#I really like yeosang’s rose

[k-hotchoisan]

Hear me out... yeosang greek mythology-esque AU where every few decades a maiden is sent as a sacrifice to the one they believe is the god of love and fertility. A very confused deity yeosang usually just rolls with it and puts these young ladies to sleep for a night ot two before returning them to their people (cuz that one time he just sent someone back the entire village panicked and blamed her for not being a "good enough offering" and he felt bad for a century). But this time... for some reason... he just can't take his eyes off the sleeping girl before him (there can be backstory here like he's met her before while parading as a mortal or sumin idk) and decides... maybe this time he'll keep her...

alrighty aphrodite

<yeosang x fem!reader>

every eleven years, a young maiden is chosen as sacrifice for the god of love and fertility, at least they think they do, only for Yeosang to put the sacrificed maiden to sleep because he doesn't want to deal with them.

but when it’s you being chosen to be the next maiden, Yeosang decides, maybe this time, he’s gonna keep you for himself instead.

Genre/warnings: smut with plot, (kinda) Greek god au deity yeosang x maiden!reader, mentioned elements of sacrifice (though not too heavy nor gory), unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, masturbation (m), obsessive softdom! Yeosang, he’s actually fucking whipped for you, praise kink, mentions of virginity (where reader is NOT but it’s not elaborated further), yearning!yeosang

wc: 6k

a/n: I’m sorry this took SO long to develop. Truth to be told, this prompt has been stuck at the back of my mind and boy, I really wanted to make this beauty work. Also a special thanks to @bro-atz for helping me develop (this is for you as well hehe) Enjoy! 🩷

Walking through the cold and pale marble temple, you watch the way the vines curl around the pillars, creeping its way up to get some sun. The temple is insanely huge, standing tall thanks to blocky pillars, with intricate carvings, which you identify as white marble being slowly overtaken by soft moss and stubborn vines. 

You know, despite the gorgeous temple, its practices to serve Aphrodite were but.

Despite the anxiety you feel, you know you could do not much to fight against the elders and their ridiculous traditions. For centuries, chosen maidens by the fertility deity have been offered to appease the gods for the blessings of fertility of the town’s land and women every 11 years. No one knew how the gods looked like, but it seemed that every time a maiden was sent, the fields would bloom and flourish, couples would be blessed with a pregnancy. 

Of course, why wouldn’t they continue this ridiculous tradition?

And this year, you were chosen. 

You remember the last conversation you had with your mother before you had stepped foot into the temple. 

“I’ll come back mother. Weren’t there rumours that one of the maidens managed to come back?”

Your mother’s index finger flew to her lips. “Be careful of what you utter, my daughter. They don’t like the reminder that their choice was rejected.” 

You blinked at her, recalling the incident where one of the maidens got “returned” right after the ceremony and from what you could remember, led the elders to grow furious on top of anxious, then demanding that another sacrifice to be made, since the maiden was now considered “rejected” by the deity. The poor girl. Surely this deity couldn’t be that picky, right? 

You continue to thread the path before you, the soles of your feet getting used to the coldness of the marble floor by now. 

You enter the fountain room, and as its title, sits a large marble fountain, a statue lady draped over with a long piece of fabric looking down onto three cupids that spit out water, while she, herself pours water out of a vase.  

The sound of flowing water could honestly put you to sleep, if it wasn’t a curt reminder that you’re meant to drown here. Rose petals decorate and almost fully cover the surface of the bottomless fountain. Maybe it was a ploy to at least relax the previous maidens. There are a handful of people, all dressed in white robes that hide their faces, while the elders are dressed in ivory.

“There she is. Beautiful y/n”, the elder woman smiles, the emotion not reaching her eyes. You force a smile back. “Come, the water’s not cold.”

You dip your toes in. 

The water is fucking cold. 

“Think of it as a blessing to us, that you’re doing a gracious service to the village”, another elder curtly reminds you while she tosses more rose petals into the fountain. 

Two other women lie you down onto the water and more petals are strewn across the surface. Your hair is wet by now and so is your dress. You cringe at how cold the water is biting against your skin but you bear with it. 

The older woman turns around.

“We are gathered here today to witness the blessing Aphrodite will be giving us. We pray that the maiden reaches the goddess safely and may she stay in good hands”, she announces with clasped hands. 

“May Aphrodite bless us all.” She yells, her hands raised to the heavens, before the two hooded elders beside her shove your body into the fountain, sinking you to the depths, the last thing you’re hearing are loud chants that gradually become muted as you slowly accept your fate. 

A familiar hymn plays, and it catches Yeosang’s attention. 

“The maiden offering is here”, his Cupid announces. 

Yeosang only sighs in defeat, annoyed that his rose gardening has been interrupted, muttering how these mortals were being ridiculous, while still walking over to his marble foundation, careful not the crush the roses that had fallen onto the grass. 

“I genuinely have no idea how to stop these people from sending women down the fountain”, he complains to nobody in particular. 

“Why not just appear in front of them and tell them you’re the deity?” The little Cupid suggests as he floats beside Yeosang. 

He turns to his minion with folded arms. “No way. These people would pelt me with stones before they even decide to give me a chance to prove that I am. I’ll just do the usual.”

“Put them to sleep and then tie a red string on their ankles?”

“-to make sure they don’t get hurt or freak out or something. Then send them back up when enough time has passed.”, he continues with a small pout. “I’m still shocked at the way they freaked out when I sent the previous one back four decades ago.”

The Cupid purses his lips, listening to Yeosang rant about this for the nth time ever since he took over the temple and the rituals started every 11 decades as they near the fountain. 

He continues his rant up till he reaches the fountain. “Besides, none of them they send are ever my cup of tea. I’m sure this one’s not any-“

Then Yeosang immediately quietens down when his eyes land on the sleeping maiden before him. His Cupid casts him a confused glance, then back to the maiden on the fountain, wondering what suddenly silenced Yeosang. 

It’s just another maiden, his Cupid thinks. 

On the contrary, Yeosang can’t seem to keep his eyes off the maiden who’s unconscious, covered in rose petals like the previous maidens. What made her so different? He doesn’t know, but there’s a strange tinge of familiarity when he rests his eyes on your sleeping figure. 

The cupid’s eyes widen when Yeosang personally picks you up from the water with his bare hands. He never did that to the previous maidens, for he would complain about getting his robes wet. 

He sets you down on the cloud bed, watching how you’re breathing softly while he waits for the cupids to hand him a spare robe for you to change into. 

“Yeosang, aren’t you gonna change out?” His Cupid asks as he hands Yeosang the fresh set of robes. 

You stir from your slumber, feeling softness against your skin. You slowly open your eyes, before you remember what happened, and you shoot up, soaking in the unfamiliar environment surrounding you. It’s a beautiful, spacious, and airy room. Your eyes land on a male who’s fitting stalks of roses into a glass vase. 

“In a bit”, Yeosang replies, his eyes not lifting from you. 

He turns to you just in time, and you freeze. 

Oh gods, he’s stunning. His eyes are a shade of gray that makes him look all the more dreamy, and his lashes are long. His hair is a soft platinum blonde, contrasted by the bright red roses that rest on his hair. He looks like a statue himself. 

“You’re awake”, he greets with a curt nod. 

“You’re-“

“—Aphrodite‘s descendant, Deity Kang Yeosang”, the flying child announces. 

“Oh! Pardon my rudeness, Deity”, you squeak, going on your knees, your hands on the cold, marble ground. 

But Yeosang has his hands around you, lifting you up. “You don’t need to-“

“Oh but I should. You’ve been blessing our village with bountiful fields and beautiful children. It’s only right that I bow on their behalf”, you insist. Yeosang is speechless, mostly because it’s the first time that he has allowed a maiden to be conscious around his quarters, and that he’s speaking to one. He doesn’t really know what to do, let alone why he even did that in the first place. 

Yeosang looks away sheepishly. “It’s part of my job. Please, you may rise.” Despite his seemingly soft demeanour, you realise how chiseled his arms are, his muscles lifting you up together with him. When you’re finally facing him, you can’t help but wonder if this was the view that every maiden had—and that maybe it’s not so bad after all. 

Yeosang practically gave you the living quarters you woke up in, in which you were obviously thankful, offering for any help in exchange for it. Yeosang declined but you insisted, telling him you should repay him, so he decides to let you tend to one of his rose gardens around the temple.

It had been a few days since. 

By then, you had warmed up to the deity, spending time with him in the gardens, exchanging stories. Through these interactions, you realise how mellow and soft Yeosang is—usually stories of gods warn of them being picky, petty and sometimes, even wrathful. Yeosang didn’t seem to tick all of these boxes. It seemed like he would rather tend to his myriad rose gardens and caring for his cupids.

“Has anyone told you you’re absolutely beautiful, Yeosang?” You say, missing the way his ears are turning as pink like the roses that lie on his head. The both of you are cutting off the fresh buds that bloomed to collect the petals that afternoon. 

Yeosang’s cheeks flushes, rubbing the nape of his neck with a smile. It’s no different from what he always hears, especially as Aphrodite’s descendant, but to hear it from you makes him feel flustered for some reason.

“I mean not just how you look, but the way you treat the things around you.” 

“I’m not following”, a confused Yeosang replies, and it makes you giggle. 

“I’m saying, you’re gentle and kind too.” 

Gentle and kind. Of course he is, considering that has been something he’s been his whole life. It’s well known how much of a temperamental and petty his ascendant had been known to be, and he knows he’s not like that.

Distracted by his thoughts, he feels a sharp pain shoot in his finger. He flinches and pulls his hand away, realising his finger has been cut by a rose thorn.

This has never happened before. 

"Are you okay? Let me see-" you interject, taking his hand to inspect if the cut was deep, and you instinctually place his finger against your lips to suck on his skin. 

Yeosang's heartbeat is climbing at an exponential rate right now, wondering why do your lips feel so soft. Would it feel as soft if it wasn't just on his fingers? How would you taste against him?

"Are you okay, Yeosang?" your voice snaps him out of his rapidly growing crooked thoughts. His eyes meet yours and he forces a smile, letting himself enjoy the way you're gently stroking his fingers. He thinks it feels nice.

"It doesn't hurt. Don't worry", his voice lowers a pitch, his gaze softening as he watches the way your hands go from stroking his injured finger to playing around with the rest of his fingers, thinking it would help ease the sting. 

Yeosang places his hand on your cheek, gently stroking against your skin and his smile spreads to you. 

“Thank you. I’ll go and wash the wound. Don’t worry about it, really. It’s just a small cut”, he assures, almost reluctant to leave your side when you let him go, and he walks back to his chambers.

As he rinses his hands, Yeosang's cupid floats to his side, watching the way his deity has his eyes locked onto the maiden.

“You haven't sent her back up, Yeosang. I’ve never seen you do that.” 

Yeosang doesn’t answer. He doesn’t know what to reply. 

There is silence for a while, as the Cupid watches Yeosang bloom the roses.

“How long will you keep her?”

Yeosang watches the way you smell the roses from his bedroom window. His heart flutters. 

“For a little longer.”

You watch the rain fall and hit the leaves from the window of your room. The room is spacious, much too spacious for your liking. It wasn't you that you didn't hate being in the temple, having Yeosang and his little Cupids around were comforting, but during some days, the thorns of being home sick would prick you. 

Something is starting to bubble in Yeosang when his thoughts drift to you as night falls. Unfortunately, he seems to have realised it too late. 

Undoubtedly, the incident of Yeosang getting pricked by his rose bushes closed the distance between the both you. And that night, you realise you didn’t want to sleep alone. 

That night, Yeosang is still up, his concentration on finishing a book he had bought from the mortal realm. Then he hears a soft knock on his open door. 

His gazes flies to his door, his heart speeding up when he sees that it’s you standing at his doorway. 

“Is it okay for me to intrude?” You ask. “I feel lonely in such a big room.”

Yeosang blinks before remembering to respond. 

“Sure. There’s plenty of space on the bed”, he offers, shifting uselessly on the large bed to make space for you. You break into a smile, crawling into his shared space, the comfort of having Yeosang by your side already easing your worries. 

“What are you reading?” You ask, peeking over to his book trapped in his long fingers. 

He tips the book to show you the cover. 

“I got it at the marketplace.”

Your eyes brighten. 

“Right! You can travel to the mortal realm”, you remember him briefly mentioning it to you. 

He nods. “I can bring you back to the village from time to time to get stuff if you want.”

“You can bring me back?”

“I try to, discreetly, I guess. The mortals in the village for some reason didn’t like it when I brought back one of the maidens back directly once.”

Suddenly, the pieces start to fall into place. It’s all starting to make sense. 

Yeosang doesn’t realise he’s frowning. “You…yearn to go back there?” The words taste bitter in his mouth while he waits for your answer. 

“Well, I’ve grown rather attached to this place actually. But I guess it wouldn’t hurt to go back from time to time. You can send me back whenever you’re ready to, Yeosang”, you reply. 

Oh gods. Yeosang was internally preparing for the worst but for now, he’s satisfied with whatever arrangement he has with you. He’s never had a maiden stay longer than this, and he’s getting very comfortable with your companionship. 

You stifle a yawn, eyelids growing heavy. Your fingers brush against his playfully, and it gets his attention even though his eyes are empty on the pages of his book.

“You’re my favourite thing about this temple”, you mutter, shutting your eyes. Yeosang freezes in his spot, his heart hammering in his chest. 

“I think you’re my favourite thing about being a deity”, is his delayed reply. When he turns to gaze upon you, you’re asleep—comfortable and calm—just a hair’s breadth away from him. 

That night, he had the most comfortable night of sleep since the past few decades. 

Since then, your own bed in your quarters grew cold, and Yeosang’s bed only grew warmer as you continued to seek comfort with the deity. 

Yeosang wouldn’t lay his hands on you, even though he was fine with your small touches. He’d grown accustomed to it. 

Nonetheless, it doesn’t change the fact that his heartbeat accelerates when he feels you shift closer to him and lean your head against his arm or shoulder—whichever you felt like it—while you join him in reading whatever novel he has his nose buried into. 

Your hair brushes gently against his skin again, and it’s making him more jumpy than usual for some reason. Is it the way that he’s conscious of how physically close you are to him? Is it the way that your scent surrounds him like a veil recently? Is it the way your laughter sounds more beautiful than the hymns the harps could play?

He glances down at you, realising you’ve fallen into slumber, your breathing light. Yeosang smiles, his gaze landing on your face. 

Then the scent of you hits—sweet and intense—it makes Yeosang’s mind cloud. He feels his body warm up, and his eyes trail down from your face to your bare shoulders—where the strap of your nightgown had slipped past your shoulder—the lace trimming of your nightwear had lowered down your chest, revealing your soft breasts just shy of your nipples—

Fuck. Yeosang’s mind is on its road to being a goner. The discomfort that’s starting to bulge against his robes being the biggest indicator. 

He seeps deeper into his twisted fantasies, letting his hand slip down to palm his thickness, groans leaving his lips soft and controlled enough so that he doesn’t wake you up. His suppressed fantasies start to bubble to the surface—flashes of you in between his legs, your tongue lapping his nectar from his base to the tip, then struggling to take his cock full into your pretty mouth. Shit. It’s driving him to the edge. Yeosang swallows hard. He knows that everything about this is so wrong, but he can’t help it. The pleasure trickling into his veins and the risk of getting caught if he’s too loud—it only adds onto the rush that his cock is feeling, and he’s fucking loving it.

The robe is slowly shed off his chiseled body, the speed of his hand fucking his cock increasing when his fantasies start turning to you above him, settling onto his cock, eyes so glazed out and pretty for him while he spilts you open. He dreams of melting into your velvet heat and it only makes more precum leak out of his cockhead while he struggles to keep his breathing slow. 

He eyes flutter shut, a strained moan slipping past his lips. He doesn’t know how you’re not being awoken by now, but frankly, he doesn’t care. 

And when you shift in your sleep slightly, accompanying your movements with a sleepy groan, it only makes Yeosang’s predicament worse. He watches the way your top has completely slipped down, your nipple growing perky and hard from the cool air. Oh, what he’d do get a taste of it between his lips. 

The sounds of his hand fucking grow louder when his thoughts grow wilder when he wonders how you’d taste between your legs—sweet like the nectar of the roses you grow for him maybe. 

The precum seeping only grows white and thicker, the sensitivity burning through his body, making Yeosang press his head deeper against his pillows, his hand movements more desperate.

When his fantasies reach to one of you cumming and fluttering with tears in your eyes on his cock, Yeosang bursts with a broken cry of your name, his white and thick cum making a mess of his body and undone robe. His breathing is shaky, staring at the thick cum that stained his hand under the silver moonlight. 

It was then the realisation looms over him--there's no way it's possible to send you back up. Not when the need to hear you scream and cry his name is creeping into his veins like the thorny vines of his rose bush. 

“With all these roses around, doesn’t Yeosang get sick of the smell?” You ask the Cupid while your hands are busy snipping off the buds. 

He shrugs. “I guess he’s used to it.”

The Cupid casts another glance to the rose bush, furrowing his eyebrows, seemingly reflecting his confusion. 

“Although, you’re not wrong—the roses recently seem to smell stronger, and I’ve never seen buds this dark before.”

“Something wrong with the roses?” You hear the soft deep voice echo through your ears. 

“Yeosang!”, you exclaim, realising the subtle change in him—the roses that sit around his pale hair like flower crown are now as dark as the roses on the rose bush. 

You absentmindedly reach out to touch the roses on his hair, amazed by the deep crimson hue. “No, Cupid and I were just mesmerised at how pretty the dark roses are, actually.”

His smile fills your stomach with butterflies. 

“Were you? I’m glad you and Cupid seem to like them.”

Yeosang lets his hands linger on your cheek for a moment longer, his warm spreading through your skin. 

“I’ll see you tonight as usual, y/n?” 

You nod, but for some reason, the expression Yeosang casts you sets a whole cage of butterflies into your stomach. 

He’s satisfied with your answer and he doesn’t hesitate to press his lips to your temple, the smell of roses floating around you, before he strolls back to his quarters, humming to himself. 

For some reason, something feels a little different that night. 

You walk into Yeosang’s chambers as usual, as you always do. He has his novel in his hands, but his eyes glance at you at his doorway the moment he feels your presence. 

You slide into his bed, like you always have done, noticing the comforting warmth that the deity radiated seemed slightly a little hotter than usual. But you attribute it to the fact that it had been pouring quite a bit lately, including tonight. 

The moment you crawled into Yeosang's space, he has his palm spread over your exposed thigh, his warmth spreading across your skin. 

“Isn't someone eager today”, you tease, absentmindedly returning his touch, much to Yeosang's surprise. 

“It's been cold lately, and your warmth is the only thing I've grown used to”, Yeosang replies with a gentle smile, and it makes your stomach burst with butterflies. 

“As with you”, you giggle, inching closer to the male. 

Yeosang reflects your bloom with a soft smile, before his attention returns to his book. You rest yourself against his arm, as you always do.

This night, Yeosang realises he can't concentrate on reading, not when he's hyper aware of the floral shampoo that's emitting off you. You've always been using the same floral shampoo, so why does the smell seem to come off stronger this time?

His thoughts are then interrupted when he hears you soft sigh as you shift your weight against his arm, his eyes locked at the way the strap of your nightgown slips past your shoulder once more, the gown dropping slightly lower, barely revealing your soft and perky nipples.

Yeosang doesn't realise his fingers are clamping onto the pages, hard. 

He averts his gaze back to the book that he knows it's pointless to get back to, so he shuts it.

Your eyes rake over his bothered expression, and your mind swims with worry.

“Are you okay, Yeosang?”

Yeosang turns his attention to you, forcing a smile. His words come out uncertain, “of course. I just need a breather. Give me a second, y/n.” He drops the book onto his nightstand before he leaves the bed to the balcony. You decide it's best to leave him be, while you keep yourself busy with the pile of books Yeosang bought for you on his nightstand.

Yeosang is barely confident that he's finally composed himself, but he decides to enter his room once he feels his heart gradually slow. He brushes off the crimson rose petals that had landed on his shoulder.

Since when have his petals gotten this red? 

He returns back to his room, and all of that self preservation immediately falls apart when the view before him on his bed is you–relaxed, with the sheets off you, your bare legs in full view for him to take in, your sheer nightgown bunched up to your thighs as your nose is deep into your novel. 

Yeosang remains silent as he inches towards to your side of the bed, and his movements definitely catch your attention. You look up and your eyes meet his, trailing him as he slowly settles down right in front of you. 

“Can I help you?” You tease, shutting the book. Yeosang doesn't answer, but rather, he lets his fingers dance along your leg, and up until he pauses at your knee.

You watch the way his eyes glimmer against the moonlight, then how it highlights his features like a marble statue. 

He's leaning closer.

His eyes are downcast for a second before they find the resolve to meet yours.

“Could I…?” he mutters, shyness reflected in his gaze. 

His palm is flat against your knee now, and he's warm to the touch.

You're suddenly feeling curious yet shy. You lower your gaze when you feel his palm press against your cheek, then lean in. His hands feel like comfort. Your eyes flutter open and you meet Yeosang’s stare.

His mind is going haywire when you look at him like that.

There is tension in the air, silence so loud you could hear two hearts fluttering if you listened hard enough. 

“Please”, you reply softly, loud enough for him to hear.

Before you could process it, Yeosang leans in for a deep kiss, determined to steal your breath and heart away as his lips collide against yours. He traps you against the bed, and your hands are around his neck, slowly lingering on his soft locks of hair. 

Red petals are slowly filling up the white spaces on the white sheets as Yeosang grows greedy–he’s pulled away from your lips, now he's messing with your cheek, then your jawline, then down your neck. His hands are going down. You gasp when you feel him cup your breasts. There's no way he doesn't feel your nipples grow harder through the thin fabric, and he makes full use of it to pinch and roll in between his fingertips, the sparks going right to your soaked pussy.

Yeosang lets you off momentarily, and the strange glint in his eyes don't go unnoticed by you. Too caught up in the moment though, you let him continue with whatever he wants to do. He continues kissing down south, teasing you with the fact that he's not letting his lips touch your skin directly. Every soft gasp and sigh he hears from you is his reward.

Then, he stops right at the wet patch of fabric in between your legs.

You swear his eyes form hearts. 

“You're already so wet for me?” He asks, which doesn't come off much as a question. His finger grazes along the damp fabric, and the wetness spreads even more. It’s driving Yeosang off the edge. You're driving Yeosang off the edge.

All Yeosang is thinking is that you're such a perfect gift. He wouldn't have asked for more.

The perfect offering. 

Perfect for him to ruin.

A thought crosses Yeosang’s mind–how far can he get your thin and useless panties soaked? He nuzzles against the warm and sticky fabric, trying his best to ignore the way his cock is just painfully throbbing to be let out. 

“Yeosang–!” You cry out, accidentally flattening some of the roses in his hair when the sensitivity bursts dully in your pussy. 

You're suddenly feeling self-conscious even though your mind is slowly sinking into the sins Yeosang is gravitating you into. 

Your cunt is getting soaked by the second, to the point your panties have pretty much grown transparent, so sticky and wet from your cream.

It doesn't change the fact that worries still flicker in and out of your mind. 

You're not a virgin. Would Yeosang approve of that? Would he be disgusted that you aren't?

You feel his fingers slither up your thighs, his thump hooking onto the waistband of your panties before he completely pulls your panties off, your pulsing wet pussy blooming like the most gorgeous flower Yeosang's ever seen.

Before Yeosang’s ready to reward himself, you squeeze your thighs, stopping him. 

He looks up at you, his eyes slowly glazed over, waiting for you to let him.

How is he so patient?

“I’m not a virgin—“

“It doesn't matter, darling”, Yeosang cuts you off while he presses his nose against your supple thighs, taking in a sharp inhale, letting your scent turn him dizzy. “I’ve always dreamed of hearing you scream my name when I’m fucking you.”

You struggle to keep your breathing in check, dazed and taking in this newfound side of Yeosang that seemingly bloomed from nowhere. 

“I'll make you feel so good, darling”, he promises, a teasing lick just to the side of your pussy, and your rationale completely dissolves. 

Yeosang pulls your legs apart, smiling against your skin when you don't offer resistance, then he presses his tongue against your wet cunt. 

You taste like heaven, is what is repeating in Yeosang’s head, over and over. He wants to make sure he sucks you dry. You squirm against him, the pleasure building recklessly whenever Yeosang drives his tongue against your clit, your moans turning into a mix of cries. Your wetness isn't drying up anytime soon, that's for sure. 

“So fucking good. Y-Yeosang…”, your lashes are wet, and with every flick of his tongue on your clit, it builds so fucking good that your legs have completely spread open for Yeosang, your cunt shamelessly leaking more creamy nectar for Yeosang to indulge in. He brings his tongue up to your clit once more, dragging the soft muscle against it. 

“You're so close, aren't you? Your sweetness is just getting better”, Yeosang hums. 

Your fingers clutch against the soft pillows under you, your mind slowly starts to blank and break. It feels so fucking good that Yeosang has to hold your hips down so he can tongue fuck you better.

“Be a good girl for me–cum as hard as you want.”

A choked sob echoes in his chambers while you go completely undone–shaking and pulsing against his tongue, your vision washed out by white as the pleasure seeps into each nerve and crevice of your brain. 

Yeosang is still lapping your cream up, dizzy from how you cummed all over his face. He really wants to make you do that over and over again until you break.  

The remnants of your orgasm and the overstimulation has you twitching in the best ways possible. You halt Yeosang–stealing his attention with your fingers under his chin. Yeosang looks up at you, burying his cheek against your palm while his tongue peeks out past his lips to lick the off the remainder of your cream on his face. Your thumb caresses his soft cheek and Yeosang appeases you for a moment before he climbs over you, his palm covering your wrist, guiding you down to the knot of his robe. Your fingers grab onto the loose end and you tug–his robe completely loosens. He leans in closer, letting your hands wander his body, flicking the robe away until Yeosang is fully naked before you.

He's nothing short of a marble statue–everything about him is completely ethereal. As much as you’re admiring his bare body,  your eyes can't help but wander to his thick cock. Even his cock is so pretty especially when it's glistening and hard, in a sheen of precum.

His voice is deeper now and it tickles your ears.

“I don't think I can go slow on you, my love”, Yeosang mutters, before he presses his lips onto the back of your hand. His crimson eyes meet yours, and your heart skips a beat. 

“I don't wanna.”

He fits a pillow under your hips, and his cock is easily resting right at your pulsing, wet hole. 

“Wanna feel you all the way, Yeosang. You can go as deep as you want”, you whisper, just craving to be fucked now. 

Yeosang smiles in reply, before he lines himself to your cunt and pushes himself in an inch or two.

A curt “fuck” slips past your lips, and your abdomen tenses once Yeosang starts fitting more of himself into your tight hole. 

“Gods, you feel so fucking amazing. So fucking warm for me”, Yeosang curses, his fingertips pressing onto your hips to keep any remainder of his sanity intact. 

When he finally has his dick fully fit in you, you look like you're about to cry. 

His fingers brush your cheek.

“Are you okay there?”

You nod. “You just feel so full in me.” Yeosang laughs, then groans when you squeeze him again.

“I'm gonna start moving.”

The lewd sounds of skin slapping start filling up the room once more, one wetter than the other. 

His thrusts have you clawing the sheets once more, eyes rolled back and pussy clamping him down for more.

He grunts at the way you're squeezing him.

“I'll fill you up so good, my love. Make you so swollen–full of my pretty little offspring just for you to bear”, he mutters in your ear. 

Your head is spinning as the pleasure builds up in your abdomen once more every time his cock hits your g-spot. The thought of Yeosang making sure you're leaking full of his seed, that he wants to breed you so badly throws out any rational thought out of your head. You want it so fucking bad too. 

“You feel so better than heaven, you know?” He manages, the thread of his rationale thinning the more he's fucking into you. “I really want you all to myself.”

His thrusts are getting heavier and every time his cockhead presses onto your g-spot, it sends you into an orbit. You're seeing fucking stars or flowers–they’re starting to look the fucking same at this rate.

“Yeosang!”, you cry out, your toes curling from the pleasure hitting you over and over again. You leave light marks down his pale skin. Your cunt has him tight in you, and it makes him dazed. His moans are filling up your ears while his cum fills up your pussy. 

The high slowly descends, leaving both of you catching your breaths, his face in your hands, eyes locked onto each other. You watch the dark red in his eyes slowly lighten but still remain red. 

Had he always donned such deep red eyes? 

“How are you feeling?” He asks, letting his fingers travel down the curves of your body.

You giggle tiredly, “a little sleepy.”

He covers your eyes with his slender fingers. “Then rest

Yeosang stares at the way you slowly sink into your slumber, huddled close to him. 

He brushes away the blood red rose petals that fall on your shoulders. 

I can’t help it if I adore you this much. I’m keeping you for a little longer. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind, right? 

💘bonus epilogue💘

Yeosang knew he was about to be chided for always escaping his duties by hiding in the mortal world. Not that Eros would care anyway. 

No human comes around here, and that’s another reason why Yeosang loves this specific spot. If he’s feeling slightly more daring, he might hide himself amongst the mortals while he window shops at the marketplace, but for today, relaxing is on itinerary instead. 

He walks over to his usual tree, humming to himself.

Then he stops himself in his tracks, his eyebrows knitted together in disbelief. Someone is already occupying his tree. He watches the maiden hum to herself, her hands busy with picking flowers and she sits the stalks on her lap. 

Unfortunately, Yeosang is the last deity to be confrontational, and he’s ready to just turn and leave—

“Oh gods! You’re breathtaking.”

He stops in his tracks, and turns back slowly. 

His finger points to himself accompanied with a confused expression he wears. 

“Me?”

He’s only met with laughter that sounded like sun rays when dawn first breaks. 

“I’m sorry. I probably scared you. It’s just, I’ve seen you a couple of times here, and I’ve always wanted ask—has anyone told you that you’re beautiful?”

Plenty. 

You laugh again. It tickles Yeosang’s ears. 

“You’ve probably heard it many times. But I still want to say it—you’re beautiful.”

That day Yeosang hums a wonderful tune that even Cupid has never heard before. His attention goes back to tending his rose garden, his slender fingers getting busy, brushing against the bud of the roses, blooming them full. 

He notices Cupid's surprised gaze, before he plucks a rose bud out to hand it to him.

“What's wrong, Cupid? Never seen a red rose before?”

Cupid furrows his eyebrows, his gaze reflecting confusion on top of curiosity before he shakes his head in reply.

“Yeosang…this is the first time I'm seeing you bloom red roses.”

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[written-in-flowers]

So Unlike You (Yunho x Fem!Reader)

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x fem!reader/ Side pairing: OT8 x fem!Reader

Word Count: 6k

Genre: smut sprinkled with fluffiness/ AU: sugar baby, idolverse

Summary: After hearing about you and Wooyoung, your sweet puppy makes a very surprising request, and you're eager to oblige him.

Warnings: cnc, consensual non consensual, rape play, edging, bondage, light bondage, spanking, pussy slapping, rough oral sex, oral sex, cream pie, unprotected sex (wrap it, but it's also discussed beforehand that they don't use one), pet names, mean names, roleplay, ripping clothes off, groping, polyamorous relationship, established relationship, poly!ateez, poly!reader, sugar baby au, idolverse au, dirty talk, super dirty, like damn. Sex toys, nipple play, nipple clamps

MINORS DNI!

Previously on Idol Companion

*****

Yunho was the sweetest, most gentle man you know. This was saying something considering your other boyfriends were equally sweet. He never hesitated to help or comfort you. You remembered him waiting on you hand and foot when you’d gotten sick. He’d driven you and Mihee to her ex-boyfriends’ house in case they showed up. Yunho never showed you anything other than respect, kindness and compassion. Yunho was your mood maker, your gentle giant, the other half of your “Twin Towers”. He rarely showed his “bad” side in front of you; you almost denied he even had one since he rarely rose to anger.  

So, his request certainly caught you off guard. 

You’d both come back home from a simple date night of arcade games, pizza, and a stroll down by the river. Yunho’s calming, laid back energy always felt refreshing after particularly rough days. You spent an afternoon wrangling toddlers, talking to parents, helping your friend Mihee settle into her dorm, and talking to your mom about your cousin's birthday party. Ending your day with your sweetest boyfriend relieved you of all the stress on your shoulders. Walking into the apartment together, you remained as quiet as possible to not disturb a sleeping Yeosang, so you both drank a glass of wine in the kitchen. 

“You know that I love you, right?” Yunho asked nervously, sitting across from you at the island counter. 

This phrase became popular amongst your boyfriends, since they typically followed it up with something suspicious. Still, how bad could it possibly be? It was Yunho.

“I’m aware,” you gave a sweet smile, “But you can always remind me, if you want.”

He gave a nervous laugh, running his fingertip around the rim of the wine glass. You could see him thinking it over in his mind, turning it around and around for the right words. Several scenarios crossed your mind as you watched him think. He’s ill. He’s in debt. His family is in trouble and he needs your help. There are so few things that could be wrong, but you hoped it wasn’t so bad. 

“Yuyu-ah,” you reached out for him, concerned now, “What’s the matter? You can tell me. Are you sick? Is your family okay? You don’t need to hesitate with me, you know that.”

“It’s nothing like that,” he shook his head, taking your hand gently. “Really,” he insisted, “It’s…Wooyoung told me you and him tried something new in bed a while back and…”

A relieved smile came across your face, “And you wanted to try that too? Yunho, you don’t have to be scared to approach me about trying new things. I trust you with my body every time, don’t I? I didn’t think you’d like free use play, but if you’re curious about it, we can give it a go.”

“That sounds nice, but that’s not what I wanted to ask you about.”

“Then what?”

“I wanted to see if you…if you…”

“If I…?” 

“If you’d ever like to try consensual non-consensual play with me.” He blurted out the words before drowning them back with wine. 

The request stunned you a moment. You sunk deep into your thoughts to try comprehending the suggestion. Not that you’re against rape play. You’ve heard of other people doing it, and you’d done it once with another client in a safe, trusting environment. But, you expected such suggestions from that person, not from Yunho. You pictured Yunho, taller and bigger and stronger, pinning you to his bed and harshly pounding into you while you whined and pleaded with him to stop. He’d have no trouble overpowering you if you truly fought back. Unlike other clients before him, you knew Yunho would only do it if you gave a firm, certain ‘yes’ and after a long discussion over ground rules and safety colors/words. Seeing his large hands, you remembered each time they went around your throat or sharply slapped your ass. Yunho could be rough and dominant if he truly wanted. 

“You want to do that?” you asked, dumbfounded still. 

“Um, well…” he smoothed a hand through his black hair, scratching the back of his head, “I’ve always wanted to try it with someone, but I never dated anyone long enough to feel comfortable asking. Since we’ve done kinky things together, I thought, maybe if you wanted to and felt certain, we could try that?” His puppy eyes met yours, and you melted. “I swear I won’t be upset if you say ‘no’. Please, don’t feel you have to agree with it because you’re my Companion or anything. We definitely do not have to do it, if you’re uncomfortable with that. I only thought I’d ask. It’s okay. It’s totally okay if you don’t want to do it.”

“Yunho,” you ran your thumb the back of his hand comfortingly, “If there’s anyone I’d feel comfortable doing that with, it’s you.”

A light pink brightened his cheeks, and he giggled, “Really?”

“Yes,” you nodded, “I’ll admit I’m surprised it’s you who asked me. I expected Hongjoong or Jongho to ask, if any of you ever did.” 

“I know,” he blushed, “But I thought you might say ‘no’ because it’s not something we’d normally do in bed. It’d be different from the usual dominant stuff we do, and a bit rougher.”

“You want to wreck me, Yuyu?” you teased, laughing softly when he turned away again. “I don’t mind. I trust you to take care of me, and I think it's a new thing for us to explore.” 

“Really? It's honestly okay if you don't want to,” he repeated. 

“Yunho, yes,” you assured him, walking around the counter and into his arms. “I'd like to try it too. You want to do that now or another time?”

“No, not now,” he shook his head, “When Yeosang goes to see his parents. That way he doesn't over hear it and think that I'm actually hurting you. Besides,” he pulled you closer and smirked, “That way you can be as loud as you like.”

A laugh was muffled by his kiss. After getting his confirmation, you and Yunho discussed exactly what he wanted to do. He asked if you both could do “the entire act” which included you refusing sex and him not taking a “no” scenario. Nothing too elaborate, yet enough to set a dynamic and tone. You both decided on a color system, and your usual safe word “Buttercup”. Being a toy user, you told him you didn't mind the toys or if he decided to restrain you somehow, which led to a discussion about ropes or handcuffs that you left up to him. You agreed to a day and time that would be best for both of you, then went to bed together. 

****

“Bye, Yeosangie!” 

You kissed Yeosang for the hundredth time that morning, trying to capture as much of it as you could. He'd be gone for three days to see his parents, so you cashed in as many kisses as possible. Yunho’s request did excite you, so perhaps you appeared a bit eager to get him out the door at the same time. 

“I'm going to miss you,” you pouted in his arms. 

“I'll only be gone three days, babe,” he laughed, hugging you tightly still. “You have seven other boyfriends to keep you company until I come back.”

“But none of them will watch reality shows with me,” you said, toying with the strings of his hoodie. “Who's going to talk shit about bitchy housewives with me?”

You recently managed to get a VPN to watch reality tv shows from other countries. Yeosang quickly became your reality junk buddy after a Real Housewives episode.

“We can stream them online, and watch them together that way,” he replied. “We do live in the age of technology after all.”

“It's not the same,” you whined, hugging him. 

“YN, he's not going off to war,” said Yunho from behind you. “He's coming back.”

“What if a war happens and he has to go before then?” You joked, mocking a sad tone and burying your face in Yeosang's neck. “I'll never see him again.”

The three of you laughed before Yeosang gave you one more kiss, then released you. You'd offered to drive him to the station, but he insisted that you stay home. A part of you wondered if Yunho hinted at the afternoon plans. The both of you let him leave, waving goodbye until he closed the door behind him. You tiptoed to kiss Yunho’s cheek, then went to clean up the breakfast dishes. 

Your eyes paid attention to the time while you washed dishes. Yunho said he'd like to do it around noon, since that gave you both plenty of time before, during and after, so you suspected he was preparing his room right now. The anticipation left you thinking of all the possible things Yunho could do to you. You never experienced a mean Yunho before, but the members said it can be scary. You told him he didn't have to hold back with you; it's his fantasy and you'd be fine with whatever he decided. Since it's his first time doing this, he said he'd be gentle but once that arousal boils up, that might disappear. Finishing up the counter space, you looked at the clock to see it was half past noon. You worried Yunho might have been too nervous and backed out. Even though it was his idea, you told him if he ever changed his mind you wouldn't be upset and he said vice versa for you. You’d moved to wait in the living room when he appeared in the kitchen doorway. 

“Hey you.”

Yunho stood there in a long black shirt and shorts. His face bare and hair free of product, Yunho stripped down to his real self. You often said how you preferred them without all the makeup and hairspray. The stylists always made their skin a lighter shade, and they covered up Yeosang's pretty red wine birthmark. Seeing Yunho as himself, wearing simple clothes, flustered you more than his stage outfits. He leaned against the counter, eyes already peeling off your clothes. Heat rose up from under your shirt at the sight. It reminded you of the villains in dramas, who ooze sex appeal and wickedness at the same time. The kind that are hard to root against because they're so damn good looking.

“Hey,” you kept your tone light and casual, “I just finished cleaning up. I was going to watch this new movie I found, if you want to join me.”

“Nah,” he shook his head, eyes focused on your chest, “I have something else I want to do instead.”

“Game?” You suggested innocently. 

“No,” he drawled, shaking his head. He walked around the counter towards you, eyes glinting with lust. His hands rested on your waist, while he leaned into you, “I'd like to do you.”

“Yunho,” you sighed, sliding from his warm embrace, “Not now. I'm tired, and not really in the mood.”

“But…” Yunho scoffed incredulously, “That's your job though.”

You hesitated. You never thought such words would come out of his mouth. “Yunho…”

“You're a Companion,” he continued, “Fucking me is your whole job. Sure, okay, we go on dates and all that, but at the end of the day if I want some ass, you're supposed to give it to me.”

His words. The irritated look in his eyes. Intimidating and standing taller, you couldn't help being flustered by the change in him. He should do more acting. 

“I don't have to if I don't want to,” you argued back, yanking your wrist from him. 

“Yes, you do,” he roughly grabbed it back, “It's not like you don't like it. You give it up to Hongjoong all the time. You let us gangbang you in front of cameras, and at home. I'm not going to ask you to do anything you haven't done a hundred times before.”

You made an attempt to escape his grasp, but he really did hold onto you. Quickly, he pulled you to him as you struggled and planted a hard kiss on your lips. He told you he wanted you to truly fight him back; he assured you he wouldn't hurt you too badly. You lightly slapped his shoulders, wriggling in his hold as the kiss deepened and he forced his tongue into your mouth. A soft groan escaped him as he trapped you between himself and the counter. You swatted at him, trying to scoot free as he kissed and nibbled down your neck. The bulge grazed against you kindled a fire inside you, but you forced it back down. 

“Yunho-ah, stop it,” you scoffed, pushing him away briefly. When you slapped him lightly, he glared. It aroused you further. 

“No,” he grunted, hands wrapping around you once more. You squeaked at the hands squeezing your ass, feeling it through the thin shorts you wore. “I'm horny, and your job is to fix that. Let me see these.”

“No!”

You tried blocking his hands from sliding under your top to lift your shirt, but it didn't work. He lifted the tight top above your breasts, which he immediately kneaded in his hands. Yunho’s jaw dropped at the sight of them in his palms, your nipples hardening against his palms. You’d opted out of a bra today, and you’re glad you did. The sudden intrusion made you gasp. Using one leg to spread yours, Yunho groaned as he cupped both breasts. 

“Stop,” you said, trying to cover them from view but purposefully failing. “I'm going to call Hongjoong,” you threatened. 

“For? For him to come watch?” He smirked, flicking at one of your nipples. “He loves watching, and I normally don't mind, but I want to keep it just you and me today.” You grabbed his wrists when he moved down to your shorts, shaking your head and breathing heavily. “Let me see you,” he ordered, “It's mine, after all. I pay for it.”

“I don't want to,” you shot back, though you did not appear as confident as you sounded. “Leave me alone.”

“No.” 

You gasped when his hand grabbed your sex. Long fingers sliding fully over your shorts, he massaged it in circles that had you frozen in place. 

“Gosh, it's so warm,” he moaned, his other hand going back to fondling your breast. “And it gets wet so easily. I only have to rub it a few times and it's soaked. We really hit gold when we got you.” 

“Let go,” you demanded, but didn't move. 

Yunho then turned you around, pressing you into the counter once more, and continued feeling you up. His hardon brushing your ass now, he let out a low moan when you instinctively pushed back. Soft panting filled your ear as he lightly touched you. You pushed against his hands, trying to tear yourself from him, but he kept a firm grip on you. 

“Yunho, I mean it. Let me go.”

“Ugh, shut up already. It's not like I haven't done this before.”

“I will tell management. I'm not kidding.”

He yanked your head back, forcing you to look at him over your shoulder, and scowled. “Go ahead. I'll tell them you asked for it and they'll believe me. Nobody believes sluts like you,” he grabbed your chest again and pinched your nipples, “I’ll even tell them you didn’t wear a bra. ‘Well, hyungmin, YN wasn’t wearing a bra, and I was only giving her what she wanted’,” he said in a mocking tone, his voice tickling your nerves, “‘Noonanim, YN wanted it a little rough’. Honestly, YN, who do you think they’ll listen to?” 

This empty threat made you hold back a giggle. You never expected him to be so in character. 

“Buttercup,” you snorted, unable to hold it in.

“What's wrong?” His concern dropped once he heard you giggling. “What? Is it too cheesy?”

“No, it's you being so in character.”

“I did work on a drama once. I guess you can say I'm an actor,” he kissed beneath your ear, “Do you want me to dial back the realness?”

“A bit.” 

“Alright. Time in?”

“Time in.”

Returning to his character, Yunho took your arm and started dragging you to his room. Your heart started racing, a breath catching in your throat at the sudden roughness in him. He brought you into his room, slamming the door behind him and threw you onto his bed. 

“Yunho!” You exclaimed before he forced himself on top of you. “Yunho, stop it!”

“No,” he grunted, taking hold of both your wrists. “You're my girlfriend. You're supposed to fuck me whenever I want, and right now, I want it.” 

“Yunho, please!” You added a whimper at the end as you let him take your wrists. 

He grabbed a belt from beside you and wrapped it around your wrists. You still wriggled beneath him as if trying to escape, but you made no real escape attempt. The adrenaline sent blood rushing to your core. Every single nerve in your body tingled each time his body brushed against yours. Holding down your arms, Yunho kissed you deeply again and grinded into you. His hardon pressed lightly against your thigh each time, and he followed it with a soft groan. You let out more whining, even turning your head before he grabbed your chin to roughly kiss you. One hand putting your hands onto a hook on the headboard, the other slid up your body to your breast for a soft squeeze. Unable to free your arms, you could do nothing but move around as Yunho kissed and caressed your body. Large, warm hands slid up to your breasts, cupping and squeezing them through your shirt. 

“Give me clothes you don't care about. I want to rip them off you.”

You'd left an old tank top, shorts, and underwear in his bedroom last night. When you got them this morning, you saw he'd made small slits in each piece to rip them easier. He'd cut into the tank top by the neckline, which he took a hold of now. He stayed on top of you, grabbing your tits while he continued grinding into you. You never realized how much stronger Yunho is compared to the other members. Mingi, Jongho, San and Yeosang worked out often, so you expected it, but Yunho had size on his side. He kept you firmly pinned even with the belt and hook aiding him, and he made sure your hips did not move too much. 

“I don't know why you bother with clothes,” he grumbled, “Whores don't need clothes.”

You yelped when the sound of ripping fabric followed, exposing your bare chest to him. Hungrily, Yunho took one nipple in his mouth to suck while his other hand pinched the opposite side. He continued grinding into you, groaning softly. You loved how you could feel his dick through his pants, hard and pulsing in his boxers and into your center. 

“Yunho, please stop,” you cried, giving a sniff. “Please, don't do this.”

“Shut up,” he growled, kissing further down your body. 

“Please-”

“-I said ‘shut up’, slut,” he repeated firmly, slapping your cheek lightly. “You don't speak again unless I speak to you first, got it?”

“Yes,” you sniffled, pouting and giving him doe eyes. 

“Sit up.”

He helped you into a sitting position where your mouth came to level with his crotch. With a swift tug of his waistband, his semi-hardon stood inches from your face. Yunho removed his shirt, and you took in his lean form. Not as defined as the others, you still wanted to kiss and feel every inch of him. Yet, despite your clit pulsing from the sight, you pretended to push back and away from him. Shaking your head, you purse your lips as Yunho brought your head back into position. When you didn’t immediately open your mouth, Yunho pinched your nose and slapped his tip against your lips. The light tapping combined with the instinct to breathe caused you to gasp. A gasp that Yunho instantly snuffed out with his dick. Grasping your hair, he kept you in place while he smoothly went in and out of your mouth. You continued whimpering and trying to get away, but not too hard. Yunho’s pulsating cock slid over your tongue, and tempted you into touching yourself. You heard his haggard breathing getting heavier, moans starting to escape him as he stared down at you. Soon, Yunho was thrusting himself into your throat. Your humming vibrated around his tip, and he chuckled. 

“That’s right,” he said through gritted teeth, “Hum around my cock. Go ahead. I know how much you like it.”

You gave a fake sob as he started gagging you. Each deep thrust ended with you gulping and gasping when he pulled off you. Thin streams connected your lips to his tip, and Yunho used this connection to smear himself on your chin and cheeks. Both hands on your head, Yunho forced you to the hilt and stayed there at least a few seconds at a time. 

“Yunho, stop,” you coughed, “It…It hurts.”

“It doesn’t seem to hurt when Seonghwa does it,” he grunted, “So take it.” 

You hadn’t said ‘buttercup’ again, so Yunho did not stop. Purposefully, you didn’t hollow in your cheeks to suck him. When he saw you simply keeping your mouth open he scoffed. 

“No, no, no, suck it,” he ordered, pushing himself into your throat. When you didn’t suck, he poked his tip to your cheek and slapped it. “Suck it right, slut,” he slapped you again, the sting mixing with the ache in your throat. “Don’t act like you’ve never sucked dick before. Hollow out those cheeks and-Fuck, yes, like that.”

Whimpering, you started sucking him properly. This made him give your throat a break and focus on rubbing himself on your tongue and lips. You wriggled around on the bed as your own arousal started throbbing between your thighs. A bundle of his sheets against your sex tempted you into grinding against his mattress, eager for a form of relief. Yet, you knew you’re meant to not want this, so you kept yourself firmly planted on the bed. Yunho chuckled through a groan. 

“Look at you,” he mocked, smacking your cheek again as he pushed against your inner cheek. “Filthy, dumb slut getting turned on by me using her mouth.” When you let out a muffled wail, he plunged deep into your throat again, “Don’t act like you don’t like it. It’s what you’re paid to do. I’m only taking what I pay good money for.” 

He kept you planted there as he started fucking your mouth roughly. A slight pain burned in your throat after a while, making your eyes swim with tears that came down your cheeks. The cheap mascara and eyeliner you’d applied colored the tears with black, a look Yunho asked for specifically. Your clit throbbed while your walls clenched for something to grab onto; your nipples tingled and hardened from imaging his mouth and hands on them. Yunho, seeing your nipples erect, reached down for one as he continued abusing your mouth. Index and thumb fingers rolled it in between them, the twinge of pain adding to the burning pleasure. Sharp slaps to them every so often made you whine around the cock ravaging your mouth. 

Without a word, he pulled you off him and pushed you back onto the pillows. “I know exactly what to do with these,” he huffed, reaching into a box beside the bed. 

You laid there, coughing and clearing your aching throat, as he shifted through a selection of toys, unable to keep yourself from wriggling around underneath him. When he withdrew a chain of nipple clamps, you widened your eyes and shook your head. While the sight of them usually excited you, you pretended to fear it as you struggled to get away from Yunho. This only made him hook your bound wrists back to his headboard. Straddling your thighs, Yunho bent down and greedily sucked one of your nipples. He cupped and squeezed while teasing the sensitive peaks with his tongue. 

“Yunho-ah,” you cried, sniffling and shaking your head, “Please, stop it.”

“Shut up,” he snapped, spanking one of your tits for emphasis. 

“Yunho, please don’t put those. They hurt a lot-”

“Do I look like someone who gives a fuck? Shut. Up. And. Take. It.”

His meanness only turned you on more. You watched him prepare you for the clamps and purposefully moved around to make your breasts jiggle. Yunho looked over at you for a moment. You saw him admiring your hands tied to the headboard, seeing the drool and tears left on your face. You pouted, giving him a pleading look that made his jaw drop. He wanted you to be pathetically helpless against his big, strong body. He wanted you pleading for mercy and saying ‘no’ until the very end. He bent down over you again, pecking your lips softly and nuzzling your nose gently. Neither of you said anything, but you still sniffled and whimpered as he went back to sucking and biting your nipples. You often tried keeping whichever breast he chose from his mouth before he grabbed them harshly and kept you in place. The clamps brought a never ending wave of pleasure that you forced yourself to restrain.

“Just as pretty as I thought,” he gave a self-satisfied smile as the chain pulled your nipples. He slapped the sides to see them bounce against his hands, “They’re prettier covered in loads of cum.”

“Yunho-”

He roughly grabbed your chin and squeezed your cheeks to keep you quiet, “You just don’t know how to shut up, do you? How many times do I have to say it?”

“Yunho,” you sobbed.

“Ugh, you’re so annoying,” he scoffed. Going back to the box, he took out a dildo-gag. Only a few inches, it wouldn’t go to your throat but it’d certainly keep you quiet. “Open up.”

You shook your head, rolling your lips closed.

“I said ‘open up’, slut.”

He pinched your nose again, and you tried holding your breath as long as possible until you gave in. The second your mouth opened, the gag went inside. He strapped it securely behind your head, enough to keep it from coming loose but not so tight it truly hurt you.

“There,” he said, “Maybe now you’ll finally shut up. You’re prettier when you’re not talking.”

The toy in your mouth caused saliva to build up around it, which you tried swallowing down to keep it from coming out. That didn’t prepare you for what he did next: Yunho went further down your body to your shorts. He roughly and hurriedly tugged them off you, and groaned at the sight of your wet panties. Your pussy ached when he heatedly tore them enough to reveal your sex and ass, the cheap fabric hanging by the elastic bands. When you tried closing your legs, he forced them back apart and sat between your thighs to keep you spread out. Your heart started racing in anticipation, sensing his hard cock close to your dripping sex, and expected him to go inside right away. But no. Yunho planned to drag this out. 

Lifting your legs up by the ankles, he pressed your knees to your chest and swatted your bare pussy. The stinging pain added to the clamps on your nipples, and you thought you might cum if he continued spanking you. Yunho’s quick, hard slaps teased your exposed clit, the brief touch sliding across your pussy each time his hand came down. Seeing you trembling on the bed, Yunho stopped spanking and rubbed your sore lips gently. 

“I know you’re not about to cum,” he said, a threat in his voice. “I know you’re not about to cum before me. I didn’t say anything about you getting to cum first.” He spit right on it, swirling it around slowly, “No, no, no. We’ve told you before that a proper slut would let us cum first. This is for my pleasure, not yours,” he slapped your pussy particularly hard to which you gave a muffled cry, “I don’t pay you to have orgasms. I pay you to give me orgasms.”

You attempted to plead, but your gag kept you quiet.

“What’s that?” he cocked his head to hear you, “You’re going to be a good toy and let me fuck you however I like? Hm, that’s good to know.” He laughed when you reverently shook your head, “Oh, you know you love it. Your pussy certainly loves it.”

He grabbed his dick and started tapping it against your pussy. The teasing motion stirred the pot boiling inside you. You could feel your orgasm slowly rolling to the front, about to explode right onto his wet tip until he’d stop. When you’d calm down, he’d go right back to teasing his length against your pussy. It became absolute torture. If you ever stopped being wet enough, he’d spit right where you both met to keep you slick enough for him. You took the moment to watch his body tense up at the flickers of pleasure grinding into you gave him. One hand gripping your thigh, the other made sure his dick moved exactly how he knew it’d weaken you. You saw the veins in his hands from the pressure, and wanted them inside you. You wanted them knuckle-deep, pushing in and out and wiggling deep within. His fingers always looked better around your throat or stuffed in your holes. But, he didn’t use his fingers. Not once. 

When he finally did enter you, he gasped in surprise. “Oh no,” he said, smoothly gliding in and out of you, “Looks like I forgot a condom.”

Another thing you’d both discussed and cleared on before starting.

“No, don’t do that,” you tried saying through the gag. “Don’t cum in me.”

“Huh? What?” he cupped his ear, starting to rub your clit with his thumb so you mewled loudly. “You want me to cum in you?”

“No! Don't!”

“I bet you do,” he started pumping in and out of you faster, “I bet you love when Hongjoong fills you with cum every night. I’m surprised you’re not pregnant already with all the times he’s creamed your little pie.” He took hold of your thighs and kept them spread further apart. “But, don’t worry. I’ll cum in you,” he sneered, “Maybe I’ll leave you here and call the other members so they can fill up your pussy too. You’ll be so full of it, we’d have to take you to the clinic the next day,” he laughed.

The idea of him taking his own fantasy a step further had your thighs quaking in his grasp. Yunho kept the same steady pace throughout, only stopping when he sensed your orgasm drawing near again. A cocktail of pain and pleasure once again filled your insides, and you realized how much you enjoyed it. You liked mean Yunho. He exhibited a sadistic desire to bring you close to an orgasm, only to deny it to you at the last second. Your disappointed and frustrated whimpers delighted him, usually resulting in him taunting you as he pounded his hips into yours a few times. He meant it when he said he’d be merciless. He proved it when he flipped you onto your front, lifted your head up by your hair, and started pounding your pussy relentlessly. Any plea or cry you gave went unheard underneath the sounds of his skin slapping yours. When the bed banged against the wall, you thought that usual shyness might come out, but it only encouraged him further. 

“Please, please, please,” you cried through your gag, tears watering your eyes again. “Please stop. It hurts so much.”

“Shut up,” he growled, tugging your hair and thrusting faster. “Shut up and take my cock.”

“Yunho-”

“I said ‘shut up’, bitch.” He pushed your face into the pillow, the dildo going further into your mouth and silencing you right away. “Fuck toys don’t talk.”

You sobbed into the pillow, your nose poking out enough for you to breathe. Your eyes rolled back right as his tip started pushing your g-spot. Each thrust sent you closer to the edge once more. You thought you’d go insane from the feeling alone. You felt nothing but the desperation growing inside you. The need to meet his hips with yours, the need to be clenching and squeezing him through an orgasm became far too deep. You lost all sense. The only thing you focused on was pretending to squirm out of Yunho’s strong grip. 

What pushed you the closest was when Yunho’s moans became breathy and erratic. By his tightened grasp, his feverish thrusts and incoherent streams of curses, you knew he’d finish soon. You clenched him tightly, which made him quicken his pace. Soon, a distinct hot sensation spilled inside you and you almost came with him. Yunho continued going until he pumped every last drop inside you. Quivering, your body tensed up in effort to stay on the edge. 

“Tak-Take it,” he groaned, huffing as he squeezed out a few more drops, “It’s the least you can do after…after rejecting me…”

The second he withdrew from you, you weakly scrambled away from him.

“And where do you think you’re going, huh?” 

He roughly pulled you back into his grasp. Restricting your arms with one of his, he parted your legs with his knee and started rubbing your sex again. The tips of his fingers rapidly gliding over your clit had you trembling and clutching Yunho’s arms. Your body caved into itself, a burning tightness building the longer he kept you in his grasp. You tried closing your thighs together and moving from his hand, but he only forced them further apart and went faster.

“That’s it,” he said in your ear, still toying with your clit despite the sensitivity settling in, “Cum all over yourself like the pathetic slut you are. Go ahead. Do it.” 

You shook your head as if keeping yourself from giving into his demands. 

“You know you want to,” he said, stopping to bring your knee further up and then continuing, “You wanted to a little bit ago. Am I not good enough for you to cum for? Huh?” 

You put your hands on his wrist, trying to move his hand away but not doing a good job of it. This time, he didn’t do anything else. He only rubbed; his fingers caused his warm cum to mix with your juices, getting the mess everywhere, but you didn’t care. You came in seconds. The blinding climax made every muscle in your body seize up, and you screamed around the dildo in your mouth. You could do nothing but lay there as Yunho teased an orgasm out of you. Being completely at his mercy, tied up and clamped, you laid there and came hard until the very end. 

When you finally finished, you desperately chased whatever bit of air you could get through your nose. It wasn’t until Yunho undid the gag that you sucked in more air. Keeping you in his arms, Yunho carefully unbuckled his belt from your wrists and tenderly rubbed them for you. He peppered the side of your face with soft, brief kisses as he gingerly removed the clamps to rub your sore nipples. The two of you laid there in the afterglow of this new experience, content to listen to each other’s breathing gradually steady over time. You stayed still when he started wiping the mess from you with a wet cloth, drying it for you right after. A shower or bath would be for later. Neither of you felt up to it at the moment. 

“Did you like it?” he asked in the silence, not having moved an inch away from you. “Was I too rough? Not rough enough? I didn’t want to overdo it with you.”

You shook your head, “I really liked it, actually.” 

“You liked it, huh?” he teased, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Even when I hit you?”

“Yes,” your cheeks grew warm from the confession. “I’ve never seen you that way before.” You turned over to face him, remaining in his arms still, “It really turned me on.” Talking made you realize your throat did itch slightly. You’d need some tea to soothe it at least. 

“Oh?” he lifted your leg to his waist and put his arm around you, “Maybe I should be mean in bed more often.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” You then asked, “Was I…I don’t know how to say it…Fighting back enough? I didn’t want to make you think I really wasn’t into it, but I know you wanted me to kind of fight back.”

“You were perfect, babe. It was exactly like I imagined,” he insisted, kissing you softly. “Thank you,” he said, moving hair from your face, “For doing this with me. I thought it might scare you or you would see me differently when I asked you.”

“Never,” you assured him, clearing your throat. “I’ll admit I was surprised by it at first, but it was something new for us to explore.” You chuckled again, which bothered your throat, “But I did think you getting so into it was funny at first.”

“I wanted to do it right,” he laughed. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“You wouldn’t have,” you coughed. “You wouldn’t have disappointed me. We would’ve just had normal sex or no sex or whatever we both felt like doing.” 

“Oh, baby,” Yunho immediately perked up, “Your throat. It must hurt. Is it really bad? I shouldn’t have done it so much.” 

“It itches a bit.” 

“I’ll make you some tea then,” he peeled himself away from you and sat up. Ruffling his hair, he reached for his boxers on the floor and said, “And an ice pack too?” 

“Yes, please.” 

You knew once you really started moving around, you’d know which parts of your body will need to be iced. Yunho gently pecked your lips, then left the bedroom. Sinking further into his bed, you felt yourself drifting to sleep. The events you replayed in your head gave you chills. Nobody looking at Yunho would think he enjoyed such a taboo act; though, you’re not bothered by it at all. A part of you wondered if he'd do it again, since Yeosang won’t be home any time soon. 

You’d definitely have no objections. 

****

A/N: hey hey friends! Sorry this one took so long. Like with all my current wips, I've been having trouble sticking to one and finishing it. I hope this one makes up for it though! I have a Seonghwa one coming up soon too! always like and reblog, it keeps us going <3

[jinnie-ret]

fallen angel

stray kids x ninth member!reader (platonic)

genre: hurt/comfort, some fluff at the end

content warnings: injury, hyunjin hiatus (but he still makes an appearance)

word count: 3k

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the stray kids members have two maknaes to comfort at the end of their 'I'll Be Your Man' cover. One upset because he thought he wasn't good enough, and the other an injured, fallen angel, left hurt because MNET hadn't done enough safety checks on their equipment.

pt 2

MAIN MASTERLIST

Practising the vocals for 'I'll Be Your Man' was difficult enough, trying to learn the choreography alongside it was hard too. But performing said choreography whilst being lifted in a harness too was even more difficult.

Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. No, it wasn't to do with the heights, she could cope with that, but it was more the precision of her dance, and the fact that she would be hitting a high note in the air at the same time, having her own solo moment to shine. Maybe it would be different if they had multiple takes to make sure they got the right one. But with Kingdom, they didn't. She only had so many practices to ensure it looked perfect in front of her sunbaenims and friends. Yeosang and Wooyoung from ATEEZ had kept reminding her they were excited to see her performance. In the normal way, this would be encouraging, this time round, it only felt more daunting.

So when it came to the day of the performance, Y/N was unable to hide her nerves shining through.

"Y/Nnie, you good?" Han appeared in front of her, big brown eyes shining in concern as he watched the younger member zoned out in her own world.

"Huh? Oh yeah..." Y/N said dismissively, not really entirely sure how she felt right now, but her emotions showed more on the outside than on the inside right now.

"You've practiced this a billion times, you've got this," Han encouraged her, his hand resting on her shoulder whilst stylists were around the two making last minute adjustments to their outfits before they went on stage.

"Okay okay, I can do this," Y/N nodded, trying to hype herself up for the performance, breathing away her worries.

"Hannie! Y/Nnie!" Changbin loudly called them over to their group huddle where the rest of the members were gathered.

Y/N gave Han a thankful smile before they joined the others in the circle, Y/N slotting herself between Felix and Seungmin.

"Right, let's do our best, stay safe, and deliver what Stray Kids do best! Let's go! Hwaiting!" Chan led the small talk before they all cheered each other on and got into position on stage.

Y/N didn't have a part until the first group choreography part of the performance, where Han and Lee Know sang the chorus and led them through the gates. Felix, Han and Changbin then had their rap parts in a more hellish scene, where a dance break ensued, Y/N running off halfway through it like she was meant to, to get into position.

She was quickly harnessed by their supporting dancers and got ready for her solo part. As soon as she heard Lee Know sing out 'baby I just pray', she was slowly lifted into the air. Instrumental music played as she rose upward, stretching out her arms and legs and creating beautiful moments with them. And when her arms swooped across her long black hair, the other groups who were watching backstage were shocked to see it was a wig that was knocked off, revealing long white hair instead. As she rose higher, some large wings appeared on the screen behind her.

"Oh my god her hair!"

"Wow she's an angel!"

"That's my best friend! Let's go Y/Nnie!"

"So pretty..."

Now risen at the highest point in the air, Y/N began singing too, beautiful vocal runs flowing along with the violin in the background. Her moves ranged from static to more elegant moves too, and she feigned an expression as part of the performance like her soul had been taken away from her, sacrificed for the young boy to align with the storyline of the performance. She was then lowered as her movements became more frantic and dramatic, showing the desperate need to have saved a soul. At the same time, her wings dissolved behind her, the screen turning darker behind her.

"She's a fallen angel! Wow!"

"Oh wow..."

She continued to be lowered, and Y/N was beginning to feel a bit nervous now because she swore she heard a slight ripping sound from the cord she was attached to, yet she continued performing. It was until she was still 6ft in the air, that the cord actually did snap, and Y/N was forced to act quickly despite her shock to try and land. Despite the impact going straight through her left ankle, Y/N continued dancing until the camera panned away again, panting before realising she'd have to dance some more at the end of their performance too. She tried her best to keep her tears at bay, moving across the stage the best she could as she limped over to the rest of the boys. None of them noticed however, as they were in performance mode and hadn't seen her part of the stage from getting ready themselves for the next. And even the groups backstage had seemed to think the drop from the harness was planned, like it was part of her fallen angel character.

Her left foot was in agony, yet she kept going, her body twisting and turning whilst Han and Seungmin sung their hearts out, and Changbin rapped incredibly fast. She was relieved once it came to the end, and they were able to collapse to the ground, because ever since she fell that was all she wanted to do.

Once the lights came up, she cried out, hands over her face. It was then that she noticed she was finding it hard to breathe too, and she didn't know if it was another injury or if she was in so much pain from her ankle.

"Y/N what's happened?" Lee Know crouched down next to Y/N, thinking she was upset and tried to help her up but then she cried out in pain again.

"What's happened? Are you hurt?" Felix panicked, seeing the tears coming from the younger member.

Staff members from MNET rushed over, catching the attention of the other members.

"What's going on?" Changbin asked confused and worried.

A higher up crew member approached the group and began to explain what happened.

"There was a fault with the harness, the cord snapped as she was being lowered and so she suffered a slight fall. Good news is she landed it well so it still looked good on camera," they hurriedly tried to reassure the rest of the group, but their words did anything but that.

"She fell?!" Seungmin looked across at Y/N who was being comforted by a now angry looking Lee Know and a more worried Felix. Jeongin, who wasn't feeling too good about his own performance, looked worried for his fellow maknae.

"The harness broke?!? Why didn't you check it was safe?!" Chan exploded in anger at the MNET staff, because now one of his members was injured.

Whilst he continued to rant angrily at the staff, Han trying to calm him down, the rest of the boys gathered around Y/N.

"Ah it hurts," she cried through stuttered breaths, top half leant against Changbin as he had lifted her slightly into his arms. He rubbed soothing circles into her hands which gripped onto his so tightly.

"Where, Y/N? Can you tell us where it hurts, love?" Felix rushed out his words concerned for her, seeing the tears roll down her face.

"Landed on my ankle," Y/N whimpered, her breaths coming out short.

"Y/N you need to calm down, okay?" Seungmin patted her arm, thinking that she was working herself up even more, and not wanting her to feel even worse.

"Get a doctor here then!" Chan was heard shouting, which only made Y/N more upset.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's going to be okay, yeah?" Changbin reassured her gently, squeezing her hands tighter.

"W-what if I can't join the next performance?" Y/N shakily asked, eyes flitting back and forth between the boys who were her real comfort right now.

"We'll worry about that later. We're more concerned about you right now, Y/Nnie. Just breathe sweetheart, can you do that, hmm?" Lee Know spoke calmly, slowly taking off her shoe to reveal a swollen and bruised ankle.

"I'm trying to b-but it hurts to," Y/N says through stuttered breaths, tears still falling down her face.

"There's not a doctor here yet?" Jeongin questioned, wondering why someone on set hadn't arrived quicker.

"They should be coming over now," Chan informed them, before grabbing one of Y/N's hands, "we're going to get you some help, yeah? Just take some nice deep breaths, Y/Nnie."

Chan gave her the same advice as the others yet it wasn't working. Y/N knew it wasn't her panicking, but something worse.

"We keep trying to calm her down but she says it hurts when she breathes," Felix looks up Chan worriedly, and sees Han to the left of him with his clasped together nervously.

Some medical staff finally came over and lifted her onto a small bed to move her backstage and look at her properly. Y/N couldn't help but let out more whimpers of pain and the members tried to reassure her as they followed along.

"Only one person in here please," the standby doctor informed the boys, and that was when they decided Seungmin should go in with her. He was the most grounded at the moment, the other members either being too angry, worried or upset to remain calm like Y/N needed.

Seungmin gently held Y/N's hand as the doctors checked over her. With a slight press into her ribs, Y/N let out a loud yell of pain, Seungmin immediately whispering reassuring words to her and gently petting her hair.

"It's okay, it's okay, they're just making sure you're okay, Y/Nnie," he stumbled over his words, now wishing someone else was in his position instead because he feared he wasn't doing enough to comfort the younger girl and he hated seeing her like this.

"We fear you may have a bruised rib, Miss Y/N, you're going to have to seek medical help from a hospital," the doctor shook his head, regretfully informing them.

"No, no, I can't, what about the next performance, can't let the team down," Y/N cried, which was making her ribs hurt even more from the slight jolting of her body.

"Y/Nnie, it's okay, we'll figure out, but you need to calm down, jagi, because you'll hurt yourself more," Seungmin made sure she was looking at him as he said this, wiping her tears away with his thumbs, stroking her face gently.

"B-but-"

"Ssshh, please don't cry Y/Nnie, we'll get you to a hospital and then we worry about the future, okay, come on now, that's it, well done," Seungmin helped her to relax, an arm gently wrapped around her shoulders as he stroked her hair to calm her down.

Whilst Y/N's examination was happening, Chan had noticed Jeongin's upset.

"Hey Innie, it's okay, Y/N will be okay," he patted his younger member's back, thinking that's why he was crying to himself.

"It's not that, I mean, I'm worried about Y/N, but I messed up in the performance and then seeing her hurt too was just," Jeongin couldn't finish his words, crying into the shoulder of his leader.

"Ah, Innie, you did good, which part?" Chan patted his back gently.

"I just did a terrible job as a whole," Jeongin sniffled, his voice thick from trying to hold back his cries.

"Hey, it's okay man," Chan hugged him again.

Felix came and hugged Jeongin too.

"Ah what are we going to do with our maknaes?" Han sighed fondly, patting Jeongin on the head, and it was then they saw Y/N getting wheeled out of the medical room and heading down the corridor past their room.

"Hey, hey! What's going on?" Chan called after some staff of their own who were with Y/N.

"They're taking her to hospital, think she's got a bruised rib," the JYP staff shook their head angrily.

"A bruised rib?!" Changbin said with wide eyes, trying to peer round at Y/N who was sat up straight, trying to remain calm with Seungmin who was stood beside her, looking stressed himself.

"Lee Know and I will go with her, Seungmin, you go home with the others, yeah? We'll update you," Chan instructs everyone.

Seungmin nodded and was immediately embraced into a hug by Felix, feeling guilty for relaxing but he couldn't deal with seeing his member hurt.

And off they went. Changbin stayed behind with the 00 liners and Jeongin, making sure they weren't too shaken up by what happened. Chan and Lee Know stuck to Y/N like glue, one of them always holding her hand or stroking her hair, even when she had been given some drugs for the pain and was unconscious.

"I can't believe this happened..." Chan sighed, brushing back stray hairs from Y/N's face. They were sat beside her hospital bed.

"Typical MNET," Lee Know sighed angrily, looking at the boot now on Y/N's foot.

Y/N then started waking up.

"Hey, sweetheart, how you feeling?" Chan was quick to check in on her.

"Feel, funny," Y/N giggled trying to sit up but then wincing in pain.

"Oh gosh, she's gone loopy," Lee Know playfully sighed, but he couldn't hide his worry for her as he gently leaned her back.

"Wow I have such handsome members," Y/N suddenly said, the drugs she was given making her delirious and spouting whatever was on her mind.

"What? Y/N?" Chan laughed at the girl who staring at the two eldest members.

"Did so well today. Good performance. All 9 of us," Y/N carried on, seeming like she had forgotten about her injuries for now considering she thought all 9 of them was there, when really it was 8 because of the stupid hiatus Hyunjin had to be on.

"It was only 8 of us, Y/Nnie, remember?" Lee Know warily reminded her, and it was then she teared up.

"Call Hyunjin, I miss him. Want to talk to him," Y/N pouted sadly, and they couldn't deny their maknae.

"He might be busy though, Y/N," Chan said gently, calling his fellow member anyways.

Fortunately he answered.

"Hi Channie hyung!" Hyunjin said brightly upon seeing Chan's face, which soon changed to Y/N holding the phone closely to her face, making Hyunjin cackle.

"Woah, Y/N, all of a sudden?" he laughed over the phone.

"Hyunjin!" Y/N yelled into the phone, causing Chan and Lee Know to shush her due to being in a hospital.

"Y/Nnie!" Hyunjin joyfully said back.

"I miss you!" she said into the phone, holding the phone higher up where Hyunjin could see she was in a hospital gown and had an IV in.

"Miss you too- huh? Are you in hospital?" Hyunjin sounded very concerned, and Lee Know and Chan could hear it in his voice that he longed to be with them right now to comfort her and reassure himself.

"Yeah. Because MNET are all dickheads who can s-" Y/N spoke her mind, until Chan covered her mouth so she'd stop speaking and Lee Know took the phone.

"Hyung is Y/N okay?" Hyunjin frowned.

"We were filming and you know she had that harness part? MNET didn't do enough safety checks and so the cord snapped," Lee Know shook his head angrily

"What? That's ridiculous! How could they just let that happen?" Hyunjin rambled from the other side of the phone, but Y/N in her more delirious state thought he was talking about her.

"You angry at me Jinnie?" she asked sadly, bottom lip wobbling.

"No no no, not at you, jagi, at MNET, because they're all dickheads, remember?" Hyunjin quickly calmed Y/N, trying to make her laugh by using her words, and he was successful in doing so.

"Hyunjin!" Chan scolded, yet their was a smile as he spoke and Hyunjin could hear Lee Know's laughter in the background.

"Please update me if she's ok, yeah?" Hyunjin bit his lip worriedly, wishing he could be with his memners right now.

"Of course of course, that goes without question. Talk to you soon, yeah?" Chan promised Hyunjin.

"Bye hyungs! Bye Y/Nnie!" Hyunjin waved them goodbye as the phone hung up.

"Y/N you can't shout like that," Chan facepalms and laughs, scolding her for her shouting earlier on in the call.

"You sounded like a parrot," Lee Know said bluntly, causing Y/N to smirk.

"You sounded like a parrot."

"Y/N-"

"Y/N."

A sigh.

And another, Y/N copying Lee Know once again.

"Hyung make her stop," Lee Know whined, Y/N copying once again before he covered her mouth.

Chan managed to capture this on video and sent it to the groupchat to let them know how Y/N was doing.

Chan:

[vid. attachment]

Y/N is up and doing better

Han:

haha Lee Know hyung is annoyed

Chan:

well he did call her a parrot

Changbin:

ah Y/N is so clever like that haha

Seungmin:

she learnt it from me

Felix:

hahaha

what did the doctors say?

Lee Know:

she's got a bruised rib, broken ankle, don't know how we're going to let her down gently about if she can join the next performance or not

Jeongin:

I hope she can :(

Chan:

she spoke to Hyunjin and that made her feel better

Hyunjin:

what can I say? I'm a natural healer

Felix:

we miss you jinnie

Hyunjin:

I miss you guys too

but it's not long now, that makes me feel better

Y/N:

you know what is long?

Han:

which one of you let Y/N have her phone?

Y/N:

my d-dkfkfkfmfkfdkdkrkrkttt

Lee Know:

Chan did, but I've got it now. this one has gone crazy...

tagged: @oo-li

[reallychaoticwoo]

Can you do a reaction to An atiny accidentally flashing ATEEZ her thong or something at some point because their clothing rose up or fell

⛓️Of course! I wasn't really sure how to fully go about this, so hopefully, it's still good, haha! Thank you for the suggestion!⛓️

✨️ Thong Song ✨️

❤️Pairing: Ateez x reader (individually)

⚠️Warnings: cussing, suggestiveness, light smut MDNI 18! ONLY

‼️This is purely for entertainment purposes and does not represent the idols in any way‼️

🖤Hope you enjoy!🖤

HONGJOONG

He'd spotted your thong during Bouncy. As you were dancing in the crowd your shirt had rode up and made the black lace visible. He eyed in intensely thinking about how he'd get you alone after the concert was over. Luckily for you, he'd made it extremely obvious to yourself that he was interested with intense and frequent eye contact. By the end of the set he was looking you up an down with a smirk, mouthing to 'stay right there' as they asked everyone to clear out. You ended up in his dressing room that night screaming louder than you ever have before.

SEONGHWA

You'd worn a beautiful black corset with intricate patterns woven into the fabric. It didn't take very long for Seonghwa to spot you in the crowd. And when you bent over to pick up your Seonghwa picket you'd dropped and he saw your bare ass with those tiny lace panties he knew you'd come here just for him and there was no way he was leaving without taking such a perfect gift. During Halazia when you mimicked his eye roll, he was struggling the rest of the concert not to pull you on stage and take you right then and there. After the concert you'd spend the next two days in his hotel room in pure bliss, your name long forgotten.

YUNHO

He'd spotted your pretty light blue thong from a mile away. It's not like you were trying to hide it with such low cut jeans. The fact that it looked so perfect on your skin as you danced to every single song that night had him swallowing harshly and taking more sips of his water than usual. His mind wondering if the fabric was stimulating you as you danced. Hed find out later just how wet you'd been all night noticing how he looked at you. By time he finally got to see those panties for himself they were soaked and he had every intention to keep you drenched for the rest of the night.

YEOSANG

He saw you walk in immediately taken by how stunning you were. Finding out quickly that he was your bias as you wearing his merch, his baseball jersey. But when you bent over in your white skirt and all you were wearing under was a thong he knew he just had to have you. Finding you after the concert wasn't hard as he'd told security to have you stay put until he could come back out. You stayed in his room that night as you were unable to make it to the hallway after he'd had his way with you.

SAN

You had been dancing aggressively, singing, and screaming at the top of your but when he saw your thong peak out during Crazy form he knew he'd be making you go just a little bit crazy later. The way your shirt rode up while dancing had you eventually tucking it into your bra. Your thong and belly chain now on full display the rest of the concert as your baggy shorts were low rise. At the end of the concert San bent down near by you and let you know he'd be seeing you later. Walking out to the parking lot San grabbed you by the waste and asked if you'd like to be his for the night.

MINGI

You went all out on your outfit, thong leather bikini with chaps and a matching denim vest. There was no way he was keeping his eyes of you and when he spotted the subtle detail on your bikini top saying 'fixon' it was almost impossible to contain himself. His breaking point was when they were doing Bouncy and outside of the normal choreo you were shaking your ass having a great time. He needed to see that on him right now. He settled for after the concert tho, deciding to take you back to any empty room available in the venue and watch that ass bounce off of him.

WOOYOUNG

You'd been eyeballing him all night, a smirk across your face growing wide every time you caught him looking back. He was definitely interested, not often someone comes onto him as strongly as he comes on to his fellow members. You'd decided to up your game, first subtly pulling down your shirt to expose your shoulder. When you saw that caught his attention the next break they had to talk with the fans you were tucking your shirt up into your bra adjusting your thong to sit above your hips before lowering your shirt back down. He'd had it. After the concert, he took you to his hotel room, and yall had the craziest, kinkiest, switchiest sex you've ever had.

JONGHO

You tried your best to make it insanely obvious who your bias was decked out in all brown. A cute white button-up with a brown cardigan and matching skirt, white socks, and black chunky heeled shoes. Your hair had two fuzzy brown ear clips holding up your piggy tails. There was no way Jongho wasn't going to notice you. He had smiled at you a few times, even waving one time, which made you blush. When you turned around and bent over to pick up something someone had dropped, he caught a glimpse of your thong. Usually a very tame man, he broke all his rules that night when he took you to his room and proceeded to devour you for hours.

[kairoot]

ateez’s little pirates !

꒰ pairing: ateez x poc!reader

꒰ synopsis: ateez’s kids and their bios | obviously these photos DO NOT belong to me, they were just placed for example and cause I thought they were so adorable 💔💔 this is all fiction.

꒰ ateez as dads masterlist

☆. hongjoong. — nelani & aidan

nelani 𑁍 — 2 yrs

full name: nelani ayana kim

korean name: kim nabi [ 김나비 ]

nickname(s): nabi, nana, lani, mini hong, etc.

birthdate: july 15

birth time: 3:05 pm

birthplace: houston, texas, usa

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean , [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about nelani.

nelani is the first born obviously 😽

she’s a daddy’s girl 100% but still loves you

she was born in the middle of ateez’s tour actually..

but good thing it was a day they didn’t have a show

hongjoong had brought you along because he did not want you by yourself with a baby that would pop out at any moment

she’s a very lively girl

loves bubbles (don’t know where she got that from..)

joong made songs dedicated to her when she was born

she absolutely loves dancing

likes painting

aidan ♬ — 8 months

full name: aidan kim/kim aidan

korean name: kim hyeonjun [ 김현준 ]

nickname(s): ai, den-den (made by nelani)

birthdate: april 7

birth time: 6:37 pm

birthplace: seoul, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [your language ]

facts about aidan.

aidan is a very calm baby

nelani is way more hyper than him, even when she was a baby

your pregnancy and delivery with him was easier as well

he loves dancing

joong takes him to the studio sometimes

aidan actually loves music a lot

whenever he hears it or someone starts singing to him, he starts movingn

☆. seonghwa. — samara

samara ✿ — 9 months

full name: samara rose park

korean name: park saeyoung

nickname(s): mari, mars (2), etc.

birthdate: march 21

birth time: 9:26 pm

birthplace: [ your birthplace ]

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about samara.

samara and her dad are literal best friends

you gave birth to her while visiting family

seonghwa named her

during your pregnancy, he would stress over names because he wanted the perfect one for her

you would literally wake up to him writing in a notepad at 2 am 😭

she’s his little helper in the kitchen

she loves eating

☆. yunho. — dylan

dylan ᯐ — 2 yrs

full name: dylan jeong

korean name: jeong yujin

nickname(s): dj, yuyu

birthdate: august 4

birth time: 10:06 am

birthplace: seoul, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about dylan.

tbh dylan is a little more of a mama’s boy but he still loves his parents equally

yunho loves playing with him whether it’s outside, inside with his toys or reading to him before bed

dylan is a quiet kid usually

but once he’s used to someone, he’s really giggly and has a warm personality like his dad

(tbh i can see yunho having way more kids than this but..)

☆. yeosang. — elaina

elaina ღ — 6 months

full name: elaina avery kang

korean name: kang dayeon

nickname(s): el, lailai (wooyoung created this)

birthdate: june 8

birth time: 7:17 pm

birthplace: incheon, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about elaina.

elaina’s a pretty quiet baby

she’s been very close to you since birth but she absolutely loves yeosang

he still gets a bit nervous because it’s his first time

but he still loves her so much

she falls asleep on yeosang all the time and loves cuddling

☆. san. — august ‘auggie’

auggie ₊˚ — 10 months

full name: august anthony choi

korean name: choi haneul

nickname(s): auggie, bubba, etc.

birthdate: august 10

birth time: 11:37 am

birthplace: incheon, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about auggie.

his first name is august but everyone just calls him auggie (mostly did this because i couldn’t decide between august and auggie for a real first name)

absolutely loves his dad — you too of course

atinys adore auggie

san came up with auggie’s name because of his birth month and it’s meaning

auggie can be a sneaky baby

he’s on san’s hip all day, 24/7

☆. mingi. — jasmine

jasmine ₊˚ — 2 yrs

full name: jasmine mae song

korean name: song jina

nickname(s): jas, jj, princess

birthdate: may 27

birth time: 10:06 pm

birthplace: busan, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about jasmine.

she’s a daddy’s girl 100%

she’s an exact replica of her dad; his personality, looks, etc.

jasmine isn’t really hyper but she isn’t calm either

lovessss cuddling with mingi

she likes nature

☆. wooyoung. — maria

maria ₊˚ — 10 months

full name: maria areum jung

korean name: jung areum

nickname(s): marie, mo, mookie-pookie (bruh idk i found it on Google)

birthdate: december 16

birth time: 8:06 am

birthplace: incheon, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about maria.

silly girl just like her dad (no she’s just like woo down to the BONE)

she never likes to go to bed which is a struggle for you and woo

early bird

she’s very hyper

takes her awhile to get used to people she doesn’t know

☆. jongho. — jun

jun ✧ — 9 months

full name: choi seo-jun (최서준)

nickname(s): jun, juju, junie

birthdate: july 19

birth time: 6:08 am

birthplace: seoul, south korea

hometown: seoul, south korea

ethnicity: korean, [ your ethnicity ]

language(s): korean, english, [ your language ]

facts about jun.

jun and jongho are quite literally inseparable

he lovesss watching whatever his dad is watching, doing whatever he’s doing, etc.

he’s a good balance between hyper and calm

likes sports like jongho, even if he is too young to comprehend it

jongho named him

[domm1etae]

hii could you maybe write ot8 with bottom seonghwa? i wanna see him absolutely destroyed :3

maybe where members are absolutely whipped for the pink hair hwa from the recent comeback :p

At Their Mercy

seonghwa x all ateez memb.

smut | mdni

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Seonghwa gets wrecked by his members, trapped in a whole ass whirlwind of pleasure after being the center of their attention

nsfw tags under

multiple partners, doms!ATEEZ, sub!Seonghwa, oral sex (m!receiving), multiple partners, possession, teasing, praise, nipple play, body worship, overwhelming pleasure, intense stimulation, gangbang, multiple orgasms (all members), cock slut hwa, pink hair hwa, marking and waaaay more

author's note: bbys, just wanted to let you know that english isn’t my first language and i’ve been working on this for HOURS, so i’m really sorry for any mistakes. i’m way too tired to read through it myself xddd

The dim light of the room cast soft shadows over Seonghwa’s bare skin, highlighting the slight sheen of sweat gathering at his temples. His pink hair was a mess, falling into his face in wispy strands, but that only added to the allure. He kneeled at the center of the bed, legs slightly apart, his slender frame trembling with anticipation. Every glance thrown his way from the others felt like a physical touch, their eyes devouring him as though he were the sole thing tethering them to sanity.

Seonghwa’s chest rose and fell unevenly, his breath catching as Yunho stepped closer, towering over him with an unreadable expression. His large hands reached out, and Seonghwa flinched, not out of fear but out of the sheer intensity of wanting to be touched. The weight of Yunho’s palm cupping his jaw was grounding, and he leaned into it instinctively, his lashes fluttering shut.

“Look at you,” Yunho murmured, his deep voice vibrating through Seonghwa’s chest. “So obedient already.”

The words sent a shiver racing down Seonghwa’s spine, his lips parting to respond, but before he could utter a sound, a low chuckle came from behind.

“Obedient?” San drawled, his voice edged with mockery. “Give him a minute. He’ll be squirming before long.”

A soft blush bloomed across Seonghwa’s cheeks, his head tilting slightly in an attempt to hide the reaction, but there was no escaping their scrutiny.

“Don’t be shy now,” Hongjoong said, stepping forward until he was close enough for Seonghwa to see the sharp glint in his leader’s eyes. “We’ve all been waiting for this. Haven’t we?”

The question wasn’t directed at Seonghwa, but he felt the weight of it nonetheless. The answer was clear in the way the others watched him—hungry, reverent, almost predatory.

Mingi nodded, his broad shoulders tense as he shifted from foot to foot. “So fucking pretty,” he muttered under his breath, his fingers twitching at his sides like he was holding himself back.

The praise made Seonghwa’s heart race, heat flooding his veins as he fought the urge to lower his gaze. He didn’t want to appear weak, though the way his body trembled under their attention betrayed him.

“Strip.” The single word came from Hongjoong, his tone firm yet smooth, like a blade wrapped in silk.

Seonghwa’s breath hitched, his fingers moving on instinct to the hem of his shirt. His hands shook slightly as he pulled it over his head, revealing the delicate lines of his collarbones and the taut muscles of his abdomen. The room seemed to grow warmer, the silence punctuated only by the sound of fabric hitting the floor.

“Slower,” Wooyoung whispered, his voice thick with desire. “We want to savor it, Hyung.”

Swallowing hard, Seonghwa slowed his movements, his hands ghosting over his skin as he unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down his legs. Each inch of exposed skin felt like a revelation, his arousal evident in the way his chest heaved and his fingers faltered.

The collective sound of sharp breaths filled the room, the tension crackling like a live wire.

“Good boy,” Yeosang murmured, his soft voice sending a jolt of pleasure through Seonghwa.

Seonghwa’s knees felt weak as he sank back onto the bed, his hands resting on his thighs as he waited for their next command. His lips parted, his pink hair falling into his face as he looked up through his lashes, a silent plea in his eyes.

“Fuck,” Jongho groaned, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “You’re perfect, Hyung.”

The words made Seonghwa’s chest tighten, a soft whimper escaping his lips as Yunho stepped closer, his large frame dominating Seonghwa’s vision.

“You want this, don’t you?” Yunho asked, his voice low and steady.

Seonghwa nodded, his breath catching as Yunho’s fingers brushed against his cheek, tilting his head back to meet his gaze.

“Use your words,” Yunho commanded gently.

“Yes,” Seonghwa whispered, his voice trembling with need. “I want this. I want… all of you.”

The confession sent a ripple through the room, the others shifting closer as though drawn by the magnetic pull of his vulnerability.

San was the first to move, his hand tangling in Seonghwa’s hair as he tilted his head back further, forcing him to meet his gaze. “We’re going to ruin you, Hyung,” he said with a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with promise.

Seonghwa’s lips parted, a shaky exhale escaping as San leaned down, their breaths mingling for a brief, electric moment.

“Say it,” San demanded, his grip tightening slightly.

“Ruin me,” Seonghwa breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.

A chorus of low groans echoed through the room, the air growing impossibly thicker as the others closed in.

Yunho’s hands found their way to Seonghwa’s hips, guiding him onto his hands and knees. The position left him exposed and vulnerable, his heart pounding as he felt the heat of their gazes burning into him.

“Look at you,” Wooyoung said, his voice dripping with adoration. “So fucking eager.”

Seonghwa whimpered, his hands clutching at the sheets as Yunho’s fingers trailed down his spine, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“You’re going to take everything we give you, aren’t you?” Hongjoong asked, his voice calm yet commanding.

“Yes,” Seonghwa gasped, his body arching into Yunho’s touch as he felt the first press of fingers against his entrance.

The sensation was both foreign and intoxicating, his breath hitching as Yunho worked him open with slow, deliberate movements. Each stroke sent shivers racing through his body, his moans growing louder as the others watched, their arousal evident in the way they palmed themselves through their clothes.

“Such a good boy,” Yeosang murmured, his voice filled with quiet awe.

Seonghwa’s eyes fluttered shut, his lips parting as he let himself be consumed by the sensations. The way Yunho’s fingers curled inside him, the gentle praise spilling from the others’ lips, the sheer intensity of being the center of their attention—it was overwhelming in the best possible way.

When Yunho finally pulled his fingers away, Seonghwa whimpered at the loss, his body aching for more.

“You’re ready,” Yunho said, his voice filled with certainty.

Seonghwa barely had time to process the words before he felt the blunt press of Yunho’s cock against his entrance. The stretch was intense, a burning sensation that bordered on pain, but he welcomed it, his body trembling as Yunho sank into him inch by inch.

“Fuck,” Yunho groaned, his hands gripping Seonghwa’s hips as he bottomed out.

Seonghwa gasped, his head falling forward as his body adjusted to the intrusion. The feeling of fullness was indescribable—a mix of pleasure and vulnerability that left him breathless.

“You’re taking him so well,” Wooyoung said, his voice filled with awe as he kneeled in front of Seonghwa. “I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

Seonghwa’s gaze flickered up to Wooyoung, his lips parting as the younger man guided his cock to Seonghwa’s mouth.

Seonghwa’s tongue darted out instinctively, tasting Wooyoung’s tip before letting him push deeper into his mouth. The stretch of his lips and the fullness of his throat mirrored the delicious ache in his lower body, and he couldn’t hold back the muffled whimper that escaped him. His hands gripped the sheets tightly as Yunho began to move, slow and deliberate, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through him that made his entire body quiver.

“That’s it,” Wooyoung groaned, his fingers threading through Seonghwa’s pink hair as he guided his movements. “You’re so good like this, Hyung. Taking us so well.”

Seonghwa’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked eagerly, his gaze flickering up to Wooyoung’s face, seeking approval. The sight made Wooyoung curse under his breath, his hips jerking forward slightly.

“Shit, you look so pretty like that,” Wooyoung whispered, his voice shaking with restraint.

Behind him, Yunho’s pace began to quicken, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. Seonghwa felt the stretch intensify, the sharp edge of pain blending seamlessly with the waves of pleasure coursing through him.

“Look at him,” San said, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and arousal. “Completely fucked out already, and we’ve barely started.”

Seonghwa whimpered around Wooyoung’s cock, the vibration drawing a groan from the younger man. His body burned with humiliation and desire, the combination only spurring him to try harder to please them all.

“Move over,” Mingi said, his deep voice carrying an edge of impatience. “I want a turn with his mouth.”

Wooyoung let out a soft laugh, pulling back with a wet pop as Seonghwa’s lips released him. A thin string of saliva connected them for a moment before it broke, and Seonghwa’s flushed face turned toward Mingi as the taller man took Wooyoung’s place.

Mingi’s size was intimidating, and Seonghwa’s breath hitched as the tip of his cock brushed against his lips.

“You can take it, can’t you?” Mingi asked, his voice softer than Seonghwa expected.

Seonghwa nodded, his lips parting as he allowed Mingi to push into his mouth. The stretch was even greater this time, and tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he worked to accommodate the intrusion.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Mingi groaned, his large hands cradling Seonghwa’s head gently even as his hips began to move.

Behind him, Yunho’s thrusts grew more erratic, each one hitting deeper, making Seonghwa moan around Mingi’s cock. The vibrations drew a sharp intake of breath from the younger man, and his fingers tightened slightly in Seonghwa’s hair.

“Don’t stop,” Mingi said, his voice strained. “You’re doing so good, Hyung.”

The praise made Seonghwa’s heart flutter, even as his body trembled under the dual sensations. Every inch of him felt claimed and used, and it was intoxicating in a way he couldn’t describe.

Hongjoong stepped forward, his smaller frame exuding authority as he leaned down to whisper in Seonghwa’s ear. “You’re ours tonight,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “We’re going to ruin you, just like you asked.”

The words sent a shiver through Seonghwa, his entire body clenching in response. Yunho groaned at the feeling, his fingers digging into Seonghwa’s hips as he slammed into him with renewed vigor.

“You love this, don’t you?” Yeosang’s quiet voice cut through the haze, his gaze piercing as he kneeled beside Seonghwa. “Being at our mercy. Taking everything we give you.”

Seonghwa nodded weakly; his voice muffled around Mingi’s cock as he moaned in agreement.

“Good boy,” Yeosang murmured, his hand reaching out to stroke Seonghwa’s cheek gently, a stark contrast to the roughness of the others.

The duality of their touches—soft and demanding, gentle and harsh—sent Seonghwa spiraling. His body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation as he gave himself over to them completely.

“Harder,” Hongjoong instructed Yunho, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Yunho complied immediately, his thrusts growing almost brutal as Seonghwa’s body rocked forward with the force. The movement caused Mingi to slip even deeper into his throat, and Seonghwa choked slightly, tears streaming down his cheeks as he fought to keep up.

“Look at him,” San said, his voice thick with awe. “Completely wrecked and still so desperate for more.”

Seonghwa’s moans grew louder, his body trembling with the force of his release as he finally tipped over the edge, the intense pleasure overwhelming him.

But they didn’t stop.

“You’re not done yet,” Hongjoong said, a wicked smile curling his lips as he climbed onto the bed. “We’re just getting started.”

Hongjoong’s sharp eyes roamed over Seonghwa’s trembling form, his lips curling into a pleased smirk as he reached out to run his fingers through Seonghwa’s soft, pink hair. "Such a pretty princess," he murmured, his voice dripping with mock sweetness as he knelt beside him.

The nickname sent a flush across Seonghwa's cheeks, a mixture of humiliation and arousal twisting in his chest. He could barely catch his breath; his throat stretched around Mingi's cock as Yunho’s relentless thrusts rocked him forward.

"You like that, don’t you?" Hongjoong teased, gripping a fistful of Seonghwa’s hair to tilt his head slightly. "Being called my little princess?"

Seonghwa whimpered; the sound muffled around Mingi, whose hands tightened their hold on him. "Hyung, you’re so tight—so good," Mingi groaned, his deep voice trembling with restraint as his hips stuttered forward.

Tears spilled freely from Seonghwa’s eyes, the overwhelming sensation leaving him a mess of pleasure and desperation. He hollowed his cheeks around Mingi’s cock, his tongue working feverishly to please him, and it wasn’t long before the younger man’s movements grew erratic.

"Fuck, I’m going to—" Mingi's words cut off with a sharp gasp as he buried himself fully in Seonghwa’s mouth, spilling his release down his throat.

The salty taste flooded Seonghwa’s senses, and he swallowed instinctively, his body shuddering as Mingi pulled out slowly, a string of saliva and cum connecting them for a brief moment.

"You did so well," Mingi murmured, his voice soft as he caressed Seonghwa’s flushed cheek, the tenderness in stark contrast to the roughness of before.

But there was no time for respite. Yunho’s strong hands gripped Seonghwa’s hips, pulling him onto his knees as he adjusted their position. "On your back," Yunho said, his voice low and commanding.

Seonghwa complied shakily, his body pliant as he let Yunho guide him. The shift in position left him completely exposed; his legs spread wide as Yunho leaned over him, their eyes meeting for a brief, heated moment.

"You’re perfect like this," Yunho murmured, his large hands sliding down Seonghwa’s thighs, gripping them firmly as he positioned himself again.

Behind Yunho, San and Yeosang exchanged a glance before moving closer, their gazes dark with intent. "Hold him steady," San instructed Yunho, his voice carrying a playful edge as he kneeled beside Seonghwa.

"I’ve got him," Yunho replied, his hands gripping Seonghwa’s thighs tightly as he thrust back into him with a groan.

The stretch was overwhelming, but Seonghwa’s body arched into the sensation, his hands gripping at the sheets as San’s hands explored his chest, tracing over his flushed skin.

"You’ve been such a good boy," San whispered, his lips brushing against Seonghwa’s ear as he spoke. "But I think it’s time for us to have some fun too."

Seonghwa barely had time to process San’s words before he felt Yeosang’s lips on his neck, the soft, teasing kisses leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

"You’re so sensitive," Yeosang murmured, his hands joining San’s as they roamed over Seonghwa’s trembling body.

Hongjoong watched from the side, his dark gaze fixed on Seonghwa’s flushed face as he toyed with his pink hair. "Look at you," he said, his voice filled with a mix of affection and dominance. "My pretty princess, completely at our mercy."

The nickname sent another shiver through Seonghwa, his entire body responding to Hongjoong’s words.

Yunho’s pace quickened, each thrust deeper and more erratic than the last, his breath coming in labored gasps. Seonghwa writhed beneath him, toes curling as Yunho’s length brushed against his most sensitive spot with every move.

The overwhelming sensations—Yunho’s weight pressing him into the mattress, San’s lips latching onto one of his sensitive nipples, and Yeosang’s teasing fingers grazing the other—had Seonghwa on the brink of losing himself completely.

"You're so tight," Yunho groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding himself back. His hands flexed against Seonghwa’s thighs, the firm grip leaving imprints on his flushed skin. Yunho’s large frame trembled as he stilled suddenly, pulling out with a low grunt.

Seonghwa’s legs fell open wider as Yunho knelt over him, gripping his cock in one large hand. "Such a perfect view," Yunho muttered, his voice thick with lust. He pumped his length twice, his free hand gripping Seonghwa’s hip for balance as he released himself.

Seonghwa gasped when the first warm spurt of Yunho’s cum landed on his stomach, the sticky heat painting his smooth, flushed skin. Yunho continued, the thick ropes spilling over Seonghwa’s abdomen, trailing down to his trembling thighs.

"Fuck," Yunho murmured, his hand stilling as he admired his handiwork. "You look so good like this, covered in me."

Before Seonghwa could catch his breath, Hongjoong moved in, crouching beside him. His slender fingers traced through Yunho’s release, spreading the slick mess over Seonghwa’s taut stomach.

"My turn," Hongjoong said with a smirk, his cock already hard and ready. He leaned over Seonghwa, brushing a kiss to his flushed cheek before shifting to straddle his chest. "Open wide, princess."

Seonghwa obeyed without hesitation, his swollen lips parting to welcome Hongjoong’s cock. The leader groaned as he slid into the warm, wet heat, his hips rolling forward to push deeper.

"That’s it," Hongjoong hissed, his fingers tangling in Seonghwa’s pink hair as he set a slow, deliberate rhythm. "You look so pretty like this—my perfect little princess."

As Hongjoong began to thrust, San’s mouth returned to Seonghwa’s nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud before sucking hard. The sharp sensation drew a muffled moan from Seonghwa, his back arching off the mattress as his body shuddered.

"He's so sensitive," San murmured, his tongue flicking over the now-swollen peak. "I could do this all night."

Yeosang’s hands roamed lower, his fingers brushing over Seonghwa’s inner thighs, tracing patterns into the slick skin. "You’re so pretty like this, Hyung," Yeosang murmured, his voice soft but filled with desire.

On the edge of the bed, Wooyoung and Jongho watched with darkened eyes, waiting for their turn. Mingi, still recovering, sat back with a dazed look, his lips parted as he stared at the debauched scene before him.

Hongjoong’s pace quickened, his thrusts growing shallow as he chased his release. "Swallow it all, princess," he commanded, his voice ragged as he held Seonghwa’s head in place.

Seonghwa moaned around him, his throat working to accommodate Hongjoong’s length as his tongue swirled over the tip. The vibrations sent Hongjoong over the edge, his hips jerking as he came, spilling into Seonghwa’s waiting mouth.

"Don’t spill a drop," Hongjoong murmured, his thumb brushing over Seonghwa’s cheek as he pulled out.

Seonghwa swallowed obediently, his tongue darting out to catch any lingering traces. His glossy lips parted slightly as he panted for air, his eyes hazy with pleasure.

"Still so eager," Hongjoong said, his voice filled with affection and pride. He leaned down to press a kiss to Seonghwa’s swollen lips before stepping aside to let the others take their place.

Wooyoung was next, his mischievous grin widening as he climbed onto the bed. "My turn," he said, his voice teasing as he positioned himself between Seonghwa’s legs.

"I want to see how much more our cumdump can take," Jongho said as he moved closer, his hand already wrapping around his hard length.

Seonghwa’s lips parted in a soft, breathless laugh, his cheeks flushing under the weight of his praise. It was a strange feeling—being at the center of their attention, yet it wasn’t overwhelming. It was exhausting.

“Do you like being admired by all of us?” Yunho’s voice had a certain softness to it, yet the desire in his eyes made Seonghwa’s heart skip a beat. There was no denying the way they all felt for him, and it both terrified and excited him.

Seonghwa took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. He could feel the intensity of the moment, the weight of their admiration, and he reveled in it. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with vulnerability.

“It doesn’t matter now; we can see how much you love it,” Jongho said. “But let’s not waste your mouth skills on talking, huh?” Jongho added, as his member finally came in contact with Hwa's pretty little tongue.

Wooyoung at one end, Jongho at the other, and Seonghwa were totally overwhelmed at that moment. What he wasn’t expecting was San’s hands on his length, starting to jerk him off. Seonghwa couldn’t handle so many things at once, but the worst was yet to come.

Yeosang saw how Hwa was struggling to keep up, and he totally loved the idea, so he lowered himself next to Hwa’s nipples and started to give them attention. Seonghwa's senses were bombarded, and he couldn't keep up with the sensations that were coursing through him. Wooyoung's and Jongho's cock, San's skilled fingers teasing at his length. Yeosang's nibbles and nips at his nipples only heightened the sensations that were pulling him inexorably toward a break as they all dipped and swirled around him, a feast for his body and soul.

He moaned out around Jongho's member, unable to hold himself back any longer, his eyes growing heavy and his hands tightening around the sheets of the bed. The sheer amount of stimulation he was receiving was almost too much for him to bear, but yet he craved more. He could feel himself reaching his next orgasm.

Hongjoong watched from the sidelines, enjoying the show before him. His lips curled into a devilish smile as he moved closer, his hands resting on Seonghwa's hips. "Come for us, princess," he said, his voice laced with authority.

The simple command was enough to send Seonghwa over the edge. His back arched off the bed, his eyes fluttering shut as his entire body shuddered with pleasure.

Yeosang lapped at Hwa's cum mixed with Yunho's previous load dripping down Seonghwa's chest and stomach, a wicked smile curling his lips. "So messy," he teased, his voice filled with adoration.

San's hands stilled on Seonghwa's length, his gaze fixed on the sight before him. "So fucking pretty," he murmured, his voice tinged with awe.

"We're not done yet," Wooyoung said, his voice filled with amusement and lust. He pulled out of Hwa's hole, his hand gripping his length as he pumped it twice.

"You better be ready for more, Hyung, because I was really holding myself back till now."

Seonghwa's head was spinning, his body overstimulated and trembling. He was exhausted, but his heart swelled with desire, his need for them overwhelming him. "Please," he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Good boy," Hongjoong praised him, his hands sliding over Seonghwa's thighs, spreading them wider.

"Look at him," Yeosang whispered, his voice filled with reverence. "He's so eager for us."

Wooyoung chuckled softly, his hands gripping Hwa's hips as he pressed against his entrance. "Our perfect little whore," he murmured.

Seonghwa cried out, his fingers tangling in the sheets as Wooyoung set a relentless pace. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, the scent of sweat and sex heavy in the air.

Jongho watched for a moment before speeding up as well, his fingers curling around Seonghwa's chin to tilt his head toward him. "I suggest opening wide now, Hyung," he said, his voice strained with arousal.

Seonghwa's lips parted instantly, his tongue darting out to taste the salty tip of Jongho's cock. The younger man groaned, his hips jerking forward to push deeper into the warmth of Seonghwa's mouth.

"That's it," Jongho hissed, his hand gripping the back of Seonghwa's head, guiding his movements.

Wooyoung's thrusts grew erratic, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he chased his release. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Seonghwa's hips.

The sound of Wooyoung's voice spurred Jongho on, and he picked up the pace, his grip tightening on Seonghwa's hair. "Such a good slut for us," he murmured, his words punctuated by sharp, breathless moans.

"You're doing so well," Yeosang murmured, his eyes filled with adoration as he watched from the side of the bed, where he was sitting.

Wooyoung's breath caught in his throat as his body tensed, his hips stuttering forward as he spilled inside of Seonghwa's waiting hole.

"Fuck," Wooyoung cursed under his breath, his fingers twitching on Seonghwa's hips. He pulled out slowly, his thumb grazing over the flushed skin, and he smirked when he noticed how red the marks were. "Sorry, I think I was a little rough," he said with a small, guilty smile.

Hongjoong smiled and went over to where Woo was before, his hands now gripping Seonghwa's thighs as he held them open, admiring the view. "So perfect, all marked up and used," he said, his voice low and filled with awe.

Seonghwa didn't reply, his eyes fluttering shut as Jongho continued his assault on his mouth. The feeling of being used, being completely at their mercy, was intoxicating. He could feel the weight of their gaze, the desire thick in the air, and it was enough to send him spiraling once more.

"You're close," Yeosang whispered. "Would you like a little help from our Sannie?" he said out loud and looked at San, who was already grinning ear to ear.

He couldn't even remember how many times he'd already come that night, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the feeling of their hands on him, their bodies pressed against his, so all that Seonghwa could do was just an easy nod.

Seonghwa couldn't help but moan, his eyes squeezing shut as Jongho's member slipped out of his mouth because of his nodding. San took his place immediately, taking Hwa's little member into his mouth.

Seonghwa's eyes rolled back, his hands shaking as he struggled to take the intrusion.

"That's it," Yeosang murmured, his fingers grazing over Seonghwa's trembling skin, sending sparks through him.

San's lips wrapped around his cock, his tongue flicking over the sensitive tip. He knew exactly what to do, and his mouth worked tirelessly, bringing Seonghwa closer and closer to the edge.

Jongho's breath was labored, his gaze fixed on the scene before him. He could feel his release building, his muscles tensing as he reached his climax with the helo of his own hands, coming all over Seonghwa's face.

The warm, sticky cum hit Seonghwa's flushed cheeks, his pink hair, and his parted lips. It was filthy, and San loved it, the sight bringing him to his own orgasm as well, coming on the sheets he was humping while sucking off Hwa.

"What a good boy," Mingi praised from afar. He was watching from the other side of the bed, where he sat. He had been watching the whole thing, and it turned him on more than anything.

"He's such a slut, getting so much pleasure from being used," Hongjoong commented, his dark eyes fixed on Seonghwa's trembling body, the cum and sweat dripping down his skin, his hopefully last climax almost there.

"One last baby," Yeosang said as he ordered Seonghwa to jerk him off.

So Seonghwa did, as he was told, sit up with his cock still in San's mouth and start to jerk off Yeosang. "Don't worry, I will be done quickly."

"Me too," Seonghwa murmured, warning San about his next orgasm.

It didn't take long for them both to come, Yeosanf coming into Hwa's hand with a low growl, San swallowing all of Hwa's cum, and then Seonghwa flopped on his back, his legs giving out and his breath coming in short, shaky gasps. He couldn't remember ever feeling so thoroughly used and satisfied, and his entire body felt heavy, his eyes growing heavy with exhaustion.

"Are you okay, Hyung?" Jongho asked, his voice filled with concern.

Seonghwa nodded, a small, tired smile playing on his lips. "I'm perfect," he whispered, his eyes fluttering shut as he succumbed to sleep, sticky from sweat, tears, and mainly cum.

The others gathered around him, their faces filled with admiration and affection as they watched him sleep.

"He really is perfect," Hongjoong murmured, his gaze lingering on Seonghwa's sleeping form, a fond smile playing on his lips.

"A true angel," Mingi whispered.

"Our angel"

The seven boys had to clean him up a bit, but none of them was complaining. They honestly never have been happier before.

[callmeagardengnome]

𓆩 bless me 𓆪 - chapter 2

w.c - 2.2k

pairings - demon!ateez ot8 x receptionist! fem! reader

genre - demon au, hint of royal au, possible yandere themes (?), romance, slow burn

synopsis: as hell's receptionist, you only wished to talk shit and stay out of trouble. yet, you happened to be the one that the two social clans in hell start fighting for.

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Ash. You found specks of ash on your desk. Its presence meant one thing- someone had looked through your office.

You found even more traces of ash on your books, files and even the floor. Not only that, files in your cabinet were completely jumbled up.

What irritated you more was that you could easily guess the type of demon that snooped through your things. A Hala. Halas often had ash and soot left on their hands from constantly roaming the streets of Hell, unlike an Eternal that would prefer to lock themselves in their homes.

You didn’t want to blame a Hala, they faced enough problems from the Eternals, but going through your items was crossing the line. You needed to find out who intruded your office and what they were looking for.

You needed to find Wooyoung.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹₊ִ ࣪𖤐๋࣭ ⭑⊹₊ 𖥔.

Hell was a network of narrow alleyways and crowded streets, a maze that seemed to twist and turn endlessly. It was a tangled web that even the older demons to struggled to navigate.

You felt a sense of urgency as you travelled through the corridors of Hell. The clatter of shoes on stone, murmurs of hushed conversation and the occasional distant scream added to the overwhelming atmosphere.

You regret not finding a way to contact Wooyoung. You somehow ended up in a street packed with Halas protesting, which made it harder to find him. You scanned the demons in the crowd, hoping that you would catch a glimpse of his face.

Without realising, you rounded a corner and collided with someone, almost knocking them over. Shocked, you looked up and found yourself face to face with a (handsome) Hala.

“A Walker?” he raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you guys were protesting too.”

You straightened your back and dusted yourself off. “Well- I’m not here to protest,” you clarified. “I’m actually looking for a Hala, do you know who Wooyoung is?”

The Hala crossed his arms, his expression shifting to suspicion. “Wooyoung?” he echoed, his tone becoming guarded. “Why do you need him?”

“I just need to speak to him. Do you know where he is?” you asked hastily.

The Hala studied you for a moment, his dark eyes flickering with uncertainty. “Is he in trouble?”

You sighed. “It’s about something important.. if you know where I can find him, I would really appreciate it.”

The both of you stood in silence as he thought about your request, the cogs turning in his head. His eyes lingered on you as he nodded reluctantly, “Follow me.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹₊ִ ࣪𖤐๋࣭ ⭑⊹₊ 𖥔.

The Hala brought you to a small, rundown house tucked away in a corner - far away from the busy streets where Halas protested earlier.

He took out the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. He pushed it open before stepping inside, signalling you to follow him.

As you entered, you noticed Wooyoung talking with another Hala near the kitchen area. Wooyoung glanced up from his conversation, “Jongho you’re finally bac- Receptionist?”

He rose swiftly from his seat and started to walk towards you. “I didn’t know you liked me so much that you’re starting to visit me,” he said with a smirk.

“Shut up Wooyoung,” you grimaced. “I need to talk to you about something.”

Wooyoung paused for a moment. The both of you have never spoken outside of your office. It was always Wooyoung coming to you with a problem, not the other way around. He gestured the Hala he was talking to, “Sure.. Yeosang, please get our very dear friend a chair.”

Yeosang, the Hala that had been quietly observing the interaction, nodded and fetched you a chair quickly, placing it near you.

“Wait- when did you become friends with a Walker?” Jongho asked, confused.

“Since forever-“ “We’re not friends,” Wooyoung and you answered at the same time.

“You hurt me, Receptionist,” Wooyoung said, his expression feigning sadness. “So why am I blessed with your presence today?”

“One of your kind went through my things,” you replied firmly. “I found traces of ash in my office.”

“Ash?” Wooyoung’s playful demeanour shifted slightly, a flicker of concern crossed his features. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“An Eternal wouldn’t get their hands dirty which means that it’s most likely a Hala that did it,” you explained.

Just as Wooyoung was about to refute your claim, Yeosang intercepted, “Sorry- but what colour were the ashes?”

You recalled the traces of ash in your office, trying to remember the exact shade. “It was light.. like a light grey?”

Silence took over the room before Jongho broke it, “Light grey? Like the ones at the Royal Palace? Where Halas aren’t allowed to be at?”

The Royal Palace was a place where only Eternals and invited Walkers could enter. The Eternals had banned all Halas from being within the area. They even set up complex security systems that would shoot trespassing Halas.

The Palace had its own landscape. While the rest of Hell was dark with dirty ashes and soot imbedded in it, the Palace was ‘bright’ with white ashes sprinkled in its surroundings.

Wooyoung leaned closer to you, “While I’m flattered that you think a Hala is brave enough to search a government office, isn’t it a little mean to immediately pinpoint us?”

“Can you really blame me? You guys need to understand how it looks from my view,” you retorted, feeling frustrated.

Jongho’s eyes narrowed slightly, “What would we even gain from looking through your office?”

“Mainly documents- they contain information about every demon,” you took a deep breath before leaning back in the chair. “Of course I didn’t keep it all in my office, but it seems like someone thought I did.”

“You have documents about every demon?” Wooyoung exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief. “No wonder someone broke into your office..”

“And you’re certain a Hala wouldn’t do this?” you pressed.

Jongho shook his head firmly. “We wouldn’t risk it, especially during this time. Most Halas are focused on surviving right now.”

Wooyoung nodded in agreement. “Yeah the Eternals have gotten way more aggressive with their attacks. They’re really trying to silence us.”

“Shit- is the intruder an Eternal?” you muttered as you pushed the stray pieces of hair out of your face. “I can’t deal with any of them, that’s too much work.”

Yeosang mentioned, “If it was an Eternal, they should have covered their tracks better. This seems too.. sloppy.”

“Or maybe it was an attempt to frame a Hala,” Wooyoung suggested. “The dumbass probably forgot about the colour of the ashes.”

You hated the feeling of being targeted, especially by an Eternal. You spent most of your life trying to stay neutral and avoid their attention. If this was really the work of an Eternal, the chances of them tracking you down was high - especially with the amount of information you have.

Even though you were only Hell’s receptionist, you still kept track of a lot of things. From the activity logs of who enters and exits the Palace to records of communications between demons, it made you a prime target for those who are seeking information.

You stood up and placed the chair aside, about to take your leave. “Whatever, I’ll just try to not get killed.”

Wooyoung ran in front of you, blocking your path with a playful grin. “Leaving already? At least stay for dinner- you haven’t even met San yet.”

“Respectfully, I don’t care about you or your friends,” you sighed. “I have things to do.”

Wooyoung’s grin widened, unfazed by your comment. “Whatever you say,” he said, stepping aside to let you pass. “But if you change your mind, you’re always welcome here, darling.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹₊ִ ࣪𖤐๋࣭ ⭑⊹₊ 𖥔.

You could have sworn you left the door locked this morning. After leaving Wooyoung and the rest, you made your way back home. However, your house door, usually locked, was slightly open.

You froze, your pulse quickening. You quickly got over the shock and started to approach your door. Slowly, you pushed the door open, the creak of the hinges making you flinch.

Your eyes fell on a well-groomed Eternal, seated comfortably on your living room couch. A tray of tea and biscuits was set neatly on the coffee table before him. The intruder looked up and smiled as if they have been expecting you.

“Good evening, Ms ‘____’,” the Eternal said calmly, taking a sip of the tea. “I hope you don’t mind, but I helped myself to your kitchen.”

“Who the fuck are you?” you blurted.

You blinked in surprise. The Eternal before you had an air of casual confidence and calmness, something different from your previous encounters with Eternals.

The demon set his teacup down with a small clink. “Please, have a seat. We have much to discuss.“

Your eyes narrowed, “I don’t think we do.”

The Eternal gestured to the tray of tea and biscuits. “I assure you, it will be worth your time.”

Reluctantly, you sat on the couch, keeping a close eye on your uninvited guest. “…Who are you?”

“I’m Yunho, the Royal Ambassador,” the demon replied smoothly. “Thank you for deciding to join me.”

You folded your arms. “Get to the point.”

“Straightforward, I like that.” Yunho smiled, amusement in his eyes. “I’m here to recruit you.”

“Recruit me?” you asked, your tone laced with skepticism. “…For what, a cult?”

He chuckled softly, “No nothing of that sort. The Eternals need more help, especially with the Halas revolting.”

Yunho took a slow sip of his tea before continuing. “I’m sure that as Hell’s receptionist, you have access to a lot of information. Information that can be useful to the right demons.”

“So? I thought the Eternals were royalty, shouldn’t you have all the information you need?” you questioned suspiciously.

Yunho’s smile faded slightly. “Our information comes from.. less official sources. We need someone with proper access to government records. Someone that can navigate the politics of Hell.”

“You don’t have official data?” you exclaimed. “What the hell are you guys even doing? Just sitting on your thrones all day?”

“I promise you that we do much more,” he answered, keeping his face neutral. “We need someone on the outside- someone that can see the things we can’t.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What do I gain from this?”

“Protection. Think of it as a mutually beneficial agreement. You help us and we make sure you’re safe.” He took a bite of the biscuit on his plate.

“Safe from what though?” you tilted your head. “I’m not in any danger.”

“My apologies- let me clarify,” he said, leaning closer to you. “I meant safety from us.”

Yunho’s words sent a chill down your spine, making you shift further back into the couch. “..Are you threatening me?”

He shook his head, the smile on his face returning. “Not at all, think of it as.. insurance. You see, to us Eternals, information is power. Demons that posses too much can become.. targets.”

“So you want me to join you before you consider me a ‘target’?” you snorted.

He nodded, “Now you get it.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, “And what if I refuse?”

Yunho’s smile turned slightly icy. “The Eternals will see you as a threat- after all, you could give information to the Halas too. We may decide to eliminate that possibility.. permanently.”

Silence hung between the both of you as you collected your thoughts. This was your worst nightmare- you didn’t want to take sides. You wanted to wait it out and let the conflict resolve itself. Yet, it seemed like the longer you waited, the more dangerous the situation became.

“It’s a difficult decision,” you admitted. “I need to think about this carefully.”

Yunho’s expression softened slightly, “Of course. I would say to take your time, but every moment of delay may affect your safety. I suggest to make your decision as swiftly as possible.”

You nodded as the weight of the decision pressed down on your shoulders. You couldn’t shake the feeling of being trapped between two opposing forces. It was always the Halas and Eternals battling- so why were you apart of it? Has the situation gotten that bad?

You thought about your options. The Eternals were the ones that started the whole fight by murdering the ‘unworthy’ Halas. They also claimed Hala territories and properties as theirs, completely disregarding their existence.

You knew that the Eternals were the problem, so why didn’t you side with the Halas from the get-go?

You were close to siding with the Halas, but after the talk with Yunho, you might have to reconsider. As much as you believed that the Halas are in the right, you also had to prioritise your own safety.

Yunho stood up, flashing you a smile. “I’ll come back another day to hear your decision. If anything, you can send a letter to the Palace as well.”

“Cool, you can bring the biscuits with you,” you said, exhaustedly.

“It’s alright, I’ll leave them there for you,” he said as he chuckled. “Make sure to have a good nights rest Miss ‘____’. You may need it.”

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[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟕: 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬/𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬 - 𝐂.𝐒 ♡

You Make Me, Make Sense

【Synopsis】 : Halloween is filled with spooky ghost stories and haunted places. But what if you end up walking right into a nightmare that was hiding a dream?

『Word count』 : 3.50k

-> Genre: Dark Romance. Fluff. Suggestive.  

Paring: Human!San x Succubus!Reader

[Warnings] : Mention of rape. Non-con [doesn’t involve San.] nudity. Imprisonment. Slavery. Use of the name master. Swearing. Withc craft. Kissing, mention of sex. Kind of character death? Lots of heart aching romance. petnames.

Thank you, @sanniesbunnie, for requesting San for this day. ♡♡♡♡

Note : I'm really proud of this story arch even though there isn't any smut ehhe. I enjoyed writing this style so much, and I'm definitely making more in the future. ♡

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“Come on, please. Let’s just go home.” Seonghwa stated, hugging his chest with tight arms. Hongjoong was rubbing slow circles in his back trying to calm down the older male but in truth, he was just as scared as he was. The only ones in fact out of all the men who weren’t scared were Jongho and Yeosang. They all thought it would be a good idea,  instead of spending one of the spookiest nights of the year watching horror films, they picked one of the closest abandoned estates. It also happened to be a church just outside of the city. So here the eight of them were, exploring the eerie run-down building. At first, they poked fun, none of them believing in such myths of demons or the supernatural.

But as they went deeper into the church, heading down towards the basement. Something felt off. And they all started voicing their concerns. Well everyone but San. For once he went silent. No longer say how stupid this trip was and how he was the only one who didn’t want to be there. He stopped cracking jokes. No, he was as quiet as a mouse and it made everyone else worried. “Uhh, maybe we should go now before it gets dark.” Wooyoung tugged on San’s arm, but the male did not budged, almost hypnotized in a way.

“Hey, San. Let’s go.” Seonghwa yelled from the back of the group. But again, San did not respond, he just kept walking down the flight of stairs leading to the basement. He felt the sudden need to be in the dim room below. Like something was calling from him. The voices of his friends were muffled in the background of his mind, and a thick ball of saliva was cut in his throat. The others had stopped in their tracks hearing the wind whispers and whales. Something was wrong, something unworldly. All the guys felt like someone had walked over their graves. But San felt a pull like a siren was calling a pirate at sea. Comfort and safety that hid nothing but death.

Everyone looked at him again before bickering amongst themselves, trying to decide what to do. But it was too late, San had opened the door to the basement and walked right into it. “Wait San!” They all yelled, but it was useless. The door shut in their faces, locking them outside. The loud bang of the old oak door snapped San out of his hazed state, suddenly and frantically looking around in the pitch-black room. His breathing quickened and he yelled for his friends calling their names out one by one. But no one answered.

He was alone.

Or so he thought. A soft smell of rose petals and sage caught his attention, seeing a small flame appear on the other side of the room. He watched slowly as candles on the walls, tables and shelves began to light all on their own. The room was painted in an orange hue from the fire, letting him finally see his surroundings. There was a large old carpet in the middle of the room, around it was some tables with or sorts on them. Potion-making material maybe? San wasn’t very knowledgeable on the witchy arts but he’s seen enough movies to know what it looked like. “H-Hello?”

He called out, desperate to know why he was in this strange room by himself. The fear he felt moments ago was dissipating quickly, leaving an innocent-like curiosity. Why was he not fearing for his life? Why did he not want to run and find an exit? He couldn’t understand, letting his fingers rake over old books and instruments before making his way over to a lectern. It had an ancient textbook open on it, showing a key to the book. He flicked through it, feeling the old leathery-like paper under the pads of his fingertips.  But he had to stop on one page as if the book was calling for him to stop. There was that feeling again. The pull. The urge to do something? But what?

Read…

“By the forces of heaven and hell. Draw to us this woman fell. In dreams, she comes, but wake is stronger. Send thu an enchantress before the night ends to somber.” San had no idea what he just said aloud or what the language could be. Maybe Latin? He thought. Or some type of old ancient language. One that’s been dead longer than he was alive. He couldn’t explain to himself let alone to his friends once he finally managed to get out, why was he was here, nor why he was reading Latin. Nothing was making sense. Yet everything strangely felt right.

The next moment before San began to think, a shift in the floor caught his attention. Followed with a loud rumble, in the centre of the room it seemed to open a crack in the floor. San had to rub his eyes at what he was seeing, sure candles lighting by themselves might have been enough to convince him of magic or the supernatural but the large opening in the floor which seemingly looked as if hell broke through surely took the cake.

Blinking his eyes rapidly rubbing them in an attempt to see what was happening in front of him and then suddenly all the candles blew out and the light from the crack in the floor was gone. It was pitch black once again. Until a small pink hue illuminated his view. The soft light was pouring from what seemed to be two hard objects. Wait no, a person? “H-Hello?”

The creature that was laying on it’s knees jumped up, frightened from the noise. The creature was a mixture of pinks and black shades. Wings stretching out as if they had been curled up for centuries. And a tail, one so long it could wrap around the little demons body. It turned to face San and he had to hold his breath. You were the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. Your bright glowing pink eyes were wide and almost innocent. While your roses hued skin fell contrast to the pitch black horns decorating your head. Your long black tail swayed curiously with the glowing peach pink catching San’s eyes. You weren’t human, yet you looked almost human. “M-Master?”

Your voice was sweet, like a siren. It was smooth, and somber, drawing him in just like the book had done prior. Were you the one calling him with the book? But why? “w-who are you?” San wanted to ask what are you but chose against it. You stood up with wobbly legs, wanting to get closer to your saviour but you ultimately fell back down onto the soft dusty carpet. San noticed your weakness, moving faster than his own thoughts he was in front of you in seconds, gabbing your hands as if that would hold you up in a way. You gulped at his touch, sending a shock wave of pleasure towards San without meaning to.

He felt hot, like a motion of a summer heat blared through his veins. Your skin felt so soft, smooth. Unlike any type of silk San had ever felt. Now that he was closer to you, he was able to take a lot more details, noticing tattered cloth around your bust and lower parts. The only thing humanly in nature on you was a collar, with a thick padlock on it. “Are you okay?” he had to ask feeling a sense of worry with the chain around your delicate neck.

You looked at him with warm eyes. You don’t recall anyone ever asking if you were okay. Then again you had been a slave, bound to the very book San had just read aloud for over many centuries. Stuck in a loop of waiting for another to summon you. None of them freed you or even wanted to know what, who or why you were bound and alone. Every single man that awoken you only wanted one thing. “I...I’m fine master.”

It felt like he was playing such a cruel game. Trying to trick you into thinking he cared. But from all the experience you’ve had with men you know, he would be just the same. So why not start it yourself? Hoping he’d be quick like the others. You gripped the knot on the rag you wore as a shirt and started to undo making San look down in confusion but before he could voice himself your lips locked on his making him gasp. Why on earth were you kissing him, or better yet, why would you undress yourself? Your lips were so soft, so plump, almost hypnotizing but San managed to snap out of it, frantically grabbing your hands so you’d stop undressing.

Pulling away he looked at you with worry making you scared that you might have done something wrong; “Why did you kiss me!?” he didn’t mean to sound aggressive but his deep voice made you flinch. Lowering your head you could feel a tightness in your throat and a groan in your gut.

“I-I’m so sorry master. I didn’t m-mean t―will you stop calling me that.” he cut you off. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, trying to understand what was going on. He could see you playing with your fingers, not looking at him but only at the ground. For a demon, you were as human depicted. He would have thought of some scary soul-hungry beast that hated the human race. But you were completely different. You were cute, shy, and definitely not a beast of any kind. Using his fingers, he lifted your face up by your chin making you look at him. His eyes were soft making your watery ones shift between his features.

“I have no clue what I did to bring you here but I’m sorry if you got the wrong impression…” his words seemed genuine making you feel like a weight was lifted from your shoulders. He would have been the first person to look at you like a being and not something to use. Your pink cheeks grew hot tainting them a deep red from embarrassment. He cleared out his throat trying to find how to express why he was even there in this dark basement in the first place. “I felt like I needed to read the book. Even though I had no clue what I was saying or if I said it right.” he chuckles trying to lighten the mood but you stayed silent listening to him. He had a nice voice, a caring tone. You never knew how much you missed conversation until now.

“Hmm…” You didn’t know how to respond. He begins to ramble, hoping that if he opens up more it will somehow comfort you. He told about his friends and why none of them including him really wanted to go to the church but since it was Friday the 13th they all decided it would be a great idea to scar one another. You chuckled, lightly making San smile. He was glad he was able to make you smile, heck even laugh. He then decided to brave it and asked you some questions.

“oh, and I’m San by the way. I might be a bit rusty but I know demons don’t tell mortals their real name…but could I ask; what do you want me to call you? Can I ask why happened to you?” His voice was shaky, heart racing like a sports car. It was silent for a moment but San waited, finding patience for you.

“It’s a curse. I uh.. angered the men in my village. They thought I was a witch and killed the priests' son…”

“Oh…” San was not expecting that.

“To be fair I was a witch. But I didn’t kill that babe. He was a stillborn but he needed to blame someone for his genetic ‘sin’. the village witch would suffice…” you looked up at him, giving him a defeated look. He felt terrible that this all happened to you. “they used one of my demonology books I was studying at the time and turned me into a succubus. Forcing me to please the same men that damned me. I guess all men love this idea to taint a creature other than human.”

“I’m so sorry that happened to you. If I could time travel, I would go back in time to stop you from being imprisoned. Kill every man that tried to hurt you.” he doesn’t know where this protectiveness is coming from but it felt like he needed to. Protect you from men, protect you from anything. Keep you safe. Hold you close. Have you as his—

“I...Uh, is there a way to unbreak it?” His words made your heart stop. You never thought someone would ask you such a thing. Your eyes swelled, lip quivering. Jumping over to San to give him a big hug. He wrapped his arms around your bare waist without hesitation, bringing his face into the crook of your neck. You smelt like strawberries, and fresh cream, with a hint of fresh grass. Your body sat so perfectly against his and your skin was so soft. Your hair brushed slightly against his nose tickling him slightly. You were so perfect, no matter how “beast” like others would say you are. Everything went silent again but it was not awkward. He just slowly stroked your hair, letting you cry against his chest, wetting his shirt.

Once you calmed, you sat up but not moving off his lap. Looking around the room you see some red candles, sage and other ingredients for a curse-breaking spell. Your hands dug into his shoulders while his hands never left your hips. Your tail swayed slightly,  grazing against San’s hand. “Okay if I prepare the addictive’s then you can read the spell out…given I cannot touch the book.”

San quickly said yes, helping you stand. You wobbled over to one of the tables picking up things San couldn’t even begin to understand what they’d be used for. You directed him to take the objects to the floor where you were both sat. While you wrote down some scribbles, sigals? Defineifty sigals.

“Okay ready. Uh, if you go to the back of the book there will be reversing spells. Look for the one that says sex demon.” you said it so casually he had to stop for a moment, choking on his saliva.

“S-sex demon.” That’s what you were. He guessed that the men used you in, defiling ways. But the fact you were a sexual demonic being made his stomach turn. “I’m sorry…” was all he could say.

“hmm, it’s okay. It’s not your fault.” You stopped drawing the sigal, beginning to play with the chalk, feeling a sense of oddness from hearing San be so forgiving, so caring.

“Will you become human again…” He asks making you step back into your mind for a moment. “would you stay the age you were before you were a demon? Having lost no time. Or would you rapidly age…” you never thought about it like that, feeling so giddy about finally being able to get to be human and yet you had no idea what would truly happen if you completed the spell.

“I don’t know… but anything is better than being this thing I’ve been for centuries. If I do become human again and I do get to live.” you hiccuped a little. “I want to see the sun again.” a tear spills of your cheek. “I want to feel the grass on my toes. Sense the cool breeze on my cheeks.”

You sounded almost poetic in a way. You old tongue making language sound more elegant than it was today in modern society. “I’ll show you.” he smiled. “I’ll show you the world when we get you free. I promise.”

San sighed, gulping slightly at the thought his promise could be emptier than he would have wished. But he wanted to be hopeful, not just for him. But for you. He needed you to taste freedom, even if it was just for a moment. Everything was set quickly after, and you sat down in the circle you had drawn up. You were ready, looking at San to give him the all-clear. “Uh before we start could I ask for one thing.”

He had been humming and haring about this thought. It rattled in his brain for a good few minutes. If you were about to die he wanted to say something, even if he sounded like a fool for it. “Go on.”

“We just met and I don’t even know your name but I’m glad to have met you. For the first time in a long time, it felt like my world was making sense. Like life wasn’t on its own head. You…” he paused looking anywhere else in the room other then your cute figure. “you make me, make sense…”

He didn’t know if he knew to himself it was a confession of love, or friendship or anything. The words felt right and he needed you to hear them. And before he could take back anything playing it off as he was being stupid you whispered something catching his gaze. And then you spoke again, repeating a single name a loud;

“That’s my name…and you also make me feel like I make sense.” you both had to laugh at how ridiculous the meaning sounded. But it was now your meaning. The phrase you both could secretly share.

“Can I kiss you one more time…” His voice slipped off his tongue before he could say anything. You blushed again, but not out of embarrassment this time but bashfulness. You nodded your head letting San jump from his position at the lectern stepping carefully but quickly over the markings before cupping your face to kiss you. It was a kiss you’ve never experienced before. One of passion, not pure disgusting, lust or ownership. He kissed you as if you were a goddess in front of him, giving him the pleasure of sealing your lips against his own. Not like some pig looking for somewhere to put his tongue down.

He pulled away letting you catch a breath, your noses rubbing against one another and your breaths mixing like a perfect combination. “I swear, you live and I won’t let you go,” he promised.

You giggled, “deal.”

He finally let you go moving back to the lectern finding the page he needed to read. Once you gave the all clear he began to slowly read the foreign language out. You had to bite your tongue, finding it a little funny how even though he is getting the words right they sound so choppy coming off his non-Latin tongue. The wind started to whistle and the candles lit one by one, smoke drew around you and your heartbeat slowed, then slowed until your eyes grew heavy. San got to the end of the passage finally done with the incantation, looking up he saw you hunched over on the ground. Your palm flat on the cold concrete and your tail swaying had slowed. Your pink eyes soon faded, becoming grey. While your horns turned a pitch-coloured dusting away along with your tail.

The spell was working.

Your skin turned from a soft coral pink back to what it once was and your hair, too. Everything was working. Everything was going to plan. And then a gust of wind rawred towards San, punching him back against the book shelf behind him successfully knocking him out.

-

San groaned, sitting up slowly while rubbing the back of his neck. His hazy eyes glance at all the papers and books around him. Wait had the spell worked? He stood up fast, shaking off the sudden head rush looking to see a normal human girl lying unconscious in the middle of the room. It was you. “darling!”

He ran towards you, dropping down to his knees so he could place your head in his lap. You weren't breathing, and he couldn’t feel a pulse. “Nonononono. Come one!” he rambled laying you down he checked your vitals, seeing your heart was in fact beating. He got to work, thanking his parent for teaching him how to give CPR. Starting compressions he counted. And counted. And then some. But you weren't coming back…

“No….I… I was supposed to show you the sun.” Tears wet his cheeks, as he sat there for a second, minutes, hours. He did not know anymore. He promised to set you free and he had failed. “I’m sorry…I’m so.. so, sorry.”

He hugged you, held your lifeless body tightly, until a lone arm wrapped around his neck. “Why are you sorry?”

“Oh my god!” he pulled back just to kiss you, holding you once more. You laughed in the kiss, crying tears of relief, joy... He had helped you be who you once were and you would never have to see the grim basement you were forced to call home ever again.

You were free.

[sweetiesicheng]

jongho - late night

word count : 617

happiest of birthdays to one of the best singers in the industry ~

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the bar is filled with people. friends catching up with each other, a few singles trying to get with other singles, couples spending time together. the lights are dim and music fills the bar, letting a nice ambiance throughout the room.

jongho stands at the bar top as one of the bartenders pours him a drink. it's pretty late in the night, but he still has one last thing to do.

"i was actually planning to confess my love to someone special today," jongho says to his friend.

yeosang sighs, shaking his head. "again? you do this a lot," he says and puts the bottle of whiskey back in its place behind the counter.

jongho looks around and finds a rose in an empty bottle that is being used as a vase. he puts his glass down and reaches over, taking the rose out of the bottle. "can i please borrow this rose?" he asks.

the bartender shakes his head, "come on, really? buy a bouquet."

"no? well, i'm just going to take it anyway," jongho replies and turns away with both the rose and the glass, leaving the bartender sighing again before attending to more customers.

jongho walks through the bar and finds someone at a table near the entrance, you. it seems you just arrived since you didn't have a drink yet. he walks straight up to you.

"hello there, beautiful," jongho greets and holds the rose out to you.

you smile, taking the rose from him. jongho sets his glass on the table with a grin.

"honey...you're so cheesy," you say to him.

"can't help it."

you giggle and kiss his cheek. you stay close to him, staring at him while leaning against your arm that is resting in the table. jongho stares at you for a second but kisses you on your lips.

when you pull back, you take his glass and take a sip. "i think yeosang and wooyoung are getting a little irritated about you doing this all the time," you say to him.

jongho raises an eyebrow, "what? taking the roses? they can get over it. they still owe me for helping at the other store," he says, mentioning the other bar that wooyoung and yeosang own. "alright, how shall i confess my love to you tonight?" he asks. "more kisses?"

you laugh, "how about a dance?" you ask.

"a dance?"

you take another sip of whiskey before walking away from the table. you head for an empty space, near where the band is. you wave at hongjoong, who greets with a simple nod while taking a break from playing.

there's a few people dancing, taking in the time to be with their loved ones. you let the music take over and enjoy the ambiance for a bit.

"can't just leave you alone over here," you hear jongho say to you before spinning you around to face him.

you wrap your arms around his neck while he puts his hands on your hips. "such a gentleman," you say to him as both of you start to lightly sway to the music.

"your gentleman," jongho clarifies. "love you, sweetheart."

"i love you too, honey."

—

wooyoung leans against the back of the bar with his arms crossed. "look at them," he says to yeosang, who is drying off a glass. "it's like they're in their own movie," he adds.

yeosang chuckles, taking a glance over at his friends on the dance floor. "just let them be for once. you always nag at them." he grabs a rag and tosses it at wooyoung. the latter catches it.

"what?" wooyoung questions.

"do your job and clean," yeosang replies, "and let the lovebirds be."

[mint-yooxgi]

{14} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Yeosang and Yunho)

Words: 8,901

Warnings: Allusion to assault/boundaries not being respected. Violence/Fighting. Brief moments of fatphobia and homophobia near the end (not done by any of the guys). I think that's all, honestly. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Oof, it's really been forever since I've updated this series... my apologies for that! Honestly, I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and I might focus a bit of my attention to getting out a few more parts of this series over the next few weeks or so, but that's still to be decided. Anyways, a bit of a nicer, longer chapter update for you guys. I really hope you all like it! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I do not do tag lists.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve - Chapter Thirteen - Mini Masterlist

“Good morning.” A soft smile tugs at your lips as you greet the two males already waiting for you at the entrance to your village. 

As soon as they hear your voice, they’re both turning to face you. A satchel is slung over your one shoulder, the material a deep green in colour as you adjust the strap lightly.

“Morning.” The corner of Yunho’s lips twitch upwards.

All you receive from Yeosang in a stiff nod in response.

Perhaps he’s not a morning person.

“Ready to go?” You inquire, looking between them both.

A grunt is all you receive from the shorter male as the taller of the two nods in response. You quirk a brow.

The first few steps down the path and out of the village are silent, each male settling in on either side of you.

“Have you both eaten this morning?” You inquire casually.

“Joong wouldn’t let us leave unless we had something.” Yunho hums in acknowledgement. “He’s always looking out for us in that way.”

The corners of your lips twitch upwards as you nod faintly, “He’s a good clan leader.”

Little do you see the way Yeosang’s one eye twitches at your words.

“Have you eaten?” Yunho’s tone is light, sparing a glance at you out of the corner of his eyes as you continue down the path.

“I’m not much of a breakfast person.” You reply, a simple shrug to your shoulders.

“You should eat something.” Yeosang’s first words to you this morning are terse, the male staring straight ahead.

“I will. When I’m hungry.” The corner of your lips twitch upwards in amusement.

“How far is it to Rose Village?” Yunho asks, keeping pace with you as he spares a glance over at his brother on your opposite side.

“About a forty minute walk,” you hum. “Five, if we were to fly.”

“So, we’re walking because…?” Yeosang’s brow furrows, finally turning to you for the first time today.

“You should learn to not always rely on your wings,” You reply, somewhat stiffly. This time, it’s you who doesn’t meet either of their gazes as you stare straight ahead. “You may not always be able to use them.”

“Well, I think utilizing our legs will be good for us.” Yunho grins, purposefully stretching his arms above his head. “It’s nice to get out of the house every now and then.”

“Yes, the world is quite beautiful, if you’re brave enough to explore it.” You hum in agreement. “It has much to both offer and to teach us.”

You see understanding pass over both male’s features.

“Hwa told Joong that you said you’re willing to begin training us?” Yunho attempts not to look too eager, but there’s a certain gleam in his eyes that you still pick up on.

“If you are all still willing to be taught-“

“Yes.” Yeosang clears his throat, noting the way both you and Yunho immediately turn to look at him. “Please.”

“Very well.” You smile faintly. “When would you like to begin?”

“As soon as possible, if that’s alright with you.” Yunho responds, a sudden giddiness to his steps.

“That can be arranged.” You nod once, firmly. “We can start now, if you’d like?”

“While we’re walking?” Yunho’s brow furrows.

“While we’re walking.” You confirm. “Though, I must say, learning is a collaboration, so you shouldn’t hoard what I teach you to yourselves. You’ll never grow as a clan that way.”

Yeosang’s breath catches slightly in his throat. “We understand.”

“No wonder San and Wooyoung have been so eager to share your teachings with us,” Yunho mumbles.

“My rule of thumb is: if you can teach someone else what you’ve learned after you’ve learnt it, then you understand the lesson being taught.” You say, adjusting the strap of your bag over your shoulder lightly. “Everyone learns differently, and of course you can cater specifics to your own needs, but the base is usually the same.”

“You’ve been saying this whole time that you wouldn’t teach us, but you have been.” Yeosang observes. “Through them.”

“I take no credit for what you’ve learned from your brothers.” You shake your head. “That’s all from them.”

“Hwa’s got some catching up to do…” Yunho sighs, an amused quirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Something tells me that both him and Canary Man are getting the rundown on everything while we’re gone today.” You hum, somewhat knowingly.

“I don’t know how you did it, but there seems to have been a shift in Seonghwa over the past few days. Ever since he came back home from seeing you, it seems as if he’s calmer.” Yunho states, his gaze darting to you once more.

“All it takes is one moment of kindness to show you a new perspective on life,” you smile softly. “I simply extended a hand out to him, just as I wish someone did for me when I was in that situation. He was the one that accepted the offer.”

“When you were in that situation?” Yeosang is quick to catch on to your words.

“Your eldest and I are a lot more alike than you think.” You tell them. “I was in the exact same place as he was, once. I almost lost myself, and he could have, too. I’ll be damned if I ever let anyone go through what I went through without helping them.”

“You’re wise beyond your years.” Yunho praises.

“You make me sound so old,” your nose scrunches in distaste.

Yeosang actually lets out a puff of laughter at the way Yunho begins sputtering out apologies. 

“I’m just teasing you, Young One.” You chuckle. “I appreciate the compliment, all the same.”

The tips of his ears begin to turn red as he clamps his mouth shut.

Yeosang clears his throat. “Our training?”

“Ah, yes,” you nod. “How would you like to begin?”

“Shouldn’t you decide that for us?” Yunho quirks a brow, managing to get his bashfulness under control for the moment.

“I don’t want to be teaching you stuff you already know.” You shrug. “I’ve never seen you in a fight, nor do I know how strong your senses have become since the first time we met.”

“I thought you knew everything.” Yeosang blinks, almost innocently at you.

You laugh, “Not everything, Yeosang.”

You swear you see a shiver caress his spine as you say his name.

“Well, what do you know of our powers?” Yunho asks, nothing but curiosity shining in his eyes.

“If you’re incurring whether or not I know what type of dragon you are, Yunho, then you should be specific.” You shoot him a small look. “Speak of your own desires before you assume to know someone else’s.”

He swallows thickly. “Then, do you?”

“Do I, what?” You press, quirking a brow all the while.

“Know what type of powers I possess?”

“I do.” You hum.

He frowns, “How?”

You smile, almost tenderly. “Your youngest seems to enjoy talking about all of you to me as much as he enjoys talking about me to you.”

You hear Yeosang take in a deep breath beside you, almost exasperatedly.

“So, Jongho told you.” Yunho nods his understanding.

“For the most part,” you tighten your grip on the strap of your bag. “I can sense more than presences if I focus, you know.”

“Is there anything you can’t do?” Yunho breathes, a wondrous look shining in his eyes as he looks at you.

Yeosang lets out another puff of air.

“Quite a few things, actually,” you confirm with an amused grin. “But that’s not important right now.”

“So, then,” Yunho hums, his body half turning more towards you in eagerness, “What’s my power?”

Nothing but mirth dances within your gaze as you see Yunho practically vibrating with excitement as he continues to walk alongside you. Yeosang seems to have slowed slightly, his shoulders curling in on himself as he crosses his arms over his chest. A small frown pulls at his features, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he looks irritated.

You meet Yunho’s gaze.

“Earth.” You state. “Rather, the minerals that fill the ground.”

Yunho smiles, nodding quite enthusiastically along with your words.

“It’s very fitting,” you add. “From what some of your brothers tell me, you are quite a stable rock in their lives.”

His blush returns, Yunho suddenly wiping his palms on the sides of his thighs bashfully. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” you chuckle. “Thank your brothers.”

Yunho spares a brief glance at Yeosang, noticing how the aforementioned male looks so irate.

“What’s the matter, Yeo?” Yunho’s head tilts slightly in worry. “You were probably the second most excited after San when we learned she would teach us.”

At this, your brow quirks.

Heat immediately flares to Yeosang’s cheeks, the male avoiding your gaze as he mumbles out a ‘just tired.’

“Well, it is quite early,” you hum in agreement. “We’ll be at Rose Village soon, anyways.”

“Is there anything we can practice while we walk?” Yunho inquires eagerly.

“Hone your senses.” You reply, almost instantly. At the way they both spare a curious look at you, you’re quick to continue, “You’ve been doing so already, that much I can tell. However, it isn’t enough. You,” turning your sharp gaze to the side, you meet Yeosang’s eyes, “should be able to sense things with the breeze for miles. It should get to the point where you don’t even need to expel any excess energy to do so; it should become second nature.”

He nods, eyes sharpening as he focusses on sensing the wind almost immediately after you stop talking.

“And you,” you turn your pointed stare to Yunho who straightens almost immediately, “should be able to sense the vibrations in the earth as to where your enemies are. Know your surroundings; hone your senses.”

“How do we know if we’re doing it properly?” Yeosang questions, his lips slightly pursed in concentration.

“You will feel as if you’ve become one with your surroundings.” You reply. “Having the powers you do helps tremendously, for when the time is right, such elements will feel as if they are speaking to you. Train your ears to notice the slightest of sounds. Train yourself to notice every scent in an area, and pick up on when they shift even the faintest bit. Trust your senses, and rely on your instincts. You’ll soon begin to notice things that were never there before.”

“And we’re supposed to do this while walking?” Yeosang frowns.

“The constant sound of our feet crunching the gravel is a good practice for a monotonous sound.” You go on to say. “It is repetitive, so you should be able to drown it out. You won’t always have time to gather your bearings while standing still. Search for the abnormalities within the constant, and you’ll master your senses much quicker.”

“I think I get it,” Yunho nods, almost absentmindedly.

“I know you’ve both already been expanding your sensory reach.” You comment. “It’s time to take it a step further. I have faith in the both of you. Don’t just think,” your eyes flash briefly as your head whips to the side, a bird taking off from a branch in the next second, “feel.”

Two nods are all you receive in response as the males begin to thoroughly concentrate on their surroundings. You can tell how intently they’re focussing, for they stare straight ahead, standing to their full heights as they continue down the path with you.

A small breeze picks up, and you can feel the ground beneath your feet beginning to hum with life.

“Good,” you nod casually. “Once you both feel as if you have a better understanding of our surroundings, let me know. I’ll test you.”

“Test us?” Yeosang’s head tilts curiously.

“I’ll start easy on you,” you grin, a knowing gleam in your eyes. “For example, there’s a squirrel somewhere close by. Find it.”

Both of their heads whip off to the right, a brow squirrel running down the side of a tree in the next second.

“Good.” You nod approvingly. “This is exactly what I mean. Everything is interconnected, and by the time you hone your sense, nothing will escape you.”

They both nod, soft smiles pulling at their features.

“This is also a good way to discern what you need to work on to hide yourselves better.” You continue. “Scent, sound, sight: everything can both work for you, or against you.”

“Now that you mention it, I can smell you a lot more, Yeo.” Yunho’s nose scrunches.

A small laugh escapes you, and you see the aforementioned male’s cheeks dusting red.

“Yeah, well, the sound of your footfalls are like a giant upon the earth.” Yeosang snaps back.

Again, you chuckle, noticing how Yunho’s ears begin to turn red once more.

“See, these are things you both can work on to hide yourselves better.” You spare a glance at both of them. “If you really want to test yourselves, ask Jaemin to track you. He’s the best of our clan.”

You do not fail to miss the way they both stiffen at your words.

“I don’t know,” Yeosang grimaces slightly, shooting a pointed look towards Yunho. “Wouldn’t want to stink him out.”

“If you’re worried if you smell or not, you don’t.” You reply, noticing how he falters slightly in his steps. “You actually have quite a pleasant musk, like fresh juniper and oak.”

Instantly, Yeosang’s spine straightens, puffing his chest out slightly as the corner of his lips tug upwards smugly.

Yunho, on the other hand, begins to pout.

“We’re almost there,” you comment, motioning ahead on the path with your chin.

Glancing forward, the two males can just make out the entranceway of Rose Village. Flowers surround the grand archway, and faintly, they can both begin to smell the pungent aromas drifting through the air.

“Who’s a better tracker, then? You, or Jaemin?” Yunho attempts to change the subject, if only slightly.

Your knowing smile says it all. “Do not forget that I was the one who taught him everything he knows.”

“Then, we should just ask you to track us.” Yeosang replies.

You shake your head. “You’ll never learn that way, and I won’t always be around to train you. My Neos are your best options if you even want to attempt to best me at anything.”

“Which is why you sent Woo and San to Ten and Taeil to start.” Yeosang hums in understanding.

“Exactly.” You nod in confirmation. “You should partner up with them if you want to learn how to better utilize your powers. If you want to hone your strength, ask Jeno to train you. He’s our strongest fighter.”

“Something tells me we’ll have to go through them before we can even get to you.” Yunho spares a look at you out of the corner of his eyes.

You meet his gaze, the corners of your lips twitching upwards.

“We’re here,” you pause just before the archway, observing the village with such a fond look in your eyes as you see people milling about just through the entrance. “Continue to hone your sense, you never know what you might learn.”

Without saying another word, you enter the village.

A smile pulls onto your features as you take in your surroundings. Many different stalls have been set up, lining the paths with different vendors selling their wares. There’s a fruit stand off to the side, a few different herb sellers, and multiple florists all chatting with potential customers.

Walking through the main road, you cannot help the wondrous shine in your eyes as you observe the daily lives of the townsfolk. That feeling of nostalgia that floods your senses almost serves to overwhelm you, your one hand tightening its grip on the strap of your satchel.

Little do you see the fond looks either dragon send your way.

“This way.” You voice lowly, shifting almost wistfully through the throngs of people towards the very back of the street.

Reaching the end of the row, the area opens up into a large square with a beautiful trickling fountain in the centre. Vines creep up the sides of the buildings, more flowers blooming from every angle and filling the space with vibrant colours of pink, purple, red, and orange.

There’s almost a renewed giddiness to your steps as you round a corner, more vendors lining the street. Your steps are precise and steady, heading directly to a specific counter right at the end of the row.

Silently, the two males follow but a step behind.

Two females can be seen conversing behind the stall counter. Both are quite tall in stature with dark skin. One wears her hair in tight braids, the tips resting just below her shoulders. The other has shorter hair, tight curls adorning the strands. Around their stand, three rambunctious children - two girls, one male - can be seen running around, hitting each other with different flower stalks.

Stopping in her tracks, one of the children seems to take notice of you approaching the stand. A large, dramatic gasp escapes her, causing her siblings and mothers to turn their heads in your direction.

“Auntie!” The little girl squeals, immediately running over to you with her arms outstretched.

The two males share a look as you wrap the little girl in your arms, picking her up and hugging her tightly as she giggles loudly.

“My goodness, you’ve gotten so big!” You grin, holding her against your hip as she rests her hands on your shoulders.

“What about me!” The other little girl says, tugging at your shirt lightly as she stands beside you.

“Yeah!” The little boy adds, standing tall with his hands on his hips. “It’s not fair you always pick up Delilah first!”

“Well, I do have two arms, Marcus,” you chuckle, shifting Delilah over slightly so you can pat his head affectionately.

Just as you go to reach for him, he runs away.

“No, wait! I’m too old for you to be picking me up!” He whines, hiding behind the stall counter with his parents.

“I’m not!” The other little girl says, running right into your arms so you can pick her up.

A moment later, and you’ve hoisted her into your free arm, giggles falling from her lips as she places a big kiss onto your cheek.

“It’s good to see you again,” the woman with the braids smiles kindly, an overtly affectionate look shining in her eyes as she stares at the scene before her.

“We’ve all missed you.” The other woman says, standing just a smidge taller than her wife beside her.

“I’ve missed you all, too.” You return their fond looks, nuzzling your forehead affectionately against the girl’s own.

They giggle in response, Delilah leaning into you further.

“Auntie, did you bring us anything?” She inquires innocently, blinking at you all the while.

“You know I always do.” You chuckle fondly, placing both girls back on their feet for the time being. “Jungwoo was very adamant about me giving these to you.”

“Oh, they’re from Uncle Jungwoo?” Marcus’ eyes instantly light up, coming back around the counter to stand before you.

Sliding the strap of the bag off your shoulder, you open the satchel. Reaching inside, you pull out three small wooden figurines. The deer you hand to Delilah, the eagle to Marcus, and the little dragon figurine you hand to the final little girl.

“Wow,” she gasps, nothing but pure awe in her eyes as she turns the figure around and around in her hands.

“Minnie, what do we say to your Auntie?” The woman with the braids smiles knowingly.

Immediately, the girl looks up into your eyes, a bright smile on her lips, “Thank you, Auntie!”

You chuckle, “Don’t thank me, thank your Uncle Jungwoo.”

“Auntie,” Marcus begins lowly, leaning into you as if discussing something secret. His eyes briefly dart past you to the two males still standing silently behind you. “Are you cheating on Uncle Jungwoo?”

A boisterous laugh escapes both you and the two females still standing behind the counter.

“Oh, no, Marcus,” you pat his arm assuringly. “Your Uncle Jungwoo and I are not together.”

“So, then, are these your new boyfriends?” Minnies ask, walking up to Yunho and tugging on the side of his pants. “Are you married to my Auntie now?”

You swear Yunho’s eyes nearly bulge right out of his head as he splutters over his own words.

“No, Minnie,” you chuckle, “We’re not married.”

“Why not?” Minnie turns back to you, blinking almost owlishly.

“Minnie, relationships don’t work like that,” the taller of the two ladies shakes her head endearingly.

“But you and mommy are married!” She scurries over to the both of them.

“That’s because we’ve known each other for a very long time.” The woman answers.

“Uncle Jungwoo and Auntie have known each other for a very long time.” Marcus voices.

“Not as long as Uncle Renjun, or Uncle Taeyong, though.” Delilah adds, matter-of-factly.

“My Neos are like family to me,” you explain softly. “Like my brothers.”

“What about Uncle Kun?” Minnie asks innocently.

“Children, that’s enough.” A sharp look is given to the three of them by the woman with the braids.

“It’s alright, Kamille.” You smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. You crouch down so you’re eye level with Minnie. “Uncle Kun finally found his special someone, and I’m happy for him. We agreed to just stay friends.”

“His loss,” the taller of the two mumbles.

“Trisha,” a sharp look is sent her way by you.

She shrugs, “Just saying.”

“Auntie! We have something for you!” Delilah exclaims excitedly, scurrying into the house behind the stall with the other two children in tow as they all remember their gifts for you.

You stand back to your full height, a curious quirk to your one brow.

The two women offer you knowing looks in response. Except, once they see what each of the children hold on their way back out of the house, they attempt to stop them. Only, they don’t manage to catch them.

“Mommy said these were your favourites, once.” Minnie extends a few flowers out to you, both Marcus and Delilah standing on either side of her doing the same.

Your breath catches in your throat as you see the children each holding out a few stems of bluebells to you with smiles on their faces.

A soft call of your name from Kamille sounds from behind the children. “We’re so sorry, we told them-“

“Did you grow these yourselves?” You cut her off, not even sparing her a look as your eyes begin to water.

Three proud nods greet your blurry vision, and your first tear falls. Softly, you grab the flowers from their hands.

“Look at you three!” You smile through the pain in your heart which suffocates you from the inside out. “You’ll be giving your mother’s a run for their money pretty soon. These flowers are beautiful!”

Happy giggles reach your ears, the girls twirling eagerly from side to side as Marcus avoids your gaze.

“Okay, children, why don’t you go grab some snacks for all of us at the bakery.” Trisha grabs a few coins and hands then to Marcus. “We have some things to talk about with your Aunt, here.”

“Okay!” Three cheers are heard as they all rush off down the street, disappearing into the crowd.

“I’ll go with them.” Yunho offers, already following after the three children.

Kamille simply raises an eyebrow.

“He heard the word ‘bakery,’ and now that’s all he can think about.” Yeosang sighs.

“I don’t blame him,” you wipe your tears from your cheeks, gazing almost longingly down at the bouquet of bluebells in your hand. “Rose Village bakery is one of the best around for miles. Seeing as he bakes, he probably wants to check it out.”

“Ah, found yourself a baker this time, have you?” Trisha jokes.

“I haven’t found myself anything.” You shake your head, a slight huff escaping you.

Both women finally step out from behind their little stall.

“It’s good to see you again,” Kamille says as she wraps her arms around you, making sure to avoid your back all the while.

“We weren’t lying when we said we’ve missed you,” this time, it’s Trisha’s turn to wrap you in her arms, hugging you tightly as you do the same back.

“I’ve missed you, too.” You pat her back affectionately.

“I thought you said you were going to come visit more often,” Kamille shoots you a playfully accusatory look.

“Yes, well,” you chuckle, motioning to Yeosang with your eyes, “Some things came up.”

“Oh, where are our manners?” Kamille immediately turns to the single dragon by your side. “I’m Kamille, and this is Trisha. We’re the Delaris’. Those three you saw earlier are our kids, Marcus, Delilah, and Minnie.”

Yeosang bows respectfully, introducing himself and his brother in the next moment.

“Yes, we’ve heard whispers about you Halas.” Trisha crosses her arms over her chest, a minor quirk to her brow.

“How did you-“

“The forest speaks in many tongues.” Kamille replies easily, moving behind her stall and rummaging around in a bin.

“You’re dragons?” Yeosang sounds more surprised than he figures he should be at this point.

“Not quite.” Trisha grins knowingly.

“They’re my oldest caster friends.” You explain, placing the flowers onto the counter before you.

Understanding passes across his features.

“Seriously, we cannot apologize enough about the flowers,” Trisha grimaces, her arms falling back to her sides.

“It’s alright,” you smile weakly. “At least they weren’t daisies.”

“But these were meant to replace daisies with-“

“Trisha!” Kamille’s sharp voice cuts her wife off as she pops back up behind the stand.

Both women spare a worried look in your direction, only serving to make Yeosang even more confused than he already is. At the pained expression you wear, nothing but concern pulls at his features, stepping the slightest bit closer to you. All he wants to do is ease your distress in whatever ways he can, his earlier irritation long since forgotten now.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve received bluebells from anyone.” You say, voice barely above a whisper. Gently, one of your fingers traces over a bloom. “They don’t grow on this side of the fjord. Naturally, at least.”

“We haven’t sensed any of them crossing over in quite a long time.” Kamille comments.

“They shouldn’t.” You meet her gaze, your eyes flashing. “Nor will they ever again.”

“What about Bokkie?” Trisha’s brow furrows slightly.

You simply shake your head in response.

Yeosang frowns.

“Anyways,” Kamille clears her throat. “I take it you’re here for your usual order?”

“I can’t come to see my old friends?” You tease.

“Hey!” Trisha protests. “We’re not that old!”

“You’re almost as old as I am.” You chuckle, your eyes crinkling at the sides.

“Give or take about a hundred years.” Kamille mumbles, a playful roll to her eyes.

Yeosang’s eyes widen in shock.

“Oh, you’ve gone and stunned the poor baby dragon.” Trisha tuts, turning to meet Yeosang’s gaze in the next second. “Us witches know quite a few tricks to staying youthful, you know.”

“Of course, it helps to keep your nose out of trouble.” Kamille adds.

“You two, staying out of trouble?” You quirk a brow. “Unlikely.”

The two women share a look.

“Guilty.” Trisha chuckles, shooting a wink in your direction. “Now, come with me and I’ll help you get those herbs you like so much.”

A simple nod is all you offer her in response, following her into the house and chatting idly as you leave Yeosang with Kamille.

“Are you sure the kid is going to be okay with Kami by himself?” Trisha asks from over her shoulder.

“I heard that!” Kamille calls after you both.

You chuckle, “I’m quite certain Yeosang can handle himself.

Little do you see how the aforementioned male straightens slightly, the corner of his lip twitching upwards faintly.

“Alright,” Trisha chuckles, guiding you into the back room of the house where their rarer herbs reside. “Well, as always, you’re welcome to anything and everything you’d like.”

“I literally cannot thank you enough,” you smile, already harvesting some thistle wart from its pot. “Oh, actually, before I forget, I brought something for the two of you, as well.”

Pausing in your movements, you reach into your satchel once more and pull out two leather-bound books, and two small carved crystals.

“I finished compiling that tome you asked me the last time, and I think you’ll enjoy the other one, too. The crystals are a gift from me to you, as a thank you for everything you two have done.” You place each item carefully into her own hands. “They’re also good luck charms.”

Trisha places both books onto a side table before carefully examining the carved crystals. One is in the shape of an obelisk, symbols carved along its side. The other is smooth like a river stone, perfectly oval in shaped. Both are milky white in colour, and her eyes flash with understanding.

“Thank you,” she bows deeply before wrapping you in another hug. “You’ve always done more for this family than we deserve.”

“Nonsense,” you shake your head, holding her at arms length once she pulls away. “You guys are my family, not just My Neos.”

“Then, you know if you ever need anything, all you need to do is ask, right?” She quirks a brow at you.

“Of course.” You nod, quite firmly at her. “Know that the same is true of me with you.”

Trisha returns your smile.

A moment later, and you return to harvesting the plants scattered around the room.

“So, are you going to tell us about you and those Hala dragons of yours?” She inquires, somewhat knowingly.

“There’s nothing major, really.” You shrug, placing some herbs into your satchel. “I consider them my friends, for my part.”

“There hasn’t been a raid from them since they attempted to harm your village.” She observes, and at your mildly surprised look, she clarifies, “Renjun’s been by a few times with Johnny.”

“Has he, now?” Understanding crosses your features. “Well, they’ve certainly calmed themselves since I’ve met them.”

“Any of which your doing?” She leans against the side table, tilting her head in your direction.

“I do not control other’s actions.” Comes your quick reply, but even she can tell you’re now avoiding her gaze.

“Normally Taeyong joins you on a day like today.” She observes. “Yet, two Halas are here instead. Either he knows something we don’t, or he’s currently on his deathbed.”

“If you’re suggesting Taeyong set me up, you’d sadly be mistaken.” You reply, glancing up at her from the plant you’re currently harvesting. “The two of them simply convinced him to let them take his place. Which reminds me… Yongie said he wanted some more of your roses, if you’d be so kind.”

“I’ll let Kamille know,” Trisha hums, watching you carefully.

A moment of silence.

“I’m going to train them.”

Trisha blinks at you in shock. She clears her throat, “Are you sure?”

“I said I would.” Comes your resolute answer.

“You haven’t offered to train anyone since the Wolves-“

“I know.” You cut her off, exhaling a deep sigh as you stand back to your full height. “I can’t keep living my life in the shadow of his betrayal, Trish. I’m tired of letting it control me.”

“This is about more than just training, isn’t it?” Her tone is soft as she takes a step towards you, placing a gentle hand onto the side of your arm in comfort.

“It’s been over fifty years, Trish-“ your voice catches in your throat as she begins rubbing your arm soothingly. Tears begin to gather once more in your eyes, your own hands clinging desperately to the strap of your satchel. “I don’t want to watch my life pass by from the outside anymore. I want to start living again, and maybe-“ you swallow thickly, “maybe even learn to love again.”

She smiles softly at you, giving your arm a light squeeze.

“And honestly, Trisha,” you suck in a sharp breath, “I’m terrified. I want to believe him- I want to believe in him so badly, it hurts, but I don’t know if I can. And then what happened with Kun…” You trail off. “I can’t go through another-“ you choke on a sob, “I can’t-“

“I know, sweetie,” she coos, shushing you all the while as she wraps you in her embrace. “I know.”

“The most terrifying thought, though, is that I am.” You whisper lowly. “I am starting to believe him.”

“The one outside?” Her brow furrows slightly.

“No, his brother.” You shake your head.

“The baker?”

“No, their youngest.” You clarify.

A noise of understanding echoes in her throat.

“Why do you-“

“I think it’s more than just the youngest that’s making you believe.” She observes. “Sure, he may have been the catalyst, but I know you. Even you would have had a difficult time agreeing to let anyone but Taeyong come with you to see us today. Hell, even bringing them to this festival is something you would have denied to anyone whom you didn’t trust.”

You take a moment to consider her words. “I suppose you’re right.”

“I’m not going to sit here and tell you what you should do. Only you can decide that for yourself.” She says, pulling away to stare deeply into your eyes. “What I can tell you is this: you are not the same person you were all those years ago. You know both Kami and I strongly believe in things always happening for a reason, and perhaps what happened with Kun was meant to happen so you could find them. Perhaps letting yourself believe won’t be such a bad thing.”

You nod lightly.

“Besides, I can sense the magic of this youngest’s Drygg Promise all over you.” She tilts her head knowingly. “It’s the strongest, most sincere form of magic I’ve ever seen from anybody. Even from you.”

“He is quite convincing.” You chuckle fondly.

“Convincing, or sincere?” She squeezes your arm once more. “Come on, the kids should be back by now.”

“I’ll be out in a minute, I just have a few more herbs to get.” You tell her, noticing how she begins to head towards the front.

A call of her name from you stops her.

“Thank you.” You meet her gaze, clearing your throat lightly as you compose yourself. “For everything.”

Trisha smiles. “You know we’re always here for you. I think it’s time you let some new people in, as well.”

Without another word, or waiting for a response from you for that matter, she leaves back out through the front door.

Perhaps she’s right. Maybe it is time for you to allow yourself to grow and let go of your past.

Finally, you think you’re ready to move on.

Stepping back out of the house a few minutes later, you see both women conversing with Yeosang. The tips of his ears are dusted a faint red, and even you can see the way he seemingly lights up as soon as he sees you.

“There you are,” Kamille nudges your side gently as you come to stand beside her. “Yeosang was worried you got lost.”

“I was not!” His eyes widen, greatly scandalized by Kamille’s words.

“Right.” Trisha laughs. “And you weren’t just thinking about storming past us to make sure she was still alive.”

The way he begins to splutter says it all.

“It’s okay,” Trisha pats him affectionately on his arm. “We know the signs all too well.”

“What signs?” Yeosang shifts his gaze between them, a confused, almost defensive furrow to his brow.

The two women share a look. “Denial.”

“The kids aren’t back yet?” You cut in, glancing around the area briefly and not seeing them, or a much taller male in sight.

“Not yet,” Kamille shakes her head, a worried pull to her lips downwards.

“Not that we don’t trust your brother,” Trisha adds, sparing a brief look at Yeosang, “but they should have been back by now.”

Your head tilts, and you notice Yeosang’s does, too.

“Mommy!” A cry is heard just through the crowd, and you see both Delilah and Marcus pushing their way through the throngs of people.

Immediately, you intercept the two children, their parents at your side.

“What’s wrong?” A frown is prominent on Kamille’s face as she picks Delilah up.

“Where’s Minnie?” Trisha is quick to grab ahold of Marcus who clings onto her side.

“That new bakery lady won’t leave Yuyu alone.” Delilah pouts.

“She’s worse than when you and mom start making kissey faces at one another.” Marcus’ nose scrunches in distaste.

“Minnie’s trying to save him, but it’s not working.” Delilah adds.

“I thought Rylie was married.” Kamille says, more to herself than anything.

“I’m sure Yunho can handle a few flirtatious comments sent his way.” Yeosang chuckles. “It’s not like it hasn’t happened before.”

“He popular like that, or something?” Trisha quirks a brow, somewhat teasingly.

“Or something.” Yeosang grumbles.

“Didn’t take you to be one to get jealous,” you hum, and you notice how his cheeks begin to dust pink for the nth time today.

“I’m not jealous.” He grumbles, gaze flicking over to you every now and then.

“Mom!” Delilah whines. “This is serious! Yuyu is in big trouble!”

“We’ll go check it out. Don’t worry.” You assure them.

“Hurry!” Marcus begins to tug Trisha down the street. “There’s bad energy coming from him.”

The three of you share a look.

Almost instantly, you and the two witches take off down the row, pushing your way through the crowd.

“What’s going on?” Yeosang manages to just keep pace with you.

“Marcus can sense shifts in energies, it’s his specialty ever since he was small. If he gets a bad feeling, almost always something bad will happen.” You explain quickly. “Your brother may be in danger.”

Rounding a street corner, the crowd thins slightly. You can see the awning of the bakery in sight, and you hurry your pace, the others following behind.

The bell above the shop door jingles as you six enter the shop. The owner, Nina, sends you a warm smile from her chair behind the counter. Once she adjusts her glasses, she’s offering you a friendly wave in recognition. Age, it seems, is catching up with her. 

You have just enough time to wave back before your attention is drawn to the side where you see Yunho backed into a corner, the new girl - Rylie - holding him hostage with her arm beside his shoulder. The way she’s leaning into him, and his stiff demeanour, says it all.

“Mommy!” Winnie scoots out from between them, panic clear on her features.

Kamille is quick to embrace the girl, cooing at her to calm her down.

“Rylie.” Trisha’s stern call of her name has the women sighing dramatically before turning her head slightly in acknowledgement.

Still, she does not move from her position.

“What?” Nothing but irritation lines her voice as her gaze flicks over to your little group.

“Tell her to stop bothering Uncle Yuyu!” Winnie crosses her arms, frown prominent on her features.

Your eyebrows raise slightly at the name she calls him, mirth dancing on your features.

“You heard the little lady.” You address the woman before you, noticing how she purposefully trails her gaze over you in disgust.

“If he wanted me to stop, he would have pushed me away by now.” She retorts, rather pointedly.

“Actually, I’ve been asking you to give me space this whole time-“

“Shhh,” she turns quickly, placing a finger over his lips as she leans into him. “You don’t have to lie to save her pride. I know I’m a better match for you than she is.”

You blink, not being able to keep the appalled expression off of your features. Honestly, you’re more amused than anything, but you contain your laugh of disbelief for now.

You share a look with both Kamille and Trisha. You smirk.

If this is how this woman wants to play, then you’ll gladly succumb to her games.

“What makes you think I enjoy the company of men?” You quirk a brow, beginning to slowly step towards this woman. The way your suddenly hooded gaze remains locked on her has her faltering for a moment. “You caught my eye since I first stepped foot in this little bakery, here.”

“What are you doing?” Her brow furrows, and she takes a step back and away from Yunho as you creep closer.

“It seems to me you enjoy assertive people.” You continue to approach, backing her into the corner and away from Yunho. “I’m just emanating you.”

“Don’t come near me.” She pushes herself against the wall.

You stop in your tracks, leaving a good two feet of distance between your body and hers. You blink at her in curiosity, tilting your head all the same.

“If you wanted me to stop, you would push me away.” You throw her words back at her, making sure never to lay a single finger on her the whole while.

“Just leave me alone.” She spits.

“To be clear, you’re asking me to stop?” You inquire, staring straight into her eyes expectantly.

“Yes!” She hisses. “Do you not understand the word ‘no’?”

Your eyebrows raise, but you remain silent. Your expression says it all.

A scowl is pulling at her features in the next moment as she pushes past you, knocking into your shoulder quite harshly. “Fucking bitch.”

The sound of the bell jingling above the door is the only indication you have that she’s left.

“Oh, I suppose it is time for her break.” Nina hums, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

“Seriously, Nina,” Kamille sighs. “You should find better employees.”

The old woman either doesn’t hear her, or chooses not to answer as she begins humming a soft tune to herself.

You shake you head, turning to face Yunho in the next second. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” his reply is somewhat breathless as he stares at you, blinking to clear his vision soon after. He clears his throat, seemingly coming back to reality. “Yeah.”

Winnie immediately runs over to Yunho, grabbing his hand in hers.

“Uncle Yuyu, you promised to buy us flowers!” She begins tugging him towards the entrance.

You quirk a brow, “Upgraded to Uncle now, are you?”

He grins, a red creeping onto his ears. “It was all them.”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Yeosang pouting.

“Hey kids, why don’t you drag Uncle Yeo along with you, too.” The corner of your lips twitch upwards knowingly.

“Okay!” Delilah immediately rushes over to Yeosang, grabbing his hand and tugging him towards the door now, too.

“Have fun!” You wave them off, seeing as Marcus now holds the door open for them all.

The moment the door swings shut, the three of you breathe a sigh of relief.

“Crisis averted.” Kamille sighs, sitting herself down in one of the chairs nearest to her.

“Rylie has been a piece of work since she started here last month.” Trisha sits opposite Kamille, you joining them quickly.

“She new to town?” You inquire, noting how quiet the bakery is for a day like today.

“Yeah, her and her husband moved here about two months ago. She’s stirring up trouble wherever she goes, and we usually have to clean up the mess.” Trisha frowns. “Flirts with every male she sees, then usually her husband steps in to ‘defend what’s his’.”

You grimace, ��Sounds like they’re both a piece of work.”

“You’re telling us.” Kamille nods. “We’ve had to step in a number of times before things get too out of hand. He’s already received two major warnings.”

“One more and we kick them out of here for good.” Trisha says. “Perks of being the heads of council.”

“You two run this village flawlessly,” you comment. “Of course you have final say. I’m honestly surprised you still let them live here.”

“Who knows, maybe we’ve become too lenient in our old age.” Kamille hums, the three of you sharing a laugh.

A few minutes later, the three of you are sharing a pastry, talking idly as you wait for the kids and the two males to return. The more you converse with your friends, the more your shoulders relax. Though, with the sound of the bell chiming above the door, and the ominous presence you feel entering the bakery, that happiness soon plummets into unease.

“That’s her.” You hear a harsh whisper behind you. “That’s the bitch that touched me.”

You nearly roll your eyes, but at the way the two women in front of you stiffen, you opt to sigh instead.

“Oi, you!” A loud voice draws your attention to the front of the bakery to see a burly man standing there. His arms are crossed as Rylie practically clings to his side, sneering in your direction. “You think you can just go around laying your grubby paws on my wife?”

“Actually, Sir, I never touched your wife.” You reply calmly, resting an arm over the back of your chair as you turn to face him. “It was your wife who continuously threw herself at one of my own friends, even after he repeatedly asked her kindly to stop.”

“So, you’re a fucking bitch and a liar?” He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Should have expected that from a fat queer such as yourself.”

Your head tilts slowly in understanding. “Do you have more of an issue with me because I’m fat, or because I’m queer?”

“A smartass, too? Damn, I’m going to enjoy knocking your teeth in.” He cracks his knuckles. “No, I have an issue with you. You came onto my wife, and now you’re going to regret it.”

“I have no desire to shatter your already fragile masculinity any further, Sir.” You reply. “I’m sorry you seem to be stuck playing your wife’s desperate, attention seeking games. The two of you should strive to do better.”

“How dare you!” Rylie seethes, but is soon consoled by her husband.

“Shh, Honey, I’ve got this.” He pats her shoulder before rounding on you. His furious expression says it all. “How dare you!”

“Oh, I think we’ve got a pair of parrots on our hands.” Trisha remarks. “Too bad they can’t remember any of the important lessons.”

“Yeah, like ‘final strike and you’re out.’” Kamille hums, shooting the two of them a pointed look.

“Like hell you can kick us out of this town.” The male spits, brow creased as his face begins to turn bright red in anger.

“We can, and we will.” Trisha replies almost instantly, no remorse at all in her tone. “We’ve already warned you sufficiently. Please do not make us mad. You will not like what happens.”

“Are you threatening me?” He straightens, hands balling into fists at his sides.

You stand calmly to your feet, returning the plate to the counter where you see Nina has managed to doze off. Soft snores fall from her lips, and you spare her a small smile before turning to the couple fuming at the doorway.

“Depends,” you hum, leaning back on the counter as your cross your arms over your chest. “Do you feel threatened?”

“By you?” The man scoffs. “Not likely.”

“You should be.” You smile, and you notice them grimace slightly at how unnerving you suddenly look. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, my nieces and nephew are waiting for us to return to the festival.”

Just then, the bell above the door chimes and in walk both Yunho and Yeosang with the children in tow. A white pansy is tucked into Yeosang’s hair, just behind his ear. It seems to have been placed there very carefully so as to display his birthmark, and you just know Minnie probably had something to do with that, seeing as he holds her against his hip. Marcus holds onto Yeosang’s free hand, a yellow daffodil, a pink rose, and a sprig of lilac held in Marcus’ opposite hand. On Yunho’s back rests Delilah, her giggling suddenly cut short as she peeks over his shoulder to observe the tense scene before them.

“Auntie…” Winnie’s worried gaze is suddenly on you, and you notice how Marcus begins to tremble as he looks at the man before him.

“It’s okay, Winnie,” you smile assuringly. “We were just on our way out to meet you when Rylie returned with this fine gentleman here.”

The couple stiffens.

“Bad man.” Marcus begins mumbling, taking a wary step backwards. “You’re a bad man.”

“Don’t worry, Marcus.” You begin to usher both Kamille and Trisha out, you following close behind. “We’re finished here, anyways.”

Marcus immediately clings onto Kamille as she walks passed, Trisha taking Winnie from Yeosang’s hold instantly. You don’t even spare another look at the couple as you exit the bakery, both Yeosang and Yunho observing you carefully.

Only, you don’t manage to get very far outside of the shop.

“Don’t you walk away from me, you bitch.” The man grabs your arm, quite harshly at that.

Two low growls get muffled by the bustling sounds of the festival around you.

“Sir, I recommend you release my arm before you come to regret it.” You state calmly, angling your body away from him as a crowd begins to form around you.

“The only thing I’ll come to regret is not putting your smartass in your place.” He spits, tightening his hold over your arm.

You sigh, shaking your head as you slide you bag off of your opposite arm. “Trish, be a dear and hold my bag.”

Wordlessly, she grabs it from you.

You turn your full attention back to the man in front of you.

“This is your last warning,” you meet his gaze with a dark look of your own and you notice how he falters slightly. “Release me before you lose this hand of yours.”

“Like you could ever harm me.”  He guffaws, purposely raising his voice for the now growing crowd.

At the side, both Yunho and Yeosang stand, tense. They can barely keep their eyes from flashing, both males beginning to tremble in rage the longer they observe this scene going on before them.

Faintly, you begin to hear whispers around you, all in defence and worry of you and how often this man seems to pick fights with absolutely anybody.

“I don’t think you’ll enjoy it very much when I knock you flat on your ass.” You comment.

He scoffs, “I’d like to see you try!”

The moment those words are out of his mouth you have him pinned on the ground, a light cloud of dust floating in the air. Your knee digs harshly into the man’s back, his arm twisted unnaturally behind him as you shove his face into the dirt.

Rylie’s hands come up to cover her mouth in shock, a silence settling around the crowd.

“I warned you.” You hum, almost condescendingly at the male beneath you.

A scowl is all you receive in response.

“Normally, I would have broken your hand for touching me, but I think the fact that you’re being kicked out of this village is punishment enough.” You spit quite harshly. “After all, you’ll need all the strength you can get in order to vacate the premises as quickly as possible.”

A moment of silence before a small cheer is erupting from the crowd, murmurs of glee reaching your ears. Many even go so far as to exclaim that this couple’s reign of terror is over.

“You bitch!” Rylie shrieks, running over to attempt to tackle you off of her husband.

Easily, you dodge her, watching as she trips over her husband’s legs and lands in the dirt beside him. Not even a second later, you stand, dusting off your knees all the while.

“Be grateful this is all that you’ve received from me.” You crack your neck, grabbing your bag back from Trisha in one fluid motion. “Now, I don’t want to hear you’ve bothered anyone else ever again, and you better hope I never see your faces around here again. You won’t like what becomes of it, then.”

Slowly, the man pushes himself to his feet, Rylie helping him stand all the while.

“Get back here, cunt!” He bellows, closing the distance between the both of you in a few great bounds and swinging for the back of your head with his fist.

A sickening crunch sounds around the area, followed by a pained filled cry and a high pitched shriek of horror.

Turning reveals Yeosang crushing the man’s fist in his grip, his eyes the darkest you’ve ever seen them before turning their natural gold. A snarl paints his lips as the man desperately attempts to break free from Yeosang’s grip, blood beginning to drip slowly into the dirt at the male’s feet.

“If you ever lay a hand on My Fated again,” Yeosang growls, voice ringing out loud and clear through the deadly silence that now surrounds the area. His eyes flash. “I’ll kill you.”

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 16]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.3K

You woke up in the middle of the night, leaving an asleep Seonghwa in bed and heading out to the kitchen. Shuffling over to the fridge, you grabbed the bottle of chocolate milk and poured yourself a glass. The talk that you had with Seonghwa earlier resulted in you crying, which accounted for the headache you were having now.

'Dear customer, your package has been delivered. Please find it outside your door.'

You read the notification as you drank your chocolate milk. Putting the glass down, you went to the front door and opened it. There was a bouquet of flowers and a box of vitamin shots.

'Hey, (y/n). Get well soon! ^-^ Drink lots of water and vitamin drinks. Looking at the flowers might make you feel better. - Yunho'

Reading the note, you couldn't help but let out a chuckle. That warm feeling in your chest was back at the though of Yunho doing something nice for you.

"Sweetheart, is someone here?" Seonghwa asked with a frown, rubbing his eye tiredly.

"No. Yunho got some flowers and vitamins delivered for me. I guess I was too busy crying to have heard the doorbell earlier." You chuckled, putting the vitamin drinks and flowers on the counter. Seonghwa let out a hum.

"Let's go back to bed first?" He suggested. You nodded, slipping your hand into his and going back to the room to sleep. You curled up against Seonghwa's side.

"He was worried, you know? Kept asking me if you were okay. Lurking around whenever you were mentioned." He said.

"Really?" You asked, a little surprised at this information. He hummed again, closing his eyes.

"I'm sure he was just being a nice friend and boss." You yawned. Seonghwa shrugged before falling back asleep. You closed your eyes, going back to dreamland as well.

When your alarm rang, Seonghwa went to get ready first, giving you just a few more minutes to snooze. After he was done, you brushed your teeth and washed your face, changing into clothes for work.

"Sure you're good to go in today?" Seonghwa asked as you picked out your coat.

"I wasn't actually sick, Hwa." You said, taking the coat off the hanger and placing it back onto the rack. Of course, Seonghwa knew that you weren't actually sick. You knew that he was referring to your mental state, whether you were ready to go back to the pressures of being in the kitchen.

"Don't worry, hmm? I need the distraction." You whispered and lightly pecked his cheek before exiting the bedroom. As you entered the kitchen, you noticed the flowers in a vase.

"You put them in a vase again?" You asked.

"Yeah, actually did it before they could wilt this time." Seonghwa chuckled. You rolled your eyes and went to get some coffee.

"Before that." Seonghwa's hand came to cover the mouth of your mug. Like a dog, you wanted to bite his hand for obstructing you and blocking you from the coffee.

"Here. Drink this since you have it, might as well." He handed you a small bottle of the vitamin shots Yunho bought.

"Fine." You sighed and put your coffee cup down. You downed the small shot of vitamin.

"Happy?" You rolled your eyes.

"Very." Seonghwa smiled, pinching your cheek. With not much time left, you put your coffee into a to go mug and left with Seonghwa. He drove his car while you spaced out in the passenger seat, admiring the sky before the sun rose and sipped your coffee.

"JAGIYA!" Wooyoung crushed you into a hug the moment he saw you. Jongho and Seonghwa shushed him for yelling when it was still so early.

"I missed you." He gave you a kiss on the cheek. You smiled softly, patting his back.

"Missed you too..." You murmured.

"Alright, can we take this inside? It's freezing out here." Jongho shivered. Wooyoung kept his arms around you as you all walked into the empty kitchen.

"She is not your jagiya." Seonghwa glared, peeling a whining Wooyoung away from you while you laughed.

"I'm glad you're back. And that you're okay." Jongho said, squeezing your hand with a kind smile.

"Thanks, Jong." You gave him a brief hug. After that, you began to prep for the morning bakes. The boys were the ones that came up with the menu for the morning, they wanted to give you a break while you were resting. And by all means, if they wanted to be in charge, you wouldn't stop them.

"Ooh pain au chocolat?" You looked at the cold dough that Wooyoung retrieved from the fridge. He nodded as Jongho placed the tub of chocolate pieces beside him.

"I can do the pumpkin pie." You raised your hand. This was a Korean take on pumpkin pie with pieces of rice cake in the filling.

"I'll do the flapjacks and get that in the oven." Jongho said, checking the list.

"What cake are we doing today?" You asked.

"Main attraction is raspberry vanilla sponge with lemon curd. Other than that, we've got a chocolate orange cake and an apple cake. Very fruit forward for today's flavours." Seonghwa laughed.

"I'll do the apple cake when I'm done. Jong, can you prep the apples for me when you're done?" You requested.

"Sure. Flapjacks should be done and in the oven in no time." Jongho nodded and went to retrieve the ingredients he needed.

Before Yunho entered the kitchen, he looked at his phone. He received the notification that the flowers and vitamin drinks had been sent to you but he hadn't heard anything from you. Not that he was expecting a 'thanks'... Just disappointed.

"Good morn- (y/n), you're back." Yunho's eyebrows raised in interest as a smile took over his face and he went over to you. You hummed and looked up at him, seeing his bright smile.

"A-Are you okay?" He asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, Yunho. Thank you. And thanks for sending over the vitamin drinks and flowers."

"Oh! I was worried that you didn't receive them. But I'm glad that you did, I hope they made you feel better." Yunho said, feeling his heart calm down a little.

"They did. I thought it would be better to thank you in person rather than text you late at night." You explained.

"Did you like them?" His eyes sparkled in anticipation as you brought up the gifts that he had sent over to you. You nodded with a small smile, making Yunho grin.

"That's all that matters. I'm glad you're okay." He said softly. You paused as you felt your heart skip a beat at that.

"I'm going to set up now. If you need a break, just rest, alright? Don't push yourself too hard." Yunho surprised you, reaching out to stroke your head before he finally went to put his bag down in the locker room and went out to prepare the storefront for the morning. You were stunned, not expecting him to do that.

"Oooooooooh~" Wooyoung teased from his spot in the kitchen. You rolled your eyes and flipped him off before returning to your task earlier. You poured the pie filling into the shell.

"Here. The rice cake dough was made last night." Jongho handed you the dough.

"Thank you." You began to roll the dough to put in the filling. Mingi, Hongjoong, Yeosang and San came in.

"Great to have you back, (y/n)." San grinned and hugged you. Even if you were not comfortable with hugs, you still let him hug you, you didn't want to make him feel bad.

"Feeling better?" Yeosang asked.

"Yes, thank you for your concern." You replied with a small bow of your head. Mingi went out to see Yunho already preparing.

"So, you seem happier." Mingi bumped his hip against Yunho's with a teasing chuckle. Yunho shot his best friend a confused look, not knowing what he was referring to.

"(y/n)'s back so I assume you won't be so mopey?" Mingi explained. Yunho rolled his eyes.

"What are you talking about? I wasn't mopey. I was concerned for a friend. If any of you were sick, I would be just as worried. Don't say things like that, it could make her upset." Yunho scolded. He didn't want you to overhear and misunderstand.

"Sure~" Mingi sang and went to restock the barista counter. He topped up the milk, chocolate power and coffee beans. Hongjoong and Yeosang stacked the cleaned dishes.

"Need help?" Yunho slipped over to you.

"Help me measure these out? I'll take over once I get these in the oven." You said. Yunho nodded and took the paper from you.

"Pumpkin pie going in the oven." You announced. Seonghwa helped you with the trays and you set the timer, clipping it to the pocket of your apron.

"I'm doing the apples now, (y/n)." Jongho informed.

"Thanks." You went back to where Yunho was standing by your station, weighing out each ingredient.

"Is this for the apple cake?" Yunho asked. He was a lot more confident in weighing the ingredients, like heavily pouring them onto the scale rather than do it gingerly.

"Yes. We're combining the apples to give a variety of tartness and sweetness. Brings good balance. We've got a mix of braeburn, granny smith and golden delicious. They have different textures after baking as well." You said as you began to mix the batter together. Jongho brought the chopped apples to you.

"So now we just put the apples in here and the rum. Mix." You said, bringing the batter over to the mixers.

"Do you remember how to butter and flour the pans?" You asked Yunho and pointed at the cake pans you will be using. He nodded his head excitedly.

"I'll do them now!" You've taught him this, coating the cake pans with softened butter and then a layer of flour to prevent sticking. You looked over at Yunho who was so focused with a frown on his face.

"Here. Use a paper towel so you put too thick a layer." You demonstrated, noticing how much butter he was applying.

"Oh, sorry." He apologised.

"Don't apologise." You told him with a softer tone. Yunho smiled gratefully and continued to finish up the cake pans like how you taught him.

"Bring it over when you're done." You instructed. You scooped the cake batter into the pans and Wooyoung helped you take your pumpkin pies out of the oven so you could put the cakes in. After that, you set another time for them.

"The crust looks good." Wooyoung said, lightly tapping the pie crust with his finger.

"I tried a different short crust recipe." Jongho informed. The boys never needed to ask you for permission to try new recipes. You loved recipe testing and experimenting with them.

"It smells good." Yunho said. You nodded in agreement.

"We're good here, Yunho. If you need to go settle stuff out front." You told him. Yunho visibly deflated, his shoulders slumping and a pout forming on his face.

"I'm not kicking you out. But you left your front crew out there." You raised an eyebrow.

"Aww but... they can handle it, I promise." He pouted. Like a sad puppy for being kicked out of the kitchen.

"You're the owner. Do what you want." You shrugged, moving to help Seonghwa with what he was working on. Yunho straightened up with an excited smile, his non existent tail now wagging again.

"Come here. You. Don't think you can slack off because you're the owner." Mingi marched in, holding Yunho's hand and leading him out of the kitchen. Yunho whimpered in protest as he was dragged away. You chuckled, maybe you were wrong, Yunho couldn't do what he wanted even though he was the owner.

"I wasn't slacking! I was helping." Yunho corrected with a frown. Mingi rolled his eyes.

"Whatever you say." San snorted.

"Yeosang and San. If you guys are available, could you help us with bringing the finished goods out? They're quite heavy." You poked your head out.

"Sure, (y/n)." The two replied and went into the kitchen. Yunho sulked, he was strong too. But you never called him to help.

*BZZ BZZ*

Yunho stopped counting the float money in the register and took his phone out to check the text that he received. As he read it, his eyes widened. Mingi and Hongjoong, noticed him frozen in his place.

"What's wrong?" Hongjoong asked.

"My parents want to come for dinner tonight... Like, to our restaurant..." Yunho said slowly. Yes, he did invite his parents to come but he expected more prior warning. He didn't think they would tell him the day of.

"What do I do?" Yunho asked, slightly panicked now. He knew the restaurant was ready but he was still freaking out a little at the thought of them coming here for the first time.

"Why are you freaking out? It's just your parents." Mingi asked in confusion.

"Because they'll judge the place, Mingi ah. Parents can be the harshest critics." Hongjoong explained.

"Oh. But Yunho's parents are nice." Mingi said. Just as he said that, his own phone buzzed. He took it out and read it, as he read his eyebrows started to raise.

"Well, looks like all the parents are coming." Mingi announced. Hongjoong checked his phone. Indeed, there was a message from his mother informing him about the collective parent dinner tonight.

"They're all coming? It's fine! It'll be fine... I'm sure it will be fine... right?" Yunho smiled nervously.

"Yes. It will be, Yunho." Hongjoong nodded assuringly.

"I won't be fine. Imagine all the parents coming together. I mean, that just means all the critics will be coming collectively right?" Mingi stated. Hongjoong slapped the back of his head. He cursed, rubbing his head as he turned to glare at Hongjoong, totally not getting why the older just hit him.

"Shut up." Hongjoong said through gritted teeth. Yunho let out a long, drawn out groan of despair.

"It's okay to be nervous, Yun. But like Hongjoong hyung said, it will be fine. We are functioning well as a team so just treat it like any other business night." Mingi comforted.

"Now that, I agree with." Hongjoong smiled.

"Hey, did you see the text from the parents?" San and Yeosang asked as they finished putting the stuff into the display case.

"Yeah. But we were just telling Yunho that it will be fine. Things will go on just as they always do during dinner service. Let's just corner off a section for them." Hongjoong said.

"Yes, don't worry!" Yeosang gave a thumbs up. San passed Hongjoong to iPad.

"With the reservations tonight, I'll just shift them around and leave the two big booths open. In case any of our siblings join." Hongjoong said.

"Sounds good. Thanks, hyung. I should go tell the kitchen crew to prepare. Help me open up for the day?" Yunho left the 4 to go into the kitchen. The kitchen crew were finishing up their bakes for the morning, as well as starting the clean up.

"What do you need, hyung?" Jongho asked.

"Sorry to interrupt. I'll be quick, if I could all speak to you for a bit?" Yunho twiddled his thumbs. You shot him a suspicious look, he was so cheery moments ago.

"So, we were just informed that our parents, including my parents, will be coming for dinner tonight for the first time." He started.

"I-I know you guys always do a good job and I'm not saying you aren't but-" Yunho rambled.

"We'll make sure to plan accordingly, Yunho." Seonghwa smiled.

"Thank you." He let out a sigh of relief, glad that he was understood without him needing to further explain. His eyes trailed to you, who was standing there, as usual with an unreadable expression.

"Do you want us to curate a special menu for them? Or go fancy?" You asked, trying to understand Yunho's expectations.

"There's no need to make a whole separate menu for them. That would be too much work. But I guess, we can go a little fancy?" He scratched his head. As 'perfect' as he wanted this to go, he didn't want to add on more tasks or inconvenience your team even more when you were only 4 people.

"We'll see what we can do. Don't worry about it. Trust us." Wooyoung squeezed his arm with a kind smile. Yunho cracked a small smile and nodded, bowing to all of you before exiting.

"Let's finish up and start discussing the dinner menu then. We may need to start prepping now." You told the 3.

"On it." The boys and yourself were quick to jump back. Wooyoung finished up the baking for the morning while the rest of you cleaned.

"If you guys are ready, let's start brainstorming." You said to them. You laid out the pieces of paper that you would be writing the different courses on.

"We haven't done something so serious in a while." Seonghwa chuckled as you grabbed your sharpie.

"Last time we did this, we did it for a garden banquet, right?" Jongho recounted. You nodded with a fond smile at the memory.

"Same as always, I would like to start thinking about our mains first before we move to appetisers and desserts. I do not want to do more than 4 mains and overwhelm us. If we have 4, we take ownership of one dish each." You said.

"Yunho said we can go fancy." Wooyoung shrugged.

"We should do at least two dishes with Korean flavours. The others can be Western or other Asian flavours." Seonghwa said.

"Agreed." You all nodded. You all headed into the walk in to see what you had and thought about dishes. Closing your eyes, you tried to visualise a dish.

"If I may, I have binchotan (white charcoal) at home. Can I do a binchotan grilled cod fillet?" Jongho requested.

"How will you serve it?"

"Miso, white soy brush over top. Serve it with... confit garlic, haricot bean mash and wilted crown daisy." He read from his phone, where he had jotted down ideas earlier.

"Sounds good." You nodded and wrote it down. The conversation continued with all of you tossing in ideas and suggestions.

"I really want to do crackling on the pork belly we have. I'll brush the underside meat part in a gochujang, rice syrup marinade type sauce. It'll go well served with the white kimchi that we made and pumpkin puree. I can char some heritage carrots in the pan too." Wooyoung raised his hand.

"Alright. Done. Hwa?" You looked at your best friend. Seonghwa scrolled on his phone, looking at any past recipes or ideas that he had for dishes.

"I had an old idea here. I made tea smoked duck breast with plum sauce, wok fried julienned bussel sprouts and a herb salad."

"What's in the herb salad?" Jongho asked.

"Peking duck is usually served with cucumber and scallions. I'll shred those, mix in some coriander, mugwort and maybe holy basil for that similar anise flavour that I'll have on the duck." He replied.

"Got that down. So that leaves me with the last Korean flavour dish." You said after writing down Seonghwa's dish.

"What did you have in mind?" Wooyoung turned to you.

The boys didn't bother asking if you wanted to swap cuisine with them. You purposely left yourself last since you liked the challenge of having to come up with a dish.

"Oh, I know just the dish to make." You smiled knowingly, making all the boys send you puzzled looks.

~

Series masterlist

[tyudearyous]

good heart, bad heart - k.ys

pairings : kang yeosang x reader (f)

genre : angst, fluff

themes : romance, ennui in a relationship and overcoming it

wc : 3.6k

author's note : i cried writing this man... am i too emotional but i hope you get slightly emotional too LMAO

🎵 mimi - youra

masterlist

...

the buds of the flowers slipped on the forehead

i think of you enough to get hot

it makes it pretty hot

plates clinking from the cutleries, an unspeakable silence between you and your lover. it has been months since things started to get weird in your relationship. you kept fighting, endlessly. it wasn't even anybody's fault, but you kept fighting. yeosang usually is a quiet one and he doesn't complain much but somehow these past few months, he'd been starting arguments left and right over the smallest little things. was it exhaustion that depleted him of his emotional capability? or was he falling out of love? you genuinely don't know.

yeosang finished his meal before you do and stood up to wash his dishes. "i'll do the dishes tonight. you can rest, sang-ie" you said while trying to finish your meal. "it's fine" he shrugged it off and washed his dishes. you were a slow eater, while yeosang wasn't. he would wait for you to finish your food before doing the dishes, usually. but yeah, he hasn't been like that recently.

he finished cleaning the dishes relatively quickly before entering your shared room. you were left alone yet again, sadly eating the dish that has gone cold from how long you were eating. when the click of the door was heard, tears started to well up your eyes.

where did it go wrong, genuinely?

...

i find my dreams in vain arms

i look for the young trace

it makes me cry sadly

it was your second anniversary. you both were homebodies, so you didn't really bother to spend it elsewhere. just each other's company is more than enough. "can you wear the dress i bought you last time?" yeosang suddenly asked you. you tilted your head in confusion. he was smiling, he was planning on something.

"just do it, won't you baby?" he pouted with puppy eyes begging you to say yes. you laughed at his desperation, so you agreed on it. once you got changed, suddenly the yeosang who was wearing a simple t shirt suddenly wore a dress shirt which sleeves are rolled to expose his forearms. "suddenly?" you ask him in a mocking tone. "go get ready, i'll be waiting in the living room okay" he kisses your forehead before going out of the room. he's definitely planning something.

you did your makeup lightly and curled your hair to create loose curls that added volume to your hair. when you were finished, you went out and saw yeosang holding an entire bouquet to you. "happy anniversary, my love" he smiles extra proudly. you couldn't help but laugh at how adorable he is.

"did you plan this all?" you took the flowers from his hand and smelled them. it was a bouquet full of the flowers you loved. white roses, baby breaths and several asters scattered. "this is just the first one, you know? so... you ready for the next one?" he asked you. you nodded in enthusiasm.

soon, the two of you were off to a nearby lake. it was nearing night, so the sun was setting. "so, um..." yeosang nervously said after the two of you walked plenty on the lake area. "what is it?" you chuckled. he was getting all blushy and embarrassed. you then scooted closer to tidy up his freshly bleached hair, tucking the parts that were getting near his eyes to his ears. "since we've been you know? it's the second year but i made up my mind, you know?" yeosang continued. "what do you mean by that, hmm?" you were admiring his features. how did you get so lucky with yeosang huh? you were broken from your trance when yeosang suddenly went down on his knees. "um, these... promise rings... i know you don't want to get married yet and we haven't even finished our degrees too but i've made up my mind you know" he proposed. "oh my" you covered your mouth in pure happiness. he then put the ring on your ring finger and looked at you with pure love and adoration. you immediately went in for a hug.

that moment was pure joy for you.

...

good heart, bad heart

take it off only enough that it won't be a sin

bad heart, that bad heart

whose neck are you going to bite?

good heart, that bad heart

doesn't that tree have a season to lower its head?

bad heart, that bad heart

those pretty hands, those pretty eyes

post graduation, the two of you immediately decided to start cohabitating. you both chose a simple one bedroom apartment because you didn't mind sharing a bed anyway. it had been nearly 4 years into your relationship and your relationship got sturdier than ever. yeosang genuinely was the best boyfriend you could ever ask. he was caring and understanding. he even took the time and effort to memorize what you liked, what you disliked, what are your pet peeves and everything. basically everything about you. you couldn't be more than grateful to be with him.

"yeo" you called out to him. the two of you were laying down on the makeshift bed you made after unpacking almost half of the things you both brought. "mm?" yeosang was visibly tired. his hair is very messy now and he was sweating buckets. you moved his hair slightly to reveal his birthmark. you then used your fingers to trace around his birthmark.

"do you know, birthmarks are where you were most kissed in your past life?" you asked, jokingly. yeosang immediately laughed at the random "fact" you said. "oh yeah? what about this life?" he asked with a smug grin. "well of course it's here!" you moved forward to place a chaste kiss on his lips. he smiled into the case before encasing your body with his arms to continue the kiss.

this was pure bliss on earth, for you, and for him...?

...

disappear slightly

why did mimi leave me

why is love gone?

friend, please find me

post graduation, the two of you were hit with reality. the real world is tough and ruthless. barely giving the two of you space to be with each other. your time were spent mostly in the cubicles of your offices and it became increasingly hard to properly find time to properly be with each other. sure, you lived together but the only thing you do is sleep and eat breakfast and dinner together. that's it, no cuddles, no kisses, nothing.

perhaps this was the start of the downfall of your relationship.

perhaps this was the start of where it all went wrong.

"yeo, can you squeeze in time this saturday?" you asked him during dinner. he sighed loudly. "y/n, i told you we're having a big project and i can't leave it alone" he spoke with a slightly annoyed tone.

"but, mom is coming over and" "so what? that's your mom. it's not like i must be there? i'm sure she only wants to see you, not me" he slammed his cutleries, resulting in a loud cling resonating through the apartment.

you took another big sigh. "why are you acting this way? i only asked you. i didn't force you to? you didn't have to be so mad. why are you like this?" you tried holding back the tears that were threatening to stream down your face. "i'm tired, y/n. can't you see?" yeosang replied with a tone that sliced your heart open. it wasn't too loud but it wasn't like him. it wasn't him, it wasn't the yeosang you knew.

"do you think i'm not tired too? i never take it out on you though!" you threw your cutleries to the table before standing up and letting out the biggest sigh you could make.

"you're just being over sensitive. i'm not taking it out on you" yeosang argued. you really couldn't take an argument with him right now, so you went to the bathroom to cry and lock yourself for a second.

why are we like this, you thought.

...

disappear slightly

why did mimi leave me?

we meet again

we are again, we are again

"it's weird seeing you here" jooyeon poked at you. "oh come on, some people need to take it out on, you know?" you opened the bottle of soju with ease before taking shots after shots. you rarely went out to drink because you'd drink at home with yeosang usually. "did something happen?" yuri asked you before giving you a piece of grilled chicken feet. "thanks and no, don't worry about me" you immediately devoured the food. honestly? the ones yeosang made you tasted better but it wasn't an option right now.

"yeah, you don't bother going out usually. what's up? is it about yeosang?" jooyeon asked you. you took a second before nodding your head. you then explained everything to jooyeon and yuri, while downing nearly 2 bottles of soju by yourself.

"okay halt on the drinks, so you're saying he's changed?" jooyeon kept your alcohol intake in check. you nodded. "i don't know, i know he's tired but he shouldn't have done that..." you pouted before taking another bite of the food you ordered.

"maybe it's ennui" yuri stated. you tilted your head. "perhaps he's feeling ennui. you've been dating for what now? five years?" you nodded. "he's tired and he probably thinks your relationship was just becoming a bother to him but he doesn't have the heart to break it off, causing him to be sensitive, you know?" yuri explained and you broke into tears. yuri and jooyeon immediately panicked and apologized to you for making you cry.

everything yuri said made sense and it just hurts your heart even more. because you know that what she said was true on some levels and because you know, he was probably getting tired of you.

after the crying fiasco, you wrapped up your reunion dinner. yuri and jooyeon were picked up by their partners respectively while you were there, going home alone even though you have yeosang. it was lonely but you didn't want to strike his nerves so you held in the feeling. your eyes were probably puffy as heck by now. you cried so much on yuri's shoulders, her coat probably has a huge patch of tears now.

it hurts so much, you wished for things to get better but it just seems impossible.

...

between sleep and some sleep

i think of you enough to get hot

it makes it pretty hot

yeosang had been going around the apartment, wondering where you'd be. it was almost 11 PM now and you weren't home yet. you'd usually tell him if you were working overtime but then you'd finish your overtime by 10 PM usually. he tried calling your phone but you didn't pick up. he was waiting in front of your apartment building, worried and scared. scared you'll leave him.

when your silhouette was visible from afar, he immediately ran to grab you and hug you. "where were you, gosh" whilst hugging you tightly. you didn't hug him back, you didn't have the capacity to. "i went to drink with jooyeon and yuri, don't worry" before pulling him away. yeosang was taken aback. "you drank? and you didn't ask me to pick you up? what the hell y/n?" he was getting furious. "you're tired aren't you? i didn't want to bother you, that's all." you replied, not even bothering to spare him a glance.

"what the hell? if you drank you shouldn't have... sigh it's helpless with you" he picked up his pace to walk in front of you. "see! you're always like this" you cried out again. "like what!?" he turned his back to see you completely broke down in tears. when he realized you were crying, he walked closer to you and cupped your cheeks.

i have to do it until the day is bright

i was eating soft grass

it makes me remember sadly with tears

"shit, i'm sorry. i'm so sorry okay? don't cry" he was feeling guilt pool over him when he finally saw how puffy your eyes were. how you had visible tear stains from your mascara running down. he used the sleeves of his hoodie to wipe off your tears.

"you're always like this, that's exactly why i went home alone even when jooyeon and yuri were picked up by their boyfriends. do you not know how embarrassed i was to cry in front of them just because i felt lonely? you would never understand yeosang, you never would" it felt as if a lump formed on your throat and it was incredibly hard to even properly speak.

"i'm sorry, forgive me okay? i'll be better okay? call me next time you drink, please. i was worried" yeosang explained while kissing of your tears away.

"if you were worried you should've never done any of that to me" you stared at him while biting your lips to hold back your tears. "please don't be like this, y/n. let's just get inside okay? you're cold, okay?" yeosang tried to calm you down.

"no, kang yeosang. just how long are you going to feign ignorance to everything? i'm hurting and you don't even understand. do you know i cry every night in the bathroom? you don't right? why? are you tired of me? is that why you kept raising your voice at me every single time i try to talk to you? am i annoying to you now? answer me kang yeosang!" you were screaming at this point. passerbys were looking at you but you couldn't care less. it was the only time you could talk to him, a moment where he won't raise his voice to you because you were raising your voice to him.

"if you're so tired of me, let's just break up. we can cancel the lease, it's expiring soon anyways. i'll return this ring to you, happily even. i can move away fast if you needed me to. i won't... i won't annoy you anymore" you were crying again. you were so tired of crying that your legs simply gave out and you were now on the ground, crying. you felt so miserable.

"don't be like this, come on. let's go home, okay? my love?" he was crying as well. your heart that was already crushed now shattered to pieces. "come on, my love. let's go home okay?" he hugged you while crying into the sides of your neck. he then stood up to make yoiu stand up and walk back home with him. the entire elevator ride he held your hands, so tightly as if you were going to slip away any moment.

good heart, bad heart

take it off only enough that it won't be a sin

bad heart, that bad heart

whose neck are you going to bite?

when the two of you arrived back home, yeosang was quiet. he was probably collecting composure. he then took of your coat for you and even took care of your shoes. this was his apology perhaps.

"you haven't answered me yet" you broke the silence. yeosang just looked straight into your eyes and started begging you to not be like this. tears welled up on his eyes again.

"i asked you, do you wish to end things? because if you do, i'd gladly give you the chance, yeosang-ah" you asked him. "y/n. if you leave me i'd gladly die. i'm sorry for being a bitch. i'm sorry for neglecting you but i don't want you to leave, no just don't leave me. i can't live without you. i can't do it" he begged down to his knees while holding your hand, so desperately.

"then you shouldn't have... you even stopped waiting for me to eat you shit. you know damn well i eat long, you used to wait but you stopped. you kept arguing with me, you kept making me cry every night. you hypocrite" you weren't ready to forgive him that easily. you weren't planning to. it hurt too much for you to immediately forgive him just because he begged for forgiveness.

"i know, i messed up. i'm sorry okay, baby? please. give me another chance. i won't disappoint, please?" he stood up to cup your cheeks asking for forgiveness. you didn't respond, at all. you only stared straight at his eyes. he was sincere but, it hurt too much...

good heart, that bad heart

doesn't that tree have a season to lower its head?

bad heart, that bad heart

those pretty hands, those pretty eyes

seeing your lack of response, he leaned in to place a kiss on your eyes. "i promise i won't make you cry anymore. i promise you won't have to sneak out of our bed to cry in the bathroom again. i promise i would wait for you no matter how long you eat. i promise i would love you with all of me again. so, come back to me please?" he then leaned in to kiss you. it was gentle but all the emotions within it was way too strong to not be felt.

he pulled back slightly to look at your reaction. you immediately brought him in again for another kiss. it was more aggressive this time, heck you even grazed his lips, causing a wound to appear. none of you cared though. none of you cared about anything but to make up for all the lost time between you both.

...

disappear slightly

why did mimi leave me?

why is love gone?

friend, please find me

"i'm sorry, okay" yeosang tucked your stray hair to your ears. you were now laying in bed together. this time though, you were in his embrace. you didn't answer, you just nuzzled further into his embrace. he then kissed the top of your head. before interlocking your hands with his to kiss your ring finger that adorned the promise ring he gave you 3 years ago.

"we'll work this out. we will" he reassured you. "you know?" you said, making him tilt his head. "i hate how despite everything you put me through, i still love you so bad. i love you you asshole" you said, making him laugh slightly before hugging you again, making you go deeper into his embrace. he muttered apologies while hugging you.

everything will be alright, everything will be alright.

...

disappear slightly

why did mimi leave me?

we meet again

we are again, we are again

"sorry! did you wait long?" yeosang ran towards you, who was waiting in front of his office. "precisely 21 minutes, so i guess pretty long?" you pouted slightly, teasing him. he sighed before ruffling your hair. "you're becoming feisty now huh?" he teased you. you then snuck your tongue out to him, earning a hearty laugh from him.

he then guided you to his car that was parked on the parking lot next to his office. once you both were in the car, he drove off to a lake. the lake where you celebrated your second anniversary. "we're here" yeosang unbuckled your seatbelts. you tilted your head in confusion. "come on, just follow me" he opened the door for you and guided you to an area where the moonlight reflected so beautifully on the lake.

in that area as well, there were roses and candles adorning the entire area. "what is this, yeo?" you asked him. he didn't answer but he was smiling. was he planning on something?

"we've been through a lot, right?" he asked you before taking your hands and holding it. "what are you doing?" you asked, confusedly. he then took off your promise ring and went down on his knees.

"y/n. i may have disappointed you a lot along the way but, i love you too much. i want to prove myself better for you. i love you so much, y/n." then he brought out the small red box. "will you, spend your entire life with me? please? i promise i'll treat you well. i'd bring you happiness, heck even i'd buy that overpriced pink couch you loved so much if you wanted to. what i mean is, would you marry me?" he was fumbling over his words but his point came across.

you immediately cried before nodding and saying yes. "yes?" he asked. "yes, kang yeosang yes. i'd like to be your wife, please" you managed to say despite the happy tears causing your words to become slightly mumbled. he then stood up to hug you immediately.

"oh wait the ring!" he clumsily puts the ring onto your ring finger before hugging you once again. "you dumbo" you said before pulling him in for a kiss.

love never left the two of you.

between the good heart and the bad heart,

the two of you were complete nonetheless

the end.

[stayteezdreams]

Cozy

Plot: You and Yeosang spend a cozy winter evening together.

Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Gn!Reader

Request: I used a left over Halloween prompt ''Cozy evening watching movies" and made it Christmas (Requested by @tumbleboof)

Warnings: Nothing!

Words: ~0.8k

You hummed absentmindedly as you placed the cookies on the tray along with the other snacks you had prepared. As you debated what else to add, you felt arms slip around your waist.

You smiled as Yeosang pressed his face into your neck, gently kissing your skin. Then as he rested his chin on your shoulder he reached out to grab a cookie.

You tsked at him as you slapped his hand away, "These are for after dinner."

You didn't have to look at him to see his pout as he squeezed you tighter. "Then let's eat, I'm hungry."

"Is it all set up?"

He nodded and straightened up, before taking the snack filled tray from you and leading the way into the living room.

As you followed him, the lights faded from the bright kitchen lights to the dark warm glow of the Christmas lights and candles.

You and Yeosang had decorated the living room and covered the couch with various blankets and pillows. Now you planned to spend a cozy evening together in the living room, cuddled on the couch together watching Christmas movies.

A list of Christmas movies were queued up for you to watch as you covered your table with your favorite food, snacks and drinks. It was dark, cold and snowy outside, the perfect atmosphere for the evening.

You eyed the food that you and Yeosang had ordered. Giggling, Yeosang looked over at you and hummed quizzically.

"We ordered too much."

He grinned, "It's okay, we can save them for left overs."

You nodded in agreement as you settled beside him, your first movie playing as Yeosang laid out a blanket over to two of you.

Two movies later, you were now on the couch, your body stretched out on top across Yeosang, his arms wrapped around you. The current movie played with no audience as you and Yeosang talked in between light kisses and soft laughter.

You had eaten your fill of food and desserts as the night grew later and later. You and Yeosang were so lost in each other's company you failed to notice the pitch black night outside.

Yeosang gently ran his fingers up and down your arm as you rested your chin on his chest. He looked down at you with a fond gaze as you talked about various activities to do before Christmas.

"We should go ice skating."

"Can you even ice skate?" He chuckled.

You smiled up at him "I haven't gone for a long time, but I used to be pretty good."

He hummed "I'd like to see it."

"Then we'll go?"

He nodded, "Whatever you want."

Scooting yourself up to meet his eyes you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, "I want to do what you want also."

He stared into you eyes for a moment as he brought his hand up and caressed your cheek. "I want-"

You rose your brow as you waited patiently for him to decide. He smiled softly and you tilted your head and smiled.

"What? What do you want?"

"I just want you."

"But you already have me."

"Perfect, then I'm happy."

You rolled your eyes with a groan, but couldn't resist the grin that pulled at your lips.

"Come on, there's gotta be something! Anything!"

He chuckled and you felt his chest rumble beneath you.

"Okay, okay." He thought for a moment before his eyes lit up a bit. "What about the lantern festival?"

Your eyes lit up, "We can do that!"

He nodded, "We can do that, and then do some shopping and get some food."

You nodded along with him, "Sounds great."

He grinned before leaning up and kissing you. Resting his head back down he gently patted your head, "I really just want to spend as much time together as we can."

You grinned and kissed him softly, "Me too."

Laying your head back down on his chest, you hummed in contentment just as the credits began rolling of the third movie.

"Oh! It's over!"

Yeosang smiled knowing it had been the one movie you really wanted to watch this evening, "Do you want me to re-start it?"

You chuckled before shaking your head, "No, we can watch it again another time. I'm getting sleepy anyways."

As Yeosang continued to caress your head, you felt yourself being lulled to sleep. "Then sleep."

You mumbled softly, knowing you were fighting a loosing battle. "But what about spending as much time together as we can?"

Yeosang grinned to himself. "We have tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that. So we have plenty of time. So if you are tired, sleep. Besides, I like when you fall asleep on me."

You smiled as you gently gripped his shirt, unable to speak again, as you lost yourself to sleep. Trying to grasp onto the last of your conscious mind, you spoke what you had hoped were intelligible words.

Yeosang chuckled as you attempted to grumble out a goodnight, but only managed some soft mumbles.

Wrapping his arms around you, he squeezed you softly. "Goodnight. I love you."

xx End xx

Simple and sweet, hope you liked it!

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[sweetkpopmusings]

ateez as demigods <3

a/n: i acquired the poca albums for spin off last week, and a picture of yunho reminded me of greek gods, so here we are ! i adore aus like this, so i hope you enjoy a little magic with your ateez thoughts today <333 pics not mine~

content: demigod!ateez, greek mythology au | wc: 0.7k | warnings: none really! | pairing: ateez x gn!reader | requests: open

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seonghwa♡‧₊˚

the son of aphrodite 

heart-fluttering touches, light reflecting off pearls, soft smiles after unsaid i love you’s

seonghwa cherishes his ability to make roses bloom any time he walks by because he deeply believes there is nothing more important than creating beauty in the world. when you meet him, a light breeze and the faint scent of sea foam envelops you, carrying with it an abundance of calm. when he looks at you, you feel as though you are being seen by the intimate eyes of the one destined to love you for eternity. 

hongjoong♡‧₊˚

the son of hades

the smell of an old leather jacket, music in a dive bar, holding on and never letting go

he’s proud of how he can sense the presence of sadness, anger, loneliness, and despair in others, because he possesses an impeccable ability to comfort those trapped in darkness. when you meet hongjoong, the world is quiet, save the sound of his voice saying your name. when he looks at you, you understand the security that comes with unfaltering trust in someone who has never let you down and never will.

yunho♡‧₊˚

the son of apollo

a perfect summer afternoon, gut feelings, waking up from a restful nap

yunho carries the sun wherever he goes, and his mightiest power is warming those who need it most, even when their worlds have frozen over. when you meet him,  all the tension in your body falls away, replaced by the satisfaction of a job well done. when yunho looks at you, his glow melts every last worry in your mind, an endless promise to point you in the right direction and follow you wherever you go. 

yeosang♡‧₊˚

the son of artemis 

intense gazes, secrets revealed by moonlight, the deep green of a forest after rain

yeosang views his capacity to calm the racing hearts of animals and humans alike as a shield against a cruel world. when you meet him, you feel the electricity of the full moon rising in a clear night sky coursing through your body, a never-ending promise of adventure. when he looks at you, you are intoxicated by an incomprehensible mix of bravery and safety. if yeosang is by your side, you are invincible.

san♡‧₊˚

the son of demeter 

golden sunlight, cutting fruit for the ones you love, picnics filled with laughter and promises

anything touched by san becomes infinitely sweeter, and he never fails to pick the ripest fruit from the tree. when you meet him, you feel as though you’ve finally caught your breath, even though you can’t remember when or why you started running. when san looks at you, you are filled with delight, giggling like children playing their favorite type of make-believe.

mingi♡‧₊˚

the son of hermes

a familiar voice calling your name in a crowd, handwritten notes, hearing “i missed you”

mingi, though filled with racing thoughts, is confident in his power to say the exact words needed at the most important times. when you meet him, his simple “hello” carries with it a promise to always find you, no matter where you are. when he looks at you, everything you’ve ever wanted to say falls off your lips easily, as though all the right words you couldn’t find before are coming to you at once.

wooyoung♡‧₊˚

the son of dionysus

the taste of honey, skin buzzing with excitement, neon lights flooding city streets

he is eternally grateful for the fact he can lift people’s spirits with just a glance in their direction. when you meet him, you are overwhelmed by the feeling of hearing your favorite song from childhood, a bliss that comes with the innocence of youth. when wooyung looks at you, your heart drums inside your chest as though you’ve been dancing for hours, but you somehow still have the energy to dance again and again and again.

jongho♡‧₊˚

the son of athena

freshly brewed coffee, pages turning in a nearly empty library, footsteps on marble floors

he can settle any argument, not through stubbornness, but with an unflinching ability to determine the most equal compromise for all parties involved. when you meet jongho, the question that had been weighing on your mind for ages was finally answered. when jongho looks at you, you feel an unbreakable self-confidence, grounded in a way you never dreamt of before you knew him.  

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[pumpkiiin-spice]

Since you asked for Yeosang requests, could you maybe do a Yeosang x gender neutral reader (or any gender!) who really likes to spoil him and give him gifts?

𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗕𝗼𝘆 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 (𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵? 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗬𝗲𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘅 𝗴𝗻!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗡𝗼𝗻𝗲 (𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗧 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀)

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼����𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗬𝗲𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁! 𝗛𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀/𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀!

𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗬𝗲𝘀, 𝗜'𝗺 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗴𝗼. 𝗬𝗲𝘀, 𝗜'𝗺 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗜 𝗮𝗺. 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗜 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁. 𝗔𝗹𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗜 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮, 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗼 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗔𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻. 𝗔𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗢𝗞 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀 ♡.

When you met Yeosang, your first thought was: "Oh, he's so cute and pretty. I must protect him at all costs." Now, after dating for six months, your thoughts every time you see him are: "Oh, he's so cute, pretty, AND kind. I must protect him AT ALL costs."

Yeosang is what you would describe as "no thoughts, just smile and wave prettily". And honestly? You didn't mind. That doesn't mean he's stupid, don't get me wrong. He's just in his own world sometimes, and you're there to pull him down to Earth when necessary.

Your friends would often comment how he's different from your exes. How you were the one to spoil him by buying or doing anything he wanted or needed instead of him doing it to you. "Fuck it" was what you thought. Why couldn't you spoil your pretty boyfriend with things he liked? Yes, he has surprised you with gifts before, but you're usually the one buying gifts for him. Why? There's no why. You just know he'll like it and you buy it. Anything to see his cute smile. Actually, that's why you do it. To see him smile. There's no better thing in this world than Yeosang excitedly smiling because you got him something he likes.

"Yeosangie~. I'm home~." you called from the door, carefully opening it.

You and Yeosang haven't seen each other since he went on tour to the U.S. And even after he had returned, you hadn't had time to see each other in person. But today, you finally had time to see each other.

"Here!" Yeosang spoke from the kitchen.

You swiftly walked to the kitchen with a bouquet of Roses and Honeysuckle. Upon seeing you enter the kitchen, Yeosang's smile grew wider and went to you.

"You're back, dove."

Although he wasn't much of hugs, he gladly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him.

"I think that's my line, angel." You chuckled but still corresponded to his hug. "Oh, Sangie. I missed you so so much."

Even after Yeosang was done with hugging, you couldn't let him go. You did miss him. You missed his shy laugh and his lisp while talking. His cute smile and how his eyes would get a bit smaller because of it. How he would playfully tease you and then laugh at your reaction. You missed him. You missed your man.

"I got these for you." you announced, showing him the bouquet you had bought him on the way to his place.

"Oh! These are very pretty." Yeosang gasped as he grabbed the bouquet carefully and smelled the flowers. "You didn't have to."

"I didn't, but I wanted to." you smiled, noticing how his cheeks were turning a soft shade of red. "Put your shoes on. We're going out."

"Out? Out where?" he asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"I'm buying us food! I'm really craving some fried chicken and beer. After that, we can come to my place and play video games."

"Fried chicken and beer?"

Although it sounded mundane, Yeosang wanted nothing more than to eat his favorite food with his favorite person. Nothing else mattered more than being by your side after months of traveling.

"Yup! And your waller better stay here. I don't want an ounce of your money to be touched, ok?" you approached him and kissed the top of his head. "You've worked hard, baby. Now let me spoil you like you deserve, ok?"

Yeosang never thought that he would feel like a giggly teen girl until you started treating him like a princess. He felt bad sometimes, but he did admit it was hot how you confidently paid or bought stuff for him without him saying anything. Even if he fought with you to decide who would pay, he enjoyed that you could both sowns on the other with no worries.

"We'll decide that when we get to the restaurant." Yeosang smiled teasingly and ran to the door.

"You better not, Kang Yeosang!"

The laughter of you two got mixed with the wind when you both stepped outside to run to the car. You both knew that, as long as you pleased the other with whatever they wanted, the price and time didn't matter.

[lunaloveskpop23]

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Summary: The reader lives in a village that starts having werewolves at night and they tear up the village. What would happen when the werewolves never go near her family farm and the villagers want to sacrifice her to the werewolves?

Warning: cussing, angst, violence, mentions of blood, a character who gets wounded.

Genre: angst. fluff.

*PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK*

*THIS IS PURELY FICTION*

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Y/N's POV:

In a little village, there lived a girl who has always lived there with her family. They have a farm called Aurora farms. Named after her grandmother. She has two siblings, her younger brother Huening Kai and her older sister Rose.

Her and her older sister do not get along. But her and her brother get along. Her mom and dad are not that rich, but they farm for the market and she helps run the stan at the market.

They usually work near the bakery where her friends run. Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, and Jongho. Hongjoong's mom opened the store after a general's daughter gave her the money.

Y/N is the girl. She is currently 22 helping her family out and she is currently at the stan trying to sell produce and vegetables.

*Now to the story*

"Thank you, have a wonderful day!" I sold my last tomato and I write that down.

"Get more tomatoes for the stan." I say to myself as I write.

"Y/N!" I look up and see Yeosang running up to me.

"Yeosang! Hi!" I hug him. I haven't seen him nor any of my other friends from the bakery in a while. I missed them.

"It's been awhile love. We made you something..." Yeosang pulls away and smiles at me. "Close your eyes."

I close my eyes happily. He takes my hands and I feel him putting something soft in my hands.

"Open love." I open my eyes and I gasp. It's their famous bread. I get so happy.

"Oh my god! Thank you!" I say happily.

"It's enough for your family. I know we haven't seen you in awhile and we miss you. So we decided to give you the famous bread."

I smile and blush. They are always so caring to me. I really loved them. I fell in love with them after being friends for 2 years. They've cared for me and even helped me at the stan sometimes. They make me feel loved and important.

"I appreciate it," I say softly.

"Do you need any help while I am here?" He asks me.

"Oh sure! Could you put the fix that over there?" I pointed towards a pile of boxes and one of the boxes was on the ground.

"As you wish, Y/N." He says softly. He picks up the box and sets it down on top of the boxes. "Like this?"

"Perfect! Thank you!"

"Y/N!!" I look up and see Rose, my sister. I fake a smile.

"Hi, sis! What brings you here?" I ask.

"Well, mom wants your help. She says one of the horses is acting weird." She says and looks at Yeosang. "Oh, hi Yeosang." She flutters her eyes.

Yeosang had a fake smile and clearly looked uncomfortable. "Um hi, Rose."

"I'll go check it out. Please stay at the stan until 5, ok?" I tell her.

"Ok, fine. Would you like to help me, Yeosang?"

"Um....." Yeosang looks uncomfortable again.

"Yeosang!" We turn and see Yunho and San run up to us.

"Sorry laddies, but we need Yeosang. It's his turn to bake some cakes." San says.

"Oh, that is totally ok, you can take him." I say and Yeosang smiles at me.

"Its good to see you, Y/N!" San and Yunho yell over their shoulder as they walk away.

Rose starts looking angry.

I take off my apron and set it down.

"They would never like someone like you, little sis," Rose says angry. She's always had a crush on them as well, but I'm closer to them and they always ignore her.

I roll my eyes. My sister, always had someone crushing on her. She is popular around the village and loves the attention. My friends are the first men who aren't giving her any attention and it makes her angry.

"Just get to work. I'm off to go see what is up with the horses." I put my hair up in a ponytail and leave.

"One day, I'll get you, little sis," Rose whispers to herself.

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I go to the barn and hear some of the horses going crazy.

"Woah woah woah, hey." I run up to my horse Firefly. I try to calm her down and it works.

"Shhh, what's wrong love?" I ask. After she calms down, every other horse starts settling down.

"They started freaking out after we heard rustling near the field." I look up and see my brother Kai.

"I wonder why they did?" I soothe Firefly.

"Mom says dinner is almost ready by the way," Kai says.

"Ok, I'll come in and help." I almost get up.

"Oh no, sis. It's ok! I already set everything up! You do not need to do anything." He says happily. I smile.

"Thanks, little brother." I smile. "Did Rose help at all?"

"No. All she did was sit and play with Lily." Lily is our dog.

"Really? And she got away with it?" I ask.

"I mean, she always does. She's so spoiled." He says angry.

"Well, let's just go inside." I say, standing up. He stands up and we go inside.

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*after dinner*

I nearly went to my room, until I hear my parents say something.

"Have you heard about Diana's farm?" My father ask.

"The one near the village?"

"Yes."

"What happened?"

"Well, her farm....apparently got destroyed by wild animals."

Wild animals? Near here?

"Wild animals??" My mother asks.

"Some people in the village are spreading that....it's werewolves."

I quietly gasp.

My mother laughs.

"Oh, come on. Werewolves? Those are just myths, honey."

I quietly run to my room. I shut my door silently. Werewolves? Do they actually exist?? What if they do?

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A few days later, the attacks on farms get worse. It started to become a problem with everyone. So the mayor planned a curfew for the entire village. But of course, people would still not listen and go out.

Like my sister. She wanted me and her to get apples. For pies to make for our father's birthday.

"I never understood why we are going now? It's dark!" I say angry.

"Its just a quick trip stupid. Just keep up." Rose says angry.

I sigh and we walk. We get there to the tree......but no apples.

"Damn! That bitch Violet must have gotten the apples!" She throws a fit.

"I'm sure there will be more soon. Let's just g-" I hear a growl. Oh no....

"No! There's a peach tree! Let's get some of-" I grab her hand. "Hey!!" She yells and we run.

We run and I hear something run behind us. I try not to look. Then I trip and fall.

"Owww..." I say. Rose doesn't look back. She's running still.

"ROSE WAIT!" I yell.

She has left me and I couldn't believe it....I look and see 8 werewolves. I get scared and back up to a tree.

One of the wolves came up to me and sniffed me. I try not to cry. It backs up and licks my face. I look at it confused. I look into the wolves eyes. It's brown.....why do those eyes feel familiar?? I look at the other wolves. They look at me and walk away. I get confused.

What just happened???

*a few minutes later*

I get home and I see Rose crying to our mom and dad.

"Then she says, "Go! Leave me here. I'll sacrifice myself for you!" She says dramatically.

"At least you are alive, my dear." My mom says happy and hugging her.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"Sis! You're alive!" Kai says happily and hugs me. I hug him.

My mom, dad, and sister looks at me. I look at them.

"Rose....you left me there..."

"No. I never did. You just don't remember sweet sister. You're being delusional." She says while petting my hair.

I slap her hand away and go upstairs. I slam my door and go to my bed. I cry for what felt like hours. I hear a rock at my window....can people leave me alone?!

I get up and look out the window. I see my friends....I haven't seen them in a while. Well, besides Yeosang, San and Yunho. I open my window.

"Why are you guys here?" I whisper.

"We wanted to make sure you are ok! We heard about the creatures going towards farms and we wanted to make sure you and your farm is ok!" Seonghwa says sweetly.

I smile. They always cared. What I noticed about them was that their clothes were a bit dirty and there was some blood on their clothes. Odd? They are bakers....I don't think about it anymore.

"Everything is OK. I promise." I tell them. They smile at me.

"Want us to come up there, princess?" Mingi says. I blush and shake my head. Him and Yeosang always flirt. Wooyoung too. Well, all of them actually.

"No, it's ok! Just go home. Everything is OK. I promise." I say trying to give them encouragement.

They nod and wave to me, bye. At least them and Kai cared.

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*the next night*

Mayor's POV:

"Sir, someone is here to see you." A guard says. I signal him to let the person in. It's a woman.

"How may I help you"

"Well, I have an idea to help get rid of the werewolf situation." The woman looks familiar to me.

"Oh? And who are you to give me ideas?"

"I'm Rose. Rose L/N."

I stop. The Aurora farms oldest daughter?

"My idea would guarantee us safety." She says.

"Go on?"

"Well, I know for a fact that my sister is a witch and that the wolves like her. She didn't even die when they were in front of her."

I get quiet.

"So, we sacrifice her. To the wolves."

*the next morning. Back to Y/N's POV*

Y/N's POV:

The mayor asked for a meeting with the village.

"I would like to let everyone know that we have an idea to get rid of the werewolves. We will sacrifice a witch."

Everyone gasps.

"A witch?!" Someone says.

"In our village?!" People start to freak out.

"Silence now! We will call the witch up and she'll go with my guards to the woods and wait until the werewolves can find her. Will....Ms. Y/N L/N come up here."

Everyone looks at me and I stay silent. A witch? Me?!

I nearly start crying, but i walk slowly up there.

"Everyone, look at the witch! Say goodbye!" The Mayor says.

Ateez's POV:

"What's going on?" Hongjoong and her friends come up whispering because they are confused. They forget to wake up early and they see a meeting happening.

"A witch is getting sacrificed to the werewolves." Someone whispers to them.

"A witch?" Seonghwa says confused.

They get closer and see.....Y/N?

"Y/N?!" Jongho says angry.

They knew she wasn't a witch. They were confused what was happening.

They all get angry and Mingi and San nearly go up there to punch the mayor.

"Guys, hold them." Hongjoong says and hold them.

"We need to keep calm. Please! No one cause a sc-" Mingi gets free and stomps up there.

"Oh no." Yeosang and Jongho run after him.

Mingi goes up.

"Hey, you're not allowed to get close to the sacr-" mingi punches him.

Jongho grabs mingi.

"Ahh Hongjoong and his team of lazy bakers. How humble for you to see this." The Mayor says.

"Let her go asshole!" Mingi yells.

"But she is a witch. She'll be sacrificed to the wolves. Everything will be back to normal!" The Mayor says.

Hongjoong grabs mingi as well.

"What you are doing is wrong. And you all are letting this happen! Because you believe such stupid rumors! Such cowards you all have become!" Hongjoong yells.

"Keep talking and you'll end up in jail. You and your group. Now, say your words to her."

We all look at Y/N. She's crying. We get close to her.

"Hongjoong?" She whispers.

Hongjoong bends down.

"We promise you. You will survive." Hongjoong whispers.

She sobs, and the guards take her away in a carriage.

They are mad and have to come up with an idea to save the woman they love.

"Hongjoong..." They turn to see her brother crying.

"Will she be ok?" Her brother cries out.

Seonghwa grabs him and gives him a hug.

"Shhhh she'll be OK. I promise." He rubs Kais back.

They had to come up with something fast. Before the moon......they become a different person....

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Y/N's POV:

I cry and get cold. It's officially nighttime, and I'm cold, hungry, and exhausted. Also extremely thirsty.

The group of guards laugh and surround my carriage.

"Its getting dark, sweetheart. They'll be here soon!" They laugh.

I stay silent. I hear a growl. I look up and see 4. Wait.....I thought there was 8?

"Ah! There's some! Here!" They open the door and grab me and throw me towards the wolves.

"She's all yours. No one in the village wants her. You can keep her. Or eat her!" The guard says happily.

I look up and the wolves look at me.

I get scared. The wolves start growling and starts walking towards the guards. I get confused and three of them go towards the guards. One stays near me.

I look at the werewolf confused. What is happening?

The guards stop laughing and start getting confused.

"Hey! She's the one you want! Not us!" The guy who threw me said.

The wolves start attacking the guards. The guards weren't putting up a fight besides one and he hurt one of the wolves and it lays on the ground. It starts transforming into....Mingi?

I get confused and think about it for a minute......they are the werewolves?!!! I look up at the one in front of me.

Who is this one?

"Mingi!" I yell to mingi, who is passed out. I start crying.

The werewolf who was next to him attacked the one who hurt Mingi.

The fight was over, and the werewolves transformed back into their human forms. San, Yunho, who attacked the guy who attacked Mingi and Yeosang, was the one in front of me.

"Yeossss-" I pass out.

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*a few hours later.*

I wake up and see San and Wooyoung cuddling me.

I get confused and look to see Seonghwa and Hongjoong in my room talking. They look at me.

"You're awake. Thank god!" Seonghwa says happily.

San and Wooyoung wake up. Yeosang was in the room and near my feet on my bed. Yunho and Jongho was in here too. By the wall.

"I'm sure you have questions." Hongjoong says.

I nod.

They explained everything. How a witched cursed them all after their fathers trashed her house and destroyed it. How they were scared to tell me and how it was them causing problems in the village.

I nod. Not knowing what to say.

"I know it's a lot to take in..." Yunho says.

"But we are still the same people you know and love." Wooyoung says.

I nod.

"Is Mingi ok?" I ask.

"He's ok. He just got hurt a little bit. He is sleeping." San whispers.

Thank God. I was worried about him.

"We wanted to protect you." Yeosang says.

I look at them all and blush.

"Thank you. For saving me.." I smile.

They smile back and all of them one at a time hug me gently. I feel kisses from them.

"I love you all so much." I say.

"We love you too. Always." Wooyoung says caressing my face gently. I blush.

"Now Woo, don't kiss her. Let her pick who she is kissing first!" San whines.

I giggle.

I love them.....my werewolves.

*fun little bonus scene.*

I walk and see Mingi awake. I gently walk in the bedroom. He looks up.

"Y/N!" He hugs me gently. I hug him.

"Mingi..." I snuggle into him.

Hw kisses my neck gently and kisses my face.

"I was scared. I thought I lost you, princess." He says. I pull his face.

"I'm ok. I promise." I say softly and I kiss him gently.

"Nooooooooooo!! Why did you kiss him?! I wanted to be the first you kiss!" Wooyoung whines. Seonghwa grabs him and shuts the door. I giggle. I'm so happy to have them in my life. I don't care that they are werewolves.

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Hi, my pookies!!!! How are you all doing? I hope doing well. I hope you guys are enjoying the Halloween stories. This was supposed to come out on Halloween, but it never did and I apologize. It has been a hectic week. I promise more stories are on the way. Just you wait. 🩷💜😊

- Luna 💜🩷