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Be My Forever | OneUs

FANDOM: OneUs

PAIRING: YoungjoxReader

WORD COUNT: 5212

RATING: Everyone

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: N/A

SUMMARY: Dating an idol has been an interesting part of your life the last two years. Youngjo is always making some kind of plan for fun things, and this time is no exception. ☼ ☽ ☆ ⁑ ☼ ☽ ☆ ⁑ ☼ ☽ ☆ ⁑ ☼ ☽ ☆ ⁑

[From; My Boi RV🌹]: Hey baby, do you know if your gonna be off Tuesday night next week?

⬅️: Next Tuesday? Yeah, I have Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday off because I had so much overtime this week and Chris didn't want me overworked.

[From; My Boi RV🌹]: He's a good boss. I'm glad he took over.

⬅️: He is. He takes care of the employees very well.

⬅️: Why did you wanna know if I was off?

[From; My Boi RV🌹]: I wanted to spend some time with you.

⬅️: Next Tuesday? Youngjo, you literally have a show that night.

[From; My Boi RV🌹]: I know. It's fine.

⬅️: “It's fine”? Youngjo, what are you planning?

[From; My Boi RV🌹]: I don't know what you mean. It's just a backstage pass.

⬅️: Ravn!

You don't use your boyfriend's stage name often, it's usually reserved for moments like now when you want to scold him. You're certain he can hear your voice through your text after your time together. You've just gotten home from work, shaking the rain from your jacket and umbrella, changing into pajamas and making tea to warm you up. Your head shakes as you hit send, knowing full well Youngjo is planning something, but you can't figure out what.

[From; My Boi RV🌹]: It's not bad, baby. We get time together and the guys get to see you.

⬅️: Hwanwoong and Geonhak have been bugging you, haven't they?

[From; My Boi RV🌹]: Perhaps. But mostly I just miss you. We haven't been able to spend actual time with each other in over a month.

The message hits you hard, because you are very aware of how busy he's been in preparation. Add the long practices against your work schedule and there was hardly any time to meet for coffee pickups, let alone any quality time.

⬅️: I know. Gods, I miss you.

[From; My Boi RV🌹]: I miss you, too. We're making it work, though.

⬅️: Yeah, but that doesn't mean I don't miss the way you hold me, Youngjo.

[From; My Boi RV🌹]: I miss hearing you sing when you cook.

⬅️: Don't start a missing war with me.

[From; My Boi RV🌹]: Why? Scared I'll win this time?

⬅️: As if. How busy are you?

The smile on your face is obvious as you sit back, sipping your tea. The warmth is nice in your hands, and the liquid warms your body. Your cat hops onto the couch and meows, distracting you from the conversation to pet him. “I know, Hades. I miss daddy, too.” you muse, scratching the himalayan between his ears. Your phone ringing makes you answer, smiling. “Well, speak of the Devil and he shall call.”

“I’m only a devil for you.” Youngjo teases from his end of the line. “We’re headed back to the dorm, and I figured you’d like to hear my voice.”

“Hyung, is that Y/N?” one voice asks, making you giggle when Youngjo tries to deny it. The others have picked up on what he’s saying, though, and it’s all for naught as someone else chimes in.

“Y/N-nuna!” you hear another voice chime in. “Nuna, we miss you!”

The laugh that escapes you when you hear Hwanwoong and Dongju, respectively, call out to you is undeniable. Soon there’s greetings from the others as well, and you can barely keep up with their excited words as they all try to talk to you over Youngjo. “Guys, guys, I can’t translate when you’re all talking so fast.” you manage to scramble out, and you’re grateful when Youngjo quiets them by reminding them your native language isn’t Korean. The group’s laughter makes you smile as Youngjo lets you know you’re on speaker.

“Hi, everyone!” you say, trying to get the conversation paced again. “Are you staying warm in the weather?”

“We are. We filmed a little in the rain.”

“Tell me you had jackets on.”

“Of course we did between shots. Seoho-hyung wouldn’t let us take them off.”

“It’s raining during a cold front, Geonhak-ah. None of us need to get sick from playing around.” You hear Seoho scold, and can’t help but remember why you (and several others that know the boys) consider him the mom of the group.

“You guys start a tour in two days, listen to your elders.” You tease, and the conversation turns to the looming excitement of seeing fans again, a few questions about when they’ll see you on Tuesday, and you are reminded of brothers excited to see their older sibling after a long time apart. You hear Keonhee say something about pulling in, and you give a sad smile. “All of you get rest, I’ll see you all soon, okay?”

“Bye, Nuna!”

“Bye, get rest, too Nuna!”

“See you soon!”

When you don’t hear the echo anymore, you know you’re off speaker and give a chuckle as Youngjo speaks to you. “I’ll try to come by on Monday, that way we can go to the venue together.”

“I love you, Youngjo.”

“I love you, too, darling.” Youngjo replies. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay. Goodnight.”

“Sleep well.”

Hanging up makes you a little sad, but you set your phone on the arm of the couch and return to petting the fluffball that is your cat. You turn on a drama you’ve been meaning to finish, letting the loud purrs from Hades become background noise as you watch. Your alarm for bed goes off and you put your now empty cup in the sink, walking over to once more pet Hades before turning the TV off and walking down the hall. The bell on Hades’ collar is heard as he hops down from his perch on the couch to follow you to the bedroom. You settle into bed, Hades curling up at the foot of the bed, stretching and purring as he curls into a loaf and dozes back off. The lamp is clicked off and you drift off to sleep.

A gentle nudge wakes you, and you groggily roll over to find Youngjo leaning over you, one hand on your side and the other behind his back. “What are you doing here?”

“Good morning to you, too.” Youngjo counters, kissing your forehead.

“What time is it?”

“Just about nine.”

“It’s my day off, Youngjo.” You half-whine, trying to tug the blanket back up over you.

“I brought you something, though. We can go back to bed after.” You can hear the pout in his voice and push the comforter back down, looking up at him before groaning and sitting up.

“What is it?”

“Well, for starters.” Youngjo pulls the hand behind his back out to reveal a bouquet of your favorite flowers. “From your favorite flower shop.”

“Youngjo…” You can’t help the loving pout as you take them and breathe in the fresh scent.

“Let's put them in water, hmm?”

You roll your eyes and carefully get out of bed, carrying the flowers out. “You purposely got up early?”

“It’s tour time, being up early is normal.” Youngjo replies. “It’s our last days before it starts, and I wanted some alone time with you, so I asked if I could just spend the day with you.”

“You’re such a romantic.” you tease, nudging him as you set the bouquet on the counter to get your vase. “Waking me up with my favorite flowers from my favorite shop.” You’re running water over the ends to trim the stems a little and put them in the vase and arrange them when there’s a knock on the door. You pause from moving the vase to look at your boyfriend, arching a brow at him even as he grins and goes to answer the door. A roll of your eyes starts you moving to put the gift on the table, and you’re too tired to listen to whatever your boyfriend is saying to the person at the door, moving to sit on the couch and pull a blanket from the wicker basket by the coffee table. “What is it?”

“Breakfast, obviously.” Youngjo replies, carrying the bag to the kitchen. “When was the last time you had an actual breakfast?”

“Too long. I’ve been working night shifts, so I’m usually asleep.” you answer, watching as he goes about taking food from the bag, and you’re aware of him plating food before bringing it over. Seeing the food on the plate makes your narrow your eyes at him in a playfully suspicious way. It’s your favorite breakfast plate from a place a few blocks away. “What are you planning, Youngjo?”

“What makes you think I’m planning anything?” he counters.

“You got the staff to let you have a free day less than a week before the group starts a tour. You got a backstage pass for me for Tuesday night. You wake me up with my favorite flowers and even my favorite breakfast from the shop down the road, and that’s just the start.” You watch as he goes to get his own plate and comes to join you.

“Maybe I want you to know how much I love you.”

“You do that all the time, baby.” You reply, moving to take a bite of your food.

“Not enough recently.” The tone of his words makes you pause, setting your chopsticks down to lean over and kiss his cheek.

“Don’t do that. You’re an idol, Youngjo. I knew that when I met you, and I knew what that meant.” Your voice is soft as you lean into him, reaching up to tuck your fingers against the other side of his face and make him look at you. “We make it work, and I’m very happy for it. I’m happy I have you in my life. That I know you and the guys. You make me happy, Youngjo, and nothing can change that.”

He’s quiet for a long moment, eyes darting as he looks at your face. After a moment, he leans in to kiss you like you're his lifeline, one hand resting at your cheek as he did so. You return the gesture easily, smiling until he draws back to look at you. “You're perfect, you know that?” he asks as he caresses his thumb over your cheek.

“So are you, and I don't want you to forget that.” You steal another kiss before pulling away to pick up your chopsticks again. “Let's eat, then we can figure out what to do with the day.” You eat breakfast together, put the leftovers away and wash the plates and such before deciding to stay inside. It's a welcome reprieve to your busy schedules to just enjoy each other's presence and you're pleasantly surprised when You go is able to spend the night. The next morning, the two of you leave together; Youngjo going back to the dorms while you make your way to the cat cafe where you work. The remaining time before the tour kickoff goes by far too quickly for your liking - hastily going through every possible inspiration for an outfit. The decision changes at least three times a day as you go through images from past music videos and photoshoots. You finally choose to draw inspiration from one of your favorite videos, and after some contemplation ask Hwanwoong for help in coloring your hair. It takes a couple of days to work around the rehearsals, but he manages to work magic and bleach the strands before adding in highlights of black and purple. It's a beautiful job and you're grateful to your friend. You make him swear not to say anything to Youngjo, which you know is a hard task for him but he agrees.

The night before you're supposed to be picked up, you're obviously nervous at work and your manager pulls you to the side on your way out to check on you.

“Is everything okay, yeobo?” Chris asks, making you laugh a little with the switch to his Korean term of affection.

“Everything is fine, I promise. Tomorrow I just have to be at the concert and I'm honestly nervous because Youngjo is planning something, I just know it.”

Chris visibly relaxes, giving you a bright smile. “Okay, good. I thought Minho and I were going to have to teach someone a lesson.”

“Oh my gods, Christopher!” You shove at him playfully.

“I'm protective of all of my friends.” He counters, clearly unapologetic about his words. “And you're an amazing employee on top of being my friend. Anyone who hurts you answers to me.” He taps his index finger on your nose and you can't help but laugh.

“I'll keep that in mind, Chris. You’re such a brother figure.” you promise.

“Tell your man and his boys we said to break a leg.”

“Of course.” You answer, rolling your eyes as you head out, waving towards Minho as you pass him. He's currently playing with one of the kittens, and waves back as the feline leaps up to grab onto his shirt with a soft meow. Your job is great, and the people you work with are a blessing for you since you're so far from home. Youngjo and the rest of the group have since been added to that list, but District 325 Cafe will forever have a special place in your heart. You make the short drive home to pack your bag, making sure your lightstick is also safely tucked into place. You know rehearsal is likely to run late, so you make dinner and eat while you watch tv, then shower and start your laundry from the week. You fall asleep on the sofa, waking up to your phone ringing and Hades curled on your side. Blindly reaching to answer, you're well aware that your voice gives you away as you speak. “Hello?”

“I didn't mean to wake you up, baby.” Youngjo’s voice is soft as he speaks, and you can hear the others in the background. “We're headed back to the hotel now, but I wanted to let you know the driver is going to get you at 2:30 tomorrow.”

“I totally wasn't asleep.” you lie, a smile in your voice. “I appreciate the heads-up, though. How was rehearsal?”

“Good. We're ready to start the tour. I just wish you could come with us.”

“I don't have that kind of vacation time, baby. You know I would love to see the world with you, though; with or without a tour.”

“I know. It just doesn't feel the same without you there.”

“I'll always be here when you come back, Kim Youngjo. You can't get rid of me so easily as following your dream.”

“I promise I'll take you everywhere you've ever wanted to go one day.”

“And when you do, I promise to never leave your side.”

“I love you, Y/N. Have I told you that?”

“Yes, but I'll never get tired of hearing it.” you reply. “Get home, get some sleep. You have a long day tomorrow.”

“Long day, yes. But we'll all have time for a group meal after dress rehearsal, so plan to come along.”

“You are very clearly up to something, Youngjo.”

“Not at all. The guys just want to spend some time with you before I have you to myself.” He teased, and you can't help the laugh that escapes you.

“You hopeless romantic.”

“Part of why you love me, dearest.”

“Only a part, though.” You tease, stretching. “Get some rest. I'll see you soon, okay?”

“You get rest, too. Have sweet dreams.” Youngjo replies, and you wish you could kiss him.

“I love you, Youngjo.”

“I love you, too. Goodnight.”

“Night.” You manage to get up, get your laundry in the dryer and migrate to your bed, falling asleep fairly quickly. Your internal clock wakes you around 10am and you start by making breakfast. You make sure your suitcase is by the door and Hades is fed before settling to play on your console while you wait. Just before 2:30, there's a knock at the door and you get up to answer it. You greet the familiar face of the driver with a smile, taking the envelope he offers you before going to pet Hades and grab your bag. You lock the door on your way out, tucking your keys into your jacket as you follow the driver to the car. Once seated in the back, which is more for the driver's comfort of routine, you open the envelope to find a card. It's a beautiful card of black with silver and gold stars and mini constellation designs on the cover, with a bronze script that reads ‘My soul found its mate in yours’ - which makes you smile as your fingers brush over the raised lettering on the card. Opening the card reveals a key card sleeve with a room number on it, as well as the remainder of the printed message for the card and the familiar scrawl of Youngjo's hangul in metallic to the left. The English printed on the right side is gold and makes you miss him a great deal despite having spoken to him just the night before. ‘I am eternally grateful that it did. I love you.’. Your eyes slip to the left to read the words Youngjo had written, tilting your head as you translate in your head.

‘My beloved Y/N,

You don't have to worry about checking in, you can just come up to the room. I put your key here to make sure you didn't need to ask because I know how anxious talking to strangers makes you. We're probably already going to be at rehearsal, so if you want to drop your stuff and come to the venue, just tell Georam and he'll bring you. If you'd rather stay and wait, that's fine, I’ll see you around seven or eight. Final dress rehearsal is tomorrow, so I hope you're ready for behind the scenes stuff, because we got it approved to have you there. I'm excited to have you at the show. I hope you're excited, too. I love you to the moon and back a thousand times.

Youngjo'

The words make your lips curve and you tuck the card into the pocket on the side of your suitcase, holding onto the key card as you watch the scenery go by.

“Are they treating you well, Georam?” You ask, looking up at the driver.

“Always, Y/N. They're good guys.” Georam answers, glancing at you through the rearview. “Did you want to go to the venue?”

“You know what…yeah. Let me drop my bag off and we can head over.” A nod moves your head as you lean back. You know the boys are expecting you to stay at the hotel after the trip, but you are excited to see them all. The last time all of you were together was months ago when recording for the new album began, and as much as you adore your boyfriend, you won't deny that you also miss the other five a great deal. After three hours of quiet music and chit chat with the driver, you walk into the lobby of the hotel, in awe of the place before you head up to the room and drop your bag off before returning to the car downstairs. The venue is barely a ten minute drive, and Georam pouts when you get out before he can get around, but you nudge him playfully and motion for him to lead the way. Backstage is crowded and you can hear the staff roaming around as they go over things, but the sound of music makes you pause in your trail behind Georam to follow the sound.

“Y/N?” Georam appears beside you as you near the shadowed area near the edge of the stage to watch, chuckling before giving a bow. “I'll leave you be.”

You nod in acknowledgement as he steps back into the fray, but your eyes are on the stage. The boys are mid-performance of your favorite song and seeing the new angle of them giving their all warms your heart. You stand quietly in the shadows as they go about rehearsal, content to just watch them go about their routine. To see the creative process is an experience in itself that you've never even said you wanted to witness out loud, and you don't want to ruin it. A tap on your shoulder distracts you as the boys go over the ment they plan to do, their laughter making you smile as you accept a bottle of water from a staff member before your gaze returns to the stage. It's akin to watching a masterpiece be painted, and you let yourself get lost in the moment. Time is lost as you take it in, and when the stage manager agrees the boys have done a great job, Geonhak is actually the first to notice you as he's the first to start towards the back.

“Y/N, hey!” He greets as he spots you, reaching to scoop you up into a hug and squeeze. You squeak in response, laughing a little as you hug back. “Missed you.”

“Missed you, too, Geon-ah.” You reply. “You guys look amazing.”

“Stage outfits are going to look even better!” Dongju chimes with a grin, and you don't hesitate to hug the maknae, back shifting to the stage in the action.

“I can't wait. I'm so excited for you guys.”

“You're not excited for yourself?” Youngjo asks, arms looping at your waist as he dips his head to nuzzle your neck. The gesture makes you lean into him, eyes closing for a moment before you turn in his embrace to face him and tuck your face into his neck, not caring about the sweat that sheens along his skin. “You smell delightful.”

“Thank you.” You muse, pulling back to pull him down for a kiss. The ‘aws’ and ‘cutes’ don't go unnoticed, but you don't care, the staff is used to your presence at the dorms so they're familiar with you. “And to answer your question, of course I'm excited. But seeing you guys go through rehearsal just makes it surreal for me.”

“You liked rehearsal?”

“I've always wanted to see a rehearsal process.” You admit.

“Why didn't you tell us? Youngjo-hyung could have had you picked up this morning!” Hwanwoong pouts.

“It's okay, Woongie. Just getting to see the second run through was amazing.” You promise, releasing Youngjo to hug the member closest to your height. “I can't wait for tomorrow.”

“Guys, I hate to break up our family reunion,” Seoho speaks up, a cool towel drapes at his neck. “But we should really get cleaned up so we can go to dinner.”

“Oh, dinner sounds amazing.” Geonhak agrees. “You're coming with us, right?” He asks you, and you arch a brow at him.

“No, of course not.” You say drolly with a playful look, trying to reach up and ruffle his hair, but he moves out of the way. “I'll wait outside the dressing room for you guys to finish.” You move to lean against the wall with your bottle of water, laughing as Youngjo steps close to steal another kiss before disappearing behind the door. You wait patiently, sipping at your water and scrolling through your phone, playing a little on your Tetris app while you wait. You can hear the six men inside talking, and it dawns on you how much they really do mean to you. Not just as someone who enjoys the music they work so hard on, but as family. You'd left a lot behind when you'd moved here, but you'd found so much more. You look up as the door opens, and you reach out to ruffle Hwanwoong’s hair. “You guys ready?”

“Almost.” Hwanwoong grins as he speaks, moving to hug you. “We love you, nuna.”

“I love you guys, too.” You chuckle, and the familiar feeling of a hand between your shoulders makes you look up and you turn into Youngjo on instinct to hold him close. “I love you most of all, though.” You muse to him.

“I'm glad you feel that way, jagiya.” Youngjo replied, tilting his head to lay a kiss to your hair. “Because there's something I want to tell you.”

There's a ball of panic in your gut, not sure what's about to happen. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is perfect. You're perfect; my moon and sun. I don't know what I'd do without you. You filled a place in me that I didn't even know was empty, and every day I love you more than I thought I could ever love someone.”

“Youngjo…” the words have emotion trapping in your chest as you look up at him, lower lip tugging between your teeth as he speaks.

“I want to take care of you, Y/N. I want to make you feel special and for you to know I would do anything for you. Anything.” One hand finds your cheek and his thumb caresses over your skin. It's not an uncommon gesture, but you can read his face very well.

“Baby, are you okay?”

Youngjo laughs a little, leaning to kiss you gently, resting his forehead on yours as he replies. “I'm great, I swear. But I would like to know if you would give me the highest honor of being your husband.” The words take a moment to process but when they do, you pull back to look up at him, eyes then going to the members nearby to make sure you haven't misheard. In the brief moments it takes to turn away and then back, Youngjo is kneeling with a small velveteen box of emerald green in his hand.

“Oh my gods, Youngjo…”

“Will you marry me, my beloved Y/N?* He asks properly. “Will you let me take care of you until my dying breath?”

Of all the possibilities your mind has gone through trying to figure out what your boyfriend and his members have been up to, this was not even remotely close to making the list. For a moment you can only stare, emotion in your chest keeping your words from breaking through as tears bristle in your eyes. All you can do is nod and when Youngjo opens the box, the ring is perfect, the band inlaid with leaves holding a single gemstone accented by a small diamond on either side. The moment he stands and pulls the ring from the box, Hwanwoong and Dongju cheer, which soon causes a ruckus of cheers and applause as Youngjo wipes the tears away and kisses you deeply, one arm secured at your waist as you kiss back enthusiastically with your arms around her neck.

“I love you, Kim Youngjo.” You whisper against his lips.

“And I love you, jagiya.” He answers. “Let's go have dinner, yeah?”

“I hope it's not too fancy. I'm not dressed for that.”

“You're beautiful, baby.” Youngjo promises, kissing you again. “And if anyone tries to say otherwise, Mrs. Kim, they'll have to deal with me.” The sound of it makes your face heat up and you tuck into him. “You like the sound of that?”

“Very much.”

Dinner is wonderful, filled with laughter and storytelling paired with delicious food, great company and pure joy. You ride back to the hotel with the boys and greet the staff still trickling on as you all head up to the floor where all the rooms are. Walking down the hall you say goodnight to Dongju, Seoho and Keonhee at one room, then Hwanwoong and Leedo as Youngjo stops at the room the two of you have. Hwanwoong and Leedo give one last congratulations and round of hugs before continuing down the hall to their own hotel room. Youngjo lets you go in first, allowing the door to close behind him as he walks over to join you on the balcony and wrap his arms around you from behind. He places a kiss on your temple, then rests his chin on your shoulder.

“I love you,” he whispers, nuzzling you gently.

“How long have you been planning this?” You tease, content to stand in his embrace as you look out over the city.

“A few months. Still didn't do it how I originally thought to.” He answers.

“What do you mean?”

“I originally was going to do it during the show tomorrow. Have you come out during one of the ments, show you off like you deserve to be.”

“What happened, then?”

“I saw you with Geonhak and Hwanwoong after practice. You were so relaxed and happy. The way you're so at home with all of us, with the staff. I needed the moment to be perfect, and that moment made me realize that it didn't need to be extravagant. It just needed to be the important people in our lives.” The words make you gasp a little, a hand covering your mouth.

“Oh, shit. I'll have to tell the guys at the cafe.”

“They already know. Seoho video called Chris.” Youngjo replied, which finally makes you pull away to turn and look at hi,.

“Wait. How did he-” you cut yourself off as your brain starts catching up. “What did you do?*

“Your family is all really far away, and you don't really talk to them, anyway. But I was going to do it the right way, and the closest thing to family you have here is the guys at the cafe. So on one of your days off, I went and asked Chris and the others for their blessings.”

“So they knew all this time?”

“I'd say about three weeks, give or take.” Youngjo confirms. “Why?”

“I just…they never even slipped. Not once.” You laugh a little, leaning back on the rail to look at him. “And I never thought anyone would ever-”

“You are a treasure and every person who didn't see that and treat you right deserves to be in your past.” Youngjo cuts you off, reaching up to run his hand through your hair. “I will do everything to make sure you know how important you are to me, how much I love you, every moment I can. I'm sorry you had all that pain before you came here, but I am making it my job to make sure you don't feel the way they made you feel ever again. I am yours, and yours alone, Y/N. Nothing could make me happier than being with you as we take this next step in our journey together.”

“I couldn't be happier that you chose me.” You admit. “And I'll be by your side for the rest of my life.” You pull him in for another kiss, your fingers carding into his hair. “Sooo, am I supposed to move into the dorms now?”

“Let's get through tomorrow and then we'll start moving my stuff.”

“Wait, will they let you move out of the dorm?”

“I don't see why not. I’ll have an apartment to move into, and it isn't like it's far from HQ anyway.” He mused. “Let's get some sleep. We start early tomorrow so we're ready for sound check.”

“As long as I get cuddles.”

“At any time you want, beautiful.”

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sassbasket · 1 year ago

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sunriseverse · 3 months ago

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4, 9, 18, and 29 for 35 Questions for Fanfiction Writers 👀

4. Are there any writers that inspire you?

shelly parker chan and k. arsenault rivera...............also olga ravn (the employees) and martha wells (murderbot).

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write?

pangzi.............so hard to get into his head :') very fun though

18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

i think objectively the funniest fic i've written is a tie between the dmbj "sex pollen" fic and the dmbj "impotence" fic for opposite yet equivalent reasons. the most batshit concepts played entirely straight because i'm physically incapable of writing things that aren't sincere anymore.

29. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

yeah when i first started writing m/e rated fics :) i wouldn't say i'm good at them necessarily but i definitely feel much more comfortable writing them now

#ask #ask meme

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t3kandson · 2 years ago

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Conflicted Love

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Firstly Thanks for at least finding yourself here, it means that your here to weigh up your views and not making an uneducated opinion.

It’s important that I reapply the declaimer I have on my Blog page ~~

"My Story’s is purely fictional and none of the happening events are even remotely true for the real characters. This is purely a work of fiction."

So for those who are probably ready to attack my Out of Character for Sehyoon should be reminded of the above ^.

I am a multi of over 100’s of Kpop (and other Asian music) idols/Groups and my ult of all ults is Sehyoon. I’ve written many Fanfictions of him and many different ranges of characters. Many include his true gentle loving personality that me and many love.

Also If many follow my story’s, if I’ve portrayed an idol negatively I will always redeem then character before it has ended. On the rare occasion I haven’t to fit the story, I’ve written declaimers to state it’s reasons and that the idols deserves love and support.

On my A03 I was attacked for this series that was written and half published BEFORE Ravn’s Allegations.

I paused the rest of the chapters being published while I took note of the situation. I made plans to remove and switch Ravn character with another, so that my story wouldn’t need to go to waste especially as I spent months working on this.

However, I held on to keeping Ravn in this fanfiction and after all the evidence I’ve viewed for my conscious, I feel he is innocent and will be continuing with Ravn in Conflicted love.

If at any point Ravn is found to be guilty of Sexual abuse I will Remove his name from this story.

Another Questioned put to me was why I refer the fandom to Oneus when he’s left.

Firstly like I’ve said repeatedly this was written BEFORE the allegations. Secondly because it’s my page and my work for me as I will explain further on.

Like Wonho is included under monsta X and Hwall under The Boyz. If your offended with that, then that is more of an issue with you not me!

If your continuing with me on this Ravn & Sehyoon journey thank you I appreciate it.

If your not and you go quietly thanks for listen to me Rabbling on.

If your a Ravn anti that’s here just to cause drama, know I don’t care. I don’t care for real drama (that’s why I write them instead lol) engaging with this is just going to have me laugh at you for being a 🤡. You won’t get me pissed off, annoyed or even have me reply, because everything I need to say is here in this! Condemn my writing if you need to, I won’t cry tears. I write for myself as some form of therapy. I would write if I had thousands of love or even none. If you still feel the need to continue negatively after knowing all this then it says more about you then me.

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starlit-serenade · 4 years ago

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ONEUS When They Accidentally Say Something That Hurts Their S/O

Summary: How would ONEUS react when they realize they accidentally said something hurtful to their S/O?

Word Count: 1,800 words

Pairing: Reader x Members / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Youngjo (Ravn); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Son Dongju (Xion);

Rated: E / Warnings: Very slight weight mention (Keonhee's) / Genre: Very slight angst; Fluff;

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Kim Youngjo (Ravn)

He would catch himself and apologize immediately. He would do everything in his power to keep you from leaving--he doesn't want you to be apart and leave an argument unresolved. And he'd beat himself up for hurting you.

You had entered the studio and spotted your boyfriend, Youngjo, hunched over the table with a headset over his ears, still hard at work. He was absolutely oblivious to the fact that it's almost midnight.

When you had asked him to come home with you, he had agreed. But you had mentioned that he hadn't been home all day, and said that he needed to take care of himself and that he's been neglecting himself, and he got upset.

"You wouldn't understand, you aren't an idol," he snaps. You freeze, and feel your shoulders sag and your heart drop.

Youngjo must see your face drop, because before you can turn back to the door to leave, he has his arms around you, hugging you, holding you tightly.

"I'm sorry, baby, I shouldn't have said that. That was unfair to say," he says. You don't respond, and he continues. "Please, don't go. That wasn't fair. I'm sorry, baby."

He pulls away and cups your face to look at you. "Baby, are you okay? Please say something."

You inhale. "That was mean," you say finally. He exhales, relieved that you've responded, and nods.

"Yes, it was. I'm a bad boyfriend," he says. "Let me apologize. I'll take a day off tomorrow, okay? Tomorrow, it's just me and you, okay?"

You sniff. "You don't have to. I just want you to take care of yourself."

"I want to," he says. "Let's go home, baby."

Lee Seoho (Seoho)

Seoho would have to be really tired or upset to say something hurtful to you, as he's usually very careful with his words. But he knows that whatever he said was not justified. The moment he realizes what he said, he'd apologize.

"Seoho," you call out when you arrive home. You kick off your shoes and head to the bedroom, where Seoho should be--his practice ends before your work. You two had planned to go out grocery shopping today.

"Seoho? Are you upstairs?" you ask as you climb up the stairs to the bedroom. There's no response, that came to my texts and didn't want me in my life I just wanted to be able and not just be you continue up. You note that the door is open, and peek into your bedroom to see Seoho on the bed, phone in hand. His eyes are trained on his phone, and he doesn't seem to even notice your presence.

"There you are," you murmur. He still doesn't respond, and you realize he has his earbuds in. You walk over in front of him and wave at him until he sees you and removes one earbud.

"Oh, Y/N," he says, blinking up at you. "You're home."

You nod. "Yup. I was calling for you. We should go grocery shopping before the sun's down, so we can have time to make dinner."

Seoho sighs, and mutters to himself, "Annoying."

You stare at him. "What? Excuse me? I'm annoying?"

He frowns at you, looking confused for a second before his eyes widen. "Wait, no, I didn't mean it like that. Let me explain."

He takes your hand and pulls you to sit next to him on the bed. You frown at him, but wait for him to explain.

"I was just. Exhausted from work. I meant that going out and being busy was annoying. God, Y/N, I'm sorry, that came out wrong," he says.

"No no, it's alright," you say, ruffling his hair, and he smiles sweetly at you. "Maybe I can go shopping for us?"

He shakes his head. "Stay with me."

"Mmkay. We can just order takeout today instead? And get groceries tomorrow?"

He nods, and you smile, pressing a kiss to his temple.

Kim Geonhak (Leedo)

Right away, Geonhak would realize he went too far. He'd stop right away and apologize profusely. He'd know that he needs a bit of space or a short break to breathe, before apologizing and talking with you.

"Geonhak, you can't not respond to my texts or anything and expect me to have made dinner for two ready," you say. "You've been missing dinner for the past week and have been eating it at , and when I asked if you wanted me to make dinner for us both tonight

"You wouldn't get it," Geonhak says dismissively. "You aren't an idol, we have schedules and practice. I couldn't find the time. But of course you wouldn't get it. I just don't have the time."

You pause, absorbing his words. "You didn't have the time at all today to text me, is that it?" you ask, eyes tearing up. "Alright. Well, I'll make sure to make lunch again."

You can see Geonhak's face change. His eyes widen in shock, and he reaches out to grab your hands before you can turn away.

"Y/N, I didn't mean it like that," he says. "I just had a really stressful day. That was wrong of me to say, I'm so sorry Y/N. Let me just. Take a breath in the next room for a minute, okay? I'll be right back, I need a second."

You nod, and he exits the room. You're used to this. Not him accidentally saying something hurtful, but him often getting too worked up and having to take a breath. But after that, it always works out.

When he returns, he apologizes again for what he said. And then, he explains that he did lose track of time, due to a surprise interview and loads of practice. You two talk it over much calmer this time, and he apologizes again for what he said.

Lee Keonhee (Keonhee)

Keonhee would never say anything mean about you, but he might say something a little harsher than intended, or maybe with a bad tone. But the moment that he realizes what he said, he would instantly stop and apologize profusely. He'd beat himself up about hurting you like that.

You're curled up on your bed with your head on your boyfriend Keonhee's chest.

"Keonhee," you say, and he hums in acknowledgement. "Keonhee, I'm gonna go get some snacks, okay?"

He nods, and you push yourself up off of him, your hand pressed against his chest, and he lets out a loud groan.

"Ohhh gosh, you're heavy, Y/N," he says.

You feel a feeling of embarrassment wash over you and mumble a quick "Oh, sorry," as you remove your hands from his chest quickly.

"Ah, wait baby!" Keonhee grabs your hand quickly before you can go. He sits up and moves so he can sit in front of you. "I didn't mean your weight. You just, you pressed down on my chest really abruptly and it felt heavy."

You tilt your head, sort of understanding him. But not quite. Thankfully, he continues.

"I should have said 'ow, you pressed down on my chest really hard,'" he says, clutching at his chest to demonstrate what he should have done. You laugh a bit at his silliness, but resume your pouting. He takes your hands and presses a kiss to your knuckles. "I'm sorry, baby, I misspoke. Bad boyfriend, bad Keonhee. I'm so sorry, baby."

"It's okay, Keonhee," you say. "Only if you get snacks instead of me."

"Deal." He presses another kiss to your knuckles. "Love you baby."

Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong)

Hwanwoong doesn't always watch his words carefully, so feelings might get hurt on accident at times. But once he sees that something hurt you, he'd stop himself and apologize.

"Oh my gosh, there’s is a little harsher and I'm really looking for something that can help me get my own stuff done and then I can an audition for a small dance group!" you say, pausing your scrolling through your social media at the sight of an advertisement. You look at your boyfriend who sits on the other end of the couch. "Woong, should I audition."

"Oh no, Y/N," Hwayoung says, shaking his head. You pause, and nod slightly. You know he doesn't mean it in a hurtful way--you don't usually dance--but you've always been itnterested in it, even before you met him, and you'd hoped that joining a group would be a start.

"Yeah. Maybe you're right . . ." you say, and you see Hwanwoong look up in surprise.

"I didn't mean it like that, Y/N, I'm so sorry it came out like that. I just meant you don't have the practice yet," he says, standing up. He walks over and takes your hands, kneeling in front of you. "When's the audition? I can help you practice before then. How does that sound?"

You nod, looking at him kneeling with his face inches from yours, and you feel the corners your lips lift. "Sounds great, Woong."

"Perfect, when is it?" he asks. You look at the date.

"Two weeks."

"Oh, that's plenty of time! I'm sure you could be better than me by then!" He pokes your nose and you laugh a bit.

"Thank you, Woong."

Son Dongju (Xion)

Dongju doesn't usually say mean things. but if a disagreement gets really bad, or if he gets really mad, he might get more easily caught up in his emotions or annoying and unintentionally raise his voice.

"Y/Nie," Dongju asks from the kitchen, and you look up from your spot on the couch.

"Yes DoongDoongie?" you ask.

"Did you see a bag of chips in the cupboard?"

"Oh yeah, I did," you say, worriedly. "Was that yours? I'm sorry," you say apologetically. "

He sighs. "Y/N," he grumbles to himself as he walks over and plops down on the other end of the couch from you. He pulls out his phone and starts scrolling, obviously fuming.

"Sorry, Dongju. Do you want me to go buy you some?"

"It's fine."

He shakes his head, "It's fine."

"Dongju--"

"Y/N, it's fine," he says. Not quite yelling, but his voice is definitely raised. You shrink into yourself.

"Alright," you say quietly.

"Y/N, sorry," he grabs your hand. "That was wrong. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that."

You nod, not meeting his eyes. "It's okay. It's my fault."

"No, no. I shouldn't have raised my voice." He squeezes your hand. "Y/N, can you look at me?"

You look up at him, and see he's pouting at you.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I really am. Forgive me?"

You nod, humming gently. "I forgive you. Do you want me to buy you more chips?"

He thinks for a second. "Let's go together, okay baby?"

You smile. "Alright."

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the-golden-choice · 3 years ago

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can I get a cutsie RAVN imagine with him and his SO cuddling and reading comic books but then they get into a MArvel vs. DC fight???? Please??? <3

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Mornings like these were your favorites, ones where you could just easily relax in the comfort of your own, rundown apartment. The living room that was always freezing, no matter what you did to the thermostat, didn’t seem all that bad while you were sitting with Youngjo on the small couch. The two of you were directly across from the tv, but neither of you made an attempt to turn it on. Youngjo had his back against the arm rest, his legs spread lazily along the length of the couch with you sitting right between them. His arms wrapped around your torso in order to hold a small comic in front of the two of you. Together you all flipped through each page, reading the words carefully and studying the colorful illustrations that went along with them.

“Are you done,” he asked quietly. You hummed in response, watching as Youngjo turned the page carefully, not taking any chance in ripping the page. He laughed quietly as the two of you read the page all about Tony Stark and his usual rich guy bullshit. You glanced up at your boyfriend, questioning his sudden reaction. Noticing your eyes on him and not the comic book, he laughed even harder.

You sigh, “What’s so funny?”

“I’m just thinking about how Batman is basically Iron Man,” he answered with a shrug. “They’re both rich superheroes who lost their parents and used their money to build suits that help them fight crime.”

“You know, technically Iron Man would basically be Batman.”

Youngjo rolled his eyes as he set the comic book down on your lap. “It doesn’t matter because Tony Stark's better than Batman.”

You gasped, turning to face your boyfriend. “Don’t you dare insult Bruce Wayne,” you yelled.

“What do you mean,” he questioned. “Literally everything in Marvel is better than DC.”

“No, no, no,” you started, standing up from your sitting position. “DC is and always has been superior.”

Youngjo scoffed, “Just considering the movies, Marvel is superior.”

There was no argument there, Marvel has been showing up DC's movies. That much you could admit. “I’ll agree that marvel has better movies,” you sighed. “DC has been fucked over when it comes to movies, but DC stories are so much better and darker.”

“They’re definitely darker,” he agreed. “But that doesn’t mean they are better.”

“DC’s characters all have interesting backgrounds and they're supposed to be these mystic beings that work for the good of humanity,” you started. You took a deep breath in order to prepare for your rant. “They include a perfect balance between action, tragedy, and comedy. DC started right after the Great Depression, so their entire purpose was to show that when humans work together they can get through hard times. DC’s comics provided a great sense of hope in a dark time.”

Youngjo rolled his eyes as you finished your monologue. Apparently, you felt very strongly about the whole DC vs. Marvel topic. “All of that may be true,” he sighed. “But Marvel focuses on everyday people becoming superheroes, and they cover more of the human aspects of being a hero. That’s why most of their characters don’t have superpowers at first.”

“True,” you accepted, trying to think of a new argument to support your opinion.

“Both are good,” Youngjo stressed, standing up. He moved over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Also true,” you replied, relaxing in his arms.

“Marvel and DC are good in different ways.”

“Yes, and I prefer DC while you prefer Marvel,” you explained. “That’s nothing to argue over,” you stated, walking back to the couch with Youngjo.

“Exactly, nothing to argue over,” he agreed. He pulled you down back onto the couch, returning to the position he was sitting in previously.

You nod for a second, eyeing him as he gets comfortable again. “But,” you start, drawing out the word for an unnecessary length of time. “DC’s better,” you conclude, shooting up from the couch and running out of the room. Youngjo rolled his eyes, laughing lightly at your childish behavior. You didn’t always act this way, but it was the mornings that he spent with you like this that he loved the most.

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sm-entertain-me · 4 years ago

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Come Back Home (M)

Contains: Kim Youngjo (RAVN) x (f) reader, adult language, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, featuring ONEUS, fingering, biting, marking kink, choking, creampie, supernatural!au, supernatural!ONEUS.

Synopsis: All you remembered was waking up in a cloud of darkness, surrounded by six men, each of them looking painfully familiar to you but you couldn’t remember why. For some reason, you trusted them, especially their leader Youngjo.

Darkness surrounded you as you awoke from what felt like a fever dream, your body trembling from the cold despite the room feeling a lot hotter than normal. You wanted to cry out for someone to help or at least tell you where you were, but you couldn’t find your voice. You didn’t understand what was going on or what you had done in your life to be in such a terrifying place, but for some reason, it felt familiar to you.

As you were in your own thoughts, you could hear footsteps to the side of you, causing your body to stiffen at the sound. The darkness never faltered and the sound of the footsteps kept getting louder, immediately forcing your heart rate to skyrocket from the fear of the unknown. Listening carefully to try and get a sense of what was going on around you, it sounded like the footsteps belonged to multiple people instead of a singular being. That certainly didn’t help your nerves as you could feel eyes on you, studying your every move.

“Wh-Who’s there?” You squeaked, finally being able to find your voice after what seemed like an eternity of laying there. Of course, the subjects that were now surrounding you never spoke a word, choosing to only watch the way your body shook and observing you quietly. When you realized you weren’t getting a response, you resulted to demands even though you were certainly not in a position to be making such a scene, “I said who’s there? Answer me!” The only answer you received after your demands was not something you were expecting as a soothing voice responded, “Do you really not remember us, jagiya?”

Although you couldn’t place a name to a face, you had definitely heard the voice before. You couldn’t remember if it was from a dream or from reality, but you had heard the man’s voice before winding up wherever you are now. In fact, you’re having quite a hard time differentiating between reality and your dreams at this point because the longer you stay in this room, you can feel yourself teetering between the two.

A deeper voice, the deepest voice you had ever heard, could be heard nearest to you as he interrupted your conscience, “Of course she remembers you, hyung. Look at the way her face lit up from your voice. She must’ve missed you the most.” You soon felt a hand on the side of your face, soft fingers caressing your cheek as you were forced to turn to your right. As the person’s fingers lingered on your face, you could feel a slight warming sensation spread through your face and start to trickle to your neck and shoulders. Confused, you pulled your head away from their grasp only to be met with another chill running down your spine from the cold. What is going on with you?

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll take care of you,” The first man’s voice whispered in your left ear this time, feeling his pillowy lips cascade along your ear. Goosebumps began to form over your body after realizing how close the mystery man was to you, the anticipation in your gut building with every passing second. Suddenly you felt the odd weight on your eyelids weaken, allowing you to open your eyes to reveal the mystery men to you.

There were six in total, each of them varying in height and hair color but each of them wore the same devilish grin as they watched your pupils dilate at the sight of them. The six men were dressed in black velour suits, looking agonizingly handsome as their eyes fell on various parts of your body. This made you look down since you couldn’t feel much fabric on you, seeing that you were dressed in black as well, but your outfit was much more revealing than that of the men. You were dressed in a simple black lace set, the bra made out of a beautiful onyx eyelash lace while the skimpy undergarments were a solid black lace, and your legs were adorned with delicate knee high stockings held up by the matching garter belt. You looked insatiable.

However, when you were admiring how you looked in the lace, you couldn’t help but notice a faint black mark forming on the inside of your right arm. You couldn’t make out the shape just yet as it looked fairly new, but you certainly don’t remember getting a tattoo of any sorts. After studying the mark, you looked back up at the men and waited for them to explain themselves since you are having a really hard time understanding the world at the moment.

“It’s common to forget, especially at your age. But let us explain ourselves,” The shortest member spoke up next, understanding your confusion. He then took a step forward and took your hand in his, stroking your hand with his thumb as he looked into your eyes, “I’m Hwanwoong, and these are my colleagues Dongju, Keonhee, Gunhak, Seoho and, the man who you’ll be getting very acquainted with tonight-” Hwanwoong was about to continue when you felt the familiar voiced man at your left side again, his hand resting softly on your shoulder, “Youngjo.”

Again, a steady stream of warmth could be felt from the man’s hand, traveling down your body to rest at your stomach but certainly wanted to go lower. Unknowingly, you tilted your head back and held your lips open to release a sigh that you never knew was approaching, your eyes becoming hooded as you began to relax into Youngjo’s grip. You couldn’t understand why you felt such a connection with him or why he made you feel so warm, but you honestly didn’t mind at this point. Something about him told you to trust him.

Even though you were promised an explanation from Hwanwoong, you never got one. Instead, Youngjo got impatient and ordered all of them to leave the room at once, but not before everyone of them got to send their farewells to you. Seoho was first, placing a gentle kiss on your hand. Next came Gunhak who was a little more straightforward by reaching out and placing a strand of hair behind your ear, kissing you on your cheek. Keonhee was next, kissing your hand like Seoho had done, but then bowed graciously to you. Then came Hwanwoong who opted to give you a hug first, wrapping his arms around you and then kissing the top of your head. Lastly was Dongju, who simply placed his finger under your chin and winked at you. It was at that moment that you became very aware that you were completely at the mercy of Youngjo.

Once Youngjo was certain you two wouldn’t be disturbed, he finally turned to you and smirked at you, “We’ve been waiting to see when you would come back home.” Home? “Of course, darling. This is your home after all. Surely you’ve noticed the mark on your arm?” Youngjo asked curiously, already knowing your answer since he watched you acknowledge it minutes earlier. Also, you were fairly certain you never spoke a word to Youngjo yet, so how did he know what you were thinking? Youngjo took this opportunity to unbutton the button keeping his blazer together, removing the fabric from his body to reveal his honeyed skin to you, noticing the familiar mark on his arm except that it was far darker on his skin than yours.

You couldn’t help but admire Youngjo’s body, feeling your mouth beginning to water at the sight of his abs flexing with every step he took towards you until he was crawling on the bed with you, stopping only when his lips were centimeters from yours. “You look absolutely divine,” Youngjo whispered, leaning forward to connect his lips with yours, you immediately becoming breathless in his embrace. Youngjo smirked against your lips as he leaned into your frame, laying you down completely beneath him as he began to deepen the kiss. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip to indicate his desire and you kindly obliged, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth.

Youngjo’s lips were intoxicating as he continued to steal both your breath and sanity away, barely paying attention to where his hands were going until you felt his fingers slip into your panties and prod at your soaked hole. When Youngjo felt how wet you were, you felt him groan into your mouth as he pressed not one, but two slender fingers into you. The relaxing warmth from earlier soon became a searing heat as Youngjo pushed deeper into you, pressing his lips harshly against yours to swallow the moans that spilled from your lips.

“Fu-fuck Youngjo,” you groaned against his lips, arching your back off of the mattress to feel as much as you could of his fingers as his thumb began to work at your clit, drawing sinful shapes into the bundle of nerves. Youngjo finally tore his lips from yours and smirked at the string of spit that connected the both of you, taking his tongue and licking his lips to break it while his gaze never broke from yours. You swore you could’ve cum from that face alone. But just as your high was building, it was quickly taken away as the feeling of Youngjo’s fingers spreading you open were quickly replaced by... well, nothing.

Wondering why Youngjo would deny you an orgasm like that, you propped yourself up to see Youngjo removing the slacks of his suit to reveal his thick cock resting in his hand. As your eyes widened from the sight, Youngjo chuckled at you while he continued to pump himself to his full length, “I didn’t want you to cum from just my fingers.” Once Youngjo was satisfied with the length of his cock, he grabbed your panties and ripped them from your body, smirking as he held the shreds of fabric in front of your face, “Oops.” You didn’t have time to scold him for ripping such a beautiful set because Youngjo managed to shut you up by sliding his cock deep inside of you.

The stretch Youngjo gave you had you arching so far off the bed that you were sure you almost broke your back, a staggered moan falling from Youngjo’s lips as he felt every ripple of your pussy. “Oh fuck, baby. You’re t-taking me so well,” Youngjo praised as he stilled against you, trying to get his bearings together before he came from just entering you. You were that addictive to him, and he was the same for you.

Youngjo finally got it together as he kept one hand on your hip to pin you to the mattress, taking the other one to place right next to your head to keep himself upright in order to fuck you as deep as possible. Youngjo then drew his hips back, groaning out from the wetness coating his cock and the tightness of your pussy, and then slammed back into you slowly and precisely to make sure he could hit your spot the first time. He could tell that he did by the way your eyes rolled in the back of your head, earning a smirk from him as he quickened his pace on you.

You couldn’t believe the depths that Youngjo could achieve as he fucked you with so much force that you honestly thought the bed was going to break as it slammed against the wall behind you. As you were being fucked senseless, your hands struggled to find purchase on Youngjo’s shoulders, so you opted for digging your nails into his back and leaving red marks in his skin. Youngjo threw his head back from the sensation as he looked down at you with all black eyes, moaning out, “Goddamn, please do that again.” And so you dug your nails deep into Youngjo’s skin, raking your nails down his back yet again, seemingly fueling the fire burning between you two as Youngjo slammed his hips against yours even harder than before.

It didn’t take long for you to become a hiccupping mess underneath Youngjo as you screamed his name from the top of your lungs, cumming extremely hard around his cock. Your nails were dug so deep into his skin that you were sure you drew blood at this point as you continued to lose your mind around Youngjo, sobbing from the pleasure. The warmth in your body burned the hottest it had all night and you could feel yourself becoming undone the longer Youngjo pounded into you. A part of you wanted Youngjo to stop because you were feeling so good, but the other part of you wanted him to keep going because it felt so good.

“Mmm god, babygirl,” Youngjo moaned in your ear, burying his face into your neck as his grip on your hips tightened to keep you in place to take all of his thrusts the way he intended. You could feel Youngjo’s hips begin to falter, indicating that he was extremely close to cumming. As a last ditch effort, Youngjo wrapped his hand around your throat while he sunk his teeth into the other side, drawing out beautiful red flowers to mark you as his and only his. Youngjo delivered one last thrust into you and moaned out your name as he came deep inside of you, biting down again on your neck, but this time feeling him break the skin from not being able to control his hormones.

Oddly enough, the area where Youngjo bit started to burn with the same heat you had felt when you two were having sex, immediately causing your eyes to open to see Youngjo smirking above you as he was still inside of you. He saw the look of panic on your face but simply shook his head, dismissing your silent question and wiping the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand, “I’ll explain later darling. Right now you need some rest.” Youngjo slowly slipped himself out of you and pushed his slender fingers inside your dripping hole, pushing all of his cum back to where it belonged before kissing you on the forehead, sleep immediately claiming you for the night.

What felt like hours had passed until you awoke again, opening your eyes to see that you were alone yet again, but you were in the same room as before. You slowly picked your torso off of the mattress and leaned against the headboard, trying to get out of bed but where quickly reminded that you received the hardest fucking of your life last night so walking wasn’t exactly the best idea. Instead you sat there and sighed, hoping that someone would come and check on you.

Soon you heard the door open, revealing all six boys from last night, all dressed in their signature black velour suits. All of them looked ravishing as always as they all smiled at you, Youngjo’s smile being a lot bigger than the others as he shot you a quick wink. Expecting him to come forward, you were pretty surprised to see Gunhak walking over to you and grabbing your hand, turning it over to examine your wrist. Much to your surprise, the faded mark had darkened into what seemed to be a sword with two half circles surrounding it, the exact same mark you had seen on Youngjo the night before.

“Welcome Home.”

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tomooniesandbeyond · 5 years ago

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Night Out

Summary: You get to spend time with Youngjo, and in the end, no matter how awkward some moments out with him can be- you love him and he loves you and you always have a good time.

When you decided to go out with Youngjo, you had been expecting to not be outside very much.

He had said he wanted to take you out to a café for coffee and pastries so that you two could spend some time together and you had agreed without hesitation.

Now-a-days it was like Youngjo was always busy with promotions or tours, or anything and everything in-between when it came to life as an idol. So, when he actually had the time to hang out with you it was quite the opportunity. And, just to add to that most of the time when you two got to hang out it was because you relentlessly begged him to go out with you somewhere in-between his events.

So, when he asked you to go out, you were beyond excited, and you were determined to make the night perfect.

You didn’t care about the weather. You still put on your cutest skirt, a pair of thigh highs, one of his favorite shirts and a pair of high heels.

You had been excited about it, checking yourself out a few times in the mirror just to make sure you looked cute. Which, of course, you did. You squealed with excitement and rushed to open the door the moment that you heard the doorbell ring.

“Look who it is!” You said excitedly, smiling brightly as you hung around the door frame. Youngjo raised his eyebrows at you, giving you the chance to observe your boyfriend. Every time you saw him you swore it was like you were seeing him for the first time.

His hair was ruffled, like he had been messing with it on his way over, and he was wearing a dark blue button-up over a black graphic tee. Beneath that he had a pair of dark jeans that fit his hips perfectly. You sighed dreamily.

“Ravn,” you swooned teasingly. He rolled his eyes, but a ghost of a smile crossed his lips at the sight of you and the way you spoke his stage name.

“How’s my girl doing?” He asked, making your heart skip a beat. You peeled yourself away from the door and did a quick little spin.

“She’s doing well, ready to go out with her boy,” you said shyly. Your cheeks were red as you watched Youngjo take in your figure, embarrassed even after all this time to have him look at you with such unfaltering focus.

“You sure that’s going to be an okay outfit?” He asked softly. “Don’t get me wrong-”

He held out his hand for you to take, and you did so without hesitation, letting him pull you into his arms suavely. You giggled a bit at the act.

“You look gorgeous… But it’s cold out.”

“I’ll be fine,” you insisted with a small swat to his chest. He smiled and slid his hand down, intertwining his fingers with yours. It made your cheeks grow even warmer.

You had missed being close to him. Really missed being able to hold his hand and feel his warmth and rest your head against his shoulder. He looked down at you as you two began to walk forward, watching as your eyes trailed across the outside scene around you.

He seemed totally content to be just watching you for a long moment, not even really seeming to want to say a word to you- even though you knew he must have a lot that he wanted to tell you. You pulled your eyes away from the streetlight and smiled at him.

“So what Café are you taking me to?” You asked him cheerily. “One we’ve been to before? A new one? Oh! Oh, can we get cheesecake?”

Youngjo chuckled and tugged you close to his side, finally tearing his eyes away from you to look at the cityscape around him.

“You’re so impatient,” he tutted softly. “But I’m taking you to a new place that opened around the corner.”

You smiled brightly up at him, tugging on his arm to drag his attention back to you.

“So, we can get cheesecake?” You asked him politely. He rolled his eyes, but his face was morphed into a large smile anyway.

“Cheesecake, hot chocolate, anything you want you can have,” he assured softly. He then bopped you lightly on the nose, making you smile happily.

“You know you spoil me, right?” You asked softly. He nodded slowly.

“I know,” he agreed with a nod. “But you’re my little princess. Always waiting for me even when I’ not around, I have to spoil you.”

It made you laugh a little.

“You’re going to make me into quite the little brat that way,” you joked pleasantly. He rolled his eyes lightly and pulled you to a stop right in front of a door. You glanced into the café, noting that it looked warm, and cozy and like the perfect place for a date.

Youngjo cleared his throat to gain your attention, and as soon as your eyes had caught one another’s gazes, he tapped his lips with his index finger pointedly. You obediently got to your tip toes and pressed your lips to his. Once you were back down on your feet he chuckled.

“My brat,” he mumbled softly. He raised his hand to your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your cheek bone. “Now let’s get you inside, your skin is so cold.”

He took your hand again and pulled the door open for you, leading you into the small restaurant. He walked you over to a table by the window and pulled out a chair for you to sit down at.

“I’m going to buy us something, you stay right here okay?” You nodded, and he set down his jacket over the back of his chair before heading over to the front counter. You knew that sometimes he could get carried away looking at what to get you guys, so you decided to just mess on your phone while you waited for him.

As you messed around you heard the door to the small café ring open, but you didn’t bother looking up.

Maybe that was your initial mistake. Not paying attention to who came into the small café, because when you heard a short gasp and a: “Y/n?! Is that you?”

You at least could have been a little prepared. But you weren’t prepared at all.

You jumped a bit, and glanced over your shoulder, surprised to find your old ex Minjoon standing there.

He looked… As much as you hated to say it, really good. He had on a grey tshirt on with a flannel thrown over top and a pair of dark blue jeans. He had always been a little obsessed with American culture and style (he was literally wearing cowboy boots he had bought in America), but it still looked really good on him.

He gave you a bit of a crooked smile when your eyes met.

“Oh, wow it is you!” He exclaimed brightly. You blinked and scrambled up to your feet rapidly.

“Sunbaenim!” You replied back, bowing towards him slightly. “It’s… Crazy to run into you here!”

“I could say the same thing to you,” he laughed. He reached forward and ruffled your hair as he looked you up and down. “You’re all dressed up, but you’re here all alone?”

“Well-”

An arm wrapped itself around your shoulders, and you jumped slightly, looking over at the person who was now holding you rather tightly. You relaxed when you saw that it was just Youngjo.

“Not all alone, just here with her boyfriend,” he stated pointedly. He turned his attention from you, to look at Minjoon, and when he did his expression hardened into a glare. You chided softly, elbowing Youngjo in the side lightly.

He flashed you an innocent smile which just made you roll your eyes slightly.

“Sunbae, this is Youngjo,” you said politely. Minjoon nodded, placing his hand on his hips.

“Youngjo huh? I thought you went by Ravn nowadays?”

You both fell silent, and Minjoon raised an eyebrow.

“I’m right, right? You’re in that new group Oneus? Under RBW?” He asked. Youngjo nodded slowly.

“What of it?” He asked.

“Nothing,” Minjoon replied. He looked at you and gave you a scary look- one that reminded you of why you two had broken up in the first place. “Just didn’t know that Y/n was attracted to pretty boys exclusively now.”

You sighed, wrinkling your nose slightly.

“Minjo-”

“You know she’s only with you because she thinks you are going to be famous right? I was training to be an idol for a while and the minute I left she broke up with me,” he stated, pointedly.

“I only broke up with you because-”

Youngjo shushed you with a brief touch to your shoulder. You looked up at him, not worried in the least that he would believe Minjoon. You had told him a hundred times about what Minjoon had been like. Possessive, obsessive, and controlling.

“You’re lucky she didn’t call the cops on you when she had the chance,” Youngjo said instead. “And I won’t be nearly as forgiving as she has been. If you don’t get out of here in the next ten seconds, I’ll risk my entire reputation to beat your stupid little face in.”

Minjoon, luckily didn’t have to be told twice.

He gave the two of you a hasty smile, and then rushed out the door.

“You shouldn’t have been so-”

“I know,” Youngjo replied. You sighed softly.

“Do you? It was dangerous,” you insisted. “I can handle Minjoon if it ever comes up again.”

“You just shouldn’t have to,” Youngjo mumbled. His hand came back up to your cheek and he cupped it tenderly. “I love you, you know that?”

You gave in to his touch but sighed instead of giving him what he wanted.

“Just go get me my hot chocolate?” You murmured. He looked wreckedat you not saying that you loved him back, but you weren’t about to give in to his whims. “seriously, you can’t risk your career like that for me. I’m just a girlfriend and in the long run-”

“Hopefully something more,” Yonugjo interrupted. He still looked a little hurt that you were trying to downplay their relationship, and you felt bad for it, but you hated it when he put you two before his career.

“You’re an idol, and I’m just… It just doesn’t make sense for-” Before you could finish anything, Youngjo’s fingers were wrapped tightly around your wrist, he pulled you close to him, resting his forehead against yours so that you had to look at him.

“I know it’s a little scary, but I love you,” Youngjo murmured. His grip loosened over your wrist and he slid his hand down so that he could intertwine your fingers with his. “But we also don’t need to talk about this right now.”

A pout crossed your lips, but you knew that Youngjo was right. It was a bit early on in your relationship for you to be having your first breakdown over the duration of the two of you. Especially when that breakdown could end up being a reason that he one day decided he didn’t need you in his life.

“Hot chocolate now, breakdown later?” You suggested. He laughed and nodded.

“Sounds perfect.”

You wrapped your arms across your chest, hugging yourself tightly as the two of you walked. He had asked you to go on a short walk outside after you two had finished eating which you had of course agreed to. You loved walking outside, no matter how cold it was.

You were trying hard not to make it obvious that you were totally regretting your wardrobe decision as Youngjo spoke. You hoped to god that he wouldn’t notice how hard you were beginning to shake. You loved being out with him, but god it really was starting to feel cold.

“So, then Gunmin-”

“Seoho,” you corrected with a small roll of your eyes. The boys were always slipping up on his change of name, even though he truly preferred to be called his new name over his old one.

“Right, Seoho went back to the grocery store for toilet paper…” He continued to speak about Seoho and Keonhee’s bizarre grocery store adventures and you listened you truly did, but you also looked around at the surroundings before you, tugging your arms closer to yourself.

Suddenly Youngjo started to move slightly as he spoke. He didn’t pause even for a second in his story, he just began to remove his outer jacket, sliding it from his arms and over your shoulders. You opened your mouth to protest the sudden extra layer of clothing but before you could say anything against it he spoke.

“You are freezing, don’t deny it. Just wear the jacket,” he murmured. It took some inner coaxing to actually not deny it.

“Thank you,” you murmured after a few long moments, pulling his jacket tighter against you. You smiled brightly. You suddenly felt so… Warm, and this jacket smelled just like him. You never wanted to take it off.

“You know you don’t have to pretend like you don’t feel the cold to me,” Youngjo stated. “You know that I don’t mind it if your cold or scared or clingy or anything of the sort.

Suddenly the cold was the last thing you were thinking about. Your cheeks were so warm that you actually suddenly felt too warm. Despite how nice his jacket smelled, all you wanted was to take it off and let all the cold air in, maybe that would excuse the color on your cheeks.

“I’m not-”

He interrupted you by taking the lapels of the jacket and slowly pulling you close to him. Your face burned with unspoken anticipation.

“You are,” he sang, his voice dropping an octave. “And you know what?”

He began to close the distance between you two, his lips so close to you that you could feel his hot breath tickling your lips. You suddenly forgot how to breath.

“What?” You asked uneasily.

“I love how you look in this jacket.”

His eyes slowly ran down your body, from your head to your toes and back up again. The smirk that crossed his face right afterwards, was downright devilish.

“You look sexy.”

Your face burned and you swatted Youngjo in the chest.

“Shut up!” It made him laugh and pull you closer with a sharp movement that had you stumbling into his chest. He gave you a peck on the lips at that, smiling into the kiss as he did so.

“Now let me get you home love. I think you’ve done enough walking for the day.”

Before you could say anything Youngjo scooped you up in his arms. You squealed, your fingers gripping at his shirt in surprise.

“Youngjo! Youngjo, put me down!!” You protested. “I swear to god, I will end you if you don’t put me down!”

“You’ve done too much walking in those silly heels,” he protested.

“I look good in heels, and it makes me a little bit closer in height to you,” you stated with a pout. He laughed and brushed his nose against yours.

“You do look good in heels, but you are awful at walking in them and I can tell your feet hurt,” he mumbled softly. You pouted up at him, but you didn’t bother trying to argue with him this time.

Your feet did hurt, and you knew that he wouldn’t accept any of your words if you tried to tell him otherwise. He was too stubborn for that.

So, you instead burrowed your face into his chest, trying to hide yourself from his attentive eyes. He laughed at that, his chest vibrating against your cheek. You smiled at that.

You didn’t know how you had gotten so lucky to get Youngjo to date you- but you really had struck out with this one. Not only was he considerate of the way that you felt at all times, he was observant. You didn’t have to tell him that your feet were hurting or that you were cold for him to pick up on it. It was nice to not have to outright say everything all the time (even though you knew you should at least try to communicate more openly with him at times).

You didn’t unbury yourself from Youngjo’s arms until you felt his walking stop. You dropped down to your feet and smiled nervously at him.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, in embarrassment. You began to fumble around in your pockets for your keys, not wanting to look Youngjo in the eye when you knew exactly what face he would be making at you. Even so you had barely gotten the key into the hole when he placed a hand on your shoulder and spun you to face him.

“You think you are allowed to go without a kiss?” He asked. You pouted but still got to your tiptoes to place a kiss to his lips. He smiled into it, placing a hand on the small of your back so that he could deepen it.

When you were finally allowed to pull away, you felt like you were burning.

“You’re so needy,” you mumbled with a roll of your eyes. He chuckled, still holding you close to his body.

“Well, your needy boyfriend wants let in to make sure you get to sleep,” he mumbled softly. “I think we all know how you are. Want to make sure you actually get into bed.”

You groaned and rolled your head to the side.

“You’re bossy too, you know that? Anyone ever said that to you before?” You asked him softly. You still pulled open the door, allowing him to walk into your apartment. He chuckled and took a step in, slipping his shoes off as he did so.

“Only you say that,” he stated. “So, I don’t think I have too much to worry about. You only say it when I’m right.”

You rolled your eyes as you pulled the door shut behind you.

“Well, you’re wrong about one thing,” you mumbled. “I really am tired. I don’t even want to brush my teeth or change or anything.”

As if to prove your point, you fell face down on the couch in your leaving room, letting your keys fall to the floor beside you. It made Youngjo chuckle to watch you fall down so dramatically like that. You could hear him rustling around with his jacket before he squatted down coming into your line of sight again.

“So, you’re going to sleep on the couch? In a skirt and high heels?” He asked you with a scoff. You nodded at him, which made him scrunch his nose.

“Oh sweetheart, you're ugly enough as is, you don't need any excuses to be uglier.”

Before you could accuse Youngjo of being rude, cause quite frankly ouch, he scooped you back up in his arms.

“You have to brush your teeth, and take off your makeup and change into your pajamas okay?” He stated. You whined and buried your face in his chest again as he carried you to your room.

“But, Youngjo-”

“Eh-” he blurted out. “Just listen to me.”

He set you down, rolling his eyes at the expression on your face.

“But-”

“But nothing,” he interrupted again. He bopped you on the nose again and then walked over into your closet. He reemerged only a moment later with a shirt and a pair of pajama pants in his arms. He pushed them into your arms and then began to navigate you into the bathroom. “You have ten minutes before I come in.”

You pouted but this time you didn’t protest. You just wrinkled your nose and let him shut the door behind you. Once you had finally gotten yourself changed and your teeth brushed, you peeked out the bathroom door, pouting a little at him. He glanced up at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Did you really brush?”

You rolled your eyes.

“You know you’re not my dad, right?”

He gestured for you to come closer with a small crook of his finger and you did so without question. Once you were close enough to him, he placed the pad of his thumb on your bottom lip. He leaned close, and after a short moment gave you a small peck of the lips.

“What a good girl you are,” he praised lightly. Your cheeks turned deep red at his words.

“Will you let me sleep now?”

He laughed.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled. “Get some rest, I’ll see you again soon.”

You took a seat on your bed, crossing your legs under your body.

“See ya,” you said in farewell.

He stared at you for a moment, at first just quietly looking at you. Then he walked up to you, catching your chin between his fingers.

“I love you,” he murmured. He then paused, his lips hovering above yours. You waited for him to kiss you… Until you realized he was waiting for you first.

“I love you too,” you mumbled. He rewarded you with a kiss to the lips, and then with one last wave, he disappeared out your bedroom door.

You smiled to yourself.

You would see him soon.

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bus-stop-to-kpop · 3 years ago

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Rejected (Ravn x Reader)

Pairing: Ravn (Kim Youngjo) x gn!Reader

Requested?: Yes

Genre: hanahki!au, angst

Trigger Warning!!: death of a character, mentions of throwing up, suffocation

Summary: After getting rejected by your classmate, you start suffering weird symptoms.

Word Count: 2,004

A/N: It’s my first time writing hanahaki disease, but i still hope its okay. Enjoy it my friends (*^▽^*) -Admin J

It all started when you decided to confess your feelings on this year's valentines day. Even bringing homemade chocolate for a certain boy in your class. Kim Youngjo.

Sure he was rather shy and quiet but he was utterly handsome and kind. He had caught your eye on your first fay and everything he did made you fall for him more. Whether he helped you with homework, gave you his notes when you had missed class or offered to carry your books when your hands were full. It felt like you had found your soulmate and you were sure he felt the same. Why else would he be that nice to you?

So you were convinced your confession would go just fine. "Youngjo!" you called out to him when all students started to leave the classroom for lunch break. You waited until only the two of you were left in the room before you pulled the chocolates from your bag and held them out to Youngjo.

He looked unsure and his eyes wandered from you to the chocolates in your shaking hands. Why wasn't he taking them? You were more nervous than you expected to be. With a deep breath you blurted out three words, "I like you!" Inching the chocolates closer to him.

When he hesitantly took them your heart skipped a beat. He liked you too! He accepted your confession! This feeling didn't last long when he opened his mouth to speak,"Y/N. I- I'm sorry." His voice was pitiful, as he was trying had to find the right words, to make this rejection as painless as possible. "You must have gotten the wrong idea. You seemed to struggle that's why I was helping you, I didn't mean to lead you on or anything. I'm very sorry Y/N, but I like someone else."

There was a sharp pain in your heart, as if someone had stabbed a knife through it and a lump was forming in your throat. "Oh." you said, "I misunderstood." You couldn't pick your head up, too afraid that Youngjo might see the first tears forming in your eyes. He excused himself to lunch, before he put the chocolates back on your desk.

When the door closed behind him you finally let it all out. The pain in your heart even made you collapse to the ground. It took you a while to calm down and go to throw the chocolates in the trash, trying to get rid of the remains of your failed confession. If he liked someone else he shouldn't have acted like that with you. He should've just let you struggle.

There was a heavy feeling, as if someone was applying pressure to it and the lump in your throat was still there. You thought it would disappear after crying, but it felt as if you had choked on something and it was stuck in your throat. With every minute it was getting harder to breath.

After lunch the students returned to the classroom, they were cheerful and loud no one besides Youngjo seemed to know what had happened while they were gone. Good, it should stay that way. The feeling in your throat started to became so persistent that you couldn't help but have a coughing fit, hoping whatever was blocking your airways would go away. Luckily the rest of the class was loud enough for your coughing to go unnoticed, but only until the teacher came. You were trying your hardest to keep quiet, but every few minutes a cough erupted from you. It was starting to annoy the other students, they kept on throwing annoyed and angry looks your way. Even the teacher eventually couldn't hear it anymore, "Y/N if you're not feeling well go to the nurses office. You're interrupting my lesson and making it hard for everyone else to study!" His voice rang loudly through the classroom as you apologized and slowly stood up to make your way to see the school nurse.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" She asked upon watching you enter her office. It was hard to talk with the lump in your throat so you pointed to your heart before choking out, "It hurts.", right after, you went into another coughing fit. The nurse sat you down on one of the beds and checked your temperature and other things, "Everything seems to be fine though. Can you elaborate your problems further?"

You wanted to, really, but nothing came out. After another cough there was a red patch in your hand. Panic struck you, were you coughing up blood? However upon further inspection you realized it wasn't blood, but rather the petal of a red rose.

Before you could question it further you felt something coming up your throat. When the nurse realized you were retching she handed you a bucket to throw up in. Just a few seconds later it was filled with petals of red roses. "Is this some kind of joke you kids are trying to play on me? Get out." The nurse got angry, thinking you were playing tricks on her. But you weren't.

You didn't know what was happening either. Were you hallucinating? Did you really just throw up rose petals? How was that even possible? The pressure on your chest got a little better after throwing up, the lump in your throat as well. But that would change again soon. Deciding to go home instead of back to class you exited school swiftly.

At home you went to bed, trying to forget about everything that had happened, hoping you would wake up and it was all just a bad dream. As you thought about Youngjo's rejection to your confession the sharp pain in your heart and the nauseous feeling came back. You had to run to the bathroom to make it in time to throw up in the toilet.

Red! Red petals once again. The uncertainty of whatever was wrong with you made you cry. You were sitting in the bathroom hugging your knees and crying, once in a while coughing up or throwing up flowers. With every minute it was getting harder to breath it felt like you were dying. Never before had you been in this much pain. Not only emotionally from getting rejected, but also physically.

~*~

The next morning you woke up on your cold bathroom floor. It was still hard to breath but it wasn't as bad as before. Despite the ache in your chest, you went to class. It felt as if you were getting accustomed to the new feeling, or so you thought.

As soon as Youngjo entered the classroom the nausea and the suffocating feeling come back. You had to storm out of the classroom, accidentally bumping the boys shoulder on your way out. Youngjo looked after you with a worry written all over his face. You've been acting weird since he rejected you yesterday. Could it be you were acting like that because of him?

He decided to follow you to confront you about the way you were acting. He called after you to stop but you didn't stop. When you entered the restroom, Youngjo was stuck waiting for you in front of the door, but it didn't seem like you would come out any time soon.

The bell rang, indicating that first period just started, but you had still not come out. Youngjo sighed, when he was about to turn away he suddenly heard a weird sound coming from the inside of the restroom. Could it be you were sick? Did you need help. After all Youngjo decided to go inside, only to find you leaning over the sink with tears streaming down your face and barely being able to hold yourself up.

When you spotted Youngjo standing behind you through the mirror the petals came up once again and blocked your airways completely. At this point you had figured that Youngjo was somehow connected to whatever was happening to you. The closer he was to you, the worse you felt.

His eyes were open in shock as he watched you throw up a flood of flower petals. What was going on? Where you okay? Before he could question you on it he watched you fall unconscious. "Y/N!", he called out and rushed to your side. He acted on instinct, calling 911 to get help as quickly as possible.

The medics looked at him weirdly when he tried to explain he had just watched you throw up flower petals, they too thought it was some kids trying to play jokes on authorities, but there was no denying that you needed help as you were still unconscious. So they decided to take you to the hospital with them to get you checked out. Originally Youngjo wanted to come along with you, but the medics told him to stay in school and get back to class, they would take care of you and he could come see you once your better.

However, Youngjo decided to skip first period and rather go to the library. The image of you throwing up flower petals was burned into his mind. Was there any disease that made you do that? He couldn't find anything about it.

~*~

The news that you had been admitted to the hospital spread quickly. There was a vague official statement from teachers that you had been put into artificial coma, so many people started spreading rumors. Some said you had tried to commit suicide, others said you were sick or that you just pretended to skip school, but no one actually knew the truth. It made Youngjo furious, adding to the anger that he didn't know what exactly was wrong with you either even though he had witnessed what had happened.

The incident was now already a week ago, but Youngjo still couldn't forget about it. He really wanted to know what was going on with you. You were obviously sick but how bad was it? Then he spotted an opportunity during biology class. "Teacher! Is there a disease that makes you throw up flower petals?" He spoke up in the middle of class. Everyone looked at him confused, but he was determined to find an answer.

"A disease that makes you throw up flower petals? Youngjo where have you heard of that?" The teacher asked, raising an eyebrow. Youngjo shrugged not wanting to tell the whole class about what he had witnessed. "Well, I never heard of anything like that in real life." His teacher started, "However, there are some poems and novels that talk about a disease like that. The scientific name for it would be Hanahaki disease. Personally I wouldn't classify it as an actual sickness." Youngjo was confused, so you had some kind of fictional disease? "The cause of Hanahaki disease is one sided love. When the victim's feelings do not get returned they start throwing up flower petals." His teacher explained further. Youngjo put the pieces together. So you were sick because he rejected your confession? He was scared to ask, "Is there a cure for it?" "Well, if the victim's beloved starts to return their feelings the victim gets cured of the disease."

Youngjo's heart dropped, "W-What if the feelings don't get returned?" "Then the victim will probably suffocate from the petals filling their airways. A quite crucial death." The biology teacher sighed. So it was Youngjo's fault you were sick and in the hospital, with some kind of fictional disease? It seemed so unreal.

~*~

A few days later the homeroom teacher entered the classroom with a grim face. Her announcement made Youngjos heart break. "This morning I got a message from Y/N's parents. Y/N died yesterday evening in the hospital, there was nothing the doctors could do." Yongjo didn't know what to do, his whole body felt numb. It was his fault you were dead! It was all his fault! He felt sick, almost as if he had to throw up.

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eternalmingki · 2 years ago

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hongjonghosblog · 3 years ago

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A/N:Hi, babe!!!! Your request is here!!!! I hope you enjoy this!!!!! Also, please gain some self-confidence!!!! You should love your body, just because you are incredible the way you are, babe!!!!

When their s/o starves herself (Oneus reaction)

Genre: Reaction

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Ravn:

~you had always had a very low self-confidence and he was informed about that

~he was always trying to persuade you that you are totally perfect just the way you are, but all of his efforts had been wasted

~someday, he found you trying to make yourself sick, something that made him panicked and he made the decision to call an ambulance and take you to the hospital

~he was on your side during the whole day and you were really thankful to him when you finally got cured

Seoho:

~"I am not going to leave you alone until you eat all of your food! Please, baby!!!! I cooked it just for you!!! Do me this favour!!!", Seoho nagged, but he could not change your mind

~"Seoho, look at me! I have gained a lot of weight this month! I should come back to the normal! I don't want to wear the large clothes size!", you begged him to leave, but he denied

~"Baby, your body is the same as the previous month! You have not gained any weight! Also, who says that it is normal to starve yourself, just to look good? I ensure that you look perfect the way you are! Now, eat this! Or I am going to feed you! And you don't want this!", he said

~"Thank you for caring about me!!!", you said and you smiled. "This is what a good boyfriend does! Eat it now, Y/N!", he said and he put the plate closer to you

Leedo:

~"Y/N!", he screamed, when he came back from the dance practice and he found you laid on the ground

~"Y/N, please, talk to me!". You were not able to talk, because you had lost your senses

~when you finally woke up, Leedo was right above you. " What happened, Y/N?", he asked you. "It's just... It seems like was starving myself for a lot of days and I should not have overdone it...", you said. "Oh my gosh, Y/N! You are such a fool, my love! Why would you starve yourself?"

~"I just want to look pretty for you!", you said and you started crying. "Babygirl, you are already pretty! You don't need to do all of these! Come on now! I am to order you some pizzas! You should be really hungry!", Leedo said and helped you to stand up

Keonhee:

~you had made the decision to go out for lunch with your boyfriend, Keonhee. He had made this suggestion and you couldn't reject

~you just had in your mind that you were not going to eat nothing but just a salad

~"Why didn't you order anything, baby? You are going to be hungry afterwards if you eat only a salad!", he said. "I do not eat a lot these days, because I have gained some weight and I want to lose it!", you said

~"Oh, no! You didn't say this! Girl, what are you doing with your body? Skipping meals just to look "perfect" is the worst thing to do! Stop it now! I am going to help you end this!". You were not able to say a word, as he ordered you food. "You eat this and then we are buying ice cream! Come on! Do it quickly!"

Hwanwoong:

~"Hwanwoong, I am going to start a diet!", you announced to your boyfriend. Hearing those words, Hwanwoong was really surprised because of your decision. That's why he asked you to tell him the reason why you were going to do this

~"Look at me! I AM FAT! All of my friends look like super models! I can't go out with them and be ashamed of my own body!", you said

~"You must be kidding me right now, Y/N! Are you listening to your words? Are you feeling bad, because your friends don't have the same body as you? You are not going to start this diet! I don't want you to be like them!", he shouted

~"But, Hwanwoong...". "And if you try to starve yourself in another way, I will be here to stop you! You should finally love yourself, Y/N!", he said and he came close to hug you

Xion:

~it was really shocking for him that he found you swallowing pills, without a doctor's advice

~"Tell me right now the reason why you do it! Do you want to die? Thanks goodness I came back home! Y/N, where did you find them?", Xion shouted

~"They are pills that help you lose weight! I just wanted to change this ugly body! I totally hate it! The only thing I want is to get rid of it!", you said and you started crying

~"Baby, this is really serious! If I was late, you might have been dead! Please, stop! Think logically! You are perfect! Your body is perfect! Now, let's get rid of these pills!", he said and he thrown the pills away

The end

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ANY POSITION

(Last Chapter)

Its already seven o’clock in the morning when Keonhee arrived at his apartment. His sluggish step force him to drag his heavy body into the living room. He was pretty sure that he is in the sober condition to walk up the stairs. Alice put something in his drink. That’s why he couldnt to fucked with her all night long. He didnt realise about the light around when he opened the door. In the blink of an eye, a slight of someone’s silhouette surprise him. That man sit on the sofa, with a birthday cake and a whole bottle of beer in front of him.

“Hyung?” Keonhee stand on his feet like a statue. He even cannot manage his body to get closer.

That man turn around and stared at Keonhee with a sharp gaze.

“Where have you been?”

Keonhee tried so hard not to show flustered face. He even smiled. For the sake of his life, he couldnt figure out why he could bring himself to act like nothing happened.

“Do you know what time it is?” asked Youngjo while get up from the couch.

“Hyung, Im not a child. And what are you doing here, exactly?”

Youngjo looked away from him in disbeliefe. “You forgot our anniversary?”

His answer makes Keonhee suddenly burst into a laughter. “Our what? I think you’re the one who forget that we already ended up this shit.”

Without another response Youngjo grabbed Keonhee waist and pushed him hard into the wall. He got mad and upset like he was ready to kill someone today.

“You bastard! I told you not to mention that we broke up because I feel like I never ended this relation ship. And how dare you to avoiding me like this, huh? Do you know I’ve been waiting for you all night long like a stupid dumbass while you’re make out with random slut.”

Keonhee shutted his eyes for a moment. Every words from Youngjo’s lips feels like the bullets that keep shooting him up and wrecked his heart. The fact that he would gaze at Youngjo with a face devoid of resentment hurt him more.

“She’s not a slut, Hyung. She treats me well.”

“I dont give a fuck,” shouted Youngjo. “Are you betraying me on purpose? You want to make all this getting worst?”

Keonhee squinted his eyes. “What do you mean? Its clearly that you’re the one who messed things up.”

“And you never give a chance to me to explain everything. You choose to go on date with her like nothing happened.”

“Its not a date, Hyung.” Keonhee keep tried to deny.

“I couldnt take a sex as date too.”

For a moment, the silence stay between them. Keonhee feel hurt on his waist but he hold it a little longer since he knows how mad Youngjo right now. That man looks so selfish and mean but he realized that’s what make him love his professor so much. He covered all the feelings with some rude ways to show it, and suddenly he felt relief when he saw that Youngjo still has jealousy for him.

“I don’t even know what are you angry for.” Keonhee said with a low voice.

Youngjo move his hands. Now he reached Keonhee’s collar and grip it. He was burnt into his own emotion followed by the anger.

“Stop this bullshit, Keonhee. You know very well what makes me insane if its related to us. I wont let anyone touch you. You’re mine and no matter how bad this condition, I would never let anything wreck us.”

“You’re the one who should stop.” Keonhee retorted in a second. “Im sick and tired of this, Hyung. Just let it go. We can_”

“SHUT UP!!”

Suddenly Youngjo punched his fist on the wall. Its almost hit Keonhee’s face, but the fact that Youngjo would never hurt him physically makes him didn’t have another choice than hurt him self. Keonhee close his lips tightly. His eyes getting wider while looking at the blood on the wall. He move his eyes slowly to Youngjo. That man refused to look back and hide his heavy breath by bowing his head. Keonhee feels like all of his body shivering. Its not the first time he saw Youngjo lose himself, but it is the very first for Youngjo released his anger with torturing way. His mind now occupied with mostly of confusion. He was about to cry and try to reach Youngjo’s trembling hand.

“Hyung.”

Now his voice sounds full of sympathy. Its sounds pathetic yet full of missing him in some other way.

“Are you really that mad? Im a hurt you?” asked Keonhee. He gulped and tried to catch his own breath.

“Stop blabbering about us ended up like this, Keonhee. I tried my best to fix everything. If you wanna know the truth, Im more suffering than you ever think. I was sick of it for a long time, loving you like a moron and turn into lunatic person everytime you try to turn away from me. We got deeper than we think before and now you want me to get sink all alone?”

Tears drop on Keonhee’s cheek. He couldn’t believe that his love could take him to this level. His last long night with Alicia feels like nothing while he’s looking back at Youngjo and realise that he only want him to be his partner of life.

“I wont ask and beg more. There’s no use to force you in this wrong circle.”

Youngjo moved his hand away and took his coat on the coach.

“You sure you wont regret it this time, Sir?” asked Keonhee. His tremble and sad voice make Youngjo stay still but keep turning his body not to see that guy.

“I dont wanna give all my heart by hurting you like this.” Youngjo answered. “Im afraid I will do something more dangerous. We dont even know what’s on our mind if it lose its insanity.”

Keonhee step foward and hug Youngjo from the back. He can feel the tension on that man still hype up all around his body. The heat through his skin remind him of so many beautiful hot night that they spent together.

“You said you tried to fix something between us, may I know what was that?” asked Keonhee while burried his face into Youngjo’s neck.

“I gave up with my position in our campus.” Youngjo sighed so hard.

“You what?”

“I resigned.”

Keonhee turned Youngjo’s body so he can take a look in the eye.

“Hyung, are you serious? But why?”

He turn away his face in dramatic gesture. Something funny to see if its not in such a critical situation.

“Its all for you. I need to choose and I wanna choose you.”

“No, you dont have to go this far.”

Keonhee stared at Youngjo anxiously. Gosh, that man look so ridiculous and pathetic right now. His eyes turn to red and watery. Keonhee pretty sure that this is the lowest level of Youngjo’s defense. He reached Youngjo’s finger and kiss it.

“I’m still able to work at my agency. They need more songs to prepare the debute of some artists.” That man tried to explain everything easily. “I dont wanna drag you into a trouble because of this relation ship. You know people wont take it as something acceptable in our society. You deserve some respects and I’ll make sure they respect you as one of the smartest student. We’re not late for avoiding affair.”

Keonhee cannot hold back his emotion. He scooped Youngjo’s face and give him a slight kiss on the lips.

“Oh baby, I think I gave you too many trouble. Im demanding in so many ways all these times.”

“Dont you fret too much. This is what you want, right? A sacrifice? Because I hate being trapped in such unnecessary melodrama anymore and I always be the one who deserve to get blamed for everything.”

Keonhee cant help it. He was so speechless and take Youngjo’s injured hand.

“I’ll treat your wounds. You’re such a fool.” Keonhee pout his mouth.

Youngjo’s dropped his coat on the floor and pulled Keonhee closer.

“Who need a medicine right now? I only need you.”

“Baby...” Keonhee hissed while Youngjo take off his coat and began to kiss him.

“You really like to tested my limit, huh?”

“About what?” Keonhee hold his breath when Youngjo start to pulled out his pants. He sat on the couch with uneasy feeling because he get horny faster than he could ever think. Especially when he staring at Youngjo’s dark eyes right now.

“About threatening me with your plan to leave, or to end up all of this.”

Youngjo climbed up again, facing Keonhee’s chest and give some marks. What a beautiful hickeys to see and melodic moaning to hear in the morning.

“Hyuungg ... aahhh ...”

Keonhee bite his lips and stroke Youngjo’s hair. Youngjo moved down below. Within his little tickish bite on Keonhee’s stomach and thigh. Right after his head laid between Keonhee’s croctch he can heard Keonhee’s gasp.

“You smell like a bitch and I can tell you who is she,” said Youngjo while he was busy to squeeze Keonhee’s dick.

“How its taste like? Her pussy is good?”

“No, hyung. Nothing’s better than your tighten dick.”

Youngjo smirk like a demon. “That’s why I like you all this time, smooth talker.”

“Really?”

“How bout it?”

Keonhee almost scream desperately when Youngjo swallow his dick slowly. Youngjo’s warm mouth is everything he need.

“Hyung aahh.... aahhh...”

He poked his pelvis so his penis could digging deeper into Youngjo’s mouth. His hand reach Youngjo’s finger and lick it. Keonhee’s eyes narrowed and he couldnt tell what was going through his mind. Yungjo crawled up and they kissed again. Its snowing outside. The snowflakes seems wont ever stops so they are.

“I hate this smell,” he sniffed towards Keonhee’s neck. “What did she do to you?”

“Dont imagine.” He whispered while enjoying Youngjo’s tounge swap his ear.

Youngjo burst in anger, he laid Keonhee down on the couch immediately and pointed his dick into Keonhee’s mouth.

“Come on, bunny. Here’s your main dish. That bitch is nothing except a leftover food for you, right?”

Keonhee started to lick lightly. He did it in annoying way which makes Youngjo one hundred percent excited. His tounge only touch the tip and play on it to make it more hardened. Just another powerful way to hear Youngjo’s seductive groaning. Keonhee’s finger wont never stop to touch. He fondled Youngjo’s ass boldly like its belong to his hand.

“Just let me in,” he’s begging. His stare look so dark from this bottom place. “Of fuck, Keonhee what are you doing?”

“Celebrate our anniv?”

Youngjo glanced at the cake and poke the whipped cream. He put his finger into Keonhee’s mouth.

“Strawberry, your favorite.”

Keonhee smiled widely and poke another whipped cream then smear Youngjo’s dick with it. He pull down into his mouth and it was a good flavour to suck deeper than before.

“Aaahhhh bunny, mmmyeeaahhh .... owh shit.”

“Dont cumming yet! I wont let you.”

“But its to good baby.” He keep pushing back and forth.

Their sex always be nastiest when Keonhee start to play the game. He really know how to coddle Youngjo with his own calm maneuver. The penetration will take more time to enjoy after Youngjo thrust his dick behind the back.

“Hyung please, harder ....” asked Keonhee while Youngjo busy pushed inside his anal.

He slap Keonhee’s ass and make him scream in whining. Keonhee put his arm around Youngjo’s neck. He tilted his head, look at Youngjo’s tense face. One of the Youngjo’s hand strangle on Keonhee’s neck. He couldn’t refrain for kissing Keonhee’s chapped, red lips. Their breath collided in the air. The heat is unbearable and getting hotter.

“Oh shit, fuck it.” Keonhee’s murmured desperately.

“Let me cum inside, will ya?” asked Youngjo with heavy breath.

Keonhe only can nodded his head. The warm liquid fullfil his asshole when Youngjo start screaming. He didnt give Youngjo time to rest. Right after his dick revoked, he pushed Youngjo under him and put the dick into his mouth.

“I want you taste it as much as you can.”

Youngjo sucked it hard. Now his mouth full with Keonhee’s penis from the tip to the half.

“Hyung aahhh... dont stop ...”

Keonhee’s ass move nimbly. He’s getting excited since Youngjo tightened his mouth and his tounge touch every side to side of his dick.

“Aahhh .. ahhhh...”

The whining sound from Keonhee keep surround them. Youngjo couldn’t tell whether Keonhee was crying or too happy for it.

“Ah, shit, hyung. I ...”

The sperm spurt inside Youngjo’s mouth. Keonhee leaning over his hip while gripping Youngjo’s head. He yanked out a minute later and lay down his tired body on Youngjo. Both of them tried to manage their breath and heartbeat. For a moment they drawn into the silence. Keonhee closed his eyes and start to fee exhausted. Youngjo wont ever stop after once and always ask for another. He was so afraid that he wont be able to walk for a week. Its been a month or maybe more since they haven’t make out.

“Hyung,” called Keonhee in his husky voice.

“Mmmh?”

He can feel Youngjo’s finger on his hair. Stroke it with calm gesture and full of love.

“I miss you so much. Dont leave me again.”

Youngjo hug Keonhee and let their sweaty skin stick to each other.

“Never been anywhere. Unless you told me so. I’m so afraid. I dont wanna lose you and let you fuck with someone else.”

“Because Im yours? Your bunny slave?”

“Because I love you, you idiot!”

Keonhee smiled and cover his blushy face under Youngjo’s neck.

“I love you too, Hyung. I think I will tell my parents about us.”

Youngjo surprised and take a look at Keonhee to see that he is serious about what he said just now.

“Not in a million years,” he said.

“Sooner or later, they have to know about this. Especially since I wont let you go again.”

The embrace getting tighter. Youngjo kissed Keonhee’s forehead and move down below.

“I love morning sex,” Youngjo’s whispered while bite Keonhee’s lower lips.

“I love strawberry flavour om your dick.”

Both of them burst into laughter. Youngjo suddenly get his body up and pulled Keonhee with him.

“What are you gonna do?” asked Keonhee following him to the bathroom.

“Take a shower and clean you up. I hate smelling the scent of that slut on your body.”

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whattodowithkpop · 3 years ago

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Blind Senses (Ravn)

Title: Blind Senses

Pairing: Reader x Ravn (Oneus)

Genre: Fluff, Spice, Superhero AU, Enemies to lovers, Soulmate AU

Word count: 2,543

Writer: Kpopmadness (Ju)

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There is a lie that every parent tells their child, we hear it when we get scared at night. We are reminded of it over and over again. 'Monsters don't exist' Monsters aren't under your bed, they aren't in the closet, they aren't trying to get in your window. The doors are locked, the window is sealed shut, everything is fine.

The only thing I was worried about when I was little was who my match was; Every child is born with a soul mark, it's the tell of where your soulmate will touch you for the very first time. But when you are touched by your soulmate, the birthmark will turn a bright shade of pink and purple before withering away. Your soulmate having been found.

My birthmark encases my right wrist, a common place for people to have their soul mark. I often forgot about my mark until I looked down and saw my one marked wrist. But every now and again a flutter would slice through my stomach at the thought that one day, that mark would be gone. And I would have found my other half.

When I was 15, my childish dreams changed forever. A science plant exploded suddenly. An experiment gone wrong. There was an orange smoke that rose from the ashes of the building, its angry smoke rushing toward our city. I still remember seeing it outside my bedroom window a second before my mother rushed in with my father and hurried us down to our basement. My father boarding up the windows and doors to block the smoke out. Screaming could be heard outside, ones of fear and agony for those who didn't get inside in time.

In the wake of that science experiment, we were left with mutants. People caught in the smoke developed supernatural powers. Some of these people developed a spiked aggression, using their powers for the worst. That is how my father died. He and a group of scientists were working on a cure for the genetic mutations. But some didn't like that. A group of mutants set up a bomb in the basement of the plant, angry that someone wanted to take their power away. Take away their sense of control.

I still remember being home with my mother when we saw the black cloud with angry flames fill the sky. The earth shaking slightly in its wake. Dread and grief filling us, knowing exactly where the explosion came from. On that day, my life, my goals, and how I viewed people with these special powers, changed.

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Alarms ring through the large building, the sound jarring and disorienting. I stand my ground at my station and continue working quickly. I enter a series of commands into my laptop. My fingers shaking violently.

Red lights flash and the sound of people running down the halls fills the small room. I take my lab coat off, the room sweltering. The screen on my laptop shows a loading bar, making me tap my foot impatiently. I was so close to finishing this, it would change how we see mutants. It reversed their DNA to go back to normal, their powers vanishing. The work my father started would finally be complete and I would have a sense of closure.

The lights and alarm cut out, leaving me in blackness except for the screen of my laptop. I suck in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. I was putting my life at risk for the sake of this experiment, but I had come too far to stop now. Eventually, blue lights come on, slightly illuminating the room. When they do, the loading bar on the screen is almost done, my muscles tense. Then the laptop suddenly gets slammed shut, making me jump back.

"Did I interrupt something?" A deep voice asks coldly, his palm firmly on the laptop to keep it shut.

"That's government property." I say firmly, but my voice cracks.

The man smirks at me, seeming amused by my weak attempt at a threat. Like me saying it was something the government owned would make him remove his hand from it and leave in fear.

"Yes, well, you and your government should really stop trying to cure something that doesn't need a cure." He glowers.

"And maybe we wouldn't have to look for a cure if you people weren't destroying families and killing the innocent." I shoot back, anger rising in my chest and filling my veins. My thoughts going to my father.

The man hesitates, his eyes showing a sort of concern and sympathy for my words. I take my chance and make a dive for the laptop, trying to jerk it out from under his strong hand. The man grabs my right wrist, stopping me.

"Do not try it." He snarls, his grip on my wrist horribly tight.

He slowly removes his hand from my wrist, my eyes widening and a gasp escaping my lips when I see my wrist. My soulmate mark shined a bright purple, matching the mark on his hand, then both marks slowly began to fade. Our soulmate marks disappearing. We had found our soulmates.

I stare at the man in front of me, both our eyes wide in disbelief. We were on opposite sides of a war, yet we were meant to be together. Suddenly, everything goes black. At first, I think the lights in the room have gone out. But it's my vision that disappears. I fall to the floor, my legs unable to support me. Panic grips me. I've gone blind.

"Don't worry." The man says soothingly. "I only took your sight away temporarily. Your vision will return in 10 minutes, that's just long enough time for me and my team to escape."

I take several deep breaths, trying to soothe my heart that pounded in my ribs. I spread my fingers out along the cold tile floor, trying to feel for something, anything. That's why I jump when I feel warm hands incase both my hands, making me cower away from the touch. But the grip holds firm.

"I hope we meet again." The man says. His tone sounding like he really meant that. "Maybe then it will be under better circumstances, soulmate."

He squeezes my hands before letting me go, his footsteps fading into the distance. Leaving me to recover my sight slowly, with a swirling heart and mind. I thought he had left, then I hear his voice again.

"By the way, just because I think we should know this for the future, my name is Ravn."

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3 Years Later;

"No, we have to finish this." I demand as I follow my co-worker around the lab. The earth shaking beneath us, making everyone scurry around the room. Anxiety levels high.

"Well then you finish it then." My co-worker snaps irritably. "We don't want to die here. Unlike you and your obsession with finding this dream cure."

"It's more than that." I plead. Pushing my way through people pushing passed me in panic. The earth giving off another tremble while bright flashes of red light flash outside. Heavy rain pounding against the building like fists.

"You say that and he always comes for you." My co-worker says, whirling around to face me. His eyes raging.

I pause, my brain looking for an excuse. Any excuse. Ravn had come for me and the sought after cure for three years. No matter what I did, no matter how much I tried to hide, he always found me. His devilish smirk always reappearing.

"We're so close though." I say quietly. More of a reminder to myself than to anyone else in the room. Not that they ever listened to me. The population had given up on trying to find a cure a long time ago.

My co-worker sighs, rubbing his temples. "I know this experiment is the only thing of your father you have of him." He says, his tone softened. "But they won't stop chasing you and trying to tear you down. And they are outside as we speak."

I look over my shoulder to the large glass window behind me. Flashes of light and tremors in the earth reminding us that these weren't from natural sources. But from people. People who could control the weather and even create earthquakes to topple a building in seconds. And their leader, my soulmate, just waiting for them to break through our defenses.

"We're evacuating." My co-worker says, pulling my attention back towards him. "Come with us if you want. Otherwise, you can stay and talk to your boyfriend."

I feel a surge of heat course through me, flushing my cheeks a scarlet color. I couldn't find my voice in time to deny that he wasn't my boyfriend before my co-worker hurries off with the rest of my, supposed to be, teammates. At this point in my journey, I was used to working alone and everyone thinking I was crazy for trying to fix something that everyone else had just adjusted to and given up trying to control.

I set my jaw in determination and whirl back to my station, opening my laptop and entering the code. I watched the clock carefully as I worked. The world around me seemed to fall away as I worked, being used to Ravn coming for me to stop me from developing a cure. Our relationship having grown in a strange way. We were soulmates, but we were also enemies.

The lights in the building flicker off, just like they had three years prior when I first met Ravn. My heartbeat picks up but I keep working, knowing I still had a few valuable minutes before he showed up. My laptop gives out a series of beeps, making me step back in surprise. I stare at the screen in shock.

"I did it." I whisper under my breath, a smile spreading across my face. I found the cure to return the mutants back to their normal DNA.

"We really have to stop meeting like this." A familiar deep voice says behind me.

I whirl around and press my back against the counter's edge, trying to hide my laptop screen from his sharp eyes. Ravn stood a few feet away from me, his dark hair dripping wet from the rain. His black trench coat leaving pools of water around his boots.

"You say that, but you seem to enjoy chasing me." I reply, trying to keep my tone even. I slowly reach my hands behind my back to find the USB with the cure downloaded on it, pressing it firmly against my palm for safety.

Ravn's eyes flicker to my hands that were behind my back, his eyes taking on a cautious look. "You just can't give up on that cure, can you?"

"Someone has to keep trying."

Ravn chuckles, stepping closer to me. Making my muscles tense. "Give me the USB, sweetheart." He says dryly, extending his palm towards me.

I stare at him, how could he know?

"I'm not stupid." Ravn says, as if reading my thoughts. "I know you found the cure. Please, give it to me."

"Why is it so bad that you could all go back to your normal lives?" I ask, my voice pleading as I slide my way down the counter as Ravn comes closer.

"Because some of us have nothing to return to." Ravn answers calmly. "You would be taking away the one thing people feel they can control since they inherited their powers."

"You don't use your powers for anything good though." I argue.

"That's not true and you know it." Ravn replies. "We aren't all like that. Even if you gave the cure to some of us there would be others who would refuse to take it and would continue to wreak havoc. You take away the good people with powers you're left with the bad and you won't be able to defeat them."

I pause, that thought never having occurred to me since I took over my fathers work. The population of people with special powers had grown. 40% of the worlds population had citizens with some kind of power these past three years.

"The cure." Ravn says again, extending his hand out to me once again.

I stare at his hand, the hand that once held his soulmate mark, just like my wrist once did. Despite all he said, I still held onto the USB tighter and turned and ran from him. I knew how stupid of a move it was, it was pointless when Ravn could strip away human senses. But I still ran, and I almost got to the door when my vision disappeared, immersing me in blackness. Making me fall to my knees, the USB still clutched in my hand.

I feel Ravn's hands encase my waist, picking me up off the tile floor and taking me to the closest counter to let me lean against it. My vision a milky white.

"You know running from me does no good." His voice sounding as if he were a bit hurt by my actions.

"This cure is all I have." I choke out, still clutching the USB in my palm. My hands trembling.

Ravn seems to freeze, his breath fanning across my cheeks that were starting to streak with tears. "This cure is all I've known since my fathers death." I gush, unable to stop the words from tumbling out. My mother having completely shut down since my fathers death. Her attitude cold and isolated from me.

"It's all I have."

Ravn touches my eyes, wiping the tears away but also giving me my vision back. I'm alarmed by how close he stands to me, our eyes locked. His brown eyes hold a sadness to them I had never seen before. A sort of sympathy that had faded from people's eyes long ago when it came to me.

"It's not all you have." He whispers. "It never has been."

I stare up at him, words freezing in my throat. Before I can form a response, his lips press against mine. His hands cupping my face. I suck in a breath in shock, but soon my eyes close and my arms snake around his neck, pulling him closer to me. A sense of completeness washing over me.

Ravn slides his hands down to my ribs, picking my up and setting me on the counter. His body between my legs, his hands going to my thighs as he grips them firmly. I feel my fingers uncurl their grip on the USB, it clatters to the floor. My fingers weaving through Ravn's hair instead. His lips tugging at mine in a sort of desperation, both of us craving each other after being deprived for years.

The cure fades into an obsession that melts into my past, something I had chased thinking it was all I had. When my life had the chance to start over with Ravn and actually do something to help others. He had known something all this time that I never had. We were on the same side, I just wasn't willing to accept it. My senses blinded. And it took him to uncover them.

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starlit-serenade · 4 years ago

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ONEUS Reacting to Their S/O Falling Asleep on their Lap

Summary: How would ONEUS react to their S/O falling asleep on their lap in a public setting?

Word Count: 1,466 words

Pairing: Reader x Members / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Youngjo (Ravn); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Son Dongju (Xion);

Rated: E / Warnings: None / Genre: Fluff;

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Kim Youngjo (Ravn)

Youngjo would find it so cute that you've fallen asleep on him. He wouldn't want to disturb you, so he would try to make sure no one around you is loud and would try to keep you asleep.

Youngjo stares down at you, a soft smile on his lips. His fingers are absentmindedly, gently tracing the outline of your face.

You're lying on you back, your head on his lap. You came to visit him at practice after a long day of work. But you had worked extra hours, and were extremely tired. As soon as Youngjo sat down with you after his practice ended, you curled up against his shoulder, and at some point, you fell asleep and curled up with your head on his lap.

"Aww," Keonhee says, walking over. Youngjo shoots him a hard stare and presses a shushing finger to his lips. Most of the other members are already at the dorm, but Youngjo couldn't bear to stand up and wake you up.

"They're sleeping," he mutters with a frown.

"Oh, sorry," Keonhee whispers. "You two are adorable."

Youngjo smiles and cups your cheeks a bit, which makes you groan and nuzzle into the palm of his hand. He swears his heart melts at the sight of you.

Lee Seoho (Seoho)

Seoho wouldn't feel a lot about you sleeping on him. Sure, he'd find it a bit cute, but he'd be more concerned about making sure you're not disturbed and making sure you remain sleeping.

You fell asleep on Seoho's lap only minutes after you got in the van to take the members--and yourself--back to the hotel where you were all staying during the tour. It's late at night, and the blinding lights and fans cheering was exhausting, both for him on stage and you backstage.

Seoho doesn't mind that you've fallen asleep on him in front of the members. Performance days like today were always exhausting for the both of you, so it isn't the first time this tour you'd fallen asleep in the van. Still, the members tease him about how cute the two of you are together.

The car hits a bump in the road, and you mumble something in your sleep. He quickly runs his hand over your head, trying to calm you and help you remain asleep, and mutters something to help soothe you.

Geonhak, who is sitting in the seat across from you two, snickers, and Seoho shoots him a glare.

"You're babying them," Geonhak says. "You're gonna have to wake them up so they can walk to the room with you. Unless you're planning to carry them to the room?"

"I could carry them," Seoho says, a bit too loud. "I've done it before."

You grumble something again, and Seoho resumes whispering softly to you to soothe you and keep you asleep, glaring at Geonhak a bit. Seoho swears to himself that, if you're still asleep by the time you arrive at the hotel, he'll carry you up to the hotel room on his back.

Kim Geonhak (Leedo)

Geonhak would find you so adorable while sleeping on him. He loves watching you sleep--consensually, not in a creepy way. But if you were to fall asleep on his lap in public, he'd feel a bit distressed, worried about waking you up.

Geonhak has his arms wrapped tightly around you. Your legs on one side of his lap, head against his shoulder, your hands grasping one of his while the other is supporting your back to make sure you don't fall over. You'd fallen asleep while on his lap about five minutes ago, but he's been staring at you so fondly for what feels like eternity, and yet, not long enough.

He's been watching you, listening to your soft snores. Not in a creepy way. In a boyfriend who loves his S/O to death.

Yes, he's fully aware that most of his members, and even staff members, have been walking around the room, conversing as quietly as they can about upcoming schedules. He's already shot them death stares every time they spoke a bit too loud, and they've learned to stay quiet when you're sleeping, to ensure that you are undisturbed.

Suddenly, the door nearby swings open, and Lee Seoho enters. Geonhak looks up abruptly, as you groan in your sleep, shifting a bit on Geonhak's lap.

Seoho's eyes met Geonhak's, and he knows that he is so close to death.

Lee Keonhee (Keonhee)

Keonhee would either stare at you dreamily, hands to himself, or he would try--and fail--to resist the urge to touch, poke or squish your cheeks. Keonhee, ever so whipped for you, and you know how he deals with finding you so adorable? He'd most likely be poking or squishing your cheeks gently. He might accidentally wake you up.

Keonhee watches as Dongju goes into the recording studio. His arms are around your waist, holding you against him to make sure you don't fall over.

You had offered to join your boyfriend and the two other maknaes as they recorded vocals for an upcoming song. Keonhee had finished recording his part long ago, but he wanted to stay and wait for his younger members to finish. But the recording had taken much longer than expected, and you fell asleep halfway through what Hwanwoong was recording. Thankfully, this was a slower song, so it was less disruptive to your sleep.

He looks at you. Your cheek looks so pokable. He just has to poke.

He can't resist, and finds himself gently poking your cheek. His attention should be on Dongju, but honestly he's busy admiring and squishing you.

You groan a bit, lifting your head a bit, and he realizes that he's the reason you've awaken.

"Oh, sorry love," he whispers. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"Liar," Hwanwoong hisses. "He's been squishing and poking you for the past five minutes."

You smile at Keonhee, and turn to get more comfortable on his lap. "Mmkay. Going back to sleep."

Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong)

Hwanwoong would find you adorable. He'd probably start feeling sleepy as well, just watching how peaceful you look sleeping. He'd be admiring you so much, he'd be distracted by whatever is happening and would want to join you in relaxing. is happening.

Hwanwoong couldn't be any happier than he is right now. He looks down at you, sleeping with your head in his lap as you both sit on a bench in the dressing room after a big award show.

His fingers run through your hair gently, watching you gently snore. He knows you're tired. After watching several performances--including his own--and listening to several award speeches, he'd expect you to be exhausted. He isn't surprised even in the slightest that you've fallen asleep. What he does love is that you've fallen asleep on him.

As he stares down at you, a smile on his face.

You curl closer to him, and as he watches you get comfortable on him, he lets slip a yawn from his mouth.

Huh, he thinks, chuckling to himself. Now, looking down at them, I'm the one getting tired.

Before he even realizes it, he's fast asleep. His hand absentmindedly stroking your hair as he snores, leaning his head and back against the wall.

His members walk past, snickering to each other as they walk past, making sure to keep quiet. Youngjo and Geonhak even agree to take pictures of you sleeping with your head on his lap, to tease Hwanwoong with later.

Son Dongju (Dongju)

Dongju would find you so cute, and would be so happy knowing that you're comfortable enough to fall asleep on him in public. He'd be absolutely overjoyed and would want to protect you from anything that might wake you.

Dongju looks down at your sleeping self, head on his lap, your hand between your head and his legs as a cushion. You look so peaceful and calm, and genuinely, Dongju is so happy that you're sleeping on him in public, backstage in the dressing room, before the show starts. He promised to wake you up as soon as he has to

His older members are aware of your relationship, and have been for a while, but even after you told them, you two were shy to be too physically affectionate with each other except for maybe holding hands.

So you willingly falling asleep on him for his members and members of the staff to see makes him overwhelmed with joy and satisfaction.

It means a lot to him, even though it's just his S/O falling asleep on him innocently in public as the makeup artists walk around as quietly as they can, smiling fondly at Dongju as he stares at you and only you, clearly so captivated by you.

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twisted-tales-of-all · 4 years ago

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Stumbling Around Fate

Werewolf-Vampire-Hybrid!Reader x Werewolf!Ravn ;; Kinktober Masterlist sub!AFAB!reader

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Summary: You drink to forget being exiled, but end up at love hotel with a cute boy from your ex-pack after spilling a drink on his expensive suit - or that’s what you thought. Turns out, he twisted his fate into his own hands and planned it out a bit.

Word Count: 1433

Contains: Alcohol usage, drunken sex, love hotel, regret, fluff, mention of mates/mating, unprotected sex

"Leave. Don't come back. You don't belong here."

You knew the day would come, and you're shocked you lasted this long, but the pack leader finally learned that you're half-vampire. As expected, he kicks you out of the pack in front of everyone. You grab your bag, throwing valuables in, and walk away from everyone without saying a word.

By now, you've familiarized yourself with the area, so you know exactly where to go. In the closest town, there's a bar open 24 hours that often houses sad and lost creatures. The owner opened this bar after being exiled by the dragons for dating a cat-boy, but the couple is now thriving with the bar and their marriage. You made friends with his husband, who said that you're always welcome to stay at the bar. When you arrive, bag in hand, the owner immediately knows what happened.

"Your drinks are on me tonight. What would you like?"

With a forced smile to thank him, you order a drink that will hit you hard. You chat with him through the next two as well. After ordering your fourth beverage, you tell him that you'll be over at the booth and possibly asleep. About halfway to the booth, however, you trip over something, accidentally spilling your whole drink on someone walking by.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I'll pay for the cleaning. I'm so sorry." As you look up to meet his eyes, you're greeted by a familiar face, "Young Jo?"

"Please, don't call me that. I go by Ravn outside of the camp. Anyway, how are you planning to pay when you were exiled without a cent to your name, huh, Vampy?"

"My name is Y/N. You know that, so don't call me Vampy. I'll pay any way I need to. I can work for you if you need me to. Either way, I'll pay it." You claim, determined to be a good person.

"Okay, then. Grab your bag and follow me."

You watch him pay for a full bottle of strong alcohol. Then, you clumsily follow him down the street and into a 'love hotel' before asking him what you need to do to pay off the suit he's wearing.

"Don't worry, babe. You'll pay it off tonight with me."

Still tipsy, you question the situation in your head. You had found Young Jo attractive since you met him, but you assumed he would only see you as a friend at best. He never flirts with anyone, so you wouldn't expect him to set foot in a place like this. You can't comprehend that the two of you came here together, so you refuse to believe that he brought you here to pay with your body.

When you get to the room, Ravn looks at you with judging eyes, so you don't know what to think. He gives you a once-over before sitting down and opening the bottle he bought at the bar.

"Do you want some? I'll gladly drink it all, but you're free to join me."

He holds out the bottle, so you accept his offer and take a huge swig without any regard for the strength of the alcohol. He watches your neck intently, smirking when you finish. Handing him the bottle again, you already feel the intense results hitting you, your body warmer, your vision fuzzier. You try to focus on Young Jo as he takes a drink, but your wolf senses mix with the alcohol and make you sex-focused, so you whine at him.

"Why'd you bring me here, Young Jo? I just wanna- I just wanna..." You trail off, forgetting the reason you followed him here as thoughts of having sex with him cloud your mind.

"Ravn. I already told you, it's Ravn. Don't worry. I just need one more drink before we can start."

He takes one last swig from the bottle, replaces the cap, and places it on the bedside table. He then tells you to lay down on the bed and make yourself comfortable. You listen without question, even though you don't know why.

Once you're settled, you look over and see him take his shirt off. You instinctually look away, but he sees you and laughs at your reaction.

"We're going to fuck, but you won't even look at me shirtless? You're interesting, Y/N."

"We're... going to fuck? Like, for real? You don't care that I'm a half-blood?"

"Why do you think I drank so much? I'll forget everything that happens here tonight, but you offered to pay for the clothes, and I've always found you super attractive, so why not?"

"You..."

"Oh, shut up and kiss me. I think you're too drunk to comprehend." As he says it, he crawls onto the bed and hovers above you, waiting for your move.

Thanks to the alcohol and lust, you gather enough confidence to pull him in for a kiss. Once you take that first step, Ravn takes the wheel, unbuttoning your shirt as he continues the kiss, increasing the passion as he finishes with the buttons. He moves down to your neck and collarbones for a brief moment before moving further down to your chest. A slight moan escapes your lips as he trails kisses down your body.

"Ravn, please. Stop teasing."

He raises an eyebrow, "Oh? Here I was trying to treat you so nicely, but you must not want that."

When you don't fight his comment, you watch his eyes darken as he understands what you want. Your hands quickly move to his pants, rushing to pull them off. He follows by removing your pants and underwear at the same time.

"Control me, Ravn."

A deep growl echoes through the room. Ravn understands instantly, tearing his underwear off and positioning himself above you. You lift your chin at him for easy access to your neck, and he takes advantage of it, wrapping one hand around your neck tightly.

"You like it rough, aye? Then, I hope you're prepared not to walk tomorrow."

With a smirk, you watch as his eyes glow yellow as he lets his wolf take control. The grip on your throat tightens as he pushes inside you, filling you nicely. Another growl echoes in the otherwise quiet room as he adjusts to your hole. From the moment he begins moving, it's rough, feral sex as he pounds into you with no regard for how you feel. As his hand stays wrapped around your neck, only short, high-pitched whines leave your lips, but they seem to fuel him more. After a while, he moves both of his hands to your waist, using his adjusted grip to hit deeper with more momentum.

Now that you can speak, you moan his name a lot, which increases the grunts you hear from him. However, after hearing his real name slip out, he stops and pulls out suddenly, confusing you. When you look at him, you see his eyes are back to normal. He sits at the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, mumbling something about a mate.

"Ravn, are you okay?" You ask, still trying to breathe normally.

"I want to mate."

"But we just were, weren't we?"

"No, no. Not fuck. I want to mate with you. I can't keep going like this."

You're shocked, knowing that he genuinely wants to mate with you rather than just fucking as payment for his suit. The surprises continue as he speaks up again.

"I knew this was a bad idea, but I've known that you were my mate for a while. I didn't know how to approach you about it. I was hoping you'd realize it too, so I'm sorry for throwing this on you if you didn't know, but-"

You don't know where you gather the strength, but you cut him off with a kiss. As you pull away, his face softens when he sees your smile.

"I'd love to mate with you, Ravn, but maybe we should do it without the alcohol."

He lights up and quickly agrees to your suggestion.

"It doesn't matter that you're exiled. I don't care that you're a half-blood. This pull is far too strong. Let's get a place together. I've been waiting for you to sense your mate, but I couldn't wait any longer. I had to follow you to that bar, and this isn't how I wanted it to end up."

"But it worked, didn't it?" You can't help but giggle at his alcohol-ridden rambling, "Ravn, shut up. Let's sleep here for now. We can figure things out tomorrow."

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