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The Eight Evil Thoughts // OT8

Part 9: Realization

You were a firm believer that when you died you were bound to go to heaven…but what happens when you get casted straight down to hell. Before kneeling before the most famous evil thought/leader you run into the other evil thoughts along the way.

"The wolf has eyes for prey, the cow has eyes for hay. One of them's a killer, the other his buffet"

- Itona Horribe.

🌹Pair: Reader x ????

🌹Genre: Angst, Thriller, Possible Yandere, Suggestive, Religion Talk, Cursing,

🌹Word Count: 3.7k

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Hongjoongs face never moved. His poker face was not one to be mistaken with. You couldn’t tell how he was feeling. He just looked at you, he looked through you, he looked into you. He sat so still, you would’ve thought he morphed into a statue.

Your mind was running at a million miles per hour. You couldn’t process anything that had made its way out of his mouth. What did he mean you were the ninth creation? You knew all of these men? You are one of these creatures? You stare at him blankly. It’s like he’s waiting for you to say something to make any move.

“ I…I…h-how..”

You were simply at a loss for words. You didn’t know what to say or what to do to even get out of this. Should you just run..? But where would you even run to..? This was his place, his domain, his kingdom.

Hongjoong slight tilts his head to the side. Looking at you as if you are some poor pitiful creature in need of saving, his gaze alone is making you feel ill at ease. He’s waiting for the perfect time to pounce. You are locked in a cage with a lion. A cage which you so effortlessly wandered into.

“You are scared aren’t you?”

He says in a low tone, inhaling deeply, taking in your scent.

“Your fear…it’s unlike any other it’s so delectable. I look forward to every time you have to come down here and we have this conversation. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve had it.”

He lightly chuckles, eyes boring straight into you. Like he’s permanently burning this memory into his brain forever, like he’s filing away every movement, every facial expression. Like this will be the last time you both have this conversation. He pushes away from his desk, chair rolling back. The sudden movement by him makes you jump slightly in your chair. A wicked grin breaks out on his face. He’s clearly amused by you. He lets out a small hum before speaking up.

“His favorite…can you imagine that..? His favorite, most precious, most prized now sitting in front of me…terrified for their own life. Tell me…should I spare you..? Do you deserve my sympathy..?”

Your eyes start to water, you are terrified. You bite your trembling lip, trying to stop yourself from letting the tears fall. You nod slowly while locking eyes with him.

“Ple-..please have sympathy for me…”

A giddy smile never leaves his face. He’s simply enjoying your desperation, your fear. He leans back further into his chair, rubbing under his chin playfully like he’s thinking hard on his decision. You slightly glance back trying to measure the distance of the door from where you are. If you move fast enough you should be able to make it to the door and out of here within enough time. You quickly glance at the floor, still deep in thought trying to calculate how fast you need to move, the distance, while hoping Hongjoong didn’t catch you glancing at the door.

The room falls chillingly quiet. Too afraid to pick your head up and look at the man. What if he caught you? Is he going to continue to stare at you for much longer? Flickering up your eyes slowly to his desk chair. He’s gone? You close your eyes confused. No, no, no! He was just there….right..? He had been there the whole time? You turn around slowly. Eyes darting all around and across the room. Was this his green light? Was he offering you his sympathy..? You stand up quietly, making sure not to make any noise. You step back.

Making your way towards the shut door. Your hand hovers over it. There it is that nagging feeling telling you to go sit back down and stay put but on the same note the door is so tempting, it’s begging for you to leave, to run away, to make a fast getaway. You grip the knob slowly trying to turn the knob as quietly as possible. As soon as you got the door cracked. You look over your shoulder, double checking that he was no longer present. A sigh of relief passes through your lips. You are now officially on the way to escaping. As you step out, you turn around trying to quietly close the door, hoping not to alert anyone.

“You know…most people would’ve stayed put…then I always forget you aren’t most people, you are temptation itself.”

You freeze in your tracks not even daring to turn around, you already know who is standing behind you. You feel like a child who has been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Placing your forehead against the door you let out a sigh. You know now this is officially it. You can’t run, hide, flee, or talk your way out of this. You are done for.

Hongjoong snaps his fingers, signaling to the demons standing by his sides to seize you, immediately.

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Seonghwa let out an annoyed huff.

“Wooyoung! I brought you towels to use! Look at this floor! It’s all wet! You are going to get mold and mildew in here! Then it’s going to stink and I’m not going to clean it. You are!”

Wringing out his mop with a frustrated look on his face. Slapping the mop back onto the cave floor trying to soak up as much water as possible. Wooyoung rolls his eyes, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“Hyungggg!”

He says in a sing-song voice. Stretching out on his rock. Moving around to get into his comfortable position. Letting a smile grace his face. Clearly pleased at what he saw in front of him. Seonghwa having a small heart attack at the conditions of his cave.

“Look at these floors! Look at the moss sprouting on these walls! You are going to get pests in here Wooyoung!”

Wooyoung lets out a sigh. Silently whispering to himself.

“A pest already is in here.”

“What was that Wooyoung?! Speak up! I don’t think I heard you correctly!”

Seonghwa says while aggressively mopping the floor.

“Why don’t you get placement mats by the water? That way guests can dry off their feet? It’ll make it cleaner in here, less dirty.”

Letting out a groan, frustrated with Seonghwa.

“It’s a cave Hyung! It’s meant to be dirty. See?”

Wooyoung snaps his fingers making the fire blaze stronger, showing off more of the inside of the cave. Seonghwa lets out a small scream, clutching his chest. Whines and gasps leaving his mouth.

“Look at all the bones! The uncleanliness! The uncleanliness is going to kill me. Wooyoung this is a cave! Not a pig pen! I can’t fathom this mess!”

Seonghwa let’s go of his mop dramatically. The stick falling, smacking the ground loudly. Wooyoung lets out a small laugh. Peeling his body off of the rock, making his way towards Seonghwa.

“You know everyone else keeps their area clean but you. What did I tell you? If you are going to eat the guests, compost the bones! Compost the bones! How hard is that? Now I need to grab the broom. You treat this area as a trash can! I’m not cleaning up your cave any more after this Wooyoung!”

Wooyoung lazily throws his arms around Seonghwas waist. Pulling Seonghwa closer, putting his face in his neck and smiling.

“Hyung…we both know that’s a lie.”

Wooyoung rubs his lips together, quickly kissing Seonghwa on his cheek. Continuing to hold him close. Not caring that Seonghwa was trying to shove him away. All it did was fuel Wooyoungs need to be close to him.

“Wooyoung, why are you doing this? I have to get the broom, let me go.”

Seonghwa struggles to get out of his tight hold.

Trying to dodge the kisses Wooyoung is attempting to give him. When the fire in the cave blazes brightly. Signaling that Yunho was contacting Wooyoung. Seonghwa and a very much attached Wooyoung both turn around, giving their attention towards the blazing flame. An outline of Yunhos body can be seen in.

“I hope I’m not interrupting…?..”

Yunho trails off at the end of his sentence. Wooyoung pulls Seonghwa into a tight side hug, cheesy smile taking over his face.

“Of course not! What can we do for you Yunho?”

Wooyoung says with a glint of mischief to his voice. Seonghwas eyes cut to Wooyoung still struggling to get out of his grip.

“Maddox has contacted me. We are all being summoned.”

“Great! When?”

Wooyoung asks while puckering his lips ready to kiss Seonghwas cheeks again.

“Immediately.”

Wooyoung lets out an annoyed huff. His arms dropped from around Seonghwa, with a slight pout on his face. Letting out a slight whine.

“Like right now, right now? Or like 5 minutes from now, right now?”

“Right now, right now.”

Wooyoung rolls his eyes.

“Alright alright. I’m coming, I'm coming. Come on Hyung, let’s go.”

Seonghwa points at Wooyoung.

“Don’t think this is getting you out of cleaning this cave. When we are done. You will be helping me clean up.”

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“Your majesty?”

“Yes Maddox?”

Hongjoong doesn’t even spare a glance towards the demon. Too busy retrieving the book with your name on the front.

“They have been stowed away in a holding cell for now, is there anything else you would like us to do for you?”

Hongjoong stops in his tracks. A happy sigh leaves his throat. He’s finally got you now where he what’s you, where he’s always wanted you. No one besides the princes understand how long he’s waited for this moment.

“Did you summon the others?”

“Yes sir, Yunho is contacting them all as we speak. They are preparing themselves and will be in the hall shortly. Would you like me to gather your things, your majesty?”

Before Hongjoong can answer Maddox the lights in this office glow ever so brightly. Not bothering Hongjoong or Maddox in the slightest. Hongjoong grits his teeth. His fist tightening so hard, his knuckles turn white.

“Your majesty…would you like me to call upon the oth-.”

“No.”

Hongjoong clears his throat. Visibly annoyed, taking a deep breath, he tries to calm his nerves. The unwanted visitor isn’t even upon him yet but just knowing that he’s in the space he banished him to, his area, his world, it’s unsettling, unnerving, and downright disrespectful. Lifting his hand Hongjoong dismisses Maddox, clearly wanting to be alone. If Hongjoong was going to put an end to this then he was going to do it his way.

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Jongho stood frozen outside of Hongjoongs door, internally he was quivering.

“I know you are standing outside my door. Stop being creepy and enter.”

Taking a deep breath Jongho enters, stomach feeling like it’s doing laps at a pool. If he would’ve just spoken to Hongjoong before it happened it wouldn’t have caused so much ruckus. Hongjoong motions to the seat closest to Jongho, signaling him to have a seat. Before having a seat Jongho bows to Hongjoong, making sure to show him as much respect as possible.

Hongjoong looks up from his paperwork, resting his pen down to give Jongho his full attention. He sat up right in the chair, picking at the cuticles on his nails, clearly he was scared, no one ever enjoyed being called to Hongjoongs room.

“Now Jong-“

“I was tired of seeing them, Hyung!”

Jongho quickly blurts out, cutting Hongjoong off before he could finish his sentence. Hongjoong is slightly taken back, eyes growing in size.

“I’m tired, Hyung…It’s so tiring seeing them every time…I’m tired of having to do it. I just…I just wanted to be free of them. Seeing them is a constant reminder of what could’ve been…What should’ve been. I love being down here with all of you, learned to love it even.. but…”

Jongho hangs his head low, visibly upset. Biting his lip so hard he drew blood. Attempting so hard to control the emotions that were brewing rather quickly. Damn that Mingi, Jongho regrets visiting Mingi prior to coming to see Hongjoong knowing any time he leaves Mingis area he backpacks the sadness with him temporarily.

“It’s not fair…”

Voice cracking with heartbreak.

“Why didn’t he cherish us how he cherished them..? Were we the flawed ones Hyung..?”

Hongjoongs eyes filled with white water, never once did it cross his mind while he was having the time of his life seeing them, the boys must’ve all suffered, Jongho being the youngest of the bunch took it the hardest, Mingi right behind him.

All of them reacted so differently when they got banished. Too busy trying to figure out the ways of being a new founder leader of the underworld he realizes he let some things slip through the cracks. Clearing his throat to choke back his emotions.

“Why didn’t you say anything before Jongho? You could’ve told me or Seonghwa. This burden is not one you need to carry on your own.”

Head still hanging, eyes refusing to leave the floor. Jongho feels like a coward. How is he supposed to uphold Greed when he can’t even hold his head up high? He can’t even look his leader in the eyes and admit his mistake. Nails digging into his thighs to ease himself. Internally kicking himself for letting his mask slip so low. He’s supposed to be strong, one of the bravest ones. Hongjoong sees the faint purple tear that splashes on Jonghos pants. Little did Jongho know internally Hongjoong was kicking himself for failing as a leader, as the first creation but most importantly as a brother.

“Oh Jongho…”

Hongjoong whispers out.

Jongho scoots back from his chair, eyes glued to the floor, dropping to his knees. Gasping for air, purple tears are flowing down his face, splashing onto the wooden floorboards underneath him. So ashamed of himself he can’t bear to look the leader in his face. He’s having an internal war, and the biggest enemy he’s facing? Himself. Forehead touching the floor, showing Hongjoong the utmost sign of respect.

“Hyung I swear. I’ll try harder. I’ll do better. Just give me another chance, I will correct myself for when they arrive next. Just please don’t give up on me because I am not strong, I am, I will prove it.”

Seonghwa walks in without knocking, hands full with a bowl of lunch for Hongjoong. Pausing right in the entryway. Face falling into a deep frown. All you hear bouncing off the walls are Jonghos cries, deep breaths for air, and pleas.

“…Jongho..? Hongjoong what’s going on?”

Seonghwa rushes to place the lunch down on the desk. Kneeling down, rubbing Jonghos back to comfort him. He’s never seen him in such a way. Biting his lip, Hongjoong stands up out of his seat. Clearing his throat.

“Seonghwa. Summon the others. I want all of them here. Now.”

Seonghwa looks between Jongho and Hongjoong. Not wanting to leave the youngest but also knowing Hongjoong is the leader.

“Hongjoong…but Jongho…”

“Please Seonghwa…please…”

Seonghwa can count on one hand how many times Hongjoong had said the word “please”. Knowing this must be serious business. Nodding his head Seonghwa gives Jongho one last look before he ventures off to summon the others, quickly.

“Jongho, stand please.”

Taking a deep breath to gather his emotions. Knowing he needs to pull it in gear, instead of blabbering on the floor like a baby. Wiping his tears on his sleeve. He stands up, taking in another deep breath. Eyes refusing to leave the floor. To him the air is thick with disappointment but to Hongjoong the air is filled with heartbreak and failed leadership.

Wooyoung bursts through the door. Pointing his finger at Hongjoong.

“You monster! You tyrant! You..You…someone give me another word to insult him.”

San shoves Wooyoung in the door. All the others follow right behind. Seonghwa is the last to enter.

“You should’ve called him short…you know he hates that.”

Mingi whispers loudly. Yunho smacks Mingi over the head. Wincing, he shoots Yunho a glare. Wooyoung rushes over to Jongho, wiping the tears off of his face. Pulling him into a bone crushing hug. Hongjoong clears his throat.

“Where are they right now?”

Wooyoung tosses Hongjoong a dirty look. Seonghwa moves closer to Wooyoung, lightly nudging him to answer the leaders question. Rolling his eyes, he smacks his lips. Voice laced with disgust.

“They are in one of the water holes. I put them in an unconscious state.”

Hongjoong nods his head. Making his way around the table desk to stand in front of them all. All the members slightly glance at Jongho, taking notice of his very upset state. Yet not daring to move. Hongjoong suddenly bows to all of the members.

“Hongjoong what are yo-.”

He cuts Seonghwa off before he can finish his sentence. Still in his bowing stance.

“It’s come to my attention that I have failed you all. I have failed to communicate, I have failed as your leader. I have failed as your brother. A leader is nothing without his team…and yet I’ve failed to act as such. Please forgive me.”

The room gets chillingly quiet.

“I bet you feel pretty dumb now, don’t ya Wooyoung?”

San says suddenly. Causing a small chuckle to erupt from Jongho. Wooyoungs eyes cut to San. Clearly not amused at his smart mouth remark. Mingi silently stifles a laugh.

“Mingi I don’t know why you are laughing. You should feel stupid too.”

Yunhos sudden speaking out causes a domino effect. Everyone in the room laughs, even Hongjoong.

Hongjoong stands up, looking at Jongho. Before Jongho can even relax from the laughter that’s coming from his body. Hongjoong shoves Wooyoung away from Jongho, bringing his arms around Jonghos body, pulling him in for a hug.

“Please…please don’t go through those troubles alone. You are one of the strongest people in this room. Your burden is not one of your own. We may all carry our burdens differently but we share similar troubles. Please forgive me Jongho.”

Jongho wraps his arms around Hongjoong, hugging him back. He didn’t need to verbally tell Hongjoong anything, the action spoke for itself. Pulling back Hongjoong playfully shoves Wooyoungs shoulder.

“If I am a tyrant, you are a gremlin.”

Wooyoungs mouth drops open. Ready for a slick comeback but Yeosang suddenly speaks up.

“Does that make me the second strongest?”

Yeosang flexes his arm muscles. Seonghwa wants to join in. He starts to flex his arm. Jongho lightly pushes his arm back down.

“Hyung please…don’t embarrass yourself.”

This causes all the boys to erupt in laughter. The atmosphere changing. No matter what life time Hongjoong was in… as long as he had all of them, he’d forever be complete. This was his family.

As the laughter died down. Hongjoong made his way back to his desk. Pulling out the book with your name on it. Yunho spoke suddenly.

“What are you going to do Hyung?”

“I'm sure my selfish actions have not only bothered Jongho, I’m sure they have hurt you all. Yet you never spoke up to aid my happiness. So I’m going to do what is long overdue. I’m going to make sure they stay down here. Permanently.”

All of their eyes grow wide.

“Hongjoong.. can you do that?”

Seonghwas voice is thick with worry.

“As long as they are down here in our area. I can do whatever I please. If the creator has an issue with it. He can write a letter and shove it up his ass. I could care less. None of you should have to suffer anymore. It’s been eons that you’ve all had to suffer. That will be no more.”

All the boys nod their heads. Agreeing with what Hongjoong was saying. He may have lacked at times as a leader but he would lack no more. The boys were priority number one, he was going to make sure that they were all loved, equally supported, and cared for. Even if it meant he had to tear down the world. That was the difference between him and the creator, something that Hongjoong would always out rank him on. He loved all the boys equally.

“After Wooyoung, they will go to Yeosang, next Yunho, Seonghwa and finally they will end with me, and we will end it all. Forever.”

Hongjoong let’s a wicked smile grace his face.

Jongho does a noticeable shiver. He’s overcome with joy that this will now be permanent. You will now be down here forever to suffer. Right along with them.

“They're playing with the big boys now…”

Mingi starts to sing slowly…Yunho smiles, joining in.

“They're playing with the big boys now! They’re playing with the big boys now!”

San couldn’t help himself, joining into the sinister singing. Yeosang joining right alongside.

“Playing with the big boys now!”

Wooyoung grabs Jongho pulling him into the circle the boys have formed while singing joyfully.

Seonghwa makes his way towards Hongjoong.

“Seonghwa get ready…we are in for quite a ride.”

Seonghwa smiles at Hongjoong. Following his eyes, he looks proudly at the boys all singing in a circle. Nodding his head.

“Eight makes one team?”

Raising his eyebrows at Hongjoong with a wicked grin on his face. Hongjoong smiles back just as sinisterly.

“Eight makes one team.”

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Authors Note: Due to popular demand I was able to stretch it out into two more chapters. Chapter 10 will be the final and last chapter. I can’t believe this series will becoming to a end 💔🥹it’s a bittersweet moment really. Besides that…What do we think..?👀👀 I’ve had so much fun writing this. I based this mostly around Jongho and why he “helped” them with the apple because I think some people wanted further explanation into that. Also Jonghos part was a “flashback” just to clear things up. Also mad props to anyone if they know where the “playing with the big boys” song is from along with the quote…if you know where the quote is from..message me I’m about to be your new bestfriend🤗. Next chapter is going to be so fun. Oo I can’t wait! Also did I cry slightly making Jonghos part…? Yes. Bc Ima sap💀 I cut out so many sad parts from the flashback bc I didn’t want anyone to cry like my emotional ass😀.

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The Eight Evil Thoughts // OT8

Part 10: The Fool

You were a firm believer that when you died you were bound to go to heaven…but what happens when you get casted straight down to hell. Before kneeling before the most famous evil thought/leader you run into the other evil thoughts along the way.

“Some people will pretend to care just so they can get a better seat to watch your struggle. Every helping hand isn't always there to help.”

- unknown

🌹Pair: Reader x ????

🌹Genre: Angst, Thriller, Possible Yandere, Suggestive

🌹Warning: Cursing, Blood, Gore, Death, Religious Talk

🌹Word Count: 6.8k

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Hongjoong adjusts the bookmark in your book. Carefully trying not to lose the placement on the page. All the other members were waiting on him. All he had to do was arrive and nip everything into the bud right? Wrong. He knew it wouldn’t be as smooth as he wanted things to be but he’s not shocked, once again this is hell. Wouldn’t be fun if there wasn’t any chaos.

Opening the door to his room, Maddox stood tall on the side of the door, guarding it. Hongjoong hands Maddox the book. Nodding his head.

“Is this it your majesty?”

“Yes. When I call upon it please deliver it in a timely manner.”

Hongjoong rolls the sleeves on his black button up. Mentally trying to prepare himself for the war that is brewing. He’s aching with what ifs. What if he fails? What if he drags down the members while trying to save them? What if he’s just as bad a leader as The Creator? What if the banishing was nothing more than a waste..? What if…

His boots click down the hallway as he makes himself towards the hall. This is his time, his world, his people. He will be damned if another disruption is on the rise. Putting on as much of a brave face as he can. Right outside of the entryway he hears the trumpets blow, signaling everyone to stand, to honor their king.

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“Ouch!”

Seonghwa lightly slaps Mingis chest.

“I told you to stop moving!”

“You poked me with the needle!”

Seonghwa is trying to focus on tying off the thread that is now holding Mingis button back in place. Wooyoung lets out a small laugh. Trying his best not to make Seonghwa upset all over again.

“I wouldn’t have poked you if you stayed still. Now is not time for a dance break, Mingi. You know we are supposed to look presentable. This is a big day for all of us.”

Handing off the spool of thread and needle to one of the doormen. Taking the lint roller from the doorman’s other hand. Spinning Mingi around.

“This is no time for games. Hongjoong is very stressed out. He’s been working a lot to make sure this goes correct so let’s meet him halfway and act like we have some sense ok? Ok.”

Wooyoung bites his lip, enjoying the rant Seonghwa is going on. Yeosang slightly shoved Wooyoung trying to shut him up. The action causes Wooyoung to bump into San, which causes San to bump into Jongho, who slightly bumps into Mingi. Slightly knocking Seonghwa back.

Biting his lip Seonghwa tries to hold in his scream. Ripping off the piece of used up roller paper. He bunches it up, throwing it at Wooyoungs forehead smacking it slightly.

“Get it together Wooyoung or so help me I wi-.”

Seonghwa gets cut off mid sentence by the trumpets that are currently starting to play.

Throwing the lint roller in the doorman’s hand. Smoothing down the rest of the members' collars. Making sure they look their absolute best. Wooyoung tries to bat Seonghwas hands away.

“You, especially you! No funny business!”

Seonghwa whispers to Wooyoung. Wooyoung stands in a saluting position.

“Sir, yes sir!”

Seonghwa cuts his eyes at Wooyoung. Pointing at him.

“I didn’t forget about your cave either!”

Wooyoungs face falls. Clearly hoping Seonghwa has forgotten about the cave. Taking a deep breath Seonghwa turns around. Smoothing down his coat once more.

“We look like we crawled out of hell with all this black on.”

Mingi lowly whispers. San stifles a laugh back. Trying his best not to make too much noise.

“We are in hell you idiot.”

Jongho replies quietly.

“Oh yea! We are, aren’t we?!”

Mingi smiles to himself. Internally patting himself on the back. Seonghwa clears his throat, alerting the others it is now time to enter. They must stand tall and proud. No time for jokes, or games. This moment will make or break all of them.

Seonghwa can hear the person announcing all of their names before entering. He always hated this part. Yet even though his nerves were high, a sliver of him couldn’t help but be excited that soon…this would all come to an end, come hell or high water.

The doors open to the hall. Seonghwa stood tall, the playfulness that was once upon him, now diminished, long gone, no longer the mom-like figure amongst the members. He was now the leaders right hand man, the second in charge. They were all on a mission.

Stepping forth into the hall. He couldn’t help but let a small smile creep upon his face before going back to looking menacing. These were all of their people. Some people cheered, some people cowered in fear, most of all everyone bowed to them. He wasn’t sure what he fed most off of. The respect, or the fear. All that he knew is that it was the most delectable feeling one could have.

All the members moved to their designated areas. Every section of theirs had its own customs. They were detailed in the color of their very own eyes. Hongjoongs throne stood out the most; the craftsman’s ship of the white marble from it was one that could never be decoyed.. The white was almost blinding. The way it shined in such a dark room it was hard not to miss, his chair was right in the middle. To the right was Seonghwas, now occupied by his body, decorated in Galena, on the left was Yunhos throne, covered in electric blue sapphire. Yeosangs throne was covered in red beryl. Sans covered in golden pearls, Mingis was covered in Kyanite, Wooyoungs in black moonstone, and Jonghos in purple garnet.

When crafting Hongjoong has made sure all of their thrones stood out. He wanted to make sure not only did they arrive with class, but when they exited the room, the class and elegance was still present.

All of the members stood proudly in front of their thrones. Even with the lack of a pupil you could feel the gleam in their eyes. The pride that Hongjoong distilled in all of them, swelling at the sight of being bowed too.

Trumpets blasting, knowing it was time for Hongjoong to now walk through the door, to get things on the move any minute now. Made all of them feel a sense of ease but also tension in their gut. Why does doing something you’ve been longing for suddenly feel so nerve wrecking?

The doors opened, there was Joong standing with his head held high, shoulders back, eyes absorbing the room. All of the members stood up bowing to their leader. Even though Hongjoong insisted they never needed to bow, Seonghwa always made sure that all of them showed just as much respect as the people on the ground floor did. He was their leader. He had sacrificed so much to make sure they all were safe and secure. Bowing was the least they could give him.

Hongjoong slightly bowed back to the members making sure he showed just as much respect to the members as they’d constantly shown to him.

“It has come to my attention that we have an unwanted visitor!”

Hongjoongs voice echoes down the throne room. Slight cheers and gasps are being heard from down below.

“Bring forth the visitor!”

One of the guards yelled out. The lower deck of the throne room doors fly open. Deciding he’s seen enough. Hongjoong takes a seat, getting himself comfortable for the storm that’s brewing. Seonghwa notices Hongjoongs jaw clenching and unclenching. He knows he’s just as nervous as the rest of the members but he must put on a brave face.

“Eight makes one team.”

Seonghwa quietly whispers out. Trying his best to reassure him that no matter where today leads, that they all came as a group, and if it came crashing down they’d all exit as a group.

Hongjoongs eyes never leave the lower deck doors. Slightly nodding his head, letting Seonghwa know he acknowledged his words. Not wanting to reply back knowing his wavering voice would give him away.

Finally you make a grand entrance. The guards are dragging you by your arms, while your feet drag across the floor. You look like eight days of rain. Boos and disgruntled noises echoed while you were being brought in. Guards tossing you on the floor just right below where all of their thrones sat. All of their eyes were beating down on you. It felt like a target was put on your back, and they were all going to hit the mark.

“Leave them to us, your majesty!”

“No need to dirty your hands! We will honor you!”

“My lords, please let us leave your hands clean, we will take care of the prisoner.”

Hongjoong looked down upon you with a tight lipped look. He knew this was rolling to smooth right now. He knows he’s here, it’s just a matter of where he is placed. If he wanted to he could’ve had Seonghwa sniff him out but he wants to play his own game. This was it, this was final. Yet did you always look so weak and fragile? Did you always look so pathetic and small?

“With your permission your lords’ I would like to read off what they are being sentenced with.”

All of the members nod their heads signaling the guard to proceed.

“Today we gathered to sentence this unwanted visitor! We will be going over what you will be charged with and sentenced. Is that understood?”

Not even standing from your kneeling position on the floor. You don’t say anything. Angering the guard on the opposite side.

“You dare disrespect us?”

The guard chuckles lightly, kicking your back, causing your body to flop forward onto the ground. Letting out an amused chuckle.

“Look at how weak they are. Can’t hang with us could ya?”

The guard goes to kick your back again. Slightly nudging you this time. The guard who was supposed to be listing off the charges is biting his lip, hand clenched on the paper so tight, his knuckles are turning white. Clearly unamused at the sight in front of him. Glancing up he saw all of them staring down at him, waiting for any given moment for him to start reading the charges. Clearing his throat.

“You…you are being charged wit-“

“Speak a little louder, I don't think we heard you.”

Yeosang says loudly, timber voicing booming off the walls. Visible sweat is gathering on the guards forehead. His eyes glance around the room before landing on the paper. Swallowing harshly he takes a deep breath before starting again. Just as he’s getting ready to speak. He hears slow clapping coming from above. Hongjoong has a wicked grin on his face while he’s leaning forward, clapping his hands slowly. Letting out a hum.

“You know…I really hate when people try to deceive me! You come into my world, my palace, my place and try to turn my people against me? Have you no shame?!”

Hongjoong starts to raise his voice. Shaking his head in disbelief. The guard is stuttering over his words, sweat now pooling around his collar. He’s been caught.

“If you are going to recruit people, make sure they aren’t weak like this one here! I could smell the betrayal from a mile away!”

“Your maj-majesty..I’d-I’d nev-never.”

The guard bows before all of them trying his best to appear as pitiful as possible. Hands trembling so hard he drops the paper.

“I have all day to play this game with you! I know you are here!”

Hongjoong looks over to Yeosang with a wave of his hand; he knows he wants Yeosang to take care of the guard.

“Your majesty please forgive me, please.”

The guard now full on crying, kneeling right by your body on the floor. Forehead pressed against the sleek wood finish. His stomach is in his feet, he knows he’s in for a punishment hoping that since this is his first strike he will hopefully be spared.

“Stand up.”

Yeosang bellows out.

With trembling hands he pushes himself up off the ground. Looking up at all of the princes. Swallowing hard he’s ready to beg for sympathy.

“I’m-im so-.”

Yeosang holds up his hand signaling the man to stop talking.

“What is your name?”

“My..my name?”

The guard asks, quite confused.

“Yes. Your name.”

“My name i-.”

Just before the guard could finish his sentence Yeosang snaps his fingers, the guards head exploding. Pieces of him flying everywhere. The feeling of the blood on the back of your clothes has you disgusted. Cowering more into yourself.

The crowd of people are cheering. Some scream loudly that they are not worthy of seeing such greatness or power. While others are shouting that the guard is a trader.

“Such a coward you are! What happened to the Great Creator?” Powerless down here?!”

Hongjoong shouts once again. The praise and cheers never once stopping. Smiles are gracing all of their faces. The guard that kicked you is now the only guard close to you. Wiping the blood splatter and body bits off of himself onto you. Degrading you in front of billions. Standing behind you he pulls your body up into a kneeling position.

“Kneel before the kings.”

He whispers aggressively in your ear.

The lights flash bright white, causing the people in the crowd to wince in pain. None of the princes even flinch from the light.

The sound of heavy boots smack the floor. While the crowd is trying to regain full eyesight back the guards line up behind your body. The one standing next to brings down his blade so close to your neck it’s biting into your skin.

“One step closer and I will cut their neck.”

The guard spits out through gritted teeth.

Causing The Creator to stop in his tracks, putting up his hands to show he means no harm.

“Gentlemen! Gentlemen…here I was thinking we could bargain.”

“Bargain? Bargain?! While descending down here did you drop your mind along the way?”

Hongjoong laughs quietly. Not believing what he just heard. Bargain? The “Great” one comes down here to bargain? Blasphemy.

Seonghwa suddenly speaks up.

“You want to bargain, yet you are the reason a life was just lost, again. Is this how you wage?”

“I’m here to make an exchange, you have something that is mine and I’ve just come to retrieve it. I mean no harm, my hands are up see? No harm.”

The guard holding the knife to your throat digs it in further. Nicking some of your skin, blood starts to trickle down your throat, pooling around the dirty collar of your shirt. The smell of blood causes Seonghwas eyes to flutter, letting out a sigh of pleasure.

“Please refrain from hurting them any further. I’m here to bargain. They have nothing to do with this Hongjoong!”

All of the princes but Jongho let out a laugh. Not believing what they just heard. They have nothing to do with this? They are the one who caused all of this. Yunho rolls his eyes leaning close to Hongjoong whispering in his ear.

“The ball is in our court, it’s eight of us and one of him…we can take him down.”

The creator clicks his tongue. A smile gracing his face, seeing clearly that Yunho is whispering something he cannot quite make out.

“Yunho! You are looking sharp! How have you been!?”

Why was he talking like they were old friends? Like nothing had gone wrong? Like the reason for them sitting where they were was due to a free will choice!?

“I was having a great day! Then you appeared so…not so well. You are looking…you are looking like something.”

The creator lets out a small laugh, shaking his head.

“What do you bargain?”

Jongho suddenly speaks up. Shocking everyone from the sudden outburst. He looked like he was on the verge of vomiting/having a breakdown.

The creators' eyes soften at the sight of Jongho.

“Jongho! You are looking well!”

Wooyoung looks at Hongjoong slightly concerned but Hongjoong nods his head, letting Jongho continue. Wooyoung knew that sometimes Jongho meant well but his actions were not always the best. He loved the members he did, there was nothing he loved more in the world. Yet the creator always had a special place in his heart due to him being the youngest.

“Do not speak to him! You don’t have the right to speak to him!”

Wooyoung yells out, sitting fully up, locking eyes with the creator making sure the creator knows who spoke.

“Wooyoung…you are still as magnificent as ev-.”

“Cut the shit old man. What do you have?”

Yeosang cuts him off before he can finish his sentence. Not wanting to play this game any longer than they already have.

“My beautiful Yeosang…you are just as gorgeous as a fallen angel, than you were when you were with me…divine beauty at its finest.”

Yeosang grits his teeth, smacking his lips together, clearly getting more annoyed by the second. All it would take is one snap and the creators head could be rolling on the sleek wood floor.

“Guard!”

San yells. The guard digs the knife in further causing you to wince again. Looking up to the creator for help, while tears stream down your face. The small cut from earlier now stinging more. The guard smiles at your suffering, lowering himself to your neck to lick up the dry blood.

“My bargain! It is one you have wanted for many years! I can retrieve it or you can have one of your guards grab it.”

The creator yells urgently, not wanting you to suffer any more than you already have.

“Guards take this man away.”

The guards slowly start closing in on the creator. Getting ready to toss him away, and getting ready to turn you inside out.

“Your eyes and freedom! I have both!”

Hongjoong holds up his hand. Causing the guards to stop. Only a few inches from the creator, so close the guards could reach out their arms and snatch him up.

“I can retrieve it from my coat or you can have one of your guards come down and grab it. Only if I can have them back. They will never step foot down here again. Even after death, an eye for an eye.”

All of them look at Hongjoong curiously. Was he going to exchange them for their own freedom? Was he going to take that bargain and let them get off free? Never to be seen again?

Seonghwa leans close to Hongjoong.

“Hongjoong can you really trust him?”

Hongjoongs eyes hardened.

“Guards! Grab these items that this unwanted guest says he has.”

The guards roughly grab the creator, tossing him toward the front where you were, still trembling in fear, tears staining your face, caked up blood on your neck.

While one guard holds the creator in place, another frisks the creator grabbing the items that he said were present. Now holding a stack of papers and a jar with marbles in them.

“See. I did not come to joke, I came to bargain.”

The guard is staring at the jar in shock, the creator had kept the eyes to each of them for years upon years, shrinking them down into glass marbles.

“He’s kept them all these years…”

Jongho whispers out.

“I did! I did! I knew a day would come when I needed them. Sadly these were not the circumstances I wanted to use them in but nonetheless I will. Your freedom and eyes for them. That’s the deal.”

“Hongjoong…are you going to take it?”

Yunho whispers out so only Hongjoong can hear. San, Yeosang, and Mingi are all glancing curiously amongst each other. Wooyoung is too busy sending daggers the creators' way. While Jongho starred in disbelief. His freedom was within arms reach. This was a decision between being selfish or selfless.

“No.”

Everyone on the lower deck gasped quite shocked at his decision. He didn’t even talk it over with any of them.

Jonghos eyes grow big. Swallowing hard he tries to calm his breathing.

“Hongjo-.”

Hongjoong holds up his hand signaling Jongho to quit talking.

“See I knew you’d…wait…no? Did you just say no?”

Hongjoong looks at the man coldly. Even with a solid white eye, he’d be far from pure.

“I said no.”

Hongjoong replied calmly.

The creator lets out of scuff, in pure shock and disbelief. Shaking his head slightly. Before locking eyes with Hongjoong.

“Is this your king? He speaks for all of you?! Did I not give you all free will? Choices? Options?!”

Jonghos eyes never leave the creator, soaking in each one of his words like a sponge. He wanted freedom more than anything. He could taste it on the tip of his tongue.

Hongjoong looked around at all of his members, soaking in each of their faces, their expressions at times spoke louder than words. Who was he to make a group decision? He was their leader. He was assigned this position, he didn’t just decide to pick it up one day. He’d be damned though if this finger pointing, waste of a man walked into his world, claiming he was not worthy.

“Free will? That’s what you gave us?! You gave us no choice! You left us here! You banished us down here!”

San yelled out.

“I never wanted to banish you! Don’t you understand that? I loved you all. Your actions are how you got down here. Don’t you understand that Sanni, you all forced my hand.”

San clenches his jaw, trying his best not to cry. He refused to cry, he wouldn’t let this man belittle him.

“You love us, yet you chose someone over us.”

Mingi speaks up. Face clear of any emotion.

“I never chose anyone over anyone Mingi. You guys did the choosing on your own.”

“Don’t fuck with us! You did this! You are responsible for all of this!”

Wooyoung stands up yelling. Motioning to the area around them. To these walls that kept them in forever.

“I still love all of you. All of you will forever be part of me. I crafted each and everyone of you. With my hands. I crafted you to perfection. Some of you needed more of my time and attention, I’m only one person, what was I supposed to do?!”

“You…you left us. You abandoned us.”

Jongho bites his lip, trying his best not to cry, not to appear weak, yet here he was, tearing up because of the man in front of him, the man who caused all of this.

“Jongho…”

Seonghwa whispers out, standing up to walk towards him. Hongjoong quickly grabs Seonghwas arm before he can even make it two feet away from his chair. Seonghwa slowly sits back down. Not missing the way Hongjoongs jaw clenches. Yeosang soaks up everything that’s playing in front of him. He doesn’t miss the way Jonghos eyes soften everytime the creator talks, nor does he miss the way Wooyoungs nostrils flare in anger.

“Jongho, I never abandoned you. I was always going to return to you guys. You have to understand I was already spreading myself thin. What was I supposed to do? Hongjoong was failing me, failing all of you guys as a leader. He forced my hand, I didn’t want to but I had to. Don’t you see that?”

Jongho looks away from the creator, not being able to stand up for himself was killing him on the inside. He wanted to understand why. Why did things turn out like this? Were they less important? Did they no longer matter? Was he really going to come back?

“Jongho not a day has gone by that I don’t think about you, about any of you.”

Jongho slowly lifts his eyes up, purple streaks staining his face.

“Don’t believe a fucking word he says Jongho. He’s a liar and a fucking snake.”

Wooyoung spits out. Voice so venomous you can almost feel the heat radiating off of his words.

“Jongho you were my baby. You were the last, I put everything I had left into you. Look at you now, going above and beyond my expectations.”

Jongho lets a sniffle out.

“I miss you all everyday. Don’t you want to come home? I can take you all back home with me. All you have to do is give them back to me.”

The creator looks at Jongho knowing he’s got at least one of them who will love him endlessly. One who will always remain loyal to him no matter what.

“Jongho…don’t you want to come home?”

“He is home.”

Mingi says bitterly.

“How about we let Jongho answer that. Jongho…? Don’t you wanna come home? All you have to do is come with me.”

Jongho bites his lip looking at all the members. Seonghwa had a soft, sad smile upon his face, Yunho, Mingi, and San were looking at him with curious eyes, Wooyoung had such a hard look upon his face, he could almost turn to stone, Yeosang remained with a straight face, Hongjoong gave him a small smile. Whatever, wherever Jongho decided to go, Hongjoong wanted Jongho to not feel pressured , wanted him to know no matter what he was going to be loved either way.

“I…I…wanna come home.”

Jongho whispers out, eyes falling from Hongjoong.

All the members let out a small gasp, not believing what they just heard. Hongjoong smiles and nods. Acknowledging Jonghos decision. Seonghwa looks between the members and Jongho. Did he really give up all these years for a man who threw them all away?

“So that’s it? You are just going to leave?”

Mingi whispers out saddened by the news Jongho just spoke. Mingis emotions begin to leak out of him causing everyone on the ground floor to feel his emotion. Some of them tearing up, others down right sobbing.

“Guards please escort our youngest brother down to the unwanted guest. While the remaining guards on the floor I'd like for you to escort everyone out.”

Jongho stepped down from this throne, not once glancing back at any of them. To ashamed, to saddened, to embarrassed to even look at them. Wooyoung smacks his lips, rolling his eyes.

“Jongho! Jongho sit down!”

Wooyoung spits out.

“Wooyoung, that’s enough.”

“He’s turning his back on his brothers, you aren’t going to do anything?!”

Wooyoung barks back at Hongjoong.

“Wooyoung. I said that’s enough.”

Hongjoong replies more sternly. Causing Wooyoung to stand down. Slumping down in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest, pouting. As soon as Jongho reaches the ground. The guards escort him over carefully. Making sure to not harm a hair on his head even though some of the guards wanted to give him the same treatment they were giving you.

“Please remove the blade from their throat.”

The creators eyes shoot to your disheartening figure. Tear streaks stain your face, caked up blood is on your neck, lips cracked and dry from the poor treatment you had got while you had been in the cell. The guard looked up at Hongjoong as if he had grew three heads. Hongjoongs eyes never once leave the creators figure. Seonghwa nods his head to the guard, confirming to remove the blade from your throat. The guards hand slowly falls down from your neck. Standing you up on your weak legs.

The creators eyes soften at your figure. Opening his arms for you to walk into. The guard grabs the back of your shoulders shoving you forward. Legs weak from the malnourishment, you fall forward, the creator moves quickly, making sure he catches you before you are able to hit the ground.

“Keep the eyes, keep the freedom. We want nothing of the sort. Take them, and never return again.”

Hongjoong speaks out with bite in his tone.

“Bring forth their book please.”

Hongjoong speaks out. Snapping his fingers to show the guards he means for them to move quickly. The doorman opens the door. A guard comes hustling through with a book in his hands. Hongjoong looks up at the creator.

“Do you understand? That is our agreement.”

The creator nods his head signaling he understands the agreement. Grabbing the eyes and papers back from the guard he pockets the papers before moving to place the glass jar away. Not even trying to bargain with Hongjoong or spare them what is rightfully theirs. Before he can fully tuck away their eyes. Jongho lightly grabs his arm.

“Can I…can I hold the jar..? It’s been so long since I’ve had my eyes.”

Jongho whispers out shyly. The creator smiles, lightly patting Jongho on the crown of his head.

“Of course you can hold them. After all, one pair of eyes in there are yours. Once we get back home I will place them in for you.”

The creator smiles at Jongho, proud that he was chosen the correct side.

Hongjoong now has the book in his hands. Opening the bookmarked page. Running his hand over the finalized page. Placing his hand on the page, the book lights on fire, a white flame stems off the book, burning to ash.

The creator can’t help but smile. He’s won, he’s officially won. He’s outsmarted the smart. He’s overcome the hill and now he can breathe a sigh of relief. Smiling at Jongho. Placing your tired body softly against the front of his legs. You let out a wince of pain, your whole body ached, He places his arms on Jonghos shoulders pulling him in for a side hug. Whispering in his ear.

“Jongho, my favorite creation. Let’s go home.”

Pulling away from the hug the creator pats Jongho on the shoulders. Giving him a tight lipped smile. Placing the jar on the ground. Jongho opens his arms widely, signaling to the creator that he wants a real hug. The creator lets a huge smile take over his face, opening his arms, moving into Jonghos hold. The creators face was facing all the members, while Jonghos face was in the opposite direction, looking away from them all.”

“I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Yunho chokes out, making gagging noises. Yet Hongjoongs face never wavers. He has a small sly smile upon his face. The creator, too busy basking in his happy moment, doesn't even notice.

“Tell me Hongjoong did you smell this betrayal

coming?”

The creator says through a laugh.

The creator wraps Jongho up in a tighter hug pulling him closer. The room is so silent if everyone had pumping hearts you’d be able to hear them beat.

Wooyoung looks at Hongjoong who has yet to move. San is staring in disbelief, golden eyes watering. How could his own brother betray them? Had they not done enough? Did their team not satisfy him?

“Don’t you understand Hongjoong..I made you! You are nothing but a puppet! And I, the puppet master! If it wasn’t for me, none of you would be here! Did you think you’d be above me!? Please…you will always be below me. You always bragged about being the superior leader…now look at you. One man down, soon there will be no one but you on your little team.”

The creator is now laughing, continuing to clutch Jongho tightly in the hug, as if they were mere old friends.

“Tell me Hongjoong did you smell this betrayal coming? I really want to know!

The creator says through a laugh.

Hongjoong looks at the creator with such a blank expression, the smile he once had leaving his face. Seonghwas in disbelief, nudging Hongjoong harshly.

“Do something Hongjoong! You can do something right!?”

Hongjoong nods his head.

“All of you have free will, I will never make you choose a side.”

Hongjoong quietly whispers out, only loud enough to where all the members hear.

The creator is now hysterically laughing, while continuing to hold Jongho. The hug was a superior move; it was like an official checkmate move. He officially had him right where he wanted him.

“Hongjoo-.”

A stuttering gasp fills the room, cutting Seonghwa's sentence off, they all lock eyes with the creator, his eyes going wide and blank. He lightly pushes Jongho back, putting space between the both of them, looking down he sees his stomach turning pitch black. Gasping noises continue to pour out of his mouth.

A wicked grin is placed on Hongjoongs face.

“He didn’t need to smell the betrayal, you did.”

Jongho grits out, clutching his hand further into the creators back, rotting him from the inside out, banishing his very own existence. Wooyoungs eyes grow huge at Jongho.

“Checkmate.”

Hongjoong speaks out with a chipper tone to his voice. Standing up he stretches his back out. All of the members look amongst each other. Surprised that he was so easily able to be manipulated. The thought of power truly does go to one’s head. The creators body falls to the floor, he’s choking on his own life, the life that is now leaving his very own body, slowly. His eyes look over to your trembling figure on the floor. Trying to gather up all his strength he belly crawls over to you. Tossing his body by yours.

Hongjoong makes his way to the lower level, the rest of the members following behind. As soon as he opens the door he sees the creator trying to give the rest of his light to you. So he could live and breathe not only through you, but also for you. Hongjoong let’s out a small chuckle. Shoes clicking on the sleek wood floor as he makes his way towards you both. Winking at Jongho the closer he gets. Wooyoung rounds the corner, running into Jonghos arms. Pulling him close.

Seonghwa walks close behind Hongjoong, placing his foot upon the creators chest, knocking him over to lay on his back so he was staring straight up at them. Hongjoong squats down, pushing some of the creators hair back. While he continued to wither away, painfully slow.

“Don’t you know silly, you never make a deal with the devils.”

San says, clearly amused at how this turn of events had risen.

“You know… you are just as corrupted as us..such a shame. I think you would’ve been a great addition to the team. We always need someone to help scrub the floors.”

Hongjoong says while continuing to push pieces of hair out of his face. Yunho grabs the back of your shirt pulling you up from the floor so your back is seated against his knees. San moves around Hongjoong grabbing the back of the creators shirt, sitting him up. Grabbing his face tightly.

“If you think about falling back onto the floor, I will make this death slower for you.”

Hongjoong waves his head over signaling for the guard on standby to come stand behind the creator just in case he tries to flop backwards. Mingi digs into the creators coat, grabbing out their papers.

“Going to be needing these, thank you.”

Hongjoong lightly slaps the side of the creators face, signaling him to keep his eyes open. Yunho grabs the top of your shoulders, jerking your body fully upright. You let out a whimper of pain. The creator tries his best to keep his eyes open.

“Let them go.”

He whispers out weakly through gritted teeth, trying his best to stare harshly at Hongjoong. All he sees staring back at him is his devilish smile. Hongjoong stands up, walking towards your body standing to the side of Yunho. All of the members follow behind. The creator looks up through hooded eyes. Pain starting to go up a notch, black blood begins to slowly pour out of his mouth. He’s trying his best to keep his head up right. The guard takes notice, grasping the top of his hair, forcing his head to stay up right. Yunho brings his hand down to the top of your head, slightly tilting your head forward so that you are looking at the ground.

Your body bent and moved whichever way they pleased. You were like play doh in their hands. Yunho runs his hand along the nape of your neck. Fully palming the back of your head, grasping it, tilting it back so you were now looking up at all of them. Hongjoong couldn’t take his eyes off of the creator who sat and watched with a heartbroken look upon his features while his life continued to slowly pour out of him. His eyes started to flutter again.

“Open your eyes and look! Look! I want you to see what it looks like when your world comes crashing down on you, just like you did to us!”

Just as the creator adjusts his eyes, Yunho firmly grabs the back of your head. A choked out sob leaves your throat. Before your eyes roll into the back of your head, your hands try their best to remove Yunhos hand from your head. You feel the warmth of your body slowly start to leave you. The creator tries to hiccup out a sob, yet all that’s heard is more gasping for air coming from him.

“Maddox! If you could please!”

Maddox is escorted in by the guards with a book in his hands. Making sure to move as quickly as possibly. The creators eyes grow wide, whose book was this?

“You fucking snake.”

The creator spits out, blood specks flying everywhere. Hongjoong let’s out a small laugh, nodding to Maddox that he may exit. Grasping the book he flips open to the bookmarked page. Running his hands along the lines that grace it, smiling to himself, this was it. Not even making eye contact with him, Hongjoong speaks up.

“That book I burned, was your book. Surprise! You know you built this place, making you have your very own book too. The thought honestly had slipped my mind if I’m being honest.”

Hongjoong says through a chuckle.

“I can’t take all the credit though. It was Jonghos idea. All of them helped me execute it, as a team we made it happen.. Aren’t they such fine actors? After all we did learn from the best though. Isn’t that right?”

Hongjoong looks up from the book starring the creator straight through the eyes. A devilish grin gracing all of their faces. His warm palm comes down upon your book. A white flame engulfed his palm, lighting the page on fire, causing it to burn to ash. Your body writhing in pain, you let out one last choked out breath before your body goes slack. Falling over, hitting the ground with a thud. Both of your eye sockets are now empty, along with the huge hole that is now in your chest. Your body slowly starts to flake away into light gray ash.

The creator squeezes his eyes tightly, tears pouring out of his eyes, not sure if those were tears from the pain of rotting from the inside out, or tears from watching his most prized possession be wiped permanently from ever existing.

Hongjoong bends down, finger under his chin, making him look directly at him.

“Every ounce of pain you feel will never accumulate to the pain you have caused all of us, I would say see you in the next life but there won’t be a next for you now will there?”

Hongjoong smiles menacingly while standing up.

“What should we do about the eyes?”

Mingi says while grabbing the jar, slightly jiggling the marbles around.

Hongjoong shrugs, looking at all of the members.

“I like my eyes, I think they compliment me well.”

Jongho speaks up, batting his eyelashes at the members.

Causing the members to slightly chuckle, Hongjoongs chest swelled with love, he’d never tell the members that hearing them all collectively agree they prefer the eyes Hongjoong crafted for them was a sense of pride within himself, a sense of love, a sense of security that they wanted to remain there with him. There would never be a day that went by that the members weren’t grateful for their leader. Mingi decides to drop the jar on the floor, glass shattering everywhere causing the glass marble eyes to crack while hitting the floor. Causing their original eyes never being able to be salvaged.

Letting out a hum of approval, Hongjoong turns his back to the creator, while the rest of the members follow behind him, now leaving him to continue to whiter away from existence.

“Oh and don’t worry about your world! I’ll make sure their new leaders make a grand appearance! We always show up in a timely fashion!”

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Authors Note: Alright y’all, THAT IS A WRAP😭💙💔! Such a bittersweet moment. My first series has officially came to an end, I had such a fun time writing this. So you already know what I’m going to ask…so..what do we think?👀 the possibility of this getting a sequel or a prequel is honestly pretty high. I just want to thank everyone that commented, liked, and reblogged this series. I was so worried when I first put out Mingis chapter, it was my first series and I wasn’t sure how if people would even wanna read it, I went into this with zero expectations and came out with so much support😭💙. I can’t thank y’all enough🥹💙. I also can’t wait to hear what y’all think on the final chapter, what type of questions y’all have, and just the overall feedback. Who was your favorite character out of the series? Which chapter was your favorite? Now…Some of y’all already know I got the San series in the works👀. March 15th is when the first chapter will be dropped, bookmark it, write it down, tattoo it on your hand, don’t miss it, it’ll be an angsty ride! Once again thank you all for the love and support this series got🥹💙. Onto the next series we go!👏

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The Eight Evil Thoughts // OT8

Part 8: Pride

You were a firm believer that when you died you were bound to go to heaven…but what happens when you get casted straight down to hell. Before kneeling before the most famous evil thought/leader you run into the other evil thoughts along the way.

“It was pride that changed angels into devils; it is humility that makes men as angels.

-Saint Augustine

🌹Pair: Reader x ????

🌹Genre: Angst, Thriller, Possible Yandere, Suggestive, Religion Talk, Cursing,

🌹Word Count: 4.0k

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Seonghwa stood in the middle of the hallway, a smile gracing his face. All the portraits on the walls stopped moving, fixing their stance and going back to being hung straight up. The debri was whisking away down the hall, clearing the walkway, everything was tidying itself up. All 6 doors in the hallway opened. Each member stood tall in their doorways.

“It’s almost time…”

Seonghwa said lowly, his timber voice bouncing down the hall. Watching the mess he created clean itself up.

“Where are they now?”

Wooyoung asked, now back to his original form.

“They’ve just entered Hongjoongs room. It won’t be long before he summons all of us.”

Seonghwa lets out a low hum. All 6 of the thoughts shake their heads in a nodding motion. Signaling to the silver eye man that they understood what he was getting at.

“Don’t be late.”

Seonghwa says before he walks down the hall. The only noise that could be heard was the clicking of Seonghwas shoes.

All of the thoughts look towards Mingi. Giving him the side eye.

“I feel like he was talking about you Mingi.”

“It was one time!” Mingi groans out.

“I bet you he will show up late again.”

San whispers loudly to Yunho.

“You are so on!”

Yunho loudly whispers back.

Mingi dead pans over to Yunho and San.

“You know when people whisper they do it a lot quieter.”

Yeosang looks at Yunho and San disappointed in their failed attempt to be secretive.

San swivels his head so he’s half hanging out of his door, looking directly at Yeosang. He blows a kiss in his direction.

“What’s cooking good looking?”

San raises his eyebrows at Yeosang, continuing to make kissy faces at him. He leans his arm on the door frame trying to look as sexy as possible with such tight space. Stretching his back out in an arching motion trying to flex his back muscles, curving his spine oddly.

“San, scoliosis is not a subject to take lightly, making fun of others condition is hurtful.”

Yeosang says in the most monotone voice they’ve ever heard.

Wooyoung and Jongho are biting their lips so hard to choke back their laughter. Mingi chokes out a small laugh. Yunho is now on his knees, head to floor, laughing so hard. His electric blue eyes are filling with tears.

San tries to straighten his posture but the way he’s bent in his door frame he’s made himself stuck. Not wanting to embarrass himself twice he just sticks with the position he’s in, not trying to alert the others he’s stuck, he doesn’t want to add fuel to their laughter fest.

“Rejected, rejected, you just got rejected!”

Wooyoung sings.

“RE-JE-CT-ED! REJECTED!”

Wooyoung and Jongho sing loudly together.

San let’s put a huff. Clearly annoyed at Wooyoung and Jonghos antics.

“Shut up Woo!”

“sHuT uP wOo!”

Wooyoungs mockery of San makes everyone burst out laughing now. Yunho is still trying to find strength to stand up. Mingi is gasping for air in his doorway. Jongho and Wooyoung are hugging their door frames, laughing so hard they try to stabilize theirselves.

“Sanni…”

San looks over at Yeosang with a pout on his face. Yeosang quickly makes him a finger heart and closes his door. A huge smile makes its way across Sans face. One of his arms slipping, causing him to face plant into the doorframe. More laughter erupts from the others. They clearly didn’t see Yeosangs love gesture due to laughing so hard. San lies there in the entry of his doorway. Smiling to himself. Tossing his arms behind his head.

“Yea…he wants me.”

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Letting out a deep breath you brace yourself against the door. Wiping the sweat off of your forehead. Not even daring to open your eyes just yet. Turning slightly you try to listen for any noise outside of the door. Your nerves were still on high alert. Seonghwa shook you to the core. Out of all the thoughts you had come across he by far was the most frightening one.

You heard nothing, still braced against the door. You turn your head looking around the room. Not daring to move from the spot. Everything was so bright in this room. Every color just seemed like it was more vibrant than the next. There was a desk in the middle of the room with books and books. There was a shelf filled with books, everywhere you turned all you saw was stationary items. Books, pens, pencils, notepads. Were you in the secretary office of hell?

Your body was tempted to go and look through all the items. Body finally peeling off the door, running your fingers lightly over the gold decor that decorated the door. The door looked like an entryway to a kings palace but yet you were in an office of some sort.

“Can I help you?”

The voice suddenly startled you causing you to flee in the corner where the door is present. You know for a fact it isn’t any of the thoughts you’ve run into and it’s most definitely not Seonghwa. Bracing yourself against the door with your eyes shut. Too nervous to answer. Yet you were setting yourself up for any opponent to easily attack you.

“Just hurry up and do what you are going to do…”

You say in a low tone…wanting to get whatever this person had planned for you, over with. Refusing to peek your eyes open a little bit you stood as still as a statue.

The man let out an annoyed groan. Clearly not wanting to put up with your antics. He makes his way to his desk, pulling out his seat, continuing the paperwork he had piles of, not even sparing you a second glance. All you hear is a pen scratching at paper, papers being separated, and the persons low breaths.

Deciding to take a peek of the person you are in the room with…he is scrunched in his desk chair. His black hair is messy, his eyebrows are knitted together.

“Please stop staring at me. It’s distracting me.”

Your eyes grow big, not knowing where to look you settle for the bookcase behind him. Not wanting to antagonize him or piss him off. It’s a struggle to keep your eyes where they lay because your body is pulled to his, almost like a magnet. He’s so alluring, yet he hasn’t even said much to you.

“..I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare…I’m hiding from someone…I can leave if you like..?”

You are biting the inside of your lip, peeling the skin off of it. A new nervous tick you have picked up since being down here.

“Stop biting your lip, if you bite it any more your lips will bleed and Seonghwa can smell blood so I suggest you don’t do that.”

“He can what?!”

The man doesn’t pay any attention to your dramatics. He’s so embraced in his work, still not picking up his head to even spare you a glance. You motion towards the seat across from him.

“Do you mind if I sit? Or I can remain standing! It’s really up to y-.”

You cut yourself mid sentence as he picks his head up finally sparing you a glance. He looks ethereal…like God hand crafted this man himself, all of the thoughts were beautiful but this man was something else, his eyes purely white…he must be an angel.

He sends a small smile your way, motioning towards the chair in front of him. Your feet feel like they have melted onto the floor, not moving an inch.

“Please have a seat.”

You don’t even verbally respond, you just nod your head dumbfoundedly, moving towards the seat before graciously trying to sit but you just end up plopping down. Exhaling a sigh of relief. Your heart is the calmest it’s ever been right now. Everyone of them feels like a sliver of home but right here in this very moment…it feels more than home. It feels like this is where you are supposed to be. A comforting silence takes over the room. Relaxing into the chair. Your eyes shut, the warmth of solace graces you ever so lovely.

“How long do you plan on hiding from Seonghwa?”

The way he speaks, the way the words roll off his tongue it’s like he’s breathing feelings of relief right into you, into your body, into your mind. You let out a small hum.

“I’m not too sure. How long should I hide from him?”

You say in a relaxed tone. You sound like you have no worry in the world, you feel like you have no worry in the world. In his presence, yet you don’t even have the full mental capacity to ask the white eyed man how he even knows Seonghwa.

“He does like games. He’s never been one to give up easily.”

He says while flipping through his stack of papers.

“You look exhausted…like you need a well needed rest.”

You crack your eyes open to look at him . He is looking directly at you. You feel a heat creep down your spine. His gaze alone, even though all of his eyes are white, it’s so intimidating, his beauty is so intimidating. Yet you feel no fear in your body.

“Yea…it’s been non stop with the games and the trials you know…? I’m worried I’m failing right now as we speak.”

You end off your sentence with a slight chuckle. Not even putting a thought in your mind that the man in front of you was a part of that group. He nods, putting his pen down, giving you his full attention now.

“So…is this the front office to hell?

The man in front of you lets out an amused chuckle. You swore you were in heaven the way his smile lit up the room.

“So is this the front office of hell?”

You smile at him, nodding your head, letting him know you were listening to whatever reply he was going to say.

“I’d say it’s closer to the information center of hell?”

“So this room holds everything you need to know about hell?!”

“Yes it does. It doesn’t look that big but it is full of information here.”

“Do you know who the devil is down here? Have you seen him before?! I’m not too sure when I’ll come across him…I’m hoping soon..maybe to plead my case? Send me to the big man upstairs.”

“Devil?”

“Oh, leader! I meant the leader!”

You are so busy rambling on about the leader of hell, listing off all of your questions you don’t even realize the vile smirk that has made its way upon his face for a quick second, clearly he was amused by you.

“I wonder how he even became the leader! How does one become a leader of hell, ya know? Like I know Yeosang said this isn’t like a job you sign up for but still… I wonder how any of them got their job titles..or roles in hell. Hey, how did you get your job? How did you become the secretary of hell?”

He nods his head taking on the butt load of questions you’ve asked him. Trying to decipher where to start first. He runs a hand over his chin.

“I have seen the leader…I’ve seen him multiple times. That’s what happens when you are in hell though…you see a lot of each other.”

“Do you know how he became the leader? It’s probably in one of these books huh?”

The white eyed man nods.

“Yea it’s in one of these books. Everyone who is down here is in one of these books, including yourself.”

Your eyes grow big with curiosity.

“I’m in one of these books?! Really?!”

“Yes everyone has a page in the center down here.”

“I’m assuming you’ve read all the books here?”

“I sure have, it’s my job.”

He says with a slight chuckle. Pride filled his chest at retaining all the information that sat within the room.

“So you know all of the princes backgrounds and how they got the roles..can you share that with me? Or even the kings story..? If you are going to get fired though..you don’t have to tell me.”

You say through a whisper afraid anyone could hear the conversation you and the man in front of you were having.

“I’m assuming whatever they did must’ve been pretty bad to end up down here.”

You say faintly…slowly remembering your last encounter with all of them, Mingis words float around in your head ““You constantly try to find out who we are, what we are. But do you know who you are? What you are?” How could you forget any of those words? Even though he is sadness when he last spoke to you it was a different type of sadness, a different type of sorrow.

“Mmmm…so whatever you must’ve done must’ve been really bad because you are down here also.”

“I’m not bad! I’m not bad…I don’t think…?…I’m not even sure what I did…I’m not even sure who I am…”

The last words you spoke fainted off into silence. Your head clouded Mingis words, Jonghos words. How could anyone forget who they were? How could you even reflect on anything…when you barely remembered who you were..you were lost in all corners of the board. Lost in life, and now lost in the after life.

“Hongjoong.”

“What..?”

“That’s my name Hongjoong. You never asked for it…I assumed maybe you’d like to know my name.”

You look at him with a faint smile, never once did it cross your mind to ask the white eyed man his name.

“Well it is nice to meet you Hongjoong!”

“You as well, you as well.”

That’s when your stomach starts to feel sour, you feel uneasiness slowly it’s way into your bones. You feel like a million ants are crawling over your body. Has the room always felt this stuffy? Deciding that it’s best to leave now, standing up you brush your hands on your pants, hoping to pass it off as you brush debri from your clothes.

“I think I’ve overstayed my welcome. I apologize for barging in on you, I hope I didn’t mess up your work . I hope I wasn't too much of a bother.”

You flash a tight lipped smile at him trying to look as unfrightened as possible. You bow your head slightly before turning your back to him, making way towards the door.

“You know…they say he was once the most beautifulest angel!”

His statement caused you to stop your motion, hand on door knob, his sentence sends shivers up your spine.

“They said when the creator crafted him, he was the first ever. They said the creator breathed beauty into all of them but the leader…he breathed grace and elegance into him, he once had the most beautiful eyes ever....he was crafted as a leader from the start. He had the responsibility of making sure all the others were in check, that they never strayed away from the right path.”

Your hand is wavering on the knob, not knowing if you should stay to hear this story, or just leave. The air is thick, thick with hidden knowledge, thick with want..no…the need to know, the need to obtain this knowledge.

“He was to lead eight others, eight other creations. He was the creators right hand man. There was no Adam, there was no Eve yet, just him and these eight other beings.”

You straighten your posture, hand dropping from hovering over the knob. You chew on the inside of your bottom lip. Letting the curiosity run its course through you. You turn slightly looking at the man, who was now looking off to the side of the room, specifically at a mahogany bookcase. You make your way slowly back to the chair not wanting to interrupt the knowledge he was now kindly sharing.

“He was to love and cherish these creations as if he crafted them himself. He spent day and night making sure none of his sheep were led astray. There is always that one though…that one sheep who wants to wander away from the group. He went to the creator himself and told him about one sheep in particular, this sheep had a flaw, an imperfection. Something was not right with this creation.”

Hongjoong let out a deep breath, as if telling this story out loud was finally going to bring him some relief. You place your elbow on the desk, bringing your hand under your chin, fully absorbed in the story.

“Yet he still attended to the creations, the creator wanted him to continue trying, so he did. He did what any father would ask of its child, of its own creation. He still couldn’t get a grip on this one creation, so he goes back to the creator, tells him again. The creator calls upon this stray creation…this creation pleads with the creator that they are just testing the lands, testing out new things, and what does the creator do? He turns a blind eye. Says it’s the leaders fault for not leading properly, that the leader should be better at what he does.”

You nod slowly, taking in everything Hongjoong is saying, feeling sorry for the leader.

“The leader is shocked, all seven of the other creations are doing well, yet he got no praise, no recognition, not even a thank you for leading them correctly. You see the fault did not lie within the leader, oh no no, it lied within the creator! He couldn’t handle that a creation he made was faulty, blemished, imperfect. So instead of owning up to it he blamed his first creation!”

Hongjoongs face turned into one very malicious looking, evil was sketched across his face, his hand now tight in a fist.

“He continued to blame his first creation, his creation remained loyal, never once blaming the creator. The stray creation, he always turned a blind eye too, the leader was his first creation yet he favored the stray one constantly. When that creation would do wrong, the creator would turn around and blame the leader. He scolded the leader so often, soon he started scolding the other creations too for the stray creations' behavior. Saying that the nine of them were supposed to be pillars of the world! That they were supposed to be role models!”

Hongjoongs tone starts getting louder, breathing quickly as he becomes more and more upset. Taking you back slightly, you remove your elbow from the desk, slowly trying to push yourself as far back as you can go in your chair.

“They were supposed to be role models yet he never tried to fix that imperfection of a creation he made. The eight of them were perfect yet the ninth one was flawed! The creator couldn’t see that though he was blinded by favoritism! So one day the leader and the seven other creations are called upon by the creator. The ninth creation had officially gone astray, off the track, that ninth creation was always tempted, always was into something and their temptation finally got the best of them. The creator hears of the ninth's doings and instead of blaming them, correcting them, fixing them, he blames the leader and the other seven creations!”

Hongjoongs face is now flushed red, anger has consumed his body, what was supposed to be a nice factual story has now turned into a nightmare.

“That ninth creation had done the worst of the worst, they sinned but the creator just kept turning a blind eye! What was the leader and the seven other creations supposed to do?! Stand by and take it?! Oh no, no, no! So they did what they felt was best. They confronted the creator, told him he had a poor choice in creations, that his work was flawed, that the ninth creation needed to be terminated. What does the creator do? He creates hell and banishes all eight of them down there, assigning them all the biggest thoughts known to mankind! Sins in which they must carry forever with them! But before the leader leaves with whatever pride he has left he makes sure that the ninth creation also gets at least a similar punishment, so the leader marks the ninth creation with not only a permanent thought/sin to carry forever but along with making them weak, they can walk the world as nothing more than a poorly crafted mortal and everytime they die in their mortal life the first place they go is hell, over and over and over again. That is the ninth creations punishment, until the end of time they must constantly go through that cycle!”

He is now fully standing out of his seat. One hand comes up to grip his hair while the other is balled up tightly, his lip curled up into a snarl, voice getting louder and louder as he continues the story.

“The creator finds out about the mark when he is not able to pull them back up from the mortal world. The creator comes to the leader begging and pleading for the leader to remove the mark on the ninth creation. The leader is heartbroken, he was the first creation, the leader, yet the creator shows him no love? No courtesy? No fucking remorse?! Was he not important? Were the seven others not important too?! Did they not fucking matter?! The leader refuses to remove the mark and what does the creator do? He tells the leader he will take away something from each of them, since he didn’t want to remove the mark from his most prized creation. The most important thing he had created them all with, their eyes! So what does he do?! He takes them away! Leaving them with empty holes in their faces!”

You wince at the yelling Hongjoong is doing. You are now completely terrified, yet you cannot move your body, still to emerged in the story, and too terrified to even move a muscle.

He took the one thing those eight creations had left! Had he not taken enough from them?! Had they not been banned down here to suffer till the end of time and forever more?! So the leader takes what scraps he has and he crafts every one of them eyes, yet he has no skill in him nor knows how to even craft well.. so he makes all of their eyes a solid color because it’s the best he can do…He had to work with the cards he was dealt …and he still made a better creator than their very own creator did…”

Hongjoongs rage finally dies down…he runs a hand down his face, falling back into his desk chair. Continuing to stare at the bookcase. You are afraid to even exhale, yet your mouth moves before your brain can comprehend.

“…so what color did the leader make his eyes..?..”

“White. He made them white…he felt like it was the last punishment he could receive and if he was going to receive it…then the punishment should be dealt from his own hands…”

“…what is the punishment behind the color white…?…”

You say so quietly you barely hear yourself speak.

“White is supposed to represent simplicity, cleanliness, and purity. All the things the creator stripped me of before he banished me down here with what little pride I had left.”

You gulp loudly…now everything is starting to aline, why he had such a breakdown, why he got so upset…you can’t believe this whole time the leader of hell was sitting right in front of you. This is the man who held your fate in his hands. This was the man that all the other sins respected, bowed to. Your blood runs ice cold through your veins now.

“Who..who are you..?..”

“I am pride.”

“…wh-…who was the ninth creation..?”

“It was you.”

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Authors Note: Well well well…we have now officially covered ALL of the members😭🤍this is such a bitter sweet moment for me. Bc that means this series sadly will be ending with in the next chapter or two but I had so much fun writing this series. So…👀 what do we think..? Pride with in the sins is known as “The leader of the sins” so when I was picking what I wanted him as I got lucky cause I had originally chose him as pride so woop woop👏! I hope all of you enjoyed this chapter…bc it was juicyyyy! I may finish off this series with two more chapters but I really see just one more chapter after Hongjoongs part but if I can stretch it to two chapters I will. I hope all of you enjoyed not only this chapter but this series as well! I appreciate all the love it has received from all of you 💙😭!

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The Eight Evil Thoughts // OT8

Part 7: Gluttony

You were a firm believer that when you died you were bound to go to heaven…but what happens when you get casted straight down to hell. Before kneeling before the most famous evil thought/leader you run into the other evil thoughts along the way.

“The gluttons dig their own graves with their teeth.”

-James Howell

🌹Pair: Reader x ????

🌹Genre: Angst, Thriller, Possible Yandere, Suggestive, Religion Talk, Cursing,

🌹Word Count: 5.5k

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Yunho slowly makes his way back to his room. Seeing you peacefully sleeping irritates him even more. Hoping that you would wake up soon, even though he used to be madly in love with you he cannot stand the sight of you for long. It is just a constant reminder of what you did to him. 

Why he is the way he is now, Why any of them are the way they are now. He shuts his door as quietly as possible, hands dragging down his face in defeatedness. He is tired, not physically but quite mentally, you put a strain on all of the boys every time you are in their presence. Sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands running down his face. Knowing he is to alert the other thoughts about being summoned in two days. He steps towards the mirror running his hands over the glass. A white illuminating light coming from around the border. 

“I have spoken with Seonghwa…we will all be summoned in two days. Do not play around, neither of them are in a joking mood when it comes to them. Show up on time, I am talking specifically to you Mingi.”

A illuminating glow comes from the mirror with every word that is spoken. 

“I was late one time! One time Yunho!”

All that can be heard now is a bunch of voices overlapping, some agreeing, some disagreeing with the statement Mingi has made.

“You were late numerous times, what was your excuse? I was looking for a box of kleenex. Isn’t that what you said?” Jongho says in a teasing tone.

“My nose was runny! I spent a couple of hours at Wooyoungs, the cave was very cold and the water was freezing that day.” Mingi says through a whine.

“Because you came to visit me in December! Who visits in December?! I tell you all to visit me later in the day when I have warmed up the water, I have said this numerous times. Everyone knows you notify people before you visit them. Common curtesy Mingi. ” Wooyoung says in an annoyed tone.

“Every time I visit the water is warm.” Yeosang suddenly speaks up while he had been remaining quiet this whole time.

“You visit him but you don’t visit me?! What does he have that I don’t Yeosang?” San suddenly spits out envy laced in his tone.

“He wants to look at a sexy visual, that's what I have.” Wooyoung replies in a cocky tone.

“Wooyoung I swear I will sho-.”

Yunho cuts off San before we can even finish his sentence, as much as he loves the drama he sees you stirring knowing soon it'll be time to send you on your merry way to Seonghwa.

“Two days, do not be late, I will see you all then.”

He runs his hand lightly over the mirror, the light around it goes off. In a way ending the communication they all had. All of the other thoughts have received the message. His job is now officially done. Walking back over to the bed he lays down, flat on his back, staring at the ceiling curious as to how the next couple of days are going to play out.

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Your body is slightly sore and stiff from the events that occurred last night. Sitting up you stretch your body out. You realize that Yunho is not present in the room. Gathering the blanket up to cover your body just in case he was to appear out of anywhere. 

“Yunho?...Yunho?!”

No reply…you feel your heart droop down to your ankles. It was so passionate in the moment yet waking up the next day without him feels like a one night stand. You wobble out of the bed. Trying to find all the traces of your clothes before dropping the blanket to put them on. You take in the scenery around you while getting dressed, you never had the chance to fully take in the room you were in due to the events happening so fast.

 His room looked ordinary, the walls were painted a light blue, he had a dresser in the corner, and this gorgeous mirror. It looked like an old Victorian antique mirror. Yet the wood that surrounded it was far from aged. It looked brand new, polished. 

Temptation and curiosity getting the best of you, you walk forward continuing your way towards the glass wanting to feel the wood beneath your fingers. Just as you are about to get ready to touch the glass you catch a waft of the most delicious smell, food. Your body has not had any food since you left Jonghos orchard. While you really were tempted to inspect the mirror more, the smell of food won you over. 

Deciding to let your nose be the guide you follow the scent. Leading you out the door to Yunhos bedroom down the hall. While you were being lured by the scent you passed various doors, every door you passed gave you such a chilling feeling, but the thought of food led you forward.

Stopping short before a silver door..you put your ear to the door to see if you hear anything or anybody inside. No noise, no movements so you proceed forward turning the knob with a delicate hand. Cracking open the door you stick your head in to see if anyone was present, the coast was clear so you step in, quietly shutting the door behind you.

 Back fully pressed against the door you take in the sight in front of you. While it did smell delectable in here there was an underlying scent to it, crisp lemon zest, it smelled of cleaner in here. The same cleaner that was in Yeosangs bathroom. While your stomach let out a growl you were trying your best not to be tempted. You instantly knew someone or something is here. Your fingers twitch at the possibility of eating. 

Stepping back you shut your eyes and massage your temples. Turning your back to the food. Taking in deep breaths trying your best to relax yourself. The scent alone makes your mouth water but you know that whatever move you make there will be a cost, a hefty one. After taking a few deep breaths you turn around, startled at what you see before you.

 A man at the end of the table, eyes solid silver just staring right at you, no emotion on his face whatsoever. He looked frozen, almost like a statue, like he wasn’t even alive. How long had he been sitting there? Had he been there this whole time? A strong scent of lemon hits the bottom of your nose. So he is the reason for the scent. 

You freeze in your place not daring to move, you feel the beads of sweat licking your spine, it feels like the air is freezing in the room yet the presence of this man is alarming and making your body feel engulfed in flames, not a sensual or passion burn, a terrifying, bone shivering burn. 

You glance down at the food then back up at him. You are contemplating running out the room yet it feels like your feet are glued to the floor. The chair right before you shoots out, smacking you in the legs. You let out a small whimper wincing at the sudden contact of the wooden chair and your legs. You still make no move from your standing position, not sure if you should take a seat, or remain on guard.

“Sit.”

His deep voice vibrates off of your ear drums. You gulp quite loudly…you slowly step around the chair to sitting on it. Just as your butt comes in contact with the wood, the chair slams forward bringing you right at the edge of the table. He was sat at the head of the table while you were sat at the end of it.

 He rolled his neck from side to side, trying to relieve the pressure that had built up in his neck. The sudden movement of him makes you plant your feet on the ground trying to move the chair back, your fight or flight was kicking in now. You were ready to flee. 

He props his elbows on the table, hands rested underneath his chin, with a wicked grin on his face. You continue to try to push yourself out from being seated at the table, stomach growling in the process of your fight with the chair.

“The last time you have eaten something is when you were with Jongho, correct?”

His deep voice brings you to a screeching halt. Pausing your movements your body is still on guard but if you have learned anything you realize it is best to answer when any of them speak to you. You are extra on edge due to you not knowing who or what he is.

“...Yes…yes that is correct.”

“I figured, please help yourself to anything on this table.”

Your eyes shoot to the food below you, while it does look delicious you are not sure if you can trust this food.

“….What if you have poisoned it..? You are a stranger…”

He grabs a vine of grapes plating them before himself. Plucking the fruit off one by one, putting them in his mouth. 

“I’m Seonghwa. Now we aren’t strangers anymore.”

You inspect him closer, seeing as how he was just shoveling the fruit in his mouth and nothing bad was happening, against your better judgment you pick up a strawberry. Biting a small piece out of it. 

Clearing your throat you decide to ask him the question burning on your mind.

“So…are you…are you the leader?..”

He brings a napkin up to his mouth. For being in hell he was very polished, very neat, super clean. He lets a smile grace his face, one that you could mistake as  genuine. He looked like something straight out of a fairytale. He lets out a hum.

“Mmm…am I the leader…? Tell me Tiny do you think I’m the leader?”

You slightly choke on your strawberry. Your body flushes with embarrassment. You can’t believe he called you the name Yunho gave you last night. You look like a deer caught in the headlights. Your eyes are slightly big, your mouth is gaping open like a fish. You can’t seem to make a sentence. 

“Yea…we all heard that. I don’t know why you are getting so shy now…you didn’t sound very shy last night.”

Your mouth is now hung wide open. You can’t believe anything that is coming out of his mouth. Your body is starting to clam up. You want to be anywhere but here. You bite your lip not to sure of what to say. You just pick up another piece of fruit. Stuffing it in your mouth trying to avoid any conversation with this man at this point. While eating the fruit some juice makes it out your mouth and splashes on the table cloth. You hear a sudden loud gasp. You look up and Seonghwa is staring at you, he looks very disgruntled. 

His eye does a noticeable twitch. He looks uneasy, almost like he wants to vomit. His hand tightens into a fist. Clearing his throat he places a napkin in the middle of the table within arms reach for you.

“Please eat neater.”

He tries his best to say it with a smile. You nod your head slowly, grabbing the napkin and placing it by your glass. You continue to eat the fruit taking small bites out of every piece. The room is silent. Seonghwa is no longer moving or eating; he's just staring at you with a blank face. Your eyes flicker back and forth between the portraits on the wall and your plate. Him staring at you is just frying your nerves beyond repair. 

“Let’s play a game.”

His voice booming off the walls, startling you, you drop a piece of fruit on the table cloth, staining it once again. His eyebrow twitches once again. Nails gripping the wooden table underneath trying to calm himself. You look like a deer caught in the headlights. Mouth slightly open, eyes blown wide with nerves, hands shaking with anxiety that he would even bring up the thought of playing a game. That’s what it felt like you’ve been doing since you’ve been down here. He folds his hands under his chin, leaning forward like you have sparked his interest with your reactions. You wipe your hands on your pants, palms dripping in sweat. 

“..isn’t that technically what I’ve been doing since I’ve been down here…?..playing all of your guys' games..?”

Seonghwa let’s a wicked grin take over his face, he clearly found your scariness amusing. Little did you know you were just shoveling coals onto the burning flame.

“Why yes darling, but now you are going to play my game.”

Your hands are gripping your knees under the table. You are so worried that whatever game he was going to play with you. You were definitely going to fail without a second thought. You slowly nod your head forward letting him know whatever game he had in mind you were willing to play. He stands up from his chair, a loud scraping noise from the wood dances around your ears in a screech making you wince. Dusting off his shirt and pants he begins to walk towards you. Deciding your best motion is to just freeze, hands still gripping your knees tightly, your breathing comes to a halt. 

He’s standing by your side, slightly perched up on the table. He runs his fingers across your jawline, the close proximity between you two causes your eyebrows to scrunch, leaving a wrinkle indentation between your brows. He notices your uncomfortable state and lets out a small chuckle. It’s clear as day your nerves were fueling his hunger. He runs his finger over the wrinkle between your eyebrows, clearly amused. Dropping his hand to his side.

“We are going to play hide and seek. You will hide and I will seek. You have 100 seconds to go hide before I come looking for you.”

You open your mouth to object but he cuts you off before you can even mutter a word.

“One….two…three..”

Throwing your chair back you dash out of the room. Making a beeline for the hallway. Throwing the door closed behind you. Looking around for any door you could go through in the hallway. As you briskly walk down the hallway you thought your best bet would be to enter Yunhos room since that’s where you were last and were most familiar with. It felt like the hallway had doubled in length. Were there always this many doors? As you continue to walk you can hear Seonghwas counting getting closer and closer to one hundred. He was currently at seventy. Even though you continued to move down the hall you could still hear his voice. 

The closer he got in numbers the more your anxiety spiked. Deciding to even forget the thought of finding Yunhos bedroom. You go for the first door you find. A sleek dark blue door. Opening the knob you quickly step in, completely missing the golden encrusted name on the door. Sadness.

Before shutting the door you hear Seonghwa call out that he was coming to seek you. Scurrying inside you close the door fast but as quietly as possible. Back against the door with your eyes shut and head tilted towards the ceiling, taking in small deep breaths trying to soothe your nerves. When you hear a deep, timid voice speak up.

“…what are you doing here…?..”

Your eyes almost bug out of your skull. How could you have not even thought about scoping out the room. Or even thought about checking to see if anyone was in the room. Dropping your head you brace yourself up against the door ready to flee at any moment. You realize it’s…Mingi?

Your nerves while they slightly relax at knowing it’s just Mingi in the room you also remember the last encounter both of you had. You also remember wandering around a labyrinth , that’s how you came across Mingi in the first place so how the hell did you just waltz in his room with no labyrinth?

He slightly moves from his corner…body fully turning around to look at you. He still looks so small and timid but you know he’s far from what your eyes perceive him to be. He’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing. 

“I’m hiding from Seonghwa.”

He lets out a hum…with a slight shrug to his shoulders he turns back around, continuing to be hunched in the corner of the room. He doesn’t seem like he poses a threat. Yet you can’t remove yourself from this door. You want to ask him so many questions…hug him? Smack him? The list of things you wanna do to him are endless but all of that will have to wait for another time. 

“Why?”

 You ask with slight sorrow in your tone. You wanna know why he did what he did. Why did he set you up the way he did. Without turning around he lifts his head to look forward into the corner, letting out a small sniffle as he speaks.

“Do you know how long I’ve been stuck down here..? Stuck down here because of you. How long we all have been stuck down here? It’s your actions, your ways, your stupid decisions. We all played our roles yet you get the free pass? You think I’m supposed to feel bad for you?”

He lets out a small chuckle in disbelief. With a shrug of his shoulders, he shakes his head refusing to continue. You stand there in shock. You aren’t sure what you are supposed to do with this information.

“Listen…I’m sorry if I did something to ruin your stay down here…but you were already down here when I got do-.”

“STOP ACTING SO INNOCENT!!”

He yells as he shoots up from the corner, his tall body taking up the small space. You feel that sorrow feeling again, the same feeling of when you first stepped into this room, when you first met Mingi. You try to calm him down, trying to make sure his yelling doesn’t alarm or give Seonghwa hints to where you are. You quietly try to hush him.

“You walk around here…meeting all of us like it’s your first time. Do you know what we said we’d do if we ever met you again?”

He says slowly….he doesn’t even sound like the same man you’ve once met.

“You constantly try to find out who we are, what we are. But do you know who you are? What you are? Because we are cut from the same cloth.”

You bite your lip…semi peeling some of the skin off due to your anxiety being on a thousand. 

“Those who live in glass houses should not throw stones…remember that.”

He settles down in the corner once again, tucking his knees to his chest. He clearly does not want to be bothered with you or your presence. Taking the hint you crack open the door listening closely to see if Seonghwa is in an eye shot or ear shot distance.

“He is not close by so leave, get out.”

He says with a dejected tone. You bring your lips into a straight line. There is so much to say yet you can’t think of one smart or logical thing to say. Nodding your head you quietly thank Mingi and shimmy your way out of his room. Quietly closing the door as you exit.

You look around trying to find another door that is open. Carefully making sure to read the names on the door if the door even has a name. Deciding to venture forward, worried if you were to back track you would accidentally run into Seonghwa. Venturing forward you go with the first door that is unlocked, twisting the knob and entering. 

What was supposed to be you walking on a solid surface of floor turns into you falling into a pool of warm water. You know this water, you remember the warmth, the coziness it had once brought you. With a splash you are now in Wooyoungs cave. Belly crawling out of the water you cough up the liquid you had swallowed. There he was perched on his rock, hands behind his head, with his eyes shut, and a stupid smirk on his face.

“Oh how nice of you to drop in! Get it? Cause you literally dropped in!”

He lets out his signature squeaky laugh. Rolling your eyes, you fully crawl out of the water. Trying your best to ring out any water from your once dry clothes. 

“I could just smack that stupid ass smirk off your face.”

Kissing his teeth he lets an even bigger smirk grace his face. 

“And here I was thinking we were friends! I am assuming your time here with us hasn’t been what you thought it was going to be was it? Would you like us all to hold hands and sing? Float on a cloud?”

Your eyes grow big…that's the same thing that demon said to you at the gate. Your mouth is slightly gaped open like you are a fish. He lets a grin grace his stupid beautiful face. He brings his hands up to his face squishing his cheeks together, like you just told him the most shocking news.

“Don’t tell me you are just now making a correlation. Oh my…You are!” 

Hoping off his rock he lets out a hard belly clenching laugh like you have just told the funniest joke.

“Maybe you would prefer if I looked like this…”

Your eyes grow big, you look nothing less than disgusted. His body starts to stretch out thinning as he grows, skin turning as pale as snow, eyes as dark as the bottom of the ocean, a grin never once leaving his face, white teeth growing more sharp and pointed as he grows in height. You have just now made the correlation he was talking about.

 He is the demon you saw at the front gate. His shift in appearance now has you backing up towards the water well you splashed in from. As he reaches his final height his bones cracking as he stretches his body back, shimming making sure he is comfortable in his bigger body. He rolls his head forward to look directly at you. Pointed teeth on full display. He looked like a real siren.

“Boo.”

You fall back into the water hole. Fully submerged in the water once again. You can see Wooyoungs new form standing over the hole waving with his teeth on display. You turn your body around trying your best to swim to the bottom of the water. You notice there is a light at the bottom. The way your lungs are contracting you know you have to work fast to get there.

As you reach the new found light you submerge out the water, now fully choking up the water you had swallowed. You throw your body onto land. Bear crawling once again out of the water. Turning on your back, laid out like a starfish trying your best to gather your breath.

“I knew you couldn’t stay away for long.”

Quickly sitting up you take in the environment. Shooting your eyes to the man standing across from you. You are in Sans area. Great.

You quickly scramble to stand up. Clothes just drip huge amounts of water. You are heaving, so much, too much is going on at once how could a game of hide and seek turn into this? You brush the excess water out of your eyes. Turning around you book it towards the edge of the forest that you once came in through. All you hear is his menacing laugh bounce off of your ear drums. 

“They always come back!”

He yells as you make your way out of his area. His words are constantly floating around in your head. As you reach the forest you don’t even look to see where you are going, your body is on autopilot. Twigs are nipping at your skin, dirt is gathering on the bottom of your clothes, you run until your legs can no longer carry you. 

Knees buckling and giving out you have finally made it to the opposite side of the forest, you face plant into another patch of grass. Not even bothering to turn around. You had come to terms with that you were just going to die, right here, right now, right in this very spot you lay.

“No loitering.”

Annoyance fills your body, flopping over onto your back, eyes still shut not even bothering to open them. You let out a huff partially from trying to regain your breath the other part because of where you landed.

“Jongho literally…go fuck off.”

“Swear jar, five dollars.”

You hear a change jar jiggle around. You were not amused at his childish antics. You let out a groan, throwing your arm over your eyes.

“Leave me alone, I have decided this is where I am going to die. I am just going to sit here and wither away, while I am withering I do not want you around.”

He lets out a small hiss. 

“See I could really care less if you withered away if I am being honest…but seeing as you are in my orchard I really really wanna keep the death toll to a minimum, helps keep the property value up. Also…you are totally sogging up my grass right now!”

He says with a slight whine in his voice. You roll over back onto your stomach.

“There. I moved from that patch of grass.”

“You are sogging up the other patch of grass right next to it!”

Letting out a huff you sit up, running your hands down your face. As you are about to speak you hear the crunching of an apple. You shoot your gaze over to Jongho, squinting at him clearly unamused. With a mouth full of apple he speaks to you.

“Want the other half? I split it down the middle. Here.”

He tosses you the other half of the apple. Catching it you bring your knees up to your chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

“I am in an intense game of hide and seek with Seonghwa and…I just need a good place to hide. I walked into Mingis room first, then as I walked out and into another room, guess who I ran into? Wooyoung! Which by the way what in the entire fuck is he? Then as I'm making my great escape, I end up running into San, and that is how I ended up here.”

After a split second of silence he takes another bite out of his apple.

“Do they still have McDonalds on earth? Those french fries are to die for, literally. I miss the big golden m. What about the hamburglar? Is he still around? Between him and Ronald McD-”

You whip your head to look at him, throwing your apple at Jongho clearly upset at his nonconcern for you and your problems.

“Jongho! I do not care about french fries right now! Did you hear anything I said?!”

With a shrug of his shoulders he bites another piece out of his apple, clearly unfazed.

“My property value went down because of the apple you threw at me. I am not going to get much foot traffic now.”

You let out a huff. Standing up, picking the grass pieces that were stuck to your wet clothes off of you. You clearly weren’t going to get anywhere with Jongho. Deciding it was best to just leave him where he stood. You walk towards the entrance of the orchard, where you had first fallen through the labyrinth and into his orchard. You were tired of playing games clearly, that is all you had been playing since you got down here.

“You keep forgetting you are in hell! That is your problem! You should always hope for the best and expect the worst in life. But this…this isn’t life anymore, news flash this is hell! You once used to come to me with every problem you had. You were greedy, selfish, self centered, and you only thought of yourself. You are everything I am supposed to be and more…yet I am stuck like this forever because of you. It is nice to know that no matter what time line you are in you are still and will forever remain greedy.”

His words stung the more that you had walked away. Head held high..you refused to let his words get the best of you…even though the more you walked away, and the louder he yelled the more you realized it was true. The more you realized the only person who could be the cause of all of this was yourself. As you continued making your way towards the entry the only thing you could think of is how you became so clouded with judgment you didn’t even think to look back and reflect on yourself.

 As you make your exit, deciding to just walk through the hedge, you fall right onto the hallway floor. You are where you had started when Seonghwa began counting. Sitting up you rub your elbow, slightly wincing at the super hard contact you made with the ground. You hear a deep chuckle suddenly.

“I know you have returned Tiny…I will find you.”

His deep sinister voice bounces off the walls and echoes down the hallway. You quietly scurry up. You were on a mission to find Yunhos room. Thinking that was only the best option. You try to be as quiet as possible but the way the laughter is echoing it feels like he is hot on your heels. You are now sprinting down the hallway, abandoning the thought of being in Yunhos room, safe and sound.

It feels like Seonghwa is breathing down your neck, but it can’t be possible right? He is not even near you. Right? 

“Who are you?!”

You scream out while you continue to run down the hallway. It feels like with every step you take, you get nowhere.

“I’m Seonghwa! But you knew that!”

His timber voice, thick as honey fills your ears. You let out a small whimper afraid he was going to find you with ease. 

“What are you!?!”

“You can’t tell by now love? You mean you haven’t even tried to guess what I am? How shameful!”

You try to open the first door you see. Locked. You continue to jiggle the handle praying that it will magically open.

“I am Gluttony! But you my love! Oh you…you might take my job! You are such a glutton.”

 “I thought gluttony was meant to over-eat! Just shove food in your mouth!? This is not gluttony, you sick fuck!”

“Tsk tsk tsk…what a dumb little thing you are…don’t you know the true meaning of gluttony? It’s to over indulge darling! Have too much of something enjoyable!” 

He lets out a booming laugh. His laugh is so strong it rattles the portraits on the wall. He is close. You can feel it. You can sense it. Doors are slamming, the portraits are rattling, the house is coming alive.

“And this?!? Oh my this is too enjoyable. You are like prey for everyone down here. You are like the most delectable treat for anyone down here! It’s like playing cat and mouse with you.”

You feel a breath on your neck, not even daring to turn around you continue to run forward. Realizing you are the mouse, if he wanted to catch you already, he would’ve.

“You might think you don’t indulge but baby that’s all you’ve been doing. Let’s face it! You are a glutton for punishment!” 

Tears are now streaming down your face. You are helpless, he’s got you cornered in all aspects. Every door you try to open is locked, knobs not even budging an inch. Whispering to yourself..

“God please..please help.”

“Yes! Yes! Call out for God! Call out for him! He banished us down here yet you still call out for him? He banished you down here! Tell him how one of his little lambs has gone astray! You were always an in-house favorite!”

Your legs were starting to lose energy..your body felt like it was on zero fuel. Just as you were about to give up you finally see it. A white door with a gold trim, bright light coming from underneath it. It drew you in like a moth to the flame. You just knew this door was going to be it. This was the door that was going to save you. You dash as fast as you can, now catching a second wind. As you grab the knob you realize it easily slides open. Letting out a sigh of relief you enter not even bothering to look back. 

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Authors Note: We now officially have one member left! I cut down this chapter a lot tbh...It originally was going to be a two parter but I was like meh...Hwa as Gluttony probably is my favorite thing..besides Greed Jongho. I didn’t want to go the typical route of “food” for gluttony so I spun it like this. In the fic Hwa does say the true definition of gluttony. I think Hwa would be such a good villain/bad guy😭. We need villain Hwa, stat! I was originally going to post this on Tuesday but sadly I go back to school on Tuesday and thought hell...why not just post it on Saturday💙. We see quite the appearances in this chapter, a lot was revealed, a lot of questions still unanswered too. The next chapter is our favorite captain, Mister Kim HongJoong himself 🏴‍☠️ . I might make a filler chapter? Im not to certain yet...but if yall have any questions feel free to ask! I appreciate all the support I have got from this series! Thank you to everyone who reads, leaves a like, reblogs, comments, sends in asks, all that fun stuff I appreciate it! 

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The Eight Evil Thoughts // OT8

Part 6: Lust

You were a firm believer that when you died you were bound to go to heaven…but what happens when you get casted straight down to hell. Before kneeling before the most famous evil thought/leader you run into the other evil thoughts along the way.

“You knew who I was when I offered the apple. Yet you still took a bite. Admit it. Sin is delicious.”

🌹Pair: Reader x ????

🌹Genre: Angst, Thriller, Possible Yandere, Suggestive, Religion Talk, Cursing, Suggestive

🌹Word Count: 4.6k

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“How did it go?”

Yeosang set his glass of water down on his desk. Clearly annoyed that you had broken his drone. Knowing he spent so much time on it, now he needed to start all over. He shrugs his shoulders.

“It went…It just went. They are very swayed. I can see why Wooyoung spent such time playing with them. It’s fun.”

The silver eyed man looked at Yeosang with a glance of sympathy on his face. Bending down to pick up the broken drone pieces that flew everywhere. Gathering all the stray pieces, placing them neatly on his desk.

“What do you think he will do when he gets to them?”

Yeosang looks up at the silver eyed man, curious. The man lets a small smile grace his face as if he's slightly worried himself.

“I’m not too sure. He’s unpredictable, you know that. Plus they are a sore spot for him.”

Yeosang slightly shakes his head in a nodding motion.

“You know it’s almost time for them…soon we will all be summoned.”

Yeosang looks up at the older man. Not saying anything. His eyes drift back to his desk in front of him.

“Are Mingi and Jongho going to get in trouble?”

Letting out a sigh the man dusts his hands off on his pants. Throwing Yeosang one more glance before making his way towards the door to exit.

“Mingi no, Jongho he might get scolded. You know how that goes though.”

Nodding his head, Yeosang turns back, fully focusing on his project in front of him.

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Your body moves like it’s out of your control. Like someone else is in your mind pulling the strings of what movements to do. Your spine prickles with sharp pieces of pain. The glass never shattered when Yeosang pushed you through yet you felt what the impact on the glass would’ve been like. Your voice was caught in your throat no matter how bad you wanted to scream you could not. You couldn’t even make a sound. It feels like you are falling through a time loop, it’s all dark, all you constantly see is the flashing memory of what led up to when Yeosang pushed you through.

Suddenly a hand grabs the back of your shirt pulling you towards whoever it is. Your body wants to fight back so bad yet you have no control over your mind… yet alone the signals it should be sending to your body. The hand on your back is warm; it liters your body with goosebumps. The feeling is unlike any other thing you’ve felt down here.

Yanking you out of the loop. Your body feels like it’s in the falling motion, finally you are able to make a sound feeling like you now have control over your body. You let out a small yelp, bracing yourself to come in contact with the ground yet you are being held in the air. An arm hooked around your upper body while another arm is hooked under your knees. You let out a deep breath, relaxing into the body that was holding you. The firm chest beneath your head, the scent that’s coming off of the person beneath you is so relaxing and appealing. You take in a deep breath trying to gather the scent, wanting to permanently burn it into your brain.

A light chuckle comes from the person. Your eyes shoot open realizing that this is reality you are far from dreaming you are in a persons arms, inhaling their scent like they are a drug. You look up slowly to be met with the lovingest face you’ve ever seen. His eyes were a solid blue color, once again no pupil. He was smiling down at you. His smile was blinding yet so addicting. His aura just gave off home. Everything about this man was so comforting. Very different then when you were put in the trance by Woo. It felt right but this…this feels like it was meant to be.

“You okay there Tiny?”

You slightly open your mouth to reply but his voice is like music to your ears. It’s so relaxing in a comforting way. Mouth gaping like you are a fish out of water. Smile still gracing his face.

“Yea…yea I’m okay.”

You clear your throat, blood rushing to your cheeks. Tips of your ears turning red. Still slightly embarrassed you were cozied up in a random mans arms.

“Would you like me to put you down?”

“If you could please…?”

He tilts your body so your feet touch the ground first. Waiting for you to stabilize yourself before he lets your upper body go. You brush your shirt down, worried that the man caught a glimpse of some skin that you may have accidentally exposed. You glance up at him. He is staring at you with such a big smile. You can’t help but get flustered under his gaze. It’s so intense but not in a negative way.

“Thanks you know…for pulling me out of there…I was worried I’d be stuck forever.”

Finishing off your sentence with a nervous chuckle.

“It’s no problem. I know how Yeosang can get at times. He’s touchy.”

He bends down, his lips brush over your ear.

“Anything small can usually set him off.”

You could be imagining things but you swear you feel him lightly blow on the shell of your ear before he stands back up. It’s like you are in heaven and hell. How is everyone down here so ungodly attractive? He’s now standing before you in all his glory. You realize just how easy he towers over your body. He too was built like a God. A God you were ready to worship. You wanted to breath him in, feel him on you and underneath you.

A smile still gracing his face. He lets his tongue slowly run over his lips. Wetting them ever so lightly. You already know you are caught in whatever web he has weaved. You can feel the burn in your body for him. You close your eyes trying to control your breathing. Your heart feels like it’s going to pound out of your ears and melt into your socks. You take a step back trying to distance yourself from the smiling man.

“Are you over there Tiny? You don’t look so good?”

He says with a tempting tone. Every word he said dripped off his lips like honey. He was like a walking aphrodisiac. He steps forward slowly causing you to take a step back. You put your hands up signaling him not to come any further. Your hands are so sweaty, your stance looks like you are quivering. His voice drills into your skull igniting a feeling unlike any other.

“Please…Please don’t come any closer.”

You decide to keep your head tilted towards the floor too afraid to look up at him, knowing you’d crack at any given moment. He was drawing you in like a moth to a flame. A flirtatious smile cracks into his face.

“Baby although I love when you say please…it hurts my feelings knowing you don’t want me close. You don’t want me close Tiny? You are hurting my feelings baby.”

You continue to back up, afraid to turn around. Worried you would make eye contact with him. Hand out in front of you still trying to get him to stop walking towards you. Cocky smile plastered on his face as he continued to walk towards you. Your back bumps the wall, now realizing you have nowhere to escape to. You are now trapped. His torso comes in contact with your shaky hand. A groan slips past your lips. His chest is firm, the moment you touch him its like electricity shoots through your arm.

“You can’t even look at me baby? You are being quite rude right now. Do you still want to hurt my feelings?”

You let out a shaky breath. Trying to gather a coherent sentence. He lets out a clicking sound. Like he is upset you haven’t looked at him since he pulled you out the loop. Things are escalating so fast in such a short amount of time. He doesn’t feel like a stranger anymore, he feels like home.

“May I touch you? I won’t go any further without your permission.”

You choke on your saliva, blown away he would ask such a thing. With your eyes shut you nod your head yes. You are too drunk on him, too drunk on his firm body, too drunk on his voice. He grabs the hand that is still planted on his chest. His grip is so tender, so gentle. He rubs your wrist lightly like you are made out of glass and he’s afraid to break you.

His other hand comes up lifting a finger under your chin lifting your head so you are no longer looking at the floor. Making it so you have no other choice but to look at him, your eyelids remain shut while he has your head tilted up to look at him.

“I’m not trying to be rude…I promise I’m not.”

You choke out in a breathless tone. Eyes still shut, his hand under your chin explores your neck. Index finger slowly tracing down to the dip where your collar bone is. His feather-like touches make your body do a noticeable shiver.

“But you are being rude Tiny. I saved you the least you could do is look at me. Am I too ugly to look at? Is it my eyes? Do my eyes frighten you? Do I frighten you?”

Your heart drops in the pit of your stomach worried you offended him, made him insecure. Even though your brain is yelling at you to not listen to him, that he is simply manipulating you, how could you not listen to him? When his voice was the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard. He was a drug that you were going to abuse. Your eyes slowly open, eyelashes fluttering. You stare at him through hooded eyelids. You looked like you could swallow him whole. Like you wanted to paint him on your body. His hand leaving your collar bone comes up to trace your jawline. His thumb applies mild pressure. He could feel your pulse, the quick pace of it was like a drug to him. It was feeding his ego.

“Your eyes don’t…they don’t make me nervous. They are the most mesmerizing shade of blueI’ve ever seen…you as a whole make me nervous.”

He lets out a small chuckle, his other hand grips your hip lightly. He moves closer so there is no space between you. His body has caged you into the wall.

“You are so addicting…I ca-…I can’t really explain it.”

His hand starts to rub small circles into your hip. Attempting to make the small fire that’s in you flicker with need.

“Well try to explain it Tiny…I wanna hear how you view me.”

He says barely above a whisper, his eyes darting back and forth from your eyes to your lips.

“You…you are like a drug. I know whatever you are, whatever you are doing is bad…But it’s hard to not indulge in whatever it is you supply me with. Just being in your presence makes me feel like I’m at an all time high. It’s a feeling I never experienced…it’s a feeling I never want to forget…I want you, all of you.”

You are now breathless, his body is pinned even harder against yours, leaving nothing to the imagination. Your legs are starting to feel like jelly. His thumb slowly traces your bottom lip, pulling it down slowly. Eyes flickering up to yours. He can’t help but notice how lustfully you stare at him through your hooded gaze.

“You want all of me…yet you don’t even know my name Tiny. I could be the big bad wolf this whole time.”

You take his thumb into your mouth lightly sucking on it while keeping eye contact with him. Everything he is saying is a very clear warning: you are treading in a dangerous zone but your body doesn’t care. You want him, all of him. He slips his thumb out of your mouth. Hand now wrapping around your throat pulling you close to his face. The tips of your noses brush, taking in a deep breath you tilt your head back slightly. His thumb slowly brushes back and forth over your pulse again.

“Didn’t Yeosang warn you about us? Yet here you are…So easily giving yourself to me. Tsk tsk tsk.”

His words go in one ear and out the other. It’s like you are under a spell. You are the puppet and he’s the puppet master. He’s got you hooked on strings. His lips brush against your ear, his warmth breath wraps around the shell of your ear.

“Don’t you wanna know my name baby? I want to hear you ask me for my name.”

He places a gentle kiss on your ear. Goosebumps liter your skin but you are not sure if it’s from the kiss or the shear warning your body is sending you.

“Pl…plea…Please tell me your name. I want to know it….please.”

Your hand curls into the bottom on his shirt. Your breathing becomes labored. The room suddenly feels like it’s too small for you both to be in. Sweat drips down your spine. You can feel it slide down slowly. Your body is now alert and alive to everything around you but your head is still buzzing in bliss.

“You sound so pretty when you say please. I kinda want you to beg again Tiny but that would be rude of me when you asked so nicely. I’m Yunho but I’m famously known as Lust.”

The way he says his name has you tossing your head back fully. You feel like you are in the clouds. The room is so thick with desperation from you. You are repeating his name like it’s a mantra trying to permanently burn it into your brain.

“Go ahead baby, say my name, say my name.”

His hot breath on your ear is making your skin prickle with anticipation. You want him here, you want him now. You don’t care what his intentions are. You just know your need for him is becoming more than you can handle.

“Yunho…Yunho please do something.”

You feel him smile on the shell of your ear. He’s enjoying this game of cat and mouse. You are trying so hard to hold yourself back but your self will is slowly withering away. His hand around your throat tightens.

“You are very enticing.”

He finishes his sentence off with a deep groan. His hips buck up into yours. Driving you up the wall. You let out a pathetic whimper. Internally he is fulfilled, you are feeding his ego, serving his god complex to the fullest.

He steps back for a second, your body has become so codependent on him holding you up that your body slacks against the wall, your legs wobble to stand up right. You are panting, your body feels like you are sitting in a sauna. He hoists you up fully crushing your body against the wall, on instinct your legs wrap around his body. He’s got you pinned, his body weight is constricting you yet you don’t mind it. He lifts his hand to your throat again. Putting his nose in the base of your neck..he’s just as out of breath as you are. He inhaled, taking in your scent.

“The boys said you smelled delicious but they didn’t say how addicting your scent was. You are so small compared to me you know that? If you saw how my hand wraps around your throat with ease I think it would scare you Tiny.”

You let out a gasp. It feels like your body is in a position to scratch the surface of orgasmic bliss, all you need is the push over the edge. His words float around your body and squeeze it addictingly.

“You are so wrapped up in me, in what I am, you have no fear in this moment. I could crush your fucking wind pipe and you’d thank me for it. Isn’t that right? Tell me I’m right baby.”

His cool lips drag against your lips with every word he says. Your eyes water with pleasure; it feels like with every word he’s edging you to heaven. You are too high on him to even give him a full verbal response, letting out small moans and breathy groans you feel like you are on fire. Like your blood is lava, just coursing through you. The temptation in this man is too much to handle.

“Answer me baby. Don’t make me ask again.”

His voice drops several octaves, his index and middle finger leave your throat. Sticking them in your mouth for you to suck on.

“You are right. You are so right Yunho.”

You gargle out with his long fingers in your mouth. He tastes like heaven. His other hand is still holding you up tightly. His body weight on you is mouth watering. You slot your tongue between his fingers trying to wrap him around you. You want him to suffocate you with everything he has in him. He lets out a small breathy chuckle. His cool wet lips kiss your neck softly. A loud moan escapes your throat, more sounding like a gargle due to his fingers in your mouth. His lips feel like cold water on a hot exhausting day. Delectable.

He nips and sucks at your neck. Leaving purple marks behind. Making your eyes roll into the back of your head. He lets out a satisfactory hum.

“You know what you taste like? Sin. Sin is the most unholy thing someone can do but Sin is the most delicious thing someone can indulge in.”

You start panting, all he’s done is kiss you yet you are on the verge of what feels like the most powerful orgasm ever. His fingers leave your mouth, wrapping tightly around your throat again.

“Say my name, say my fucking name. I wanna hear you scream it.”

His head falls in the crook of your neck. Hes so close to the surface of breaking you permanently

his own body starts to get warped into the excitement. His teeth nip at your pulse point, pushing you over the edge. Your back arches so hard it slightly pushes you and him back from being plastered on the wall. The euphoric pleasure rips right through you. Scream so powerful it almost shatters the glass mirror he pulled you out from.

Your body is buzzing, it feels like you are fully engulfed in flames, now you are just crackling in the fire. All you see is white in your vision. You are so screwed and you know this, quite figuratively and literally.

While your body starts to calm down in post orgasmic bliss and relax you still feel the lust in your gut. He really is a drug. Lifting your slack body off the wall. You let out a small whine, trying your best to catch your breath. He cradles you like you are fragile. His hand is rubbing smooth circles to the back of your head. He is pressing small kisses to your temples.

“How are you feeling baby?”

You cuddle into his body further. Soaking in the aroma wafting off of him. Making yourself drunk all over again on him. With a hoarse voice you try your best to reply to him.

“I feel like I’m on cloud nine. I don’t ever want to leave here. You make me feel so whole, so loved. How can someone like that be a sin?”

Your eyes start to water. You know you sound stupid but you’ve never felt more loved than in this current moment, within those current events. He walks over to the bed in the corner of the room. Placing you softly on the mattress. He takes his time looking at you, looking at your watery eyes. He deeply inhales, brushing a soft thumb over your cheek. Which breaks the feeling in your heart. You let out a small sniffle, your eye drops one tear followed by more. His thumb swipes over the first one that falls bringing his thumb to his mouth he sucks the tear right off his thumb. Letting out a content sigh.

“Because my love I am not a sin, I am a thought.”

He plays on your insecurities. He really is like the rest. Why Yeosangs words never stick to you…You aren’t sure why. You know no one has your best interest down here yet you continue to slip into the thought of them being different, the thought of you being different.

“You are gorgeous, the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. You are beautiful my love…But I could never love you. I could never keep you here. You’d eventually go insane. Is your sanity worth being here with me?”

You swear you hear your heart snap into a billion pieces. He was playing on your insecurities, all of them were playing chess while you were playing checkers. He lets out a small laugh, tilting his head back like you’ve just told him the funniest joke.

“Yes….yes…I rather be in a constant living state of delusion than be faced with reality. I want to be here with you…please Yunho.”

Your eyes water, lip trembling looking at him. You love him, you are sure of it. You can feel it.

“You are intoxicating Tiny. My love, my baby, my one and only.”

You sniffle lightly. His hand comes in contact with your face, he rubs his thumb across your cheek in such a loving way. His eyes speak a million words even though they are solid. You know whatever life he’s lived in the past he’s reaping now what he once sowed.

“You don’t know me my love, you don’t know what I’m capable of. Would you like to know?”

You nod your head without hesitation. You don’t even second guess your actions. He could easily snap you like a twig and you wouldn’t even be fully coherent to acknowledge it.

He lets that mesmerizing smile grace his face. He’s so addicting. You can’t get off of him. You can’t let him go. His hand wraps tightly around your throat. Your eyes staring directly into his electric blue ones. His hand gets tighter, tighter and tighter. Your breath becomes hitched, hands lifting up trying to claw off his hand around your throat. With the same hand he pulls you up making you stand up straight. Your head becomes loopy. You know soon you will be teetering between life and death.

He effortlessly picks you up, feet dangling off the ground now. He’s holding you above his head so you are staring down at him with a choked out expression. Hands still clawing at his own, you are drawing blood with how hard you are scratching him yet he doesn’t bleed red, he bleeds blue, the same color of his eyes.

“Do you still want to be with me now? Do you still love me now? Am I still worthy of love?”

Your eyes start to roll back in your head, you can’t even remember what exactly he is saying all you hear is the blood rushing in your ear. You try your best to choke out his name.

“Yu-Yunho ple-please.”

“Even in your last breath you are calling out to me my love? You are too tempting.”

He spits out through his clenched teeth. He throws you back onto the mattress, hand letting go of your throat. You take in a huge gasp of air, coughing at the sudden intake of air. Your hands come up to cup your throat, rubbing at the skin. Too dazed trying to collect yourself you don’t hear his movements. He grabs you by the front of your shirt lifting you up, crashing his lips against yours. You are so taken back by his sudden flip you don’t even register that you are kissing him back just as feverishly as he’s kissing you. Your legs wrap around his waist. Lips smacking and panting is all that is bouncing off the walls in the room. He lowers your body on the bed crushing you again with his weight. You don’t even care about the situation that happened earlier you are too enamored with him to even spare it a second thought.

His cool hands are traveling under your shirt in a hurried state. He wants you just as bad as you want him. You rip away from his face trying to gasp in as much air as you can. His head moves to your neck nipping once again at the bites he left earlier, darkening them.

“You are temptation itself, so addicting. The others were not lying when they spoke about how delicious you were. You’ve been the life of me once, yet you will be the death of me again.”

He hisses in your ear, letting his tongue run along the shell of it sending shivers down your spine. The room grows thick with need and want from the both of you. His other hand pushes your hips tightly against his own. His other hand dances around your throat again, choking you slightly while stroking lightly over your pulse. A feverish moan escapes your throat. He rests his forehead against yours. Nipping at your lips, leaving them puffy and red.

“I’m going to make sure this memory is permanently burned in your brain Tiny, you will never forget who you belong to. Because you were once mine, and you will always be mine.”

Rendering you speechless, he stands up pulling his shirt over his head tossing it behind him somewhere. His hands lower, circling small shapes on your exposed hip.

“This is my shit. You understand me?”

He dives head first back into your neck.

You two spent an eventful night together. One that he made sure that you would never forget no matter what life timeline you were in.

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You were laid out in his bed, chest down with the blanket wrapped around your body. Your light snores are now all that was bouncing off the walls. Yunho and the silver eyed man were standing in the doorway. Staring at your sleeping form.

“They should awaken. Should I send them to you or will you come and retrieve them?”

The silver eye man lets out a click noise.

“I’ll most likely come and retrieve them if not, then you know to send them to me.”

Yunho shakes his head in a nodding motion.

“They are every bit as enticing as I remember. I think he will be very pleased with the progress we’ve made. They are now officially broken.”

The silver-eyed man smiles, pleased in what Yunho is telling him.

“You’ve done great work Yunho. Make sure you call the others in two days. He doesn’t want to wait much longer.”

The silver eyed man turns his back, leaving the room. Making his way down the hallway stopping short of the white encrusted door. Knocking on the door making his way inside while bowing his head.

“Yunho is now finished with them. He said they are officially broken. Would you still like them to visit me? Or should we just skip it and proceed accordingly?”

The man seated before him, not even picking his head up to spare the silver eyed man a glance. Letting out a small hum, deep in thought about which way to proceed.

“Let them visit you, we shall not mess with the motion in which the course is taking. Plus Seonghwa, don't you want to play with our food a little bit before we finally sink our teeth in our meal?”

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👉👉👉👉👉👉 Chapter 7👈👈👈👈👈👈

Authors Note: Okay okay…So what do we think…👀👀? I had to restart this chapter so many times because of how carried away I was constantly getting. I love me some Yunho😭💙. We only got two members left now ahhh!! Now the reason why I chose Yunho…I swear his stage presence is so sexy, his gaze alone is something so captivating 😮‍💨🤤..if you disagree go talk to your eye doctor because you obviously can’t see clearly. It was so hard to stay on track writing this because Yunho is my ult bias. This man could tell me to hop off the Eiffel Tower and I’d swanton bomb head first off that mf. The thirst I had while writing this…That’s truly what delayed the original posting date😬. This man just makes me abandon all my morals in life, I’m sorry😭.

DO NOT REPOST OR MODIFY.

[justaaveragereader]

hi there! I just have to tell you out of all the ateez fanfics and short stories and other amazing writings I've read recently, yours are my favorite. The 8 Evil Thoughts is so creative and well written (not that I'm some expert but I do love to read). It's really like nothing else I've seen. you could make it a full length novel or series and I'd buy it in a second. I can't wait to read the rest of the chapters (anxiously awaiting yunho lol) and I'm hoping you even have other ateez story ideas. keep up the fantastic work!!! 🖤🖤

This right here made my whole day 🥹💙! Pleaseeee you are too kind 😭💙!! This made me so happy I almost wanted to release the rest of the chapters tonight lol! I’m assuming you are Yunho biased👀👀? If so..🫡 saluting you because I never come across someone besides myself who biases him!! I do have a couple other ideas in mind story wise for Ateez👀👀. Which I plan to work on after I finish this series but I’m always open to ideas/recommendations if you have any! Also love your name from a fellow metal head to another��!

[justaaveragereader]

So I have gathered and went through almost every ask/dm and snatched up all the questions you guys have about T8ET series!👏 Let’s get into it!

1. Jongho and Mingi helped y/n, if y/n is the reason why they are thoughts, why help out?

That’s the thing…they weren’t helping the reader they were helping theirselves actually. They have been on a constant cycle where they have to see the reader every time the reader dies and they are tired of seeing them, hence to why Jongho gave the reader the apple, he wanted them to succeed so he could quit seeing them. As for Mingi..Mingi did no helping, Mingi was helping the others he didn’t help the reader at all technically. I keep telling all of you that none of them have yns best interest😵‍💫. They are all red flags lol

2. What was the ninth creations thought?

I’ve actually said their thought numerous times. It’s one of those things you gotta read in between the lines about. Now if you don’t feel like playing Sherlock Holmes than next chapter will be revealed on what their thought is cause everyone of the creations got one. Joong made sure the 9th creation was not left out lol.

3. Was “The Creator” God?

The creator is who ever you want them to be! If you think it’s God than it’s God, it’s really up to you who you paint them out to be!

4. Were Yunho and Y/n lovers?

Yes. Every thought/sin they were assigned, were to them assigned for a reason.

5. Hongjoongs eye color?

The reason he made his eye solid white is bc he knew The Creator was shady, basically Joong did the damage before The Creator could, Joong wanted to be left with what pride he had left, so he did it himself he felt the Creator had did enough damage, so he beat the Creator to the punch.

6. Why do that to Y/n when Joong would have to constantly see them when they die?

Joong isn’t sad that he has to constantly see y/n, Joong is sad about the creator doing him wrong, Joong gets off on seeing y/n every time they go to hell, it’s his constant reminder that he had got the upper hand for a small second even tho he was dealt the short straw.

7. Wooyoung can shape shift?

Not necessarily shape shift, he can manipulate his appearance, just like how he can manipulate his area/surroundings. Jongho can shape shift, we saw Jongho twice in his chapter before we saw his physical body form. He was the bear, and he was that shining light trying to lead them on the correct path.

8. All their areas are located in the same space?

Yup so every time they were “walking the labyrinth” They were in the house like area. Which is how all the thoughts were all able to open their doors and see one another when Hwa was standing in the hallway. They all live under the same roof lol.

9. The rejected song Wooyoung and Jongho sing was from Zoey 101?

YES! YES! I was so excited when I saw some of you caught on to that!💙

10. When will the final chapter be posted?

So for the final chapter I’m thinking I’m only going to make one more chapter and that will be the final if not that I will try to stretch it out to two more chapters. I’m really thinking it’s going to be one more…but we will see. I will post the next the next chapter on 02/16! I know some of y’all make be like “but that’s so far awayyyy” but if it’s the final chapter I gotta make it extra extra good for all of you…plus I’m currently in college so🤧bare with me bare with meeeee.

If y’all got any more questions or things I may have not answered, or even things you are still curious about, Let me know! My DMs are always open💙, my asks are always open, I love talking to y’all💙. Im friendly, I don’t bite lol. I hope this was able to clear up any confusion and answer some of y’all questions!💙

[justaaveragereader]

So part 8 of The Eight Evil Thoughts will be posted 02/01…I was going to wait til the 8th since it’s the 8th chapter buuuuut…I’m impatient😀! So for making y’all wait so long for this chapter…here is my fav gif of Hongjoong�� bc it’s Hongjoongs chapter. This Joong and Mullet Joong forever will be iconic👏

[justaaveragereader]

YOU WROTE SEONGHWA SO TERRIFYING I LOVE IT!!!!

Let’s talk about the ending where you said “Realizing you are the mouse, if he wanted to catch you already, he would’ve.” I WAS SCREAMINGGGGG! HE WAS LITERALLY PLAYING WITH HIS FOOD! IT TAKES ME BACK TO PART 6 WHEN HONG JOONG HAD SAID THAT TO BASICALLY LET HWA PLAY WITH THE MC.

I was on the edge of my seat reading part 7. How do you even come up with the stuff? I saw you said it’ll be ending soon. Please don’t tell me you plan to end the series after Hong Joongs chapter? I will be so sad.

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Remember when I said Mingi was one of the scarier ones? Scratch that I think Hwa takes the cake. He’s calm scary and I think those are the most scary ppl you can come across. Those silent/calm ones…they are the ones who will ruin you.

He was really hunting the Mc down but he wasn’t putting forth much effort even tho he could’ve found them will ease. But where is the fun in that? He liked reminding the mc that he was right on their heels when he was seeking. It makes it more thrilling.

Tbh…I eat a string cheese while writing usually and I’m convinced the cheese gives me writing strength/ideas lol. 💀🫣…so…my original plan was to end the series with Joongs chapter, it was originally supposed to be a 8 chapter series…but nowwww…I don’t think I will I think I may put out maybe a chapter or two more than end the series. It may be a 10 part series possibly but not a guaranteed. Depending on how much I reveal in the Joong chapter will determine things. Which I’m working on this weekend. If I finish early I’ll post the chapter the same day!💙 don’t be sad tho love😭💙I had such a good time writing this series and it was my first series too! There will be more series to come!

[justaaveragereader]

Tbh y’all…Seonghwas part in The Eight Evil Thoughts.. Maybe just MAYBE…will have to get broken up into two parts😬 it’s looking a little long rn.

[justaaveragereader]

YOU DID IT. YOU DID THE DAMM THANG! YUNHO AS LUST. IS AND WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY. I just want to look at a few quotes from this fic. Quote 1. “May I touch you? I won’t go any further without your permission.”

CONSENT FUCKING KING. WE STAN.

Quote 2. “You want all of me…yet you don’t even know my name Tiny. I could be the big bad wolf this whole time.”

HELL YES. HELL YES CORRUPT ME YUNHO.

Quote 3. “I could crush your fucking wind pipe and you’d thank me for it. Isn’t that right? Tell me I’m right baby.”

GAS LIGHTER, MANIPULATOR, BUT ALL I SEE IS GREEN FLAGS. CRUSH IT, CRUSH ME YUNHO. THE TELL ME IM RIGHT BABY HAS BE THINKING VERY UNHOLY.

Quote 4. “say my fucking name. I wanna hear you scream it.”

I HAVE SUDDENLY LOST ALL MY SELF RESPECT. MAM 🫡I SOLUTE YOU BECAUSE I’VE NEVER READ ANYTHING LIKE THIS. I ALSO NOW NEED COUNSELING BC I HAVE NOT, WILL NOT RECOVER FROM THIS.

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Pleaseeeeee, pleaseeeeee! My heart literally cannot take this 😭!!!! I’m over here squealinggggg!

That’s right! That’s right! Even tho he’s lust we are still asking for consent!👏

I want Yunho to corrupt me too😮‍💨. Id thank him if he did. He’d be doing me the favor. Lust Yunho is my fav😔 he’s just so hot.

He was a big manipulator 🫣…but those red flags are looking very pink 😂. Just close your eyes! If they are closed you can’t see any flags!

I had lost myself respect to while I was writing it not even gone lie. 🫡 Solutes to the no self respect team. I’m captain of the field. When you find a counselor can you book two appointments so I can attend also?😭😂 Thank you so much tho!!! I’m so happy you enjoyed it!! Thank you for being a reader!💙💙

[justaaveragereader]

When do you usually update the 8 evil thoughts fanfic? And do you have a taglist by any chance? Cuz i haven't seen one but if there is, I'd like to be a part of it

Anyway, it's really interesting and I can't wait to see what happens next 🤭

I usually try to update the series rather every Tuesday or Friday normally. If I’m not able to update it the week of I make a post about when it’ll be posted but it’s normally Tuesday or Friday. I’ve been meaning to make a tag list I’m just the master of procrastination😵‍💫. But I will gladly make sure you are tagged in all the upcoming parts💙!! Thank you thank you😭💙! I’m so happy you find it interesting!! It’s going to be quite the ride these next chapters👀👀. I plan to post the next part 12/27, I’ll make sure you are tagged💙.

[justaaveragereader]

Ok now I get it. Sorry my romantic mind took over and was hoping for a romance between us and one of the boys.

You are fine lol. No romance sadly, the genre of the fic was a thriller/psychological thriller so no romance in this one😬.

[justaaveragereader]

Why did we get killed just because they were mad at the creator it's not our fault

So y/n was always going to get killed off in the series😬. Y/n and The Creator were actually the true villains of the series. It wasn’t the members. The Creator and Y/n kinda went in hand and hand. Bc y/n knew what they were doing was wrong, but they didn’t really care bc they kept getting a free pass due to The Creator favoring them. While the members were mad at The Creator they were also upset at y/n bc they would throw stones than hide their hands. Y/n is the true reason why they got banished to hell. So it was y/n and The Creators fault.

[justaaveragereader]

Not me finishing part 9 at 5:15am😀, haven’t been to sleep yet, and silently praying to Mother Nature that they close my school so I don’t have to attend classes today. I’m also praying to the abominable snowman that we get a good amount of snow for school to close so I can finish editing chapter 9🤗 ! Frosty the snowman, Abdominal snowman, hell Jack Frost! Don’t fail me nowwwww!

Also…it’ll be a two parter. Part 9 isn’t the final chapter. Chapter 10 will be! Just bc so many of you asked for it!🥰💙