#a1sh1teruu

[thelargefrye]

HEI

so i’m a big fan of ur dragon!ateez concept 😭😭 love it. sm.

but i was thinking. what would hongjoongs reaction be once mc gets preggo???

so i have this here that kind of talks about hongjoong and their child so you’re more than welcome to read it.

however hongjoong would feel relieved that y/n got pregnant. like he knows his body and instincts won’t be able to take it again without official mating with her. while she’s pregnant, he would probably act indifferent about it.

he would hear updates about her from seonghwa who would tell him how y/n is doing and such. when the baby is born — it’s a girl and she gets named aurora — hongjoong can’t deny the small parental bond he feels for his daughter. he would still act indifferent when y/n or the others are around and instead visit her late at night where he’s sure no one will see.

anyways hope this answered your question! i’m glad you’re enjoying the au!!

[bluehwale]

i sometimes even consider the fact if yeosang is real 😪😪 like hes too pretty

honestly so true

u're telling me this man exists??? and is on the same planet as i am?? yeah im having a hard time believing that

[bobateastay]

i would love to join ur collab!!

oh wow omg 😭 there's more people interested than i thought, i'm honoured <3 i'll make another post if i decide to go through with it!!!!!

[hongjoongscafe]

i just read ur rant abt the skinship etc

its totally normal to take time off from friends!!!! and dont be afraid to speak up if it gets too much. friends and family have to know their limit if u dont feel okay if u need time off etc!!!

True! I do voice my annoyance. Luckily my family and my other friends are not like this. But that specific girl gets salty over it 😗. Then I am like “I gotta suck it up”. I talked about this to my mother and she said the same thing as you. I hope my friend understands better.

[cheollipop]

IN LOVE WITH UR THEME

I'm in love with you 🫵

thank you so much!!! djdhhe your theme looks so pretty too!! so sleek and aesthetic <33

[cromernet]

→ NEW RELEASE: don’t blame me (part 01) by @a1sh1teruu

Feedback: Their first meeting is interesting, that’s for sure xD “Lead them into the right path, not onto your couch, brother.” I am cackling omg akjsjgdkd. Jongho is such an icon i can’t. Ooooooo… those are some nteresting dreams that Seonghwa is having👀👀👀 ALso Yeo is so asdfghjkl ion like him here. Oh??? OH???? IS THAT HWA AT MC’S DOOR???? ALJKSGHKDJ I can’t wait to find out omg

don’t blame me ; p.sh

— synopsis:: he had one job as an angel sent to earth. and that was to purify the souls of sinners. for a millennia seonghwa was successful at his job, leading the sinners to the light—to the right path. as an angel, he had a resolve—unfortunately, the path of sinners isn't limited to human beings.

— contains:: profanities, smut (tipsy sex, penetrative sex (f), fingering (f), protected sex, praise, pet names, marking), toxic behaviors, toxic relationships, mentions of alcohol consumption, religious themes, making out

— wc:: 10.5k

— note:: first chapter out of four (?) let's go! hope you like it <3

— 01 -> 02 -> masterlist

"Ugly, disgusting creatures.” They say, “Sinners.” The angels look at them with resentment in their eyes. “Humans will never be worthy of heaven.”

Seonghwa, an angel, lived among them. Among those sinful creatures he resented, looked upon with disgust. It has been hundreds of years since he had been sent down to earth, and every second of it felt like a punishment. But he had to get a job done, lead humans into the right path, into the path of God. He was given the attire of a human being, concealing the true beauty he was gifted with as an angel, but still a sight for sore eyes. 

On sleepless nights, which aren’t a rarity for him, he would sit outside on the balcony of his apartment in the middle of the night. Tea in hand and eyes roaming the cities below. Ears picking up the occasional giggles and cackles of the mortals, drunk with the earthly sins they commit. Suddenly the balcony door of his neighbor flew open, pulling his attention, side-eyeing the couple that just got out. The sounds of lips clashing together sent a sickening shiver through him. Seonghwa scoffed, walking back into his apartment. He sat down onto the couch, placing his mug on the small coffee table that was placed on the gray rug, matching the color of the couch. After a while of sitting in complete silence, Seonghwa stood up to get ready and go for a walk. 

He left the apartment and started walking down the street with his hands shoved into his brown trench coat, no destination in mind. The air was cool, the wind biting at his soft cheeks, painting them in a rosy color. As Seonghwa kept mindlessly walking through the poorly lit streets he found himself somewhere pretty secluded and quite loud. Music blaring through clubs and drunk people laughing and giggling. Even hearing an obnoxious moan here and there. An exasperated sigh left his lips as he shoved his hands deeper into the pockets of his coat and turned around to walk back to where he came from.

“Don’t touch me,” he heard a woman slur. Not even sparing a glance, he kept walking. Until he heard the same voice again. “I said don’t touch me!” she spoke louder, nearly yelling. Seonghwa kept walking, someone suddenly falling down in front of his feet, almost causing him to trip. His gaze fell to his feet, seeing the woman, clad in awfully revealing attire, struggle to stand up. 

“(Y/N),” Seonghwa looked up to see a man approaching, stumbling over his own feet. He was drunk, the stench of liquor filling Seonghwa’s nose, making his face twist in disgust. "(Y/N), stand up. Let’s go.” The man grabbed you by your arm, trying to lift you up but miserably failing to do so.

As Seonghwa tried to step away from the scene, he felt a vice grip on his ankle. “No!” the angel didn’t know what to do. He looked at the man in front of him with wide eyes as he tried to pull his foot away. “Leave me alone,” you slurred against Seonghwa’s calf, wrapping yourself around his leg. Seonghwa was confused and didn’t know what to do except stand there and stare. When the man grabbed for you again, Seonghwa stumbled and fell backwards, landing on his butt. He looked down at his feet to see you still sticking to him, crawling upwards to cling to his torso, arms now wrapped around his waist. He desperately tried to push you away, but in return, your arms tightened around him.

The stranger got a hold of your arms and pulled you off Seonghwa, your shouts of complaint echoing around the dark streets.

Seonghwa quickly stood up and dusted himself off. “Leave her alone,” Seonghwa croaked out. He hated it. He hated mortals, he hated their dumb nature, he hated the way they freely lived and had no care in the world. He despised them. But nonetheless, they were still creations of God. “Let her go.” He said more sternly and confidently, pulling the man’s attention to himself. “She obviously doesn’t want to go with you, leave her alone.”

Seonghwa gulped as he looked at the man. He didn’t know how to handle these situations. “Mind your business.” Seonghwa was taken aback by the way the man talked to him. As he was about to pull you back with him, Seonghwa grabbed your hand, pulling you away. A protective hand on the back of your head.

“Leave,” Seonghwa seethed, an intimidating look in his eyes. When the man didn’t move, Seonghwa urged him to leave one more time. And with a huff he left Seonghwa with you in his arms. Seonghwa looked at you with a slight frown on his lips. “Hey,” he tried to pull away, but he felt you fall limp against him, passed out. “Ma’am,” still no response. Seonghwa sighed as he shook you, trying to wake you up. After a few moments he gave up and lifted you up with one arm under your back and one under your knees.

Seonghwa finally managed to get home and lay you down onto his couch, not knowing what to do with you. The only thing that came to his mind was to drape a thin blanket onto your form and leave the living room.

“Why did you bring a mortal home?” A sharp voice broke Seonghwa out of his thoughts. He turned around to face none other than his brother. “They are disgusting–” but before the younger could continue, Seonghwa cut him off with a glare.

Seonghwa ran a hand through his dark hair, a sigh leaving his lips as he turned around to face the sink. “I don’t know, Jongho. She needed help and no one was there.” He said with a tinge of distress. How could he bring a mortal, a sinner, into his own home? “There was this guy who wanted to take her with himself, and now she’s here.” Seonghwa shrugged, still not facing Jongho.

“Lead them into the right path, not onto your couch, brother.”

Seonghwa turned his head to glare at his brother from the corner of his eyes as the room fell silent. Only the sound of dishes clashing with one another resounded through the kitchen. “She’ll leave in the morning. I’ll make sure of it.” 

The blaring sound of your alarm woke you up with a pounding headache. You groaned as you covered your ears. When the alarm didn’t stop, you flung a hand at your bag to shut it. When silence enveloped you, you let out a relieved sigh as you laid your head back down onto the fluffiest pillow you’ve ever laid your head on. But something was off. This didn’t feel like your bed, nor your blanket. You slowly opened your eyes to see thin, long legs, clad in beige dress pants, right in front of your nose. Your eyes trailed upward from beautifully toned thighs, to a flat torso, covered by a pure white silk shirt, broad shoulders, and finally, a gorgeous face that had you speechless. Your eyes lost every ounce of sleep as you gaped at the beautiful man above you. 

“Good morning.” His voice pulled you out of your trance, blinking up at him as you hastily sat up. Your dress had ridden up your thighs, exposing more of the skin you were hardly trying to hide. Before Seonghwa could look away, he had already caught a glimpse of the soft skin. 

You quickly gathered your stuff that had fallen out of your purse when you fished out your phone, standing up and pulling the end of your dress down to cover the exposed skin. “Thank you,” you exhaled in a whisper, loud enough for the angel to hear you. “For last night I mean.”

Seonghwa cleared his throat before he turned his head to meet your eyes, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes painted on his lips. “You’re welcome,” he responded. “Do you want me to drop you off at your home?” he asked after a breath of silence, his question making you chuckle. 

“Want me gone already?” your voice had a teasing lilt to it, raspy with the exhaustion that is cursing you. When you noticed the man’s eyes widening you laughed and dismissed your comment as a joke, making him sigh out in relief. “The name’s (Y/N).” 

“Seonghwa.”

“Nice to meet you, Seonghwa!” Even through the pounding headache, the wide smile never left your lips. “I wish I could get to know you a bit more, but I really have to go. I hope I’ll see you around. I could buy you a coffee as payback.” Your sweet smile was contagious, Seonghwa wearing a small smile himself. “I mean it,” your eager tone made the black-haired man tilt his head slightly. “You really helped me a lot by saving me from the dude last night. I really don’t know what he would’ve done if you weren’t there. I want to thank you properly.” Seonghwa stood there, a dumbfounded expression on his features, as you were rummaging through your tiny purse for something. After a breath of silence, you handed him a piece of paper that had a number and your name written next to it. “I knew keeping these with me could be helpful.” You walked through the short corridor to the front door, Seonghwa walking behind you. Before you could open the door, he had already beat you to it and held it open like a gentleman. “You do want me gone, huh?” You joked again, pulling a chuckle out of him. 

Stepping out of the apartment, you started your way back to your own home. With one last wave in the man’s direction, you walked away. When you were gone, Seonghwa closed the door and heavily exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

“Are you going to call her?”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to sneak into this apartment, Jongho?”

Almost two weeks had passed since the incident, having lost all the hope that Seonghwa was going to call you for the coffee you promised him. 

“What do you mean?” Soonyoung, asked in disbelief. “He still hasn’t called you?” He might have not noticed, but his voice was so loud that he pulled almost everybody’s attention in the small café you were in. You quickly hushed him, sending the old pair next to you an apologetic gaze. “He still hasn’t called you?” the blonde repeated, a lot quieter this time. As a response you just lightly shook your head and shrugged. A devastated gasp left your friend’s lips, one of his hands against his chest to seem more dramatic. “That’s a low blow. It’s not every day you get someone hot to sleep in their apartment.” Soonyoung’s comment made you laugh wholeheartedly, a hand clasped on your mouth to muffle the sound. 

“I mean, my outfit was–” you trailed off at the sound of the bell chiming, eyes landing onto the entrance, smile falling from your features. Soonyoung must’ve noticed the sudden halt of your sentence and turned around to look behind him. “That’s him,” you whispered, pulling at Soonyoung’s sleeve to gain his attention. Said man turned back to you with his mouth gaped open. A giggle pushed its way out of your throat, “I told you he’s attractive.” 

Your eyes landed back on Seonghwa, doing a once-over. His hair was pushed out of his face, a single strand swaying side to side with each movement, and the clean undercut exposed. He wore a brown trench coat with a beige knit sweater underneath and a pair of black jeans. After he placed his order, he moved to the side for the people behind him to place their order, and while he was waiting, his eyes met yours. A smile graced your face as you waved with enthusiasm. The black-haired man timidly returned the gesture, lips pulled into a tight smile. His gaze fell from you as the barista called out his order, handing it to him. With one last wave, he walked out of the café. 

Your eyes followed his form until he was out of sight. “Damn,” you mumbled, “He didn’t even come to me.” A loud snort reached your ears. “Hey!”

“I’m sorry! Ow!”

After walking home with Soonyoung, you showered and then got ready to make dinner when your phone rang, pulling your attention. You left the meat on the hot pan as you reached for your phone, tilting your head as you saw an unknown number. “Hello?” your voice questioning, brows furrowed. 

“Hey, it’s me Seonghwa.” Relief washed over you, softly smiling to yourself as you walked back to the stove, tongs in hand to turn the meat over.

“Hi, Seonghwa,” you greeted, voice cheery and light. “I thought you’d never call.” Your smile stretched as you heard the man chuckle on the other end. As if in a trance, your hand made contact with the hot pan, causing you to hiss loudly. “Shit, I burned myself,” you chuckled. After a moment of thick silence you broke it, “I am cooking dinner right now. If you have the time right now, come over and join me. You know, because of the repaying you thing. It’s okay if you don’t want to.” 

Seonghwa, on the other side, was fiddling with the end of his shirt, considering taking up on your offer. He did want to, but it wasn’t as easy as you would think. 

“Every human, you have to lead every human you get involved with into the right path. You have to lead them to me, Son.”

He remembered his fathers words, the sole reason he was sitting on this very couch, phone in shaky hands and a slight frown painted on his face. Before he could think about it further, he blurted, “Yes, I can come over.” Seonghwa was struggling to hold the exasperated sigh that was threatening to crawl out of his throat.

“Sweet, I’ll send you my address. See ya!” the angel felt himself sink further into his couch, hands gripping his thighs and eyes fixed on the ceiling. 

What did he get himself into? This was nothing like him, Seonghwa would never get himself involved with mortals like you. Your case has officially started, there is no turning back now, and Seonghwa knew that. With a small grunt, he lifted himself off the couch to get ready, stopping his movements when he heard his phone go off. 

xxx.xxx.xxx: [address] 

xxx.xxx.xxx: can’t wait to see you! :)

As soon as you had gotten the confirmation that Seonghwa was indeed on his way to your place, you ran into your room to change from your pajamas to some clothes that would make you more presentable. You pulled on a pair of biker shorts and a long black shirt that reached your mid-thighs. The shorts reached a few inches above your knees and complimented your thighs. Your wet hair fell around your face, framing it in a deliciously innocent way. 

Just as you put the finishing touch on the dinner table the doorbell rang. Quickly looking over your work, you ran to the door and opened it to a waiting Seonghwa. “Hi, Seonghwa!” You greeted with a blinding smile on your features. Side-stepping, you let the waiting man into your apartment without a question.

Seonghwa returned the gesture and walked in, taking his shoes off and putting them to the side. His eyes started roaming the walls and floors as he walked to your living room right behind you. Your apartment was pretty small but enough for someone who lived alone. “It’s pretty,” Seonghwa mumbled, not knowing that you heard his comment.

“Yes, it really is,” you said, looking over your shoulder to Seonghwa. “You can sit down; I’ll get the drinks.” You walked to the kitchen, which was connected to the living room. Seonghwa was a bit shocked at how much effort you put in. The plates were shining, and the cutlery was so shiny, he could use the spoons as small mirrors. “Seonghwa,” you called, pulling the angel out of his awe-like trance.

“Yeah,” he had a slight stutter in his voice as he responded, quickly standing up from his seat, walking into the kitchen.

“What would you like to drink?” You asked, opening the fridge to show him the drinks you had, mostly alcoholic. You saw Seonghwa eyeing the alcoholic drinks a bit skeptically, “You don’t drink alcohol?” All you got as a response was a hesitant shake of his head. “Okay, okay,” you mumbled, grabbing for the non-alcoholic drinks. “This cherry juice is really nice; you have to try it.” With a smile, you walked to the dinner table, putting the cool drinks onto it and sitting down. You signaled for Seonghwa to sit, which he gladly did.

It was uncomfortably silent as Seonghwa just sat there, watching you plate the food and put it in front of him. “Don’t worry,” you started, catching Seonghwa’s gaze, looking him intensely in the eyes. “I didn’t put anything suspicious in it. Unless you have allergies?” Seonghwa didn’t know what to say. It felt like you were locking him in place with your gaze still on him.

His jaw stuttered as he tried to come up with something, eyes not daring to leave yours. “I, uhm, I don’t have any allergies,” he stuttered, face and neck flushing with color.

“I’m glad,” you smiled relieved, putting his plate down and plating your own. “I hope you like it.” The confused angel just nodded and took the spoon next to his plate in his hand, pushing the food on it. It looked delicious; he wasn’t going to lie. That piece of meat that looked extra juicy due to the sauce poured over it and the cooked vegetables. You watched intently as Seonghwa guided his fork into his mouth, tasting the savory food, eyes lighting up at the rich taste. “Do you like it?” You asked immediately, catching Seonghwa’s expression.

He quickly swallowed, nodding. “It’s really good. Do you like cooking?” He asked, mesmerized by the taste of the food.

His question made you chuckle, as you nodded. “Yeah, I do like cooking. I mean, I used to work in the kitchen in the diner a few streets down. But now I’m a server there.” Seonghwa nodded along your words, eyes wide and round. “I’d be happy to cook for you again.” You ended the sentence with a smirk painting your lips. Seonghwa softly shook his head as he caught himself looking at your lips a bit too much. Thankfully, you were occupied with the food on your plate to pay Seonghwa any mind.

“Thank you,” you said softly, “for what happened a few weeks ago, and that you came over. I really appreciate it.” 

Seonghwa smiled and softly shook his head, “You don’t have to thank me.” He took another bite of his food before talking again, “And I mean, I never have any visitors over, so, it was kind of a change, you know.” You chuckled at that, your ears heating up.

You two sat in silence as you ate. The urge to say something was big, Seonghwa’s tongue practically itching. But before he could blurt anything out, you broke the silence. “So, how about you tell me something about yourself?” Your smile was blinding, lips stretched across your cheeks. “Oh,” you chuckled softly, “Sorry, that sounded like some interview.” Your lightheartedness set a calm feeling into Seonghwa’s gut.

With a soft chuckle he answered your question. 

When you both finished dinner, you were already standing at your front door, waving Seonghwa goodbye. “It was really nice today. I hope we can do this again sometime.” Seonghwa nodded with a smile on his lips. 

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” With one last wave of his hand, he walked out of the apartment complex, the cold air hitting him. He let out a deep sigh as he started walking down the street to get to his apartment.

A few days have passed since he had dinner with you, and since then he has been avoiding you as much as he could. Meaning, he hasn’t texted you one time since you two had dinner at your place. He kind of felt bad because he genuinely thought you were a nice person, but he didn’t like your type of people. Even seeing all those alcoholic drinks in your fridge sent a shiver down his spine. He just hoped that you would find the right path on your own. 

It was pretty late when Seonghwa had left work. He worked in a small library, it was a pretty quiet place, not many people went there. 

He bid his goodbyes to his co-workers as he left the library, walking through the dark streets, the wind biting at his cheeks. Winter was close, and he didn’t like it one bit. Shoving his hands into his pockets, his pace quickened. He didn’t want to take the bus for a ten minute walk to his apartment, which he came to regret a few times in weathers like this one. 

“Seonghwa?” 

No, no, no. Please don’t let it be you. 

The angel turned around with furrowed brows, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he met your eyes. He couldn’t get out of your way somehow. 

A large smile crawled onto your face as your eyes met. “Hi!” Seonghwa softly sighed, defeated by your sweetness. “How are you?” you asked, eyes wide and curious. Seonghwa wouldn’t even guess that you were a sinner with the way you were innocently looking up at him.

A smile of his own curved on his features as he answered, “I’m fine, a bit cold, though, but I'm doing good. How about you?” His eyes caught the way you rocked from side to side, shoulders tense. He let his gaze fall down to see your legs exposed to the cool air. With wide eyes, Seonghwa moved his eyes back up, a strained smile on his chapped lips. He didn’t hear one word you were saying, mind caught up with the way your skin looked so soft, and the short, tight skirt you wore complimenting the curve of your hips. 

“Hwa?” his breath hitched slightly as he heard the nickname. “Is everything okay?”

Why did you have such an effect on him?

“Y–yeah, I’m fine. Just cold,” he stuttered, jaw clenching in realization. You nodded with a soft smile on your face. “Uhm, where were you going anyway?” he asked curiously. 

A soft breath left your lips before you answered, “A friend of mine wanted to go out and drink, but then he canceled right when I left my apartment and now I’m here walking home.” You ended the sentence with a sarcastic thumbs up, lips pulled into a strained smile. Seonghwa let a soft chuckle slip  as he slowly turned around, his hand gesturing the way in front of himself. Was he really going to do this right now?

“Would you like to come over to mine for dinner?” A smile stretched onto your lips as you nodded, matching his pace. “It’s not long from here, just a few minutes,” he reassured when he noticed you shivering, the only thing giving you the slightest warmth was your short jacket. You looked up at him with a smile as you hugged yourself to block out the biting cold. 

You’ve been walking for about five minutes until Seonghwa stopped in front of a fancy looking complex, pulling out a pair of keys. Your eyes switched between Seonghwa’s side profile and the apartment complex, never having thought that he lived in such a rich neighborhood. Well, he did look expensive. “Why the surprised face? You’ve been to my place once, yeah?” Seonghwa’s soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts, a smile tugging on his plump lips that were flushed due to the cold surrounding you both. “Come on, let’s go inside before you freeze,” he said, the click of the lock resounding as Seonghwa pulled the heavy door open for you to enter. You did so with a grateful smile on your slightly chapped lips and a nod of gratitude. 

“A gentleman are we?” you said as you waited for Seonghwa in the middle of the big lobby as he checked his mail. With a gentle hand, he guided you to the elevator that brought you to your destined floor. As you stepped out of the elevator, your heel got caught in the gap of the elevator, causing you to stumble forward. As you braced yourself to fall face first onto the floor, Seonghwa’s strong arm caught you by your waist and hips, pulling you back into his chest. You took in a sharp breath as you stood with your back flush against Seonghwa’s chest, his breath in your ear as you tried to get your mind back together. Turning your head, you smiled up at the man, who was also looking down at you, his eyes wider than yours and his brows knit together. “Thank you,” you said, slowly pulling away from him. Seonghwa let his arms fall to his sides as his lips pulled into a slightly strained smile. A soft, red hue crawled onto his ears but they could be easily excused as the temperature-change from outside. 

Seonghwa led the short way to his apartment, unlocking the door and letting you inside. A sigh left your chest as the warmth of his apartment hit you, cheeks warming and nose freeing of its stuffiness. “So warm,” you mumbled as you rubbed your cold hands together, trying to get them warm again. Slipping off your white boots, you let your short, also white, jacket fall from your shoulders, exposing the pretty white silk shirt you wore, top buttons undone. Seonghwa’s back was turned to you as he took off his jacket and shoes, quickly putting them into their assigned places. “Uhm, where do I put these, Seonghwa?” you asked from behind the tall man, your jacket and shoes in your hands.

Seonghwa turned around and saw what you were implying. “Oh, let me take these.” He took your stuff and hung your jacket next to his, your shoes right underneath. “Let’s go inside, shall we?” his hand pointed down the narrow hallway into his living room. 

As you were walking into the living room you were looking around in awe. Seonghwa’s apartment was really pretty, that much you could say. Weren’t you already here one time? Yes, you were, but you didn’t pay enough attention to notice how beautiful his apartment actually was. “Your apartment is really,” you trailed off, not knowing what to say. “Pretty,” you breathed as you looked over your shoulder to see a beautiful, white cat sitting on one of the bar stools that faced the kitchen, a long counter stretched in front of them as some type of space for people to sit there. “Hi, pretty,” you greeted the cat with a soft hand, slowly letting it sniff the palm of your hand. The animal let its fluffy head fall into the palm of your hand and you could feel the strong vibrations of its purring, a soft pout crawling onto your features. “It’s so cute,” you cooed, scratching its chin.

Seonghwa just stood by the side with furrowed brows as he watched you interact with his cat. You turned to Seonghwa, a bright smile stretching on your face but falling as you saw his expression. “She normally doesn’t like strangers,” Seonghwa mumbled, scratching the back of the cat’s ear. As the angel’s hand wandered lower on the animal’s face, his finger brushed over your hand. He inhaled sharply, slowly pulling his hand away. “Her name’s Ayah.” 

“Pretty,” you mumbled, voice as soft as the thickest clouds Seonghwa has ever touched. His dark eyes were fixed onto your side profile, studying every curve and edge of your face, starting from the rounds of your cheeks that were still flushed from the cold they were exposed to, to your jaw, and lastly to your lips. 

He never understood why so many of his brother’s got expelled from heaven for falling in love with the daughters of Eve. But now, he might have an inkling about why these beautiful creatures were cherished that much. 

“Seonghwa?”

“Y–yeah?” he was too deep in his thoughts again. “Why don’t you go sit down and wait for me while I get us something to drink?” You nodded and walked to the couch, the couch you once woke up on. Seonghwa opened his fridge, letting the cool air hit face as he looked for something to drink. His eyes fell onto the bottle of soda and he remembered that he still had cherries in his freezer. Quickly taking the bottle of soda and putting it on the counter next to the fridge, he bent down to open the freezer, taking the cherries. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any drinks that you would like in particular,” Seongwha said as he walked over with two tall cups in his hands, the condensation running over Seonghwa’s lithe fingers. 

Your eyes slightly widened as you took the glass from Seonghwa’s hand, your hands brushing over his wet one’s. There it was again, his heart skipped a beat. “No, oh my god, don’t apologize! I know that you don’t drink, and I do think it’s for the better because I’ve been trying to tone it down.” You chuckled as you scootched to the side, making more space for Seonghwa. Your exposed knees were pressed together, directed into Seonghwa’s direction, almost touching his knees. “Soda and frozen cherries,” you mumbled before taking a sip, “isn’t that a bit too summery for november, don’t you think?” A soft smirk curled on your lips as you put the glass onto the coffee table. “So,” you started, throwing one leg over the other, leaning into Seongwha’s space a little bit, “let’s get to know each other a bit more, yeah?” 

“Where should I start?” Seonghwa asked, head tilted to the side. 

“Hm, don’t know,” you put a well manicured finger on your chin, rubbing the skin there. “Let’s do it like that, I ask you a question, you answer and I have to answer too and then it’s your turn to ask.” A smile crept its way onto your lips as Seonghwa nodded. “Great, then I’ll start. How old are you?” Seonghwa chuckled and leaned back a bit, shoulder pressing against the backrest of his couch.

“I am twenty-seven.” He answered, not truthfully, though. Seonghwa was around five-hundred years old, which he would obviously not tell you. “And you?” 

“Twenty-four,” you answered, taking another sip from your drink, “your turn.” 

Seonghwa thought for a second, “What are you doing currently, like, work related or something?” 

“I work in a restaurant, it’s a few streets down from here, I think I told you that already.” Seonghwa nodded, a few strands of his hair moving in front of his eyes, but he didn’t move to push them away. “And I already know where you work,” you said sheepishly, “at the library around the corner. It’s my favorite one in this area. I’m surprised I never saw you there.”

The evening went smoothly. You and Seonghwa talked about anything you could, hobbies, likes, dislikes, friends. But what Seonghwa noticed was that you didn’t start anything that had to do with family. You only listened when he talked about his brothers and friends, but nothing came from your side. 

“It’s getting pretty late,” your eyes fell onto your phone, 8:54pm. Standing up, you bowed slightly, thanking Seonghwa. “Thank you for everything today, I really had fun.” The man quickly stood up, following you to the hallway. 

Taking your jacket and shoes, you put them on, turning to the man one last time. “I really had fun too, we could do this more often.” With a smile, you let your arms fall around Seonghwa’s shoulders, pulling him into a hug. Seonghwa’s eyes widened as he got squeezed by your arms. With great reluctance he let his arms wrap around your midriff, your jacket slightly lifting up and making him touch the soft material of your blouse. You were so warm and soft, he shivered slightly. A strange warmth filled his stomach as your sweet scent met his nose, making him take in a deep breath. 

He felt coldness wash over him as you pulled away from him bid him a goodnight, but not before bending down, also to bid a good night to Ayah.

Your way home consisted of you walking down the street with a smile on your face that almost hurt your cheeks. 

Seonghwa was restless for the remainder of the night. Tossing and turning in his king sized bed, mind reeling with you. Just you. He couldn’t understand what was going on, how something like a simple human girl could have him question his whole being. Was he doing something wrong? Was his father not happy with him? Seonghwa was never one to let himself be pulled in by a simple human. 

Turning on his back, he watched the ceiling as if answers would appear on the white surface. A soft groan left his lips as he pushed one of his cashmere pillows onto his face, muffling the desperate sounds. He couldn’t take it anymore. Standing up, Seonghwa put on the thick sweater that laid on his single couch that sat next to the balcony door, and stepped out onto the balcony, letting the cold night air touch his reddened cheeks. He let his forearms lean on the railing as he gazed at the city below him. The wind blew against his face, his already messy hair flying around. 

A deep sigh left his lips as he let his head fall onto his forearms. “A daughter of Eve, huh?” Seonghwa felt his eyes roll into the back of his skull as he heard the familiar, cocky voice of one of his brothers. “Harder than the men,” he said, letting out a quiet grunt as he sat down on one of the garden chairs, “most of your success came from men, am I right?” 

Seonghwa straightened and looked at his brother, noticing the edges of his lips pulled into a cheshire smirk. “San,” Seonghwa said in a warning tone, “don’t make me throw you out. And how many times do I have to tell you and the others to not just show up in my home.” With a puff through his cold nose, Seonghwa turned around to go inside again, his brother hot on his heels. He heard his brother laugh behind him, loud and boisterous. 

“Good luck, brother.” San patted Seonghwa on the back before disappearing into thin air, only leaving a puff of smoke and dust in his wake. 

“I’ll need that,” Seonghwa sighed, walking back into his room. 

Sleeping was unusual for celestial creatures, let alone having dreams. Seonghwa was tossing and turning in his bed as beads of sweat were running down his forehead and temple.

“Seonghwa,” he heard a soft voice echo through his mind, his head turning in all directions, looking for the owner of the voice. “I’m here, Seonghwa.” He heard it again, but much closer, clearer. The voice belonged to a woman, a woman he knew. “Seonghwa,” the angel felt himself melt as he felt her hot breath on his ear, turning his head so he could see her. You stood with a bright smile in front of him, clad in a white dress that looked like it was made out of the most expensive sheer. You looked so beautiful, so innocent. Seonghwa felt himself walking closer to you, a hand outstretched to touch your soft cheeks. 

The angel’s lips fell open as his fingertips came into contact with your skin, the seering burn of something he can’t describe running through him. His breath hitched, swallowing the thick lump in his throat as your own hand rested on his cheek. You pulled yourself closer to him, pressing your soft chest against his torso, your mouth only inches away from his hot skin. “Seonghwa,” you whispered, breath fanning against the skin of his neck. A shuddering breath left Seonghwa’s trembling lips, eyes not daring to leave yours. A tear slipped from his eyes as he felt your hand slide up from his hip up to his shoulder, where it then rested on his neck, fingers teasing his hairline. 

You softly lifted your chin up, ghosting your lips over Seonghwa’s, pulling a desperate whine out of him. “Seonghwa,” he just hummed in response, eyes unfocused and glassy. “You need to wake up, Seonghwa.” The words didn’t register in his head as your hands were roaming all over his body, leaving a burning sensation on his skin. “Angel, you need to wake up.” You stepped away looking at Seonghwa with a soft smile. “Wake up.”

A loud gasp ripped itself from Seonghwa’s lungs as he woke up. He sat up, eyes roaming the dark bedroom, his bedroom. A sigh of relief left his lips as he realized where he was. With a trembling hand he swiped his forehead, the sweat sticking to his skin. A shaky groan left his lips as he shivered, body burning up. 

He stood up, grabbing a clean towel, and walked into the bathroom. Seonghwa let the cold water run down his body, calming his erratic thoughts. The cold water cooled him down a bit, the flush from his skin dissipating in a few seconds. After a while he turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping himself up in the towel he had grabbed and walked back into his room. Water droplets were running down his temple and neck, his hair falling in front of his eyes, casting a shadow over his face. 

Seonghwa let his head fall, his chin touching his chest. After a while, he stood up and got dressed again. Some comfortable sweatpants and a flimsy T-shirt that was slightly see through. The wet towel got thrown into the laundry basket when he finished drying his hair, combing a hand through it to get it out of his face. He laid down and adjusted his head so he was comfortable, a sigh leaving his parted lips. After a while his eyelids fell shut, darkness enveloping Seonghwa. It didn’t take long for Seonghwa to fall asleep again, his breath slowing down and evening out. 

He just hoped that he could avoid you at all costs. 

A groan tumbled from your lips as you put your apron on, exhaustion coating your features. You pulled your hair back and put the cap with the restaurant mascot on before you went to put the first batches of bread into the oven. “Good morning!” Soonyoung’s cheery voice made you look up from your task, sending him a glare. “Ah, (Y/N), woke up on the wrong foot today? Because I feel so good!” You didn’t say anything as you started sweeping the floors, preparing the restaurant for opening, a few customers already waiting outside. 

“You know what gets on my nerves, Soon? The people that are ready to stand in front of the doors at 8am,” you grumbled, taking the seats off the tables as you passed them with the mop. You heard an approving hum from Soonyoung. 

You two quickly prepared the restaurant and unlocked the door, letting the few customers in that already stood outside. “Hello, what can I get for you?” you asked politely, a smile painted onto your features. Quickly noting down everything, you walked to the kitchen, requesting the ordered dishes. As you turned around you bumped into someone, causing you to stumble backwards a little bit. “Ah, I’m sorry.” You apologized, recognizing the face of the man, but didn’t say anything. 

Suddenly, he grabbed you by your shoulder, shoving you in front of him. “Watch where you’re going, (Y/N).” Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him with a disbelieved look on your face. It seemed like he wanted some type of apology– a more heartfelt apology.

“I… I already said, I’m sorry, Yeosang,” you mumbled, trying to side-step the blonde man. You didn’t get far as Yeosang grabbed you by your shoulder, again, and pulled you with him to the back. “Yeosang, I swear to God if this is one of your pathetic apologies again, I don’t want to hear it. I already told you, I’m done.” You said, voice sharp and direct. “Now, if you’ll let me go, I have to work.”

“(Y/N), you can’t do this.”

“Yes, I fucking can, Yeosang.” You turned around, holding an accusing finger to his hard chest. “You already treated me like shit and then I had to see you fucking around with one of my friends, Yeosang.” The muscles of the blonde’s jaw twitched as his gaze darkened. 

He took your hand that was pointing at his chest in a firm grip and pulled you closer, his warm breath fanning over your lips. “I told you I was drunk,” he seethed against your lips. 

“Fuck you,” you spat, eyes wide in anger. Suddenly Yeosang had shoved you into the closest janitor’s closet, his lips crashing on yours, swallowing your yelp of surprise. He kissed you so fiercely that it was impossible to deny him, your hands roaming around his built back, pushing and pulling at his shirt. “Fuck you, Kang Yeosang– ah!” A soft moan fell from your lips as the blonde started kissing and sucking on the soft skin of your neck. You gasped, grabbing his hair and pulling him away from your neck, he resisted, though, lips not even daring to leave your skin for a second. “You can’t leave marks, Yeosang.” Said man just chuckled, sending goosebumps across your skin. 

He pulled away, but only for a short time as he pulled your shirt over your head, his hands finding your breasts as soon as your shirt touched the ground. Yeosang’s lips attached to the skin right above your breasts, sucking and biting– leaving marks. You felt your stomach tighten at his ministrations, soft gasps and whimpers falling from your bitten lips. A low moan from Yeosang echoed through the small room as you tried grinding your hips against his. “Yeosang,” you breathed, letting your head fall against the wall you were pinned against. His hands grabbed the underside of each of your thighs and hoisted you up against the wall. You took this as a sign and wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling them flush against yourself. Just as you grabbed Yeosang’s face a loud knock pulled you two out of your haze. You opened your eyes to look at the man, his face warm against your hands. 

“(Y/N), are you in there?” It was Soonyoung. “Why is the door locked?” 

Softly pushing Yeosang away, you stood on your feet again. You looked around the room for your shirt Yeosang had pulled off you not too long ago. “I’m coming,” you said, smoothing out the material of your pants and letting your hands run through your hair a few times. Before you opened the door you turned back to Yeosang, “stay here until I come and get you.” With that, you exited the small room, meeting a very agitated Soonyoung. His frown said more than words could describe.

“Soonyoung, please–” 

“You are such a dumbass, you know that?” With a clenched jaw you looked down at your fumbling hands. “(Y/N), look at me.” You did as told, looking at him through your lashes, teeth gnawing at your sore lips. “Yeosang is no good to you,” Soonyoung paused, a hand of his falling onto your shoulder, “you remember how he treated you.” 

Just as you were about to answer your friend, the door behind you opened. Yeosang stepped out of the cramped room and immediately met eyes with Soonyoung. Both men had a frown painted on their faces as they stared each other down. You decided to break the tense silence between the three of you, a strained smile on your lips as you waved your hands in front of you. “Yeah, Soonyoung,” you looked at said man with raised brows, “why were you looking for me?” Your friend smiled as he stepped aside, revealing Seonghwa. 

Seonghwa’s lips pulled into a thin line as he looked at you, noticing your slightly disheveled look and swollen lips. “Hi, (Y/N),” he greeted sheepishly, a soft blush rising to his cheeks, almost going unnoticed by you, almost.

“I wasn’t expecting you here,” you said as you walked to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulder to pull him into a hug. “How are you?” you asked with a wide smile, 

Seonghwa slowly wrapped his own arms around your midriff as he answered your question, “I’m good. Just a bit tired.” As you pulled away, he felt himself hesitate before letting you go. “I just wanted to ask,” he trailed off as he met Yeosang’s bored gaze, the blonde’s eyes boring through the angel’s skull. “I just wanted to ask if you had time after work, you know, to go out on a walk?” You felt your cheeks heat up as you smiled at Seonghwa. 

Just as you were about to answer, Yeosang pushed you to the side, eyeing Seonghwa up and down. “No, she doesn’t have time after work.” Seonghwa’s eyes moved from your face to Yeosang’s, noticing the twitch of the muscles in your jaw. “So, if you would be nice enough and let (Y/N) do her job, that would make me very happy.” Yeosang’s heavy hand fell onto Seonghwa’s shoulder, squeezing tightly. “Go,” Yeosang mumbled as he slightly pushed you forward. With one last apologetic look over your shoulder, you waved Seonghwa goodbye. 

Seonghwa sighed as he turned to Soonyoung, a soft smile on his lips. He noticed the glare Soonyoung sent to Yeosang before he turned to Seonghwa. “I guess I’ll see you around.” Seonghwa waved as he walked to the entry of the restaurant.

“I’m sorry, dude. Didn’t know she had any last minute plans.”  Soonyoung waved back at Seonghwa, feeling bad that he had to experience this. “He fuckin’ likes her,” he mumbled as Seonghwa left the restaurant. 

Seonghwa’s gaze never left the ground as he walked back into his apartment. What was I thinking? He felt his eyes sting a little, causing him to rub them furiously. A sigh fell from his lips as he felt his heart skip a few beats. What’s happening? Not even a few seconds later, he felt something warm run down his cold cheek. The tips of his fingers came up to swipe at his cheek, seeing nothing but a clear liquid staining his fingers. Tears? Since when could Seonghwa cry? And why was he crying? With a deep breath, Seonghwa rubbed all of the wetness away from his face and straightened again, taking long strides to his apartment.

Taking off his jacket and shoes, he walked into his living room, not even acknowledging the pink-haired angel sitting on his couch, Ayah in his lap. “Brother, finally home.” His brother greeted him, a smile stretched on San’s features. “How was it?” he asked, trailing off. “You know, asking (Y/N) out?” San’s smile widened as his brother turned around to face him, lips pulled into a tight line. 

“She can’t go,” Seonghwa answered, a heavy sigh falling from his lips. Turning around, he filled water into his kettle, preparing tea for San and himself. “This guy there, I think it was her boyfriend or something, told me that she can’t, so I didn’t question it further.” He said, hearing the water boil in the kettle, a scoff leaving his lips.

“Humans are complicated creatures,” San said, standing up to walk over to his brother, jumping onto the counter and letting his legs dangle. “Brother,” San’s voice turned firm, almost even stern. “Be careful of her. The daughters of Eve are the majority in hell.” His hand fell onto Seonghwa’s shoulder, squeezing tightly.

“But the majority in heaven too, San. Don’t forget that.” A loud boisterous laugh echoed through the kitchen as San looked at his brother with a blinding smile. 

It was already late. The sun had gone down and the sky was littered with stars, the moon shining upon the city. Seonghwa was sitting on his balcony, letting the cold wind blow through his hair. He let his head rest on the back of his chair with his eyes closed, enjoying the silence. Just as sleep was about to take him away from the moment, his phone went off. Quickly fishing it out of his hoodie’s pocket, he checked the caller ID. You. Seonghwa felt himself frown as he silenced your call, not wanting to talk to you right now. He didn't know if it was the right thing to do so, though. He kept eyeing his phone as you called. One missed call from (Y/N). Just as his phone turned off, it went off again. This time, though, it was a text message from you. 

(y/n): i’m so sorry about today :( 

(y/n): yeosang can be an asshole and i am really sorry if he was rude to you today. i would have loved to hang out with you but i don’t even think you want it because of that dumbass. and you even came to my workplace to ask :( and then this happened.

(y/n): again. i am so sorry and i hope we can hang out another time when you are free :) 

Seonghwa let his phone fall back into his pocket, now wide awake. His heart was pounding against his ribcage as he thought about your texts. The way you went out of your way to apologize for something someone else did, feeling as if you were at fault. No, he could never blame you for what that guy did. As he thought about today’s events, your face flashed in front of his eyes. Your flushed face, swollen, and bitten lips. Staring at him with those innocent eyes. Truly an angel, he thought. 

With a bolt, Seonghwa sat up, eyes wide. No, no, no, he couldn’t think of a human girl like that. None of Eve’s daughters were angels. The thought immediately left his mind as he let his head rest in his warm palm, elbows digging into his knee. 

After a while, he stood up and went to his bedroom, letting himself sink into his bed. As soon as Seonghwa closed his eyes, darkness enveloped him and sleep overtook his consciousness. 

“Seonghwa,” somebody called, her voice soft and smooth. “Seonghwa,” it sounded like she was near. “Seonghwa.” Said man turned around and saw a face he could recognize from miles away. “Hi,” you smiled sweetly at him, your arms finding his neck, pulling him into a hug. 

Warm. You were warm against Seonghwa’s torso. Soft. Seonghwa felt your skin from underneath the flimsy shirt as he hugged you, his arms wrapping around your midriff. Sweet. You smelled sweet, like the flowers that bloomed in the gardens of heaven. 

His eyes fluttered shut as he burrowed his nose into your neck, taking a deep breath of your sweet scent. Sighing into your neck, he tightened his hold on you, pulling you flush against him. Suddenly, he couldn’t feel the thin piece of cloth you had on anymore, his fingers touching your bare skin. 

“Seonghwa,” you breathed, your warm breath fanning across the skin of his neck. A shiver ran through his body as he pressed himself closer to you, feeling every curve and dip of your torso. “Seonghwa,” you gasped, fingers tangling into his hair, pulling slightly. This pushed a soft groan out of Seonghwa’s lungs. “Wake up, Seonghwa.” He felt warmth engulfing him, making him breathe heavily into your neck. “You need to wake up.” With a hazy mind, he pulled away to look at you, your hands finding each side of his flushed face. He didn't dare look down, scared of what he might see. You softly pulled his face closer to yours, so close that he could feel your warm breath on his lips. “You need to wake up, Seonghwa.” 

A spark went through his body as you ghosted your lips over his.

A gasp ripped itself out of Seonghwa’s lungs as his eyes hot open. Sweat trickling down his forehead, skin sticky and wet. He threw his blanket off of himself and sat up. His chest moved up and down as he breathed heavily, eyes wide. What did he just see?

He stood up on shaky legs, a soft groan leaving his lips as he felt an unfamiliar burn in his lower stomach, his hand touching the area. Finally stable, he walked to his bathroom, turning on the light just to see his disheveled reflection. His black hair was sticking to his forehead, wet strands falling in front of his eyes, skin flushed and hot. Walking to the faucet, he turned on the cold water. Slowly, he washed his face, arms, hands, and neck with the cold water, cooling down a bit.

He calmed down a bit, heart slowing down and breath evening out. With a deep sigh, he let himself slide onto the bathroom floor, elbows braced on each of his knees and face in his hands. Seonghwa closed his eyes, but not for long. The longer he had his eyes closed, the more pictures of your face flashed in front of his eyes. 

A dry sob fell from Seonghwa’s plump lips, eyes fixed on that one spot on the ceiling. He felt warm tears run down his face as he sat there and sobbed into the quiet bathroom. 

After a few minutes– which felt like hours to Seonghwa, he calmed down. Sobs turning into soft sniffles and hiccups. His eyelids felt heavy, hard to keep them open any longer. Without the intention, Seonghwa’s eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion engulfing him and pulling him into unconsciousness. 

Seonghwa woke up to the blaring ringtone of his phone that was in his bedroom, a soft groan leaving his lips as he straightened his back. He felt like he couldn’t hold his head up because of how heavy it felt. One of his hands was rubbing the back of his sore neck as the other braced itself on the edge of the bathtub so he could stand up. With wobbly steps, he walked into his bedroom and looked at his ringing phone. Without checking who the person was that was calling, he picked up. “Hello?” he asked, voice groggy and laced with sleep. 

“Seonghwa?” Oh no. No, no, no. Seonghwa felt his heart skip a beat as he sat down on his bed, a soft sigh leaving his lips at the feeling of his soft mattress. “Hi, I hope I’m not bothering.” Seonghwa’s breath hitched as he heard your worried tone, eyebrows pulling together. 

“No, you aren’t. Don't worry.”

“Oh,” He blinked a few times, gaze fixed on his hand that was sitting on his thigh. “You don’t  sound well,” you whispered as if your voice would disturb the man. “Is everything alright?” 

Seonghwa felt his eyes sting again, tears pressing against the back of his eyes. “Yes, everything’s alright, I just didn’t sleep well.” Seonghwa’s lips curled into a soft smile as a single tear ran down his cheek. 

“Ah, okay, then I won’t bother you anymore. Go to sleep,” he could basically hear the smile, “rest well.” With that you had hung up, leaving Seonghwa in the suffocating silence of his own four walls. He let his gaze fall onto the digital clock next to his bed. With a sigh, he let himself drop into his bed, pulling his heavy legs to his torso and closing his eyes. 

Moans and groans flew through your apartment, clothes scattered across your floors as you and Yeosang pushed yourselves into your bedroom. A soft yelp fell from your lips as Yeosang pushed you onto your bed, crawling on top of you, his lips ghosting over the skin of your neck. You gulped as your hands found his hair, pulling him closer to your warm body, feeling his skin against yours. The alcohol running through your system isn’t making this any better. Every touch the blonde man laid on your skin ignited a desire in you nobody could describe. You both smelled like a mixture of expensive perfume and cologne, expensive whiskey, sweat,and weed, intoxicating your senses. 

A moan left your bitten lips as Yeosang softly bit your shoulder, letting his hot tongue caress the sore spot, the marks he had left on your cleavage the other day still not gone. Heavy hands grabbed your hips and pushed you further into the bed, spreading your legs so he could situate him between them. One of his hands moved up to your neck, grabbing it, but not squeezing it, and pulled you up to slot his lips against yours, swallowing each moan and whimper he pulled out of you. 

He breathed against your lips, letting his hand fall from your neck to one of your breasts, kneading and teasing your pierced nipple. “Love your piercings,” he whispered, pulling at your pierced nipple for good measure. His non-occupied hand fell to your cunt, fingers tracing your lips and weeping hole. “Fuck,” Yeosang chuckled as his finger prodded at your hole, “so wet already.” He felt you clench as his finger pushed inside, the familiar warm walls engulfing it. 

Your arms wrapped around his shoulder as you breathed heavily against his neck, hips squirming to gain some type of simulation. “Yeosang,” you whined, “don’t tease.” You heard him chuckle when he started moving his finger, thrusting in and out of you, curling it perfectly to hit your sweet spot. Your eyes fell shut as you let yourself get consumed by the burning pleasure he was giving you. At a particular sharp thrust of the man’s hand, you choked on your own moans, whining lowly into his neck. 

Yeosang sped up his movements as he was aiming for that spot again and again, making you see stars. A choked sob left your lips as he added another finger, his thumb falling onto your swollen clit. 

“Are you gonna cum, baby? Hm,” he asked, breathless, “I know you’re close, princess. Come on, cum on my fingers. Show me how good you can be.” His deep voice mixed with his filthy words made you moan loudly as your thighs started trembling, the knot in your stomach pulling tight before it finally snapped. “Just like that,” he mumbled, laying soft kiss on your neck and shoulders, finger-fucking you through your orgasm. After you came down from your high, Yeosang flipped both of you over so you were straddling his hips and he was leaning against your headboard. A smirk was evident on his features as he was looking at the marks he had left, warm fingers slowly tracing them. His free hand went to your bedside drawer and pulled it open, revealing the condoms you had stored. Ripping the foil open, he quickly rolled the condom over and pulled you into a heated kiss as you adjusted your hips so you were positioned right on top of his dick. You shuddered as you slowly inched down on his cock, a soft sigh escaping your lips. Yeosang let his head fall back and hit the headboard. 

You leaned back, bracing your hands on Yeosang’s knees as you had your way with him. Moving your hips against his to your heart's contents. 

Yeosang’s hands were occupied with your bouncing breasts, fondling and kneading them as he watched you fuck yourself on him. He loved it when you rode him, especially when you were both tipsy. His dark eyes followed your hand as you took one of his and moved it towards your cunt. Taking the hint, Yeosang started rubbing your clit, pulling moans and whimpers out of you. “Fuck, Yeosang, don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop, princess,” he said breathlessly, stomach tightening as he felt his orgasm nearing. “(Y/N), I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he whined, his own hips bucking to fuck into you. A loud whine echoed through the room as you sped up your movements, chasing your own high. Yeosang puts more pressure onto your clit, causing you to lurch forward and fall onto his chest. The blonde took this as an opportunity and wrapped his arms around you, fucking up into you. 

You moaned into Yeosang’s neck as you came, shivering as hot pleasure overtook your senses. Yeosang wasn’t far behind, after a few thrusts into your warm cunt, he came into the condom, still softly rutting into you. As you try to regain your breath, you let your arms fall to your sides, exhaustion slowly eating away at you. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.”

No matter how much you hated Yeosang, you would still risk it for him, which wasn’t exactly the best idea someone would have. 

A little over a week has passed since you last heard from Seonghwa, and fucked Yeosang. 

“What is it with that long face?” Soonyoung nudged your shoulder as he walked past you, giving the order he just wrote down to the cook. “Is it Yeosang? Did he do something?” You heard Soonyoung’s tone get sharper when he mentioned your ex. Pursing your lips, you slowly shook your head. Your friend’s shoulders dropped as his gaze softened, draping an arm over your shoulder. “C’mon, you can tell me, you know that.” 

With a deep sigh, you turned to Soonyoung, eyes anywhere but his. “I don’t know. Since that Yeosang incident a few days ago Seonghwa hasn’t called me or even opened the chat when I texted him a few days ago. I fucked up.” You let your head hang as you sighed again. 

Soonyoung’s hands fell onto your shoulders, making you look up at him. “Don’t say that,” he said sternly, slightly squeezing your shoulders. “None of this was your fault.” A soft chuckle left your lips as you hugged your friend, arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled you deeper into his embrace. A loud exhale left your lungs as you entered your apartment, letting the heavy bag on your shoulder slide down and hit the ground in a loud thud. Locking the door behind you, you walked into the living room, putting the plastic bag that had your dinner in it on the small coffee table. You sat down and grabbed the remote, switching multiple channels until one slightly caught your attention. While you were watching TV as you ate your food, most of your attention was on the food rather than the TV and the door. The door? You quickly turned the TV off and sat in silence, the bite you had in your mouth sitting there, unchewed, as you tried to listen to the door. Ring! You quickly swallowed the food, hitting against your chest as it refused to go down, and walked to the front door. Looking through the peep-hole you saw a very familiar face.

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Do you have any fic recommendations for any dystopian or outlaw ateez fics? I saw your recommendations for Woosan and i read them and they were so good!!

I don't know much fics from this au so I am adding 3 types related to it but here are the ones i have read and some I have collected from my moots:

Dystopian AU/ Outlaw AU/ Lore AU

Of course let me promote myself:

The Blue Bird - @starillusion13

Is this the end? - @starillusion13

And now the ones I have read and collected:

From the witness (Seonghwa) - @mymoodwriting

GRANT ME THE LIGHT 18+ ( Mingi) - @mingiswow

Lion Heart 18+ (Yeosang) - @mingiswow

Light it Up 18+ (Hongjoong & Seonghwa) - @cybrsan

Pirate King 18+ (Hongjoong) - @cybrsan

Outlaw Mini-series - @hongism

Day One: deepthroating 18+ (Wooyoung) - @sanjoongie

This world (Seonghwa) - @hwaightme

Feel Alive (Seonghwa) - @hwaightme

Until your lungs give out (Series) - @mint-yooxgi

Final Round 18+ (San) - @moanz111

Carnival of lies 18+ (San) - @kwanisms

New World (Mingi) - @a1sh1teruu

Nowhere left to run (San) - @justwritedreams

Past the breaking point (ot8) - @vickylamore

Outlaw! Jongho - @songmingisthighs

12:14 (San) - @songmingisthighs

Prompt 18+ (Jongho) - @ja3hwa

Light a flame (Wooyoung) - @sunlightwoo

1:09 AM (Jongho) - @mingtinys

THE GOAT (Hongjoong & Mingi) - @lilacmingi

The Boxing Ring (SAn & wooyoung) - @lilacmingi

The Hourglass (Wooyoung) - @lilacmingi

Outlaw Customs (Yunho & Jongho) - @lilacmingi

Streets of night city (Seonghwa & Yeosang) - @lilacmingi

OUTLAW (Series) (ot8) - @staytinyville

The weight of a promise(Yeosang)18+ - @anyamaris

Outlaw Mini-series - @jaehunnyy

[seonghwaddict]

ateez fic recs!

🧸 lilo’s notes! here is a collection of works that i loved and thought everyone should read! works marked with a bear emoji are some of my favs. i’ll be updating the list, of course. this list contains both sfw and nsfw content, minors please interact accordingly.

hongjoong

he’s kinda hot — @ohmyamor

“After a decent run with your boyfriend, you finally decide to end it when his paranoia becomes too much. Except, maybe he wasn’t crazy. And now you have demon who refuses to leave you alone.”

demon!hongjoong, fem!reader, fluff, slight angst, please see content warning before reading, suggestive

lilo’s notes! i absolutely love demon!atz aus and i can testify that this is definitely one of my favs. everything about this was absolutely fantastic and i may or may not revisit it every few weeks

you’re hongjoong’s bias — @jnginlov

“when you and your group go on idol radio to promote your latest comeback, you don’t anticipate one of the hosts to be completely enraptured by you”

idol au, fluff, gn!reader

lilo’s notes! listen… idol aus are usually not my cup of tea (though several fics on here prove that wrong), but this is absolutely one of the cutest things i’ve read.

seonghwa

new horizons — @fivestar-outlaw

“Attempting an all-nighter while playing Animal Crossing alongside your bias, you didn't expect your turnip prices to be such a high amount... nor did you expect Park Seonghwa to actually accept your offer to sell his turnips on your island.”

completed series, FLUFF, idol!hwa x nonidol!fem!reader, nsfw

lilo’s notes! EEEEEEE THIS FIC IS SO CUTEEEEEE

🧸 honest (but happy) accident — @ad0rechuu

uni student!hwa, gn!reader, fluff, slice of life

lilo’s notes! y’all are gonna get so sick of me cuz you’re gonna see multiple of zero’s fics on here. jokes aside, this is genuinely so fucking cute i was rolling around and giggling while reading it.

🧸 12:25 time of love — @jaehunnyy

kindergarten teacher!hwa, mom!reader, meet cute, fluff

lilo’s notes! imagining seonghwa in a job like that genuinely makes me so soft. whenever i’m in that Emotional mood i like to read this.

🧸 impressionism — @hwaightme

“a post-graduate student specialising in impressionism, you were a regular visitor to the many art galleries in the city. who knew that among the paintings you would encounter your favourite, timeless work of art?”

vampire!gallerist!hwa x art historian!gn!reader, fluff, soulmates

lilo’s notes! as an art history nerd, this fic is so beautiful especially when combined with a vampire au like AHHHH some of my fav things in one fic

yunho

early hours — @honeyhotteoks

“you run into him in the hallway of the hotel, it's late and you're exhausted from the concert, but he thinks you should grab a drink and you can't help but agree”

idol!yunho x nonidol!fem!reader, one night stand, nsfw, some fluff

lilo’s notes! HDJSJDJSJKF the way this had me glued to my phone and giggling should be studied.

🧸 principia and opticks — @bro-atz

“you're struggling with a specific class that's required for your major; but, luckily, your professor, professor jeong, has no problem helping you out outside of class” // “you and professor jeong yunho decided to continue your relationship secretly, only to almost get caught one day”

professor!yunho x student!reader (legal), nsfw, fluff

lilo’s notes! don’t judge me but i think professor x student (COLLEGE. LEGAL.) is such a good trope it’s always gonna have me running laps around my room.

bottle service — @bro-atz

“all yunho wants to do is fuck the bottle girl's brains out.”

big dick!yunho x small!afab!reader, nsfw

lilo’s notes! i have nothing to say for myself other than size kinks are hot. even more so when it’s related to yunho

christmas dinner — @a1sh1teruu

“it didn't just end with one dinner.”

ceo!yunho x secretary!fem!reader, fluff

lilo’s recs! THIS WAS WRITTEN FOR ME AGHHHHHHHH i love it so much i think about it at least once a week

🧸 summer nights — @honeyhotteoks

“he's your best friend and roommate, but during the heat of summer and the confinement of quarantine, you just can't seem to help yourselves.”

roommate!yunho, nsfw, fluff

lilo’s notes! i reread this yesterday and realised there’s a sequel. TRUST i will be devouring that as soon as i can

track 3: cyber sex — @highvern

whipped loser!yunho x camgirl!reader, nsfw

lilo’s notes! STOPPIJDIDJ yunho was so cute and shy in this i wanted to scream into a pillow

yeosang

🧸 lessons in intimacy — @honeyhotteoks

“you didn’t mean to actually meet the man who’s audio porn was single handedly getting you off every night, but you do”

camboy!yeo, nsfw, fluff

lilo’s notes! absolute perfection this was so sjsjjcjsjd i could feel myself slowly losing my mind

evolve — @nebulousbrainsoup

“more often than not, a life lived in Night City is carefully crafted, slotted firmly between preapproved lines—or it is if you value keeping it. whispers of freedom float just beyond the city's neon lights, and it's only through a chance encounter with the most unlikely of characters that you finally start to hear them.”

biker!yeosang x fem!reader, fluff, nsfw, some angst

lilo’s notes! despite it being 12k words i gobbled it up in a single sitting which is crazy tbh, it didn’t feel that long at all and i was so invested

san

🧸 prelude in e minor — @bro-atz

“your brain tells you to focus on your education, but your heart tells you to focus on professor choi”

professor!san, CELLIST!san, nsfw, angst

lilo’s notes! back at it with the professor aus yupppp y’all know me so well. i felt so many emotions while reading this i thought i was gonna go insane.

mingi

🧸 slowly, i’m going down — @yutasbellybuttonpiercing

“mingi hates studying, but what he hates way more than that is being perceived as stupid. what mingi loves on the other hand, are pretty people getting flustered about his voice or mingi shows you exactly what he hates and loves.”

college au, tutor!reader, nsfw

lilo’s notes! not only was this written so well, but it was so fucking entertaining. mingi is just so silly in this i love it.

angel eyes — @binniesbang

“Yunho teases Mingi when he trips over his words infront of a girl, he needs a little loving to make it better:((“

coffee shop au, fluff, comfort

lilo’s notes! AHHHHHHHH sobbing crying screaming this was so cute and soft i love this mingi

🧸 untitled — @teasteeper

“kissing practice with your best friend mingi”

best friend!mingj x fem!reader, nsfw

lilo’s notes! GRRRSGHDJDJD OH MY GOD mingi you ain’t slick at all- anyways, my turn when?

wooyoung

ribbon — @wooyoungmybelovedhusband

“You just love Wooyoung's dick, and maybe you wanted to make it look pretty like it truly is.”

daddy!wooyoung, nsfw

lilo’s notes! they be fucking but somehow it’s so??? cute?? really enjoyed this one 10/10

spiderman! — @cherrysoojins

“being spider-man comes with a lot advantages, but those advantages can have their disadvantages. like jung wooyoung not being able to show up to study groups to be able to see the girl he’s crushing on big-time.”

spiderman!wooyoung, smau + written, fluff, angst, crack. ongoing(?) series, last updated: july 7th, 2023

lilo’s notes! this was actually such a cute and fun fic and i really wished there were more chapters :c

backstage rockin’ — @a1sh1teruu

“after a late night of practice with the band, and with you lounging in the background. when his friends finally left, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself any longer.”

bandmate!wooyoung, nsfw

lilo’s notes! i think this was THE fic that awakened my love for bassists, that’s how good it was. zerda’s writing always has me giggling

jung wooyoung’s superpower — @ad0rechuu

best friend!wooyoung, fluff fluff fluff

lilo’s notes! ik i’ve probably said this a lot but this is ACTUALLY one of the cutest fics i’ve ever read i adore it so much

🧸 i’m just bein’ curious — @teeskz

“in which your friend wooyoung invites you over for a movie night”

pervy best friend!woooyung, nsfw

lilo’s notes! it’s short but if i said this didnt awaken something in me, i’d be lying. i reread it this morning and that’s what made me start this rec list

jongho

🧸 adorable — @i-luvsang

frenemy!jongho, gn!reader one bed trope, fluff, comedy

lilo’s notes! AHHHHH I LOVE RIA’S WRITING SO SO SO MUCH fluff by ria is genuinely so djdjdjsjd it’s got me giggling

untitled — @nateezfics

nsfw, fluff

lilo’s notes! i’m sorry but idc if they’re going at it, it’s so cute and soft?? they’re just so silly

multi

🧸 milky way — @ad0rechuu

“It’s not everyday that your friends childhood friend turns out to be the girl that you literally have a fan account for, but for Seonghwa, San and Mingi it’s become a reality. being able to get close to your bias is great! even if she does have a raging crush on someone else…”

fanboys!hwasangi x idol!reader, smau + written, fluff, angst, suggestive, slow burn. completed series, 60 chapters + 3 different endings

lilo’s notes! i will never not be grateful that this series exists. it’s funny, cute, and angsty and i absolutely love it with my whole heart. i think it’s one of the first fics i read on tumblr, so it’s really special to me + i think this was part of the reason i got close to my lovely zero

🧸 blurred lines and lies — @yuyusuyu

the synopsis is really long

best friend!yeosang x fem!reader x best friend!jongho, love triangle, romance, slice of life, angst. completed series, 10 chapters + 2 different endings

lilo’s notes! words cannot describe how i felt reading this but i think it’s comparable to going through every stage of grief possible plus more. genuinely, one of the best fics i’ve ever read

strawberry mocha — @pirateprincessblog

“your favorite café has a new barista, and he seems oddly familiar, especially when you see his hands move when he prepares your favourite beverage”

barista!camboy!wooyoung x fem!reader, ft yunho, nsfw, angst

lilo’s notes! my thought process while reading was a cycle of “oh my god” and “what the fuck�� in the BEST way possible. the writing is so good i wanted to reach through the screen a smack some characters, and hug some others

clair de lune — @atzfilm

“you’ve finally gotten the chance to enter “clair de lune”, a infamous night club to see the band hiraeth. but why did you feel like their eyes only watched you?”

yandere!ot8 x fem!reader, angst, fluff, nsfw. completed series, 8 chapters.

lilo’s notes! so iconic. if you haven’t read this, you better and that’s a threat.

murphy’s law — @atzfilm

“according to murphy’s law, everything that can go wrong will go wrong. Black holes circle each other until they collide and merge, a cataclysm so fierce, sends ripples soaring through the fabric, crossing thousands of kilometers within a fraction of a second, leaving behind a wave on the space-time continuum. That’s the simplest way you can describe meeting him. And yet, even that is an understatement.”

alien!ot8, multi x fem!reader (not ot8), soulmate au, fluff, angst, nsfw, check other warnings. completed series, 5 chapters.

lilo’s notes! another iconic fic by an iconic writer, we love to see it

mists of celeste — @hongism

“Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you.”

space pirate!ateez, multiple pairings, angst, fluff, nsfw, check other warnings. ongoing series, 49 chapters + additional content

lilo’s notes! i’m pretty sure everyone on tumblr who reads atz fics has seen this one at some point and it definitely deserves its hype. this is probably one of the best, well thought-out fics i’ve ever read and i believe it can definitely be considered better than many published books

🧸 hotel california and paradise gardens — @mint-yooxgi

“You can check out any time you’d like, but you can never leave.” // “Eternity means nothing if I don’t have you.”

yandere!demon!ot8 x fem!reader, horror, fluff, angst, nsfw, check other warnings. complete fic, 42 chapters combined

lilo’s notes! yeah i reread this every few months and i’m not ashamed to admit i’m obsessed with it.

outlaw miniseries — @hongism

individual parts for each member/unit, nsfw with a side of fluff and angst. ongoing series, 4/6 chapters

lilo’s notes! hi no i won’t shut up about hongism i think ive read everything she’s published and if i didn’t want to make this list diverse i would’ve just put a link to her masterlist and called it a day. seriously, highly recommended. my fav on this is the 2ho one.

from storm to sunrise — @ad0rechuu

“you and your boyfriend yunho wake up to find your other boyfriend mingi no where to be found”

fem!reader x bfs!yuyu and mingi, fluff, mild angst

lilo’s notes! zero try not to write something i’ll fall in love challenge, go! oh no you already failed because everything by user ad0rechuu is a masterpiece

🧸 hooked — @songmingisthighs

“A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your ‘relationship’ led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you?”

ot8 x fem!reader, smau + written, college au, fluff, crack, nsfw. completed series, 91 chapters

lilo’s notes! this is also one of the first fics i read on tumblr!! it’s definitely one of my all-time favs and it’s just such a fun read

🧸 unconventional first encounters with ateez — @bluehwale

ot8 headcanon, fluff, humour

lilo’s notes! i also reread this occasionally, the humour tag really is accurate

hongwooho — @yourfatherlucifer

idols!hongjoong, wooyoung, jongho x fem!reader, nsfw

lilo’s notes! the first time i read this (and all the times after that) i was giggling and rolling around on my bed. this kind if scenario is something i’d LOVE LOVE LOVE to see more of

sway with me — @luvt0kki

“former noble turned space pirate, wooyoung was now part of one of the most revered and hunted group of pirates of the galaxy. sure he’s only known them for six months but there’s only so much you could do in a ship when you travel from one planet to the next. the ship was their home, his home… and the members of this crew were friends that he felt he was fated to meet. // but he hasn’t met one person of the crew… and he didn’t know that.”

ot8 x fem!reader, space pirate au, nsfw, fluff. ongoing series, 5/?? chapters + 1 interlude

lilo’s notes! i gobbled the posted chapters up in a single sitting and it was honestly sososo good 10/10 recommend. i can definitely see this being added to my favs as soon as it’s done!

🧸 ¡arriba! — @teeskz

“being a bookworm, you’re used to your regular schedule of simply studying, eating, oh, and the occasional sleeping. it isn’t until one night, you find yourself at the wrong place at the wrong time, and soon get swept up in one of the craziest games you’ve ever heard. in hindsight, maybe you should’ve declined. but it was only supposed to last for one night. one, dirty night.”

hongjoong, yunho, san, mingi, wooyoung x fem!reader, college au, nsfw, part of a series (“T!TS UP”)

lilo’s notes! NO YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND I WAS GAGGEDDDDDD the way i had to pause multiple times to cool off while reading this it was so hot and something i didn’t know i needed in my life until i found it

[ad0rechuu]

۪ ᝰ ۫ MY OH MY ୨୧

based on my oh my by girls' generation

SYNOPSIS. ━━━━━ Yn finds out that her whole relationship has been a bet. To get over her heartache her best friend Sunwoo convinces her to take revenge.

How you might ask? By breaking the culprits heart right back of course!

10jun23 | st. 31/12/23 ━ fn. 01/07/24

pairing. ━━━━━ Best Friend! Kim Sunwoo x Fem! reader (x Choi Yeonjun)

featuring. ━━━━━ the boyz members, kim chaewon, txt members + mentions of other idols

genre. ━━━━━ smau + written: humor/crack / fluff / angst / suggestive / childhood friends to lovers / college au / revenge relationship / relationship based on bet / slight slow burn

warnings. ━━━━━ timestamps/sm numbers/hair colors mean nothing, sexism/slutshaming, crude humor (kys jokes), mentions of & illusions to of food/sex/drugs/alcohol/cheating/mental illness, use of pictures of yn but only for reference, yn is a sone (snsd fan). more thorough warnings in the actual chapters, please let me know if missed something. this story doesn’t describe the idols in real life and is written with a dark skinned poc in mind!

notes. ━━━━━ the taglist is open, send an ask to be added. spam likes are fine but consider reblogging with comments of ur thoughts (not only on my work but on other authors work too! credits to the rightful owners of all the graphics. i’m not a native english speaker! and thank you to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <3

( please give this story lots of love & check out my masterlist )

PROFILES. ━━━━━ SONES INCORPORATED ᜊ DA HOMIEZ ᜊ MORE COOL KIDS ᜊ THE PLAYLIST

STEP 1. GET OVER HIM ›

ᝰ CH 000. prologue: THE NEXT BET

ᝰ CH 001. I H8 MEN

ᝰ CH 002. DON’T BREAK UP WITH THAT LOSER

ᝰ CH 003. THE PLAN

ᝰ CH 004. WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

ᝰ CH 005. *INSERT EVIL LAUGHTER*

ᝰ CH 006. ANNOYING BRAT FOR SALE

ᝰ CH 007. DON'T WORRY YOUR PRETTY BIG HEAD

ᝰ CH 008. NOT OVER HIM

ᝰ CH 009. CLASSIC SUNWOO-YN-BFF-DATE

ᝰ CH 010. THE NERVE AND THE AUDACITY

STEP 2. MAKE HIM FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU ›

ᝰ CH 011. STEP UP MY GAME

ᝰ CH 012. SASSY CAT EMOJI

ᝰ CH 013. A NIGHT ON THE TOWN W/ YN & WOO

ᝰ CH 014. GOOD NIGHT

ᝰ CH 015. HOBBIES FOR SUNWOO

ᝰ CH 016. GRAND DISCOVERY (YN HAS AN IDEA)

ᝰ CH 017. JUNS UNAPPROACHABLE AND COLD GF

ᝰ CH 018. HANGING OUT WITH MY BFS FRIENDS

ᝰ CH 019. BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF

ᝰ CH 020. DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME

STEP 3. BREAK HIS HEART ›

ᝰ CH 021. CODE ORANGE

ᝰ CH 022. I FUCKED UP

��� CH 023. HITCH IN THE ROAD

ᝰ CH 024. CONSIDER AND MAKE SURE

ᝰ CH 025. WHAT MAKES THE HEART GROW WHAT?

ᝰ CH 026. BALLOON FLOWERS

ᝰ CH 027. REJECTION + ANEURYSM = WENT WELL

ᝰ CH 028. MAKEUP

ᝰ CH 029. BALLOON FLOWERS VERSUS ROSES

ᝰ CH 030. MINE (HIS)

ᝰ CH 00I. epilogue: A PEAK IN SUNYN’S LOVE

ᝰ CH 0II. ASK THEM ANYTHING EVENT

ᝰ AFTER WORD

special thanks (& follow these awesome ppl). ━━━━━ to @yuyusuyu @kodzumo @tocupid @leo-seonghwa @seonghwaddict @felixsramen : i have to give you six an extra special thanks because you all motivated and supported me so much while i was stressing and being annoying, just so you know guys are my motivation! (the other message is also to you all ofc)

and to @yunstarz @nyukyujs @rieuvie @thelargefrye @i-luvsang @cybrsan @gyumibear @pocketjoong @jaehunnyy @nebulousbrainsoup @justhere4kpop @xpixie @atinycafe @brrrkdslek @phantom-webber @a1sh1teruu @starryunho @aestheticsluut @end0rchans @yourfatherlucifer @alixnsuperstxr @girls4cheol @cheollipop @mintgki @aoi-turtle @renstears @42e15 @alixnsuperstxr @mrowwww @hwaightme @paradiqms @starrysvn @tubatu-wari-wari @kitten4sannie @chokchokk @hee0soo @joong-of-gold @armysantiny @evilsailorsenshi @mundayoonimnida @aapplepii @juhakutie : first of all i don’t expect you to read or interact with this fic, you might not even stan the boyz or like this sorta thing but i tagged you all because of one reason and one reason only; to tell you that you all make tumblr such a lovely and inspirational place for me, whenever i see ur accs it brightens my day because i know what great ppl are behind them, i just wanted to say that i think that you are amazing and i want to use this post to thank you! happy new years and i love you everyone (and you who’s reading this)

my oh my © ad0rechuu, 2023. do not copy/repost.

[onlyseokmins]

bereal • k.m.g.

Pairing: kim mingyu x fem!reader Genres: smut (minors dni!), established relationship!au, taking pics during sex!au Warnings: reader uses she/her pronouns and is referred to as a girl, consensual pictures during sex that are shared to friends lol, swearing, degradation, objectification (tiny), a lot of oral (m. receiving), rope play (reader is tied up), marking, tiny use of toys, teasing, edging (m. &f. receiving), prolly oral fixation tbh, mentions of fingering (f. receiving), mentions of overstim, me thinking I'm funny again as usual, and like "you better cum fast" kinda thing fjkdsj um pls lmk if i missed smth WC: 2.5k A/N: helloooo I had no idea what BeReal was so this was a bit of an experience 😬 would just like to thank @/princessbetsy123-blog for their patience and understanding, I hope I did well haha also omg tumblr user onlyseokmins is writing non-sub gyu? show-stopping (derogatory) also huge thank you to @a1sh1teruu for the mingyu pic! ❤️ @princessbetsy123-blog asked: can you do any member where his BEREAL goes off during sex and their friends react? The reader has hickies all over her chest and neck and is tied up?

Ding!

⚠️ Time to BeReal. ⚠️

• 2 min left to capture a BeReal and see what your friends are up to! •

"Would you look at that, baby? What perfect timing, d'ya wanna show everyone how pretty you look?"

Your butt rests gingerly against the back of your ankles, wrists bound together behind your back. The soft ropes limiting your arm movements match the ones winding across your body that Mingyu spent over half of the afternoon tying, untying, and tying again with his large-ass fingers until he was satisfied after reading detailed instructions from Minghao.

Finally able to perfect the multi-colored knots and ties that looked absolutely lecherous yet stunning across your naked body, rubbing and squeezing all the right places. It doesn't matter whether you remain still like the obedient slut you are or wriggle and writhe in anticipation of what the man's going to do next to thrillingly torture you, you felt their restriction.

"Yeah, Gyu."

"The prettiest," he murmurs, thumb slipping under the ropes that accentuate your breasts. Your posture is helpfully corrected and uplifts your chest in a flattering manner so he can nip and suck as he likes without you wiggling away.

You mewl at the binds tightening, arching your back as much as you can while he traces patterns connected by the harsh love bites you can feel littered across your skin that he'd left earlier. 

Your body aches pleasantly all over. Having been edged for hours by now, it was well into the evening after a combination of intense, loving foreplay and the still-buzzing vibrator abandoned on the bed sheets from the distracting notification chime of his phone instead. You lean into his tickling touch as it slides up your neck, following more bites that scream "Mine!" all over.

"Mine," he confirms aloud with a whisper. "Will you let me show them how true that fact is?"

"Only… only if you let me cum." 

Your eyes close as he holds your cheek tenderly and aims the phone's camera lens. A sheen of arousal sticks to your thighs and no doubt ruined the ties around them with how much of a mess he's created out of you.

"Of course, love. I'd be an incompetent fool if I didn't and couldn't make such a pretty thing like you cum at least once."

He should've thought of that earlier, is what you want to snark back but you're too desperate to give him any attitude for his blabberings. He would never deny you anything for too long anyways.

Though you take the opportunity to bite lightly on the knuckle of the finger that somehow pushes past your lips, grazing your upper teeth down until right before his nail bed begins, opting to suckle at the tip instead. Swirling it around languidly and sloppily, saliva coating every inch of his finger to soothe the stinging indentation marks you feel out with your tongue.

"Dirty girl."

"Mhm, but I'm your dirty girl."

"Damn right you are."

He knows what you're playing at, what you're trying to prove. The vixen-like gleam behind those fluttering eyelashes as you dare to smirk — releasing his finger with a sickening pop that his cock wishes was it instead.

But he manages to hold back, intent on finishing his own little game before he fucks you stupid so you can't continue to tease him like this.

"One minute left. What position do you think would look best? There are too many to decide from."

Ever the photographer, Mingyu groans because he's utterly turned on (and continues to lose his mind over how good you look) but also due to frustration (again, over how perfect you are from every angle) for you as his muse sources an ever-flowing spring of inspiration. A blessing and a curse.

He's moving back and forth across the mattress, unintentionally jostling your tied-up form with his large body. You dumbly choke out "dick" when he nearly falls into you with the usual Mingyu-clumsiness you know and love. Luckily he possesses the brain cell at the moment to connect the dots between his covered crotch nearly shoved right into your face versus you actually insulting him.

"Baby wants my dick?"

You nod fervently, wishing you could reach your hands out and grab it. Instead, you opt to open your mouth as wide as you've memorized the impressive width of his cock, tongue lolling out as well for the heavy weight of it.

Mingyu full on moans — loudly — at your frenzied eagerness. Watching hungrily as your lower body shifts and your thighs squeeze together, skin straining against the tightened constraints of the rope. Evidence of how much you want him shows all of your body. From your lidded gaze to your puffy, neglected clit he can just imagine prettily between your legs — and it makes his chest swell in pride. 

He's quick to shed his boxers and absolutely cannot resist a little love slap to your cheek with his throbbing, aching dick. Smugly painting your cheek with a shiny smear of precum and tapping your awaiting tongue teasingly, not letting your lips wrap around him. 

Yet.

The timer is set and so is Mingyu's mind.

But yours is as well.

"Damn it, thirty seconds and I can't decide what's best."

You watch in mild irritation at the way he holds his dick with a frown of renewed concentration, bringing it in and out of the frame of his phone lenses. It's like he's teasing you again but this time not on purpose, the leaking head of his cock bobbing closer and then away from you. 

While you normally admire his talents at getting perfect, incredible shots on the first take, the purpose of BeReal was authentic pictures within the randomly selected global, two-minute time slot. Mingyu's pride was always on the line for some reason (probably a stupid bet between the boys). Only one snapshot and never a second late but at this point, all you cared about and wanted was some action. 

You're aware of how turned on he already is, watching the occasional veined palm rubbing against the growing bulge in his boxers. Stroking at it in the same motions as the vibrator he'd teased you with. A new set-up like this excited him (and you), evident by the dark wet stain where the tip of his cock strains against the fabric of his underwear. 

So, when he draws closer again, you lunge forward almost losing your balance but that just works to your advantage as you practically swallow and then choke around his goshdarn dick. Incredibly adept from tons and tons of practice, size training, and testing with his large package pays off, working to your advantage without an insane amount of prep work.

Mingyu lets out a hiss, a crazed look of insanity mixed with lust, affection, and wonder swimming in his narrowed eyes. He runs his hands through the sweaty black bangs strewn across his forehead, meeting your pleading tear-filled gaze with a huff.

"What, does my baby think she can make me cum quick enough?"

You answer him with your actions, rather than wasting words because your mouth is stuffed full of cock anyways. Though it doesn't stop the filthy gags as you take him boldly down the throat, bobbing and nodding your head in what end up looking like successive 'yes' motions, intent on pushing him over that edge. 

"Yeah, just like the pretty whore she is."

And as Mingyu's pretty little whore, you know exactly what makes him tick — or cum, for that matter. 

Stilling your head and swallowing around him several times before you have to back off for air. Not leaving him unattended for too long, you start nuzzling the underside of his cock as you catch your breath. Licking between his balls and mouthing each one with some special attention to make up for the lacking use of your hands. Following the prominent vein that leads all the way up to his swollen tip, collecting salty excesses of precum with a promised swirl of your tongue.

Rinse and repeat.

You make a point to meet his gaze every time his eyes flutter open with the most babygirlism look you can attempt with a cock in your mouth. Not that it's too difficult to achieve with how much you want him to give into you. 

"Desperate little slut, you want me to feed you my cum, don'tcha?"

Despite his words, Mingyu's already shaking after only three smooth rounds of your perfect little mouth routine. Teasing, tiny variations and switch-ups to keep him guessing with that one brain cell that's deteriorating. His resolve, especially when it comes to you, is terribly weak and crumbling by the nanosecond. It doesn't matter how defined his six-pack is as it ripples with each shuddering intake of air he breathes in or those toned arms that twitch, bulging and flexing as he tries not to break the phone in one hand or rip out strands of hair with the other. 

Even his thighs are trembling like a newborn lamb. Oh, how you wish you could place your hands against them but watching the muscles ripple in front of your eyes is rewarding enough. Although, your neglected pussy aches and you can't help but lightly grind against the back of your own shins searching for some semblance of relief.

And when he takes notice of what you're doing, that alone is enough to tip Mingyu over the edge. You know it before he does.

"Gonna… god, gonna give it to you, pretty baby. Fill up that dirty mouth of yours."

The low and guttural moan of pleasure turns into a pathetic whine full of frustration because you completely abandon his cock. Leaning back and away, you watch with thirstful glee at the way it bobs up and down, a shining mess from precum and your spit. 

But little spurts of white pool out of his tip, a painfully slow and almost stilted release because of the sudden departure of your warm mouth. He growls your name and swears when all you do is lick your lips with a smirk like a cat that was asked if it ate the missing canary.

"Revenge," you manage to croak out with a sore throat.

"Revenge, my ass."

Mingyu can't complain all that much given what tortures he'd put you through earlier but that doesn't hide the cute little frowning pout on his handsome face. He has enough wherewithal to re-aim his phone with his thumb poised over the shutter-release button. Predicting what you want as you lean in once more, tongue hanging back out as you bat your eyelashes up at the camera and incidentally — at him.

He can't help but curse you out a bit like you always do at him when the situation was switched. Muttering the filthiest, most derogatory rambles that have the empty walls of your cunt fluttering as he furiously rubs his aching cock with a large hand that barely diminishes either's size.

Finally, the successive ropes of white you've been waiting for spurt out, painting your face and landing on your tongue just as you like it. And you grin salaciously at the click of the lenses capturing the depraved image. Not just of you tied up on your knees, hands behind your back, lips swollen, and pretty face covered in splatters of white but the front camera catches Mingyu — albeit, pretty blurrily — throwing his head back and biting his lip as he cums.

And within seconds of the timer running out, he presses 'post'. Tossing the phone on the bed and pushing you down, the side of your body hits the bouncy mattress at the same time the inanimate object does. Mingyu easily loosens the ties and knots with a surprising amount of vigor despite his harsh panting, a wild look in his eyes. The vibrator that's still buzzing is increased one intensity level and you shudder in anticipation.

"You were saying something about revenge?" he questions with snark, lifting your thigh with his free hand, the toy coming closer to your dripping center — far away enough that it's not even close to touching you and yet you can still feel the powerful vibrations at a distance buzzing through the airwaves. "Where's that cute confidence now? Just opening your legs like the desperate whore you always are, hm?"

He spends the rest of his time working you consistently up to that precipice before dropping you like an elevator without its wires, unable to crash over that peak of pleasure. As if he hadn't done it earlier.

Again and again, with his fingers and that stupid vibrator until his cock has sprung back to life (in reality, isn't too long and yet it feels like forever). And then you're screaming, creaming, squirting, crying, and cumming over and over. Making a complete mess as he pounds your poor weeping pussy until you nearly black out, the both of you ignoring (or not even noticing) the hundreds of notifications lighting up Mingyu's phone.

*the8thwonder used RealMoji, :hao_disgusted:*

cherrycheol: well damn wish i could take back the time i just spent wondering what was keeping him from being the first to post 🤦

> gam3rbo1: u know gyu will do it w/o fail

> joshuahhhhhh: leave it to him to not miss a moment no matter what he's up to 🥴

*tangerineboos used RealMoji, :mingyu_is_loser:*

tangerineboos: can i report them??

> tangerineboos: their account IS private right?

> jeonghangel: why report she's pretty 🥵💦

> jeonghangel: altho i'd prefer NOT to see gyu's nutting face

> jeonghangel: THAT'S reportable 😒

> gam3rbo1: gyu might hit u jeonghan

> jeonghangel: 🤷 im into that

> tangerineboos: 🤢🤕 i'd prefer not to see at all 

> black3y3: i could help u w/that 👍

> black3y3: isn't that how his gf's acct got banned 

> dinostar: yes i reported her bc i thought her acct got hacked

> dinostar: turns out they just wanted to share their porn but forgot they were public 😃

*w00z1 used RealMoji, :jihoon_disapproves_15:*

realtiger: i thought pussies were banned

> junhehe: technically no pussy is seen

> realtiger: 🧐 SORRY i wasn't looking that close 

> tangerineboos: does hoshi even know where or what the pussy is 😂🫵

> realtiger: yeah man there's 1 in wonwoo's moment as usual 🙄💀

> gam3rbo1: pls don't bring matilda into this her fur is too shiny for ur greasiness

> junhehe: 🫰 matilda deserves the world 

> gam3rbo1: dni if ur not a matilda stan or jun ❌

> tangerineboos: yeah geez hoshi if miss tilda is a pussy wouldn't that make you one too 🤡🫵

> gam3rbo1: 🤨 i just said dni

> realtiger: lies and false slander i'm a tiger

> tangeringeboos: 🥊exactly. ur a pussy lolol

> realtiger: brb gonna go fight boo 👊

cherrycheol: ^ they won't be missed

> gam3rbo1: ditto

> joshuahhhhhh: at least seok hasn't posted or my eardrums would be bleeding

> dk21897: ummmmmmmmmmmmmm

> gam3rbo1: ope

> jeonghangel: speak of the devil and he shall appear

> joshuahhhhhh: 😮‍💨 no somehow the pizza he quick ubered just arrived

> dk21897: 😭😭😭😭😭😭 it was late so I had to wait!

> junhehe: isn't bereal supposed to be authentic??????????????????

 > dk21897: why are you judging me when gyu is tying up his gf

 > dk21897: shoot i can't @ her acct

 > dk21897: BLINK TWICE IF U NEED HELP

> joshuahhhhhh: these noise canceling earbuds work wonders 10/10 rec

> jeonghangel: im sure she's just fine 🥴

 > dk21897: TMI

> jeonghangel: 🤷 u asked

By the time the boys have worked out their back-and-forth commentaries, you're laying in Mingyu's arms as he scrolls, occasionally showing you what they've said. Half-asleep, you snort, "Should we thank Hao for the help?"

"I mean we could, but he'll deny it all."

He does, of course, since it's a public announcement — and criticizes how Mingyu had tied the knots from what he can see. But he kindly sends a new resource PDF the next day, a sarcastic warning attached to keep such things private if the two of you don't want to be judged on your technique.

onlyseokmins: March 2023 ©

[thelargefrye]

💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌

thank you 🫶🫶🫶

[bluehwale]

SYMPHONU NO 9 HAD ME THROWING MY PHONE ISTFG

FRRRRR N WHEN IT GETS TO JONGHO’S PART BEFORE THE PRE CHORUS…. I START SAYING MY GOODBYES

[pocketjoong]

❥𓂃𓏧PRECIOUS

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS) As a nature witch, you always wanted your own familiar ever since you were a kid, however, fate seemed to have different plans for you.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING) cat boy!hongjoong x fem!reader

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS) Hongjoong is a cat. mentions of food and drinking. a little bit of violence. mentions of getting injured. questionable editing. lmk if I am missing something

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT) 8.9k

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (NOTES) My entry for the stuck in summer collab hosted by @a1sh1teruu. This was mainly inspired by cat boy!hwa fic written by @hwaightme! I always enjoy feedback, reviews, and asks so don't hesitate to comment/send an ask!

Humming to yourself, you lock the door to your quaint little cottage nestled in the heart of the woods. Your basket, which is brimming with aromatic herbs and meticulously crafted potions, dangles from your arm as you set toward the nearby town. There’s a spring in your step that reflects the life thriving in the flora around you. As a nature witch, you prefer to live in your element; hence, your chosen abode rests at the forest’s edge, a mere mile from the bustling town you call home.

This distance necessitates a journey by foot, a mile-long expedition riddled with untamed trails and serpentine streams. The unpaved path is untouched by humanity, offering no comfort of a well-trodden road, but in its midst—intertwined with the symphony of rustling leaves, bubbling brooks, and the whispered secrets of the trees—you feel at home.

As you amble past the outskirts of the town, a voice pierces through the tranquil air of the early morning. You falter at the unexpected call of your name and gaze past a waist-high fence to witness Miyeon—the daughter of a fellow witch and cherished friend—hurrying down her front yard with a bundle of fur resting in her arms.

“Y/N! Look! I found my very own familiar,” she says, words brimming with pride and joy. 

Your smile broadens as you congratulate her on her newfound magical connection. As you fuss over the young girl, your friend arrives, scolding her daughter for leaving her breakfast unfinished on the table. After exchanging cordial greetings and a gossip-laden exchange, you bid them adieu, recommencing your journey to Wooyoung’s shop.

As you leave behind the jovial mother-daughter duo, your once-beaming smile begins to wane, usurped by the pang in your chest. The yearning for a familiar casts a shadow upon your heart. Your dreams and visions of such a bond had been nurtured by tales of your parents’ harmonious connection with their own familiars and a childhood fantasy that stemmed from watching and re-watching Kiki’s Delivery Service. Usually, you can easily ward off these dark thoughts, allowing them to be no more than a passing whisper. But today, the loneliness of being a witch without a familiar resurfaces with a melancholic tenacity that defies dismissal.

“Why the long face?” 

Your response to the unexpected voice is a startled screech before you realise that it’s only Wooyoung who is standing at the window of his shop. The playful curve of his lips and the fond glint in his eyes prompt you to mutter a curse under your breath—more in playful annoyance than actual resentment.

You met Jung Wooyoung right after you found yourself in Alusia when you were a bright-eyed young witch, fresh out of the academy. He owned an antique shop inherited from his grandparents and was new in the town too, having arrived only a week prior. In his willingness to find a friend, Wooyoung offered you shelter under his roof when you needed it most—a gesture that solidified the foundations of an unbreakable friendship. Soon, the two of you converted the antique shop into an apothecary—a venture carved from your joint dreams and driven by your unique talents. Wooyoung, with his inherent charm (or, as your mutual friend San teasingly referred to it as Wooyoung being a loudmouth), engaged with clients while you prepared the elixirs and potions that graced the shop’s shelves.

“You are such a menace, Woo,” you tease, rolling your eyes playfully in mock exasperation as you step into the shop, extending the basket to him. He lifts the lid carefully to reveal its contents, his enthusiasm palpable as he thoroughly inspects your offerings. “You are an angel, you know that?! I was running low on most of these and—oh?” In a burst of affection, he engulfs you in an unexpected hug, “You've finished Mrs Kim's potion already? You truly are a wonder, Y/N.”

By the time you step out of the shop to return home, it’s past noon, and the sun is high in the sky, casting a glow that makes you squint against its brilliance. But you smile despite the temporary discomfort because the warmth of the summer sun serves as a reminder of your cherished garden. The thought of the flourishing herbs and thriving plants in your backyard makes you smile.

Skipping lightly across the worn, flat stones that act as a bridge over the clear stream, you revel in the prospect of returning home after an exhausting week. The last few days were a flurry of ceaseless activity—the sheer number of concoctions to prepare left you without a moment to catch your breath. So, the mere idea of spending the rest of the day simply resting without worrying about tasks and obligations sounds heavenly. With each step that leads you closer to your home, a sense of serenity unfurls within you, anticipation blossoming like the flowers that line both sides of your path.

On your way, you come across another stream, its gurgling rhythm a soothing undercurrent to your thoughts. Just as you approach it, however, a soft rustling pierces the air, causing you to halt in your tracks. Your brows furrow and your gaze sweeps the landscape for the source of the sound. Nothing seems amiss, yet the sight of a fawn preoccupied with a hidden something beneath the swaying grass causes you to move closer.

A gasp, involuntary and hushed, escapes your lips as your eyes land on a jet-black cat, its form huddled against the earth, a stark contrast against the vibrant backdrop of nature. However, it’s not the feline’s presence that startles you, but its pitiable state. Laboured breaths escape the creature, and the emerald blades beneath it are smeared in crimson blood. Without much thought, you scoop the injured feline into your arms. Careful of its wounds, you break into a brisk pace, your heart beating in tandem with your desperate urgency.

Foregoing the cottage, you bring the cat to the outhouse that doubles as your workspace. There, you tenderly set it upon a generously sized cushion at the far table. Despite the anxiety riddling your thoughts, your hands are steady as you collect the required ingredients to heal him. Gratitude unfurls within you for the foresight that ensured your own provisions remained well-stocked, even as you had taken most of the supplies to the apothecary.

Once you’re armed with everything you will need, you fuss over the wounded feline. As you carefully begin healing the cat, a whispered prayer escapes your lips—an offering of gratitude to the nature spirits that guided you to the cat for if you had been even a few minutes late, he would not have survived whatever ordeal had led to his pitiful condition. As you work, the sun dips beneath the horizon, casting hues of purple and orange in the sky. The cat’s exhausted form eventually surrenders to peaceful slumber, and though relieved, you still find yourself unable to depart for the comforts of your cottage.

Fetching the futon that you use when the making of a potion demands vigilant oversight, you nestle into its warmth. From the glass ceiling, you smile at the star-strewn sky that arches above you. Like this, under the watchful gaze of the constellations, you fall asleep, unknowing that your life is now intertwined with the cat’s own.

Your eyes flutter open to the soft morning sunlight piercing through the windows of the outhouse and your gaze shifts to the feline. You smile as you see the cat is doing better and leave the cat to its peaceful slumber to fix up a quick breakfast for yourself, only returning with a list of potions you must deliver to the shop the following week.

You put your phone onto your desk and begin your work, enveloped in a symphony of tranquil melodies that mirror the serenity of the forest that lies merely a few paces from where you stand. As you are immersed in your craft, the sun reaches its zenith, casting its warmth upon your workspace. As you work, a subtle shift draws your attention—a faint movement that you catch in the corner of your vision.

Turning to the source of movement, your eyes settle upon the cat, the creature finally stirring from its slumber. Wariness born from a shared unfamiliarity—yours with its nature, and its with yours—causes you to stay where you are. You wait with bated breath as the little guy brings his paws to his eyes to rub them, followed by a languid stretch. A yowl of discomfort leaves him, echoing through the space, and you can’t help but inhale sharply at his distress; he probably hears it because the very next moment, he’s on his paws and hissing at you.

You observe him with a mixture of understanding and patience, knowing that such a response comes from the fear and uncertainty of finding oneself in unfamiliar surroundings. You raise both your hands to show that you mean no harm. 

“Hey, it's okay,” your voice flows with reassurance, carrying with it an aura of compassion that you hope the cat can sense. “You're safe here, I promise. Please, just… rest some more. Moving might cause more harm than good right now, and it took me a while to treat those wounds of yours.”

The cat’s eyes narrow in distrust as his eyes rake over your form. Eventually, however, his cautious resolve gives way, and with a subdued huff, he eases back onto the cushion. You can tell that he is still wary of your presence, so you return to your task.

Stirring the potion, you softly break the silence. “You know, you’ve been out for almost a day. I was growing rather concerned, to be honest.” The cat tilts its head subtly, almost as if he’s curious, so you continue your train of thought. “Your injuries were quite severe. It’s a relief to see you awake.”

As the hours tick by, you remain absorbed in your work. Bottles and vials are filled with elixirs and put into another basket, each labelled with care and precision. While you work, you can feel the cat’s watchful gaze upon you. Once your tasks are completed, you shift your attention to your companion, who is now fast asleep. The feline, who was so cautious of you merely hours ago, now embodies a tranquillity that makes your lips quirk up at the corners. As you tidy your workspace, your heart brims with warmth, and once done, you begin preparations for lunch in your cottage.

The golden rays of the sun filter through your kitchen windows, illuminating your countertop as you cook a simple yet hearty lunch. You walk out of the kitchen, wanting to awaken the cat to give him some food, but as you enter the living room, a curious sight awaits your gaze. The cat is seated in front of the coffee table, blinking at you lazily. At his curious behaviour, your magic reaches out gently, a fleeting touch that reveals nothing out of the ordinary, causing you to hum in confusion. 

Armed with food, you step closer to your companion, emboldened by the silent affirmation that he won’t run away. “Would you mind if I turn on the TV?” Your query hangs in the air, and a melodic meow is the only answer you get before he’s diving headfirst into the meal you had prepared. Considering his response a go-ahead, you tune into Pirates of the Caribbean, the movie becoming a backdrop to your shared meal.

As the credits of the first movie start to roll, you can sense wariness in the cat’s watchful eyes, but this morning’s feral hiss has yielded to a tentative harmony. Noticing how entranced the cat is by the movie, you don’t turn it off as you clean the dishes, a gesture that you suspect he appreciates. Returning to the living room on completion of your chores, you find the once-restless creature nestled upon the sofa in cosy contentment—an image that both warms your heart and fascinates you.

You settle into the opposite end of the couch, and open your grandmother's book of remedies. The sounds from the TV fade into background noise as you read through the tome, and you can’t help but think about how oddly domestic this moment seems.

Emboldened by how relaxed your new companion looks, you decide to talk to him. “Hey, buddy, would you mind if I checked on your wound? Just to make sure it's healing the way it should?”

The feline responds with a subtle shift—a repositioning that unveils its wounded side. As you approach, your heart swells due to the delicate trust blooming between you. If you’re surprised by how quickly he is healing, you don’t let it be known. “Looks like you will be fine by the end of the week. I’d love for you to stay here with me until then, but the choice is yours.”

Your offer hangs in the air for a moment before he meows, sealing the agreement. The cat settles back into the same position in which he’d been watching the movie, so you assume that means he’s going to stay in cat-speak.

Yet, a lingering thought flits through your mind—the matter of a name. “What do we name you, though?” you ponder aloud, your voice a soft murmur. You drop random names that seem fitting for a cat. Most receive only a nonchalant disregard, save for an outright hiss at the name “minion”.

As you are at your wits’ end, an idea strikes you. “What about Captain... Jack Sparrow?” The last part is whispered, so you don’t know if he heard, but you’d shorten it to Captain anyways, so in your humble opinion, it is the perfect name.

In the wake of your suggestion, the feline’s eyes light up in affirmation, making you smile. “Okay then, Captain it is,” you declare softly, marking the beginning of a bond, one forged in the quiet moments and shared names bridging the divide between the two of you.

In a surprising twist, Captain Jack Sparrow defies your initial expectations by choosing not to leave your cottage even after his recovery. The once-wounded feline weaves his presence into the very fabric of your life in the form of a plush cat bed nestled within a spare room. Though, in hindsight, it was an unnecessary purchase as the bed remains pristine and untouched, while the cat himself stakes claim to your couches and book-laden shelves.

During the day, the uppermost shelf of your work area becomes Captain’s sanctuary, where he slumbers amidst the tomes stacked alphabetically. With time, Captain inches closer, from lower shelves to the corner of your very table—a silent testament to the trust that has bloomed between the two of you.

Then, one day, the gentle touch of a paw upon your hand breaks through your concentration. Wide-eyed, you find yourself captivated by the slumbering form of Captain. For the next hour, you don’t dare move your hand, driven by the irrational belief that any movement on your part could shatter the delicate companionship you’ve woven over months of shared moments.

The seconds stretch like an eternity, yet you remain still. When Captain awakens to find you in such a vulnerable state, his response is one that eases your fears—a gentle nudge of his nose against your hand in gratitude and acknowledgement and leaves before you can process what happened.

That night onwards, you find Captain curled up at the top of your closet during the night. The first few times, the sight of his glowing orbs startles you, but with time, you find yourself comforted by this silent guardian who watches over you as you slumber. When you tell Wooyoung about this, his response is one of gentle reassurance. “He probably watches over you to protect you as you sleep during the night.”

Speaking of Wooyoung, the first time you ask Captain to accompany the town on your visit, he seems a little sceptical. “It’s your choice, Captain. If you don’t want to, that’s perfectly alright. I just thought you would like some change of scenery,” you tell him. As you gather your belongings and secure your cottage, you expect Captain to stay back. However, as you lock the door, you find him perched upon the fence, waiting for you. And when you introduce Captain to Wooyoung, it is a new experience, to say the least. Laughter spills forth as you are unable to suppress your mirth as Captain scratches your friend’s hand in an instinctive response to Wooyoung’s attempt to lift him into his arms.

“You have adopted a devil, Y/N,” he screeches, pointing at Captain while cradling his arm protectively. Your cat, on the other hand, is sitting on his haunches while licking his paw—the picture of angelic innocence.

“Please, I would scratch you too if you tried to scare me. The only reason I don’t is because you’d whine about it for days. Captain might just be the guardian I need to keep you in check, aren’t you, bud?” The answering meow causes another round of joyous laughter to burst forth from your lips.

You’d think Captain’s initial aloofness would deter Wooyoung but, Captain's coldness only seems to fuel your friend’s determination as he tries everything he can to get Captain to like him—from treats to gentle pets to whimsical trinkets—all in an attempt to win over the feline. Yet, Captain remains steadfast, his indifference to these gestures firmly intact. And it is not as if this attitude is reserved for Wooyoung alone.

Ever since that first trip where he accompanied you, Captain follows you each time you visit Alusia. As you navigate the streets of the town, he treads his own path, a few paces away and often on higher surfaces while you go about your business. The townspeople, on learning of your feline companion, attempt to win his affection, but he doesn’t seem like people (or people touching him), so eventually, they give up trying. However, he still accepts treats from them despite you telling them not to, but the way he looks at you has you quickly going back on your words. How can you say no when he looks at you with his large eyes that seem to hold entire universes within them?

During one such trip to Alusia, a jewellery shop captures your attention for a moment, but as your mind is preoccupied with the bubbling concoction back at the outhouse, you walk past the display without lingering. In your haste, you don’t even realise that Captain has stopped in front of the big window and isn’t following you. It is only the sensation of something amiss that prompts you to retrace your steps, leading you to the forlorn figure of Captain seated before the shop—a sight that tugs at your heartstrings.

A sigh escapes your lips as you crouch beside him. “Would you like to explore what the shop has to offer?” you inquire gently, recognising the twinkle in Captain's gaze as he looks up at you.

Though your feline companion is a delight to be around, sometimes you can’t help but be sceptical of the little guy. You have often caught him reading your journals or tomes as if he understands them, prompting speculation about his understanding of human knowledge. Yet, those notions are quickly discarded when he settles onto the page with a languid yawn. “Cap’n, my books are not cushions for napping,” you always chide him in playful exasperation, only to be met with a dismissive glare and a subsequent shift into your lap. Amongst all his quirks, one stands out—his remarkable understanding of human speech. Whenever you ask him something, he answers with a meow or a hiss (it’s easy to tell which is for which), just like how he answers your question about the shop with a meow.

With a nod, you offer your arms as a welcoming perch for Captain to leap into and enter the quaint shop. The glittering array of chokers fascinates him, prompting you to lead him towards the displays. He studies each piece carefully, and at the end of this impromptu stop, Captain is adorned with a collar—which is more of a choker, really. A topaz moon and vibrant red marigold pendants grace his new accessory, shining beautifully as the sunlight hits them.

For the rest of the week, Captain's spirited headbutts and unabashed demonstrations of fondness keep you on your toes, simultaneously warming your heart and distracting you from your potion-making. His playfulness leads you to scold him gently because you are worried that he could get hurt while you work. “Cap’n, I know you love your new collar, but I need to concentrate on my work, or you could get hurt.” Despite your reprimand, his adoration remains undeterred, but he does quiet down as you work and lingers nearby, a reassuring presence amid your bustling workspace.

Weeks pass, and one night in mid-August, you are jolted from your sleep by a distressing nightmare—a rare occurrence for you as you rarely dream. Gasping for breath, your magic surges instinctively, tethering you to the calming embrace of the forest that surrounds your home.

As your panic settles and you feel calmer than before, you reach for the glass of water on your nightstand, only to be startled when a pair of glowing eyes meet your gaze from the heights of your closet. It’s a familiar sight, yet the remnants of the unsettling dream create a tremor within you.

“Captain Jack Sparrow, you nearly gave me a heart attack.” Your hand instinctively rests over your pounding heart as you chide him, the mixture of residual fear making your voice tremble.

Observing your distress, Captain gently descends from his vantage point to the expanse of your bed. A soft meow accompanies his movements, and his eyes seek yours before he nuzzles his head against your side. Sighing, you relent, succumbing to his affection. Your touch is tender and reassuring as you pet his head gently, “It’s alright, buddy. I didn't mean to scold you. I was just startled by the nightmare.”

Cocooned in the soft cotton sheets, you lay back down to go back to sleep and notice Captain curling up by your side with a gentle purr. His tail encircles your wrist in a protective gesture as if trying to ward off the shadows that threaten to disturb your sleep. From that night onwards, most nights, you awaken to find him nestled by your feet or right by your pillow—a silent guardian whose comforting aura intertwines with the magic that surrounds you. 

Time passes and one season transitions into the next, and before you know it, you’ve been living with Captain Jack Sparrow for almost a year. As yet another summer rolls around, you notice his presence has brought profound happiness to your existence. While he may not be the familiar you once yearned for, he has become a source of unwavering support, and his mere presence never fails to brighten up your days.

However, there’s an unexpected shift in Captain’s behaviour one day, he seems restless, and it only intensifies during the night. Despite your attempts to understand what’s wrong, you can’t seem to figure it out, which leaves you both perturbed and anxious. As dawn breaks, you decide professional insight is necessary and bring Captain to the town’s vet, only to be told that your cat is in perfect health. Though baffled, you’re relieved to know that Captain is not in any particular danger. On your way back home, you venture into the apothecary only to be met with a frantic San and aghast Wooyoung. 

“What's wrong?” You ask softly, only for Wooyoung to burst into sobs as he throws himself into your arms. 

Turning your gaze to San, his weary visage reflects the toll whatever ordeal he has gone through has taken on him. His voice is a blend of exhaustion and urgency as he relays the heartbreaking news to you, “Miyeon vanished in the forest. She had been working on her first test as a witch-in-training and didn’t return.” 

You know how important the test is, for it is the first step in any witch’s path towards the prestigious academy in the capital. San continues to explain that when the young girl didn’t return home, even as the stars twinkled in the rapidly darkening sky, her mother raised an alarm and the townspeople searched for her throughout the night to no avail.

“It’s as if she vanished into thin air, Y/N,” San’s voice is filled with the fatigue of fruitless searching and worry for Miyeon.

Your brows furrow, “Do you have any idea where she might have gone missing?”

San shakes his head with a sigh, “The only thing we found was her bracelet, and that was miles away from where she should’ve been—near the rocky caves close to the mountains.”

The information stirs a gasp from your lips, for the mountains lie nearly fifty miles away from Alusia’s borders. “But that's miles away. How could she have ended up there?”

Weariness is evident in every line of San’s face as he levels you with a sorrowful look, “No one knows.”

Days stretch on, heavy with a gnawing sense of uncertainty, as Miyeon’s absence continues to hang upon Alusia like a dark cloud that just won’t leave. The ominous shadows that loom over the forest deepen as more individuals vanish without a trace, their fates shrouded in a veil of mystery that defies explanation. Countless efforts have been in vain, leaving everyone in a state of collective apprehension. Venturing into the heart of the forest with San and Wooyoung, you’ve even journeyed to the rocky caves where the bracelet had been discovered. However, you find no tangible clues, and the sombre truth of your fruitless attempts sinks in.

Weirdly enough, amidst the sense of dread and uncertainty that surrounds the town and the forest, your cottage emerges as a safe haven. Whether the protective spells you’ve cast around its perimeter have deterred the sinister force or some other unknown factor is at play, whatever has been prowling in the forest doesn’t seem to approach your home. Your heart fills with relief at this, for it ensures the safety of not only yourself but also of your feline companion.

Captain has been venturing into the forest stealthily; however, you’re attuned to the subtle shifts that accompany his absence. Despite your worry, you permit him these solitary ventures as not only is your confidence in his instincts unwavering, but you also know that he wouldn’t stray too far to put himself in jeopardy. True to your belief, he returns to your side by the time you’re done with the day’s work.

However, one day when Captain doesn’t come back home by dusk, you reach out to Wooyoung, informing him that you will set out in search of your cat. Your friend’s apprehension is palpable even through the texts, and he reminds you of the prevailing danger that has claimed Miyeon and others, yet your determination overrides his caution.

Urgency propels you into the forest’s depths as the sun sets even further, washing the canopy above you in shadows that stretch like fingers reaching out to pull you into their darkness. An unsettling hush descends upon the surrounding area, a peculiar silence that leaves you both aware and wary. Your senses are on high alert as you advance deeper into the foliage and look for your cat.

As you spot a clearing in front of you that is bathed in the ethereal glow of twilight, you notice Captain Jack Sparrow in the middle, his attention fixed on an unseen presence shrouded within the trees on the other side. 

“Captain?” At the sound of your voice, his head whips around, his meow fraught with urgency. As he hurries to your side, his head nudging against your leg, you recognise his plea for you to retreat.

“I’m not leaving without you,” you tell him softly but with enough conviction in your voice that elicits a resigned meow from Captain.

He positions himself in front of you, his lithe form a protective barrier between you and the hidden danger that holds his attention. The silence seems to pulse with malevolent energy, and the hairs on your arms stand on end as you brace yourself for what awaits.

And then, from the gap between the trees, steps out a figure that you have only seen within the pages of the books you’ve read—a demon. His arrival disrupts the eerie stillness, his form emanating an aura that sends a shiver coursing down your spine. Horns, reminiscent of an infernal crown, emerge from tufts of his long hair. Intricate tattoos wind their way along his arms like serpents of darkness, and wings resembling a bat's silhouette stretch ominously, casting shadows that dance in tune with the forest’s secrets. The deep crimson glow of his eyes sears a path into your very soul, leaving you trembling beneath his gaze.

Your heart beats wildly within your chest, your senses keenly aware of the danger that emanates from this being. As the realisation that you stand before a high demon dawns upon you, you cannot help but inhale sharply.

Though fear courses through your veins, your mind functions with remarkable clarity. A plan takes shape, and your instinct for self-preservation and the well-being of those you hold dear compels you to act. Fingers trembling, you manage to send a discreet message to Wooyoung and tell him to bring a priest whose knowledge and skills would be able to banish this entity back where he belongs.

Beside you, Captain Jack Sparrow emits another series of hisses, his agitation a mirror to your own. The feline’s protectiveness seems to amuse the demon, for his lips curl into a sinister grin. “You think your feline companion is any threat to me? You’re foolish to think so, little witch.”

Your heart pounds as you face the looming demon. With your makeshift weapon—a sturdy stick—grasped firmly, you weave determination and resolve into your stance. Your gaze shifts to Captain, his eyes reflecting the trust he places in you. Kneeling before him, you utter your words in a hushed tone. “Can you distract him for me?”

Captain Jack Sparrow meets your gaze with unwavering intensity, an unspoken understanding passing between you two. His nod is resolute, a testament to his loyalty and his faith in you. Without hesitation, he catapults himself toward the demon, a feline embodiment of courage and defiance.

With a sharp breath, you drag the stick into the forest floor as you etch a devil’s trap. Each stroke in the soil forms a link in a mystical chain, a barrier that could keep the demon trapped until the priest arrives with Wooyoung. The forest seems to hold its breath, the air thick with anticipation as you carve your intentions into the earth, invoking protection and safeguarding magic into each gesture.

Just as you make the last stroke on the earth, a piercing howl of agony pierces through the silence. Panic claws at your chest as you stand, your eyes locking onto Captain, who now lies amidst the underbrush. The demon’s glee is evident, a sickening grin that sparks a fire of anger within you.

Even as your heart races with a mixture of fury and desperation, his taunting words punctuate the air, “You can’t hurt me either, little witch. You’re too weak to go up against me.”

Your voice, though laced with tremors, carries a fire born of defiance. “You underestimate me, demon. My strength lies in more than just might.”

As the tension builds, you brace yourself, a fusion of anger and resolve fuelling your next steps. For some reason, a smirk dances at the edges of your lips, the action adding to the demon’s simmering fury. His snarl of irritation is a satisfying confirmation that your audacity has hit its mark, goading him into action. Without warning, he hurtles toward you with terrifying speed, and instinct kicks in, your body moving with a fluidity born of desperation as you sidestep his oncoming assault, your heart pounding with a mixture of adrenaline and a fervent prayer for Wooyoung to be quick. He’s your anchor, your beacon of hope, a lifeline that promises light at the end of the tunnel.

Your attempt to land a punch only garners a momentary victory, a fleeting contact that sends a jolt of satisfaction through your veins before the demon's ferocity reignites. Your “fight” with the demon is more of a dance between predator and prey. The demon is tireless, his attacks relentless, and your resilience the only thing keeping you from succumbing to his power.

As you’re trying to catch your breath while also simultaneously dodging the demon’s attacks, a movement in the corner of your vision catches your attention—a graceful, stealthy approach. It’s Captain Jack Sparrow, emerging from the undergrowth despite being hurt himself. You can see the fire in his own eyes as he moves closer to the two of you.

Your focus narrows as the duel intensifies. Yet, in a split second, your world tilts on its axis. The demon’s strike finally lands its mark, and an agonising pain flares in your abdomen as his blade pierces through you. Your gasp of pain mingles with the harshness of your exhale, the world momentarily spinning as you lose your grip on reality.

Amidst the searing agony, a small hope presents itself—a diversion in the form of your cat. Captain’s launch distracts the demon, his collision with the devil turning the tide of battle. A triumphant surge courses through you as the malevolent entity stumbles ensnared within the conjured lines and symbols of the devil’s trap.

Hope blossoms anew as the demon’s growls turn to roars of rage. It’s a momentous turn of events, however, the sweet taste of victory is swiftly tempered by the urgency of your injury. Blood flows from your wound, a crimson river that threatens to drown you in its tide. 

But as darkness threatens to claim you, the forest is pierced by the sound of familiar voices. Wooyoung’s call is a lifeline, as he and the priest, followed by San, move toward the heart of the clearing. Their arrival sparks a surge of relief within you, the fervent prayers you’d cast finding their answer.

For your two friends, the demon, now in the custody of the priest, takes a backseat to the immediate urgency of your wound. Bloodied and battered, you succumb to the overwhelming sense of fatigue that washes over you, your vision flickering as you teeter on the precipice of consciousness. As the world blurs and wavers, you hear Captain’s mournful meows and Wooyoung’s desperate pleas as San works to stem the bleeding. Darkness envelops you, but not before you grasp the hands of those who are by your side, hoping to give them some comfort.

As you gradually resurface from the depths of the unconsciousness, you’re met with a hazy awareness of your surroundings. The soft rustle of leaves, a gentle breeze, and the warmth of the sun’s rays brush against your senses, weaving together a mosaic of sensations that bring you back to the world of the living.

As your eyelids flutter open, the world swims into focus, and you realise you’re laid down in the comfort of your bed. With careful and deliberate motions, you navigate meticulously to take note of any aches along your body. The pain is there, an ever-present reminder of the brutal encounter with the demon, but it’s not as overwhelming as you initially feared.

Summoning the strength to sit up, you’re acutely aware of the effort it takes. Your muscles protest the movement, a chorus of twinges and discomfort that underscore the extent of your injuries. You exhale a measured breath, grateful for the incremental progress that you’ve made in whatever number of days you’ve been unconscious. 

You wonder if Wooyoung or San are downstairs, for you hear movement and sounds drifting through the air—evidence that you're not alone. With a mixture of trepidation and anticipation, you muster the energy to call out. “Hello?”

In response, the sounds shift—a plate clatters in the sink, and footsteps echo through the corridors as they draw nearer. You await the reply with a mixture of anticipation and unease, as the door to your room creaks open, revealing an unexpected visitor who seems as surprised to find you conscious as you are to meet him. The stranger stands framed in the doorway, his presence both enigmatic and captivating. Your gaze sweeps over him, capturing the details that distinguish him from any other human.

His silver hair shimmers like moonlight swept in an artful disarray around his face. His brown eyes are warm and expressive, and his petite nose adds a touch of whimsy to his features, a charming little thing that lends him an air of approachability.

Yet, what captivates your attention most are the silver cat ears that adorn his head. They peek from behind his tousled locks, a hint of something magical, a connection to the feline that has become such a significant part of your life. And there, nestled against his throat, rests the same choker you had bought for Captain—the final object that weaves a thread of familiarity between you and this stranger.

You blink at the unexpected revelation, your mind whirling as it tries to reconcile this silver-haired stranger with the raven-furred feline companion who had been a constant presence in your life for over a year. The pieces of the puzzle rearrange themselves in your perception, forming a new and baffling image that challenges your understanding of magic and reality.

“Please don’t tell me that you’re the cat who’s been living with me for the past year,” your incredulity and confusion are woven into the words that hang in the air between you.

He blinks back at you, the innocence in his gaze casting a surreal contrast against the situation you’ve found yourself in. “Um, okay?” His response is soft, almost timid, and a pang of empathy stirs within you.

“But, you… I didn’t sense a single ounce of magic in you,” you murmur, your words imbued with a touch of bewilderment. The dichotomy between his appearance as a cat and now as a being with apparent human attributes leaves you struggling to grasp the threads of truth.

He shifts uneasily in the doorway, his cat ears betraying his discomfort as they flatten against his hair. As your brain races to piece together the implications of his transformation, Captain—your erstwhile feline friend—interjects with a soft sigh, “That’s because our magic is way different. Nature witches can rarely sense dark magic unless it’s threatening.”

“Oh… WAIT— WHAT DO YOU MEAN DARK MAGIC?” 

The elusive and sinister nature of dark magic indeed renders it undetectable to your innate senses. But to think you had been living with a creature who practised dark magic made you shudder.

“I am a mage, well—I was one until I declined a fae’s advances. They cursed me to live as a cat for the rest of my life,” he confesses, his voice carrying the weight of a burden he’s carried for far too long.

Your emotions teeter on the precipice of uncertainty. Part of you instinctively yearns to distance yourself, wary of the unpredictable nature of dark magic and its ramifications. Yet, another part—perhaps the more empathetic and compassionate side—compels you to understand.

“And how did you turn back?” you inquire gently, the words wrapped in a blanket of cautious curiosity. You observe his response closely, measuring his demeanour, and his expressions, seeking any sign of deceit or danger.

He meets your gaze squarely, his eyes carrying a mixture of vulnerability and sincerity. “I called in a favour another fae owed me. They helped me out and managed to undo some of the curse… but I was to stay a cat until I felt the heartbreak of almost losing someone precious to me,” he confides, his voice trembling with an authenticity that resonates with your intuition.

“Precious?” You echo the word.

The notion seems almost surreal, a subtle revelation that has you momentarily flustered. Your heart flutters in an unfamiliar rhythm, a dance choreographed by the unexpected emotions swirling within you. 

He observes your reaction, a gentle smile playing upon his lips as he regards you with tender familiarity. “You're precious to me, Y/N,” he admits, the words carrying an honesty that sends a shiver down your spine. His gaze is a caress, drawing you into the depths of his sentiment. For a heartbeat, the world narrows to just the two of you, and you find yourself holding your breath.

He probably senses the shift in your breathing and looks at you in concern, so you force yourself to inhale, coughing a bit as you choke. Once he sees you’re fine, he continues, his words laced with a trace of melancholy. “So… you almost losing your life changed me back. Not fully, though, never fully. I’ll still be able to turn back into a cat and then back into this form. That’s what I’ve been doing while Wooyoung and San come to check up on you.”

The notion of him resuming his dual existence as both a cat and this silver-haired individual evokes a sense of both wonder and sympathy. Your gaze lingers on him, searching for traces of the feline friend you’ve known for so long within the person before you.

“Oh…” The word slips from your lips, laden with a complexity of emotions that you struggle to articulate.

He shifts slightly, his demeanour carrying an air of uncertainty as he speaks. “Um… I can leave if you don’t want me around any—”

You interject, the words tumbling from your lips before he can finish his sentence, a resolute assertion that quashes any hint of rejection. “No! I just… I'll just need a while to… uh… yeah.” You gesture vaguely, the swirl of emotions within you manifesting in a flurry of gestures that you can’t seem to articulate into words. He nods at you, and the silence that falls over the room is punctuated only by the soft rustling of fabric as he shifts his weight.

“Would you like something to eat?” he offers, seeking to ground the situation in something familiar. “I'm not the best at cooking, but I make a nice porridge and considering you haven’t eaten in a couple of days, it's best if you have something light to eat.”

Your quick nod is accompanied by a brief departure and a swift return, a bowl of porridge cradled in his hands. When you notice that he’s about to leave you alone again, you can’t help but call out. “Wait.” As his steps pause in response, you invite him to stay with a gentle smile, the words unspoken but the sentiment clear.

Curiosity laces your words as you venture into uncharted territory. “So… can you still do magic?” The inquiry stems from a genuine desire to understand the extent of his transformation and the implications it holds.

He takes a seat beside your bed, his posture relaxed as he contemplates your question. “I haven't been able to use any magic since you got injured. The demon, he hurt me with the same knife he used to hurt you… and uh, I think whatever magic I have sort of reacted with yours…” His gaze finds yours from beneath the fall of his bangs, an unspoken query hidden within his eyes, “Do you feel any different?”

“I can't tell right now…” As silence settles between you, you sense the opportunity to delve further, to uncover a piece of the puzzle that he’s held close. “What's your name?” you ask, your voice soft yet insistent.

“Huh?” He seems momentarily taken aback as if the question isn’t something he expected.

“Your name,” you repeat.

“Kim Hongjoong.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…” The response seems to hang in the air, a bridge between the past and the present, a marker of his identity before the curse that had transformed him.

An uncomfortable quiet follows, the weight of revelations and the unspoken understanding rendering words momentarily inadequate. Seeking a refuge in the familiarity of action, you take another spoonful of porridge, the act providing temporary solace.

Breaking through the silence, he cautiously inquires, his voice softer than before, “Is it okay?” The gaze you direct at Hongjoong carries an unspoken question, “The porridge?” he clarifies.

Your response is a nod as you offer him a tentative smile that reflects your gratitude. “It's really tasty. Thank you.”

Hongjoong’s nod is a humble acknowledgement, his gaze holding a fleeting yet meaningful connection with yours. As the seconds tick by, another awkward silence settles, but this one holds the gentle promise of the unknown.

That evening as the sunset paints the evening sky in hues of purple and orange, you find yourself in the presence of Wooyoung and San. Their eyes, suffused with the relief of your recovering strength, mirror the unspoken concern that brought them here. Nestled at your side, Hongjoong has resumed his feline form, a steadfast source of familiar comfort as Wooyoung tells you about the people who had gone missing. As the priest banished the demon, they were liberated from the captivity of the demon who was using them as a source to draw power. You are glad to know that Miyeon and the others have safely returned to their homes, and the four of you enjoy an evening filled with the warmth of companionship.

As your body completes its healing process, a newfound awareness awakens within you—an inkling that your magic has indeed undergone a transformation. Engaging Hongjoong in conversation about this, you both reach a consensus that teaching each other about your respective magic could be the key to unravelling the intricacies of your unique connection.

You start small, inviting Hongjoong to partake in nurturing the growth of herbs and other flora and having him observe the delicate craft of potion-making. With patience and thoroughness that speaks to the depth of your understanding, you slowly and meticulously introduce him to the art that has been your life’s calling.

Conversely, Hongjoong takes a more theoretical approach. Armed with the wealth of knowledge he has amassed over the years, he embarks on the journey of studying dark magic alongside you. Evenings become an intimate soiree of shared books, a merging of his wisdom and your practical expertise. The pursuit is not without its challenges, especially for him as the concepts of dark magic are both familiar and alien, a delicate dance between his past experiences and his present identity.

Slowly but surely, the awkwardness of your interactions dissipates, and you settle into a rhythm, an understanding blooming from the mutual pursuit of knowledge. Hongjoong’s presence becomes an inseparable part of your magical undertakings, his assistance serving as both catalyst and amplification. The mundane tasks of your craft transform into collaborative ventures that find their completion with newfound ease and velocity.

In this partnership, you both traverse uncharted realms, unearthing hidden gems of wisdom and forging new techniques. You discover the intricacies of advanced protective charms, the nuances of spellcasting, and the delicate balance between the ethereal and the tangible. Every conversation brings new insights as his eyes aglow with passion while he delves into explanations that light up your understanding.

Hongjoong isn’t oblivious to the subtle shifts in your demeanour either, the way your attention seems to gravitate toward his words with an almost magnetic pull. He playfully teases you when you zone out while listening to him, but beneath his banter lies a quiet satisfaction at having captured your focus.

One summer evening, almost two years after you found and healed Hongjoong, you find yourself basking in the warmth of his presence. As Hongjoong delves into the mysteries of Tarot cards, your attention wavers. Mesmerised by his words, your gaze inadvertently drifts to his lips, where the graceful dance of his explanations seems to take on a sensual rhythm of its own. Lost in the tempo of his speech, you’re barely aware of your growing fascination until the sound of his clearing throat breaks through your reverie. Flushing in embarrassment, you avert your gaze, your heart racing at having been caught by him.

Hongjoong chuckles softly, a melodious sound that carries warmth. His fingers, feather-light and tinged with confidence, slide beneath your chin, lifting it until your eyes meet his. His touch is tender, a silent reassurance that dissipates your unease, even as his eyes search yours with an intensity that ignites a flutter in your chest.

The air between you seems charged with unspoken desires, and as Hongjoong’s gaze darkens, your heart skips a beat. His presence is magnetic, his proximity an intoxicating pull that leaves you breathless. The realisation that this is a defining juncture in your connection dawns upon you, your anticipation matched only by the uncertainty of what's to come.

“May I kiss you?” Leaned in so close that his breath dances upon your lips, Hongjoong’s voice is barely a whisper as he seeks permission, his question hanging between you like a promise. His eyes, fixed on your mouth, reflect the yearning that pulses through his veins.

Your nod is almost imperceptible, a fervent agreement that is all the confirmation Hongjoong needs. His lips descend upon yours with a delicate reverence, his touch a gentle brush that sends sparks through your very being. A deep, resonant purr thrums from within his chest, the vibrations of which reverberate against you as he draws you closer to himself.

Hongjoong’s kiss unfolds with a tenderness that contrasts the unspoken longing that has been growing between the two of you. His lips move against yours in a rhythm that speaks of his own vulnerability, each touch conveying a deeper sentiment. But as you respond in earnest, his tongue glides across your lips, prompting longing to flare through your veins.

Your lips part, the connection broken only for a moment as you both draw a ragged breath. Yet, the space between you feels electric, the air pregnant with the promise of what’s to come. Giving in to desire, Hongjoong’s kisses trail along your jaw, igniting sensations that tumble forth as a soft, involuntary whimper. The velvety brush of his lips against your skin seems to write a narrative of its own as if he’s trying to make a home in your very soul.

With a husky murmur, Hongjoong guides you forward, his voice a seductive entreaty that resonates through your core. As his teeth graze beneath the collar of your shirt, a shiver courses down your spine, “That's it, love,” he exhales, his words a sultry invitation to unravel the depths of your desires. “Let me hear you.”

The fervour of your shared moment is interrupted by a sudden, urgent knock on your door. The sound jolts you both out of the cocoon of passion, and you exchange a hasty yet intense kiss as if to imprint the sensation on your soul before pulling away. Breathing heavily, you share a lingering glance before reluctantly untangling yourself from his embrace and heading to the front door, your heartbeats echoing the electricity that still courses through your veins.

As you open the door, you’re met with the sight of Wooyoung and San, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity. They look at you and Hongjoong with knowing smiles as if they can sense the transformation in the air, but they refrain from commenting. It’s a silent acknowledgement of the intimacy that has bloomed between you, and you’re grateful for their unspoken understanding.

In the days that follow, you and Hongjoong continue navigating your newfound connection. The kiss remains unspoken, yet its imprint is undeniable. The two of you seem to share a mutual agreement to explore this uncharted territory without the constraints of labels or expectations, allowing your relationship to unfurl naturally.

With Hongjoong by your side, every interaction becomes a wordless conversation, every shared glance a testament to the bond that has formed between you. The ease with which you navigate each other’s thoughts and emotions astounds you as if you’ve known each other across lifetimes.

With Hongjoong, you find solace and a rare understanding that extends beyond the realms of mere companionship. With him by your side, life seems to flow effortlessly, and even the challenges that come your way are met with a united front, the strength of your connection acting as a shield against adversity.

As time passes, you realise that what you have with Hongjoong is more profound than any bond you could have hoped for had you connected with a familiar. Yours is a love that has grown from mutual respect, shared experiences, and the unspoken promises that linger between your glances.

You might have longed for a familiar as a young witch, but now you realise that fate had something even better in store for you—a soul who understands you in ways words can never express and a heart that beats in harmony with your own. With Hongjoong by your side, you found the person who complemented your magic, someone who loved you and would go to the ends of the earth for you, and you knew that you’d do the same for him.

[hongjoongscafe]

SANAAAAA

WE HAVENT TALKED IN SO LONG HOW R UUU

BESTIEEEE🫂🫂 Ah, I have been okay, just normal stuff going on. WHAT ABOUT YOU??💓

[eightmakesonebraincell]

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reaction: to their s/o not being able to reach their lips even on tiptoes | @barsformars

genre: fluff

length: drabble - 0.5k

reaction: you wearing another members jacket | @a-soft-hornytiny

genre: fluff

length: bulletpoint style - 0.7k

richkid!ateez | @ohmyamor

genre: fluff

length: bulletpoint style - 6.0k

extension of 'richkid!jongho' @ohmyamor - see below under member-specific

uni with ateez - part i, part ii | @seacottons 🩶

genre: fluff

length: bulletpoint style - 4.4k

angst tropes i would give each ateez member | @a1sh1teruu 🩶

genre: angst

length: 2.3k

ateez's reaction to you trying to reach the top shelf | @petitemingi

genre: fluff

length: drabble - 0.5k

ateez + boyfriend things | @luvh4nji

genre: fluff

length: drabble - 0.9k

what type of kisser is ateez? | @aclowntiny

genre: fluff, suggestive

length: 1.1k

ateez when you get clingy | @aclowntiny

genre: fluff

length: 2.4k

ateez x odd jobs!au | @warmau

genre: fluff, crack

length: bulletpoint style - 4.1k

bf!ateez when you are working from home | @hwaightme

genre: fluff, smut

length: bulletpoint style - 5.6k

richkid!jongho - part i, part ii | @ohmyamor

genre: fluff

length: bulletpoint style - 4.4k

original of 'richkid!ateez' @ohmyamor - see above under ot8

choi san boyfriend headcanons | @nanawritesit

genre: fluff

length: bulletpoint style - 1.0k

yeosang boyfriend headcanons | @nanawritesit

genre: fluff

length: bulletpoint style - 1.4k

pirate!au kim hongjoong | @i-luvsang

genre: enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort

length: bulletpoint style - 1.8k

yunho boyfriend headcanons | @spinster-sisters

genre: fluff

length: bulletpoint style - 0.5k

last updated: 07 oct 2023