#ace: hyejin

[ace-angel-judas]

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[aubaee]

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Group: SERENITY fanbase: Aurora group color: pink / blue / purple debut: 2019 known for: their self-choreography, self-producers, self-composers, lyricists; an all-rounder group official title: Nation's Girl Group / Powerhouse of KPOP

Choi Areum stage name: Ari 23, korean / japanese official position: maknae official emoji: 🐹/🐰 official title: Best ACE / Dance Progidy mic color: white instrument: piano / guitar favorite color: white / gray / red role model: BIGBANG G-Dragon / MAMAMOO Hwasa characteristics: loudest introvert / night owl / fashionista / listener #1 / expressive queen / has patience / acts tough outside but sensitive inside hobbies: listening to music / reading / dancing / singing / sleeping / baking / legos / playing instruments units: MEOWz / TWINz / Tom & Jerry / MAKNAEz

Zhang Lihua stage name: Lihua 25, chinese official emoji: ✨/🍑 official title: Icon of Growth / 4th Gen Hidden Weapon mic color: purple instrument: piano / flute favorite color: lavender / beige role model: SEVENTEEN Mingyu characteristics: mom of the group / chef / competitive / mediator / vlogger / spoiler queen hobbies: reading / gaming / gym / cooking / shopping / watching shows or movies units: TWINz / PUPPIEz / YAPz / TOWERz

Kim Jaemi stage name: J 24, korean / filipina official position: leader official emoji: 👻/🌹 official title: 4th Gen Versatile Artist / 4th Gen Leader mic color: red instrument: piano / violin/ guitar / ukelele favorite color: red / black role model: Taylor Swift / Ado characteristics: sporty / competitive / flirtingly jokes / charade queen / fashionista / sore loser hobbies: gaming / poetry / singing / drawing / manga / puzzles / hiking / photography units: PUPPIEz / Tom & Jerry / YAPz

Lee Hyejin stage name: Hyejin 24, korean official emoji: 🐈‍⬛/🩵 official title: Stage Genius / Nation’s First Love mic color: blue instrument: piano favorite color: blue / periwinkle / sage role model: none characteristics: calm / fake maknae / self-disciplined / home-body / mediator hobbies: crocheting / watching anime / singing / gym / dancing units: MEOWz / TOWERz / MAKNAEz

Ishikawa Yui 25, japanese manager of SERENITY favorite color: green characteristics: disciplined / reserved / mood maker / listener #2 / hype energy / mom mode hobbies: going to concerts / watching anime / drawing

[mo0dy-succubus]

A Burning passion

(Not adding hastags or other stuff bc I'm embarrassed by how this turned out 😕☝️ I tried but this was extremely out of my comfort zone...so...be nice to me

Ps: it's not proof read)

"Oh no...oh no, no,no,no,no,NO!!". Wheein violently thrashes the items in her drawer out and into the floor and bed. "FUCK! Shit..you can't be serious". Her heat was coming up and she forgot to take her heat suppressants. "That was my last one!?! It can't be I have a schedule tomorrow!!". Trying to convince herself to stay calm was not working the slightest bit in her case, wheein in her manic state paused thinking of what to do before rushing to find her phone.

Wheein quickly typed in the digits and eagerly waited for the phone to pick up, though the phone might have been ringing for a few seconds it felt like hours for an answer on the other side." Hello Seoul pharmacy.."

"YES!"

"We're sorry but we have a shortage of heat suppressants, if you are in need of a refill press one-"

"NO!!" Wheein was filled with dread, her hopes up for nothing as she sadly pressed one. "Well it's better to get me prescription in now then later..."  wheein said or so she thought.

"TWO WEEKS?!?! But thats like past your cycle" hwasa said. "I KNOW". Wheein sighs before taking a deep breath. "But its the soonest I can get it, all the pharmacies in Seoul are low...Hyejin-ah what do i doooo" wheein whines desperately for an answer. "Well...I would talk to manager-nim..maybe she can cancel your schedule!". "I'll try that, thanks Hyejin-ah!". "Wait wheein I-". Hwasa was sadly cut off by wheein quickly dialing her manager"

"Hello...?"

"Manager-nim it's wheein, is it ok if I cancel my up coming schedule for the week?". Wheein bit down on her lip for her managers next response. "Why is something wrong? It's kinda last minute ask for such cancelation".

"I know,I know but this is an emergency! I am about to go into umm...my heat cycle".

Her manager paused before speaking again. "Well...Wheein-ah how about we can participate tomorrows schedule, then cancel the rest of your weeks plans, and send out a notice to fans, there is only so much I can do in such a short notice do you think you can hang on?".

Wheein let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you...I'll be ready for you in the morning". Wheein says her goodbye before hanging up.

"Just gotta make it through the week..that's all..how hard can it be..just 7 day left Wheein-ah, you can do it". She left herself words of encouragement before turning over and switching off her bedroom light.

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The next morning has came and wheein already felt like crap. Her body ached and very warm, enough to show her signs of her heat already starting, that was just the beginning. "Pull yourself together just this and you can be home...". She showed then got dressed before leaving her apartment eating for her manager to arrive.

Wheein quickly rushes into the black car as soon as it arrives to take her to the studio. "How are you holding up?" Her manager asked. "Like. Shit..." wheein groans in slightly aching pain. "I just want this to be over". "Heh no kidding your pheromones are super strong,thankfully...I did all I can and asked for an all omega staff so no alphas will be around you, might take a while but it's so you can be more at easy than now". Wheein was thankful for a manager like her. "Thank you...u know it's cold outside rn but I am burning ca we please turn on the ac". "Sure here you go"

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When wheein finally got to the studio she wanted no second so she can leave early. She was in the middle of a costume change when she heard a voice call her name. "Wheein-ah!". "That sounds like...moonbyul unnie!" Normally see would be thrilled to see her member...if she wasn't an alpha that is and if wheein didn’t have a enormous crush on her.Wheein turns to her manager before scream whispering to her. "I thought you said Their would be no alphas!! Why is she here!"

"I said staff. Alpha free staff! I had no idea she would be here!". "Well do something! Get her out of here! Quickly" wheeins said. As her manager tried to deal with moonbyul, wheein could feel herself sweating bullets. Was it her heat? Was she just that nervous around moonbyul? It didn't matter as wheein was overwhelmed enough.

"Ok I tried to do everything I can to stop her"

"Thank you manager-nim...". "She was almost onto you though she smelled somebody, I had to lie and say that one the staff was on her cycle". Wheein was so over everything but continued to push through.

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The feeling of wheein stumbling through her apartment never felt better. She quickly kicked off her shoes and dripped her bags. Her body exhausted and still very much heated. Wheein makes her way to her bathroom before turning on the bathtub. When she usually got her heat cycle she would take a cold bath to cool herself down, that worked perfectly for years until she was put on heat suppressants. She takes of her clothes basically drenched in her own sweat at this point before stepping in. Her body feeling the cold water was like all her problems getting washed away.

She reflected a bit today. Why was moonbyul there? So unexpectedly too? Hm. Wheein didn't dwell on it too much and decided to finish washing up and then go to bed.

She got out feeling alot more refreshed and clean after sweating all day. She put on her pjs and got into bed to sleep.

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Wheein woke up earlier than normal, her body temperature rising. She felt the familiar yet unpleasant feeling of slick coating her panties. Her body felt extremely weak. Though she's been on suppressants she always rembered the last few days being the worse. "Fuck this sucks so bad right now". Wheein laid in her bed before hearing her phone ring and of course it was moonbyul calling.

Panic arose as she scramled to pick it up but hesitated. Before finally picking it up. "Moonbyul unnie?". "Wheein-ssi...I didn't get to see you yesterday are you ok?". Wheein never felt so turned on by her members voice but it was different, her breath unsteady. "Y-yeah..yeah I'm ok. Don't worry about me". "Wheein-ah you sound unwell should I come over?".

Wheein snapped in a panic at the suggestion "NO YOU CANT!!". Moonbyul paused in shock. "What? Why not? Is something the matter". Shit what was she gonna say to moonbyul now?. "Uhh ggomo! He's really sick right now so". "Omo..that's not good I can come over if you need some company". "Sorry moonbyul unnie but no others are allowed to be over...vets orders..oh no i gotta go ggomo is vomiting again bye moonbyul unnie!!" She hangs up quickly before moonbyul could say bye back.

"What. Was. That..." wheein felt like hearing moonbyuls voice made her feel a new wave of warmth and slick throughout her body. Sure wheein masturbated before she wasn't a total prude. But to her friends voice? The feeling of horniness didn't stop at all and she swears she could feel a whole new wave of slick anytime she rembered it.

Out of curiosity wheein went back to her room and laid down on her bed and slowly put a hand down, stroking her clothed slit.

A small moan escapes her lips. Wheein lifted her hips and slowly peeled of her panties for better access. The cool air surrounding her hitting her warm sex sending a chill down her spine. Her middle and ring finger slowly circling her clit sending a bit of relief through her body. "Mm..." . Wheeins fingers slowly dips inside her cunt pushing her self more to the edge. The room fills with the moans, gasp,and sighs of wheein. Her fingers rubbing against her g spot sends wheein over the edge. It wasn't a big orgasm but it did feel nice.

Better even...If it wasn't for the fact she was still horny.

"It's like my hand isn't enough almost like I need something more". Wheein gets up her legs still trembling a bit from before and into her closet and pulls out a small box. It was a small wand vibrator, a gift from hyejin but wheein never had the courage to use it, It was intimidating to look at. Wheeins heart was racing as she clicked the power button on to be in sheer disappointment when the batteries were dead, and even more upset when she knew she had no spare ones. Wheein looked like she had no choice but to go out to the store. She wore alot of clothing layers to try to mask her scent as best as possible before heading out just a one way trip.

Wheeins body felt like it could collapse any minute now due to her extreme body heat, thankfully the store wasn't to far and only a 10 minute walk. She entered the store and bowed slightly to the cashier before going off on her mission. She got to the section of batteries only to blank out. "Damn...what batteries does it use again...ugh this is annoying". "Wheein-ah...?".

That voice.....

Wheein turns around to see moonbyul. Wheein mumbles something under her breath before grabbing all kinds of batteries and tossing them in the basket before speed walking up to the cashier to pay for it still avoiding moonbyul as best a possible. "Are you ok you've been ignoring me non stop?". Wheein didn't answer her. "Wheein-ah wait-". Moonbyul grabs wheeins arm causing wheein to whip her head around and come face to face with moonbyul. Moonbyul stared and wheein her face flushed red, and her eyes glossy like they were welling up with tears. "I- wan-" before moonbyul could speak wheein yanks her arm back before running off back home.

Wheein has never felt more embarrassed in her whole life. She was humiliated

When she got home she quickly shut the door behind her before sinking down into tears. "I just want this to be over....". Tears burned hot against her cheeks, was it hot from the embarrassment? Or from her heat? After what seemed like forever wheein got up and when to her bathroom to run herself a cold bath to see if it helps with her high body temperature.

It was no use this time..

When wheein got out she went back to the unattended toy. Using the batteries she bought she put in the right ones that fit. She turned on the power button. The toy comes alive in her hand, the powerful vibration causing her hand and fingers to go numb. Wheein would be lying through her teeth if she said it wasn't daunting to see. Too intimidated she turns it off. Trying to sleep of the rest of the day was the only option she had left she thought to herself...not that it was any easier. Her skin felt like lava, she kicked off her blankets,still feeling uncomfortable she stripped of her clothes, her naked body lying in bed.

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Wheein wakes up a little after 1 pm. Surprised she slept in for so long she gets up and does her daily routine and eats lunch instead of breakfast. Wheein was in her room watching TV still very much unclothed due to her heat bothering her until she heard a knock on her door. Wheein moves as fast as possible to cover herself with a bath robe before looking through the peep hole.

Right before her was moonbyul.

She automatically sunk down below the doorknob. "W-why are you here!". "I want to apologize for last night, you've been avoiding me like the plague". Wheein felt her face flush a dark red. "Well I'm fine no need to-"

"Hyejin-ah told me wheein..." Moonbyul cut her off. "Please I just want to talk if you could just-". Wheein unlocks her door opening it slightly so moombyul can walk in. They make their way to the couch is silence and just sat there. Moonbyul could tell my wheeins body movements that she was nervous, her thumbs circling against each other and her eyes avoiding contact with moonbyul. "I'm sorry.." wheein said after what felt like hours. "Why are you sorry?" The worry on moonbyuls voice only made wheein feel more horrible. "I made you uncomfortable I should be sorry". Wheein felt her heart about to burst. "What did she tell you...".

"Huh?"

"What did Hyejin-ah tell you?". "I love you too Wheein-ah...I want to help you..let ME help you." Moonbyul says resting her hand on wheeins thigh feeling how warm to the touch she was she was. "O-ok" wheein stutters out. Wheein grabbed moonbyuls hand in reassurance. Moonbyul moves in towards wheein and kisses her, the kiss soft yet sensual. Wheein was could have swore she was trembling at this point has she felt a hand soft stroke her leg as they deepened the kiss.

"Let's go somewhere more private.." they both stood up to go to wheeins bedroom. Moonbyul makes wheein lay down as she helped her out of her robe. Moonbyul pulls away just for a moment to strip off her own clothes before returning to wheein. Looking at moonbyuls toned body wheein could just melt. "Tell me if you want me to stop, ok?". Wheein couldn't even speak she just nodded rapidly.

Moonbyul kisses wheein on the lips one more time before making her way down her chest till she reaches her heat. "Unnie...dont trease...". "Patience Wheein-ah..." Moonbyul kisses her shaking thighs before licking a broad strip up her slit. "F-uck.." wheein clenched the bed sheets around her as moonbyul continued her sinful movements. Wheein was brought closer and closer to the edge violently thrashing around under moonbyuls touch. "M-ore...pl-ease unnie I need more.." wheein is practically begging for moonbyul at this point. Moonbyul obliges and moves her tongue to her clit letting her fingers enter wheeins pussy.

Notch effort was required from all the slick wheein had seeping out of her. "Right there! Yes! keep going!" She howled out. Moonbyul showed no mercy when fingering wheein before stopping her attention on wheeins clit to bring herself face to face with her. "Come for me Wheein-ah...". Wheein felt her body jerk through her orgasm as moonbyuls name fell out from her lips. Moonbyul helps wheein as best as she could through her orgasm but it was pretty much impossible by how hard she squeezed herself around her fingers.

Wheein had fainted due to the orgasm and how overwhelmed she was bit was soon relaxed enough for moonbyul to pull out and wipe her hand and help clean up a bit before letting wheein rest.

(Sigh I'm sorry for this)

[tacticalhimbo]

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woah! these bitches gay! it's pride month and i have a bunch of queer characters. here's a list of them, actually <3 happy pride

enjoy a gay little picture of my fursona in the meantime (creds in bio)

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ace zavala // welcome to the game → bisexual

alastor rosales // fandomless → bisexual

alexey khorkin // fandomless → bisexual

alice preda // fandomless → bisexual

aliénor laurent // red dead redemption 2 → bisexual

ambrose walten // scp foundation → polyamorous nonbinary bisexual

aretmis riveros // the outer worlds → polyamorous nonbinary bisexual

bailey hill // watch dogs → bisexual

briar fontenot // resident evil 7 & 8 → agender

constance fox // resident evil (franchise) → bisexual

constanitia valellian // skyrim → lesbian

darya shipova // fandomless → bisexual

demeter vincze // fallout new vegas → gay

devenni tabris (hero of ferelden) // dragon age origins → lesbian

eden shepard // mass effect trilogy → transfem

emery beaumanoir // dragon age inquisition → bisexual

emilia "candy" kent // grand theft auto 5 → bisexual

erebien the swift // skyrim → bisexual

faye choi // grand theft auto 5 (online) → polyamorous transfem bisexual

françoise couturier // the outer worlds → polyamorous bisexual

hawke // dragon age 2 → transfem bisexual

hyejin ch'on // squid game → nonbinary (agender) bisexual

inquisitor feynrith lavellan // dragon age inquisition → bisexual

isemaya lavellan // dragon age inquisition → bisexual

ishza v'atze // skyrim → polyamorous lesbian

isis eskandarani // far cry 3 → homoromantic (wlw) asexual

jarvaca ardaan // dragon age inquisition → gay

jean-baptiste dominique // cyberpunk 2077 → genderqueer femme (x-gender) asexual lesbian

jennifer massey // far cry 5 → homoromantic (wlw) asexual

jingyi zhuan // far cry 4 → gay (closeted)

jocasta "judas" navarro // red dead redemption 2 → lesbian (closeted)

jody knapp // stardew valley → polyamorous genderqueer gay

joel delgado // breaking bad → gay

jolene atkinson // far cry 5 → lesbian

joseph bascet // better call saul → gay

jovelyn wyatt (the security captain) // far cry new dawn → lesbian

julia adranos // dragon age inquisition → bisexual

konstantin mozgov // better call saul → gay

laverne alba // grand theft auto 5 (online) → bisexual

lucien boutin // the outer worlds → bisexual

léonie winter // red dead redemption 2 → bisexual

lý phan // fallout 4 → polyamorous lesbian

maddox ross // grand theft auto 5 (online) → polyamorous gay

marcella "mars" livianna antonius // fallout new vegas → lesbian

marjorie douglass // fallout 4 → homoromantic (wlw) asexual

matteo pichette // scp foundation → polyamorous agender homoromantic asexual

maxwell hill // watch dogs → transmasc gay

mickey araceli de león → transfem queer (unlabeled sexuality)

mikhail lupin // fandomless → aromantic bisexual

murileis leroux // monster hunter world → lesbian

noami hassan // cyberpunk 2077 → lesbian

noemi peterson // fallout 4 → polyamorous bisexual

patricia "rascal" jones // fallout 3 → biromantic asexual

phoebe blackwell // grand theft auto 5 → bisexual

ramón gutiérrez // grand theft auto 5 (online) → gay

rayford douglass // fallout 4 → transmasc

rhys "ghost" meyer // grand theft auto 5 (online) → nonbinary

roman zemlin // fandomless → bisexual

rüdiger pracht // local 58 → gay

sacha yannis boone → gay

sappho nikolaidi // fallout new vegas → lesbian

sara ryder // mass effect andromeda → bisexual

satre aley // destiny 2 → lesbian

scarlett romero // welcome to the game → lesbian

scott ryder // mass effect andromeda → gay

shepard fleming (the sole survivor) // fallout 4 → transmasc bisexual

tomo otsune (the lone wanderer) // fallout 3 → nonbinary pansexual

vera lynn // cyberpunk 2077 → transfem lesbian

veturia petasia // dragon age inquisition → lesbian

vincent hale // cyberpunk 2077 → genderqueer (transmasc) bisexual

virgil hendrix → polyamorous transmasc bisexual

virgo decius rex (brutus) // fallout new vegas → gay

wendy curtis (the settler) // fallout 76 → transfem lesbian

willie patterson // red dead redemption 2 → gay

winifred annker // fallout 4 → bisexual

xiuying shî // fandomless → lesbian

yagdurash bolhmnag // skyrim → lesbian

zakari marshall // far cry new dawn → two spirit (transmasc gay)

[home-krp]

welcome home! the following applications have been accepted. to collect your keys, please add our caretakers, Rose and Serenity, within the next 24 hours or your home will be put back on the market! please make sure ‘home’ or '🏠’ is visible in your bio so we know you are a resident!

Kim Doyoung (NCT) Yang Jeongin/I.N (Stray Kids) Go Shinwon (Pentagon) Ahn Hyejin / Hwasa (Mamamoo) Kang Hyunggu / Kino (Pentagon) Lee Hoseok / Wonho (Soloist) Park Jihyo (Twice) Yang Yoseob (Highlight) Kim Hanbin / B.I (Soloist) Kang Yuchan (ACE) Jung Subin (Victon) Ryu Sujeong (Soloist) Im Yeojin (LOONA)

[jaefluenza]

Left Behind

“내가 태어나지 않았으면 좋겠다.”

— I wish I was never born.

Genre: Angst/fluff

Pairing: Taeyong x reader x Jaehyun

Word count: 2,901 words

Warning: swear words (from a family member :( please remember that this is only a fictional story 💚)

Summary:  You really hope you can follow your dad along, because you feel like what your mom told you was right, that you are a useless daughter. You tried to fight those thoughts, but everything inside your head is a mess. Everything is falling apart, so why bother living?

You clicked the password lock on your door, entered your house with a loud sigh. It was a bad day, you can say. Your boss yelled at you all day because your team is losing behind the other teams. The only thing you want right now is a good hug from your boyfriend.

He’s in another team in a well-organized division in your office, he’s quite popular between your co-workers because he’s a hardworking and good looking man. He lives together with you, but he merely comes home recently. His team has been organizing so many parties because of their successes, somehow you envy them.

Hearing your phone ringing, you dry your hands after washing it, smiling at the thought of Jaehyun’s voice over the call. You grab your phone on the dining table, and you frown. It’s your mother, and you’re frowning. Well, how could you call her mother when she has been hating you just because of a childhood mistake in the past.

“Hey, mom.”

“Where’s the money I asked you last week?”

You sighed silently. Here we go, again.

“Mom, I told you I’ll receive the money at the end of the month..”

“That’ll be too long! I need the money because your goddamn father is sick! And your pretty little sister needs her pocket money every day. Stop being a useless daughter and bring me money like other children do to their parents!”

“I’m working on it.” You said coldly.

“What a useless fucking prick-”

Beep.

You hang the call and lean onto the table. How are you going to get the money in less than two days? Your father is ill and his illness costs more than your paycheck every month. You didn’t tell Jaehyun about your problem because you think it will be uncomfortable for both of you.

Another call popped up and seeing who’s the caller, you smiled. At least I’m hearing his voice tonight.

“Hey..” you said weakly.

“Hi, y/n.”

“You don’t know how nice it is to hear your voice.”

“I- yeah, I hope you’re well..”

There’s doubt in his voice. What’s wrong?

“What’s wrong, Jae? Are you okay?”

“No, it’s just... I need to tell you something.”

“You want to meet me? Well, I’ll grab my coat in a minute-”

“No. I can’t see you now, I’m not coming home anyway. I’m out of town.”

“Oh, okay. You can talk now that it seems.. very important?”

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I really am, Let’s end all of this.”

“What? Ending what?”

“Us. I’m sorry but we don’t work anymore so..”

“What do you mean?” You sadly laugh, “are you breaking up with me over the phone now?”

“I’m sorry, y/n. I’ll pack my things tomorrow, don’t bother to take care of them. Please, stay well.”

Beep.

You can’t even call it a bad day. It’s the worst one. You wipe your tears, wishing to forget everything at the moment.

“Can you just do it properly? You can’t even do whatever asked by the boss, you’re the reason why the team is failing, y/n.” Your senior, Hyejin, yelled at you for the second time now and you couldn’t care less. “I’m sorry, I’ll do better.” You bowed to her, because she is your senior. “Yeah, keep saying that and fail more, you useless idiot.”

You hold your tears as you looked at the papers stacked on your table, having no idea how can you finish all of them in only 4 hours. It seems like you just have to stay up at the office tonight. You frown, remembering the promise to bring your dad his favorite fruit tonight, guess you have to call him and say sorry.

“Hey, I brought you coffee.”

You look up and find a comforting smile from one of your interning teammates, with a cup of hot coffee in his hand.

“O-oh hey, Taeyong. Thank you,”

“Look at these stacks, y/n. Are you sure you can finish them in like, four hours? Let me help you.”

“No, Taeyong. I believe you have a lot of work on your table now, and it’s okay. I can stay at the office tonight.”

“No way, we both know how dangerous the office at night. Give me a few stack, I’ll finish in about an hour.”

You nod, your eyes can’t leave a new interesting view in your left, your ex-boyfriend who just dumped you last night, holding hands with Chaeyeon, the popular ace in the marketing division, everyone’s favorite. Wow, just wow.

“Is that Jaehyun, your boyfriend-”

You cut Taeyong with a fake smile, “Thank you for helping me, Taeyong. I’ll treat you coffee when you finish those papers.” You look back at your computer and when you feel Taeyong walk back to his table, you sighed.

You remember meeting Jaehyun for the first time.

Your team lost one of a good teammate, and now everyone is working hard to balance the teamwork. You’re in a small division where only interns and failing seniors working as a team. It’s not like you’re failing, but you lost your aim to be in the international marketing division to Chaeyeon whose uncle is the boss. Not only she studied overseas, but also her family is holding many stocks in the company.

Until now, you have been staying in the small division where you work with papers and tables. The paycheck isn’t much but enough for your monthly livings. It’s amazing how you live alone by yourself, with no support of your family, your ill father, that’s how you survived life every day without happiness and meaningful events. That was it until Jung Jaehyun came.

“Please welcome your new interning teammate, a marketing graduate who’ll help you balance the mess in this division. Y/n, please tour him around, and make sure he adjusts well in our company.”

You looked up and meet his eyes, those sharp eyes. He seemed like he had no fears with those eyes.

“Yes, manager Kim.”

“Hi, I’m Jung Jaehyun. I’ll do my best,” he bowed.

It was a great 2 months with Jaehyun as your interning teammate. He helped the team a lot. He has a lot of good ideas and you liked how he managed every problem the team had. The team was working well until, of course until Jaehyun’s interning period was done and he got promoted.

The team congratulated him with sincerity and sadness as the manager pronounced that he will be moving to the international marketing division. Everyone is sad that once again, the ace in their team will be moving to the big popular division.

“Everyone, as a ceremony, I will treat you all beef tonight!”

That night was a blast, everyone congratulated him, blessed him, and also begged him not to forget them. After they left you both to go home, you looked at Jaehyun in the eyes.

“Hey, it was really nice working with you. Everybody knows that you’re a genius and a hardworking one. Once again, congratulations.”

“Y/n. There’s something I want to tell you.”

“Hm?”

“I enjoyed working with you, and hanging out with you. Do you want to go out with me?”

That was how you dated the soon-to-be popular man in the company. No one believed it, but you decided not to care, and chase your happiness for the great 2 years.

“Is this how you play?” You asked Jaehyun with teary eyes. You somehow dragged him to talk at the back of the office. And strangely, he looked disgusted. This is not how Jaehyun used to be.

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb, Jaehyun. You made a deal with her family, am I wrong?”

“I thought we talked about this already, I said we’re over, we’re not the same anymore, okay. I got busy with work you don’t even understand.”

“You know what, Jae, you’re a jerk.”

Without you both knowing, Taeyong was there listening.

You finished all the work with Taeyong’s help, and you’re glad that he waited for you to finish even though the office hours were over long ago. You smiled at Taeyong, about to offer him coffee when suddenly your phone rings.

“Hey mom, I was about to call you and tell dad-”

“Come here quick, you useless idiot! Your dad is passing away.”

You feel the whole world around you stopped.

“W-what?”

“Don’t ask for more and just prepare the funeral money, now.” You heard your mom sobs with all the swearing she has for you and you break down in tears.

Taeyong panicked, “H-hey, what happened? Is everything alright?”

“M-my father.. he’s passing away.”

“Let’s go. I’ll give you a ride.”

You both arrived at the hospital, as soon as you saw your sister in front of the funeral preparation room, you hugged your sister and looked at your mom who ignored your arrival.

“Hey, this is my friend, Taeyong. Can you buy us drinks while I talk to mom?” You looked at Taeyong, once again asking him for help. Taeyong nodded and bring your 10 years old sister to go with him.

“Mom, I’m sorry but this is all I have in my account.” You sob, looking down at your feet.

“None of this would’ve happened if you didn’t let the thief come in like an actual stupid human being, you useless bitch!”

“I’m sorry, mom. I’m really sorry.”

“I lost all of my money, and now I lost my husband... I really wish you were never born in the first place.”

You sob harder, as you nod weakly.

I wish the same too, mom.

You stayed at the funeral home, eyes swelling from tears and regret. You haven’t slept in two days, you eat less than you have before. There you are, in your black hanbok, serving every guest who mourn along with your family. Taeyong actually offered to stay and help, but you insisted that the team needs his help more than you need his help so he goes to the office like usual.

You really hope you can follow your dad along, because you feel like what your mom told you was right, that you are a useless daughter. You tried to fight those thoughts, but everything inside your head is a mess. Everything is falling apart, so why bother living?

And when you thought the world would help, Jung Jaehyun come with her glorious new girlfriend, Chaeyeon. Your mom of course feels happy to see him. But the look in her face changes when she noticed Chaeyeon’s hand locked in Jaehyun’s and she glared at you.

She must be thinking that I’m failing my life by breaking up with Jaehyun, you sigh.

“Good afternoon, ma’am. Deep condolences for you and your family.” Jaehyun bowed along with his girlfriend.

“Deep condolences for you maam, I’m Jaehyun’s fiancée.”

Your mother gulps, trying to give a grief smile to the pair, as she offers them to sit. You sigh before going to their table and offer them some drinks.

“Hey, what would you like to drink?”

“H-hey, y/n. Deep condolences for you and your family, and don’t bother serving us anything. Please feel better soon.” Jaehyun smiled with pity.

“I’ll bring you both tea.” You coldly leave for the small drink booth.

After a while, you come back with a tray of tea in your hands, and vaguely you hear,

“If only my first daughter is great, none of this would’ve happened, right? You’re such a good daughter, Chaeyeon. Your parents must be proud.”

You look at Jaehyun. He’s looking at your eyes with pity, and you don’t need that look from him. You feel embarrassed, you want to disappear at the moment, but somehow, you decided to put the cups on the table, until someone pulls you toward the door and make everyone stare.

You look up and meet Taeyong’s soothing eyes, and your walls are broken, just like that. Taeyong sigh and pulls you into his chest, wrapping his hand around you and make sure you feel safe. He has been thinking for a while, how could your own mother hate you as a human being, when all you need is just to be loved.

You sob in Taeyong’s chest, and all you can hear is, “Let it all out, love. I’m here for you.”

That’s all I ever wanted to hear.

“Jaehyun, I think it’s better if we leave,” Chaeyeon whispered.

Jaehyun nodded. He asked to leave awkwardly. After getting the nod from your mother, he holds Chaeyeon’s hand and leaves the funeral home. Passing the next room, his eyes catch you being hugged by Taeyong, and somehow his deepest corner in his heart protested, as if he should be the one comforting her like that at this moment. He sighed, and look away.

2 weeks after your father’s death, you cut every communication with your mother, but you secretly made a promise with your sister to give her a few but enough pocket money every week. You also decided to quit your job and move into a small town near Seoul. You had saved a little money to start a new journey as a florist. The people in town are romantic enough to buy your flowers every day. Everything is doing great, which felt like a blessing to you.

You also grow fond of Taeyong. He helped you a lot. From helping you move into your new small house to helping you build the small flower shop in your front porch. Sometimes he stayed until late so you both ended up cuddling until he left to go to work.

And now, here you both, enjoying coffee in a cafe near your flower shop, smiling at each other. “Hey, Taeyong. Sometimes, I wonder if you are an angel sent for me.”

“Pfft, what are you talking about.. are you possibly flirting with me right now?” He put both his hands on his cheeks, being acting all cute.

You giggle, “No, seriously. If I’m allowed to ask, why are you so kind to me? Even if I can’t repay all of your good deeds.”

Taeyong sigh, “It’s not a good deed, y/n. I have a reason.”

You look up at his eyes, “What is the reason?”

“I like you, y/n. No, I love you. So much. Seeing you cry and broken hurts me in a way that I don’t even understand. I just hate seeing you sad, and I’m happy when you’re happy too.”

You silently hold your cup, your eyelid stutters.

Taeyong notices your silence and he decides that he just got rejected.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to respond to it. I know you don’t feel the same way-”

You cut him off with a teary-eyed smile. “I think I know how to repay you.”

“What?”

“I have something to repay, my feelings for you,”

Taeyong’s eyes grow big and round, his lips stutter, “W-what do you mean? Y-you, feel the same way?”

You stand up and sit on the seat next to Taeyong, smiling while you put your hands on his cheeks, pulling him closer and put your lips on his. Taeyong couldn’t believe this would happen but he closes his eyes anyway, responding to the sweet kiss that he thought only existed in his dreams with you.

You both walked back to your house holding hands, happy as ever.

But your smile vanish as soon as you see someone standing in front of your porch. Jung Jaehyun, why is he here?

You look at Taeyong with a questioned look but Taeyong shakes his shoulders.

“Y/n. H-hi. You might be wondering how did I find your house, well... I-i asked your sister-”

You keep Taeyong’s hand in yours as you raised your eyebrow, “What are you doing here?”

Jaehyun looked at Taeyong as if he invaded their privacy.

You sigh, look at Taeyong, “Baby, can you wait inside?”

Taeyong nods and goes inside the house. You looked at Jaehyun. Strangely, there is no spark when you see his now guilty eyes, like you used to have.

“I tried my best to find your new house. I mean, I have a lot to say to you. But seeing that now, you’re living your best life, I-”

“Make it quick, Jaehyun. What do you have to say?”

“I regret what I’ve done to you. I honestly want to make you happy again, I want to pay back my mistake, I- do I stand a chance?”

You sigh, “I’m sorry, Jaehyun. But the only thing I agreed with you was, we don’t work out anymore. You hurt me so bad that seeing you again now somehow reopens my old wound.”

Jaehyun look down, “I should have known.”

“Where’s Chaeyeon?”

“We broke up, I’m not happy with her. I realized that after going to our apartment, I gathered my old things and I reminisced us, and thought, you are my true happiness.”

“You can’t play with women like that, Jaehyun. I hope you find your true love, like I found one. I hope you live happily, Jaehyun. Find your happiness.”

You go into your house, finding Taeyong who has been listening, and hug him tightly. “I love you.” You murmured against his chest.

Taeyong kissed your head, smiling. “I thought you’re leaving me for him.”

“I would never. Besides, we have to celebrate our first day.”

Hey, I hope you like it! 😊💚

[sseom-network]

-ˏˋ FREE TO ROLEPLAY ˊˎ-

- Ahn Hyejin / Hwasa (Mamamoo) - Ahn Hyojin / LE (EXID) - Jo Haseul (LOONA) - Kang Seulgi (Red Velvet) - Kim Chungha (Soloist) - Kim Donghan (Soloist) - Kim Doyeon (WekiMeki) - Kim Hongjoon (ATEEZ) - Kim Hyojung / Dawn (Soloist) - Kim Hyungseo / Bibi (Soloist) - Kim Hyunah / HyunA (Soloist) - Kim Hyunjung / SeolA (WJSN) - Kim Jiwoo / Chuu (LOONA) - Kim Jongin / Kai (EXO) - Kim Sehyoon / Wow (ACE) - Lee Chaelin / CL (Soloist) - Lee Chaeryeong (ITZY) - Lee Donghun (ACE) - Lee Dongmin / Cha Eunwoo (Astro) - Mark Lee (NCT) - Lee Minhyuk (BTOB) - Lee Saerom (Fromis_9) - Lee Sangyeon (The Boyz) - Lee Siyeon (Dreamcatcher) - Lee Seoyeon (Fromis_9) - Lee Seunga / Lee Mijoo (Lovelyz) - Lee Sunmi (Soloist) - Lee Taeyong (NCT) - Mark Tuan (GOT7) - Min Yoongi (BTS) - Mina Myoui (Twice) - Nakamoto Yuta (NCT) - Park Chaeyoung / Rosé (Blackpink) - Park Jisung (NCT) - Park Yuri (Model) - Fatou Samba (Black Swan) - Seo Youngho / Johnny (NCT) - Shin Ryujin (ITZY)

[metanoia-adventures]

Bias tag game:>

Rules: List 9 of your biases and let your mutuals decide if you have a type!

Okay!!! First of all I was tagged by my lovely wonderful friend @gaylligator which, thank you for tagging me cariño💜💜 second of all I love these peeps too much pls I cry.

Chan (Stray Kids)- listen I love him. He's absolutely incredible and talented and amazing. I'm literally that one Lady Gaga gif every time he is mentioned istg

Hyunwoo (Monsta X)- he's just... so nice? I love his personality and he's such a good leader and performer.

Hongjoong (ATEEZ) - listen this dude... this dude is so caring?? And funny?? And talented??? And pRETTY????

Kevin (The Boyz)- !!!!! This fuckin dude omfgggg. Y'all he is so funny- my sister and I quote his wacky ass iconic lines every day I'm not even joking. Not to mention he is extremely pretty and caring and his voice is so fucking nice to listen to😍

Matthew (Kard)- a solid dude. I think it's funny that me the ace has him as a bias, but what can you do lol

Taehyung (BTS)- I don't really listen to their stuff anymore, however, tae has a special place in my heart. His personality. His voice. Him. 10/10

Hyejin (Mamamoo)- She's so beautiful I cry!! Her solo album had me crying and dancing at the same time??? Her power, wow.

Jackson (GOT7)- he is hilarious and so so caring and talented and I love him

Ten (NCT/WAYV/SUPERM)- He is me and I am him. And he is just.... an Incredible dancer oh my god

Okay so I am going to tag @violetcherryblossoms @hanniiesuckle17 @dnceracha @gotseventeens and @moonlit-han

Most of you don't follow me but I thought this would be something fun and I love your blogs so... enjoy? (Y'all do not have to do it though!!)

[blacksurvivalnostalgichanges]

(Playing cards)

Daniel:(shows card) Ace of spades.

Emma:(slamming down an uno card) +4 bitches!

Eleven:(drawing a Pokemon card) Pikachu! I choose you!!!

Daniel:(pushing out two magic the gathering cards) Alright, I’m going to tap my two swamps, and play my meandering river card to cast magic missle at Eleven’s diamond axe.

Eleven:Shoot!

Hyejin:(clutching fifteen mismatched cards) WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD ARE WE PLAYING?!

[bcywithlxv]

Wishlist~!

Bueno, yo veía que todos lo hacían, yo solo quiero ser popular (?). Okno, aquí abajo les dejo una lista de relaciones que busco tanto para mis musos canon animados, como para mis ocs de fc real. ¡Espero que alguien se anime~! <3

Ivlis (Mogeko -- Deep Sea Prisoner)

Cualquiera que se lo quiera garchar, básicamente (?)

Lance McClain (Voltron: Legendary Defenders)

Shirogane ‘Shiro’ Takashi

Keith Kogane

Eijun Sawamura (Daiya no Ace)

Chris Yuu Takigawa

Shinichi Kudo (Detective Conan)

Kaito Kuroba

Heiji Hattori

Ahora, para los OC’s de FC Real, en negrita los personajes que ya tengo, busco:

Kim NamJoon x Kim SeokJin (Kang MinJoon)

Kim TaeHyung (Park JaeMin) x Jeon JungKook

Kim TaeHyung (Park JaeMin) x Park JiMin

Lee SunMi (Min HyeJin) x Abierto a opciones (?)

[ace-angel-judas]

Squirt Of The Moment

Pairing: Mark/Hyejin

Series: NCT XX Additional Unit AU

Genre: SMUT. FILTH.

Synopsis: Mark and Hyejin's first time.

“Mark, will you fuck me?”

The question catches Mark off guard as he looked up from his phone, at Hyejin who was standing in front of her closet. She was searching through her clothes, trying to find something for their date tonight.

“Yeah..,” Mark answered slowly, “Why are you asking?”

Hyejin looked at him, smiling, “Because I’ve never had sex before,”

Now that also caught him off guard, brows furrowed together. Hyejin wrote a lot of sex songs, if he had to guess, she was more experienced than he was.

“Really?” He questioned, “Have you done anything with a guy?”

“I’ve been a trainee since I was twelve,” Hyejin explained, “I’ve only kissed and made out with guys,”

Mark swallowed thickly, his dick was already getting hard as he shifted slightly on Hyejin’s bed. She was in a long shirt and a pair of underwear, nothing to hide the smooth skin of her thighs that Mark loved so much.

“I’ll do it now, if you want,”

Hyejin was all to eager as she rushed over to the bed, a large smile on her face. Mark laughed at her cuteness, as she bounced on the bed and pressed their lips together.

They had made out before, Mark’s hands grabbing the back of her neck while Hyejin held onto his arms. He was pulling away all too quickly, making Hyejin whine.

She didn’t expect his teeth to graze over her neck, a moan escaping her lips as Mark’s hands are pulling the shirt up and over her body.

They’d seen each other naked before but the way Hyejin’s tits bounced as he pulled the shirt off made his cock pulse. As soon as his hands ghosted over her skin, Hyejin flinched back.

“There sensitive..,” She whispered.

“Really?” Mark smirked, his thumbs ghosting over her hardened nips.

Hyejin gasped, Mark chuckling to himself as he took one of the nipples in his mouth and began to suck. She was squirming on top of him, fingers brushing through his hair as they fell backwards on the bed.

Once he pulled back, Mark was already pulling the thin panties off her body and tossing them somewhere in the room.

“Is this alright, babe?”

Hyejin only nods, her cheeks are already flushed a deep red colour and her shoulders have a faint blush over them. Mark’s trying to to be gentle, as gentle as he can be.

Two fingers are pressed deep into her wet pussy, slowly gliding in and out while his other hand is gripping her thigh, looking down at the scene he’s created.

She’s squirming and gasping with each stroke, an all too innocent look on her face that almost makes Mark laugh. Where was the same girl that rapped about cyber sex and sixty nines?

“I didn’t think you’d be a virgin,” Mark cooed softly as he started to gently rub her clit.

Hyejin only lets out a long, shaky breath while her hands grabbed his arm.

“I w-watch a lot of p-porn..,” Hyejin moaned out, “Mark..,”

A whine left her lips as Mark pulled his hand away, his middle finger and ring finger dripping with her juices. He groaned at the way her thighs squished together, trying to gain some friction on her soaked pussy.

Hyejin watched as he stripped his sweatpants away, his cock bouncing free and already dripping pre-cum. It made her mouth water with delight, licking her lips as she sat up.

Mark didn’t get a word in before his dick was down Hyejin’s throat, a delightful moan leaving her chest as her eyes rolled shut. A string of incoherent words left his lips as she bobbed her head for a moment, ass wiggling in the air as she slurped at his dick.

“F-fuck..,” He rasped out.

Pulling away, her tongue lapped up the pre-cum with eagerness, “I like the way you taste..,”

He almost came right then and there, instead pushing her back on the bed and stroking his dick with the left over saliva from her sucking. Hyejin whined, trying to sit back up before Mark was looming over her, smirking.

“Think again, princess,” He whispered, “You said you wanted to be fucked,”

Another shiver ignited through Hyejin’s body.

The tip of his cock was slightly rubbing against her folds, the sensitivity making Hyejin moan and squirm. Mark only stopped for a moment, brows furrowed.

“Jinnie, we don’t have condoms..,” Mark whispered.

“I’m on birth control..,” Hyejin whined, “All the girls are..,”

Relief flooded through Mark’s system, the tip of his cock pressing back against her folds. It took a moment before he pressed in, slowly, watching as Hyejin squirmed slightly.

Mark was surprised once he was pressed all the way in her walls, at the pleasured look on Hyejin’s face.

“It doesn’t hurt?” Mark asked as he peppered kisses over her face.

“No,” Hyejin mumbled, “It’s a new feeling but it doesn’t hurt..,”

He stayed still for a moment, letting out a deep breath as he took in the sensation. Her pussy was gripping him tight, velvety walls felt like heaven.

The movements started slowly, his cock pumping in and out of her tight pussy. Hyejin let out small moans, her hands resting on Mark’s shoulders as he held her thighs.

“More..,” Hyejin whined.

Mark picked up the pace, the bed starting to shake as he fucked her. Hyejin was a whining mess, her nails dragging down his shoulder to his chest.

“You feel so good..,” Mark panted, “So, so good..,”

Hyejin met his lips, a feverish heat over taking the both of them as they fought for dominance with their lips. Mark eventually pulled away, only for Hyejin to latch her lips onto his neck.

It wasn’t the first time she’d given him a hickey but something about this felt so much better, her lips suckling on the sensitive skin as she moaned underneath him.

One of his hands moved from her thigh, starting to fondle one of her breasts in his hand. Hyejin cried out when he rubbed the budded nipple between his fingers, already feeling her orgasm building.

“M-mark..!” Hyejin cried out, “Mark, I’m gonna cum!”

He didn’t respond, instead picking up the pace and pounding into her warm walls. It didn’t take long for Hyejin to cry out in pleasure, her push tightening around his cock as she came.

Mark followed soon after, cock pressed deep as he filled her with his hot seed. Hyejin was shaking slightly as Mark sat up on his knees, eyes going wide.

They were both covered with her wetness, coating in thighs and lower stomach along with Hyejin.

“I..um..,” Hyejin could barely get the words out, “I squirt when I..,”

Mark chuckled at her, the slight embarrassment on her face making him kiss her forehead.

“It’s alright,” Mark whispered, “I’ll go get stuff to clean us up,”

Hyejin nodded slowly, she was already hazy and ready for a well deserved nap. Mark slipped off the bed, looking around before groaning. His sweats had been on the bed and as a result, went swimming as well.

“There’s towels in my cupboard..,” Hyejin whispered.

He opened the door, looking at the bright pink towels.

Good thing it was only Chenle home.

[tartxglia]

Heaven's Sin - Chapter 3

Pairing: Felix x Reader

Genre: Fallen Angel AU

Words: 4,906

Warnings: bit of sexual tension

Summary: You didn’t mean your declaration of major as Mythology in college to be an invitation for the supernatural to enter your life, but here you were. In just the first year of college alone, you’re knee deep in the drama of the Dark and Light sides of the supernatural world, and falling head first in love with Lee Felix, an enigmatic fallen angel."

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You saved me that night. You're that angel I saw–my angel with the beautiful white wings. Aren't you?”

Fuck. So you had seen him that night. He had thought it was just a coincidence–meeting your eyes like that when humans can’t see Guardian Angels–but he supposed he shouldn’t be surprised about it. Not anymore, not when he now knew things he didn’t used to know back then. But these things he has to keep to himself–for now at least. And he’d be damned if he told you everything now. It was time, the other boys always told him and he agreed, but it wasn’t time for this. Not yet. The longer you remained in the dark about stuff like this; concerning you, him, and every dangerous baggage that he dragged with him, the safer you’d be.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Felix finally replies, his voice just loud enough to be heard by the two of you. He opens his eyes to see your form bent over his, hands resting on the armrests of the single leather couch he sat on, and your face positioned right above his. He lifts his head up, the motion bringing his face closer to yours and despite the racing hearts that both of you had–yes he could hear it, he's always heard the way your heart stutters and breath hitches around him–neither of you backed down first. “I’ve never met you before, you must be mistaken.”

Your face scrunches up, your eyebrows furrowed together and your mouth in a frown, as you watch this guy spout lie after lie. Did he really think you were dumb enough to believe his words? That you’d fall for his charms and words like every other student in this school?

“No.” You barely catch the flicker of surprise that passes through his eyes, but it’s gone too quickly and his confident demeanour returns. He cocks an eyebrow and holy fuck he looks really hot and this minimal distance doesn’t help but god damn it Y/N don’t get distracted. “No, you don’t get to dictate what I see is real, and what isn't. Who do you think you are telling me that what I saw was a lie? I know for a fact that it was you who saved me that night, from–from whatever that was chasing me in the dark. And I also know for a fact that you had wings."

Felix's features morph into a jeering smirk and you think that's probably the closest to a smile you'll see on his face. "Are you hearing yourself right now?" He scoffs and you're so close to him that you feel the breeze of his exhaled breath. "It was dark, you didn't see clearly."

“No, I know what I saw," your voice is unwavering and at this point, you're borderline irritated by Felix's stubbornness, but you continue softly. "Listen, Felix, I'm a Mythology major. All this Gods, Angels, Demons bullshit? I study them, I believe in them thanks to you who I saw that night. So you can confide in me, yeah? You don't have to worry about me running off thinking you're crazy or something. Trust me–"

You stop mid-sentence in shock as Felix suddenly gets up from the couch, instinctively making you back up to keep some distance. A gasp gets caught in your throat as he switches your positions, and before you know it, he's pushed you down onto the couch instead. The impact forces out a breath of shock from you while Felix leans forward, using the armrests to support his weight just as you did. You shrink back into the couch in submission to the intimidating aura he now exuded, your eyes meeting his to find that they were a shimmering golden. 

"Y/N,” the sound of his gruff voice saying your name sends a chill down your spine and you don’t know whether to find it intimidating, attractive or both. “Leave me alone. You’re better off keeping your associations with me to a minimum. So, mind your own business because as far as I’m concerned, what I am is none of your business.” 

His eyes are narrowed as he looks down at you who is entranced by the gorgeous gleam of his golden eyes. Neither of you are talking but the sound of light panting is deafening as both you and Felix feel jittery from the small space between the two of you. Your heart thunders in your chest, the beating sound travelling all the way up to your own ears, as you stare back at Felix who seems to be getting closer. Felix hears the synchronised thrumming of his own and your hearts and he can’t help but feel drawn towards his soulmate. 

God, you were so alluring. Everything about you drove him crazy–the way your heart seemed to beat in sync with his, the soft tingles every time he touched you, the natural scent of you that wrapped around him and made him crave you. Seeing your innocent doe eyes stare up at him like that had him feeling all sorts of things. Of course it was you, his soulmate, who stood up to him. But seeing you submissive to the fallen angel aura he exuded in dominance gave him all the satisfaction and more. He hid it well, but you had him wrapped around your finger and it pained him to distance himself from you. To push you away despite every opportunity he has to get closer to you, to see you so close yet still so far. He knows it’s his own doing but if he’s endured two whole years then he can endure a few more until that inevitable day finally comes around when he can no longer keep you in the dark. 

He watches you in a trance, drowning in your eyes, the scent of you, the thrill of having you mere centimetres away from him. He sees your eyes flicker downward for a moment as they steal a glance of his lips and it breaks the spell. Suddenly he’s aware of the diminishing space between the two of you, the hazy look in your eyes as you’re drawn to him just as he was to you. In the blink of an eye, he’s pulled away from you and straightened himself up. He watches you blink away the haze of being close to your soulmate, registering his form now standing tall over you and the way his eyes narrowed into a final glare before he walked away in long, fast strides.

The sound of the dance studio door slamming shut makes you jump in shock, your head feeling a lot clearer now that Felix wasn’t around to make your thoughts run a mile a minute. You come to your senses and realise the mess Felix had made of you simply by being so close to you; your racing heartbeat, your panting, the fading tingling of your birthmark, and the haze lifting from your mind. Had he just nearly kissed you? Was he moving towards you or were you moving towards him? You didn’t know. You stay sitting on the couch as you collect yourself, thinking over what just happened when something Felix said jumps out at you. "What I am is none of your business." He had worded it as though he's something other than a human–"What I am". Intentional or not, Lee Felix had just let it slip to you that he might just not be a regular human. 

You only had one class after lunch, and that passed by in the blink of an eye, so your day ended a lot earlier than Hyejin who still had a 4pm class. With it still being just past two in the afternoon, you decided to head to the library–to do your readings or to procrastinate you’d find out soon. The college library had a very aesthetic look of browns and beige or anything that would match with wood. There were open study spaces with chairs, tables and couches, as well as group study rooms. The library always had the AC on–something about preventing humidity damage to the books–but they always made it borderline freezing. The chilled temperature of the library raises goosebumps all over your arms but you pay no mind, looking for an empty space in the sea of heads. 

It doesn’t take long for you to get settled in; you found a comfy spot nestled deep in the mass of studying students, pulled out your laptop and pair of earphones and you were set. You started off doing readings for your other classes but the clacking as you typed up your notes slowly faded away as you found yourself getting lost in your own thoughts. Ever since lunch and all throughout your second and last class of the day you’d been thinking about Felix. The close proximity, the way he’d make your heart race without failure, and what he said to you. Before you knew it, your fingers were automatically gliding over the keyboard and you were looking into angels, demons, anything both heavenly and sinful. 

The concept of Gods, Angels, Fallen Angels, and Demons have existed in every culture with some variation. Usually linked with religion, they’ve been depicted in all forms ranging from literary texts like the bible or fictional novels to visual modes like art and movies. It’s hard to find someone who doesn’t know what an Angel is–for good reason. These mythological beings seem to have existed since mankind has been able to deal with abstract concepts, and the history of them is a long one. You’d know–being a Mythology major and all–and this wasn't your first time doing research on such creatures either. The whole time, two memories ran through your head; the glimpse of Felix with white wings during high school summer and your lunchtime memory of the sunlight painting a dark wing silhouette on Felix. Yes, he could be any mythological winged creature but you had almost full confidence that he was an Angel. Why his wing seemed dark you didn’t know, but you’d find out. And for that, despite his warnings, you needed to get close to him and what better way than the Mythology class assignment?

You were so engrossed into your laptop, reading up on the history and anthropology of Angels, that you didn’t notice a figure who briefly paused behind you before walking away. Changbin had also finished all his classes for the day and had been spending his time productively as he waited for the rest of his friends to finish their classes. On his way out the library, he walked past your table and peeked over your shoulder. He saw your many tabs on Angels on the laptop, the notebook sprawled open with additional notes on your table. His eyebrows naturally arched as he observed your curiosity and dedication to your major, but he moved on quickly so as to not appear suspicious nor get caught peeking by you.

Outside the library, he headed over to the decided meeting spot at the cafe located within the campus. He could hear Minho from a whole corridor away, preaching about the cute photos of the new kitten he’d recently adopted. Turning the corner, he could see everyone already there–Felix, Woojin, and Minho–but his focus was only on one.

“She knows, doesn’t she?” Changbin raises the vague question once he’s close enough and it has the whole group quieten their chatter to focus on him. They all turn to face him, especially Felix who tensed at the question.

“Who is this ‘she’?” Woojin asks in response, his head tilting to the side in curiosity. He traces Changbin’s gaze over to Felix who stares back expressionless. 

“She suspects it, yeah,” Felix shrugs.

“And you don’t wanna tell her?”

“Look–” 

“No, Felix, this is the perfect opportunity.” Minho jumps into the conversation. “I’ve spent two whole years with her, she’s been obsessed with all this Angels stuff ever since she saw you. Now that she suspects it isn’t it easier to break the ice?”

Felix sighs in exasperation, he couldn’t explain how many times he’s had this conversation with the boys before. “I’ve told you before, I wanna keep her as safe as possible,” Changbin opens his mouth to interject but Felix rushes his response knowing what his older friend would say. “I am the danger. We are the danger. You can’t argue with that. Even if it’s only a matter of a few more weeks, I want to postpone this as much as possible.” The boys fall into silence, thinking over Felix’s valid point that they refused to wholly accept.

“What if we train her?” It doesn’t take much for Woojin’s voice to be heard in the silence, each of his friends looking over at him strangely. “We train her to be ready for the danger–whatever you feel this danger is.” 

Minho jumps at Woojin’s suggestion, a metaphorical lightbulb going off on top of his head as he excitedly nods, “That could work–“

“No.” Felix is adamant with his refusal.

“Felix, she’s a fighter. It would be second nature to her. Think about it, we know a bit about what she is, we can train her to use her–“

“God dammit Minho don’t you want to keep her safe too?!” Felix’s exclamation is powerful given the deep bass nature of his voice, “You spent two years being friends–no, best friends–with her, don’t you care about her? Want to keep her as far away from any danger as possible?” 

Minho has a hurt expression as he stares back at Felix in shock of his accusation. The innocent meet-up had quickly turned the atmosphere tense and all of the four present Fallen Angels could sense it.

“We just want to help you, Felix, that’s all we’ve ever done–it’s why we came all this way right?” Woojin runs a hand through his hair in frustration but his voice remains calm. The rest of the boys had confronted Felix about this many times. Felix always opposed, he didn’t want these things touching you even with a 10-foot pole. And though every part of him craved to be with you, he learnt to distance himself from you to keep you safe. Meanwhile, the other boys firmly believed in telling you everything, all the fucked up situations that lead them to this mess and all the secrets people had been keeping from you. You and Felix were soulmates for fuck’s sake, as much as they’d hate to admit it, they’d rather the two of you be playing tonsil hockey or something rather than hating each other.

“You don’t get it,” Felix is shaking his head in denial, standing strong with his stance on this argument.

“Damn right, I don’t get it.” Minho’s voice has a sudden fit of anger behind it, and Changbin is quick to place a firm grip on his shoulder. “If I were you, and if that was my soulmate right there, I would have long since confessed everything. To hell if there’s some looming danger, I’d spend every moment with my soulmate. I’d protect them and I’d train them–have faith that they can handle it.”

“This is my way of protecting Y/N,” the aura is tense as Felix and Minho both take on their supernatural demeanours as a natural grapple for domination. “Y/N is my soulmate, I’ll tell her when I want to. You can do whatever the fuck you want with your soulmate–if you even find them that is.” Felix snarls the last sentence in Minho’s face, the harsh reality of the situation being a trigger as Minho prepares to lunge at his younger friend only to be held back by Changbin. 

“That was uncalled for, Felix.” A hand is placed on Felix’s chest in warning and he traces it back to find Woojin’s stern expression. “We’re happy that you’ve found your soulmate–we really are–and regardless of how we argue now, we’ll always have your back. But that’s crossing the line and you know it.”

Minho relaxes in Changbin’s hold, his body free of the previous tension. Similarly, Felix also takes a deep breath and tones down his aura, the air thinning out as a result. Realisation hits and Felix’s shoulders droop in disappointment as it finally registers to him what he had just said.

“Oh god, Minho I’m so sorry,” Felix groans, his voice a lot softer to convey his sincere feelings. “Guys, you know I don’t mean it like that. I love all of you, I really do, and I can’t explain how thankful I am that you guys are helping me and my soulmate through this. I’m sorry.” His head drops, his gaze now focused on the concrete floor of the cafe. His figure suddenly seems to shrink, his aura much smaller compared to just minutes ago and his older friends are quick to soften up and accept the apology. A pat on the back has Felix looking, his eyes meeting with Changbin and Minho’s who have now moved closer to him and Woojin. A look is passed, especially between Minho and Felix, and the boys know that whatever tension they had just minutes ago was nonexistent. 

“Let’s go home?” Changbin says with a final pat on Felix's back as he helps his younger friend gather his bags.

“Let’s go home. I have another Mario Kart race to win against Felix,” Minho’s voice is light and teasing as he quickly slips away outside of Felix’s range. Changbin and Woojin can only laugh, as they watch Felix chase down Minho down the hallway.

You woke up to the blaring sound of your alarm the next day, unwillingly dragging yourself out of bed to get ready. It was only the second day of college and you already felt dead, great. You used to get up at super early in the morning for high school for five days a week, now even getting up for a 9 AM class every other day seemed like torture–this is what your sleep schedule has come to. Nonetheless, you begrudgingly drag yourself to your 9 AM lecture like a brain-dead zombie with the latest bop playing through your earphones. Surprisingly, even despite your earphones blasting an upbeat EDM tune into your ears, you can hear it–the constant chattering and fawning. Over who? The Big Four boys of course, you could see the back of Felix’s blonde hair bounce with every step he took as he walked across the pathway cutting through the campus garden. He walked without care, as if he didn’t have girls fawning over him, just making the trek towards his first class of the day with his head lightly bopping to the tune his wireless Beats earphones played. 

Seeing him brought you back to yesterday afternoon at the library as you hunched over the table, like every other student sitting beside you, researching myths and legends of Angels and all such affiliated creatures. He looked as ethereal as always, the sun rays hitting every sharp angle of his face perfectly, painting him in the most sinfully ethereal way. It was a wonder how everybody else hadn’t noticed it yet, they all just seemed to accept that men as gorgeous as Woojin, Minho, Changbin, and Felix were human. But you knew better. You were sure Felix was an Angel of some sorts, and considering the close friendship he shared with Woojin, Minho, and Changbin, you presumed it was safe to assume that they were like him. 

You had spent the whole night thinking about this, connecting all the dots and rethinking every moment you’d spent with Minho. Logically, it made sense. Minho had always been the kind of guy to be extra careful as if he was always hyperaware of his surroundings, constantly keeping a look out. He had also willingly approached you and Hyejin as if he had a purpose, sparking up a conversation and a soon-to-be deeper relationship. What his purpose was remained a mystery to you but you’d find out. It had taken a while for everything to sink in, to consider the fact that one of your best friends was hiding a big part of him from you and you wondered if anything was ever real to Minho. But you’d deal with Minho later because first you had to deal with Felix. You had a point to prove, and you also had a boy to chase down.

You hurried along the same path that Felix took just moments ago, your footsteps not as calm as his were as you attempted to catch up with him. You took the same stairs up, turning a corner and coming to a stop just a few steps away from the campus cafe. Surprisingly, a select brave few of those who admired Felix from afar had approached him. You took a few more steps forward, pretending as though you were heading to the display case full of various sandwiches, salads, and muffins. 

"--same Mythology class, right?" The girl standing in front of Felix could barely hold eye contact with him, her eyes would constantly flutter around his face and her hands kept moving in nervous gestures. "I uh was wondering if you wanted to do the Myth assignment together? Prof said we could work in pairs or groups and I thought maybe we could work together? Over a cup of coffee or something?" She flashes Felix a shy smile, her body naturally leaning forward towards him. Meanwhile Felix didn't stray from his usual controlled expression; his face didn't twitch, his eyes never faltered, frankly you were impressed that this girl could still smile with Felix looking at her like that. You'd give her credit for that at least. 

Finally, you hear Felix let out a sigh–not the exasperated one but also not the bored one. It kind of lingered in between, a vague grey area, and it had even you leaning towards the two of them in anticipation. “Sorry, I already started working on it on my own.” For a moment there, the side of your mouth naturally twitched up, a brief feeling of satisfaction filling you before you pushed it away. What was that about?

Continuing to stand in front of the display case, you side-eyed the girl who now seemed to shrink in size at his response. She stammers out an “it’s okay” and “don’t worry about it” before she hurries off. 

“He always does that,” the familiar sound of Hyejin’s voice beside you makes you jump in shock and you face her with a hand on your chest. At your look of disturbance, she continues, “Reject group work invitations, that is.”

“I wasn’t wondering.”

“Of course you weren’t.” Hyejin shuffles past you, talking with the cafe cashier to order a cup of coffee and a blueberry muffin. “He tends to just stick with his own circle of friends, won’t work with just anyone else.”

You follow Hyejin as she moves to the counter, your body turns opposite to her and you lean on the countertop. “You sure know a lot even though you’re just a freshman, huh?”

Hyejin just shrugs, giving you a side glance before smirking. You’d make a bitchy comment but your eyes catch another girl walking up to Felix. She was different, she was confident in her walk as she approached Felix who in turn seemed to hold her gaze. Her aura held a certain power, part of which stemmed from the confidence she held. Hands down, she was gorgeous. Her long hair fell in perfect waves, seemingly air brushed to frame her small face in the most alluring way. Every feature of her seemed to be crafted by God’s hand himself as you failed to find even the slightest flaw in her. Since you had followed Hyejin to the counter, you now stood too far to hear the conversation between Felix and the new girl. You could only see her lips move, as she talked, and Felix’s head bobbing in response. Wait–he was responding?!

“What about her?” You direct Hyejin’s attention to the girl now conversing with Felix with a nod of your head.

“That’s Minji,” Hyejin stands beside you now with her coffee in her hand. “The Big Four don’t just stay within themselves, there have a few other friends too.”

You can only watch from afar as Minji and Felix engage in a conversation, both mutually responsive and invested in each other. You had yet to see Felix interacting with anyone outside of his close-knit group of three other boys. Now he was chatting it up with a girl? You were shocked to say the least, this was the last thing you expected to see first thing in the morning. 

Your line of vision is blocked off by a blueberry muffin placed right in front of your face. Your eyes find Hyejin who is extending the muffin to you in a silent solace. By the look on your face, Hyejin already knew how you were feeling. But did you?

The previously silent bathroom was suddenly filled with the sound of giggling and light chatter when a groups of girls walked in. You were in one of the cubicles, doing your own business, when they walked in. They were loud and seemed to be excitedly discussing something–probably gossip–and you can only roll your eyes. Just when you had decided to exit the cubicle and make your presence known, one of the girl speaks up. 

"So Minji, we saw you chatting it up with Felix this morning, what was that about?" The query ends with some light giggling and teasing before Minji finally responds. 

"Ah you know, we were just catching up." Wow, even her voice was the perfect mixture of soft and seductive. 

"I heard a lot of the girls were thinking of asking Felix to work with them for the Myth assignment." The first voice speaks again. 

"Are you gonna ask him to work with you, Minji?" A second voice makes itself known. So there were three of them–you nearly snort out loud at the cliche. 

"Of course," Minji's voice is as confident as ever, and your mind practically imagines her flipping her long curls as she responded. "I'm the one he's most likely to work with, he's not gonna partner up with any of them."

"Ooh~ Minji's getting ready for battle. Felix is one lucky boy huh?" One of her two sidekicks sing-songs. You hear a hum of approval–from Minji probably–before all three burst into cheeky giggles again. 

God, does this girl not have an end to her self-confidence? She'd crossed the line into narcissistic a long time ago but this was a new low. You felt a burning anger grow in your chest as you heard the three of them chatter on, every other sentence an innuendo that pushed you to your limit. You couldn't allow Minji to pounce onto Felix, you wouldn't let that happen. You had your own plans with him, you had a whole mythological identity of is to uncover you didn't have time for some flirty bimbo to get in the way. 

You slammed the cubicle door open as you stomped out, heading to the sink where the three girls stood. They shuffled over to one end but didn't give you a second look after that and it had you fuming even more. After quickly washing your hands, you left the bathroom in a hurry as you headed over to your second class of the day–Mythology. 

Seeing as it was only a few minutes before class began, you weren't surprised to find the class already half full. People were shuffling in and out the door, moving up and down to find their seats. Pushing the thought of the many peering eyes away, you continued on your way towards Felix. Since your seat was next to him, it seemed convenient enough that you'd approach his direction. You were still a good stretch away from him but he had already made you nervous–your heart fluttering, your breaths quickened, your mind a mess. All your mind could do was keep replaying that moment in the dance studi; the two of you practically a hair's width away, so close you could feel the other's breath fan across your faces, your lips about to graze. It didn't help that Felix looked so good. Again. He had on a thin grey hoodie underneath with a brown leather jacket on top and black jeans. It was a casual look but oh the things it made you feel should be illegal. 

Your brief moment of distraction is cut short when you finally find yourself standing in front of Felix instead of sliding into your seat next to him. You get a sense of deja-vu as you place your hands on his table, a light smack sounding from the hit. It's loud enough to get his attention and a few others around the two of you but not loud enough to disrupt the whole class. You lean forward when Felix looks up at you, meeting your gaze head-on. His face as controlled as ever but his eyes, you could see them shine in hidden excitement as he waited for your next move.

"Felix, be my partner for the Myth assignment." 

Your voice is clear and confident, and Felix's expression cracks to let slip a small smirk. 

Taglist: @cheriehyuck @xnxxdlesx @minhos-boo @ooppssiiee

[oldsouls123-blog]

Date night w/ Johnny 💕

Genre : Fluff

Pairing : Johnny Seo X non-idol!female

Rated : PG 13

Warning : none

Word count : 2.2k

I was trying to call Johnny but all of my calls went straight to voicemail. Here I was, wandering in search of my boyfriend because it was our monthly date night. Yes, “monthly”. We are too busy to hang out any more frequently.

You see, my boyfriend is Johnny Suh of NCT. Between practices, performing, learning choreographies, he steals these tiny moments and stretches them out to make room for “us”.

I halted in my tracks, my phone still pressed close to my ear. There was my man. Dressed in all black outfit complete with a hoodie, denim jacket and black nikes. His mouth mask was pulled on and his snapback was pulled low to hide his chocolate brown eyes. There was no way the paparazzi could identify him. He was facing the convenience store. The blue light illuminated his silhouette, there was no doubt it was Johnny. I confidently sneaked up behind him and placed my palms on his shoulders and whispered “Suh, what are you doing here?”

Johnny was startled for a split second. I let my hands fall and entangle with his warm ones. His hands are usually cold but they weren’t so now. He turned around laughing, his eyes turning the shape of crescent moons. He brushed my hair away from my eyes as we both giggled. I took a step back, still holding his hands. “Your “forbidden date night” outfit is on point, as always. Even I could not recognize you if it hadn’t been for your worn out nikes!” He pulled his mask down and smiled down at me. He closed the distance between us. “I do not want to get caught but you’re worth the risk”. “Jesus Johnny, who has been teaching you these cheesy pick-up lines?!”

Johnny laughed and tugged at my hand saying,” Come on, the ramyun is calling our name” We entered the brightly lit convenience store which was in stark contrast with the night. We both walked towards the ready-to-eat foods’ aisle. Johnny scanned through the same old ramyun flavours. We had practically eaten each one of the flavours. My eyes fell upon the top shelf where a lone Benton Box was sitting. Those were usually not in stock at this time of the night as they were consumed by the people with a 9to5 job. I tried to reach it but failed, no wonder it had not been bought. I called out,” Hey J, can you get me that Benton box over there?”. I had to be careful to not shout out his name in public. After we had both cooked and settled down with our dinner, a few girls entered the shop. My eyes went wide and I pulled Johnny’s hoodie up. He got the sign and nearly buried his face in his bowl of ramyun. The girls left giggling, having bought some questionable things. I looked out of the window just to make sure there were no more shoppers. We then continued eating. These frights were getting really predictable for us to pay any mind.

“I am pretty sure you won’t be able to finish that, Suh”

“If you want some, just ask for it, silly”

“Feed me. I want to feel like those pampered girlfriends”

“ And you were saying I am getting cheesy”

He gingerly fed me a forkful of ramyun. The cheesy sauce dripped down my chin. “Mr. Suh, you’re supposed to wipe my chin. Haven’t you seen K-Dramas?”

Johnny laughed as I wiped my own chin. I saw his hand reaching towards me. “Do not tell me you were actually going to do that” and we broke into a firt of giggles.

Johnny pulled up his hoodie and mouth mask before we left the store and walked towards our next destination – the Han river. I tried to adjust Johnny’s hoodie so I could see his eyes and sighed unintentionally.

“I wish you did not have to work so hard to be with me, Johnny” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Johnny looped one around my shoulders and I leaned my head onto his shoulders. He did not say anything, I was not expecting him to. He pulled out his iPod and headphones from his pocket and handed me one of the earplugs and I stuffed them in my right ear. He pressed shuffle on the iPod.

The first beat was the sound of crickets. We both smiled as Seoul by RM played on. It had easily become our favourite song.

The song wasn’t meant for couples but it did speak of romance. Romance with the city of Seoul. Seoul was neither mine nor Johnny’s hometown but every time we heard the song, we felt closer to this place. Closer to one another.

By the time the chorus was playing, we had reached the Yeouido Hangang Park which offered a beautiful view of the Han river.

We sat on one of the park benches, away from the streetlights. The park was empty and silent. I checked my phone, it was 12:32am. Everything was peaceful; the moonlight and streetlights cast their light on the calm Han river. The water appeared pitch black at night, attempting to swallow all the light that fell on it.

“You know Johnny, if love and hate are the same words, I love you”

“Okay now you’re putting me on the rack! I guess I will have to sing the wrong lyrics.

If love and hate are the same words then I love you too, Hyejin”

He looked deeply into my eyes, a sweet smile playing on his lips. The moonlight illuminated his features. He was practically glowing. The wind ruffled his hair and yet he looked like a prince and I thought, how did I get so lucky?

I caught myself staring as Johnny smirked, “Take a picture, why don’t you?” I was too embarrassed to say something back so I propped up my feet and lay my head on his laps.

“Do you mind, Suh?”

“It is not as if you’re going to remove your head”

“Just say you don’t mind it and go.”

He laughed and ruffled my bangs as I looked up to admire his features some more. We enjoyed the silence, the cool wind, the sound of water lapping and the warmth of each other’s body.

We put in the earplugs after some time and pressed shuffle. The first song that started playing was Red Flavour by Red Velvet.

“Yah Johnny, you know the choreography to this right? Show me some of your moves”

Johnny groaned and gave me the look.

“Oh come on, nobody is here! If you’ll show me some moves, I will dance to Boss by NCT”

Hearing my proposal, Johnny got up and did some of the moves without any hint of awkwardness. He is a natural dancer. I wrapped him up in a big hug as soon as he finished. He buried his head into the crook of my neck, embarrassed.

“Come on, you’re so good honey!”

He just hugged me tighter. I broke the embrace to show him some of my own moves. I did the powerful steps of Boss as well as I could. I knew I could never match Johnny but that did not stop me from trying. When I finished, Johnny was still laughing, he did not even try to hide it. I playfully punched his shoulder.

“Johnny, stop it!”

“What?! I never said it was bad! I am laughing because you’re so good!”

“Come on now, it is already 2am. Drop me home.” I said as I tried to wrestle him to make him stop laughing.

Johnny wore his mask and hat again. I do not remember initiating it but we were holding hands as we left the park.

His hands were big and warm in contrast to the chilly winter night. All I could focus on was the sensation of his soft warm hands until we took a turn.

Wait. Why were we heading towards the SM building. I stopped in my tracks.

“Suh, are you not going to walk me home?”

“You keep saying we don’t spend time together. Let us go to the dorm and watch that movie you were saying. “Conjuring” right?”

“Johnny, what do you mean? If we get caught you know what that means right?” The worst thoughts were crossing my mind.

“You trust me right? Just move through the shadows of the reception hall as I talk to the receptionist”

“I do not trust you” I groaned.

Johnny smirked and walked towards the building. I followed him, being left with no other choice. There was no way we were going to get away with this, I thought. Adrenaline started to pump through my veins leaving my palms cold and sweaty. Johnny confidently walked towards the receptionist, removing his mouth mask. Johnny took out his keys while making small talk with the receptionist and slid it across the desk “accidently” so that the receptionist had to pick it up. I did not even need a signal to make a run for it. I had taken off my shoes to avoid any noise. Johnny broke into a loud coughing fit to muffle any potential sounds made by me. I stood by the elevator, the doors shrouding me from view. I saw Johnny walk into the elevator and I sneaked inside with him. I waited for the elevators doors to close before facing Johnny.

“Oh my God Johnny, what about the CCTV cameras?” I whisper shouted.

He smirked and flattened out my ruffled hair. “The way I told you to come through is in the blind spot. How do you think the others sneak in their girlfriends in?” The elevator stopped and we stepped out. The adrenaline was wearing out, making me sluggish. Before I could step out, Johnny reached a hand to the side of the wall and flicked all the lights off of the hallway. I gripped onto his arms. I could feel him grin by the gesture. He turned on the flashlight on his camera and we walked until we reached the very end of the hallway. The main door was open indicating that the boys were there. We could hear some giggling coming from one of the rooms and Johnny looked at me but I refused to meet his gaze. My shoes still in my hand, we quietly walked inside Johnny’s room.

Johnny took the shoes and handbag from my hands as I stood there for a moment to take in the view of his room. It was clean, the bed was made, few things adorned the bedside table. The lights were off but the curtains were pulled aside so the moonlight flooded the room. Instead of turning on the main light, Johnny turned on the little lamp by the bedside which provided sufficient light. He closed the curtains and turned the AC on low just as the sound of thunder came crashing down accompanied by the pattering of rain on the cemented grounds.

Johnny turned to me saying,” I saw the clouds when we were in the park. We’d be soaking wet if we tried to go to your house”

That caught me off guard. I thought he was just being his usual impulsive self. I know it is cliché but it’s small caring moments like this that remind me that he is a man who thinks of me as a woman and that we are in a romantic relationship. I smiled warmly at him before sitting on the edge of the bed. Johnny placed the laptop on one of the pillows and plopped down on the bed.

“Come here, the sheets are clean.” He patted the sheets next to him.

“You’re such a dork” I said as I smiled and crawled next to him. We started watching the horror movie as planned. Both of us had watched enough horror movies to be startled by the jump scares. It was getting kind of boring and Johnny was struggling to keep his eyes open. I guided his head into my lap and leaned my back on the headboard.

I do not remember when I fell asleep but the sound of light knocks and giggling woke me up. I looked at the clock hung on the door; it was 6:45am. The laptop screen was black, the battery was probably dead. Johnny was all tangled up in the bedding; deep in slumber. This is when it hit me, I was in Johnny’s room; and the knocks and giggles? It must be the boys. I had felt some eyes on me as we were entering the room. Wow, so they now knew I had spent the night with Johnny. I didn’t even want to think about the assumptions they were making.

“Wake up Johnny! It’s the guys! They know I’m here! Do something, I know they do not have very innocent thoughts. They probably have their ears pressed to the door right now”

“W-What?”

“Johnny Suh, get up and open the damn door!!”

I literally pushed him towards the door. He opened the door and all the boys straightened up, indicating that they indeed were listening to our conversation.

“It’s not what you think guys” Johnny chuckled causing the other boys to laugh.

I hung my head low as a wall of embarrassment came crashing down on me.

“Oh well, you will have to stay the day, Hyejin. You can only sneak out at night. Until then, enjoy” Taeyong said earning more giggles from the others.

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[wowiejimin]

Safe - Chapter 12

QUICK UPDATE YO! this is quite a short chapter, however, i wanted to break this down into one to three chapters hehe i dont rlly know but enjoy :)

Pairing: Gang Member!Jimin x Poor Heart!Genius!Reader

Genre: Angst, Romance, Lots of Action, Humor, Fluff, & Smut (In the Future)

Length: 5.5k

Warnings: Swearing, angry jimin oh jeez, oh and angry reader, a bit of angst

Members Included: All of BTS, other KPop groups in the future

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In his world, being a part of a mafia gang, known as Bangtan Boys, is a bit terrifying. They were truly a filthy rich and powerful group that everyone feared. 22-year old Jimin was described as the stealthiest and most skilled member of Bangtan, playing an important part in their group. Whereas for 20-year-old (Y/N), a genius with a weak heart is suffering inside the cruel world as she is experimented on on the daily basis. Jimin finds himself protecting a gifted girl whose memory can hold numerous things in a blink of an eye. Jimin finds an interest in her, visioning that she may be a valuable asset to their group. Jimin has never paid attention to girls. However, that started to change when he met her.

(Y/N) wasn't exactly a mistake.

It happened years ago when Shin Hyunjae, known as the leader of the Royal Aces, supposedly met the love of his life. The young couple had it all, until the day he found out she was pregnant. She was even married to Hyunjae, but he left her once (Y/N) was born, forcing her to raise their only child in poverty.

But, here she was, not knowing where her mother was, finally escaping the lab after ten years, and now, finally meeting her biological father for the first time.

(Y/N) remembered the times where she heard her mother cry, who at times, would lock herself in the bathroom, crying for her father's return. (Y/N) never questioned her but was always there for comfort. But one thing she never questioned yet longed to ask was about her father, about who he was and why he was never there.

"Umma, when is appa coming home?" She remembered asking her mother that same question every day, but she was always given the same response, "Soon, I promise." But he never came.

(Y/N) soon learned that it wasn't too common for a child to meet their biological father later on in their life, but there was that slight chance where it can happen. (Y/N) has never met her father all her life and all she hoped for was that slight chance to happen to her. 

But here she was, face to face with her father after nearly 21 years.

They had the same cheekbones, nose and hair colour. His beard looking freshly trimmed and his arms were covered in tattoos. He even has some on his neck, too. He had his hair slightly long but was slick back with a bit of gel. He was rather tall, possibly Yoongi's height, and possessed a skinny yet had a slightly muscular build.

Biting her lip, she looked over at the boys, "C-Can I have a moment, please?" She asked quietly as she looked over at the nervous yet anticipating boys. Namjoon nodded, standing up to his feet, looking at the rest of the boys, "Give them some space, guys." Namjoon says and the boys almost immediately follow Namjoon.

Jimin sighed, looking over at (Y/N) as he walked by. He held her hand for a brief moment before smiling softly at her, "You gonna be okay?" He asked quietly as she nodded, "Mhm," She hummed as Jimin pursed his lips together before pressing a soft kiss to her temple before glancing at Hyunjae with a low glare, walking away.

(Y/N) then let out a breath, walking closer to him as she walked into the living room. She stopped her tracks, stopping at a rather close yet far distance from her father. "Yeah, it has been a long time," She says, clasping her hands together, "Nearly 21 years."

"W-Would you like to have a seat?" She asked, mentally slapping herself for asking that. Hyunjae smiled, "Of course," He says before they sat down on one of the couches. "When did you get so beautiful?" Hyunjae smiled at her, "You grew up to be a fine woman."

(Y/N) scoffed, a small smile appearing on her face, "How'd you find me?" She asked quietly. Hyunjae leaned back, "Well," He started, "I actually came down here for work." He sent her a look, referring to gang business, "And uh, well, I thought about you." He says truthfully, placing his hands on his knees, rubbing them softly, "I had my men try to find your location. But I ended up finding out through Hyejin, the tattoo artist."

(Y/N) widen her eyes, "H-Hyejin?"

Hyunjae nodded, "Yes." He says, noticing the tattoo on her neck, "You got a tattoo? Already?" He asked with a playful smile. (Y/N) found herself smiling wider, placing a hand on her neck, "Yeah, it's still healing, though." She mumbled.

"B-But, hey, I'm doing fine. Yeah..." She was at a loss for words. Although she longed for this moment to happen, she didn't want it to go like this, especially with the boys knowing who he was. "You know what? I got a lot of work to do, mostly training." She says, standing up, not really knowing what she was doing. But she knew was that this wasn't the right time to finally meet her father, too much was already happening around her.

Hyunjae nodded, raising a hand up, "I understand." He stood up, shoving his pockets in his zip-up hoodie.

"Ah, you take care of yourself, you hear?" Hyunjae says, sounding like he actually meant it. (Y/N) pursed her lips together, rubbing her hands together out of habit. "Y-Yeah, you too, okay?"

Hyunjae pressed his lips into a thin line before smiling, a hint of sadness yet happiness is written over it. Hyunjae showed himself the way to the front door as (Y/N)'s eyes trailed his figure. (Y/N) bit her lip, was she really going to let him go away like that? This was the first time she has ever seen him in her life and she's allowing him to leave? What if that was the last time she was going to see him?        

Clenching her jaw, she walked after him, "Wait," She says, slowing down as her father turned around, facing her. "Um, hey." She started, scratching the back of her neck.

"W-Would... Would you want to stop by here later, and you know, have some dinner?" She offered shyly, "This is my first time seeing you in my life. And I want to at least get to know who my biological father is." She says, offering a small smile as Hyunjae returned the gesture. Even their smile looked alike.

"Ah, well, you can tell that these boys," He says, looking around the mansion as he referred to Bangtan, "and I aren't on very good terms. I'm not welcomed here, you know what I mean?" He chuckled as (Y/N) shook her head, "No, no, I'm sure they'll be fine with it, you're my father after all." She mumbled, "I end training at 5 PM." She says as Hyunjae nodded, "Oh, that's great, I'll come by then." He responds before opening their front door, leaving.

(Y/N) didn't bother watching his retreating form. She let out a deep sigh, closing the front door.

"Wow, 20 years." She looked up to see Namjoon, "You must be going through a train of emotions, huh?"

She scoffed, breaking into a smile, "Ah, no, it's not that big." She says, walking past him as Namjoon sighed, "Sure," He started, watching (Y/N) take a seat down on a couch, "(Y/N), listen, we're all here for you." (Y/N) looked up at him with a smile, 

"You're a part of us now."

~/~

"Is Hyunjae really your dad?"

(Y/N) lowered her gun, looking over at Jungkook with a faint smile, "Yeah, he is." She stared at the gun she held as she spoke, "It's kinda crazy, y'know? Meeting him for the first time and all." She mumbled as Jungkook nodded, "Yeah, I get what you mean." The maknae sighed, "I haven't seen my parents since I was 14. I guess we both have something in common." Jungkook smiled at (Y/N), who softly returned the gesture.

"Yeah, I suppose we do." She says before ogling at the time on her phone, "O-Oh no, it's 4:50 PM," She looked over at Jungkook, "He's coming over at 5."

Jungkook nodded, "Okay, that's fine. We can cut short today," He grinned at the older girl, "Are you sure?" She asked as Jungkook nodded once more, "Yeah, I'm sure noona. It's your first time meeting him, you deserve to spend time with father."

(Y/N) placed a hand on his shoulder, "Thank you, Jungkook." She says as the boy nodded his head, "Don't mention it, noona." He says, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they walk back to the mansion.

Jimin rubbed his hands together in confusion and in anger. "Jimin, calm down. She's just having a night out with her father." Jin shook his head over at the boy. Hoseok chuckled, "It's not like he's going to take her away."

Jimin huffed, "I'm just getting a bad feeling." He mumbled as Yoongi nodded his head, "Me too."

The doorbell suddenly rang as Jimin got up, "I'll get it." He grumbled. Jimin wasn't in the best mood. Hearing that (Y/N) was going out with her father gave him a bad feeling. Although he was happy for her, he was quite angry with Hyunjae’s sudden appearance.

He opens the door to find Jungkook and (Y/N), back from training. His eyes were focused on the girl and found himself smiling softly, "How was training?" He asked, opening the door wider and stepping out of the way for the two to walk in. "It was fun." Jungkook says, skipping down to the basement with the guns, "I'm just bringing these two down." Is all he says before disappearing.

Jimin then turned to (Y/N), closing the door, "How are you?" He asked softly, pulling her in close as she smiled up at him, "I'm pretty happy, to be honest." She says, "I'm excited, too." Jimin nodded, pressing his plump lips to her temple, "It's almost 5, you should start getting ready." He says as she nodded, "Yeah, I should," She chuckled before pulling away from Jimin's grasp, walking up the stairs.

Jimin watched her retreating form, licking his lips as he felt a presence come up beside him, "You have a bad feeling too, huh?" Taehyung asked as Jimin huffed, "Yeah."

Taehyung licked his lips, "I do too," He sighed, "Do you know where he's taking her out to eat?" The hybrid asked as Jimin shrugged, "Not really. All I know is that they're going to watch a movie." Taehyung then smirked over at him, "He's not going to take her away, okay?" Taehyung reassured as Jimin rolled his eyes, "That's not what I'm afraid of."

"Then what is it?"

"That he's going to leave her again."

Taehyung chuckled at his response, "I don't think that's going to happen." He says before skipping up the stairs, "I'm going to see how (Y/N) is~" Is all Taehyung says before disappearing. Jimin sighed, looking down at his hands, "Calm the fuck down, Jimin." He says before walking into the kitchen once again.

(Y/N) scanned her appearance in the mirror, a bit unsure of her choice of clothing. She wore a simple white turtleneck tucked into dark jeans.

"You look so cute!" She turned to see Taehyung, grinning over at her. She broke into a smile, "Thank you." She says before picking up her phone and bag, "I hope you have fun tonight." Taehyung says. Before she could respond, the doorbell rings once more.

Taehyung sent her a look, "I guess that's your father." He says as (Y/N) nodded her head, a big grin forming on her face, "Yeah, I guess it is." She says before walking down the stairs with Taehyung at her side, "I'll be in the basement with Jungkook." Taehyung says as he left her side, wanting to give her and her father some time alone.

She nodded over at the hybrid before opening the door. Her father wore a simple black long sleeve under a jacket and black jeans, his hair still slicked back yet some hairs stook out.

She offered him a smile, motioning him to come in, "Thank you for taking me out tonight." She says quietly, "Anything for my little girl." He smiled warily at her as (Y/N) felt her heart warm up at his comment. Of course, it was her father, she finally had a father figure to look up to after all these years. Just hearing those words made her feel like she was complete.

"Um, here, you can sit in the living room for now. I'll be right back." She says as he nodded, "Alright, no problem." He says, obeying her as he took a seat. (Y/N) made her way into the kitchen, meeting up with Jin and Hoseok.

Jin noticed her presence and smiled, "(Y/N)," He greeted, motioning her to come closer. He stopped with what he was doing before turning fully towards her, "How are you doing?"

(Y/N) scoffed, chuckling a bit and flailing her arms over and about, "Ah, I'm good, Jin oppa." She breathed deeply, "I have a feeling Jimin's not going to be fine with this." She sighed, not knowing about Jimin's whereabouts. She knew Jimin had some type of relation to her situation; his father leaving him after training him till he was a teenager.

"Do you think he'll be okay with it?" She asked as Hoseok shrugged, "I think so... Yeah." (Y/N) could tell Hoseok was having a hard time understanding the situation and clearly is angered by it. Who could blame him? Finally meeting your father after he abandoned you when you were just a baby is a tough situation.

(Y/N) sent them a smile and a thank you before walking back to the living room, "I'm back," She says before seeing Yoongi come back down the stairs, "Ah, Yoongi oppa." She says, motioning him to come over, "I'm sure you've met my father, right?" 

"Yeah, he's your deadbeat father who left you and your mother flat." Yoongi says, sending Hyunjae a look as Jin came into the room, hushing Yoongi as he sat Yoongi down a couch, "Sorry about that, Hyunjae." Jin apologized to the man before sending a look to Yoongi, "How about we all just sit down for a bit." Jin says, as (Y/N) also sent Yoongi a look before smiling over at her father.

Jin then turned on the TV to relieve the tension in the room.

"Jin hyung?" Then came in Jimin's voice. (Y/N) looked over to see Jimin come through the hall. Jimin sighed, looking for Jin before landing his eyes on Hyunjae. Jimin clenched his jaw before turning his heel, walking the other way. (Y/N) furrowed her brows at the boy, what was up with him?

"Jimin," Jin called, "Can you help me with something in the kitchen, please?" Hearing Jimin's sigh, he nodded before walking into the kitchen with Jin.

"Sorry about that," (Y/N) mumbled at her father as Hyunjae raised his hands, "It's fine." He sighed before standing up to his feet, "I should go." He mumbled as Yoongi rolled his eyes, "Oh, don't go." He started, "Who knows if we'll see you again?"

Hyunjae gulped before taking a seat once more as (Y/N) sat next to him, a few inches away from him.

"Yoongi." (Y/N) warned him as Yoongi shrugged. (Y/N) sighed before Hoseok came in, "I must be crazy," Hyunhae chuckled, "Hoseok? A cyborg?" He says as Hoseok sent him a fake smile, "Yeah, just one of Jin's ways to save my life." He mumbled, taking a seat next Yoongi. Hyunjae's smile then slightly faltered when he watched the television.

"You know, (Y/N)," He started and pointed at the TV, "I used to hold you just like that." He says as there was a baby being held by its mother on the TV screen. (Y/N) smiled sadly at him, opening her mouth to respond before Yoongi just had to interrupt once more.

"Then why did you run out on her?"

(Y/N) sighed once more, sending him a look as Hoseok quietly chuckled. Jimin and Jin, and this time Namjoon was with them as they came back into the room as Jimin looked a bit calmer and relaxed than he was before. "Hyunjae." Jimin started, "It's been a while."

Hyunjae grinned at him, "It has been, huh?" He chuckled as Namjoon took a seat on an armrest. Jimin then stood next to the couch (Y/N) sat on, eyeing her and Hyunjae. "How long are you in Seoul for?" Namjoon asked, knowing that the man's gang was primarily from Busan. "Ah, only for a bit. For business, really."

"Then why did you show up to find your daughter that you abandoned?" Jimin suddenly asked as (Y/N) sent him a look right away, "Jimin." She warned as Jin turned to him, "What did I tell you?" Jin turned to him with a stern look as Jimin sighed.

"I think I'm going to skip dinner," Jimin says before taking a few steps back, staring at Hyunjae with a glare. "I just lost my appetite."

(Y/N) watched Jimin make his way up the stairs. She bit her lip, did Jimin really think of her father in that way?

~/~

(Y/N) and Hyunjae stepped out of the auditorium as they both shared a laugh, "That was some horror movie." She chuckled, eyeing him before watching a family walk out together, sharing a laugh as well. She watched sadly before taking a seat on a bench next to the arcade.

"(Y/N)," Her father started, "I owe you an explanation." He says as he sat next to her. "Ah, no you don't." She brushed him off as he shook his head, "I do," He sighed as he glanced at her, "When the day came, the day you were born," He chuckled, shaking his head at the process, "It was one of the best days of my life." He admitted.

He then raised his hands in front of him, gesturing them as if he was holding a baby, "I remembered the first time I held you." He says before glancing back at (Y/N), "I never wanted to put you down when I held you."

It was then (Y/N)'s turn to glance at him, "Then... Why did you?"

Hyunjae leaned forward, turning to his daughter, "I... I wasn't ready. To be a father, I mean."

"I felt like I was trapped, all my freedom was taken away. I had a responsibility, and that was you." (Y/N) clenched her jaw, clasping her hands together as she twiddled with her thumbs. "And I just ran away that one day." Hyunjae licked his lips and scooted closer to (Y/N), "I was a coward and I was selfish. I'm sorry." He finally apologized.

(Y/N) felt anger rise as she stood up, furrowing her brows, "Why are you telling me this now?"

"Well, because you're my daughter. And I love you."

(Y/N) breathed inhaled deeply, feeling her breathing hitch before he stood up as well, "I'm a different man now and I want to be a part of your life. If you let me." He says as (Y/N) quirked an eyebrow, "Oh, so you want to be a part of my life now? How?"

"We can get to know one another." He smiled before stepping closely, "And did you know, you got your heart condition from your old man, too. Not just from your mother." (Y/N) furrowed her brows, "What?" She asked before Hyunjae pulled out a pill bottle, looking quite identical from hers.

"I'm pretty sure you've been told that you have gotten it from your mother, but, me as well." He chuckled, "Runs in the family."

(Y/N) smiled softly before shrugging, "Yeah, I guess." She says, "I miss her." She mumbled as Hyunjae sighed, "I heard what you've been through." He says as (Y/N) snapped her eyes at him, "How?"

"The boys told me. Told me how you got here. And it must've been hard." He sighed, placing his hands on her shoulders, "I should've been there to protect you like a normal father would've done." He says as he shook his head, "But, I know one thing, and that's about your mother."

"Where is she? Is she okay?--"

"She's fine. I managed to find her location." He smiled sadly, "She moved on and lost her memory apparently. But now, she's living happily with a man and a child of her own, too, in America."

(Y/N) then felt as if her heart shattered. She let out a breath, looking down at her hands.

It's been 11 years since she has seen her mother. All she knew was that her mother was taken under Mr Han's care, taking care of her illness. (Y/N) has always known her mother was a victim of being a test subject as well before meeting her father. Although her mother escaped, she was diagnosed with an illness, however, it was different from (Y/N)'s.

(Y/N) felt tears well up in her eyes, wanting nothing more than to just see her mother once more.

All she knew then was that her mother was put into a state of deep depression due to the kidnapping of her daughter. And because of that, she was given antidepressant drugs. This led to the point where there was a degree of memory impairment, meaning memory loss. Although that happened, she was healed and was released from Mr Han's care.

(Y/N) remembered the time when she found out about her mother losing the memory of her own daughter, she had cried for many days, maybe even months. She remembered how her cries bounced off the walls of her cell and how red her eyes were, Banjo had even thought she was dead one time. However, she fought and fought Banjo, begging to see her mother before she was released.

(Y/N) was able to find out that the memory loss was due to the blocking action of serotonin and norepinephrine -- the two of the brain's key chemical messengers.

Although her wish did not come true, she was given punishment. 10 lashes on her bare back, 2 drug injections at once, and a week in the room where all misbehaved test subjects spent their days in. Some don't even come out alive due to starvation and lack of water. She considered herself lucky to come out alive.

But knowing her mother was out there living her best life with a new family broke her, yet she was happy her mother was no longer suffering. And perhaps (Y/N) should move on too, and maybe could find her happy place by then.

"So, she really forgot about me, huh?" She mumbled as Hyunjae nodded, "I believe so," He says before sending her a small smile, "But you got me, right? Your old man!" He says, noticing the tears in her eyes. He licked his lips before guiding towards the arcade, stopping in front of a zombie game.

He reached into his pocket, inserting a few coins before picking up the plastic gun that was attached to the game. "How about I show you my shooting skills?" He chuckled as the game started with zombies coming at the camera. Hyunjae shot the zombies on the screen swiftly.

(Y/N) chuckled at the sight, noticing that he was about to break the high score. "W-Wow, you're good at this." She mumbled, noticing a small crowd circle the two, watching Hyunjae shoot down the zombies and successfully breaking the record.

"He's really good!" Says a kid behind (Y/N). (Y/N) then turned to the kid, a small smile on her face, "Yeah, he is, huh?" She chuckled, "That's my dad." She says with a proud smile.

Maybe having her dad with her wasn't so bad. And maybe he's really here for good.

~/~

"Wow, Jiminnie, that was pretty mean." Taehyung pouted, looking over at the older boy, "Yeah, I bet noona was pretty upset when you said that." Jungkook says, however, his eyes were focused on the TV screen. Jimin shrugged, "What? It's the truth." Jimin says and looked over at Yoongi, "Even hyung has the same idea." He says Yoongi nodded, "Mhm."

Jimin's ears then perked up to hear the front door open, "We're back!" Jimin hears (Y/N)'s voice, causing him to turn around. All of the seven boys sat in the living room and waited for (Y/N)'s return, just in case Hyunjae did something wrong. They even watched Jungkook play Overwatch.

"Did you guys have fun?" Jin asked as he stood up to his feet. (Y/N) grinned widely, "Yeah! We watched two movies," She chuckled, "Even had some fun in the arcade!" Hyunjae pointed over at (Y/N), "(Y/N) even broke the record on the hardest sudoku arcade game there." He chuckled, "That's my girl!" The two broke into laughter and smiles.

"I'm glad you two got to spend time together." Hoseok smiled as Hyunjae huffed, "Oh, we're just getting started." He chuckled as Jimin narrowed his eyes at Hyunjae, "What do you mean?" He asked.

"Oh, my dad will be going back to work the day after tomorrow, and uh, well I'm going with him." (Y/N) says as Jimin widen his eyes, "What? Where? You can't just leave." Jimin says as he stood up.

"I'll be doing business in Geojedo Island," Hyunjae started, "And hearing that my little girl has been wanting to go to the islands, I asked myself, why not bring her along?" He chuckled. This got the boys to turn to the two, eyes widen in shock and confusion, clearly not wanting (Y/N) to leave.

Jimin crossed his arms, "Well, she specifically wanted to go to Jeju island, not Geojedo island." He says, remembering what (Y/N) has told him.

(Y/N) sent Jimin a sheepish smile as Hyunjae bit his lip and shrugged, "I think it's a great way for (Y/N) to explore the country. After knowing what has happened to her for the past 10 years or so." He murmured as Namjoon sighed, "Yeah, we understand but--"

"Forget it." Jimin hissed as Hyunjae slumped his shoulders a bit, "Oh, Jimin, c'mon." He says while he shook his head, "The girl could use a bit of adventure."

"Excuse me, but last time I checked, this is a family conversation." Jimin says coldly as (Y/N) narrowed her eyes at Jimin, brows slightly furrowed and lips into a frown, "Jimin--"

"It's fine," Hyunjae says, looking over at her, "It's fine," He says once more before taking a few steps back, "I'll be going now." He says before leaving the house. And once he did, (Y/N) turned to Jimin. 

"Jimin, that wasn't nice, the way you disrespected him, that's my father!" She says, taking a few steps towards him. Jimin clenched his fists, "Well, to hell with your dad!"

(Y/N) widen her eyes at his words, "Jimin, c'mon, that's--" Taehyung started but Jimin cut him off, "He comes in after 21 years--"

"20!" She corrected as Jimin scoffed, "Oh, fuck me, 20 years. 20 years my ass! That guy is acting like nothing even happened!" Jimin raised his voice, stepping closer to (Y/N), fire burning in his eyes, "This is the same guy that did not think enough of you! Wake the fuck up, (Y/N)!"

"Jimin--" Jin warned as (Y/N) heaved in a breathe, chin up high as she looked up at Jimin. Although his words did hurt at first, she remained calm.

"He made a mistake." She says slowly, "I forgave him, why can't you? You don't even know him!" Jimin shook his head, "I've known him for 2 years out of business until that rat fucked things up, running out on us. I think I know him just enough to know what type of person he is."

(Y/N) sniffed, almost feeling the tears well up in her eyes. She's never argued with Jimin before, and she didn't like it at all. Especially if was about her father, "Stop being ridiculous! My old man never came home, no matter how much I begged!" She cried. "And he's finally here. Why can't you be happy for me?"

Jimin shook his head at her, "He's not doing this for you. He's doing this for himself." He snapped. (Y/N) shook her head, turning heel as she walked towards the foyer with Jimin following. "And if you think any different, then you must be blind! Stop being so goddamn stubborn and listen to me, dammit!" Jimin growled.

"Hey! Hey, calm down. Just calm down." Jin followed the two, "Let's talk about this another time."

(Y/N) shook her head, "There's nothing to talk about Jin." She says, looking at Jin before flickering back over to Jimin, "And you know what? I've been waiting for this for a long time-- hell, my whole life! I'm spending the next two weeks with him and no one is stopping me."

"Oh yeah? Well, I don't fucking think so--" Jimin says before (Y/N) cut him off, stepping closer to his face.

"Who cares what you think, Jimin?! You are not my goddamn father!" She yelled, surprising Jimin and the boys.

Jungkook gulped, his eyes darting both at Jimin and (Y/N) as Taehyung had his wolf ears lay flat on his head. Yoongi stared at the TV screen as Hoseok twiddled with his robotic fingers. Namjoon sighed, shaking his head at the situation as Jin stared at (Y/N) with sorrow in his eyes.

Jimin only looked at her with furrowed brows, eyes filled with anger yet sadness. He didn't want her to go, especially with her father. Who knows what could happen on their trip. What if she never came back?

(Y/N) shook her head at him, a few tears trailing down her cheeks before turning away. She let out a few sobs before opening the front door and slamming it closed as she left the house.

Jimin let out a breath before turning to the boys, shaking his head, "Just watch that sick motherfucker leave, just watch and I'll say I told you so." He hissed before walking up the stairs, slamming his bedroom door behind him.

Namjoon sighed, "Well, that's enough drama for today." He says before walking up the stairs as Jungkook looked over at Taehyung, "Hyung, is (Y/N) really going to leave? For two weeks?" He asked as Taehyung shrugged, "I guess so. But there could be that chance that (Y/N) will go home. Her real home, with her father."

"You think so?"

"I don't know, but it could happen."

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(Y/N) did not come home that night and it killed Jimin inside. He wasn't so used to having (Y/N) not in his arms. He didn't get any sleep last night, all because of his fight with (Y/N). Instead of sleeping, he fiddled with the bracelet she gave him.

However, he was still upset with what happened the other day.

Jimin walked into the kitchen as Taehyung smiled at him, "There he is," Jimin looked at him, "Shut up." Is all he says, dark circles visible under his eyes and his voice quite raspy. Hoseok sighed, "Stop moping, Jimin. She'll come around." The cyborg reassured, "I'm sure (Y/N) didn't mean anything that she said."

Jimin clenched his jaw before turning to the two boys, "Okay, if she didn't mean anything, why did she say it?" He asked, grabbing a glass cup, "I gave her what she deserved. Whatever she needed, whether if she was feeling upset or needed a bit of reassuring, I was always there for her." He says as he slammed the cup down on the counter, causing it to shatter due to the hard impact.

Jimin sighed, staring at the shattered glass in his hands. Taehyung looked at Jimin before shaking his head at him. "Sure, you've done everything for her," Taehyung started but before he could continue, Jimin shook his head, "Yeah but now it's like all that shit never mattered." He mumbled, cleaning up the mess, throwing away all the glass pieces in the garbage.

"I can't believe she could be selfish, throwing me away like that, after everything I did." He mumbled as Hoseok sighed, "Get a hold of yourself, Jimin. Do you hear what you're saying right now?"

"Somebody's being selfish," Hoseok says as Taehyung nodded, "But it's not (Y/N) who's selfish, it's you."

Jimin blinked a few times before sighing, nodding his head, "I suppose that's true." He mumbled as Taehyung shook his head at him, "Honestly, Jiminnie, I know you can be such a hard head sometimes, but I think you need to apologize." Hoseok nodded in agreement, "You should apologize once she comes back."

Jimin shook his head, "You make it sound so easy." He grumbled. Hoseok took this as a cue to stay quiet, thinking maybe Jimin was in deep thought for a moment. After noticing the cyborg's gaze, he sighed and relaxed his posture.

"I'm just... A little worried that (Y/N) won't ever come back. I don't want that." He tells the two as Taehyung nodded his head, his silver hair bouncing. The two completely understood what Jimin was trying to stay, none of them wanted (Y/N) to leave and never come back.

"Well, Jiminnie, I think I can help you." He grinned, "Your relationship with (Y/N)-ah is special to you and I'm sure it's special to her as well. So, I'll give you some advice on how to be romantic and stuff. So in that way, she can forgive you." Jimin pouted at the thought before swallowing his pride, crossing his arms.

"Fine. Teach me, then."

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hehehehehehe i know, a really short chapter yet i feel like this was lowkey boring but idk, a lot more about (Y/N's father will be revealed in the next chapter yoeeeeooo!

[gukiex]

Eclipse of the Heart - ch 1

Genre: Prince AU, smut, angst, Fantasy, slight fluff. (Game of Thrones inspired)

Paring: Jungkook x Reader, Yoongi x Reader ft OT7

Word Count: 6k

Summary: The chaos of Prince Jeongguk's world caused him to lose sight of you. Your once haunting face that danced the halls and invaded his dreams had soon been forgotten. You had to watch him grow before your eyes while you disappeared from his.

He was the Prince, soon to be King.

You were a Lady, soon to be Duchess.

Prv Ch: Prologue

April 14th, 321 AC

Present Day

Many years passed since Y/N saved the prince from hanging in a tree. The two of you swore never to speak of the occasion, one side being out of fear of your parents wrath if they found out the daughter of a Nobleman was running about in boy clothes, acting far from ladylike in the eyes of the city folk. The second side hidden from the humiliation of being recused and to make matters worse, by a girl.

Prince Jeongguk would take claim to the thrown soon and to have being saved by a female under his belt was surely not the way he wanted to be remembered.

Prince Jeongguk was not a sexist nor arrogant man, the prince just didn't want to be penalized over an accident from when he was a boy.

His highness took others opinion's seriously, more than some would say was healthy but it's not like he lived and breathed other words, he knew when it was time to draw the line and believe in the ones that truly mattered—his own.. This was a trait that he was proud of none the less, especially when it came to bettering the lives of the many people who adored him. He respected the crown's followers, wanting to rule with compassion unlike the many kings who sat on the throne before him. He only hid the truth of that day in fear that people would see him as a weak man, someone who needed saving instead of being a saviour.

Much like his father.

King Jeon is an honourable and wise King, all men feared him for his diligent acts to protect the kingdom during his reign. He showed no weaknesses, had no secrets that could bury him and kept his word which was an uncommon trait in many royal houses. The kingdom's people loved and adored him and that's all Prince Jeongguk wanted in the days he too would be crowned their leader, he wanted their respect, their trust and undoubted loyalty. So in hopes of maintaining his image he kept that day quiet and was thankful you had done the same.

But that it was still silly, Prince Jeongguk knew that much.

The first few years you two would simply pass in the halls, see each another at ceremonies and tournaments since both appearances were always mandatory. When you would notice each other's presence, Prince Jeongguk's mind would always taunt him, labelling you as the rescuer and he the rescued, playing on his insecurities that he tried to hide with a thick blanket of pride. Prince Jeongguk wanted so desperately to forget that day but he simply couldn't, not when you were the daughter to a nobleman whom resided in the castle's very own living quarters. You could sense his leniency toward yourself, you thought it was foolish how he held it over you like a dark cloud shadowing your true self, Prince Jeongguk never taking the opportunity to actually get to know you after the incident, letting himself cast a portrait of you that you knew was false imagery.

Another fact he failed to take in account was that he was only a boy, a young boy aged 10, to small for his year—though you would never admit that, not to him nor anyone for her was still your prince. But with that being said, it didn't make you feel anymore powerful or stronger than the Prince at the time, you simply lent a helping hand to someone in need and that's all it was to you.

But Jeongguk forever saw it differently.

Your kindness was a mockery to his character and since than he trained himself to be able to handle those situations alone, never wanting the help of another to save his life again.

More years passed and the memories faded. Still present but not as daunting. The two of you grew, shaping into a strong young man and beautiful young woman. Age treating you both well.

The chaos of Prince Jeongguk's world caused him to lose sight of you. Your once haunting face that danced the halls and invaded his dreams had soon been forgotten. You had to watch him grow before your very own eyes while you disappeared from his.

He was the Prince, soon to be King.

You were a Lady, soon to be Duchess.

"Y/N what on earth have you done!?"

The hushed cry from your mother caused you to flinch. You technically had done nothing but still Mother found a flaw to depict.

You silently wished for something simpler.

You turned to face the woman, the imperfect-perfect Duchess, ready to take whatever scolding lay before you.

"Your hands child, what have you done to your hands!?"

Boney fingers picked and prodded at your palms and fingers. Traces of dirt lined your skin, light brown specks just below your nail beds. Your Mothers face resembled sheer horror as she inspected the imperfections, already coming to realization what acts could have brought such flaws.

"I've told you to stay out of that filth of a place and of all the days you go when you know of the ceremony tonight!" Mother lets out an exaggerated sigh, throwing your hands into your lap where you clasp them tightly.

She turned away with a huff and walked towards your chambermaid, Iseul.

The elder woman is informed to 'soak the girls hands, than scrubbed and soaked again until they come out perfect.'

You knew this alone would take hours, especially when the orders were given from mother herself.

Everything always had to be perfect.

"I expect to see you cleaned and ready by the time I return from tea. Lord Kim Hyejin of Gyeonggi-do is coming to the ceremony to see you this evening, I will not have you ruin this for me."

You shudder, 'For me,' you taste bile at the simple words

Always for her. Never for you.

You wanted to scream out but you knew you wouldn't be heard. You wanted to throw a chair but it would never be seen. Not in her eyes at least.

You are to marry soon. Each month a different suitor, each month you endure the sweaty palms, hidden gropes, hot breath on you neck, all to look for a pair, all to please your parents.

And you remain pure for them, all for them, never for you.

Only each month there are no wedding invitations. No planning. No husband. This makes your mother angry.

They give you the freedom of choice, you praise them for that but you knew deep down it was all your fathers doing, your mother would merrily take the reins if she could. But the more you turn away the Lords, the more you mother grows agitated, unable to hold back her annoyance with you. Soon she'll pick for you, despite the reassurance your father had given you—you can see her patience wasting away but you can't choose, it wasn't that simple. Not because they're all so arrogant and egotistic from their high born ways, no, some of them were actually quite nice, what they lack is that they simply just don't see.

They don't see you, therefore you do not see them.

So you are left unbetrothed, unhappy and alone.

And you fear it may end that way regardless. Husband or no Husband, you fear being alone even if you did choose. A knowing grew in you over the years, you saw it, you knew others did too. You were too different from the other Lady's in the castle, those who swoon at the sight of a handsome face and happily give their hand to a man with a nice smile and a charming dilect. Their ability to open their hearts so easily drives you mad, a trait you don't acquire so easily. They're content with their lives, following said routines and orders, practicing the ways of becoming the perfect Lady. As a young girl you rebelled against such expectations, refraining from the stereotypes and imagery set before you, you didn't find comfort in idea of perfect posture, eloquent dialect and a lesser knowledge to make even the village fool feel ingenious. That was not your idea of living and you would not come to love yourself nor expect someone to truly love you when you wouldn't even grow to be whom you were destined to become.

So you've come to terms with your fate.

You will be the last to marry, you will be the last to love.

Your body jerks and pulls as the corset under your bust is tightened.

"Suck in"

Pull.

"Breath out."

Yank.

"Lift up."

Tug.

Over and over again. All until you look how you should. Modest and slender, leaving enough skin exposed to hint you wish to be desired.

The maids attended to you like bees to their hive. Multiple hands fly around, picking and prodding, touching and teasing, swiping and flicking. All while you stand emotionless, letting them work in a beautiful chaos.

Your body is laced with the finest materials of silk and lace, ruby red casting a glow of temptation on your skin. It's always red, you note silently, never blue, or green, gold or silver. Just a deep blood red. You know they call you, The Lady of The Roses, for your always laced in the finest red cloths, every ceremony, every event. It's Mother's doing of course, she says its the best colour on you, complimenting you impeccably.

as usual. Your Father and Mother wait anxiously, well more your mother than father realistically. They're already dressed in their finest and plastered with their best smiles but you can see the nerves bubbling just below the surface, hope gleaming in their eyes, he's the one, he's definitely the one' you picture your mother whispering to your father, the words becoming somewhat of a ritual for she says this with every new suitor.

Maybe she's the curse of your love life.

They chat with close friends to pass the time, father congratulates whilst mother gossips.

Typical.

You slowly approach and mother acknowledges you briefly, turning to inspect you like always, giving you the curt nod of approval than goes back to talking, ushering you away.

Fathers eye catches you standing quietly beside him, a warm smile growing on his features. You return it even brighter. He is the only one you can stand, his genuine heart sheltering you with his love, he beckons you in and introduces you to the man who he speaks with. You give a soft nod and quick curtsey out of respect before father excuses himself and gives you his full attention.

"My dear, you look wonderful." He coo's and gives you a quick hug. You mutter a thanks and he looks at you with his knowing eye.

"Something troubles you, what's wrong busy bee?"

A genuine smile plays on your lips when he uses your nickname, one he'd been calling you since since your earliest memory as a child, the name stemming from your incessant need to always be doing something, even if that something wound you in trouble. You recall the many times father had been beckoned to the guards tower, images of his stiff nods and stern expressions as he listen to what you had done before he would be allowed to take you home. He'd give you a brief scolding on the walk back to your chambers but he'd be trying to hide his amused smile, failing miserably as he could never stay mad about the situations for long.

You let out a sigh, turning to look at the woman he's loved for 21 years and wonder how on earth he manages.

"Oh bee, please do not carry a heavy heart over your mother. She loves you, she may have a tough way of showing it but she's cares for you more than anything." He reassures, gently caressing your bare arm.

You close your eyes softly, letting the familiar words try to ease the hatred in your heart but it fails any attempts. You try to understand her love, you do, but you just cannot bring your heart to accept the woman who claims to have your best interest in mind. She tries to put out the fire in you she knows burns wildly outside of the castle walls. You are not yourself in here, you are yourself out there, out in the open fields, roaming the cities streets that's air smells of baking bread and freshly brewed ale.

You are where the dirt can touch your skin and the wind makes you feel alive.

Not in the large walls of stone and power, under watchful eyes and judging whispers.

Out there you are Y/N, you are accepted.

In here you are a faceless prisoner to their ways, a slave to their society.

"I know Father, I try—I try for you."

He nods understandingly. When you were young he was blinded by your mothers need to smother you in authority, thinking she was right in her doings because mothers always know best don't they say? But over the years as he saw your pain and suffering was a genuine feat he loosened his reins, giving you an ounce of the freedom you craved. He allows you most but not all and with that you are grateful. Without him you would be wed next week to a man you hardly know for a sliver of power and fortune. Mother would make sure of this but father always makes the final calls and he gives you the luxury of choice and as you've said, you're truly grateful.

Trumpets sound and the castle doors open on cue. Excited whispers fill the air, the castles people in a frenzy, eager to get their glimpse on tonight's guests.

Noblemen and women enter the hall, heads high as they show their titles in their strides. Your eyes scan the crowd as they descend into the halls, you and your parents begin greeting familiars and welcoming unknowns.

Your gaze locks with another and you shift uncomfortably under their stare. Your exposed neck heats with a blush and you turn your head, breaking eye contact with the man who's gaze still rests upon you.

Lord Yoongi of House Min, one of the greater houses in the Kingdom. It felt like a century since he last appeared in the castle walls, if you recall correctly, 6 years ago when you were aged 14. His looks changed drastically, his face more handsome and strong, eyes fiecer and lips pinker. To say he hasn't aged well would cause you to sinfully lie.

After the silent exchange, you were ushered to your mother and fathers side, standing upright and proper as Lord Kim Hyejin and his brother Lord Kim Seokjin approach you unaccompanied by their parents. The brothers are of House Kim, a principal house in Gyeonggi-do as it is in the regional capital, located at the top of a mountain and reputed to be an impregnable fortress.

You knew Lord Seokjin through passing, the oldest making more appearances in the castle than his brother, though you never had been properly introduced you knew of his kindness and dashing features from the many times he'd been gossiped about by other Lady's who sought after his affection. Lord Kim Hyejin on the other hand you'd never met nor seen, a reason you have no knowledge of, his existence not even attaining a whisper to play on his character. But you can feel his eyes on you as they draw closer and you can't bare to look his way, you know it's impolite to not formally greet them both but everything inside of you screams a shrilling beware to the awaited guest.

The intensity of his gaze breaks you and your eyes flick up to his face.

He is handsome.

But a dark cloud looms in his presence and you notice a flicker in his eyes, a daunting shadow behind his smile. Somethings off about him, your instincts telling you to stay away and you've never in your life wanted so badly to oblige.

Your parents introduce you, curtsey's and bows politely exchanged.

"M'lady." Lord Hyejin takes your hand, a smirk drawing on his features while he lifts your limp wrist to his lips, leaving a lingering kiss on its surface. You shiver at the touch, goosebumps spreading on your skin like wildfire though not out of excitement and lustful desires but of a ghostly feeling of disgust and fear from his touch.

You've never had this happen before, your mind always open to giving suitors a chance, always pushing back first impressions so you don't judge to quickly.

But him.

There is something about him.

Something sinister that makes you want to run away yet run towards him at the same time. Danger lurks beneath his eyes, thrilling and compelling but you don't go with the pull thats urging you forwards, instead you go with the push that's yelling at you to get as far away from him as possible.

The doors to the main hall are announced to be open, informants awaiting to take the names of the important guests to present for the awaiting Royal family to see.

Lord Hyejin turns to your side, smirking down at you as he holds an arm for you to take.

"Care to escort me?" He purrs and you want to deny but know it'll be rude to say otherwise.

"My pleasure." You sing through gritted teeth, locking your limbs together and the feeling of him touching you makes your skin crawl.

"Ah, but the pleasure is all mine." He whispers in your ear and you breathe in a low shaky breath to calm your nerves.

Forcing a smile as the two of you move down the hallway, you stop for Lord Hyejin to give your names, his important title being one to announce at tonight's event.

His brother is announced before you, than follows Hyejin's title as well as your own.

The doors are held open as you step through, soft claps fill the room as you descend the staircase, allowing the royal family to gaze upon your presence.

Your eyes cast over to Prince Jeongguk's seat, finding him sitting up proper in his chair as he watches you all with great ferocity and power. The way his eyes scan the guests allows you to see that one day he will make a great King, the qualities already lying beneath the surface.

You reach the bottom and Lord Hyejin properly bows before you and you the same before you both split off to do your rounds of greeting.

You catch a strong pair of eyes following you around the room but you don't dare to look at the corner they stare from.

Prince Jeongguk is watching you.

You wonder if he remembers who you are or if you're just a faint memory in his mind. He doesn't acknowledge your presence like he used to and you sense that with age he's matured, let the childish grudge go and possibly the memory of his female saviour along with it, the thought of this slightly saddening you. You try your hardest to ignore his intense stare until you see a familiar face in the crowd and you grin widely at his presence. You weave through the sea of people, eager to get to your best friend of many years.

"Missed me?" You murmur into their right ear and as they turn to look you switch to their left side, laughing silently knowing their face scrunches with confusion.

When he keeps looking in that direction for you and you cant hold back the audible giggle caused by his oblivious state.

"I must say, that hit you took never really did any good to your brain."

Hoseok whips around at your mocking words, his face startled showing he really was shocked to see you there. His features soften and a warm smile resides on his lips. You give him one of your own. But than you sense a saddening in his eyes and right away you know something's wrong.

In a hushed voice you ask, "What is it?"

Hoseok sighs lowly, a sad grin replacing the old as he shakes his head slowly. "I can never seem to hide my dwellings from you can I?"

You laugh softly, "I'm afraid not, you're as transparent as the water in your cup so tell me Hoseok, what's troubling you?"

His eyes scan through the crowd and by his nervous appearance you know it's something kingdom related. A gentle tug pulls you from your spot and the pair of you weave through the crowd discretely, exiting through a servants door and into an empty hallway.

Hoseok checks the surroundings twice over before leaning in towards you.

"There's a rebellion in the east."

You gasp, sure the kingdom has its troubles but for there to be an issue inside it's own territory is alarming.

"What causes this?" You ask worriedly.

"The King is not sure. A few men have been sent to make sense of this but since their departure there has been no news. Their absence has stirred up quite a panic for the Royal houses and the King has ordered for a second group to go."

The castles men are always coming and going to relieve any conflicts outside of the walls so this information is not unheard of. But by the look in Hoseok's eyes you know the true reason behind his dwelling.

"You're one of them aren't you?"

Hoseok is quiet for a moment before he mutters a low, "yes".

Before you can speak on this he begins to talk again.

"It is my civil duty to defend the kingdom's boarders and protect our king, I am not afraid nor doubtful of this it's just—" He pauses, pained eyes casting to the ground. "The journey alone is a 6 day ride and the days we will spend are uncertain so the total amount of time gone may be a vast one."

"Okay?" You beckon for him to go on sensing there is more to his words.

"We leave the day after tomorrow." He concludes and now you understand what causes such trouble for him.

"Oh." You mutter but quickly place your palm onto his upper arm. "I understand and it is quite alright, do not leave with a mind that worries for me Hoseok. I do not wish for your judgement to be clouded on such foolishness."

"But it is not foolish!" He challenges, moving an inch closer. "It is your name day Y/N, do you really desire to be so unhappy on a day you should be flooding with joy? I know how much you love spending the day in the city with me, mother and our friends but with my absence I can't guarantee such things for you this year."

"It's okay Hoseok, I understand. Besides, I'm turning 21 and I assume my mother is planning something big for the occasion, especially considering Lord Hyejin and Lord Seokjin are here and I have no knowledge on how long they intend to stay." You frown at the mention of Lord Hyejin's name, the same daunting feeling as before washing over you in a thick wave. You shudder and this doesn't go unnoticed by Hoseok.

"Ahh, the man who escorted you, Lord Hyejjn of Gyeonggi-do, a potential suitor I assume?"

You nod in agreement. "Yes."

"Why do you look so repulsed? Has he tried something already? Did he...touch you?" Hoseok stiffens at his own accusation and you fiercely shake your head before he gets any wrong ideas. Hoseok can be very over protective, which you adore since he is like a brother to you but his strong need to protect has heightened since he was appointed the head of the Kings army.

"I have unsettling feelings about Lord Hyejin, there's something off about him Hoseok. I think I may be going mad for I cannot pin point it exactly or give a better reasoning but I do know that I don't like the aura I'm receiving from him, it's overwhelming."

Hoseok nods understandingly and you're glad he does not press any further. Even if he did, he would come up short for you have no other words besides what you've already shared. You have no proper understanding of the man, all you've encountered being all you know. But you owe him some courtesy, so you cannot judge him to quickly or harshly. Not until his layers are peeled back and he reveals what truly lies beneath.

And what lies beneath is either opposite of what you're predicting or Lord Kim Hyejin might reveal exactly what you fear.

The ceremony is fully underway now. Nobles are dancing, drinking and laughing under the royal families watch. You stay to the back, hidden in the shadows as you watch the night unfold. Mother is chatting away, close to the Kings table as the women all sneakily listen for the Royals latest gossip. Father is drinking and laughing with some men you have yet to know, neither being worried about where you are, what you're doing or whom you're with.

You stand alone, not troubled nor happy about it. You're not sure where Lord Hyejin has gone for you haven't seen him all night, nor his brother either but you do not complain, you prefer to have the time to yourself, especially after the feelings you had when first encountering the man. As you watch the night go on, listening cheers and music, you begin to feel out of place amongst them all and your only saving grace being leaving which you're not permitted to do. You've snuck away before, resulting in you being condemned to your room for two fort nights with only meal privileges and mothers constant scolding. Never will you allow that torture to partake again.

A traditional dance is now in full swing, everyone clapping and singing along. Men and women of all ages smiling and twirling about as the music enchants their bodies.

Clap, step, twirl, switch. You feel dizzy watching them move. You see multiple eyes lingering your way, already knowing their intentions you sink further back into the shadows, hoping none are brave enough to pursue their yearning. You can already imagine their sweaty palms gripping your own as they lead you through the dance and you shudder at the thought. You curse Hoseok for leaving, suddenly being called away due to his important title but when duty beckons him he must oblige.

"To think a girl of your beauty hasn't been asked to dance yet, the men here must be foolish and blind."

You freeze. You know this voice, it has aged many years but you know it well.

You shift your gaze to the stranger and are presented with someone far from the title of being unknown.

Lord Min Yoongi.

"Oh, My lord, I'm sorry." You bow quickly only for a finger to tap your shoulder, signalling for you to rise. You catch eyes, his already warm with a matching smile.

"You've certainly grown since we've last met Lady Y/N, age has graced you wonderfully." He comments, his brow lifting as he studies you.

"Thank you, My Lord." Your body surges with an unknown feeling, you almost shudder but you restrain yourself. The effects of one stare, you're certainly going mad tonight.

"Tisk." He scolds, his finger waggling inches before your face. "Call me Yoongi, I do reckon we are considered friends aren't we or has my time away left me mistaken?"

You cast your eyes away. His own creating to powerful of a gaze and you can feel your skin heating.

"I'm sorry." You foolishly apologize but your words are short, you are at a loss and you hate what a childhood crush can do to a person.

"Y/N you apologize as much as I drink, come why don't we accompany one another and share some wine. We're both on the outs tonight so let's just enjoy a party of two." He takes your hand and without a say you're being dragged from the comforts of your corner and into a mass of people.

Prince Jeongguk watches as the noblemen and women enjoy his fathers food and drink. Everyone's come to be seen by the King, all dressed in their finest to impress his grace, to show their undying fondness for the man. The prince sits at the head table observing them, picturing the day they'll all be here to celebrate him too. Jeongguk listens to their cheering, taking in their smiles and oblivious nature to what really perches in the darkness outside of the castle walls. Their lack of knowledge deceives them, for this isn't just a gathering of appreciation, no, but merely a distraction from what really glooms over the kingdom.

His Father says the people need a ball, something to keep their spirits high before news arrives that will rattle the castle walls and shake the many Noble houses of the kingdom for miles. Something is brewing outside of the border, they don't know what but they do know a threat is awaiting. The king claims they're simply rebellions but the foul acts that have been reported seem of something so much more. Prince Jeongguk watches them some more and he envies their joyous smiles, their ignorance that is surely bliss, something he wished he could indulge in but the luxury is not, nor will it ever be his own for his title permits him to be in the know. Surely there has been whispers in the halls and at dining tables but everyone awaits the Kings announcement that a day of reckoning is near, no one foolish enough to make the accusations themselves. So when that day comes, everyone must stand and fight, for love of their kingdom and of His Grace.

Whatever that fight may bring.

The unknown troubles his mind immensely, for his crowning is sure to be soon. He is ready, undoubtedly, but to rule during war would rattle any Prince who knew better. The King says it is nothing, to not let it worry his young mind for he will see greater battles than whatever they may face in the near future, claiming that these foolish men who test their kingdom won't last a minute in battle against his armies. Only the reports from the borders guards has his fathers face aging harsher each day and there is no denying the toll it is taking on the man.

Prince Jeongguk sips on some wine as he scan's over the crowd of people aimlessly. The King had been called off to an urgent council meeting, one he knows that has to do with the impending war. His Mother is sitting peacefully, enjoying the event as if she were oblivious to the true nature behind it and now he finds himself envying her too. The beloved woman had always been so carefree, taking each day as it came and never dwelling on what if's, what a gift to possess he muses.

As the prince scans the crowd again, he see's you.

A face so familiar he can't help but stare and wonder, this isn't the first time he'd admired you throughout the night, nor is it the first night either. Your beauty intoxicatingly radiant yet you bare no smile as you sip from your cup. What could cause you such anguish in a room full of joyful frenzy he wonders. There's an occasional twitch one could presume was a smile, something he'd surely miss if he weren't looking but your features are screaming for you to be saved, you're bored. Jungkook look's to see who accompanies you and low and behold, the infamous Lord Min Yoongi of House Min, known for his charm and dashing looks, perched closely at your side, a suitor he notes that would match perfectly with your own captivating grace. He create scenarios in his mind of what you two might be talking about, why the Lord seemed to be able to make you smile when nothing else could.

Prince Jeongguk can feel himself staring for far to long and like a silent message was delivered across the room, you look his way.

The prince shifts his gaze away shyly but can't help from peeking at you through the corner of his eye to see your own still pointed in his direction.

He straighten's himself, remembering his title.

I'm The Prince, he remind's no one, mentally scolding himself for such boyish behaviour. He can gaze upon whomever he'd like, he notes, he is the Prince.

Jungkook looks back once again, this time his stare firm and face hardened like stone.

You're still looking.

He cower's once again.

The familiarity of your face is so compelling yet he can't rake his brain for clues. Who are you? And why do you have this sudden control over his emotions.

He curse's this feeling.

He needs a stronger drink.