#all i do is winwin(win) no matter what

[thesingingrevolution]

AYYO I JUST WON 20 DOLLARS FOR PARTICIPATING IN A SCIENTIFIC SURVEY THIS IS SO SLAY????? makes me feel better about the $22 i spent this morning on something with sicheng’s face on it

[sluttyten]

UNHOLY - Chapter Seventeen

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summary: when we last left off, you'd just met your father for the first time after escaping from the House of the Watchers with Mark, WinWin, and Renjun. Your father, Ira, has vowed to help you break Ten and Yuta out of Hell, but for the past month, nothing has changed. Now, the time has finally come for things to change.

length: 11,585 words

tags: smut, marking, blood play, thigh riding, multiple orgasms

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The truth is that planning a rescue mission takes a lot longer than you first thought it would. It’s been weeks, several solid weeks since Ira promised you that he would help reunite you with Ten and Yuta. Basically, it’s been an eternity of waiting, and there are many days when you find yourself wondering if Ira was telling the truth.

These days, Ira spends the majority of his time secluded in his office with whatever he’s doing muted by the strange dull buzz of magic, or he’s out on the island to gather plants for potions, or he’s conversing with the sirens. Sometimes you’re certain that he leaves the island entirely. 

For the most part, you don’t see Ira. You, Mark, WinWin, and Renjun are left to your own devices. 

That being said, on those rare days Ira does put in an appearance, he allots a certain amount of time to training you, teaching you properly your history and the magic of the Watchers. But you can’t help feeling suspicious about your father and what he’s really doing with most of his time. You feel as though no real progress is being made, and along with a sense of claustrophobia and anxiety from being cooped up on the island all the time, there’s also a growing sense of paranoia.

“Does it matter where he is?” WinWin asks one morning, his lips against the juncture of your shoulder and neck. “If he’s helping us get Yuta and Ten back, what does it matter where he’s at? Your dad is clearly a very secretive man, moving in the shadows and such, but that doesn’t mean he’s not working with all his power to get them back.”

You follow that with a sigh. You know WinWin is right. If Ira is helping you reunite with your missing boyfriends, then it shouldn’t truly matter where he disappears to. On the other hand, the fact that he always goes alone and never speaks a word of what he learns or does while he’s gone is somewhat suspicious. Right?

You’re still in bed this morning, weak sunlight shining through the curtains. 

“Where’s Mark?” You ask, thinking that if WinWin won’t dive into theorizing about Ira with you, then Mark might.

WinWin sighs. “I don’t know. He was gone when I woke up. You know how he’s been lately. He’s probably up on the roof brooding, or he’s out there exploring a cave or something.”

It’s true that lately Mark has been acting almost as strange as Ira. Sometimes you’ve realized Mark is missing just to later discover that he’s actually been shut away in Ira’s study together with your father, discussing things that you’re not privy to. When Mark’s not probably trying to win over your father’s affections, Mark has often been out of the house to explore the island while wearing sunglasses and toting around a parasol like a Victorian lady out on promenade.

“Should we go find him?” You ask WinWin, twisting around to face him.

WinWin’s arms tighten around you, drawing you in against his heat like a vice. “Or I could keep you all to myself, Princess.”

You tilt your head, meeting his gaze. “Do you think that’s smart? Now? In this house?”

That draws a groan from him.

Yes, maybe you’d still kept your sex life rather active while you’d been guests in the House of the Watchers, but that doesn’t mean you’re comfortable doing it in your father’s strange house. Too often over the last month you’ve been here, you’ve felt like the house has a certain level of sentience. Not to mention that Ira and every other inhabitant of the area is a supernatural being with probably supernatural hearing. And besides, it somehow feels disrespectful to this man whose blood you share but who you’re only just getting to know.

“Please?” WinWin begs, knotting his hands together against your tailbone to press you just that much closer to him. “I've been sitting here awake for a while. I haven’t heard anyone else move anywhere in the house.  If I had to guess, I’d say Ira’s out for the day again. Maybe Renjun’s down in the cove getting harassed by the sirens. And if Mark is around and in the mood to join us, fine, he’s welcome to come in.”

You stare at WinWin for a moment, sorting your wants and desires against a list of pros and cons. You want him as much as ever, but what if he’s wrong and someone else is in the house. But, on the other hand, his senses are strong enough that WinWin would be able to hear or smell if any of the others were around. And you really, really do want to fuck him. While you’re contemplating this, WinWin starts tracing distracting circles against the exposed skin of your lower back, dipping his fingers under the band of the shorts you’d worn to sleep in, and he’s just exuding a very strong aura of want that you’re feeling very receptive to.

He shivers against you when you lift a hand up to brush your fingers lightly along his jaw. You tilt your chin up a bit in response, and WinWin’s gaze dips down to your lips.

“Go on,” you goad him, “Take me like the dog you are.”

WinWin curls his lip. He releases a sound that blends his displeasure at your gibe with his overwhelming lust at being given permission.

You can’t help the thrill as WinWin grabs you a little roughly, as he flips you over so you’re facing away from him, your back against the solid warmth of his chest. An actual shiver breaks through you as WinWin slides his hand inside your shorts, his fingers moving right to the apex of your thighs, and he finds you already quite wet. He spreads your wetness as his fingers explore between your legs – gliding over your clit, teasingly light (almost ticklishly slow) along the sensitive skin to either side of your pussy, back to your pussy as he fills you with his touch – and he moves quickly, lowering his head back to the joint of your neck and your shoulder. 

WinWin’s lips are hot on your neck, his teeth sharp where he pinches your skin briefly. He grinds against your ass with a low growl from deep in his chest.

“Feeling possessive?” You gasp quietly as he sucks at the spot he’d pinched with his teeth. 

“Always.” He breathes in before saying, “I’ve always made it very obvious how much I want you, haven’t I? Why hide it now?”

And you know you’re going to have a big hickey on your throat before this is over, but you can’t bring yourself to really care, not when his fingers have found the spot inside you that makes your whole body tingle pleasantly. His fingers work magic, pulling silky sounds from your tongue as you dissolve into moans in his arms. WinWin’s mouth moves from your neck along your shoulder, alternately biting and kissing until there’s a visible trail of where his mouth has touched you.

You feel your flames flickering at the edges of your awareness, and it takes all of your limited control at the moment to keep your flames beneath the surface of your skin. WinWin brings you to orgasm on his fingers, and you’re still basking in the bliss of it when he withdraws his hand from your shorts. 

A small whine in protest is all that you manage before he has you turned onto your belly, as he’s shoving your shorts down to yours knees while you bury your face in your pillow, and WinWin’s hands are firm on your hips, dragging them up so when he slides up right behind you, you’re at the perfect angle for him. He takes his time pushing into you, which gets frustrating even though you know he’s doing it for your sake – it’s been weeks since you’ve actually had sex with him, and WinWin’s cock is too big to take without a bit of stretching and patience.

His hands smooth down over your shoulders, along your arms, and for a moment you believe it’s just a gentle touch meant to soothe, until you catch a hint of brimstone in the air, and you realize he’s putting out flames that have slipped past your notice.

“Relax,” WinWin says as he traces fingers along the length of your spine down to your tailbone. “You can take me.”

A long moan slips from your lips when WinWin bottoms out. You feel so full and wonderful when he starts moving, when his fingers dig against your hips and your abdomen, when WinWin lets go of his restraint and just fucks you without caring about how loud the pair of you are starting to get — the mattress squeaking, the headboard creaking, your barely muffled moans and cries of pleasure against the pillow, skin slapping together, WinWin’s moans that border on growling as he buries himself inside you time and again, growing rougher with each thrust and each time you squeeze around his cock. 

Your orgasm rushes through you, golden and flaming. You manage to contain your flames, channeling them to your hands so only the bedsheets and the edges of your pillow are damaged, singed and smoldering, giving off the scent of burnt fabric. 

WinWin puts a hand on your ass, spreading you open so he can watch as he spears into you, moving faster as your orgasm pulses through you. He pushes into you while your wetness drips down your thighs, his cock hitting repeatedly and delightfully against the same spot that has you quite sure that you’re either about to squirt or pass out or both given the stars you’re seeing. And then WinWin pushes in as deep as he can. You gasp at the sensation. Your pussy adapts to him, swallowing his cock all the way to the base, his hips dig against your ass, and he fills you with the hot rush of his climax. He makes a possessive sound like you’ve not heard since you were with him during his rut, and he thrusts into you a few more times until he’s finished. 

“Don’t fucking pull out,” you groan, pulling your mouth away from the damp pillow. You’ve soaked it with your spit and with tears you didn’t realize you were crying. “Don’t move.”

WinWin makes a low sound from deep in his chest. His hands move over your body, readjusting you beneath him so he can lower himself over you — his chest against your back, hips to your ass, cock deep inside you. His mouth finds that sensitive spot on your throat again, and he nuzzles in. 

You’re not certain how long you stay like that, dozing off and on, but eventually you awake. The sky outside is still bright with daylight, your stomach growls with hunger, and at some point WinWin has repositioned you both so now he’s reclined back against the pillows and the headboard, and you’re sitting in his lap, back to his chest, still cockwarming him. 

His head rests against the top of yours. 

You can feel the spot on your throat throbbing with a constellation of smaller yet still noticeable marks around it. You’re honestly a bit afraid to look in a mirror. 

As if WinWin can hear your thoughts, he laughs softly as he kisses the top of your head and slides his hands over the tops of your thighs. “Mark is going to be jealous he missed out.” He lifts one hand up to your neck, the other drifts between your legs to where he’s still inside you. “Although this is nothing compared to what he could do to your neck.”

You sigh, turning your head on his shoulder. “Ten would be outrageously jealous too. I love when he’s jealous. Best sex.” You smile a bit wistfully, and then admit, “I dreamt about them last night. I dreamt that you, Mark, and I were out about the island, and when we got back to the house, there they were at the kitchen table, laughing with Renjun and Ira, waiting for us.”

“Waiting for you,” WinWin corrects you. 

You shake your head sharply and sit up, turning your head to the side so you can actually see his face as you tell him, “No, I mean that they were waiting for us. The three of us. It wasn’t just me they were excited to see in the dream. Of course I’m the one that got the first and most enthusiastic greeting, but Yuta definitely grabbed Mark’s face and planted a kiss on him before he turned to you and basically caught you in a headlock so he could kiss you on the cheek.”

WinWin wrinkles his nose at that, and you laugh. That’s the same face he’d made in the dream. 

“Don’t even get me started on what Ten did to you then. He asked me to join and it was a whole thing in the dream.” You’re just teasing, and WinWin laughs along with you, even rolling his eyes. 

“Damn, I can’t wait to get them back,” he jokes, “It’ll give me and Mark a break.” Not even a breath later WinWin wraps his arms around you to draw you back against his chest, he kisses your cheek and says, “I’m only joking, of course. I would actually love having you like this all the time, and I hope you know it.” One of his hands slides down to your abdomen, warm against your belly. He tucks his chin, his mouth again on your shoulder. “I love you.”

Your heart thunders in your chest. “And I love you.” 

WinWin has said those words to you a few times over the few weeks you’ve been here. Casually and easily telling you he loves you. But never has he said it so seriously, with so much truth and emotion behind the words. And you haven’t said it back until now either. 

But you mean it. You feel those words wholeheartedly. 

“I love you,” you tell him again. 

You turn around in his lap, dragging yourself off his cock, but neither of you seems to mind that loss when you’re cupping his face in your hands, repeating, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” as you kiss him. 

WinWin tumbles you in the bed again, your bodies meeting and intertwining, and it’s at least another hour or so before either of you manages to drag yourselves out of bed for the day. The sky outside looks like it’s tipping towards evening, the blue in the sky turning a bit richer, the horizon taking on the golden color of the sinking sun. 

The house is still quiet. 

WinWin showers while you descend to Ira’s kitchen. You never question the magic of manifesting things anymore, even though maybe you should wonder how you can sit at his kitchen table on this unplottable island that no one but it’s current inhabitants knows that it exists and you can wish for a McDonalds burger and it will appear on the plate before you. Did it go missing from a McDonalds somewhere in the mortal world? Or does the universe have the capability to actually just pull matter together into exactly what you want?

By the time WinWin joins you in the kitchen, the sky is in full-blown sunset mode. You have a selection of manifested foods on the table — a McDonald's quarter-pounder among them — and you both decide to fill your plates and take your dinner outside on the wrap-around porch, enjoying the breeze and the sunset and the sweet air of Ira’s island. 

You’ve been sitting on the porch steps for maybe five minutes when you hear footsteps rounding the corner of the house. 

Renjun approaches, with tousled hair and an easy grin. “Hey,” he greets amiably, “The sirens almost wouldn’t let me leave. Minnie kept offering to catch fish for my dinner and de-bone it for me too. Do you have any food left inside?” Renjun glances down at your plate. 

“It’s all still in there. You can grab a plate and come join us.” The sky darkens by degrees with every passing moment, and you watch as fireflies appear out of the grass, blinking all across the island like tiny stars. Renjun sits down beside WinWin a few moments later with his filled plate, and together the three of you eat and watch the sun dip beneath the horizon. 

“Are Ira and Mark not back yet?” Renjun eventually asks. “They were heading out when I went down to the cove this morning.”

“Did they tell you where?” You ask. 

A sharp shake of his head. “I figure it’s not my business. Ira’s always had his secrets.”

But Mark tells you everything. Why hadn’t he told you or WinWin where he was going or even that he was going somewhere? You’d never known Ira to take any of you with him, and even though he and Mark were clearly plotting some secretive thing together in the lighthouse’s study, Mark hadn’t mentioned that this could even have been a plan.

“Should we be worried?” WinWin asks aloud the question that has been creeping in the back of your mind. “I mean, isn’t Ira usually back from his disappearances by now?” 

Renjun shrugs. “Last week there was one night I couldn’t sleep so I got up to get a dose of moonlight, and I saw Ira from my window. He was out in the yard, walking towards the house all tired-like, as if he’d been somewhere. Who knows where he goes or what he’s doing. Maybe he’s found someone to negotiate with about your other boyfriends.”

Your heart squeezes in your chest. “But if that’s the case, then why wouldn’t he say something. And if that is what he and Mark are doing, why would he take Mark? And why wouldn’t Mark say anything to me?”

“To not get your hopes up.” Renjun shrugs. “But I really don’t think this is anything to worry about. Give them another hour or two, and maybe then if they’re not back we can question it a bit more.” 

That’s not the answer you were hoping for, but WinWin agrees with Renjun, and they both change the subject to talk about moon phases and their effects on elves and werewolves. 

It seems like much longer than two hours later, still sitting there on the porch, that you think you see something in the distance, a disruption in the darkness out beyond the house’s fence. WinWin and Renjun are still chatting, but you’re sitting with your arms wrapped around yourself, eyes tracking the darkness for whatever you think you just saw. 

And there it is again. 

A flicker of something. 

You grab WinWin’s arm, squeezing it, never pulling your gaze away from that little flicker you just saw. 

“What?” He asks, turning to look out into the darkness with you. 

“Is there something moving out there?” You ask, keeping your voice at a whisper. “I thought I saw something.”

Now the werewolf and the elf beside you both fall silent and look out into the dark stretch of island before you. Nothing moves except the grass waving in the night wind off the sea. WinWin’s eyes are better at seeing through the dark than either you or Renjun’s probably, but he shakes his head. 

“I don’t see anything.” He lays his hand over yours. “Sorry, but I’m sure they’ll be back soon.”

“I could’ve sworn….” You trail off, not wanting to push the matter, not wanting to sound crazy. Maybe you’d just imagined it, hoping too much to see Mark and Ira reappear. 

You blink a few times, wondering if maybe your eyes are just growing tired. 

But no. 

There was definitely something. 

A flicker, like before. Like a flash of a reflection, a blip of a reflected light in the dark. Out of place. 

You strain your eyes to see through the night, to make out anything there. But all you can see is the grass, the distant fence, and the yet more distant edge of the island with the sea and the stars beyond. 

“There!” WinWin exclaims suddenly, flinging his arm in front of you, pointing. 

But he hasn’t seen the blip that you’d seen, he’s pointing in the opposite direction, towards the stairs carved in the cliff’s face. A ball of light is bobbing over the grass towards the house, and in the shadows cast by the ball’s light, you make out a pair of figures. 

“Is there something wrong with my table?” Ira calls, “Why are you three dining outside?”

As they approach the fence, the shadows cast by the light separate into a handful of figures, more than just Mark and Ira. Ira opens the gate, Mark steps through, making a beeline for you with a happy expression. Behind him, the other shadowy figures step inside, welcomed in by Ira. 

You recognize the first one through after Mark. You met Haechan a few times during your excursions into the underground of Hell City’s night scene. Haechan trails right behind Mark, looking up at Ira’s lighthouse in awe.

The four others that file in afterwards are entirely unfamiliar, though to be fair you don’t spend too much time looking at them because Mark is coming towards you.

Mark smiles as he comes closer, but the moment that he collapses onto the porch step with you, he puts a hand on your jaw so he can tilt your chin and better see the large hickey WinWin marked you with earlier. “I see what you two got up to today,” he says with a smile, brushing his thumb over the sensitive spot on your skin. “Did you have time to miss me at all?”

“Dude, you sound desperate,” Haechan teases, climbing the steps as well, looking around at the porch. “Isn’t she with those two demons? Why are you flirting with her?”

The words are like a small punch to your belly. 

“Shut up, man.” Mark drops his hand from your chin, reaching for your hand instead. “Don’t worry about what you can’t understand. She has enough love to give to me, the demons, and WinWin.”

Haechan’s eyes sparkle as he looks back and forth between you and Mark. “What about for me?”

Renjun responds before anyone else gets the chance. “What makes you think you’ve even got a chance with her, vampire?”

For the first time, Haechan looks at the elf, a frown creasing his brow. “And who or what the hell are you?”

Renjun bristles at that, his voice filling with attitude when he replies, “I’m Renjun. I’m an elf. What and who the hell are you?”

Haechan smirks. “I like you.”

“I can’t say the same,” comes Renjun’s sharp reply. “You haven’t made a very good first impression. And you haven’t answered my question.”

“I’m a vampire, part of Mark’s coven.” Haechan gestures at Mark. “And I thought all you elves were supposed to be all happy and ethereal and kumbaya.”

Now, Renjun’s eyes flash silver, and you know him well enough to be able to read just how pissed off he is at that comment. Something magical sizzles in the air, and maybe you should be worried for Haechan, but you’re also pretty sure that he can hold his own. 

Though Haechan doesn’t seem put off by Renjun’s irritation, if anything he seems encouraged. “You’re kinda cute when your eyes do that, elf boy.”

Mark rolls his eyes. “Renjun’s already been claimed by a siren, Haechan. Find someone else to flirt with. Plus, he’s too good and pure for you.”

Haechan takes that as a challenge. “Like you just said, Mark, when has something like that ever stopped me?” 

Renjun gets up from the steps and disappears inside the house, Haechan looks after him like he wants to follow and keep pestering the elf, but that’s when Ira calls his name. Haechan’s head snaps around to your father, attentive. 

You look again at the strangers gathered behind your father. The four newcomers look between you and Ira, between Mark and WinWin, staring in awe at the house rising behind you. You don’t know any of them, but judging by the way that one of the taller guys keeps glancing at WinWin, you think he might know him. And the stiff way that WinWin is sitting beside you supports your theory. 

On your other side, Mark clears his throat. “I’m sorry we were gone all day, baby,” he apologizes, “Ira came to me with this idea last night, and I didn’t want to wake you this morning to talk about it. But we had to leave early if we wanted to get everything done today.”

“What did you do?” You ask, sliding your hand around Mark’s wrist, bringing his hand away from where he’s stroking his thumb over the hickey on your throat. “Where did you go?”

“Ira and I went to Hell City. He said we needed to recruit a team for his plan.” Mark’s eyes shine with excitement, the words spilling out quickly as he says, “Ira has a plan for us to get Yuta and Ten back.”

Now, finally, you look to your father and his pack of strangers that still stand in his shadow. He meets your gaze with an affirming nod. “I promised you, daughter, that I would reunite you with your demons. I want you to be happy.” He steps towards you, and then, looking almost nervous, he says, “These past few weeks I’ve been studying ancient texts and maps and accounts of visits to Hell Proper. I’ve left the island to talk to those I thought may provide some insight. There’s a demon that I’m still familiar with who I met with to ask about your demons; what level of guard are they under — are they imprisoned or just kept under close watch or what is their status? I’ve been given all the answers that I have gone seeking, and now I’m implementing a plan. I want to see you happy, even if that means going through Hell and back.”

You fight the urge to hug this man, your father. It’s still strange to think of him that way. He’s still hardly more than a stranger, even after these few weeks spent living in his home. But it’s undeniable that there is some familial bond there, that he’s trying to close that distance that your mother and all the fighting between the demons and Watchers had created. 

He looks at you now with emotion in his eyes, a look that reminds you so much of the way that your mother and your human father had once looked at you. Full of love, full of hope. 

Ira makes a sound of surprise when you collide with him. You wrap your arms around him, your chin on his shoulder. “Thank you… Dad.”

Ira’s arms tighten around you, his head resting against the side of yours. “I’m sorry for all of these years that I wasn’t able to be in your life. I know this isn’t going to make up for all of that,” he apologizes, “But do you think this counts as a start?”

You nod. “Of course.”

You regret now the way you’d spoken to WinWin about Ira this morning. As if he was suspicious, as if you couldn’t trust his actions or the promises he’d made. But now look at what he’s done for you. 

After another moment, you detach from the hug, returning to the porch step between Mark and WinWin. Immediately, they both reach for you. WinWin’s arm slides over your shoulders, and Mark’s hand curves over your thigh. All three of you look up at Ira and his band of strangers. 

“Mark has already met them, but I’d like you to meet our new friends,” Ira says, gesturing back at his companions. 

The tallest of the shadowy figures steps forward into a pool of light, but you notice the way that the shadows continue to cling to his edges, draping in tentacular tendrils over his shoulders. His eyes are captivating, a warm smile just as welcoming, and you find yourself returning his smile. He introduces himself, “I’m Johnny.”

WinWin holds out his hand to shake, and one of Johnny’s shadow tendrils reaches out, grasping WinWin’s hand. The idea of touching the shadow scares you a bit, so you settle on just nodding your head in greeting. 

Next is Jaemin, a man with another warm smile, though his eyes hold the dark terrible truth. He sighs and looks away when he realizes you’ve noticed his eyes. “I am a demon,” he confesses, stepping back beside one of the other men. “But only half. The other half of me is human, and I promise that my mortal parents raised me to be decent. I attended boarding school in Hell, but I haven’t been back there since. But I do still remember my way around.”

The guy beside him laughs and throws his arm over Jaemin’s shoulders. “I also attended school there which is why I’m here. I’m Jeno.” He grins quickly at Mark, “I’m also a vampire, though not part of Mark’s coven.”

Beside you Mark snorts. “Not for lack of trying. He won’t join me, seems to want to be my rival. He owns The Ruin, that bar in the city that’s known for brawling.” 

Jeno grins proudly. “More of a gambling den, but I can’t help it if so many fights break out when people lose.”

Lastly, the tall man who kept looking at WinWin introduces himself, cutting off Jeno’s boasting about The Ruin. “I’m Jaehyun. Shape-shifter.” He glances away from WinWin to look at you and then at Mark before his gaze returns once more to WinWin. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”

WinWin, still sitting stiffly beside you, lets out a growl that rumbles low in his chest. “Can you not think of why that might be?”

Jaehyun’s chin juts out. “I never got the chance to explain myself. You never let me.”

WinWin just shakes his head, announcing to the rest of you, “There was once a time when Jaehyun and I were seeking initiation to the same pack at the same time, but when they chose to keep Jaehyun and abandon me, he didn’t argue against their decision. I’d believed we were friends, brothers even, but the next thing I knew I was alone in the city. No one in the pack would even acknowledge me. I was shunned, and my closest friend also pretended I didn’t exist.”

The other werewolf’s eyes flash. “Why do you think I didn’t argue? You were my closest friend, too. Do you think I’ve ever been as happy in the pack as I was when we were together, Win?” Jaehyun steps closer. “I bitched about it for weeks after you left until Alpha eventually commanded me to stop talking about you. I wanted you around, and their flimsy-ass excuses for why they didn’t choose to let you become an initiate never seemed good enough to me, but you know you can’t disobey an Alpha’s command, so I had no choice but to shut up about you and accept that you were gone. I couldn’t talk about you or even talk to you, not in any way.”

“And now?” You find your voice, longing to stand up for your boyfriend. “You’re talking to him and about him now.”

Jaehyun shifts his attention to you, watching the comfortable way that WinWin and Mark both gravitate to you. His gaze slides along the arm WinWin has over your shoulders. He explains, “Now I’m free. I left the pack and I’ve been alone for months; I’ve broken the hold of the Alpha’s commands. I fell in with these guys, so when Jaemin heard that Ira was looking for help, and especially when he mentioned Ira’s daughter’s werewolf boyfriend named WinWin, I knew I would come help my old friend. And this all sounds complicated and fun. I’m up for a challenge.”

WinWin growls quietly. “The rest of us aren’t in this for fun, y’know?”

Jaehyun nods. “Of course. You’re in this to rescue your friends. But you have to admit that the idea of breaking into Hell, fighting some demon ass, and living to see the hazy sunlight of Hell City again does sound like fun, right?”

Jeno the vampire chuckles. “This is going to be fun. You’re all too serious about it, but we’re going to kick ass and bring your demons back. What more could we ask for?”

Haechan scoffs behind you where he’s still standing on the porch. His arms are crossed in front of his chest. “It’s going to be dangerous. You guys are treating it so lightly, but I know what I’m signing on for. I’m loyal to Mark, but that doesn’t mean that I’m walking into this mission blindly or without considering the risks.”

You notice Mark turning to look at his friend, a soft look in his eyes. “I think that we’re all here now, and we’re all in agreement on the goal of what we’re doing. You’ve all done a lot of travel and experienced a lot more magic today than I’m sure you were expecting. Let’s all just relax tonight, and tomorrow we’ll discuss everything in the light of day with well-rested and clear minds.”

Everyone agrees to that.

Ira leads the way inside the house. Renjun looks up from his seat in the sitting room to the left. He takes one look at the cluster of newcomers and quickly ducks his head back towards the book in his lap. Ira gives the cursory tour, gesturing to the occupied sitting room, the kitchen, the bedrooms upstairs, his study in the left wing of the next floor. “You’re welcome to choose your own rooms, as the others have done. You can manifest whatever you need, including meals at the table. You’re guests in my home, so feel free to use it as such. I’m heading back out,” he says this with a look towards you. “I have some other plans I need to touch on before we discuss all this in the morning.”

He’s gone back out the door before you get the chance to question him.

No sooner has the door shut behind him than Jaehyun turns to WinWin. “Can I please talk with you?”

WinWin starts to snarl, but the pleading look on the other werewolf’s face seems to do just the trick. WinWin relents, but his expression still looks stony as he agrees. 

They head into the sitting room, which causes Renjun to depart the room, hurrying up the stairs to his bedroom. The new guys slowly follow him upstairs, their footsteps creaking along the hallway up there as they choose bedrooms. You drift to the kitchen, needing a snack although you quickly find yourself distracted by the way that Mark follows so closely behind you that he may as well be your shadow. The entire time you stand there snacking in the doorway of Ira’s pantry, Mark is right at your side, touching you — brushing his fingers at your wrist, his foot nudging against yours, resting his head on your shoulder as if he’s impossibly tired — and he’s always looking right at you while he keeps quiet conversation, babbling to you about his and Ira’s adventures today. 

You’re not exactly tired since you hardly left the bed today, but after you eat, all you feel like doing is finally showering and curling up in your bed upstairs. 

“Can I come?” Mark asks gently when you voice your plans. “I’ll be quiet.”

You lift a hand, tracing your fingers along his jaw. “I’m not really planning to sleep just yet. I was thinking of reading or something, so if you want to come cuddle with me, I’d be happy with that.”

Mark immediately slides his arms around your waist, drawing you in against him. You shiver as his bare skin meets a spot on your hip where your shirt has ridden up a little. “I’m sorry,” Mark apologizes. “I know I’m cold.”

“I don’t mind,” you reassure him, but Mark gives you a sharp look as if he doesn’t believe you. You push playfully at his chest. “Really, Mark. I don’t mind the cold. Especially when I have you and WinWin with me. He’s too warm. But you’re not too cold. You’re just cool.”

A small smile flickers at the corners of his lips. “I am cool, aren’t I? The coolest.”

You roll your eyes, and step away from him, starting to walk away. “Come on. I want to shower first. I feel like I just smell like WinWin right now.”

Mark catches your waist before you can make it a few steps. He fits himself along your back, and his nose touches your shoulder. “You do smell like sex, baby. Sex and a little like wet dog.”

You push him back. “Shut up. I do not.”

Mark laughs behind you. “You’re the one that said it first, you know. I’m just confirming it.” He catches up with you in the entryway, pausing momentarily at the sound of the low voices emanating from the sitting room. “What do you think of that guy?” Mark asks, nodding his head towards the doorway of the other room. 

“Jaehyun?” You ask, and Mark nods. You shrug. “I don’t know. He’s handsome, tall, and seems sorry for his bad past with WinWin. Why?”

Mark shrugs too. “It was just weird when he joined Ira and I earlier. Like he just seemed out of place, y’know?”

“Maybe it’s because he knew that WinWin wasn’t going to be welcoming him with open arms,” you suggest. “But they’re talking, so I’m sure WinWin will fill us in later. As for us….” You turn around as you climb the stairs, and you reach a hand down towards Mark. “Like I said, I want to shower and climb into bed, and I don’t want to get out until tomorrow.”

Mark slides his hand into yours, and he nearly drags you the rest of the way up the stairs and into the bathroom. You don’t say a word, just following where he leads, feet barely touching the ground again until the moment Mark spins you around, pinning you back against the closed door. 

You suck in a breath. “What are you doing?”

Mark brushes your hair aside to expose your neck and shoulders, the hickeys left behind by WinWin. He traces the bruises and bites with his fingertips. 

“You feel so warm,” Mark whispers, dipping his head forward, his lips brushing over your shoulder. “And I was joking downstairs; you smell so good, baby. Sweet. Like sex. Are you sure I don’t feel awfully cold to you?” 

He’s asked the last question because you shiver again as Mark draws his nose up the side of your neck. Of course, there’s the chill when his skin touches yours, but you truly don’t mind it. Not really. And if Mark touches you enough, your heat seems to transfer to his skin. When he’s just drunk blood he’s warmer too. Maybe because of that thought, your head tilts to the side, exposing your throat a bit more to him. 

Mark’s lips find your pulse, his tongue flicks out between his lips.

The shuddery sigh that breaks from you is ridiculous. Mark knows it too as he kisses your throat again, his hands snake around your hips. 

“I’m sad I missed out earlier. If I’d known that you were going to be down for some fun today, maybe I’d have turned down Ira’s invitation to recruit in Hell City.” His tongue traces along your pulse, and you can feel sparks floating through your veins. “Can I make up for lost time now?”

“Right now?” Your voice comes out breathy.

Mark laughs against your skin. “I mean, we could go to bed, but I can feel your pulse racing already, and we’re already alone.” He presses his lips right over the excited beat in your throat. “We can do it here if you like, baby.”

“I want it. I want you.”

Mark’s hands on your hips move for the waistband of the pants you’re wearing. One hand slides easily inside, the other snakes higher beneath your top. His lips curl in delight when he finds that you’re wearing neither a bra beneath the shirt nor panties under your pants. His teeth drag tantalizingly over your neck once more, and you make a sound that blends a gasp and a sigh, a sound just full of want. 

Mark echoes it back to you in the instant before he finally bites. 

Your view goes fuzzy around the edges, arousal bleeds through you like your fire does. It feels like power. 

Mark licks and sucks and kisses your throat, cleaning up the spilled blood with his tongue, leaving his moans against your skin. His fingers massage your tit with one hand and your clit with the other until you’ve melted against him, his skin warming against yours due in thanks to his taste of you and his proximity with you. You shiver, and this time, it has nothing to do with how cold he normally is. 

Just outside the door, right behind your back, you hear voices and laughter as two of your father’s houseguests pass by. But you can’t bring yourself to be bothered, not when Mark’s fangs dig in again, not when he’s filling you with his fingers. 

“God,” you gasp, dropping your head back. There’s a definite thud when the back of your head meets the wooden door, and if that wasn’t enough to alert the passersby of something going on in here, then definitely they should know after hearing your moan of, “Mark, I want you.”

His moan vibrates through you, his mouth hot on the spot where your neck and shoulder join. Your belly is tying itself in knots, body flushing with heat, tingling pleasantly. You still have the memory of WinWin fresh all over you, inside and out, the slight ache between your legs that transforms more as you’re filled with need for Mark. His fingers aren’t nearly enough for you, and you both know it. 

You push away from the door, and Mark steps backwards with you without ceasing touching you. He laughs lightly against your skin when you stumble over the edge of the bathmat on the floor, landing firmly against his chest, his teeth dig into your throat. 

“Shit,” you hiss with pleasure. 

You grasp at Mark’s shoulders, clutching at the back of his neck, drawing him closer. You slide one hand from the back of his neck down the curve of his spine. Your other hand drifts from his shoulder, skimming along his chest, and you drag your palm over the front of his pants, grinding the heel of your palm over his growing erection. 

“Come on, Mark,” you encourage him, “Don’t you want to make up for missing out earlier? Don’t you want to leave a memory of you for WinWin to find and be jealous about too?”

His breath tickles your sensitive skin as he pulls his mouth away from the bite he’s left on you. “Baby, you taste too good. Did you know that? You’re so sweet.” He laps at the blood that wells out of the bitemark. “I love the way every part of you tastes.”

He undresses you fluidly, quickly. Your clothes almost just vanish from your body, Mark a blur in front of you, and then he’s solidly on his knees looking up at you, steam filling the bathroom from the shower that he must’ve turned on in all of his blurry movement. The sound of the water falling against the tiles is hopefully loud enough now to conceal your gasp of pleasure as Mark curls his hands around the backs of your thighs, as he lifts one of your thighs up to his shoulder, as he nuzzles against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, his tongue darting out to catch a taste of your wetness gathering along the slit between your legs. 

You knot your fingers through Mark’s hair, trying to find balance on one foot as you’re unmoored from the wall in the middle of the bathroom. You angle your hips, rolling forward as Mark begins really going for it. He moans softly, and his tongue dips inside you, tongue-fucking you while you drag your nails against his scalp. You’re riding it out, feeling the sweet tingle of pleasure building behind your navel as Mark’s tongue works magic, but he draws his mouth away too soon. 

“No, don’t stop!” You tug again at his hair, and Mark turns his smile against your thigh, teeth scraping lightly. 

“Who said I was stopping?” His fingers take over from his lips and tongue. “I can’t be this close to you, smelling you and tasting you all around me, and not want to taste you in a different way, to bite you and make you all mine.”

You laugh but the sound becomes a moan as Mark turns his mouth against your inner thigh and nips lightly, fangs just barely breaking skin. “You want to turn me, Mark?”

He shakes his head no, biting a little deeper, fucking you with his fingers a little faster. 

“You just want to leave your claim on me? Cover me in your bitemarks so when we storm Hell and I fall back into Yuta and Ten’s arms, they’ll see what you’ve been doing to me? See exactly where you and WinWin have been touching me?”

Mark chomps down, and this time there’s no mistaking your gasping moan of his name. His venom works its magic — the aphrodisiac power of it surges through you, and you cum almost instantly.

But he’s not yet finished. 

Another bite beside the first, deep and burning. You can feel your pulse racing, and when you look down, you can see Mark’s mouth sealed against your thigh, the blissed out glow in his eyes when they lift to meet your gaze. He’s drinking from you like he’s starved, and the fiery red glow in his eyes unfolds like an inferno in his irises. The red consumes the deep black, until the eyes you’re looking into are vivid red. 

Maybe you should be feeling the blood loss even a little bit as Mark drains you through the femoral artery, but you don’t feel it. There’s no wooziness or cold, there’s no sense of urgency to get him to stop. Instead, it’s quite the opposite. 

Waves roll through you, pleasure building atop bliss again and again until you feel positively molten in Mark’s hands. You don’t want him to stop, because although he’s the one drinking from you, you’re being given power, like your fire is gushing through your veins in liquid gold. 

Mark jerks backwards from the bite on your thigh, moving to the other leg to scatter kisses there, trailing closer to the place where his fingers disappear still inside you. 

His tongue sweeps along your pussy, gathering your cum that spills from around his fingers. 

You twist your hand tightly in his hair, a drawn out moan of his name uncontrollably leaves you. 

When you look down at Mark’s head between your thighs, his hair fucked up by your touch, you’re hit by an urge to just kiss him. 

“Mark,” you whine, “Kiss me. That’s enough.”

He obeys immediately, although his lips don’t leave your skin. He’s no longer even slightly cold to the touch; his lips burn as his kisses travel along an upward path, leading from your pussy over your abdomen. His hands move as well — slick fingers curl against the back of your thigh, letting the one leg fall from his shoulder just so he can caress the backs of both legs, his hands fill with your ass for a brief moment before moving higher. His fingers trace the topography of your ribcage and spine while his lips map out your belly and the valley between your breasts. 

Mark rises to his feet. 

His exploratory kisses climb to the peaks of each breast, pausing to stake his claim there. You loop your arms around his shoulders, pressing your fingers now against the back of his head to feel more as he licks and sucks at one nipple, his hand gently massages the other, and his knee dips forward between your legs to give you something to rub against as Mark backs you against the wall again. 

You come close to orgasming like that, from rolling your hips, rubbing yourself on Mark’s bare thigh while he favors your tits with his attention. 

“Stop playing with me!” You moan. “Come on, Mark.”

His lips pause around your nipple, curling into a smile. He flicks his tongue once more against the hardened peak of it before he pulls back to look you in the eye. “What do you want, baby? Tell me. Go on. Use your words.”

It’s hard to find the words when he’s still got one hand teasing and tweaking your nipple, the other hand has slid back down to massage your ass, and then of course there’s the way that you’re grinding your clit against his increasingly slick thigh. All of it makes it quite difficult to focus on putting into words what you want. 

“Come on,” Mark teases, leaning in to kiss your neck. There’s a hint of his fangs again on the thin skin above your racing pulse. “Tell me precisely what you want, darling.”

You groan in frustration, a whimper as Mark’s hand on your ass moves to your hip, stilling you on his thigh. He’s silently clear: tell him in words what you want from him. 

“Mark, I want you. I need you inside me. Want to feel your cock filling me up like only you can.”  You drop your head forward against his shoulder. “Mark, I need to feel you fuck me, make love to me, take me and claim me.”

Mark’s lips touch your cheek now.

“Good. All you had to do was ask.”

In one quick move, Mark sweeps both of your legs up around his hips. He turns away from the wall, walking with you into the warmth of the shower. Again, your back meets the wall now, but as your head rests back against the tile of the shower, Mark’s lips find yours. 

His kiss is hungry and domineering. He’s kissing you, and there’s no mistaking how he wants you. You can feel his erection against you, and you swear all it’ll take is just you shifting your hips just-so to have him inside you. 

Mark smiles as if he can read your thoughts, or perhaps he can sense the way your body is moving, shifting in his arms between him and the wall, trying to get exactly what you want. 

He drops a hand down between your bodies. There’s an exhalation as he wraps a hand around himself, as he guides his cock to your pussy, and finally Mark rolls forward. 

“Oh, yes,” you sigh. Mark chuckles at your reaction, the way that you drop your head back against the shower wall and close your eyes. 

He kisses your jaw, down your throat, licks along your collarbones and across your chest. Mark moves, steadily stretching you around his cock with slow thrusts that grow steadily deeper and rougher. 

“Mark, Mark, Mark,” his name falls like a mantra from your lips. 

He moans, the sounds vibrating against your chest where he keeps his head buried as he tries to fold himself into you, to bury himself as deep as he can again and again, and you just feel as if you’re swelling with all of the emotion and the sexual gratification you’ve received. You’ve already cum a few times since you entered this bathroom with him, and you’re high on it and you just want to bring Mark up somewhere closer to the level where you are right now. 

Everything else falls away until it’s only Mark’s body against and inside yours, just the slick wall of the shower behind your back and the spray of water that touches on your awareness each time the spray of it meets your skin like scattered constellations. It’s just the beat of your heart racing beneath Mark’s lips, his thrusts, his hands on your skin, his fingers that sink to your clit while he mouths at your throat and curses in a language you don’t know. 

Mark cums like that, your walls tight around him. The feeling of him spilling inside you and his fingers still going against your clit pushes you over the edge again too. 

You clutch at Mark, reluctant to let him go even when he tries to step back. He laughs softly, lips against your ear as he moves you away from the wall and directly beneath the shower’s spray. You cling to him, legs squeezed around his hips. It takes quite a while, a bit of gentle coaxing, and half a shower later (Mark talking with you about all of his adventures earlier that day as he washes your back and your hair and everything else he can easily reach) before you drop your legs from his hips and stand on your own two feet to finish the shower. 

Mark kisses your forehead. 

WinWin finds you and Mark then. He slips in the bathroom door, strips off his clothes, and joins you in the shower without much ado. 

“How’d the talk with your friend go?” Mark asks as he washes down his chest. “Are you besties again?”

WinWin rolls his eyes. “No. But I think we understand each other a little bit more now. We can work together.” 

“That’s good,” you say, patting his chest as you lean your back against the shower wall to observe the two men with you. “Hopefully the better we all work together, the quicker we’ll get to Hell and back.”

“I don’t think anyone has ever been more excited to go to Hell,” Mark laughs. 

And it’s in that moment that you realize you are excited to go to Hell. Not just because you’ll be reunited at long last with Ten and Yuta, but because maybe while you’re down there, you’ll discover something new about your history, something new about your mother. Of course, it’s mostly for Ten and Yuta that you want to go there. 

“Just don’t forget about me once we’ve got them back.” Mark steps out of the shower without another word, leaving you and WinWin in silence. 

It breaks your heart a bit to think of that. Does Mark think that all of this with him is only because Yuta and Ten aren’t here? Because that’s not it at all. You had feelings for him before they were taken by the Watchers. You’ve wanted to be with him since before your boyfriends gave you the go-ahead. You want Mark to know that he’s not just your fourth choice, he’s not a backup that’s going to be cast aside. 

WinWin remains behind in the shower as you depart. You wrap a towel tight around yourself as you follow Mark towards your bedroom at the end of the hall. 

He laughs a little when you catch up to him, when you throw your arms around his shoulders from behind, glue yourself to his back. He keeps walking into the bedroom, over to the bed, and it’s only because you lift your legs to hook your ankles in front of him that Mark doesn’t drag you the rest of the way. But as soon as you’re in the bedroom, he turns and drops you backwards onto the bed. 

You don’t let go, even when Mark is lying on top of you and both of you are shaking with laughter. Even when WinWin walks in a moment later, clutching his towel at his waist, you don’t release Mark. 

He could break your hold if he really wanted to, but he seems content to be held in your arms. WinWin slides back into bed, and you take a moment to rearrange, to rest your head on his stomach while you hold Mark. You pet Mark’s head, combing your fingers through his hair. 

“You know nothing is going to change, right?” You can feel Mark relaxing against you. “After we’ve got them back, this will still be the same.”

“Will it?” Mark asks. “Then there will be four of us, one of you. Splitting your time between WinWin and I, that’s not difficult, but with an extra two? One of us is bound to slip through the cracks, and I can’t help feeling like it’s going to be me.”

“Don’t be stupid,” WinWin grunts. 

“He’s not being stupid. If he feels that way, that’s perfectly valid.” You slide one hand down from Mark’s head to his chest so your palm rests over his unbeating heart. “Now, what he’s just said is not going to be true, but his feelings are valid. I can balance the four of you.” Mark tips his head against you. “I can handle the four of you.”

Now WinWin laughs. “I can’t wait to see you try to handle all four of us at once, Princess.”

That at last draws Mark out of his state a little, he pulls your arms away from him so he can get up, and rearrange. The three of you pile together in the bed; you rest back against WinWin, and Mark curls in towards you, resting his head on your chest. 

It’s not like you were expecting a grand reception at the Gates of Hell. You weren’t expecting them to welcome you and your party inside, but you certainly didn’t expect them to be waiting for you, with demon guards armed to the teeth, ready to escort you and your party directly to the Queen of the Night. Yet here you stand before the massive Gates of Hell — ebony wood carved with grotesques, the flickering shadows cast by the torches mounted beside the doors make the carvings seem alive, and the red stone the doors are set in seems painted with the blood of a million humans. 

It is the stuff of your nightmares. 

The demon guards with their gleaming weapons escort you and your friends inside, encircling you so that none of you are left out, closing in tighter and tighter until it’s impossible for you to see around them and you begin to feel claustrophobic. A cool hand slips into yours. Mark squeezes your fingers, and the strength in his hand makes you feel a bit better. The solid heat of WinWin against your back as you bump back against him helps too. 

You make your way forward in the tight cluster until the guards bring you to a stop. 

Perhaps it shouldn’t surprise you when they single you out, when you’re dragged forward away from the others who seem to melt immediately into darkness and shadow behind you. In the moment, all that you can see is the glowing runes encircling the patch of floor you stand on — some of which seem semi-familiar, like ones that Ten and Yuta may have taught you once back in your apartment you shared with them — and the massive throne in front of you. 

The Queen of the Night sits veiled in shadow. 

Her throne seems unscalable, black stone that reflects torchlight from behind you. Orange and gold glimmers of light catch on the facets, and you realize the throne is weeping moisture as well, thin rivulets spilling down the stone to pool upon the floor. 

When the Queen speaks, you can’t even attempt to decipher her words because all you can see is what sits at the base of her throne. Heavy chains slither through the dark pool, each chain loops and twists around the ankles, wrists, and neck of your boyfriends. 

Yuta and Ten stand just feet in front of you. 

No one is holding you back. 

You take a step towards them. Another. 

Your toes touch the dark water of the pool, and strange ripples grow outward from that spot. Another step, and the water comes alive. The darkness crawls up your calves and thighs, and you struggle forward, reaching for Yuta and Ten as they stare blankly at you, emotionless and unfeeling as the black water pulls higher up your body, weighing you down and dragging you under. 

You’re sucked into the deep when you’re only three steps in. Black water covers your head and pushes you deeper and deeper, pouring into your nose and mouth. 

And then suddenly you’re not alone in the water. Out of the corner of your eye, things flash and shimmer dangerously, and you turn your head in every direction, trying to figure out what is around you in these moments before you drown. 

The water grows lighter by degrees and you see Seulgi and Sunmi and Minnie. The sirens. 

It is their fins that keep catching light and reflecting it as they swim in dizzying circles around you in the black-blue water. You’re in deep above your head, the blackness of the water swells beneath you, and the sirens grin with sharp smiles, singing haunting melodies without offering any help. In fact, it almost feels as if their constant circling is somehow pulling you deeper, drowning you. Their voices ring louder and louder in your ears even as the crushing pressure of the water closes around you and—

You jolt awake, gasping for breath, hands at your throat. 

Mark is out of bed, sitting with the windows open, his face tilted and eyes closed as he enjoys the light sea breeze. A distant glimmer of the sunrise teases against the horizon — peachy pink between the deep blue-gray of the clouds and the choppy steel shade of the morning sea. 

WinWin places a gentle hand against your lower back, making a sound that seems like he was trying to make words. His fingers twist against your bare skin before falling away again. 

You clutch the top sheet to yourself as you move out of bed to join Mark. A sound echoes around the cove that’s just barely out of sight, and you shiver, recognizing the sirens’ call that had slipped into your dreams. You feel sick. 

Mark turns to wrap his arms around you when you stand beside him. His cool lips touch your bare shoulder, and you squeeze your eyes shut, swallowing down the nausea, trying to breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. Your ears still ring, and you can hear the sirens’ laughter now mixing with the singing. 

Blessedly, Mark closes the window and bundles you back towards the bed. 

“Am I awake?” You ask aloud. The question is banging against the inside of your mind, and if you hadn’t asked it aloud, it would drive you mad. Your dream had felt so real up until the moment it ended. How can you be certain that this is real?

You sit on the bed, folding your legs in front of you, and Mark sits down opposite you in a similar manner. Beside you, WinWin rolls over in the sheets, and when you look at him, he’s awake as well, watching you with his eyebrows furrowed together. Mark takes your hands, and quietly asks, “Are you okay?”

The answer is so clearly no. 

You’re still attempting to regulate your breathing. 

WinWin sits up, suddenly alert. “What’s wrong?”

“A bad dream. I’m being silly,” you say, although your heart is still racing, you still feel like throwing up, and you can’t help remembering the suffocating weight of the black water and the dizzying flashes of the siren fins around you. “It’s all just nerves.”

“Look at me,” WinWin demands, his voice dropping to a commanding rumble. His hand cups the back of your head. 

You turn your face towards him, and your eyes meet his. Bright and shiny with concern, his gaze searches yours. “Breathe with me,” he says, “Slowly, come on.”

You try to match your breathing with WinWin’s. You’d thought you were doing well, but apparently not. 

Mark still clings to both of your hands. His cool fingers stroke against the backs of your hands, and from the corner of your eye, you can see he’s concentrating on you. As happy, peaceful memories begin to infiltrate your spiraling thoughts, you realize that Mark is playing his mind games with you, which he hasn’t done for a long, long time. This time is for the better. Both he and WinWin are doing their best to bring you down from this heightened state. 

Outside the window, the sun continues to rise. While you look at WinWin and steady your breathing, while memories of happier times play out in your mind, you watch the golden light of sunrise stretching up the bedroom walls, the gentle warmth of it touches your skin. 

It works. The combined efforts calm you after several minutes, and by the time that you hear the others stirring and heading downstairs, you feel much better. The three of you descend to the kitchen for Ira’s informational discussion of the plan to finally break into Hell, to join in with the voices you can hear echoing up the stairs. 

Everyone is gathered around the long kitchen table. Ira is seated at the head of the table, his back to the fireplace. Renjun is seated directly on his right, holding a miniature court of his own with admirers. Mark’s coven-mate Haechan is seated beside Renjun, hanging on the elf’s every word, and across from Renjun is Minnie. The siren is also listening intently to Renjun, but she’s twirling her long hair around one finger and her eyes gleam with dark seduction. 

A ragged construction of seagrass and netting is all that covers the sirens to a state of semi-modesty. Minnie’s outfit seems to be some sort of a dress, her pale hair hangs free over the front of her. On her left sits Sunmi, her chest bound with fabric scraps, and you can see a hint of a grass skirt of some kind, but the magical way that her fingers move through her long red-orange hair is more mesmerizing as she wrangles it into a thick braid. 

Seulgi, the siren with navy scales and pitch black hair, sits between Sunmi and the strange shadow-man Johnny. Johnny looks different in the light of day. You can still see his shadows all huddled behind him, condensed and darker than the shadows of everyone else at the table, and if you look close enough you can see his shadows reaching out to climb up along Johnny’s back or stretching along the back of his chair towards Seulgi.

She seems oblivious to his shadows creeping towards her, but as you take a step closer to the table, aiming for the seat opposite your father at this end of the table, you watch one of Johnny’s shadow tendrils drape itself over Seulgi’s shoulder. She lifts a taloned fingernail to flick the tendril away. It vanishes, and Johnny flinches.

WinWin takes the seat on your left, Mark on your right. Jaehyun is seated beside WinWin, and between Jaehyun and Haechan sit Jaemin the half-demon and Jeno. Mark sits uncomfortably beside Johnny, glancing warily at the man’s multitudinous shadow.

“Now that we’re all here,” Ira says, his voice a commanding boom through the room, “Let us begin.”

Those that had been whispering amongst themselves fall silent. Johnny’s shadows grow still and draw in close to him. WinWin’s hand finds yours beneath the table.

“I didn’t want it to come to this,” Ira begins, “Initially, I thought that perhaps their return could be negotiated, brought about peacefully through diplomacy. All attempts at such have failed. Therefore, I’ve assembled all of you here together as a team, each of you possessing skills or knowledge that I believe will be helpful going forward. This is a meeting for us to plot to recover the two demon lovers of my daughter from Hell against the wishes of the Queen of the Night.”

Ira stands, and with a wave of his hand, the table is suddenly covered with loose papers, dense tomes, unbound scrolls, sketches and maps, even a few stone and clay tablets. “We will treat today as a brainstorming session. I have ideas, but I have spent no time in the kingdom of Hell, so I’m not certain how well my plans will truly play out. That is why I have collected these documents and you, Jaemin and Jeno, in order to better conceive a pathway to success. The pair of you have real experience in Hell, and these gathered texts are accounts of those who have been to the underworld and returned, mortals with stories – Dante, Orpheus, Phra Malai, an emperor, heroes in history, all sorts of stories. Their perceptions are ancient and probably skewed by bias, and that is where you come in, Jaemin and Jeno.”

The half demon nods, reaching for one of the sketches in front of him. “Anything you want to know, I’ll tell you.” His fingers trace the lines of ink carefully. Beside him, Jeno nods. 

“Good,” Ira says, clapping his hands together. “Then let’s begin.” 

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a/n: It's been over a year in the making, but this is the first of the final four chapters of Unholy! I'm so excited to finally share the ending of this series with you. I know it's been a very, very long wait, so to everyone that's been holding on for me thank you so much!

Chapter Eighteen will be uploaded next Sunday 07/07.

As always, comments, reblogs, messages, your thoughts in the tags, whatever you choose will always be appreciated! Thanks 💗

[jenomark]

hey there :-) could you please write a 127 reaction of the first time sharing an intimate moment with them? doesnt /necessarily/ have to be sexual……but it can be👀 aughh sry if this has been requested before..thank you! hope youre well :-)

+As suggested, some of these are NSFW, some are not. I wanted to give you a decent mix of moments I would find quite intimate.

The ones that are NSFW are: Johnny, Yuta (only a little), Doyoung & Mark

The ones that are SFW are: Taeyong, Jaehyun, WinWin, Jungwoo & Haechan

Johnny: Staring up at Johnny's big body hovering over you, a treasure trove of pleasure just waiting to be released, made you fidget with excitement. You liked the feeling of being tied up and ready for the taking, your legs spread open, and a tingle in the pit of your belly. "I'm going to kiss you here." Johnny said, laying his finger against the inner flesh of your arm before placing his lips there. He did this all the way down your body, mentioning the goosebumps rising on your skin, and the way you shuddered as his mouth got lower. "Where else are you going to kiss me?" you asked. You pulled against the ropes tied to the headboard, lifting yourself up to look at the way his mouth was poised over your pussy. "Wouldn't you like to know." Johnny teased. He let his tongue out past his lips and mimed licking you, before reeling it back into his mouth. When you felt his warm, wet tongue on you for the first time, you felt your world rattle and shake.

Taeyong: He had the basketball in his hands and was trying to make a hoop. Carnival games were never his thing, not even under pressure. "I don't think I'll make it." Taeyong said. You tried to cheer him on as much as you could. It didn't matter if he won you a stuffed toy, truthfully. As long as you were with him, you were happy. "I think you can do it." you said. Taeyong threw the ball and missed, sadly watching it bounce off the rim and fall flatly to the floor. "I'm not good at this." he laughed. He looked up at the prizes hanging from the ceiling of the booth and blew hot air out of his mouth. "I want to try this again." he said. "I'm going to win you a bear." You smiled, finding his determination very cute. Taeyong got into position, aimed, and threw. The orange ball soared through the air before falling perfectly into the net, making Taeyong jump up and down with excitement. He reached out his arms and you jumped into them, letting him spin you around in circles for the celebration. As he set you down, you looked into each others eyes, realizing that it was the first time you ever hugged.

Yuta: You laid in his bed, his blankets pulled up over your bare breasts. The spot beside you where Yuta laid was cold to the touch. You were getting ready to call out his name, but he appeared as soon as you opened your mouth. "You're awake." he said. He walked into the room holding a tray of food. He was wearing only his underwear, and his hair was messy from sleep."What is this?" you asked, bringing your legs up so that he could sit at the edge of the bed and place the tray in front of you. "I thought I would bring you breakfast in bed." Yuta said. "I know you must be tired." Yuta smirked, no doubt thinking about the amazing sex you had the night before. You looked at the array of food and looked back at him. "This is very romantic, Yuta." you said. "Thank you." Yuta picked apart a piece of the croissant on the tray and held it up to your mouth. You took a bite, your tongue swiping against his thumb. "Anything for you." Yuta said, his eyes staring at your mouth.

Doyoung: Looking into his eyes satisfied you enough. Doyoung was worried he would come too early. He avoided eye contact, choosing to focus on another part of your face. You let your tongue whirl around the head of his cock, sliding the wetness underneath. You jerked his shaft with one hand, before slipping your lips over him and taking him into your mouth. You played with him like this, before pulling him out and looking into his eyes again. You pursed your lips and went along the length of his cock before making it to his balls. Feeling the sensation of that, Doyoung let his head fall back, his eyes no longer able to be looked into. You stopped what you were doing, glad that it was a memorable first experience for him. "Look at me, Doyoung." you said. "If you don't, I won't continue." You kissed the tip of his cock until he looked back down at you. "Good boy." you said, jutting your pink tongue out of your mouth and letting his cock rest on top of it.

Jaehyun: Every time Jaehyun looked at you, you had to resist the urge to break out into a cheesy grin. The energy in the room changed whenever his eyes found you. You wondered if the friends you were with could feel the air being sucked out of the room, like you could. "I've been meaning to tell you," Jaehyun said, sidling next to you. "You look really pretty tonight." You let your friends voices drown out. No one was paying attention to you and Jaehyun, even though it felt like the world revolved around you both in that moment. "Thank you." you said, blushing. It looked like he wanted to kiss you, but he didn't. Jaehyun was a gentleman in that way, never imposing before he felt like it was the right time. He stood next to you, his arms by his side, looking over at your mutual friends having fun. "I'm glad you came." Jaehyun said, raising his voice. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't." You didn't look at him. You couldn't look at him. Your body felt like it was on fire. Very briefly, you felt his pinky finger touch yours. Then, slowly, all of his fingers encompassed yours for a few seconds before he pulled them away.

WinWin: There was a list of Do's and Don't in his head, but seeing how happy you were to meet his friends, WinWin let all of that slide. He was only trying to protect you from his members and their scrutiny. Sometimes, they could be a bit rowdy, a bit too invasive. "You seem more nervous than me." you told him, bumping your shoulder into his. WinWin scooped you into his arms and held you. "My friends are..."WinWin began to say, his voice trailing off as he tried to find the right words. "I'm sure I will love them." you said, smiling up at your boyfriend. For WinWin, it was important that you loved them right away. You were important in his life, and he felt that meeting his friends for the first time was just like meeting his family. He wanted you to like them, and he wanted them approve of you. WinWin returned your smile and kissed you. "With you, I don't have to worry." he said. "I know that anyone who meets you will fall in love with you as hard as I have."

Jungwoo: In his head, he was willing himself to kiss you. He looked down at you, at your perfect lips, and he didn't want anything but to feel them against his. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" you asked. You were waiting for him to kiss you, too. You kept looking over at him, wondering if he would be brave enough to do it. Jungwoo nodded, tugging on the ends of his light jacket. "Beautiful." he murmured, nodding some more. Not really thinking anything, you grabbed the ends of Jungwoo's jacket and pulled him down to your level, planting your lips right on him. Jungwoo, for a second, froze. The moment your lips melted together to warm his, he kissed you back. His arms were around you, lifting you slightly from the ground. You wrapped your arms around his neck and broke the kiss to look him in the eyes. "Can we do that some more?" Jungwoo asked breathlessly. He leaned in first this time, taking control of your mouth in a way that made your body feel like it was floating.

Mark: It was the gasp that made you do it. Feeling Mark's cock inside of you, that very first moment where he pushed his head in, and how it felt like the breath was knocked from your body, made you do it. You reached up to clasp your hand around Mark's neck, your long arm extended, his soft throat pulsing beneath your palm. At first, Mark's eyes widened in surprise. Then, he leaned a little closer so you could squeeze him a little tighter as he fucked you. The only sound was the deep moaning gurgling up from Mark's throat and the heavy breathing you couldn't seem to quiet. After awhile, Mark pushed your arm out of the way, grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. He fucked you a little faster, holding your body in place so that you couldn't squirm underneath his.

Haechan: He was teaching you how to play his video game, but you weren't really listening. All you really wanted was to be closer to him. His soft hands were on yours, and he was moving your thumb over the buttons, trying to help you win. His lips were against your ear, giving you directions in the game, and making shivers go up your spine. "Do as I showed you." Haechan said, letting you go to play on your own. He watched you play, knowing that you really hadn't been paying attention. He picked up his own controller to play against you, giving you side-eye glances that ended up with him smiling. "I'm going to kill you." Haechan said. With one flick of a button, he did as he said he would, causing your video game character to spiral out of control and die. You looked over at him, your mouth wide open in mock horror. Haechan laughed, the sound making you feel warm and comfortable inside. "Play me again." you said. "This time, I'll win." But as you picked up your controller again, Haechan rested his head on your shoulder.

[ljxlj48]

Experience

Preview

Ballerino!Winwin X Ballerina!Reader

Genre: enemies to lover!

Word Count: 800+

Warnings: explicit language

Authors Note: FJSJDHJS we have a winwin story now guys 😩. Obviously this isn’t complete yet, idk when I’m gonna release the full version. Whatever gets the most likes is gonna get worked on first. Hugs and kisses to anyone reading <333

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“I am better than you in every conceivable way (y/n),” Winwin mocked in a condescending tone. “There’s a reason people call me Winwin and they call you princess.” You wanted to wipe that damned cocky smirk off his face.

“You know, Sicheng,” you started off, squaring up in front of the boy that towered over you, “when you’re at the top there’s only one way left to go. Don’t get too comfortable up there.” You let out just the slightest chuckle before turning to walk away from him.

Being a student at the Genevieve dance academy alone was a privilege in itself, only the best of the best around the world were allowed in. Only 196 students each year, one from each country, the home country being allowed two students. To make it into the academy not only do you need to be the best in your home country but remain the best.

Sicheng was perfect, his dances were captivating, storytelling and he knew how to read the music unlike any other. It showed in his competitions, that he was the best of the best. There wasn’t a competition that he had ever lost, thus the nickname ‘winwin.’ It didn’t help that he was extremely handsome. Of course you couldn’t see the charm in him, he always seemed to be put on an act.

The Sicheng you saw was snobby, entitled, selfish and just a plain old jerk. He never had a kind thing to say and he refused to give out a single compliment even when it was deserved. However it’s probably due to your strong outright dislike for Sicheng that you have earned yourself the nickname of ‘princess.’

Your classmates all thought you were just a spoiled little brat that didn’t know how to earn her gold medal, but instead just complained loud and long enough to get it. You didn’t need their approval though, you knew you put in the work, you knew you earned those medals and those trophies, you knew you wouldn’t be here without the hard work you put into it. You knew what you sacrificed to end up here. They didn’t need to know, as long as you knew.

Yet, no matter how hard you worked, how many sacrifices you made, how many hours you put into training, how many times you ignored the rude comments. You would never beat Sicheng’s record of 132 competition wins, you would always fall just short. The 130 competition wins you did have, wasn’t enough for you. You needed to have more than him, even if it was just one more.

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“One more thing, before I dismiss class, Mariinsky Ballet company will be visiting.” oos, and ahs were all heard throughout the studio, “they are looking for two new dancers, one male and one female. All of you will be expected to partner up and put on a performance that is unlike any other, by the end of the month. I know all of you have competed as singles before, but this is a new era now. So I expect everyone to work well together. That is all,” Madam Adele finished off, “Oh, Sicheng and (y/n), stay behind please.”

You packed away all of your things, waiting for the rest of your classmates to leave before making your way to Madam Adele. You couldn’t think you did anything wrong that you cause her to be angry with you. You knew your position in the school wasn’t in jeopardy. What could she want that you needed to stay behind.

As the last of the people filed out, you went up to where Madam Adele was situated in a corner, “you wanted to see me Madam Adele?”

“Yes, you and Sicheng,” she beckoned for the boy to come closer. When he was finally in earshot, only then did she continue with, “the school will like the two of you to pair up together for the Mariinsky Ballet company performance.”

“I must,” you spoke up, you couldn’t allow this to happen, “contest. I don’t think that it’s best for us to perform for the Mariinsky company together. I would much rather prefer to find another performer to work with.” You could hear Winwin scoff at your comment.

“I am sorry (y/n), but me and the other teachers have decided. Plus the Mariinsky company wants the two of you already, this last performance is just a courtesy to the company and the school.” Madam Adele revealed to the two of you.

“I have no problems working with (y/n),” Winwin smiled sweetly.

“Good, the company will be here at the end of the month. I know I will be blown away by the both of you.” Madam Adele smiled leaving the two of you in the studio.

“I can’t believe this,” you sighed.

“Face it princess, we’re working together now.” Winwin smirked down at you.

You scoffed, “I hope you fall down a flight of stairs and twist your ankle the week before the company’s arrival.” You walked away going to finish packing up all your items before leaving the studio.

[moonctzeny]

I only recently discovered your blog and I really love your writing style! Can I request a WayV reaction where you're close to one member because you'll speak the same language but another member really likes you but feels left out because of the language barrier. How would they try to get close to their crush? (I hope this request isn't confusing 😅)

WayV reaction - another member speaks their crush’s first language when they don’t

I'm glad you're enjoying this blog! 💚 I understood what you meant but it was so hard to find languages that they don't speak 😭 guess our boys are too talented hehe. hope you like this!!

edits credit: hyuckxie

▪️Kun

Kun was always jealous of Ten’s fluency with English every time they had to do an interview, but nothing quite topped it like today. Not when you were giggling and being so comfortable around him, the use of your native tongue being the reason. Kun would sulk and sulk at failing to improve quickly enough to have a relaxed conversation with you, and Ten, perceptive as he is, noticed it quickly.

“What’s wrong? Did y/n reject you or something?”

“How can she reject me when I can’t even tell her how I feel?”

Ten frowned in thought. He knew Kun had all the right things to say to you, saw them scribbled down in Kun’s notebook in the form of song lyrics.

“How about you write a letter for her and I’ll translate it for you?”

Kun didn’t care that Ten kept the letter to make fun of him later on. After you agreed on going on a date with him, he thought it was all worth it.

▪️Ten

Ten is already fluent in so many languages, so you can imagine how frustrated he is when you speak the one he doesn’t know. Spending more time with Yangyang because of his knowledge of German doesn’t make him jealous per se, but it does bring out his competitive self, and hell does he want to win you over. Spends a lot of time online memorizing cute pick up lines and then uses them on you. You laugh at his failed attempts and his cute Thai accent, even when he curses at you once (Yangyang is gonna get an earful later for “accidentally” teaching him the wrong words). Asks you out in German and celebrates in it too when you say yes. Basically he wants to impress you and make your face heat up in more languages than one.

▪️WinWin

WinWin knew that not paying attention in English class would bite him in the ass one day. He just wants to participate in yours and Hendery’s conversation, compliment you in your pretty smile and that sweet perfume he loves so much. It kills him that he can’t and is way too shy to ask for help, but his heart beats so fast when he’s around you that he’s determined to finally learn. He discreetly starts asking Hendery for “phrases in English that weishennies will like”. When he came up to you and told you: “my fans are my girlfriends” you were really confused, but the date he took you on afterwards was great, regardless of the language barrier.

▪️Lucas

If Lucas could turn back time, he wishes he would have learned more Thai from his family. He knows his basics, yes, but it’s nothing compared to Ten’s fluency and ease. Lucas dies a little inside when the corners of your mouth tug up as you’re talking to his fellow member. When he finally admits to himself that he has fallen in love, he decides to give his mother a call.

“Mom, you need to help me. There’s this girl I really like and I want to impress her. What did dad use to tell you in Thai to convince you to be with him?”

▪️Xiaojun

When Xiaojun first saw you talking to Yangyang, it was love at first sight. As if having to control his shaking limbs when talking to you wasn’t enough of a problem, there was an even bigger one: you only spoke German. Twisting and turning in his bed at night, Xiaojun tried to think of a way to convey to you how he feels. At around 2 am he came up with an idea, waking up a grumpy Yangyang with a request.

“Will you please tell me the most beautiful German love song?”

In spite of the complaints for the late night guitar playing and repeated muttering of German words, Xiaojun determinedly kept going. No matter what, first thing tomorrow morning, he was gonna sing it for you.

▪️Hendery

Hendery always relied on his humor when it came to flirting, so the language between you and him was really hurting his game. He would try to use body gag around you, hoping that he could at least convey how much he wants to make you laugh. He learns certain Thai phrases from Ten to use around you, all laced with a strong accent and his obvious interest in you. When you finally agree to go on a date with him, you’re surprised to see that Ten was also tagged along. He sits between you on the dinner table and translates everything back and forth (Hendery literally begged him on his knees to agree to do this), cringing with the constant compliments that came every 5 seconds. Hendery always waits for your belated reaction with wide eyes, bobbing his head enthusiastically when you coo at him. At the end of the night, you ask Ten in Thai to close his eyes for a minute, giving Hendery the sweetest surprise when you plant your lips on his.

▪️Yangyang

Yangyang was way more obviously jealous than he thought. And how could he not, when Lucas is charming you in Cantonese and he can’t even tell what he said that made you laugh so hard? He plays it cool but really, he’s fuming inside. He had already told his brother how much he liked you, that you were his, well not really but he liked you first! His eyes widen when you come up to him suddenly and write a series of digits on his palm, followed with a wink and a “See you” in broken English before you walk away.

“Lucas? What happened?”

“I may or may not have told her that you can’t stop talking about her in the dorms. Better download a good translator on your phone. You have a date tomorrow”

[what-if-nct]

NCT As Taylor Swift Lyrics.

Taeil: "So don't you worry your pretty, little mind people throw rocks at things that shine. And life makes love look hard. The stakes are high, the water's rough. But this love is ours" - Ours

Johnny: "He's so tall and handsome as hell, He's so bad but he does it so well" - Wildest Dreams

"You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye. And I got that red lip classic thing that you like. And when we go crashing down, we come back every time. Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style. You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt. And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt. And when we go crashing down, we come back every time. Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style - Style

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have. You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad. You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah. There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have. Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats. Alone, unless you wanna come along, oh - Gorgeous

Taeyong: "I'm only up when you're not down. Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground. It's like no matter what I do. Well, you drive me crazy half the time. The other half I'm only trying. To let you know that what I feel is true. And I'm only me when I'm with you" - I'm Only Me When I'm With You

Yuta: "Don't blame me, love made me crazy. If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right. Lord, save me, my drug is my baby. I'd be usin' for the rest of my life" - Don't Blame Me

Doyoung: "I don't trust nobody. And nobody trust me. I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams" - Look What You Just Made Me Do.

Kun: "Do you remember, we were sittin' there, by the water? You put your arm around me, for the first time. You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter. You are the best thing, that's ever been mine" - Mine

Ten: "Girl, there ain't no I in "team" But you know there is a "me". Strike the band up, one, two, three. I promise that you'll never find another like me. Girl, there ain't no I in "team". But you know there is a "me". And you can't spell "awesome" without "me". I promise that you'll never find another like Me-e-e" - Me!

Jaehyun: "But something happened, I heard him laughing. I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent. They say home is where the heart is. But that's not where mine lives" - London Boy

Winwin: "Because these things will change. Can you feel it now? These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down. It's a revolution, the time will come. For us to finally win. And we'll sing hallelujah, we'll sing hallelujah" - Change

Jungwoo: "You're beautiful. Every little piece, love; don't you know? You're really gonna be someone. Ask anyone. And when you find everything you've looked for. I hope your love leads you back to my door. Oh, but if it don't, stay beautiful - Stay Beautiful

Mark: "Oh, it's new, the shape of your body. It's blue, the feeling I've got. And it's ooh, whoa, oh. It's a cruel summer" - Cruel Summer

Xiaojun: "Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes" - Love Story

Lucas: "This ain't for the best. My reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me. Yeah, I want you" - Delicate

Hendery: ", so he calls me up and he's like, "I still love you" And I'm like, I'm just, I mean this is exhausting, you know? Like we are never getting back together, like, ever" - We are never ever getting back together

Haechan: "But you'll come back each time you leave. Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream" - Blank Space

Renjun: "I can't help it if you look like an angel. Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so. Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you. Can't help it if there's no one else. mm, I can't help myself" - Hey Stephen

Jeno: "Some, some boys are tryin' too hard. He don't try at all, though. Younger than my exes but he act like such a man, so" - ....Ready For It

Jaemin: "Baby, we're the new romantics. Come on, come along with me. Heartbreak is the national anthem. We sing it proudly. We are too busy dancing. To get knocked off our feet. Baby, we're the new romantics. The best people in life are free" - New Romantics

Yangyang: "And I ain't trying to mess with your self-expression. But I've learned the lesson that stressin'. And obsessin' 'bout somebody else is no fun. And snakes and stones never broke my bones so" - You Need To Calm Down.

Shotaro: "Today was a fairytale. You've got a smile. Takes me to another planet. Every move you make everything you say is right. Today was a fairytale" - Today Was a fairytale

Sungchan: "When you think Tim McGraw. I hope you think my favorite song. The one we danced to all night long. The moon like a spotlight on the lake. When you think happiness. I hope you think that little black dress" - Tim Mcgraw

Chenle: "Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play. And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake. I shake it off, I shake it off " - Shake It Off

Jisung: "This place is too crowded. Too many cool kids. Who's Taylor Swift anyway?" - 22

[qianinterprises]

WayV Reaction: to you flirting with their younger sibling

Pairing(s): WayV x Reader

Genre: crack, fluff

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.9k

Author's Notes: Hello anon! I'm sorry it took me so long to get to your request! I really hope I interpreted your request accurately! And thank you! I'm so glad you like my content! (I also want to mention that I used younger brother for all of them because I thought the request said brother until I went back and looked. Then I didn't want to change everything I'd just written so I just went with it. I'm sorry).

Tagging: @treasuretaeil @hachanbaecon

Kun:

Shortly after Kun was announced to be joining NCT in 2018, he also found out that his mother was expecting a second child, which, naturally, came as quite a shock. He was already an adult. Had his mother decided on more children when he was younger, a teenager even, he wouldn't have even batted an eye! But his little brother or sister would be 22 years younger. That was just weird.

However, that didn't stop Kun from nervously sitting in the waiting room holding your hand the day his little brother was born, vowing to always protect the sweet little bundle of joy.

It was that promise that led to where you both were now, Kun holding his babbling three year old brother in his arms as the boy waved to his retreating mother.

"I'll pick him up tomorrow morning," she called over her shoulder as the door closed behind her.

"So what do you want to do now?" Kun asked, looking between you and the little boy squirming in his arms.

"I wanna dance with (y/n)!" the little boy declared, wiggling out of Kun's hold and reaching for you.

Laughing, you took hold of the boys hands and led him into the center of the room, sending Kun a wide grin as he played music on his phone.

"It would be an honor to dance with you kind sir," you responded in an overly posh voice, taking his smaller hands in yours and spinning around the living room.

He let out a giggle as you spun him around before picking him up in your arms and swaying to the new, now reasonably slow song.

"You're an even better dancer than your brother!" you cooed.

The boy beamed at you.

"Hey!" Kun argued, biting back a laugh as you turned to look at him.

"You can't go stealing my significant other away from me!" Kun said, playfully glaring at the young boy in his arms.

Said boy, seeming to take his confidence from to much time spent with Ten, leaned up and pressed a kiss to your cheek, smirking at his brother.

"Wait for me to get older!" he said before squirming out of your hold.

"I'll wait forever, my prince," you laughed, placing him on the floor, watching him run over to YangYang, who had just entered the room. The maknae leaning down to scoop the boy up, disappearing back into his own room.

Kun stood up from his place on the couch and placed a kiss to your cheek.

"He really likes you," he hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

You just smiled, resting your head on his shoulder as his hips suddenly began to sway to the music still playing, coaxing you to follow his lead as he danced you around the living room.

"I'm a much better dancer," he whispered.

You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips in response.

Ten

The whole world knew that Ten had a younger sister. She was never hidden away, taking her camera confidence from her older brother as she took the newfound attention that came with her celebrity brother in stride. What the world didn't know, however, was that Ten also had a younger brother, one year younger than his sister. A brother that was extremely shy, choosing to hide behind his older sister rather than face the limelight.

Both had been over to visit the dorm countless times, though Ten's sister could only visit when Yukhei wasn't in the dorm after the large man had gotten slightly drunk and stupidly confessed to finding his ge's sister incredibly hot. His brother, on the other hand, was always welcomed and often found himself visiting once every few months for a week when WayV had a little less packed schedules.

You and Ten had picked the younger boy up from the airport two days prior and he'd been laughing and goofing off with the other members (especially Sicheng, to Ten's surprise). Today, however, the younger boy had been surprising glued to your side, always offering to get you a drink or a snack or share a blanket with you, which only made the older boys grow smirks as they not so subtly teased the boy.

"I think he likes you," Ten muttered, eying the boy retreating to the kitchen to grab a water.

You nodded, leaning against your boyfriend and desperately trying to surpress your giggle, not wanting the boy to feel awkward or bullied.

"I don't like it."

You slapped Ten's chest softly.

"Let him be, it's puppy love!" you cooed.

"Puppy love or whatever. You're mine."

You rolled your eyes at the older boys antics and gave his brother a soft smile upon his return, taking the water he offered you.

"Thank you, sweetheart. You're so nice!" you grinned, reaching up to lightly ruffle the boys hair.

Pink dusted his cheeks and he looked down, but he couldn't had his growing smile.

Ten gently elbowed you in the side and pulled you closer to hiss in your ear.

"Flirt with him again and I'll make sure he hears you screaming my name later," he hissed in your ear.

"Come on Ten! He's your brother for goodness sake! It's not like he's going to ask me out. It's harmless!" you argued back.

Ten let out a grumble and turned back to the television, tugging you closer slightly.

"You're going to be the death of me," he grumbled.

WinWin

The day Sicheng found out that he had a half brother on his father's side, he didn't know how to feel. On one hand, he ecstatic. He'd always wanted a younger brother. On the other, what was he supposed to do with this information. His estranged father had never had any intention on telling him that he had a brother, so why now.

It seemed the answer was easy enough to figure out as the eight year old boy was suddenly dropped off at the dorm after Sicheng had been blindsided to watch the male while his father and his step-mother went on a seven day cruise.

While Kun had promised that it was fine, Sicheng knew the leader would rather do other things than help Sicheng take care of an eight year old on their only week off, so Sicheng had called you to come help, promising that he'd take you out for a fancy dinner if you helped him babysit for the week.

You didn't need promises to spend time with your boyfriend, even if it was babysitting.

When you entered the dorm, the first thing you noticed was Sicheng's younger brother playing game with Kunhang on the living room television, and from the looks of it, the eight year old was killing it.

"I win again!" the little boy declared as Kunhang gaped at the television.

"I- how-" he muttered.

"You must be really good to beat Kunhang!" you piped up, sending the younger male a teasing smile.

To the new voice, the eight year old looked up and the controller dropped from his hands.

"Your hot," he declared matter-of-factly.

Your eyes widened. You certainly hadn't been expected that, but a small laugh bubbled from your lips.

"Your not so bad yourself," you retorted with a wink.

"Are you flirting with my brother?!" Sicheng asked, voice sounding scandalized as he approached the two of you, holding a small cup filled with fruit punch for the young boy.

"How can I not when his looks rival his brothers." you responded, sending a wink to the young boy before pressing a kiss to Sicheng's cheek.

The boy had red rising to his cheeks and he took a sip on punch to distract himself as he awkwardly toed at the floor. Kunhang let out a boisterous laugh from his place on the couch.

"This is so weird and so comically!"

"Bet I can beat you again even with this hot person sitting beside me! They'll give me good luck!" the boy decreed, hoping up onto the couch beside the other member.

"Don't call my signifiant other hot!" Sicheng whined.

You gave Sicheng another peck to the cheek and leaned against him.

"Let him have his fun," you muttered, reaching down to grab Sicheng's hand in yours.

Lucas

Yukhei and his younger brother had always been somewhat close. They spoke on a regular basis and his brother had certainly spent time at the dorms, but he was also a busy person.

Unlike Yukhei, who had given up taking over his fathers company to be an idol, his brother was being groomed by their father to be the next CEO of said company, which meant that the boy didn't come around a whole hell of a lot. Which also played into the reason why he'd never meant his brothers significant other. That is, until you opened the door to the dorm while Yukhei was being scolded by Kun for letting Bella pee in the house again.

"Can I help you?" you asked, eying the tall man.

Right away, you knew this person had to be related to Yukhei in some way. They two were practically identical. This man might just be a little shorter and not quite as stocky.

"I believe it is I who can help YOU, beautiful," he said.

Immediately, your cheeks heated up from the awkwardness. Clearly this man had no clue that you were sleeping with his brother. Or maybe he did and he just didn't care.

"I uh... come in... handsome..." you mumbled back awkwardly, having no clue how one should respond to such a greeting.

"So are you their maid or something? Because if you come work for me, I guarantee I can treat you better."

This guy was shameless!

"Uh... the others are this way... But I'm not a maid so..."

He followed behind you into the dorm and you could practically feel his eyes on your ass. You didn't think you liked Yukhei's brother very much.

"Come on babe, I know you're a shy little mouse, but give me something to work with here! Aren't you at all interested!"

"Well... you are handsome. As handsome as your brother but-"

"My brothers got a girlfriend! If you like him, surely you'll like me! Come on, one date!"

"I-I"

"Yeah her boyfriend doesn't really want her going on a date with her boyfriends little brother," Yukhei said, swooping in and draping an arm around your shoulders.

You felt yourself relax into his side, especially as the male in front of you realized the error of his ways.

"Oh my God! I am so sorry! I don't know why I just assumed you were single! Can we start over!" the male requested, getting on his knees to beg for forgiveness.

Ok, maybe this guy wasn't so bad.

"Get up you idiot. You're acting like you've never met a girl before!"

At that, a loud laugh erupted from your lips, making them both look at you.

"It's really ok! You didn't know! Just don't do it again," you laughed.

Xiaojun

The thought of Dejun having a younger sibling was something that had never crossed his mind, especially when he'd turned 16. He just never considered his parents would want to have more children until his mother informed him that she was, in fact, pregnant once again. Six years later, he didn't get to spend much time with his baby brother, but when he did, he tended to make the most of it. So when his mother offered to let Dejun babysit for the afternoon while she did some shopping, he couldn't have been happier. Especially because you'd finally get to meet the little boy.

When he was dropped off, you were blown away by the cute little boy that you immediately pulled him from Dejun's arms, cuddling him to your side.

"You are the most precious thing I've ever seen!" you cooed.

The boy cuddled against your side and placed a kiss on your cheek, one that had you beaming.

"You're so handsome! When you get older, you're going to have all the heads turning, just like your big brother!"

The boy giggled at that and wrapped his arms around your neck, hugging you tightly.

"Can I date you too when I get older?" he asked.

Dejun scoffed in the back of his throat, but you could see the fond smile on his face.

"Why of course you can! Unless you already have a partner!" you beamed, ruffling the boys hair.

At that, Dejun crossed his arms over his chest and stared at you with a pout.

"I don't wanna share," he whined.

You rolled your eyes at him, letting out a small little laugh as you pressed a kiss to his little brother's forehead and patted his back, sending him off to Kun, who promised to make the younger boy ramen for lunch.

"Are you seriously jealous of your little brother?"

"You shouldn't flirt with other guys," he whined.

You cooed at the male and leaned in close to press a soft kiss against his lips.

"You're the only one for me baby," you promised, laughing as you overheard the younger boy requesting that Kun make you a bowl as well.

"He's getting too attached," Dejun mumbled.

You kissed his lips again and took hold of his hand.

"I'm yours babe, and nothing is going to change that," you promised.

Hendery

Kunhang thought his parents must really like having children. And, to be fair, his childhood had been a pretty happy one. However, he was the youngest of four and the only boy. He was the baby and it showed. He was constantly being doted on by his parents and even his sisters who, at one point, would dress him up in make-up and make him pretend to be their fourth sister.

However, all of that changed when Hendery was 10 and news of his mothers pregnancy reached his unwitting ears. He had been angry. Angry because his youngest sister had told him "horror stories" of what it was like for her when he was born. He wasn't exactly ready. However, when his brother was born, he had a friend. Even if said friend was 10 years younger.

Now, a twelve year old boy sat perched on the couch between Kunhang and Ten, eyes glued to the television as they watched Harry Potter for the thousandth time.

"Does anyone want anything to eat? I'm going to make a sandwich," you called.

When no one responded, you set to the kitchen to put your own sandwich together when a figure suddenly appeared behind you.

"I bet your sandwiches are delicious! Could you make me one?" he asked.

You glanced back to give him a wide grin.

"Sure thing honey bunches! What would you like on it?"

He listed off everything he wanted on the sandwich and you set to work assembling it for him. You sliced the sandwich in half triangle style the way you usually ate your sandwiches and gave him a wide smile.

He sat down at the island and took a large bite, humming a little over-exaggeratedly at the flavor.

"It's so good!" he said.

You laughed and ruffled his hair before opening the fridge and handing him a 12 ounce bottle of coke.

"Only the best for you! Gotta keep those muscles growing if your gonna play spots when you get older!"

"Mom says I'm made for the soccer field! She wants me to try out to be a professional player! But I want to be an idol like Kunhang!"

What he said surprised you. Kunhang hadn't told you his little brother had interest in joining the entertainment industry.

"I'm sure you'd be great at it!" you encouraged.

"Do you think I'd fit in with NCT?" he asked.

"Are you kidding? You'd put them all to shame with your looks and talent! No one could beat you!"

"What are we talking about?" Kunhang asked, moving up behind you and wrapping an around around your waist.

You picked up half of your sandwich off your plate and offered it to him, to which he took a bite straight from your hand.

"He's interested in joining the entertainment industry!" you beamed.

Kunhang looked over at him, eyebrow raised.

"Ok, but stay away from my partner with those good looks and talent that could put us all to shame," he mocked, kissing your temple before plopping down beside you.

YangYang

YangYang was born five minutes earlier than his identical twin brother, which he had kept a secret from the prying eyes of the fans. His brother, while sharing his same facial features and eyes, was very different from YangYang.

His twin was more introverted and, unlike YangYang, had 0 interest becoming an idol. Rather, he wanted to become a veterinarian to go along with his love of animals. So, when YangYang went away to train, his brother was taking medical classes and it just never made sense for either of them to mention each other, specifically because YangYang's twin didn't care much for access media attention.

The members, however, were very aware of YangYang's twin, although they'd found out the hard way when his brother had come to visit and Sicheng had accidentally yelled at him to get his "damn shoes out of the hallway."

It had been hysterical when it was all said and done and his twin had quickly bonded with the older boys, letting them pull him out of his shell to find the energetic boy that liked to compete with YangYang on everything.

While you knew that YangYang had a twin brother, and that they were identical, the thoughts didn't cross your mind as you showed up at the dorm to spend time with YangYang. When Dejun opened the door, he informed you that YangYang was finishing up a shower and would be out soon, directing you to his bedroom.

When you walked in, however, you found "YangYang" sitting on his bed playing a game on his phone. Assuming he'd gotten out of the shower before Dejun had realized, you thought nothing of it and sauntered over to the boy, taking his phone out of his hands and plopping down on his lap.

"I missed you," you said, leaning back against him, letting your head rest against his collar bone.

"I um..." the boy stammered.

You'd never known YangYang to get flustered, but chopped it up to the members being in the dorm.

"What's wrong baby? Cat got your tongue?" you cooed, sending him a mischievous wink as you purposefully wiggled your bum on his lap.

"I-I"

"What the hell is going on?!" a very familiar voice tore through your reverie and your eyes shot up to the door where... YangYang stood, towel wrapped around his waist, another drying his hair.

"YangYang?!" you gaped, jumping off the lap you were sitting on. "But who?!" you turned back to the man on the bed and then it dawned on you.

YangYang had mentioned earlier in the week that you should come by to meet his twin brother. Somehow, that had slipped your mind and now...

"Oh my God!! I am so sorry!" you screeched, voice going up an octave as your cheek flushed a bright red.

The boys shared a look before both burst out laughing, doubling over with hilarity as your cheeks burned.

"This has got to be the best mix up I've ever seen!" the real YangYang cackled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him.

[chocolvte]

NCT REACTION — what wayv would be like as older brothers

REQUEST — wayv as older brothers? been thinking about this a lot lately

LISTEN TO — gam3 bo1 by seventeen

KUN

kun would be the best older brother out of all them and i live by that.

he would be like your rock bc of how reliable and understanding he is

and no matter what happens he’s always on your side

he takes his role as your older brother very seriously. he considers it his job to take care of you and make sure you’re okay.

if anyone ever hurt you, he’d kick their ass.

TEN

i feel like y’all have lots of inside jokes

and you have a similar relationship to bretman rock and his sister princess

like you bully tf out of each other but you’re also each other’s ride or die

let someone try and fuck with you and see how quickly ten pumps the breaks on that

also you share a lot of clothes and accessories bc you both have really good style

generally you get along well

WINWIN

sicheng loves tf out of you

you’re his precious baby sibling and he’s going to protect you from the world for as long as possible

the other members always laugh bc no one brings out this sweet, protective side of him quite like you do

he’s convinced you’re the best person ever

and so he’s always spoiling you by treating you to whatever you want or need bc you deserve it

LUCAS

he’s just a funny brother

lets you play video games with him but also low key gets upset if you start winning

he tries his absolute hardest to hold grudges but he’s just so bad at it

you’re like his best friend so he can’t resist talking to you for very long

bullies you a lot but in a kind hearted (??) way

he’s also just very immature whenever he’s with you. lots of people think you’re older lol

XIAOJUN

he definitely tells you everything

i feel like y’all gossip about everything that goes on in your family

and in your own lives. you both know everything there is to know about each other

and the other members are always hearing about you

i feel like xiaojun would eventually have to let them know that none of them have a chance with you and that’s that bc low key they’re all crushing on you

HENDERY

you thought you were getting a sweet older brother? try the most irritating person alive

he really is sweet, in his heart of hearts, but mostly he’s just annoying on purpose

always singing way too loud in your ear

and like grabbing your arms and swinging them around in little mini choreos that he makes up on the spot

pretends he won’t, but he always buys you food whenever you so much as breathe a word about being hungry

YANGYANG

the 2nd most irritating person alive

but at the same time you do be besties

he’s the type of older brother who you could call if you were having a bad day at work or school and he would immediately come pick you up to get ice cream or coffee

he’s also a very good listener and he can keep a secret if you really need him to

has the dumbest nicknames for you

[you-can-mork-me-in-your-heart]

Can you do a reaction of wayv reacting to you crying in the middle of an argument

Thanks for the ask and here you go!

Kun- Kun would immediately stop talking about whatever you were arguing about and would make you sit down and calm down for a while before apologizing. He would still feel bad but try to make you see it from his point of view or just try to have a rational discussion.

Ten- Ten's pretty emotional himself (though he doesn't show it too often) so I think he would understand. He wouldn't freak out or even find it too abnormal. He would also just try to talk it out and joke around like -C'mon it's not such a big deal. Also would end up crying if its serious but if it's not that bad, then probably just joking around and putting it all behind him. He would act as if the argument didn't happen so you wouldn't have to discuss it again and if it was his fault, then a short apology but nothing major.

Winwin- Winwin wouldn't really know what to say . He would probably keep asking you why you're crying and ask you to stop since it didn't even matter. If he was unable to stop you, I feel like he would leave for a while because he understands that you do need time alone. When he returns, the two of you can talk it out properly.

Lucas - Lucas would probably cry if you cry, honestly. He would feel really bad and apologize and hug you a lot. He literally cannot see people cry and especially not because of him. You guys would probably watch a movie later during which he shall keep looking at you to make sure you're fine.

Xiaojun- For xiaojun too, I think he would end up crying if what you argued about was serious. Otherwise, I think he would be quiet but still be there beside you. He would like to talk it out but only if you wanted to.

Hendery- Hendery would freak out. He would say that he's sorry like a billion times and keep saying that he didn't mean it. Probably start crying himself if it's pretty bad. Doubt he would understand to talk it out and would just keep repeating things and freaking out till you stopped. Definitely would be more careful after that and honestly scared to even talk to you, forget argue and would be super wary and awkward. You would have to console him to get him to be normal again.

Yangyang- Yangyang would most likely not know what to do. Best case scenario, he would just awkwardly pat you and stay there quietly or worse case, say something like say that you are being irrational and leave. But that's only because he doesn't know to deal with such a situation and would definitely feel very bad when he returned with ice cream to make you feel better. I feel like he would be one to not really talk about it. He would probably get you to play a game with him and let you win and that would be his apology.

[dojae-huh]

Hello Huh-nim I hope you are doing well.

I find it interesting you like talent shows. I do not know why, but I feel that most of them are biased at times and I lose interest quite fast. I do like AGT (America's Got Talent) and the other Got Talent shows in other countries. I really like the first initial try out and then I start to lose interest when it goes on to see who will win it all. It could be said the same for Korean shows like Produce series, A or B or What?, Sixteen (Twice Show), etc.

I do believe many Korean talent search shows do hype up performance talents more than singers. I never understood why. I agree with that SM really lucked on 4 seasons, but SM always find good/great singers. SM in general usually does well with balancing their groups unlike other companies I know.

Speaking of the narrative of "my underdog bias", I am sure you have seen the show The UNIT. For those who haven't it was an interesting concept of giving debut idols a second chance who were from not so successful groups. Unfortunately, it did not do well to gain public recognition. It truly is based on luck when it comes to getting recognition. same could be said for individual talent as well.

With members like Yuta, Winwin, and others their talents shine else where and many people fail to see that. It's always about my bias did not get any parts or was hardly seen in the MV/performance. I believe this is the influence of the age of videos going viral. It really pains me that everything needs to be viral in order for it to be a success -_-'

Btw I am excited for NCT field day episode are you?

Korean talent shows are usually dissapointing, so I drop them or skip a lot. I don't watch AGT, the short clips I see about the show make me think I won't like the format and the judges. I did watch a lot ot The Voice seasons from 3 English speaking countries. And all seasons and most of spin offs of Project Runway, heh. Ah, ANTP in the past. I watched traditional art, acapella and dance shows as well.

Agree. Idol agencies prefer looks and dancing skills to singing. SM secures a spot for a couple of good singers and allows them to lack in other areas (both Taeil and Doyoung at debut weren't visuals or good dancers). I get a feeling that producers who are musicians themselves (like the head of Mamamoo's company) care about vocals, while others don't want the additional work and rely on looks and sex appeal.

I watch talent shows for the contestants who pursue their dreams, for that hunger. And it's interesting to see "young geniuses" as they are exeptional people and differ from people around me (I'm the weird one in any company usually). One of the reasons Doyoung is my bias is his ambition and how he stands out even among idols.

Heh, I haven't seen The Unit, I heard of it though. I think I didn't check it because the groups weren't successful, so I saw no reason to invest.

A lot of depends on producers. Look at Omega-X, a group created from ex-members. It does pretty well, considering covid and all. And it does well because the group occupied a free nishe (Latin music inspired k-pop, SA as the main target) and the music is both gp friendly and good. On the other hand, Black6ix had a good first album, but a weak second one, and the pandemic ended the group despite the members having decent (for a non-SM group) vocals.

Or take StayC. Pretty average girls, but a smart producer.

I think many fans don't realise how they use their biases as "champion horses" to compete with one another, to cater to own insecurities and feel better and superior by being above somebody else. Instead of being happy for bias' improvements and new achievements or for being content with his life, fans need something to measure against other members or other units/groups. Sometimes it as absurd as the number of views under fancams or the number of sold merch at a particular shop.

Well, YT views matter because they show interest and the yt algorythm recommends popular MVs to new audience. However, there is a treshold above which views stop being that important. Many girl groups (like Everglow) have MVs with high viewerships, but they don't sell more albums than some other groups with much fewer views. EXO is a super popular bg, but I was surprised to know that almost none of their songs topped Gaon chart in SK. Taeyeon or Taemin don't sell many albums and don't have viral MVs, yet they earn enough and are widely recognised and respected.

It was nice to see NCT together again, eventhough the same lot ended up taking all the screentime, heh. Doil were on fire especially that day.

Two things stood out to me: 1) Doyoung asking XJ if YY started to eat, 2) Taeyong saying Sungchan and co are too nice, Doil need to go to make the fight spectacular.

And the best JaeDo moment was Jaehyun coming in to help with the fight for the ball and making Yuta leave the fight by nudging him away with the whole body. Doyoung wanted the ball, Jaehyun made sure he got it, heh. I still don't understand why there is no "I'll help you hide the body" type of fic.

[thesingingrevolution]

i cant breathe i bought an extremely overpriced shirt at the dream concert cause i wanted a memory/make sure i got something and it’s supposed to come with a trading card but the lady who bought it for me forgot to get it/didn’t come with it so i went up to ask later and this random man who clearly did not care about anything going on was like “you need one?” and i was like yes just one because im honest lol but then he told his coworker “get me a few of the cards” and THIS MAN GAVE ME LIKE 5 RARE NCT DREAM THE DREAM SHOW 2 TRADING MERCH CARDS?/!/?/?/??/ an unintentional angel.

[kaepopsicle]

Will you do the same fanfic moot thing? 🥰😊☺️

yes yes yes I will <33 — this is going to be really long lmao

[ @sarahbkwl ]

crack fluff — her and ten go to an art museum and compare each other to the weird looking statues and paintings

[ @rr0zu ]

romantic fluff — absolutely beautiful words and just paints a pretty picture, her and jaehyun walking down New York City while holding hands // wearing semi matching outfits ,, the sun going down behind them

[ @starrdustville ]

holiday fluff — her and doyoung putting up Christmas decorations and he lifts her up to put the star on the tree and he says something like “you’re the prettiest star of them all.”

[ @himitsu-luna ]

literally just fluff — taeil and her baking cupcakes but ends up messing them and up and just putting frosting on each other tehehehe

[ @floweringtheflowers ]

crack teen — her in the library with mark and they’re trying to study but keeps kicking each other under the table and end up throwing books and paper balls at earth other

[ @babyyangx2 ]

more romantic fluff — her and yangyang at an arcade and he’s trying very hard to get a stuffie for her (and him) from the claw machine

[ @beomqyu-s ]

fluff — she is going to an amusement park with txt and you guys are all cute and matching and having fun ,, trying to scare each other on the rides

[ @hangsxng ]

crack fluff — they are going to a mall with jaemin and they do that cute tiktok trend where they close their eyes and pick random pieces of clothing and try them on and have a whole runway show for each other

[ @ncitythoughts ]

pretty much all of these are crack fluff — her, john, and taeyong are doing those wine and paint classes but they all just end up messing each others paintings up and get drunk and laugh about it later

[ @imjustuhhvibing ]

shotaro is trying to teach her japanese and he laughs at her pronounciation and he thinks it’s super cute when she gets annoyed at his teasing

[ @yejisea ]

chenle and her going to see a scary movie and chenle ends up getting scared and spilling the popcorn on both of them

[ @liudejuns ]

friday night bf vibes — her and xiaojun chilling at in their apartment,, jun is playing his guitar singing to her while she’s laying on the couch watching him,, has her arm resting on the back of the sofa while she’s smiling at him

[ @yongsprout ] (ope you changed your name uwu)

taeyong was playing among us with her and he turns out to be the imposter and kills her — and immediately goes to apologize to her - “ahhh I’m so sorry !! I had toooo”

[ @junguwuta ]

her and jungwoo were watching a cooking show and trying to recreate the dish — ends up causing the smoke alarms to siren and the rest of the members run in thinking there was a fire and turns out it was just them, standing with powder on their faces

[ @strwberryneo ]

jisung and her are playing video games and she’s beating him so he messes up her controller so he can win and she ends up tackling him and they playfight and chenle walks in stares at them and walks out not wanting to know what happened

[ @heartyyjeno ]

jeno finally convinced her to go on a run with him and she does but ends up getting tired half way through so he carries her the rest of the way and they get ice cream

[ @mairah-shaikh ]

winwin, kun, and her go out to eat for dinner, and start discussing random conversations they think people at the restaurant are having

[ @btsastro ]

her and jungkook are filming a YouTube video where jungkook tries to do her makeup and ends up failing and starts laughing at how funny she looks

[ @fairvtale ]

lucas starts messing around and plays with her makeup and comes out at her looking like a clown and mocks her by saying “I’m the prettiest princess of all look at mee”

[ @johns-marshmallow ]

she’s in car with johnny and ‘do you want a build a snowman’ comes on so the two blast it and start scream singing it

[ @tinystupidwitch ]

goes out with hendery and he ends up hearing bad alive playing on the radio and starts crack dancing to it in public and she’s trying to act like she doesn’t know him but he starts dancing on her

[ @cloudychannieee ]

her and renjun were sitting on the floor painting and chilling until she decides to fuck up and put paint on his face and he decides to put paint on her face and they end up painting each other and getting paint everywhere and jaemin and doyoung come in and scolds you guys

[ @bbyyangiex2 ]

her and sungchan were at a gas station late at night to get some snacks and sungchan was making fun of her bc she couldn’t reach the top shelf and he grabs stuff for her while she kicks his shins and goes to get a slurpy

[ @moonbvul ]

haechan and her were playing just dance for fun but then they started getting intense and it turned into a competition and they just get super worked up and start getting all sweaty and tired but he wins and rubs it in her face while she smacks him

[ @danishmiilk ]

winwin was trying to read a book but she kept on bugging him and poking her head above the book trying to get his attention ;; he was trying to avoid her but she kept doing it until he finally put the book away and picked up up and asked her what she wanted — and she just wanted a hug

[ @yutaaaaaa ]

yuta and her were in osaka and she was so excited looking around seeing everything and freaking out while yuta was uwuing and blushing at how cute she is and gets her some stuffies and food and so when they end up getting back to the hotel her hands are full with goodies

[ @sush-iii ]

her and lucas were going shopping at a local grocery store — you decided to sit inside the shopping cart as he pushed you around, lowkey running you into things, you guys scream and laugh trying not to break anything

[ @thatkpopmeme ]

a fall / halloween au — chenle and jisung and her were exploring an graveyard at night, chenle was all excited while jisung was hiding behind her. not letting her go, and chenle ends up scaring the shit out of the two of them and laughs about it bc haha he thinks it’s so funny

[ @calypsohan ]

another holiday/birthday au — winwin and him were out getting snacks and soda for the party that ten was throwing, they end up goofing around and get everything except for the soda and snacks

[ @peachyhan ]

college au — jaemin and her were practicing for their dance final coming up and they had to master a salsa routine, you guys end up falling and laughing and not being able to take it seriously — but have a lot fun doing it

[ @ncteaxhoe ]

I want to say smut with John and Jae but I’m going to be fluffy and say it would be like a sleepover with Mark, and them, and you guys end up having a dance party at 2 am and doyoung comes in screaming at you to shut up

[ @ex0tic-vgh ]

was playing monopoly with markhyuck and mark ends up going to jail and haechan lands on his property having to pay him but he refuses bc and I quote “I’m not paying a criminal” (yes this is basically an au of that tiktok sound so all creds goes to that person he made it tehe — but imagine how accurate and funny that would be)

[ @seostudios ]

was sleeping peacefully on a Saturday when best friend!renjun comes in and literally jumps on top of her yelling for her to get up bc it’s his birthday and he wants to go party and get w a s t e d

[ @du0tine ]

goes skiing while yangyang and xiaojun and they were at the top and xiaojun got scared so yang being the bitch that he is pushes him down,, he ends up falling and being okay but throws a big chunk of snow in yangs face, and they end up snow fighting with solange is just trying to ski

[ @henderyprince ]

her and hendery were setting up a birthday party for kun but gets distracted but the decorations and ends up sucking up the helium balloons and makes a diss track with their voices sounding all funny — they also film a video of them dancing with the streamers acting like ballet dancers or ice skaters

[ @flytomyparadise ]

two words taeyong , rollerskating — you guys go rollerskating and he tries to act all poised and cool but ends up falling on his flat ass — and you skate over there laughing at him asking if he needs help up and he ends up pulling you down with him and you guys sit there in the middle of the rink laughing at each other

[ @mignonmark ]

mark meeting her family for the first time and he’s really nervous but she lets him know that they will love him no matter what — but he is still unsure so he asks john and jae for advice and they give him big brother help and it’s just pure and adorable bc he gets her mother flowers and is super respectful to her dad

OKAY I THINK I GOT ALL MY MOOTS — don’t be afraid to let me know if i forgot someone I don’t want anyone to feel left out — <333

[hello-yue-here]

Yuetara, zukka, and maiko

yuetara

ship

1) its not one of my main ships. i dont rlly read fanfic for them but if i see a cute fanart of them ill enjoy it and i think i first started shipping it because of good fanarts for them.

2) i like yuetara because of how similar they are. theyre both women from the water tribe. they both understand the misogyny that they have faced. and they both said f sexism im gonna be a strong woman. i also love the tui and la parallel. moon spirit and ocean spirit parallel COME ON. YUE IS THE MOON. KATARA IS THE MOST POWERFUL WATERBENDER. THEY ARE THE OCEAN AND THE MOON. the push and pull they could give eachother. that dynamic ftw.

3) i guess if i didnt like something about this ship would be the fact that if i read a fic or see a fanart w yuetara then than means in that particular au i wont get any yuekka and yuekka is probably my second favorite ship. but then again if i get yuetara than i could get a plethora of other sokka ships to go with it so my sadness disappears in like two seconds. gosh shipping is hard sometimes until you remember ‘hey i have like fifty different universes in my head. all ur ships can coexist in ur brain olivia’ other than that i really see no downsides to this ship. maybe i wish it had more content. maybe if it had more content id ship it a lot more but its not one of the more popular ships so the content is kinda few n far between on my feed.

zukka:

SHIPPP

1) my boys. my babies. my loves. i watched this show for the first time when it came out on netflix and when it ended i really didnt ship anything other than kataang. i came onto tumblr to find fun atla content and one of the very first things i saw under the atla tag was zukka content. i was like oh? whats this? zukka? interesting... i was intrigued so i found a list of fic recs and i fell in love with the ship. the rest is history. its probably my number one ship because it was my very first ship here and im nostalgic

2) oh boy there is so much i like about this ship. i relate to a shit ton of characters in atla. but sokka and zuko may be the ones i relate to most. i relate to sokka because i tend to feel second best a lot to my friends. i try to stay positive but things rarely go the way i plan or hope for them too and while im happy for my friends and their achievements i oftentimes find myself thinking why cant that be me? and i see this a lot in sokka especially in sokkas master. i dont feel special a lot and idk seeing sokka feel the same way and then realizing he is special kinda helped me realize that im special too. on the flipside i relate to zuko because i have wild anger issues and difficulty dealing w my emotions a lot as well. i get broody and short tempered and insecure very often and i tend to push people away and i refuse to ask for help (the amount of teachers and adults and therapists who have told me its okay to ask for help ur not any weaker because of it is astounding. do i listen to them? .....im working on it.) and i saw a shit ton of this in zuko. book one and two zuko rarely asks for help as seen in the blue spirit and zuko alone and he pushes away uncle so many times and even when the gaang iffers to help him in i think its the chase he tells them to leave. when he finally has his redemption and joins the gaang and lets them kinda become a better person i was so happy. i want that for myself yk. seeing him finally win the agni kai and overcome his family that always told him he was nothing was such a win. my sister and i get along but when we were children we were very much like zuko and azula. it was extremely competitive all the time and there was so much toxicity and sibling drama to a concerning extent. we get along great now which im very happy about but yeah their sibling relationship hit a lil too on the nose for me. seeing as i relate to these character so much and want them ti be happy i want to live vicariously through them so seeing them together is amazing for me to project into them. i love projecting onto fictional characters and with them i can project onto BOTH so its a winwin. plus so many zukka fics are so well written and heartwarming and heartbreaking and emotional and fluffy anf UGH the talent here us astounding.

3) what do i not like about the ship? again the list is long. oops. mainly the toxic shippers. there are so many toxic zukka stans that sometimes make it hard for me to enjoy this ship but hey! thats what the block button is for:) i despise how often people infantilize zuko and completely ruin his character for the sake of making him a soft weak lil boy who needs protecting. thats just not zuko for me. and ive seen many many accounts even state that this kind of portrayal of zuko is rooted in racist stereotypes about asian men (now i am white so i personally have never experiences racism but i feel the need to bring that up because it is wrong and attention needs to be brought to it because a lot of poc fans have criticised this) and the same for sokka. some ppl rlly skew his character and make him a big strong brute and hypermasculine and once again poc fans have said that this take is rooted in racist stereotypes. again! these are just my opinions! this is my favorite ship! but i think its important to acknowledge some of the bad parts of our ships as well and be critical where criticism is needed :))

maiko

ship

1) I LOVE MAIKO. “i dont hate you” “i dont hate you too” BRUH. my little heart just burst into flames. im sorry guys but maiko is so cute. they hate everything except eachother. BRUH that is one of the cutest tropes. i shipped them the moment i saw them together onscreen and i was so happy when zukos face lit up in the finale when mai came back.

2) “i hate everything but i have a soft spot for you” TAKE MY MONEY I AM A SUCKER FOR THIS. they are so cute together. like zuko is rarely happy in a majority of atla but mai makes him happy and i- 🥺🥺 HE DESERVES IT. and mai is always so supportive of him. when hes stressing out about the war meeting she tries her best to comfort him. and zuko cares about her too. he may not be the best at showing it but oh my god hes TRYING HIS BEST. i think its a very accurate portrayal of teenage relationships because they arent perfect and they do fight but like,, every teenage relationship does that. and even after everything and how he left her in the fire nation she still had his back at boiling rock. she still risked her life against azula to save his butt.

3) the thing i hate about maiko isnt even about maiko. its about antis who think mai is toxic and that zuko deserves better. that has got to be the worst take ive ever heard. they had a fight in ember island. that is NORMAL. they are teenagers. they are not perfect. but underneath all the rough edges and things they need to work out they still care about eachother so freaking much. i genuinelt believe that neither of them would do anything to intentionally hurt the other and i think thats what matters the most. if anything mai is the best girlfriend in the entire world because zuko fucked up like,, quite a few times. he got rlly jealous and dumped her thru a letter and ppl always say that mai was toxic for being mad at him for those two things. umm she had every right to be mad at him for both of those. and while zuko is allowed to feel his emotions and be angry sometimes as well sometimes he needs to think things thru and realize that hey maybe some if this jealousy is unfounded. BUT EVEN THEN. HE RESPECTED HER FEELINGS AND DIDNT TOUCH HER WHEN SHE SAID DONT TOUCH ME. HE RESPECTED HER. so i hate toxic maiko takes because they are literally so wrong in my opinion.

again all of these are just my opinions!! feel free to agree or disagree but please be respectful!! i will respect whatever u think as well because this is all just for fun :)

[babiesdreams]

Chapter 1: Allies and enemies.

Go check out previous chapters here so that you don't get lost

Word count: 12K ~ 20 pages

Johnny and Jaehyun bodies start reappearing on the same spot they were before leaving the room under the suspicious circumstances that nobody seemed to understand. Taeyong gets up from the floor finally recovering some light on his eyes. “What happened. Are you both okay?” Taeyong says looking at both of the boys alternatively with a worried look in his face.

“We are, but we need to talk” Johnny says in a low tone, completely worried about the situation. “Everyone older than Lucas, including him, come with us” Jaehyun says, backing his friend up. “Wait, Lucas and I are the same age” Mark says angrily. “Not you, Mark” Johnny says in a serious tone, which makes the younger boy give up on his intentions and shut up for the moment. All the mentioned boys leave the room, following Johnny’s steps to a longer and bigger room far enough from the previous one to not let the younger boys hear.

“Okay, What the hell happened?” Kun says getting slightly aggressive. “We had a mission assigned. We just had to follow it and we received points at the end of it” Jaehyun explains, leaving some empty holes to cover up for the rest to understand. “Why did you call us apart to tell us that?” Lucas says, not understanding the separation made by his friends. “Because, the missions are sexual” Johnny says in a low tone. “We don’t know that yet” Jaehyun complains at his explanation. “Our mission was sexual, but we don’t know if all of them will be like this” Jaehyun explains, giving more details.

“What was the mission?” Yuta says with a serious look in his eyes. “We had to-” Johnny tries to explain but Jaehyun stops him. “We had an agreement, what happened in the mission, stays in the motherfucking mission” Jaehyun says holding Johnny’s shirt on his hand in a threatening action. “Fine” Johnny grunts out, slapping the boy’s hand out of his shirt. “So about the points, How many of them did you receive?” Taeil says, trying to calm the heated atmosphere. “One each, and two for the reader” Johnny says looking into the oldest eyes. 

“So, if I understood correctly, we fuck, and receive bonifications for it?” Jungwoo asks in a teasy tone. “I don’t see the problem here” He says raising his arms in a not-understanding pose. “Then you tell the virgins how they’re gonna lose their v card in a fucking game with a stranger” Johnny says, agressively getting closer to the boy, who looks away, kind of regretting his words. “Wait, the game forces you to have sex?” Doyoung asks worriedly. “No, It gave us an option to decline the offer, but we don’t know what will happen if we do'' Jaehyun explains. 

“We have to figure it out. Whoever is next has to decline the offer” Taeyong says, speaking up after a long time processing the situation. “What? What if we die?” Lucas asks, almost offended by Taeyong’s offer. “I’ll do it then” Taeyong says, challenging the boy with his look. “Declining will not make us die, nor disappear” Ten says, interrupting the, in his eyes, pathetic scenario. “The game wants all 23 of us to play, they wouldn’t let us die so easily. We have to figure out how to get points though”

“By fucking, it’s obvious” Jaehyun replies to him, but ten shakes his head. “It isn’t like that at all” He explains. “Why not?” Lucas asks slightly altered. “You guys had a threesome right?” Ten asks, looking at both of them, trying to read their expressions. “Yes” Johnny replies honestly and Jaehyun reacts instantly. “Dude” He says, slapping the boy’s chest. “What? Does it matter at all? We don’t even know what they’ll have to do in the future. Let’s just not judge each other. Ten, continue please” Ten nods before continuing with his deductions. “If both of you had a threesome with the reader, that means she had sex with both of you, which gives us our first hypothesis. Points are simply a body count. We can actually verify that, on the next mission that implies any of you, because if they get more points, this theory will be impossible and completely wrong” He explains to the group that look at him amused by his abilities. “and what if that happens, and the hypothesis is wrong?” Kun asks genuinely curious. “Second hypothesis: Nothing to do with sex” Winwin finally speaks up, stealing Ten’s words. 

“This makes no sense at all” Doyoung says, holding his head in between his hands, in a desperately confused action. “It’s too soon to fully understand the game” Winwin says, tapping Doyoung’s back in support. “Can you explain to us everything that happened, so that we understand the enemy?” Jungwoo asks, genuinely scared now. 

“Dude I’m done with this” Johnny says angrily “Enemy? Do you even know what you’re saying?” She’s not our enemy. I don’t know about Jaehyun, but I had fun. It’s true that we didn’t want to at the beginning, but then we both wanted, and personally it was the best sex I had in my life. And the girl was just, perfect, she was all I ever dreamed about.” He explains in a heated tone of voice. “Dude, calm down” Jaehyun says, putting his hand on Johnny’s shoulder, but he puts it away. “No, dude, I won’t calm down. And you also told me this, you love her. We don’t even know her and we love her, how is that possible?” Johnny says almost tearing up. 

“The game master” Winwin says looking at the wall. “They will make us do whatever they want, they control us. So in order to defeat the game” Winwin starts explaining. “We need to know the master” Taeil finishes, understanding the logic. “I don’t care about the master, but the reader is innocent, I don’t think she knows what’s going on” Johnny explains, defending you.

“Hyung!!” Mark screams, as he rushes his way to the room’s door. He catches his breath slowly and says “The screen, has lighted up again” He says in between heavy breaths, provoking all of the boys to leave the room, rushing themselves to the “mission room” 

The message “Mission Two: Reaction” Can be read on the screen. The boys’ eyes are fixed on the screen, until something appears on the huge table positioned in the middle of the room. All of them look at the objects that just appeared, appreciating the 23 rings. They start grabbing them, until each one of them has one ring. 

“The rings will take the shape their owner wants them to be, and it will help you on your missions” The message appears on the screen making the boys turn and look at it. Almost instantly, Taeyong’s ring turns into a fancy looking ring with a red gemstone in the middle, Haechan’s turns into a simple ring with a sun drawn on it and Johnny’s turns into a futuristic looking clock. 

The rest of the boys are quite unable to change the rings as they can’t picture them to be anything else but a simple silver ring. “Team 1’s turn” The screen types making everyone look around trying to understand what it meant. Seconds later the older boys start disappearing (Taeyong, Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, Kun, Doyoung and Ten) 

They all appear in different rooms, far away from each other so that when Taeyong screams his lungs out, nobody can hear him. The rings of the boys (and Johnny’s clock) lets them see a new screen, this time projected on the air. “Mission: Walking on the reader changing, Team 1” The boys prepare themselves mentally, before two buttoms appear in front of their eyes: “Accept” and “Decline” 

All of them press accept, not even thinking about it. All except from Taeyong, who recalls the others’ words from before, about dying if declining, about how it wasn’t that bad… But he also listens to his inner voice, telling him how he must protect the youngest members from this forced situation, how he has to do something about this, get them out of this game. But he can’t decline now, not when everyone’s lives could be at risk. So he presses the “accept” button as well after a couple of minutes of pure hesitation.

The boys appear in front of a door, knowing damn well that they had to open it. Taeyong hesitates at first, but then he’s definitely determined and he opens it up quickly, seeing your half-naked body in front of his eyes. He asks you “Who are you?” And then everything shuts down, with a “Mission failed” message, written all over. 

“As it’s your first time, we’ll give you a second chance, act like you normally would to win the game” His ring projects out in front of his eyes. He sighs and opens the door again. After a couple of minutes, everything disappears, letting him alone in the room once again. “Reaction: walking on Y/N changing: Mission completed. Points gained: 0” Appears in front of all of the boys’ eyes.

And like that, their bodies start disappearing once again, to reappear in the common “Mission room” All of the boys that went on the mission look at each other, not knowing what to do. And Kun, taking the lead for Taeyong gets closer to the younger members, explaining how the missions work. “This one is kind of a reaction thing, so you just react naturally to the given situation. You don’t need to do anything at all just be yourselves okay?” He explains and the boys nod, still confused at the situation.

Yuta wanders around the room, looking for some sort of door, or even a clue of how to get out of there. His mind remembers the screen message about the rings and in his mind he pictures the ring turning into a nice necklace with a stone hanging on the middle of it. He smiles looking at how it changes its form on his hand. He then pictures a key on his head, but the picture of it isn’t clear enough to change the object again, so he just puts the necklace around his neck.

Johnny and Taeil try their best to calm Taeyong down, as his shaky hands hide his face from the rest of the members. Taeyong’s sensitive nature really makes him break at this stressful situation. In his mind there are only thoughts of how he should have somehow avoided this situation and protected his friends from this cruel game, but he knows deep down it’s nobody's fault, except for the creator of the game.

Meanwhile Doyoung and Ten discuss some theories about the game’s rules, how to beat it and the rings’ posible uses. Getting to the conclusion that they have one chance to change the ring’s shape in their own benefit. “Everyone, please do not change your rings’ shape just yet” Doyoung shouted loudly. “It may be useful in the future” Ten explains further in.

But all of these situations stop as the screen lights up again, this time with the message “Team 2’s turn” Before the second team (Jaehyun, Winwin, Jungwoo, Lucas, Mark, Xiaojun and Hendery) starts disappearing slowly. They are mentally prepared for this after listening carefully to Kun’s words and they get the job done pretty easily. They all open their doors right away, giving real reactions to the given situations, just as Kun instructed and getting out of the game pretty quickly. 

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The common room is filled with different theories, “The writer’s our only enemy” Taeyong says angily. “We don’t know that” Doyoung interrupts him. “They could not be conscious of what is going on” Doyoung explains calmly. “Guys” Haechan says softly, but everyone ignores his words. “Guys!” He shouts, getting everyone’s attention. “We can read what she writes” He says looking at the screen he’s been touching for the past hour. 

“What?” Renjun says turning his gaze to the screen. “Look, Here’s Johnny’s and Jaehyun’s first mission. And here’s the first team reaction” He says pointing at the screen. “Don’t read it” Johnny says intensely, running towards the chuckly boy. “You think I didn’t already? Cute” Donghyuck coos at the older boy. “That was private, you little” Johnny says, grabbing the younger boy's shirt in his fist. “Calm down Johnny” Ten says patting his back and he lets Haechan’s body go. “How did you get in?” Ten asks curiously. “There was a password, and it was “nctot23”, not really imaginative, don’t you think?” Ten chuckles lightly at his joke.

“And, the writer’s name is Sam. Look at her first post. Her name is Sam and she clearly has limits established on her writing. Also, she’s asking for requests, which means the readers can actually tell her what to write, but she hasn’t got them yet. Also she talks about how we are the first group, not the only one. Conclusion: She’s clearly a fan and not plenty conscious of this game she created.” Haechan exposes his theory and the others listen carefully. “How do you know she’s a girl?” Jeno asks, still confused at the situation.

“Mainly because of her profile pic, but also because the only fic with a clear gender for the reader is referring to a girl, which leads me to the conclusion she’s most comfortable with that type of fics, as it’s also her first one, so 99% sure she’s a girl.” Donghyuck explains, feeling proud of himself. “Okay, let’s define limits in here. The screen will only be used to get information about Sam, not to read others' fics, as it is an invasion of our privacy '' Johnny says looking fiercely into Haechan’s eyes, who smirks. “Agreed” He says smiling lightly.

As Team 2 gets back in the room, the boys see how their reaction mission appears on the screen. The boys explain the new information to the Team 2’s boys. “This is too much information” Winwin says, getting his hands to his head, exhausted and overwhelmed by the whole situation. “So you’ve read what happened that night” Jaehyun says with fierce eyes looking right into Donghyuck’s, who chuckles. “Yes'' He replies teasingly. “So it’s just fair that we read one of yours when you get them” Jaehyun says, challenging him. He smiles and just says “Whatever, dude, I don’t think I’m Sam’s bias anyway, so I doubt she’ll write about me that way. But if you wanna learn from my abilities, I don’t mind teaching you” He says in a teasy tone that gets into Jaehyun’s anger.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him” He growls out getting up, but Johnny stops him. “It’s fine dude” Johnny says, calming him down. “I still don’t see this as a bad thing. I mean, today’s mission wasn’t even hard” Jungwoo says, raising a brow. “And our youngests friends won't have to do weird stuff, so like, everything’s fine” He explains. 

“We haven’t even eaten since we got in here” Chenle says with a pout on his face. “Game, we want to eat” Sungchan says, after the boy’s comment. The screen changes into the lettering that normally can be seen on it. “Food on the dining room ← ” Types on the dark screen. Everyone looks at it and follows the arrow direction, getting into a big ass dinning room, with a luxurious table, set and full of their favourite foods and a lot of different technology devices, 23 phones, along with different game consoles and a huge Tv that could be seen from every corner of the room. Apart from the table, big couches, able to fit all of them and even more people. 

Their eyes shine, mesmerized by the expensive looking dining room, which contrasts with the minimalistic common room. “Dude” Mark says. The younger members chuckle and explore around the room, while the oldests get right to the food. Everything looks delicious, the different plates full of food and the expensive wine, beer and other alcoholic beverages. Hendery’s mouth starts drooling at the view and delicious smells. “Thank you sam!” Lucas shouts happily, getting some chicken into his mouth and eating it right away. “Dude, shut up, we don’t know if she sees us” Winwin says shily hitting the boy’s arm.

“Oh I hope she is” Lucas says with his mouth full of food. Ten looks at the plate from where Lucas got his food and points out. “It’s obvious she likes Harry Potter” Chuckling “The food plates get filled when you eat them” He says. “And there’s no doubt she likes us” Taeil says, smiling as he gets some food as well. “It looks like it’s not too bad, at the end of the day” Taeyong says sitting on one of the chairs and Johnny sits next to him, getting his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “I told you” he simply says, smiling at him.

Everyone sits up and eats as much as they want. Filling up their energy as they do. The magic atmosphere of the room makes them forget about the whole situation. Well, not all of them forget. Renjun, who’s stayed silent through almost the whole experience, keeps in mind how the youngest members haven’t yet entered the mission, wondering in his head when it would happen. He also can’t help but wonder how Sam would be, how she would look like, how her life was like… Everything was a question without answer in his busy mind.

There’s another member whose mind can’t keep quiet, Sungchan. For him it was strange to see how a fan was writing about him too. Why write about him that soonly? And also was he old enough? He was 18+ but he hadn’t yet had his first time, so he really was wondering about all of that.

After a couple of hours, Team 3 were called for their part on the mission. 

Nervousness was constantly present. The boys get into different separated rooms, just like the other Teams did. All of them recall Kun’s instructions about the mission, however Jaemin and Shotaro can’t help but be anxious and hesitant. Jaemin’s mind is busy thinking about which approach he should go for, a sexy vibe or a cute approach. He thinks about the vibe he gave as an idol, of the image fans normally have of him. He thought of that mix of cute and sexy and acted upon it.

Shotaro just was insecure about the situation, after listening to the rest of the boys' plans. The funny approach of chenle, the cute and innocent approach of Jisung, the sexy approach of Haechan… He was just confused on how to react. But he finally decided to let go and react like he would have naturally done.

They finally finish the mission, getting out of the rooms with, yet again 0 point.

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The rest of the members explored the place, which happened to be huge, almost like a whole city. There were three different buildings, equipped with their own kitchen, dining room, and bedrooms, the doors to the three buildings were completely open when they found them. 

The first building said “Team 1” The second “Team 2” and the third one “Team 3” So they deduced where they had to stay at night by the labels. Also the outside wasn’t normal. There was a sun, but it was quite brighter than the regular sun, there also were clouds, but they looked fluffier than the regular ones. And the grass? The brightest tone of green. The color palette was really something. At the distance there was a whole city to be explored, but since it started getting dark, the boys decided to just stay in the huge buildings for the night.

The team 1 building was simple, minimalistic and modern-styled. The walls were completely white, the details, and furniture were black, contrasting the walls. The bedrooms upstairs were plain, simple and pretty much non-personalized. There was a lack of decoration in them that made them feel empty.

The team 2 was a castle looking house, more classy, big columns, nice sculptures, huge chandeliers… The general vibes were royalty like (Just like the residents). The bedrooms had more personality than Team 1’s but still pretty basic, given the royalty vibe of course.

Team 3’s building was simple yet fun. There were a lot of different games, technology devices and pcs. It had a neo/ futuristic vibe to it. Each room was a different colour themed. Still there was no personality into them, it was more of like a well decorated, general room exposition (?

Each team entered their assigned buildings. Closing the doors behind them, even though they were alone in that world, you just never know. The boys have a nice sleep, the best they had in years. The beds and buildings were specially designed for having the best sleep and rest possible. 

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Next morning, Doyoung was the first to wake up, going directly to the main door, in search of some fresh air. But when his hand went to open the door it was completely locked. He was unable to open or break it, making him frustrated.  After calling all of the Team 1 boys in, they cleared out how it was definitely locked. 

The boys tried to scream, to communicate with the other teams, but they received no answer whatsoever. In their heads there was still a possibility that they didn’t close the door, but reality couldn’t be changed. 

Meanwhile inside Team 2 building, everything seemed fine, Jaehyun made breakfast for the rest, even if they could have just gone to the great dining room and wished for whatever food they wanted. But he felt the sudden need to cook, and the faces of the younger boys made it worthy. But this magic moment broke into tiny pieces when he tried to open the door to share the food with the rest of the members, but it didn’t open. Just like Team 1’s door, it was locked and impossible to get open. 

Team 3 was completely aware of the issue before any of the mentioned noticed. As Jeno and Jaemin saw a lot of bicycles, they wanted to go on a ride around the fantasy looking village. But it never happened, as the door was completely closed. But fortunately, Jisung, who had been playing with the phone he chose from the dining room, thought of a way to communicate. 

“Okay, there are only three apps. The first one is the app about the game, where we receive the missions and where the writer posts. The second app is an app that connects the phones with the rest of the devices, so that you can play, watch tv, etc. in here. And the third app is a communication app. It connects all 23 phones together, so we can just talk to them through the phones” Jisung explains calmly. “Yeah but there’s no guarantee that they’ll see it” Chenle says looking up. 

“Maybe, but yesterday I texted Taeil to test it, and he responded, so maybe we should try” He says and the rest of the boys give up. “Fiiine” Jaemin says, getting his phone.

--General chatroom--

10:30 A.M [Jaemin] : “Are you locked as well?”

10:31 AM [Taeyong] : “Yes”

10:31 AM [Johnny] : “Yes”

10:31 AM [Jaehyun] : “Yes”

10:31 AM [Winwin] : “yes 😔”

10:32 AM [Yuta] : “Winwin don’t be sad TT”

10:33 AM [Ten] : “Do you all have passwords pads on the door?”

10:34 AM [Haechan] : “Yes”

10:34 AM [Hendery] : “Omg I hate this place”

10:34 AM [Lucas] : “I can’t solve this things 😭😭😭”

10:34 AM [Yangyang] : “Are there hints or something?” 

10:34 AM [Taeil] : “Have you all eaten???”

10:35 AM [Jungwoo] : “We should choose a member per Team to talk, os this is going to be messy”

10:36 AM [Haechan] : “Done, I’m my team’s representative member”

10:36 AM [Chenle] : “@Haechan, you’re not”

10:37 AM [Xiaojun] : “Let’s just not talk unless it’s something important”

And just like that the whole chat room went silent, as every team decided to just try to figure out on their own and, if something worked, they could tell each other. 

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Team 1:

“Stop trying, It won’t open” Taeil says exhaustedly to Johnny. The strong boy has been throwing himself towards the door for hours now, making it look even more impossible that it originally looked like. 

“So we’re stuck” Yuta says, sitting on a comfy white and black sofa. “It’s because we closed the door, the lock was already designed. but we made it work like that. If we knew that before, we could have changed the password” Ten slowly explains. 

“So, can we cook? I’m hungry” Johnny says, finally giving up. “I’ll do that” Kun simply replies before getting lost in the kitchen. “God, I hate this place” Doyoung says, leaving for the outside backyard, getting some fresh air finally.

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Team 2:

The atmosphere was somehow chilled. The situation wasn’t really planned, but these boys were having a nice time together. Mark, Lucas and Hendery were constantly laughing at each other's jokes. Jaehyun, Xiaojun and Winwin were casually discussing what to try for the password. And Jungwoo was just chilling, trying to enjoy the peaceful atmosphere.

Maybe it was the fact that the place was really comfortable and more than what they could ever wish for, but they weren’t feeling anxious at all, which completely contrasted the atmosphere on Team 1’s building. 

“Have you tried 127?” Jaehyun asks. “Duh, It was one of the first things I tried” Sicheng replies teasingly. 

Their constant jokes and comments made it the best atmosphere among the 3 Teams.

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Team 3: 

They were all chilling, busy playing games, or watching TV, or using the pc, not really worried about the situation. Except for Haechan, this boy had stuck in his mind how he should know the password of the lock, even if he wasn’t really able to. It was not that he was worried tho, more like he wanted to prove himself.

“No, no, no, Fuck, I missed” Jaemin shouts “You suck at this game” Jeno teased him. “Shut up” Jaemin said, getting into a fake fight with the boy. 

“You both shut up, I can’t think” Donghyuck shouts from the door lock. Shotaro, who walks beside him, offers the boy some chips from a bag he was holding “Thank you” The angry boy says, grabbing a chip. *angrily eats the chip*

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Days quickly pass by. Stucking the boys into a routine, based on getting the missions done and returning to the comfort of the buildings. Once they finish their missions, they appear right where they were before, so they’re still unable to exit. The missions can be summed up in something like this:

Members chronicles:

→ How to say this: [+18]

Yangyang was confused. Why him over other members? He wasn’t really that popular and he wasn’t usually the target of this kind of stuff. Yet all of his thoughts disappear when he sees your body, your face, the natural glow on your skin, your perfect shade of hair, you were everything he ever dreamt or wished of. The mission went off just like a lucid dream, a completely perfect one, making him want to stay forever with you.

But when he returned, he faced reality. You weren’t more than just a game’s character, so he really shouldn’t fall in love with you. That was the reasonable thing to do. But his mind… His mind was completely out of reality, only thinking on your face, your hair, your body… Your voice, your smell, your touch. He can’t stop thinking about you, because you were the most perfect thing he ever saw, or touched.

He just can’t quite understand how it is possible. And why he should just forget about you. It wasn’t fair at all.

→ Mirrors:

Doyoung wakes up, heavenly breathing. “Was that a dream or a mission?” His mind wonders, but the points board showing on the projection of his ring confirms it. He moves tiredly towards the shower. He really promised himself not to fall in love during this thing, this game. But how could he ignore the memory of a perfect, real looking dream?

The cold water brushes away his thoughts, letting him free of thoughts, of your memories. The fact that this was all a game made him anxious, thinking you could die or disappear every moment. But mostly, the thought of not being able to know where you were, was just something superior to him. 

→ Day 1: Kun. [+18]

His hands were shaking, moments ago they were grabbing your figure in them, your perfectly designed figure. Yet why weren’t you there? Who was the reader? Who was Sam? Why was she so cruel?? Kun’s mind was angrily wandering around the different things that this game gave him, and the one it took away from him. Feeling uneasy, and confused.

→ *Haechan’s pov: “Fuck” He curses, seeing the 23 nights with nct masterlist. “We’re all going in” He didn’t really have a problem with this game, or the situations, but he liked his sexual stuff to stay private, he could get really… Kinky sometimes and he didn’t want the members to judge him. 

→ Day 2: Jaehyun. [+18]

“That was hotter than Mission one” He simply thinks, letting his body rest on the comfortable bed. The soft blankets and mattress hug him in, making him sleepy fastly. “I might love her” He simply thinks before falling completely asleep.

His dreams are full of your image, being that the only deep wish of his mind at the moment. His dream recreates the mission, every detail, every moment, every touch...

→ Day 3: Jisung.

“Is this how love feels?” Jisung’s mind was really full of different thoughts. He never experienced something like that before and it wasn’t bad at all. In fact, he felt good, almost happy(?. He couldn’t quite describe it properly… It was just weird. And after a long time lying down on his bed, looking at the ceiling and thinking about everything and anything, he finally got back to his usual self. He played games with the boys and tried to forget about the fictional person he fell in love with, though it seemed like an impossible mission.

→ Mlt tease you.

A survey appears in front of the boys’ eyes. The questions were really weird too. “From 1 through 10 How much do you enjoy teasing people around you?” There are quite a lot of questions but they eventually manage to complete it, the last question was the only one marked as required. “Which member is the biggest teaser?” 

The answer was unanimous, “Haechan” “Lee Donghyuck” It was quite easy to determine the boy’s nature.

→ Drawing post.

“She drew me?” Doyoung asks and Donghyuck simply nods. “It’s quite nice, isn’t it?” He says, showing the drawing to the older boy. “Yeah, but why me? Out of all of us, why me?” Doyoung's words really reflected how serious and worried he was. “Maybe you’re special, who knows?” Haechan says shrugging. 

→ Day 4: Sungchan.

“Game take me back” He shouts. Sungchan’s screams can be heard everywhere around the building. “I promised her she wouldn’t have to leave my side” His eyes become teary as he shouts the words. “Why did you take her from me?” His voice breaks, getting into a tone that could break anyone’s heart. “Why are you doing this?” He screams even more, yet no answer is given to him. Renjun runs towards him, as the rest stay quiet, pale at the situation.

“It was just a mission Sungchan” He says calmly. “It was more than a mission Hyung” His cries suffocate against Renjun’s sweater. “Sam’s crossing the line” Jeno says, clenching his teeth as he gets out of the room. 

→ Day 5: Johnny. [+18]

“Fuck” He whispers. His hands try to hide his bulge as he gets to the shower, trying to calm himself down. He’s heard how everyone’s been sad or mad about their missions,, but his missions were really getting him horny and needy. It’s almost as if they were made for him, as if Sam knew him. The cold water makes his skin bristle. 

His wet body leaves the bathtub, getting out with a towel around his hips. Even if he took a cold shower and tried his best to forget about the mission, he couldn’t get his bulge to disappear.

→ Lucas blurb w/ kids.

Lucas appears again, in front of the rest, all of the guys’ eyes fixed on him, trying to decipher what his mission was about. Lucas looks away and walks upstairs, trying to hide from everyone else. “Hey, tell us what it was about” Hendery shouts but Mark hits him lightly. “Dude leave him alone for a while”

Lucas' figure hides in the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. His eyes get filled with tears as he looks in the mirror, looking at his arms, where he previously was holding his newborn child. Tears keep falling down his cheeks, as he felt he lost his whole world, a world he didn’t even know that existed, yet a world he couldn’t live without. 

→ Day 6: Taeil. [+18]

“I’m not like that” He thought to himself. “I’m not like that” The thought repeated inside his head. His hand hits his head, as he was trying to convince himself of his inner thoughts. “I’m not jealous” He screamed inside of his head. “I’m not jealous of him” But then he remembers the mission, the way your body felt around him, your moans, his heavy breaths. “Fuck” He whispered.

He lets his body fall into the soft mattress. His eyes look at the white ceiling, but instead of white he sees your image, moving in front of him. Instead of the silence he hears your moans and whimpers. It felt like the movie was replaying in front of his eyes.

→ Day 7: Yuta. [+18]

05:45 AM [Yuta] to [Haechan] : “You had fun huh?”

05:46 AM [Haechan] to [Yuta] : “I wasn’t in, you stupid.”

05:47 AM [Yuta] to [Haechan] : “Okay, okay, don’t kill me, I’m just saying you’ll have fun kkkk”

Yuta’s laughs fill the silent room. “That was fun” He thinks to himself. His smile can’t disappear from his face. He remembers your face, your laughs, your whimpers, Everything is just too blurry to remember, yet too perfect to forget.

→ Roleplay w/ Johnny.

Johnny’s screen lights up showing a notification: [To Johnny: "Hi baby, looking handsome lately ;)"]

“What the hell is this?” He thought to himself. But the screen soonly showed instructions. Answer the reader’s questions/ talk to them. He scratches his head. “How should I answer this?” He thinks, while he remembers the missions he’s been in and starts typing:

[“Okay, first of all, thanks for the compliment, but, babygirl, Who told you to call me baby? Cause they’re so wrong, bet you don’t wanna be a nasty girl. -Johnny suh I like to be called daddy or just Johnny thank you ;)”]

→ Roleplay w/ Yuta.

[To Yuta💕✨ “I might be falling for you deeply” - baby anon.] Yuta chuckles when he sees the message “She’s so cute” He thinks before he types his answer [“Oh baby I don’t blame you for that. But with this pretty words of yours I might be falling too. -Yuta”] He throws the phone to the bed and hides his face inside his bog palms, as his cheeks blush like they never did before.

→ Day 8: Ten. [+18]

“I’m gonna fucking kill that guy” He thinks to himself, but his body disappears from the scene. “Fuck” He says, throwing something to the floor. Johnny enters his room, wanting to check on his friend, after the loud noise. “I need to punch something” Ten says, looking angrily at the floor. “What happened?” Johnny asks curiously. “A dude fucking recorded us. What if it gets leaked?” He says worriedly. “Dude, this is not even real, it was just a mission, remember?” 

“Right” He thinks calming down, breathing in and out slowly. His look loses life somehow, as if reality just hit him. “She’s not real” He whispers slowly. 

→ Day 9: Doyoung. [+18]

He gets up off the bed, slowly. His lids close, remembering the image, the clear image of the mirror reflection. But this image starts getting blurry, your face, your body, they’re all mere distant thought, memories of what someday happened and what may not ever repeat again. His hand punches the wall, getting some wounds on his knuckles. 

He wants to punch himself, he wants to stop his mind from thinking what he’s thinking, but how could he? How could he ever forget this? How could he live out of this game?

→ Chapter 0 .

“It's all written, everything that happened” Jungwoo thinks. He’s been reading the blog too, even if he wasn’t interested at first, he thought knowing the enemy was essential. “We are here because she’s writing it” His inner voice is angry as he’s able to tell now that this is completely Sam’s fault. “I’m getting revenge someday” He finally thinks, putting his phone away.

Haechan on the other hand, had another vibe when he read it. “I think she just wanted to write something different, I don’t think she knows we really exist” He explains. “Well that makes sense” Jeno says, understanding his words. “But that means she’s not gonna be able to take us out of here. Because she doesn’t know we’re here” He says looking down. “I guess” Haechan replies. “But honestly, it isn’t so bad, is it?” Yangyang says from a distance. “I mean, this place is really comfortable, and the missions aren’t dangerous” 

“He’s right” Jaemin agrees as he eats some snacks. “It isn’t that bad” Chenle looks at him offended. “Well it could be better decorated. I hate my room’s wallpaper. It’s so ugly” He says and Jisung laughs “At least we have games, I heard Team 2 members live in a palace, they don’t have technology” Jisung says laughing. “A palace?!” Chenle’s high pitched voice screams “That’s so unfair” His disappointed voice says.

→ Reaction clumsy 

Team 1 talked all night about Chapter 0 and how it could affect them. The change of topic in the posts was something really dangerous. From basic romantic stuff to a far more detailed and thriller matter. That meant the topics could change to very different matters, putting them in danger. That’s why they decided to break the game, break it from the inside. 

The boys planned on destroying the scenario, making it impossible to complete the missions. However, when they were in, nobody was able to break nor do anything, except for Johnny. He managed to punch a wall, breaking it and the game suddenly shut down, for a split second. But it gets back on. This time letters and even the image is glitched, almost like a regular game. 

He sees your body and walks towards it, before everything restores completely he whispers at you. “We are trapped in a game you have to do something to get us out” You look at him confused, but his serious gaze gets you doubting about his words. Was he being serious?. “Just act normally for now okay?” He whispers and like that the whole game comes back to its normal state.

When he reappears with the rest of the members he proudly speaks to them. “I talked with her about this” He says and everyone looks at him. “You did what?” Taeil asks. “What? It’s something good for us” Johnny explains but nobody is convinced by his words. “You broke the 4th wall dude” Yuta says scared. “It’s fine” Kun starts speaking while showing them his phone. “She deleted what you said to her, but the file is corrupted” 

“Then we got what we wanted right?” Johnny asks but everyone shakes their heads. “We want to break the game, not confuse the reader” Yuta explains while he leaves the room with a disappointed look.

→ Day 10: Chenle.

“NO” He shouts, still crying. “Don’t take her away again” His desperate voice breaks all of the boys’ hearts. “Please” His voice and cries get weaker as he lets himself fall into the ground, on his knees. Jaemin comes inside of the room, while the rest decide to stay away from the situation. “What happened Chenle?” He says hugging the younger boy in his arms. Chenle manages to tell him, in between cries. “You’ll see her again” Jaemin says, trying to make him feel better. “That’s not true, nobody requests anything about me. I don’t know if I’d ever be able to see her again” He whispers, with a sad tone.

→ Day 11: Yangyang. [+18]

“Hey, can we talk?” He asks Chenle and the younger boy nods lightly. “How did she look for you?” He asks curiously. “I don’t know how to describe her, but I remember her dimples” Chenle says as his mind travels back to the previous night. “Why?” 

Yangyang looks at him and then looks away “Because mine didn’t have dimples, I guess it’s different for everyone” He says looking down. “I guess we see what we want to see, just like the readers read about their favourites, we get to picture how they look for us” Chenle says, expressing his inner thoughts “That’s why it is so easy to fall for them” He finishes. Yangyang sighs “I guess so… It just… That means they’re not real right?” 

Chenle looks at him with a disapproval expression “Not like you see them, but they exist” He simply says. Yangyang sighs louder. “Let’s play videogames” He says as he tries to forget about the mission.

→ Dream of Hc.

“Oh she dreamt of me...Cute” Haechan thinks to himself. He sighs as he reads the words. “Is she anxious?” “Why would she be?” His thoughts fill his mind, completely. “She says she’s not whipped. Sureeeeee Sam, sureee” He uses a teasy tone on his mind and smiles like a fool at the thought. 

“We cooked ramen, do you want some?” Jaemin asks, getting into his room. “Yes, I’m coming” HE says getting up.

→ Day 12: Jeno. [+18]

Jeno brushes his hair, looking into the mirror. His hand touches it, as he recalls your face reflected on the mission’s mirror. His hand hits the mirror, breaking it into pieces, but getting fixed instantly. His hand, however, has cuts everywhere, letting blood come out of every tiny cut. He’s not even worried about that. He gets some bandaids from a first aid kit and puts it around his hands, making pressure so that the blood would stop coming out. 

His mind just can’t stop thinking about you. Your ghost hunting his dreams and days, he’s not himself anymore and he can’t do anything to make it better. 

→ Like this forever XJ [+18]

He lays down on the bed, on a spooning position, just like he was doing on the mission. His hands caress the empty spot next to him, recalling how your figure looked minutes ago. Tears keep falling from his eyes as he hugs the air. “I’ve missed you too” He whispers.

He stays like that for hours until he falls asleep, trying to dream about you so that he could see your face at least one more time. Yet knowing he should not think of you that way.

→ Day 13: Taeyong. [+18]

Team 1’s eyes all look in one direction, helplessly. The girl’s lying exhausted figure in the middle of the room. Her head was bleeding from the hit the strong man gave her in the Mission.  “Who is she?” Johnny asks. “It’s the reader” Doyoung says calmly. “No, she looks nothing like the reader” Yuta answers, getting closer to my body. 

“Is she dead?” Taeil asks, covering his eyes from the bloody scene. “No, she’s just hurted”  Taeyong clears out. “We need her to get info” He finishes. “She’s Sam” Ten finally points out. Everyone owes, not believing his words. “We need to kill her” Yuta says seriously. “Are you crazy? She’s our way out” Doyoung says to him.

“Let’s calm down and wait for her to wake up” Kun says as calmly as he possibly can. “Then we can ask her whatever we want” He finishes, letting the cold atmosphere calm down a little.

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6th January, 2021

I wake up in a room just like I described, just like I imagined. The boys were all looking at me, intimidatingly. They looked just like I had always imagined, like I had always seen them through my computer, yet I knew they weren’t happy with me at all. 

“Don’t touch me or I’ll kill you” I say aggressively, getting ready to fight. “Calm down, we just want to talk” Kun says slowly. “Are you Sam?” He asks and I nod.

I felt the need to explain myself, my actions, my existence. I felt like I didn’t belong in there.

“I didn’t mean to trap you in here...I- I swear. I’m not even sure how I got in here”

I was so scared of them, but I felt like they were also scared of me, I just couldn’t control my stutter. 

“She’s lying” Johnny says, looking away from me.

My brows furrow, forming an angry expression. Before I couldn’t control my fear, but now I couldn’t control my anger. This was not my fault, I was sure of that. 

“Why would I get myself in here?” I say challenging the boy. “Because you want to do the things you write about with us” Johnny shouts, making me back up. “Shut the fuck up Johnny” Doyoung says, still looking at the floor, as he did since the beginning. 

“What?!” I say laughing. “You didn’t get the password?” I tease the boys, who look at each other kind of surprised. I started walking down the stairs, walking my way to the front door, as the boys followed right behind. “Did she laugh?” Taeil asks, still kind of confused. “I think so, It might be an easy password” Yuta whispers to him. 

“Do you know how to get out of here?” Kun asks me slowly. I try my best to calm down, breathing in and out slowly. “You mean the game?” I ask him and he looks to Ten and Taeyong, as if asking for an answer himself. “For now, we want to get out of the building” Taeyong says calmly.

My mind is full of different thoughts but somehow the fact that they didn't get the code correctly was so funny to me.

“Look. How many units are there in NCT?” I ask them and they look at each other again. “Four?” Taeil asks, breaking the silence. “I mean, like fixed. The ones that have a defined number of members… there are three right? 127, dream and wayv. Yours was really the easiest. You are the oldest members, so it was in between 127 and wayv. But most of you are from 127 so…” 

“So it’s just 127” Ten says, hitting his forehead in disbelief. I nod and press the said numbers on the password pad. The door instantly opens, making a fool out of the boys. “So what about the rest?” Yuta asks, genuinely curious. 

“Okay so dream and wayv are based on letters, but the passwords only allow numbers, so you have to convert them. Using a phone, you can see how every number has 3-4 letters assigned, so just like that, you type the word…” I start walking towards the Team 2 building, and stop at the front door. “So.. Wayv, should be 92999888” I say pressing the numbers and opening the door. The view from the inside is quite messy. The combination of Team 2 boys was really something… questionable. 

“Didn’t you guys clean?” Doyoung asks with a disgusted expression on his face. “We were gonna, eventually” Hendery says from the inside, with a piece of bread in his mouth. “Who is she?” Mark asks from the distance pointing at me. 

“We’ll explain to you later” Johnny says, hugging Mark as I keep walking towards the dream building. then I type 37773326 on the password pad. This time, as the door opens, a far more neat environment can be seen. That said, though, all the boys were eating junk food while playing games, on the main couch. 

He follows my steps as I try to get away from him. “I need answers” He says calmly. “I’ll give answers to everyone, but as I said I don’t know everything about this” I say turning back to look at him again. “Tell them to meet me in the dining room… I’ll prepare some things”

I decided to let the boys talk as I went to the main dining room, waiting for them to clear things up. But I got so distracted in my mind that I didn’t notice how Doyoung followed me inside the main building.

He grabs my hand, stopping my steps, only when nobody could see us. “I know you from somewhere” He says looking deeply into my eyes. His gaze could have killed anyone within seconds, but I stayed strong. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” I simply say getting off of his hold.

But, even if I want to ignore his words, they get stucked in my head. Did I really know him? Apart from his idol image... Was there another relationship between us???

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Doyoung stays quiet for a while, looking at how Sam disappears in the infinite corridor to the dining room. His mind is still confused. He has seen her before for sure. He had to know when and how it happened.

He comes back to the boys tho, letting himself enjoy the cute reencounter moment. He tells everyone what Sam just told him and all of the boys went inside of the main building. When they arrived inside the main building they were all too amazed by how changed inside of it was to notice how Sam turned her back to them. That said, Ten and Renjun noticed the weird movements she made, but they didn’t really think it was important.

The dining room was like ten times bigger now, and the ceiling was so tall that they couldn’t even guess how many meters tall it was.  The big table had a fancy vibe now, and the chairs also looked somehow expensive. A big chandelier was the cherry on top to everything. The tiny crystals reflected the white light of the light bulbs.

“How did you…?” Winwin asks and Sam simply chuckles. “Take a seat please. I’m Sam, you also may know me as the writer or the creator of this place. I don’t know how I ended up in here, nor how you guys got trapped in here. But I have the power of modifying and creating things inside this universe. You also have this power in different ways like the…”

“The rings” Jeno says looking at his finger. “Exactly, you can change the ring’s form for your own benefit, though it might be tiring and hard for you. You can also change your rooms and building decorations if you picture it on your mind.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, we don’t care about that” Jungwoo starts speaking “How do we get out of here?” He finishes his sentence, finally allowing Sam to talk. “I’m still unsure, but I think it’s related to the points you receive when you complete the mi-” 

“So we have to do a lot of missions to get out of here?” Chenle shouts, in disbelief. “Not exactly..” Sam tries to explain but Sungchan interrupts her “I’m not doing this” He says almost getting off his seat. But Sam was faster, as she shut the door, making a loud and scary sound with it. Everyone starts looking at her, amazed at her powers and her reaction.

“Let me explain first. Points aren’t what you guys think. You receive points according to how much the reader falls in love with you” They all look at each other, confused, not quite getting the concept. “The way you act provokes a reaction in the readers, comments, likes or even just their reaction on the fic count as points. And these points are how you get out...I guess” Sam finishes her explanation, relaxing her shoulders now that everyone is more calmed down. “And how will you get out of here?” Doyoung says with a deep and concerned voice. Sam looks at him, confused at his question but also kind of frustrated. “That’s my problem”.

Everyone starts discussing the different topics the new info bringed up. Sam simply starts walking towards the door and disappears in the dark corridors. Nobody is able to notice, at first, though within minutes Mark noticed her absence. When he walked outside, looking for the stranger, he found her sitting down on the floor, eyes closed and head looking down. In front of her, a huge new building was getting built, well at least until she opened her eyes, noticing an unwanted presence. The whole building disappeared like that, not letting a single brick behind. 

“I didn’t hear you coming” She says getting up, looking at the boy’s confused eyes. “Your nose…” He points out and she simply wipes off the blood coming from it. “I got beaten up on the mission, don’t worry for me” Her voice sounds kind of exhausted, but she smiles at the boy anyways, in a failed attempt of fooling him.

Another presence breaks the atmosphere though. Johnny’s big arms lead her body, pulling her by the wrist. He leads her to a more private spot and starts talking. “We need to talk. What you’re doing is not fun, and it’s not good for us. This game you created, needs to stop” He says threatening the shocked girl. But none of the words he says get into Sam’s head, as her lids start shutting down and her nosebleed gets heavier. 

Johnny’s hands shake as he holds her, shocked and confused as to what happened. His mind is full of regrets and concerns now. “Hey Sam, Sam…” He tries to wake her up, now lying her body on the floor, letting it rest. “GUYS” He shouts, and everyone around runs towards him. “You’re gonna get well, I promise… Fuck… GUYS, HURRY UP” His shouts sound like a father who’s about to lose a child, that level of desperation can be heard in his broken and raspy voice.

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7th January, 2021

I woke up in a different room this time, completely lonely, or so I thought. By the decoration I guessed it was from the dreamies building. I sit down on the bed’s edge and put my head in between my hands. “You are already awake?” A voice said in the distance and I was able to recognize his tone from miles away. 

“Haechan…” My voice sounds like a whine, wishing with all my might it wasn’t him. “Hey, you should thank me, I was the only one who wanted to stay awake at this late hour” He says, not looking away from his noisy game. “Well, whatever, have a good night” I say, trying to leave the room but his hand stops me.

“You can’t go, you’re still not feeling well” He says with a concerned look on his eyes. “I’m fine” I let out with an exhausted tone, but just when I’m about to go, his arms trap my whole body on a back hug. “You need to stay here” He whispers and I simply sigh. “Turn that thing off then” I say, giving up.

He obeys, not wanting to fight for longer. “Okay so… I’ll sleep on the floor” He says looking at the floor, his cute offer makes me chuckle. The spacious room lets me imagine another big bed far enough from the initial one, making it appear right after, just where I pictured it to be.

“You can sleep there” I say, pointing at the new bed, and getting back inside the bed I was previously on. “But this was my bed” He coos. “I already slept in here for hours, why does it matter?” I say turning my back to the boy, who smirks, knowing I couldn’t see him. “Do you wanna know what I did on this bed?” He whispers and that’s enough to make me jump out of it. “EW” I simply comment on the boy’s little teasy chuckles.

Night passed fast enough, though my mind couldn’t rest from thinking how to get out of the game or how I got in in the first place. It had to be with Taeyong’s night, for sure. Maybe the idea of introducing myself into this fics wasn’t the best one after all. But it gave it a different kind of vibe right?... I don’t know, at this point… I just wanted to come back.

“Are you gonna sleep forever?” Hyuck’s voice really gets me on my nerves. “You know… I still control who goes into the missions, It would be a pity to make you suffer somehow....” My teasy tone makes him chuckle. “That’s a lie, You’re just doing requests now, so it depends on the reader” He’s so sure about his words that it is almost concerning. “How did you…?” My voice on the other hand, is confused and insecure. 

“I guessed your password, have been reading everything” My eyes widen at his comment. “Everything?!!!” I say sitting down on the bed. “That’s right, I’ve seen your post simping over my photos… You could’ve just told me. And you even dreamt of me so...” He says trying a seductive voice, but completely failing at it. “EW” I shout as I get out of the bedroom. As soon as I step out, Yangyang collapses with me.

The boy was holding a bag of chips on his hand and he had a single chip inside of his mouth. I widen my eyes and apologize to him. “I didn’t know you were awake” He says after eating the chip in his mouth. “Weren’t you supposed to tell us Haechan?” The boy shouts to Donghyuck, who acts like he hadn’t heard it. “Anyways, it’s nice seeing you’re fine” The boy says with a smile. “You should talk with Johnny though, he’s kind of… down” His words vanish as his figure disappears downstairs.

I follow him and get out of the building. Just on the front door, Johnny’s concerned figure walks in circles. When I get out, the boy looks at me right away. “You’re awake, thank god” He says, hugging me. “Umm…” It’s all I can say from his tight hold. “What the hell happened?” He says getting off the hug and looking right into my eyes. My eyes try to avoid eye contact as his gaze was just too intimidating. “I don’t know” I say looking down.

“You’re scaring her” Ten says from the distance. “I’ll talk with her” He says, getting closer. Johnny is still confused “Did I scare you? How am I scary?” He says to me and I chuckle. “You’re not scary, just slightly intimidating” My hand taps his shoulder, trying to comfort him. Ten finally gets closer, taking my holding my arm with his hand and we both walk together into the distance. 

“I think it’s your powers” He simply says looking straight up. “I’m fine, I was just overworked. When I overwork myself my nose bleeds, it’s not about my powers” I say looking at him and smiling. “Well, now you gotta take care of yourself. Our lives also depend on yours. We can’t get out of here without you. That’s pretty obvious” His concerned tone makes me realize just how serious the situation is. “I’ll try my best to get you all out of here. I promise” My body stops and I lend him my hand, shaking his as in a promise. 

The boy smiles, shaking my hand too. “We need to talk about a couple of things still” I say in a more serious tone and he simply nods.

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The dining room is full once again, everyone sitting on their usual chairs. Sam’s chair floats in the air, standing higher than the rest. Everyone is looking at her, still amazed by her abilities in that world.

“Okay, First of all, I’m gonna show you how to use your rings to your own advantage. I have this ring of my own” She says getting her golden ring off. The ring is simple yet a heart decorates it. She takes the ring inside her hand and throws it into the air. The ring spins in the air, turning into a phone that she catches right away. 

“You need to picture something that you may need, this way, you’ll have it easier on dangerous scenarios, like the one Taeyong and I went to” She shows the phone to everyone, the tiny heart was still present on the phone, being the shape of both cameras. “And if you do it again, it can turn into another thing like…” She throws the phone into the air, making it turn again, this time turning into a sword that she grabs easily. 

“You have to be careful with these, and never. I repeat NEVER, hurt another member, we don’t know what happens if someone dies in here” Her tone is quite serious, and her actions are still confusing to everyone. That said, Yuta, whose ring already got turned into a necklace, finally gets it to turn into a pair of green earrings which he shows to everyone.

“Look” He says happily and Sam smiles from her place. “You got it” She says as her chair slowly gets into the ground again. “Now, we need to talk about where I should sleep at least for a couple of days. I tried to make a building for myself, but I’m just too exhausted right now” She explains and the boys nod in understanding. 

“She’s already sleeping in my bedroom, we should keep it that way” Haechan says, starting the discussion. “Your building is the one with more people, she should come with us” Lucas replies to him. “With you, the messy team, I don’t think she wants that” Taeil says teasingly.

“We are not that messy” Xiaojun clears out slightly offended. “She should come with us anyways, we are the most responsible team” Kun says to him. “Why does that matter?” Xiaojun replies, even more offended this time. “Hey guys, shotaro wants to speak, let him say something” Sungchan says tapping the shy boy’s shoulder so that he would start talking. “She’s our age, we... should.... be..... together” He says shyly and everyone goes crazy, discussing different topics and which dorm was the best. 

“Can we just let her choose?” Doyoung says, already tired with the pointless discussion. “T-Thanks” Sam says, after she had to hear the whole discussion. “It would be just for a couple of days, and I already made a bed into Haechan’s room, and, as much as I hate his presence, I feel like it’s the best option. If anyone wants to change rooms with him, that’s your decision, I truly don’t care about it” She says standing up and leaving the big room.

Everyone stays silent for a while, but then they start arguing about who should sleep in Haechan’s bed.

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7th January, 2021 - 8th January, 2021

My mind tries its best to turn the ring into a laptop and, after a few minutes, I finally get it. The laptop is a nice shade of white, with golden strides along it, and in the back, a cute golden heart can be seen. I smile, as I’m finally able to rest and simply write whatever comes next. 

I put on strawberries and cigarettes and start writing the fic for 🔮 anon. Until a hand poses on my shoulder, I turn back and look into Taeyong’s concerned eyes. 

“Is she alive?” He says slowly. I smile lightly trying to comfort him. “Look here” I say pointing at the screen. “It says to be continued. If there’s another part, she’s not dead” A smile appears on his face for the first time since he got out of the fic. 

“That doesn’t mean she’s not in danger though. But we’ll figure it out” I say calmly. “As I’m also inside this fic, I’m not the one writing it” He looks at me confused “Then who….” 

“That’s what I’m trying to guess” I say looking back at the screen “Can you tell Ten to come here whenever he can please?” He nods and disappears out of the room. But I don’t get much time alone as Donghyuck enters the room tapping my shoulder so that I would look at him.

“What do you want?” I say slightly irritated. “You said you hate my presence and now we are rotating on who sleeps in here” He says with a sad tone. “So what?” I say turning my back to him and resuming my work. “Why would you say that. I know deep down you enjoy my company too”

“The problem is” I start saying “that is soooooooo deep down” I say looking at him for a second with a smile drawn in my face. “Oh come oooon” He whines out but Ten’s steps into the room stop him. “Did you call me?” He simply says supporting his figure on the door frame. “Yes, please, sit somewhere. Haechan get out, this is private”

The boy pouts before leaving the room and Ten sits on a chair next to me. “Look, I got this request, well it was more of like a story that happened to this girl. It is really sad and I just wanted you to know that you should be extra soft with her. I know we’re in a stressful situation, but she needs this” I say, my voice cracking at the middle of the sentence. “Just try your best please” I say looking down, controlling tears from falling down my cheeks. 

“Hey, I promise” He says, lending me his hand, so that I would shake it, just like we did before. “We’ll get out of here together” He says smiling and I simply nod at him. He stands up after a minute and steps out of the room. “It’ll be ready for tomorrow, so prepare yourself” I shout and he replies with a “YES”  I got some minutes alone, yet again, being alone in a world with that many people wasn’t easy.

Renjun enters the room and sits on Haechan’s bed, while eating some kind of sugary snacks. “Do you want some?” He says lending me the bag he was holding. “No thanks, I can’t eat those” I say with a smile. “You can’t eat them?” He says, widening his eyes, I simply shake my head. “I'm intolerant to a lot of stuff, so I really shouldn’t, plus sweet stuff isn’t really my thing” I say and he lays back on the bed, humming. 

“I’m intolerant to Haechan so I get what you say” The boy says and I chuckle loudly. “He really is something else” I say in between laughs. “I’m sorry that you have to share a room with him. Or really with any of us, It might be really uncomfortable” Renjun says looking at the ceiling, getting lost in his words. “It won’t be for long. And I think it’s worse for you guys than for me. I mean… It was my fault that you had to be in here and you’ve all been nice to me. I feel like I don’t deserve that. 

Renjun sits down, now looking at me as I talk. “I don’t know about the rest. But I’m happy that you’re here. At least we have something to do in between missions” He says and I look at him confused. “Something to do?” I ask blushing. “Yeah, like getting to know you” He says and I hide my face out of embarrassment. “What did you think I meant?” He shouts in shock. “I don’t know” I reply laughing.

My eyes return to the screen, as I continue writing, after a conversation with Renjun, he gets out of the room. I keep writing and writing, getting some extra fics done, so that I have more time for other stuff later. I check out the clock at the bottom of the screen and my eyes widen at the view [3:30 AM] “Fuck” I whisper before someone knocks at the door. “Yes” I say and the person enters the room. Doyoung’s figure appears calmly and slowly. “We decided to take turns to sleep with you” He explains softly.

“Yeah, Haechan told me about it. That’s his bed” I say smiling, my voice is almost a whisper so soft, so calmed. He simply nods, sitting on the said bed. “You should go to sleep too” He says softly and I nod. Even if I wanted to disagree, I knew I should rest and sleep so I obeyed, getting up and walking towards my bed.

“Do you think we’ll get out of here?” He says, looking down. “I hope y’all get out of here someday” I say looking up as I layed on the bed. “What if we don’t want to?” He says laying on his bed too. “Why wouldn’t you want to?” I say curiously. “This place is nice, we get to rest… I don’t know… I like this” He says sighing. “Well, we can talk about it tomorrow, we should go to sleep” He says and I nod, laying on one side, facing the wall. 

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A high-pitched scream and heavy breaths wake Doyoung up. He looks to both sides, confused as to what is happening, until he sees Sam’s figure. Her chest was rising with every deep and fast breath, her forehead was really sweaty and her eyes teary. 

“Sam, are you okay?” He says slowly getting closer to her, but she doesn’t answer. Once he sits on the girl’s bed, she hugs him tightly, crying on his shoulder. “I had a nightmare” She says in between cries. Doyoung smiles lightly, appreciating her cute nature, yet worried about her state. “Do you need something?” He says tapping her back.

“Can you…” She tries to say something but stops herself, as if she was too afraid of speaking her mind. “Tell me” He whispers in her ear. “I need to hug something when I sleep…” She says cutely and he chuckles. “Do you want me to sleep with you?” He says pulling off the hug and looking at her right into her eyes. She blushes and says “N-not in like- Nothing weird... Just sleep” She stutters and he smiles nodding. “Just sleeping” 

His body lays right next to hers, letting her arms hug his waist. She quickly falls asleep again, which lets the boy calm down for a while. 

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8th January, 2021

“Oh My God. We agreed on this” Haechan’s voice gets me up, as I slowly open my eyelids. Doyoung was already standing up, leaving my arms empty. My cheeks blush as I remember what happened last night. “Nobody was allowed to do that and you know it” His screaming voice really gets into my brain. “For the last time, WE DID NOT HAVE SEX” Doyoung screams back at him. 

I get up and look at Haechan, asking for answers. “Was that the reason for your scream last night? What did he do to you?” He says worriedly. “I had a nightmare LEE DONGHYUCK. And I needed someone to hug. He was just nice to me god” I say, already exhausted at the situation. “You had a nightmare?” He says worried. “Are you okay now?” I look at him, tiredly. “I’m fine” I say, tapping his head. 

“Also what the fuck was the “we agreed on this” about?” I say tilting my head and the boy simply disappears out of the room. My eyes turn to Doyoung who also leaves the room and says “Good luck on your work” before he completely disappears. I sigh, already tired of being surrounded by 23 guys.

But I’m not able to think for much longer as blood starts coming out of my nose again. “I didn’t even write anything yet” I think to myself, still unsure of what these bleedings were about. I still don't know what it is, but it’s definitely something that concerns me. I’ve never gotten that many nosebleeds in my life. But whatever it is, I’m sure I’ll be able to figure it out on my own. 

......................................................................................................Sam.

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Fellas, is it Gay to Kiss The Homies? <TEN-CENTRIC>

Genre: Light Hurt/Comfort

Pairings: Kunten (Qian Kun x Ten Lee) and implied (Ten x Everyone) [ALL SHIPS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE PLATONIC]

Word Count: 1455

Warnings: Fluff overdose, might give you diabetes /t

Synopsis: Ten just really likes kisses and he wants to give them to his friends. That’s it.

A/N: I wrote this wanting it to be Platonic!Kunten but tbh it may have gotten away from me a little bit so believe what you want ig

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30021543

Ten has always been overly affectionate. In the eyes of Weishennies, Winwin and Yangyang bear the brunt of it. On variety shows and lives Ten can sometimes be found floating around one of his two didis or entirely attached to them. It’s become a joke among fans and members, the way Ten calls Yangyang baby while the maknae responds with countless protests and whines. But something fans are unaware of is that off-camera, the Thai male’s affection extends to all the members. Ten is known to demand touches from most any friend in reach. Even Kun, despite the pairs’ constant bickering. The WayV members have grown used to Ten’s insatiable need to hold and be held. There’s a silent understanding between the 7 roommates. All the boys know that comforting Ten is just more of a physical thing. Each member understands, and some have even become fond of the actions. Most surprisingly Winwin. Though he seems like a total skinship anti, he’s all smiles whenever Ten envelopes him in a hug. 

For the endless love and acceptance of his bandmates, Ten feels so incredibly blessed. But even in such a wonderful situation, there are things Ten can’t have. And lines he dare not cross.

To Ten, there’s nothing inherently romantic or sexual about his lingering touches. To him, spooning with his friends is his way of showing platonic affection. Obviously some things are reserved for romantic/sexual partners: making out and things of the like. But the lines between friendship and partnership are far thinner to him than most. He hasn’t told his friends about his affinity for kisses, having only recently come to terms with it himself. All through his life he’s had these fleeting urges to kiss his friends, and he’d always passed them off as intrusive thoughts. But lately, these urges have become more persistent. When his members are especially kind to him, he feels his attention float briefly to their lips, wishing to give them a small peck. It’s always a peck. A forehead kiss, eskimo, cheek, knuckle, nose; always something innocent. A mere grazing of lips to skin. No matter how innocent the intent or the action, Ten can’t help but feel completely and utterly ashamed. 

Friends aren’t supposed to want to kiss each other, he chides to himself. The dancer already feels like enough of a bother asking to cuddle and hold hands, he fears that by taking the extra step, he’ll lose all 6 of them entirely. So he pushes these feelings deep down, and continues on, hoping the others don’t notice his worry. 

Unfortunately for Ten, Kun prides himself on being in tune with his members’ emotions. Kun first realizes something is wrong during one of the group’s rare off days. He and Ten had opted to stay home, the younger practically BEGGING him to continue watching Doctor Who with him. The two eldest boys have been watching it together for a couple months, and have already plowed through 2 seasons (that’s quite impressive considering how packed their schedules are). Since it’s nearly impossible to refuse Ten anything, Kun finds himself lazing the day away on the couch, carding his fingers through the soft brown locks strewn across his lap.

“Fuck. Everything,” Ten says after they finish the season 2 finale. “Whoever made this episode is a monster.”

Kun giggles, leaning down to wipe stray tears from Ten’s cheeks. “You knew it had to end eventually Tennie.” 

“YEAH BUT THAT WAS SO M E A N!” Ten removes his head from Kun’s lap as the older laughs harder. “It’s not funny!” The Thai man pouts, only eliciting more laughter. 

“Aw you poor thing,” Kun teases, pushing himself off the couch and holding a expectant hand out to the pouting brunette. “C’mon you big baby. Let me make you something to cheer you up.”

Never one to turn down free food, Ten trudges to the kitchen and sits down at the table while his ge gets to work. Ten watches Kun work for 15 minutes before turning to the table and placing a bowl of noodles in front of Ten. The younger looks up at the singer then, an almost indecipherable look on his face. In those few seconds of silence, Kun sees hesitation in Ten’s eyes, an uncharacteristic moment of pause. It’s like Ten wants to do something but he’s restraining himself. Then all too quickly, the look is gone. Ten thanks Kun for the meal before scarfing it down. 

Kun doesn’t bring it up then, or when he sees the same look directed at Hendery the next night while they’re playing Monopoly. He waits a week before finally confronting the boy, having seen the same hesitant gaze 5 or more times by now.

He decided to confront him after their biweekly Just Dance tournament. Kun and Ten were on a team together and kicking everyone else’s asses. After winning their 4th consecutive battle they’d hugged victoriously. When they pulled back, Ten had “the look” written all over his face. And without warning, he pecked Kun on the nose.

Oh.

Ten stood straight in horror, he didn’t even give Kun a chance to say anything before bolting out of the room. The 5 other members followed him with eyes full of worry and concern. They’re only semi-placated with Kun’s promise of “I’ll talk to him.”

Kun opened the door to Ten and Hendery’s shared room to see Ten facing the wall dejectedly, curled tightly into his blankets. The older made sure he moved softly and quietly, not wanting to spook the boy. He sat himself on the bed across from Ten’s huddled figure, not missing the other boy’s flinch. Kun lays down behind the boy, wrapping his arms around his middle.

“I’m not mad Yongqin, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Kun uses Ten’s Mandarin name, knowing the younger loves the way it rolls off his tongue. “I just want to understand, ok?” The older rubs soothing circles on Ten’s arm with his finger.

“I’m sorry,” Ten whispers, almost imperceptibly quiet. 

“Qinqin I told you there’s nothing to be s--”

“No but I am sorry,” Ten says, turning himself in Kun’s hold to face the older, but still not making eye contact. “I-I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I could tell it was bothering you.” Kun says, raising the eyebrow of the dancer.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Kun confirms. “So do you have a crush on me?”

“Not at all,” Ten says honestly. He fiddles with his fingers between their parallel chests rather than meet Kun’s gaze. “I just… hhh I don’t know how to begin to explain it.”

“Take your time.” Kun assures which Ten is exceedingly grateful for. Kun has always been patient and level-headed that way.

“It’s kinda like… you know how you hug your friends? To show them you care about them?” Kun nods easily. “Well, for me… kissing is kinda equivalent to a hug with a friend. It’s just...my way of showing affection I guess,” Kun nods again, taking in every word Ten says. “It became apparent a few months ago. But I didn’t want to bother you guys with it, so I kept quiet. And I know it’s weird and it’s really no big deal if you don’t want to I can--”

“Ten.”

“Yeah, It’s too much isn’t it? Can we just pretend this never happened? I’m really sor--”

“Ten.”

“Look Kun don’t worry about it. It’s really fine. I just want to--”

“Yongqin.”

Ten finally ceases his baseless ranting. Kun rubs up and down the boy’s upper arms.

“Ten it’s fine. I never said I disliked it. If platonic kisses are something you want… something you need,” Kun smiles lightly. “Then I don’t see a problem with that.”

This time Ten actually does look Kun in the eye, cat-like eyes wide with disbelief. “What?”

“Just explain to me what you need Yongqin,” Kun whispers understandingly, and for some reason it makes Ten blush a little. “I’m all ears.”

Ten was left completely dumbfounded. He had just proposed something… crazy.... and yet Kun isn’t running. He doesn’t seem weirded out, or scared, or disgusted. He’s still there. 

“U-um…” Ten starts. “Just… small ones, I guess. Like cheek, nose, knuckles, forehead, hair, that kind of stuff,” Kun processes all this again. “A-and pecks on the lips are nice sometimes… i-if that’s not too much.”

Kun shakes his head and smiles, “Sounds good to me!” And to punctuate it, he places a small kiss on Ten’s forehead, setting the boy’s cheeks aflame once more. 

“T-Thanks,” He says genuinely.

“Of course Tenten,” The older contemplates giving him another kiss for assurance, but he decides that he shouldn’t overwhelm Ten too much just yet. “Anything for you.”

KUNTEN PIC OF THE DAY:

I call this one: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[nakamoto-aesthetics]

Toxic | k.dy

synopsis: your relationship was toxic so doyoung decided to do something about it.

pairing: boyfriend!doyoung x toxic!femreader

genre: angst

warning: the reader in this story is terrible in general im sorry enjoy it tho

“what the fuck is your problem?” you were being dragged away from the group by doyoung. he went into a corner of the nightclub where nobody else was.

“what’s my problem? what’s your problem?” he said through his teeth, not yet releasing his death grip. you tipped your wrist away from his grip and rubbed it.

“what are you talking about? your the one that’s dragging me away and plus i asked first. what is your problem?” you ask again expecting an answer.

“my problem is that you keep flirting with haechan” doyoung shouted angrily as if he was gonna explode. you were glad nobody could hear anything over the loud music that was playing because public arguements were always embarrassing. when people stared at you in general it just made you uncomfortable.

“i’m not even flirting with him all i’m doing is talking and laughing. i’m just trying to have a good time. you wouldn’t understand the definition of having a good time though. you never did” you try to say calmly but there was definitely fire underneath the surface of that sentence.

you don’t wait for a reply and turn around, heading back to the table. he was being ridiculous.

it was no secret he already couldn’t seem to win against haechan so by you flirting with him, he seen that as a threat. he couldn’t lose his girl to haechan too. doyoung would be defeated if that happened. that’s why he was so angry, he literally told you that before but you obviously didn’t care.

doyoung sighed, trying to keep himself calm. he knew he wasnt tripping. he was sick of this, you always did this to him and he let you, for a reason he didn’t know but he went back to the table. he was seated right next to you. haechan was sitting next to you. the whole time you hadn’t said much to doyoung and were instead talking up a storm with haechan.

johnny, mark, lucas, jaemin, winwin, and yuta were seated at the table with you guys.

all of them had their own conversations going on amongst each other. johnny and mark were debating about whether korean cupcakes were better than american cupcakes. lucas and jaemin were talking about lucas joining nct dream. which was never gonna happen. winwin and yuta were just flirting or more so yuta flirting with and teasing winwin. that brung his attention to haechan and you. you both were talking about video games. doyoung didn’t even know you liked video games.

doyoung rolled his eyes and sighed and stood up walking over to the bar. nobody was talking to him so he went to a place where somebody would start a conversation with him. he sat down in a seat and got a shot. he turned to his right, dark eyes staring right back at him.

“hey” the sweet voice says. she had the most dark and compelling eyes he’d ever seen.

“hey” he says back. she was beautiful no doubt about that but doyoung wasn’t a cheater he knew how to control himself.

“what brings you here?” she says further looking attentive at him.

“my girlfriend isn’t talking to me and instead flirting with my friend. how about you?” doyoung asks.

“my boyfriend is drunk and dancing with other people” she points to a guy on the dance floor, grinding against another girl.

“damn i’m sorry but if you don’t mind telling me, what’s your name?”

“lee mina” not a real life person she answers.

“kim doyoung” he smiles.

a few shots later between the two and the conversation really began. they were talking about how they ended up in this situation. drunken laughs were shared. doyoung was finally enjoying himself.

after that conversation they asked questions about the other, wanting to get to know the other.

“where are you from originally?” doyoung asks.

“im korean american. i was born in california until my parents moved to seoul.” doyoung smiles at that. somebody with a different background for once. he found that interesting.

“so you speak english too?” she nods at that.

“yes i speak fluently” mina says i’m english. doyoung smiles and she smiles back. from afar they looked like they’d been in love and that’s what you saw. you were glaring at them.

“hold on” you said to haechan and stormed over to doyoung. “what are doing?” you asked. doyoung looked at you calmly. he was calm from all the shots he had.

“i’m enjoying myself isn’t that what you wanted” he said in a calm tone. mina glanced between the two of you.

“that doesn’t mean you need to talk to another girl” you said angrily.

“i’m sorry just give us a second” doyoung says to mina and gets up, walking to an empty area with following him.

“it’s over” doyoung says simply.

“w-what?” you say immediate tears threatening to spill out your eyes.

“you heard me” he said firmly. he had been holding that in for a while. in the morning he would be upset but for right now he was okay with it.

“why?” tears fell down your eyes.

“our relationship is so toxic, you flirt with guys in front of me and you know that so don’t play victim. we- i can’t keep doing this. have a nice life” doyoung walks away from her and returns to mina.

“may i ask what that was about?” mina asks.

“i broke up with her” doyoung says and sighs.

“i have an idea. what if i broke up with my boyfriend since i was planning on doing it anyway and then we can continue to get to know each other and perhaps ease into a relationship?” mina says.

doyoung thinks about it for a few seconds. i wouldn’t be a bad idea, he doesn’t have to jump straight into a relationship again, just ease into it like she said.

“deal” he pulls out his phone and they exchange numbers.

mina gets up to go tell her boyfriend off. doyoung looks at you and your crying in haechans arms. doyoung rolled his eyes. if you truly cared for him then you wouldn’t have flirted with other people right in front of him. multiple times.

mina comes back and sighs. “it’s done”

“you know we don’t have to do this if you don’t want” doyoung says.

“nope it was my idea. we’re gonna do this. i’ve struggled with finding a loyal boyfriend for months. i want to try anything i can.” she replied. doyoung softens his eyes at her. where was she all his life.

doyoungs phones lights up with a text from yuta

‘bro what did you do to y/n’ doyoung scoffs.

another text pops up. ‘she’s crying, telling us that you broke with her ’

he decides to reply. ‘i did break up with her. it was because she flirts with guys in front of me all the time. our relationship is toxic so i ended it’

‘oh that makes sense okay’

doyoung looks over to the group and sees yuta reading the messages to them. they look like they understood it and look at y/n.

doyoung isn’t sure what’s going on but it looks like your getting what you deserve.

“wanna get out of here” mina asks. “maybe we can get something to eat as friends?” she smiles playfully. doyoung laughs and nods. “let’s go”

‘i’m leaving just so you know’

‘alright’ yuta responds.

*at the table*

yuta reads the messages aloud and in return the whole table looks at y/n.

“i could understand if doyoung broke up with you for no reason but there was a reason. you flirted with other guys. is that true?” johnny asks in a soft tone.

“no it’s not he’s lying. he was just a jealous boyfriend” you sniffle.

they all look at each other not knowing what to say. after a moment of silence jaemin speaks up.

“actually i have something to say.. i’ve seen y/n flirt with jeno. when we were all at the dorm and she was squeezing his biceps. i didn’t say anything tho because it wasn’t my business but i guess it matters now.. sorry y/n”

lucas’ eyes shift and he closes his eyes tightly before opening them again. “i actually saw something too, it was in the practice room and she was with xiaojun. y/n was holding his hand and like caressing it. the way she was looking at him was different too. it was weird but doyoung was there and he didn’t look too happy.”

“i mean with the way she was flirting up a storm with haechan today while doyoung was sitting next to her, i believe jaemin and lucas” mark said and shrugged.

“3 witnesses. that rules out y/n, your losing this case” johnny says.

“you know what fuck you all. i was only with doyoung to get closer to the guys, you figured it out okay? have a nice life and yes the crying was staged.” you stand up, flipping your hair and then you stick your middle finger at them. finally, walking out the door of the club.

“i hope she never comes back how did doyoung do it” winwin says.

“okay so i wasn’t the only one who thought she was flirting with me. i thought i was going crazy.” haechan releases a breath.

“no we all saw it, i think that’s what doyoung dragged y/n to the corner for” winwin said.

“am i the only one that didn’t have much of a problem with her?” yuta asks.

“i didn’t really have a problem with her” johnny says.

“that’s because you guys don’t pay attention to things around you” haechan replies blankly.

“not true!” both of them shout in protest. the others laugh and haechan shrugs laughing too.

soon all of them were gathered in a conversation together, smiles filling all their faces.