#best wet heechul

[girlbosscannibalism]

[faiirytopias]

that hint of a smile that threatened to form on jiwon’s lips is enough to make the stupid reference worth it. while heechul liked to think that he was mostly indifferent to the opinions of others, that had shifted slightly with the frequency of their meet-ups. jiwon wasn’t his average customer and therefore, his attitude toward the other also reflected that. he was grateful for the spoon of ice cream hanging between his lips, his own urge to break out in an uncharacteristic smile somewhat inhibited. “that’s a pretty big honour considering…” his words trail off as he places the spoon back into the bowl, allowing it to rest against the side.

the blank that is meant to be filled in is the not-so-obvious fact that he thinks jiwon has to be one of the prettiest people that he’s ever laid eyes on. but would he ever allow himself to voice that opinion? only time will tell. he wets his lips as he falls silent for a few moments, the intensity of the other’s gaze causing his stomach to churn. nervousness is also something that he isn’t used to experiencing. it makes him feel like a fish out of water for a moment, hoping his mask of confidence doesn’t slip.

his first instinct is to avoid meeting jiwon’s gaze for a few moments, his gaze locked on the bowl of ice cream as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world. but as the other speaks, his gaze flickers upward. “no, but there’s always a first for everything isn’t there? i would have a difficult time refusing you anything you wanted anyway.” it’s probably not the best to reveal his weaknesses, but he feels comfortable enough in this casual interaction to allow his filter to fall for a moment. his knee bounces nervously underneath the table and he silently prays that jiwon doesn’t notice, but the chances of that are remotely slim.

the sudden tension between them feels off, heechul forcing a deep breath into his lungs as he shifts slightly in his seat. “i suppose i’m basically your knight in shining armour then, especially considering i’ve already finished half of it.” he teases, nose scrunching up slightly. he slowly slides the half-finished dessert toward the other. “whatever the reason is, i’m thankful i ran into you. i’ve been having a shitty day up until now.” it’s not like jiwon needs to hear any sob story, but he should at least know that his presence served as a ‘pick me up’ for him.

"i knew it." taking triumph in his pseudo-victory, jiwon bites the inside of his lip to keep from smiling too wide at the reference. surprisingly, heechul has a pleasant sense of humour. anyone who shares even a fraction of his love for one of the greatest pieces of cinema of all time earns high marks in his book. perhaps in another life, jiwon could spend the evening annoying heechul by reciting every line of the film by memory. then jiwon would attempt to coax the other into testing out sheet masks and painting each other's nails. if heechul is cool enough to quote amy poehler, he might also be open to something like a proper slumber party. but that's in another life.

"yeah, i do," he answers honestly and shrugs a casual shoulder. most bartenders are pretty, and heechul is no exception. jiwon thinks he looks nicer like this, more human out here in the real world, but his more stoic aura at the club isn't so unattractive either. in any case, heechul has a nice face, and jiwon knows when to appreciate one. something about the reaction tells jiwon that heechul doesn't hear that often, which is a shame.

the friendly smile on jiwon's face wavers ever so slightly at the next question, then comes a barely noticeable pinch between his brows. as if searching for the answer, he watches heechul for a handful of seconds before dropping his gaze to the table between them. well, he was having a nice time up until now. just because they're outside the club now doesn't mean their relationship has suddenly changed. a few beats of silence pass while jiwon organises his thoughts. he should be careful not to speak recklessly.

"in all the months we've talked, have i ever asked for anything more?" fortunately, jiwon manages to keep his tone neutral. his voice doesn't lean towards bitter, nor to something too light-hearted that it might be mistaken for a joke. it's just a question. that's all. steeling himself to meet heechul's gaze again, jiwon smiles a little more and steers the conversation back to gentler waters. "it's just a coincidence, i promise. a good one, too, i guess. i'm supposed to be on a diet, and you stopped me from ruining it, so— thanks."

[elf-bot]

super junior kink analysis - nsfw

[requested by anon some time ago. this may be slight different on what their kinks are on my nsfw alphabets, you can check them on my masterlist. sorry for the long wait for this req, hope you like it. and a reminder this is based in my opinion and my imagination!]

Leeteuk

Food play: this one will be proposed by him 100%. He loves cooking and food, and so do you, why not? His favorite is to pour chocolate,  whipped cream or sweet syrups on your body, either your chest, your inner thighs and lick them painfully and slow.

Light spanking: likes to get your skin marked, but not too harsh. Sometimes he will get you like really marked only if you asked him to. He is very soft most of the time, but would be lying if he said he doesn’t love to see bruises and marks on your skin.

Praising: he will get hard by hearing your praises and that makes him go crazy. If you’re the one in charge, he'll let you praise him and whisper dirty things on his ear. Otherwise he will say how good you feel around him, taking him so well and other dirty stuff.

Heechul

Cunnilingus: have you seen his tongue?? He practiced and learned somewhere because he knows what he is doing with it. He licks, nips and groans against your pussy, takes the phrase "devouring you like his last meal" quite literally. Can make you cum multiple times with his mouth.

Threesome: Heechul wouldn't say no to sharing, it has to be someone both are clearly comfortable with. He lets you voice your fantasies and whatever you want to happen, get a safe word and everything settled down all of you to enjoy.

Toys: the best part of this is him using toys on you to bring you to the edge and stop you from reaching your high. He will prefer using toys on you rather than him though.

Yesung

Facefucking/deep-throating: he loves shoving his dick in your mouth and fucking your throat harshly. He grabs your head to keep you in place just to use your mouth for his own selfish pleasure until you gag and bet he also will release inside for you to swallow all of it.

Blindfolding: either you on him, Yesung loves blindfolds. The thought and excitement of not knowing what his partner will do next will turn him on. He will prefer blindfolding you though, he likes the way your body reacts to his touch.

Rough sex: will fuck you hard every once in a while. This includes some biting, light spanking, him slapping your cunt, your nipples, making your skin with his mouth and dirty talking to your ear. His moans and grunts? Heaven sent.

Shindong

Sex tapes: he's so creative, like I know he will be so into recording both of you or making a video together so yeah. He has a lot of ideas to film and make a sex tape for you to see it. Either is funny or serious, will bring it on in your relationship.

Kamasutra/creating sex positions: will investigate crazy sex positions or tricks. Bet he will fuck you in every surface and position as possible. I bet he will even get you started in that kamasutra shit just for fun, I can really see it.

Bulging kink: he likes to see how he fills you up if it's possible, he also likes to watch how he disappears inside you, so his gaze will be connected there a lot, besides your face and your eyes.

Eunhyuk

Overstimulation: he gives his fingers great use with this one. Will edge you and deny your orgasm as many times as he can, until he is making you cum multiple times that you squirm, shake and scream.

Sharing: willing to share to any of his members if that’s what both of you want, mostly with Donghae. Will set up everything you want to do, safe words and so on so every part is okay with it.

Thigh riding: Hyuk loves when you use his thigh to get off, he loves to feel your wetness covering him and will obviously help you to get off putting his hands on your hips. He is also a tease with it.

Siwon

Manhandling: Siwon uses his strenght to move you around however he wants, easily will flip you over your back, put you on your hands and knees or force you to the floor and honestly it’s just so fucking hot for him.

Degradation: when he’s full rough mood will call you some names that you allowed him to as a previous agreement. Either if you’re ok with slut-shaming or dumbification then he will go for it.

Overstimulation: just like Eunhyuk, he loves to use his fingers to make you sensitive and bring you over the edge. Sometimes will do it when he’s still inside you or with his tongue.

Donghae

Semi public sex: believe it or not, Donghae really has a thing for public or semi public places. The adrenaline and the fear of getting caught at any moment get him excited and bothered, so if you’re willing to fuck in a car, a dressing room, or anywhere outside home where you can easily be seen he’ll take advantage of that perk.

Spanking: I feel this one will come with a little manhandling, he’s very strong so he can easily put you in his lap, put your pants and undies down to spank your ass and mark it for days until you’re a whining mess.

Choking: once he discovers how good his hands fit on your neck he’ll never stop. His grip is not to hard, but is not soft. He knows how to use his strenght enough for you to not actually choke, the amount of pressure he applies also depends on his and your mood.

Ryeowook

Being dominated: outside the bedroom Ryeowook wants to be the one in charge, but in bed he will rather let you do the work. Yes, he’s a tease and a brat, so you’ll have to handle this as well and shut him up. He likes to be ordered, so this is your moment. Otherwise, Ryeowook would not comply on any other situation, only for intimate moments like sex.

Blindfolds: will rather let you use on him. If he’s in dom mood (he’s such a switch), will blindfold you. But he prefers to be the one restrained from seeing what you’re doing. It’s exciting and gets him thinking about your next move and what you’ll do to him.

Roleplay: Ryeowook has some good ideas for role-play, so be prepared for it. Both of you prepare every detail of it and you get dressed for it so everything goes according to the plan.

Kyuhyun

Rough sex: either if it’s you or him in control, from time to time he likes the roughness and harshness both of you bring. When you’re in dom mood he will do whatever you please with him and roughness might come with it.

Cum play: when he cums inside you he loves pushing it in again, either with his dick or his fingers, he just wants you take everything or else he might punish you. He might just bring his cum coated fingers to your mouth so you suck them off too.

Thigh riding: Kyuhyun’s thighs are thick so he better put some use on them. Usually uses this as a tease thing between you two, he loves to see you getting off on his clothed thigh, bonus points if you squirt/cum and your release coate his thigh.

[the-girl-and-her-sister]

On a Tuesday Night: Super Junior Mafia

Hi! So this took a HELL of a lot longer than we anticipated, and we're sorry that it's so late. We took multiple breaks from the blog and one break lasted 2 years. We are now trying to do all the asks that we had in our inbox over the years and we hope that you liked this and its along the lines what you asked for! Thank you for being patient and we apologize again <3

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Leeteuk - Business Man

You walked down the hall towards the elevator and pressed the button, pulling your phone out the door opened, and you walked in, not noticing someone walked threw the elevator doors and it closed, you saw him extended his arm from the corner of your eyes, and you called out to press the tenth floor. As he did so, there was a ding and the elevator started going up. Leaning against the wall of it you were scrolling on your phone.

“So, this is where you are hiding” said the familiar voice, the voice you tried to erase from your mind for a few weeks now. Slowly you looked over and up at him.

Standing there looking as the number slowly made its way up, he was fine dressed with his hands behind his back, he had a soft smile on his smooth porcelain face. Your heart raced so face, but you know your safe there is a camera in the elevator, right? The door opened and he stood up properly and as it fully opened, he was going to step out.

But he didn’t step out alone, he grabbed her by the arm tight and forced you to walk out with him. “I missed you so much” he said, “let’s go home” and the door closed behind you.

Heechul- Driver

Finally done with work for the night, you stood outside under a small cover because it was raining, opening your phone screen you watching as your Uber driver you locked your screen and put your phone away as you don’t want your phone to get damaged, you memorized the car details, so you don’t have to pull it out, and after 5 minutes the car showed up.

Quickly you ran over to the car, hearing it unlocked you got in, closing the door fast you fixed yourself and wiped your face, looking up at the driver he had long nice hair and a hat on top of it.

You apologized about getting his seats wet, he waved his hand to sign not to worry. He put the car in drive and took off, you sat there and looked out at the window, only to realize that he was going on the highway and not down the fastest route.

“I am sorry, but you could have made a right here, it would be much faster then taking the highway.” You called out, he ignored you, so you decided to say it again, as this time he missed the off ramp. “Sir,” you called out “you are going the wrong way. I actually live back there”

Panicking he took off his hat and your phone went off, looking down it was the Uber driver saying he is outside waiting, if you are not there he will leave. Leave? My driver? Looking up you wonder who was driving the.

He fixed his hair and looked over at you and smiled. The only thought in your mind is your going to die, looking for the door handle you noticed there was not handle on the inside and the locks go inside the door. He kept driving off to where he wants you to be.

Yesung- Possessive Owner

Honestly hot showers are the best thing in the world, as lo-fi music played threw out your speakers in your house you came out the shower and wrap in a towel. Instead of going to your room you went to the kitchen to turn on the kettle, that way the water is hot by time your dressed.

Walking through your living room, the place had a soft ambience glow, so it was fairly dark, and being very high up in the apartment you didn’t have to worry about neighbours seeing you naked, or in a towel in this case. Walking towards the dim lit kitchen you saw a big cup of tea made on the island, confused you walked very slowly then a voice called out behind you.

“Just the way you like it” said a voice, making you jump you had to hold your towel from falling off, you turned to see him getting up from the couch, his long black hair draping over his face, his dark eyes staring you down, and wearing an all-black suit. Your heart raced as he was attractive, but very aggressive.

He walked up to you as you tried to walk backwards away from him, the island stopped you, hands in pocket he looked around your tiny place, “Now, baby girl, why would you leave such a beautiful palace for,” looked all around then back at you “This tiny thing you call an apartment” he was so close that the kitchen light shined on him. "The closet I gave you was bigger than this”.

He put both his hands on the island and had you in the middle, looking down at your shaking hands holding up your towel, he moved your hands, as it fell to the floor your body was there scared and shaking, he smiled “mm, just the way I like you”

Shindong- Deliver

You were sitting on the couch watching your favourite show, you had order from Skip the Dishes. As you are waiting for it to arrive, you decided to scroll on social media, after a while you heard your doorbell, getting up you went to grab your wallet.

As you turn on the hallway light you opened the door but standing there wasn’t your food but the one you were trying to hide from, it’s been a good set of weeks and you thought you were finally going to live a normal life. Quickly you tried to close the door on him so you could get your phone, but he was to quick and stopped you. Standing in the threshold he was smart dressed and had two men standing not to far back from him.

Smiling at you he grabbed your waist as you turned around to run away, he covered your mouth and picked you up, you tried your best to get away but he was to strong, and the other went and did their jobs, one went inside your place and turned off all the lights and closed up, while the other opened the door and let you both get in the waiting car.

Eunhyuk- Wild One

You were out on the strip doing some shopping, you waiting in line with a few things and when it was your turn to cash out you walked up, placing your stuff in the counter, the cashier started ringing up the stuff. When your total came up you exhaled as the cashier chuckled.

“Wow, but it’s worth it” as you looked into your bag for your wallet you heard a voice spoke next to you.

“Always leaving your wallet at home babe” looking straight up, your heart raced. It couldn’t be, looking over at him, he was smiling. “I will pay for it,” you watched him pull out a black card and pay.

How did he find you! Scared you watch him take your purchases and thank the lady, he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the store. Walking down the street, he was walking way to fast, turning the corner he spun you around.

Back against the wall you looked up at him, bag still in his hand he pressed against the wall, as his free hand caressed your face. “You made this hunt for you very difficult, after I gave you everything you want” he called out and spun around. You watched at your purchases spin around with him.

Leaning off the wall he took a step to the side, that’s when he grabbed your arm and pulled you onto him. “Where are we going Princess. Home is this way!” and he pulled you towards his parked car.

Siwon- The manipulator

You walked into work, saying your final thought to your friend in a message, locking your screen you went into your managers office to say hello, when you turned threw the door frame you stopped dead.

“OH!” you whispered, and mouthed sorry and was about to back away when your manager called you back.

“Your boyfriend here said you had a family meeting to go too, but didn’t want to cancel work.” He said, confused you walked up to the person he was gesturing. In the seat leg crossed was a casual dressed man that you were avoiding for weeks. Your heart was hurting.

“I can’t leave work Luca, we are short staffed and,” you looked down at him who was smiling up at you. “Family can wait, I can’t do this to you, last minute”

“Nonsense, we can figure something out.” He said waving his hand, “You two go on. Have a good time” as he waved you off you stood there confused.

Feeling your arm grabbed, you looked up at him his smile faded because his back was to your manager. “Come babe, can’t have the family waiting” he ignored the fear in your eyes. Saying his goodbyes he took you away.

Donghae-  The Killer Lover

You were getting ready to go on your date with this new guy your talking to, he was so sweet and the first person you allow yourself to be with after running away a few weeks ago. You sent him a text message saying you’d be ready soon.

He didn’t reply but you figured he was on his way, texting and driving was illegal anyways, when you were done you sat in your living room waiting for him. Time went by and you decided to text him again.

Hey, I am ready, please call or text when you are here my door bell doesn’t work.

Locking your screen you got up to look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your skirt, you heard your phone go off. Going to check it, you see him saying he’s outside, smiling you got your bag and put on your shoes. Opening the door you jump back, didn’t expect him to be there.

Turning around you realized it was him, it was the one you wished every night you never see again. His sweet face looked up at you. He extended a hand out to you, “My lady your carriage awaits” he pointed at a car.

Not taking his hand you looked at him confused, “What are you doing here! How did you-“ you said slowly going back into your house, you watch him follow you in. “Get out.”

His hand reaching out for you, “My love we have a date” he followed you to the couch, “Why are you resisting me!” He yelled

“Where is he, what did you do to him?!” your voice cracked

“Done with who, sweetie?” He smiled sinister, “it’s been me this whole time”

“No its not, I met him” you tried to think back.

“Yea and he’s dead! I don’t like sharing what’s mine.” He walked up to you and grabbed you to your feet, “Come my sweet. I said we have a date”

Ryeowook- The Finder

You were sitting at the local coffee shop enjoying a nice iced coffee, sunglasses on you were enjoying the day, things were slowly looking good for you, you watch cars drive on you felt so happy.

As you took a sip of your coffee someone sat down at your table, he had on a nice dress shirt, shades and a fedora on, confused you watch him sat down his coffee and got comfortable.

“Umm, I am sorry sir, but I am sitting here” you said, he looked straight at you and smiled.

“I know, and it’s a lovely day isn’t? It reminds me of that time we went to Venice” he chuckled and looked at the strangers walking along the sidewalk.

Your heart sank, no its not him, you watched him smile and winked at you, picking up his cup he cheers to you. You looked around, no one noticed you two because no one knows the hell you went through. No matter what you do he is always there.

You got up to leave, but he grabbed your wrist as you went to get your phone, “What's the matter dear, want to end our coffee date now?” He leaned into you, your faces was so close.

Your body tense up, you wanted to scream, run, cry! But the fear of him kept you still, his lips was hovering in front of yours.  “You can run all you want my love” he whispered, “I will always find you” his words hit your lips as his pressed his against yours which made you cold he stood up and grabbed your phone put it in his pocket then the coffees.

“Come sweetheart, let’s go for a walk” he held onto your hand tight so not to run, gave you your coffee and lead the way.

Kyuhyun- The Chef

You were feeling sick and laying in bed, you were so hungry but anything you ate came right back up, bored not knowing what to do, you text a new friend you made on social media, he said he know the best thing to have. He will get it to you.

Feeling dizzy you went to sleep, when you woke you smelled something good, then the bedroom door opened. You panicked but was too weak to move, in he walked with a tray in his hand, fear and terror consumed your body. How did he know where you lived, more over how did he get in.

You tried to fight him off when he sat next to you to feed you. “Don't fight me love, you are far too weak for that. “ He sat you up and spoon fed you.

You kept your mouth tight, refusing to eat whatever he gave you, because last time he gave you food you passed out and woke up somewhere far.

He squeeze your cheeks so your mouth was forced open, “Behaviour is key, you must eat too get your strength back” forcing the spoon in your mouth he smiled and wipe your mouth. Feeling like you want to throw up, your head started to feel heavy.

He kept feeding you and feeding you until your eyes closed and your body was heavy, all you could here was him say “Take her back, make sure she doesn't get away this time or it will be you who I feed to the dogs” and that was the last thing you heard till your body gave up.

[sweetheartyoongi]

Super Junior Scenario: Shirts

Leeteuk: supreme MC has been signed on for another variety show, and you get to tag along to the first episode taping. You’re both in his dressing room when wardrobe comes in to try and figure out what Lewk™️ would be best. He tries on outfit after outfit, mixing and matching all sorts of tops, bottoms, and accessories. It’s fun to watch...for a while, but fashion shows are only enjoyable for so long. When he and his dressers are preoccupied, you sneak over to the reject rack and play dress up on your own. You’re enjoying yourself so much you don’t notice your boyfriend has returned and can’t take his eyes off of you. You finally notice his stare in the mirror as you’re in a large printed dress shirt. Before you can defend your actions, he moves closer, wrapping his arms around you and placing a kiss on your temple.

“I love when you wear the things I wear,” he whispers in your ear.

Heechul: “Come on, we’re going to be late!” You exclaim.

“No,” your boyfriend retorts from the closet, “I don’t look beautiful yet!” You roll your eyes. You were just going to meet some of his friends for a casual dinner, you have no idea why he has to look any special way. Heck, you’re wearing one of his hoodies, that’s how nonchalant this outing is.

“You look beautiful in anything, honey, so just pick something please.” After a few more minutes that felt more like an eternity he walks into the living room, finally dressed. You’re so excited to go you almost didn’t notice what he was wearing - an oversized hot pink shirt that’s extremely familiar because it’s yours. Sharing clothes was common in your relationship, but it had never really gone both ways before now.

“Is that my top?” You ask.

He points to your outfit, “Is that my top?”

“I think it’s cute on me.”

“And I think this is beautiful on me. Now let’s go, you’re making us late.”

Yesung: it’s your seventh date (not that he’s counting or anything), and the first one taking place at his home. You’re cooking together, and he’s insanely nervous, so you turn on some music and start dancing around to try and calm his nerves. However, he’s not always the most coordinated dancer...and before he can stop it, he’s bumped into you while you’re holding a pot of sauce. Obviously the sauce gets on your top, and Yesung’s not sure what’s redder - the stain or his cheeks. He can’t think of what to say, so he just reacts instead, and runs to his room, returning with the first shirt he could find. You nod in thanks, and leave to change. Yesung is head in hands mortified, and it breaks your heart to see when you come back.

You pull him into a hug, and hope to cheer him up by asking, “Was this just a ploy to get me in your clothes?”

He eyes you in his shirt before mumbling “No but I’m not mad about it.” You laugh at his cheeky reply, which in turn makes him smile.

Shindong: as we know, he has a history of people borrowing his shirts, and it’s not a terribly positive one. Moving forward, he vowed to let people know when he didn’t want them doing it anymore. And he’s fully ready to now, in his hotel room during tour, when he sees that one of his favorite shirts is missing. He’s about to storm into Donghae’s room (number one repeat offender) and demand it back, when you walk out from the shower wearing the clothing in question. The way it hangs off of your body, your wet hair dripping onto the shoulders, leaves Shindong speechless.

“Something wrong?” you ask. He chuckles softly and shakes his head.

“No, you just look really cute.” He still won’t tolerate his shirts being taken, but for you, maybe he could make an exception.

Eunhyuk: “We’re just going to have to go through it, you know.”

Unfortunately your boyfriend’s right. Walking to the restaurant seemed like a good idea at first, but now that it’s pouring rain and you have no umbrella or coat, you have regrets. The fact that you’re in a fitted white top isn’t ideal either. But you just sigh, grasp your boyfriend’s, and brave the storm. To say you both are absolutely drenched once returning to his place is an understatement. It’s also an understatement to say seeing you in your wet white shirt doesn’t completely thrill Eunhyuk. He’s about to take you in his arms but you quickly run to his room to dry off and change. You come back out, now in one of his comfy hoodies, and are instantly pulled into his embrace.

“Only you would find something sexier than a wet shirt,” he says before capturing your lips with his own.

Siwon: he’s such a traditional guy, and the trope of his s.o. wearing his shirts turns him on makes his day. You know this, of course, and use it to your advantage. After a late night dance practice, when he’s totally sore and spent, he comes home to see you tried and failed to wait up for him on the couch. He finds your snoozing form endearing, but gently shakes you awake to get you into bed. When you open your eyes and see his handsome face you smile and sit up. In doing so, your blanket falls to the floor and reveals that you’re in nothing but one of his white tshirts. The sight stirs something in Siwon, and all the aches and sores are forgotten as he throws you over his shoulder towards the bedroom.

He tosses you onto the bed, mumbling a “love seeing you baby, especially like this,” while kissing your neck. You smile a devious smile. Works every time.

Donghae: “Oh come on, I just washed this one,” you sigh at your nine month old son, who had just let out a baby barf while you held him against your chest. You’re still amazed at the vile things that can come out of such a cute baby. “Okay,” You say, quickly strapping your son into his nearby bouncer, “Mommy’s going to be right back, after I burn this shirt.” Your son giggles as you quickly leave.

And of course, in that split second is when Donghae comes home. “Hey there buddy,” he coos, crouching down to kiss his son’s head, “what are you doing here all by yourself? Where’s your mom?”

“Finding something else to wear after your son so kindly puked all over my shirt.” You say as you come back into the living room, now wearing one of your husband’s many Tempus sweatshirts. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Donghae, who stands back up and tugs at his sweatshirt until you’re securely in his arms.

“You know, I think our son is lonely and wants a sibling. Maybe we should go make him one.” You playfully smack his shoulder, earning a happy babble from your son. “See? He agrees, majority rules, let’s go make another.”

Ryeowook: no matter how hard you try, you’ll never be able to hold your alcohol the way your boyfriend can, based on his composed nature and your inability to walk in one direction. You stagger into his flat, loudly recounting all the fun you had that night. “That was so fun,” you slur, unaware that your boyfriend was moving from room to room, “but it’d be way more fun if you were as shitfaced as I am.”

Ryeowook chuckles while tossing clothing at you, “I’m sure it would be. But now it’s time for bed, so get dressed.”

“Asking me to strip for you? Kinky, Wookie.” He smiles while ignoring your drabble and heads to the bedroom, getting ready for bed himself. He’s already laying down scrolling through his phone by the time you finally walk in. His breath hitches in his throat at the sight of you in his Super Show 6 tshirt.

“Planning on taking advantage of me?” You ask cheekily, incredibly aware of his lingering stare.

“If taking advantage means holding you until you inevitably need to puke, than you better believe it.” You smile and jump onto the bed.

Kyuhyun: he is obsessed with seeing you in his clothes, to the point where he will literally steal hide your clothes so you have no choice but to wear his (bc Evil Maknae is Evil). Today really isn’t the day, though, because your parents are going to stop by and the cute outfit you had planned on wearing is nowhere to be found.

“Kyuuuuuu,” you groan from your bedroom, “I’m serious, where’s my dress? I’m not answering the door in nothing but your ratty old shirt.”

From the kitchen, Kyuhyun smirks and calls back, “Keep calling my stuff ratty and see if you ever get your dress back again.” You sigh in frustration, trudging into the kitchen and resting your head against your boyfriend’s back in defeat.

“Babe, please, I’m begging you. This is my parents’ first time seeing our new place. I can’t look like I was freshly fucked.”

“But you were just-”

“Keep hiding my dress from me and see if I’ll ever be freshly fucked again.” You stare each other down, seeing who will crack first. Finally, he gives in.

“Pantry, top shelf.” You smirk, planting an obnoxiously loud kiss on his lips.

[bvidzsoo]

Shell

 Author: bvidzsoo

 Warnings: violence and swearing

 Pairing: Park Chanyeol x female reader

 Summary:  Mermaids and Pirates, in this story they are all true. Fairytales come to life when you least expect them, bringing you on amazing adventures. What you could have never even imagined became a nightmare as soon as you are kidnapped by some cursed pirates that perhaps aren’t as evil as myths make them out to be.

 A/N: Well damn, it’s been a long time since I have written something but motivation hasn’t been with me for a long time now. Maybe it’s the stress and the time I don’t have anymore, but quarantine made sure I have enough time now. This one shot has been sitting in my drafts for a long time now so I’m glad I finally finished it. This was a request btw and if the one who requested it sees it, I hope you enjoy it even though I made some changes! Happy reading now!

     Have you ever heard of mermaids? Do you believe in mermaids? What about pirates? Do you fear them? Well, you better do. Pirates are ruthless men who navigate on the seas and at night, when everyone is sleeping, they make a stop at shore towns and then...they robe the whole village, killing men and taking the women and children.

Even if these are just myths, people in the town I grew up still believe in them. And unfortunately, I do too. It’s not just the pirates, the creatures of the night and sea...they are real. I haven’t seen a mermaid yet, but when I was younger my grandfather, who was a sailor, would tell me stories about the big sea and its mermaids, sirens. Mermaids, who were kind and guided him...sirens, who were bloodthirsty creatures who guided him towards his death. One day, when I was ten years old, my grandfather didn’t come home. Some say it was the sirens who killed him, others say that the pirates attacked him and took him as a prisoner. But growing up as the daughter of the major, with a sailor grandfather, my hopes still rely on the fact that he found that much-desired chest of gold he always told me about and decided to settle on a quiet island, with his mermaid friends.

   Our town is called Shell, and it has two origins. Elders say that before humans lived in this place, this was the territory of all kinds of mermaids, their sanctuary. And those who still refuse to believe in ‘fairytales’, as they call it, say that the town got its name because of the influx of shells the sea brings to the shore. It is true, if you go on the Vest side of the beach, you risk of getting cut by the many shells that lay untouched on the sand. But that’s also one of the things we are famous for, rich people who wish for the finest jewelry or people who would like to gift something elegant to a significant other, travel to our town to buy these shells, handmade by the people of the town...that including me.

   The streets of the town were buzzing with people running up and down, getting ready for tonight’s summer festival, the Mermaid Night. It’s a celebration our town always holds on the third week of July, a way of showing their gratefulness to the mermaids that left this land behind for us. But truth be told, people are just happy that they can get drunk and holler around the streets without getting sanctioned and probably hook up with others.

I sighed as I stared out the window of the shop, the wind blowing gingerly my bangs away.

“Is something bothering you, Miss?” The rusty voice of the old lady resonated in the vacant shop, her fingers working fast as she braided the rope of the bracelet.

“My father” I answered with a sigh, staring at the people longingly “He said I’m not allowed to attend the festival this year--Have you heard anything more absurd than this?”

“Maybe he knows something you don’t” The old lady, Mrs. Han, muttered quietly.

“And what could that be?” I asked with a huff, closing the window and turning around to face Mrs. Han.

“The legend says…” Mrs. Han looked up, a glint in her eyes as she grinned “On every fifteenth year, there will be a white moon...and the white moon is the guide of the pirates, meaning it brings pirates. I’m sure the Major just wishes to protect you from any oncoming danger”

“But if pirates are coming, doesn’t that mean the whole village is in danger?” I asked quickly, standing up from my place and walking closer to her.

“The village is fine, dear. The people are getting older and older, we aren’t in danger but you and your friends--I can’t say the same” My eyebrows furrowed as I stared at Mrs. Han’s wrinkled face.

“Because we are young? Are we potential targets?” I raised my eyebrows, growing a little amused. Even if I believe in the myths, until I don’t see something I won’t truly believe it. Just like mermaids, maybe they left this land for us, but maybe they are already dead and we just try to carry on with their memories. What if pirates don’t exist anymore? Leeteuk and Donghae, friends from the Sun kingdom, last time they visited, they didn’t bring any bad news...in fact, I haven’t heard of pirates ever since my grandfather disappeared eight years ago.

“It’s a dangerous thing to play around like that, child. You should be careful, the Major didn’t say those to you to scare you off” Mrs. Han’s words were stern as she looked up and I just hummed quietly.

The door opened behind me and two voices I already know too well abruptly stopped talking.

“Y/N!” It was Sooyoung who called out first, her voice loud.

“Hello, Mrs. Han” The always respectful Joohyun bowed as I turned around and smiled at my friends.

“Hi” I waved a little before turning back towards Mrs. Han “Well, I will come and pick up the bracelets tomorrow, Heechul is quite impatient” I muttered, gathering the gown in my hand from the table as Mrs. Han just chuckled.

“Tell the boy I expect more silver from him this time, he might travel here from the Sun kingdom, but I work on these not him” I giggled and kissed Mrs. Han’s cheek before heading for the door with the girls.

“Of course, I’ll make sure myself he pays more” Mrs. Han just snorted before I closed the door, turning towards the girls.

“Why is she always so...cranky?” Sooyoung asked with a grimace, her red dress shorter than usual.

“She can hear you, you know” I rolled my eyes as Joohyun pushed Sooyoung to the front as we started to walk.

“She’s too old to hear us” Sooyoung snapped back as she fixed her eyes on me.

“She’s not” I huffed, crossing my arms in front of my chest, almost letting my white gown fall on the sandy street.

“That’s not important” Joohyun was quick to interfere “Tonight, however, is important. How are you dressing up?”

“Oh, my sister made a dress for me at least two weeks ago” Sooyoung shrugged as she pouted “I don’t really like it but she wants me to wear it, so I guess I have to”

“Your sister is the best tailor in the town, how can you not like it?” I asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“She has a different style compared to mine” Sooyoung shrugged, taking an apple from Yuta’s tavern, who was too busy grinning at Yeri, a girl that is three years younger than us. 

“You should pay for that” Joohyun was quick to narrow her eyes at Sooyoung who just chuckled and took a bite of the apple.

“When was Sooyoung ever fair?” I asked in a mocking whisper, making Sooyoung roll her eyes.

“It’s not my fault he was too busy flirting with Yerim” Sooyoung just shrugged, leaving Joohyun sighing.

“I’m not coming” I suddenly forced out the thought that has been bothering me all day.

“What?” Joohyun stopped walking, wide eyes directed at me.

“My father forbid me from doing so” I sighed loudly, watching the ground as I pushed the sand around with my feet.

“Why?” Sooyoung asked, her voice not as concerned as Joohyun’s was.

“Something about pirates and the fifteenth white moon” I just shrugged and Sooyoung hummed as her eyes surveyed the market.

“My mother told me about it too” Joohyun spoke up, placing a comforting hand on my arm “I’m not allowed to stay out later than midnight”

“Of course, can’t have a beautiful maiden like you disappearing” Joohyun stiffened at the masculine voice, her face suddenly turning blank. Sooyoung just chuckled as she took in the sight of Yunho. His hair was tousled, he probably just came back from fishing judging by the smell and bag he carried. His white shirt unbuttoned until you could see his tanned chest and trousers at the end slightly wet.

“What do you want?” Joohyun asked as she sent a glare towards him.

“I hope you didn’t forget about that dance” Yunho only winked at Joohyun.

“I told you, I am not dancing with you, Mr. Jung” Joohyun held her head high even if Yunho towered over the three of us.

“Irene, dear, why won’t you drop your attitude and--”

“It’s Joohyun, and why won’t you leave me alone already?” Joohyun hissed at Yunho who didn’t look that amused anymore.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He still chuckled, but a small glare was sent at my friend.

“I bet it won’t be too much fun when the Major hears about it, huh?” I raised my eyebrows, speaking before anyone else could. Yunho’s eyes snapped at me and Joohyun hissed, glaring at me. It’s known by everyone that Yunho doesn’t like me, he thinks I’m arrogant and hold power over everyone just because I’m the daughter of the Major. But those aren’t true, I’m only like that with people who are rude and won’t stop bothering me. So maybe Yunho is right, I do kinda act rudely towards him.

“Oh look, Miss Kwon found her voice, are you now running to daddy as well?” Yunho rolled his eyes as I just smiled, waving at him.

“I’m sure you know your way to the Major’s house. I’d like to thank you in advance for the delicious fish you brought for us” I winked at Yunho as I took Sooyoung and Joohyun’s arms, pulling them after me.

“You need to stop doing that!” Joohyun hissed as I felt dagger-like glares melting into the back of my head, no surprise, coming from Yunho.

“Why? It’s funny” Sooyoung snickered and Joohyun was quick to slap her back.

“Because it’s dangerous” Joohyun looked at me, pulling her arm free from my grip “You know Yunho is not a very good man”

“And you expect me to stay calm and not worry when he’s after you? Of course I know about his reputation, that’s why I always interfere” 

“He could hurt you”

“No, I’m the daughter of the Major and you are not, Miss Bae” I stared at Irene with concern, eyebrows turned into a frown.

“Okay, fine” She sighed, turning away from us.

“What did you do to him though, Miss Bae?” Sooyoung’s voice was mocking as she nudged my shoulder “Tell me your secret spells”

“Do not call me a witch, you know how people react to that, Sooyoung” Joohyun snapped, apparently her good mood gone thanks to Yunho.

“Come on, I was just joking” Sooyoung rolled her eyes offended “But I’m serious though”

“I didn’t do anything” Joohyun shrugged, her eyes lingering on a set of shell necklace. I eyed it too with a smile, I’ll buy it later for her.

“He’s just...Yunho. You know he can’t accept a no and I’m constantly giving him no’s, figures why he’s still after me” Joohyun shrugged and Sooyoung rolled her eyes while I chuckled.

“You say no to every boy” 

“Well…” Joohyun’s cheeks suddenly turned red and Sooyoung and I glanced at each other amused. Jaemin was standing in the doorway of the flower shop, waving with a big smile at Joohyun. She waved back, throwing us a glare when Sooyoung and I waved at Jaemin while giggling.

“Why are you like that?” Joohyun hissed as Sooyoung and I just continued to giggle.

“Yunho is going to be livid when he finds out about this” Sooyoung commented with an evil smirk and I mirrored her reaction.

“Oh, really?” Joohyun’s tone turned darker as she looked at us with the same smirk “I guess he won’t take it well when he hears Jaemin is my date for tonight”

“What!” Joohyun just giggled as she hurried away to her mother’s tavern, leaving Sooyoung and I with our mouths hanging open.

“This girl!” Sooyoung just sighed as I started giggling again.

“At least she knows how to get a man...unlike us”

“Speak for yourself” Sooyoung nudged me, eyes narrowed “I always get what I want”

“I almost forgot” I rolled my eyes as she just chuckled and pulled me after her, going to Mrs. Bae’s tavern.

   The lights were dim in the room as I rushed underneath the covers, pretending to read when I heard my father’s steps getting louder.

“Y/N?” He asked as he knocked on the door, his deep voice soft.

“Come in” I cleared my throat as I looked at the door.

“You are reading…” He trailed off, looking around the room “I thought you left”

“Left? How?” I asked with a chuckle and dad only shook his head, which was lowered due to his height so that he wouldn’t hit in the doorframe.

“I’m sure I don’t have to say more” He raised his eyebrows and I chuckled as I lowered my book and slightly turned towards him, making sure the blankets still covered my whole body.

“You know I usually listen to you” 

“Usually, that’s the problem” I chuckled and dad just sighed as he ran his fingers through his gelled back hair.

“I have to go now, you stay home, okay?” I just hummed as dad sighed again and turned around, closing the door behind him as he walked away. I grinned as I threw the blankets off my body, rushing to my mirror to clip my bangs to the side and place on red lipstick. I patted down my red dress, slipping on my sandals and taking the little jewelry box I quickly opened my window, glad that my room was on the first floor for the first time. Dad left a few minutes ago so it was safe for me to go too. 

I know I’m doing wrong by not listening to him but I can take care of myself and it’s not like some legend is actually true. I carefully climbed out the window and closed it back, my sandals sinking into the sand of the beach.

“Hey!” I quietly called out, looking towards the bushes on the left, “Joohyun, Sooyoung”

“Is it okay to come out?” Sooyoung hissed quietly and I giggled as I answered a ‘yes’.

“Finally” Joohyun sighed as she stepped out first, patting down her light blue dress, “I’m never hiding in the bushes again for you”

“Next time this happens, drinks are on you” Sooyoung threw me a glare and I just laughed, walking up to hug them. Sooyoung’s dress was absolutely pretty, the green contrasting her red hair nicely.

“Why were you complaining about your dress?” I huffed as Sooyoung just scoffed, “It’s gorgeous”

“Yeah well...it’s not that bad…” Sooyoung just grimaced as both Joohyun and I snorted, she obviously likes it. She’s just too stubborn to admit it.

“Joohyun” I cutely smiled at Joohyun as I took her hand and placed the jewelry box in it.

“What’s this?” She asked confused, taking the box.

“Open it” I muttered and Joohyun’s eyebrows were furrowed as she opened it. Sooyoung’s mouth fell open as Joohyun gasped, quickly looking back at me.

“No, Y/N, why?” She whined like a little kid and I just shrugged.

“I saw you looking at it in the market” 

“I can’t accept this” Joohyun quickly closed the box, trying to hand me back the light pink shell necklace.

“Yes, you can” I sassed back and Sooyoung took the box from Joohyun, opening it.

“This is really pretty” She muttered as she took the necklace out and turned Joohyun around.

“Next time tell me when you are in the mood to buy us something” Sooyoung muttered as she carefully placed the necklace on Joohyun.

“This isn’t fair” Joohyun just whined as she touched the shells tenderly, looking at me, “This costs a fortune, how will I pay it back?”

“Your friendship, both of you, is enough. I don’t need money or anything else, just you two” I smiled at Joohyun and Sooyoung gratefully while Joohyun just looked away while Sooyoung rolled her eyes.

“That’s cute, but now we need to go unless you want to miss out on the fun?” 

“Let’s go!” We intertwined our fingers as we quickly took off towards the market.

Obviously, thanks to Sooyoung’s needs, we first stopped at the Inn to drink something. It was loud and more crowded than usual. Men usually populated this place, but now women were roaming around too.

“Something light or…?” Sooyoung raised her eyebrows as we made our way up to the bar.

“Beer” Joohyun was quick to call out as Mr. Kwon looked at us with his eyebrows raised. He’s a middle aged man who’s been working at this Inn ever since it opened.

“Three?” His eyes narrowed at us, trying to recognize us, “Miss Bae, Miss Park and...the Major’s daughter?”

“That’s right” Sooyoung flashed Mr. Kwon a cute smile, waving some cash in her hand. Mr. Kwon got the message and quickly handed us three big glasses of beer. Sooyoung liked her lips as she quickly drank it while I took my time. Joohyun’s eyebrows were furrowed as she carefully gulped down the contents of the glass. I shivered when I finally finished the beer, Sooyoung’s eyebrows raised at us as she already finished it.

“You are supposed to drink it faster” She said with a chuckle as I placed the glass on the high table beside us.

“I’m dizzy” Joohyun muttered as she took a last sip and placed the glass beside mine.

“What?” Sooyoung rolled her eyes as we made our way out “There’s no way you are already dizzy”

“It hits hard” Joohyun muttered as she clung onto my arm.

“This is beer, it can’t hit as hard as Vodka or whatever Mr. Kwon likes to mix” Sooyoung pushed some people away as they were blocking our path.

“Shut up” Joohyun snapped as she sent a little glare at Sooyoung “We are all different”

“Wow, they overdid themselves this year” Sooyoung’s voice was mocking as she stared at the market with a scoff on her lips.

“What did you expect? It’s the one-hundredth year anniversary of this Festival” Joohyun deadpanned, rolling her eyes.

“Well, I don’t think it’s bad” I shrugged while looking around. The market was cleared of the stalls, a decent looking stage placed at the other entrance as the middle was left empty for people to dance. On the stage, a band was singing some slow songs, an older band that had been playing ever since I was born. They are quite old but people here like them a lot, well, mostly elderly people.

“I should find Jaemin” Joohyun muttered as she looked around, just as people started clapping and the band left the stage only for another to come up.

“Good evening!” The young boy spoke loudly into the microphone, he was one of Jaemin’s friends, Jeno.

“We hope we can make you feel good tonight, have lots of fun!” The youngest, Jisung, spoke into his own microphone enthusiastically. The crowd clapped loudly, some even whistled. 

“They do look good” Sooyoung’s lips pulled into a grimace as she watched the band pace around before starting to play some upbeat music.

“I’m going now” Joohyun flashed us an excited grin before running off towards Jaemin. Both Sooyoung and I watched with a pout as Joohyun was hugged by Jaemin, and our usually shy Bae Joohyun, actually kissed Jaemin on the lips.

“I didn’t see that coming” Sooyoung’s voice was surprised as I looked at her with my eyes wide.

“Well...at least she’s having fun tonight”

“Yah, if you think I’m not having fun tonight...you are wrong” Sooyoung crossed her arms in front of her chest as she pursed her lips at me.

“Are you leaving me too?” I asked with a sigh, maybe I’ll just go home after that.

“Not yet” Sooyoung flicked her hand, leaning closer to me “We have fun first”

I giggled as Sooyoung took my hand in hers and we went to join the others dancing, the music loud as people laughed and danced together. I grimaced at Sooyoung as she twirled me around, making her laugh. Our fingers intertwined as we danced around, bumping into people, even being able to tickle Joohyun as we passed by her, our dancing wilder than others. Some people glared at us when we just laughed but others joined us and soon we were breathless and retreating to a table that was empty by the stage.

“Oh, this is fun” Sooyoung laughed as she patted her forehead.

“Who needs boys, right?” I winked at her as I gathered my long hair in one hand, fanning myself.

“I do” Sooyoung pursed her lips and I just rolled my eyes, eyes falling on the crowd. I could see Joohyun dancing with Jaemin, a big grin on her lips as Jaemin was smirking at her. Unfortunately, it wasn’t just me who saw them, Yunho, on the other side of them was dancing with a girl, Soojin, but his eyes were on Joohyun and Jaemin his glare hard as it was directed at the happy couple.

“Yunho isn’t too happy” I muttered as Sooyoung searched the crowd, a snort leaving her lips.

“That’s what he deserves, Soojin is just made for him” At that both of us burst out laughing, Soojin being not one of the best girls in the town. After cooling off, Sooyoung waved at a bartender from the Inn and asked for water as we continued to sit at the table, wanting to rest just a little more.

As I looked around, my eyes lingered on the entrance to the market, a strange feeling enveloping me. I can’t be spotted by my father or Mrs. Han or else I’ll get in trouble. Just as I was about to look away, nine men came walking towards the market.

“Sooyoung” I called out, reaching for her arm to get her attention.

“What” She snapped as she ignored the boy that tried flirting with her “I was in the middle of some--oh”

“Exactly” My eyebrows furrowed as my eyes took in the figures of the nine men “Who are those?”

“I have no idea…” Sooyoung chuckled, a smirk forming on her lips “But they definitely live up to the image of a good man”

“They seem dangerous” I muttered as my eyes were drawn to the tallest one, his black hair curly as it fell messily on his tanned forehead. They all looked tanned, too tanned. My eyebrows furrowed as I let my eyes rest on them for longer, observing how they were dressed. Their pants were a dark green, form-fitting as they were tucked into black boots and they all wore white shirts, some tucked some not, their tanned chests on display.

“I don’t know about you” Sooyoung was on her feet, dusting her green dress of “But I really like what I see”

“Sooyoung” I finally averted my eyes from them, catching her hand when she went to move away, “We don’t know who they are. They could be dangerous people”

“And what if they are from the Sun Kingdom?” She raised her eyebrows.

“But we don’t know” I insisted and Sooyoung only rolled her eyes, shrugging my grip off her hand.

“And I will get to know them, unlike you” She shrugged as she walked away with a small wave, heading to the Inn, where these nine mysterious men disappeared to. I sighed watching as Sooyoung had a bounce in her step, greeting a few people. Now I really am alone, should I head home? But as that crossed my mind, suddenly someone appeared in front of me. I looked up to see Yeri smiling down at me.

“Did your friends ditch you?” She asked.

“Oh...I guess they did” I chuckled, scooting over to let her sit down.

“Well, Seulgi and Wendy unnie left me alone” Yeri sighed as she looked at me “And I saw you sitting here so I thought I’d come up and speak to you”

“Thanks, Yeri” I patted her shoulder, making her smile widely back, “Do you not have a date?”

“Oh...well, I kinda did” She played with her blonde hair, biting her lip “But I guess I was ditched”

“By whom?” My eyebrows furrowed as Yeri just sighed.

“Yuta” She muttered and I snorted loudly. Yeri’s head whipped in my direction, eyebrows raised.

“Yuta is a charmer, you should have known better. He targets young girls, don’t fall for his flirting anymore, okay?”

“I realized that too” Yeri just pouted, voice quiet.

“Well, since we both are dateless...let’s go and dance!” I exclaimed, pulling Yeri up with me. She giggled as she followed after me, waving at Jisung and Chenle when I dragged her to the front of the stage.

“Why are you dateless?” She raised her voice, swaying to the music.

“Because my father forbid me from coming” 

“Why?” Yeri asked surprised, giggling when I twirled her around.

“White moon, usual superstitions” I just rolled my eyes and Yeri giggled again, bumping her hip into mine. We both giggled as we made eye contact and wiggled our butts to the rhythm.

“Y/N” She spoke up as we connected our palms, dancing in circles “Did you see those men that came?”

“I did, don’t speak to them” I warned her, changing places with a jump “They can be dangerous”

“What if they are pirates?” She bit her lip in excitement as I tensed a little, looking around quickly.

“They disappeared eight years ago” I answered, holding her hand in one hand as we got away from the stage, dancing more in the center of the market.

“But my brother says that there was a crew sailing around the Moon Kingdom and rumors say they are ruthless and powerful. You know my brother wouldn’t lie about something like that” Yeri’s eyebrows were furrowed as I hummed, twirling around as she pushed me around. From too many spins, I became disoriented and ended up tripping over my feet and sent Yeri back, making her giggle. She almost fell on her butt but she seemed like she wasn’t bothered by it as some hands steadied her by the waist. My eyes shoot up at the face of the person, only to make me tense when I realized it was the tallest of the nine mysterious man.

“Tricky these dances are, aren’t they?” His deep voice rumbled over the loud music, making me quite surprised that someone like him could have such deep voice. From closer up, his eyes were too big and lips plump, his ears big almost as if he was a Fairy.

“Good enough if they sent me in the arms of a man like you” Yeri was quick to answer and my jaw almost dropped open upon her words. The man’s lips quirked up in amusement as he pushed her slightly away, to let her stand on her own feet.

“Would you mind dancing with me then?” But before Yeri could answer, I gripped her arm and pulled her behind me. Yeri remained silent as I narrowed my eyes at the taller man in front of us.

“She’s not up for a dance with strangers, sorry” I said, voice steady and stern as the man’s eyebrows shoot up.

“And are you her mother to tell her what she can and can’t do?” The man was quick to fire back and I raised my eyebrows at him.

“And who are you to ask such question from a young girl? Dancing? Seriously?” That seemed to shut the man up as he glanced at Yeri once again, his eyes racking over the little body that was still visible from behind me. He seemed like he realized how young Yeri looked and lowered his head a little, almost like in a bow.

“My apologies Miss, I did not realize how...young she looked…” His tone was sarcastic, dripping with teasing and I just smiled at him, obviously not affected by his words.

“Yerim, go find your friends” I muttered to the younger girl as she nodded and patted my shoulder before running off.

“Seems like you don’t have a partner to dance with anymore” I clasped my hands together in front of me as I smiled up at the tall man, “What a pity...” 

“That’s truly a pity” He rubbed his jaw as if he was thinking but then a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes “And since you are the cause of a potential dance partner leaving me...how about you dance with me?”

I chuckled loudly, raising my eyebrows at him, “I don’t trust strangers”

“In that case...I’m Chanyeol” He extended his hand and I glanced at it but didn’t shake it, “Come on, we aren’t strangers anymore”

“Fair enough, I’m Y/N” I gave him my name as well and a smirk appeared on Chanyeol’s lips.

“So...you owe me a dance, Y/N” He muttered, stepping closer. I flashed him a confident smile, maybe I can get some information out of him.

“One dance” I pointed a finger at him and Chanyeol just nodded his head, extending his hand for me to take. Walking us back to the dancing people, Chanyeol’s big hands landed on my waist as I grabbed his elbows. The beat of the music slowly turned slower and slower, until people were swaying to the beat in partners.

“This place seems lovely” Chanyeol spoke up as he lead us to the beat of the music.

“It is” I nodded, looking up into his eyes “Where do you come from?”

For a little moment, his eyes narrowed into slits, but as fast as they came they were gone. A big smile spread on his pink lips, eyes glinting in the lights of the market.

“From the sea” I cocked an eyebrow, lips pulling into an amused grin.

“What a surprise, I would have never guessed” At my tone Chanyeol laughed quietly, but I waited for a real answer.

“Me and my comrades are from the Seven Seas Kingdom” My eyes widened a little bit as Chanyeol hummed along the music, bringing me a little closer to him. The Seven Seas Kingdom is up in the far North, those who travelled there say that people are ruthless and don’t like new comers. The waters are always harsh there, the weather a lot colder than here, in the South.

“Then what are you doing here?” I asked, eyebrows now furrowed as I watched Chanyeol’s lips twitch.

“We are...explorers” That didn’t sound too convincing as he said it, his eyes narrowed when he probably saw I didn’t believe him entirely.

“We wanted to see new places, meet new people. This is my favorite so far” I smiled at him, growing a little stiff when he leaned down.

“And the girls here…” He trailed off with a chuckle, a smirk settling on his lips “are quite beautiful, those people who said so sure didn’t lie”

I snorted, detaching myself from Chanyeol as the song ended and Jeno said his goodbyes before a girl band would take over their place.

“I bet those people had some great experiences here” Chanyeol just smirked as I looked past him to see Sooyoung with a man that arrived with Chanyeol. His light brown hair was pushed back, his jaw sharp as his head hovered dangerously close to Sooyoung’s. My eyebrows furrowed as I watched them dance, not happy to see Sooyoung so careless.

“Ah, do you know her perhaps?” Chanyeol was quick to see the change in my face as he turned around, eyes on Sooyoung and his comrade.

“She’s my friend” I answered, looking back at Chanyeol to see him nodding at the man who was smirking. I really don’t like this.

“He’s Baekhyun, a comrade of mine” Chanyeol looked back at me, his features holding amusement “Don’t worry, he’s a good guy. I’m sure your friend will enjoy her time with him...”

“Yeah, I bet she will” I muttered rather unhappily as the town clock gonged loudly, alerting us that it was midnight. Since I promised my father I wouldn’t come, but I still did, the most I could do was at least go back by midnight.

“Well, if you are looking for fun I suggest you find someone else” I smiled at Chanyeol as he raised his eyebrows.

“I’m leaving...but you can search for a girl called Soojin, she’s quite fun to hang out with...at least that’s what I heard from men around town” I winked at Chanyeol and before he could say a word, I turned around and left the place, hurrying home hoping that father didn’t arrive before me.

                                                      ~~~

     Usually, on a Sunday morning, the town is quiet, everyone enjoying their time with their families. But the loud noises outside steered me awake, eyebrows furrowing as I sat up in my bed, rubbing my eyes. The Major’s house wasn’t far from the market but you still had to walk down the beach or go through the little street to get there. There was some sort of commotion happening outside that I didn’t understand as I got out of bed, opening my door.

“Father!” I called, walking around the house “Are you home?”

There was no response as I knocked on his study door so I pushed the door open, indeed finding it empty.

“Father--” My sentence got cut off by the shrill scream that traveled around the beach and into the house. I froze, heart picking up. I know that scream, I could recognize it anytime.

Throwing the door open, in a haze, I picked up my white gown and threw it over my nightgown as I ran down the beach, barefoot. The wind whipped at my face as my feet sank into the sand, heart beating faster and faster as there was another scream, from the same person. The splashing sounds of the water only edged me on to go faster, the market coming in view as I spotted the people gathered around the stage that was placed for the festival. I ran even faster, lungs burning as I finally got off the beach, feet aching when it made contact with the wood and sand on the ground of the market. I pushed the people out of my way, eyes wide when I could see the people on the stage. A blonde man was holding Sooyoung, holding a knife to her neck while the one who she danced with yesterday night, Baekhyun, was threateningly holding a sword towards Sooyoung’s family. My heart seemed to fall flat when I saw little Yeri, with tears streaming down her cheeks, as she was held by Chanyeol. No, this can’t happen. I flinched back when someone suddenly gripped my hand.

“Y/N” Joohyun’s voice was shaky as she stared at me wide eyed “They--they are pirates”

“What!” I breathed out, still trying to catch my breath.

“They want to take Sooyoung and Yeri” Joohyun continued and I almost choked on air as I looked back towards the stage. It seemed like Sooyoung’s eyes found us as she stared at us, face blank but her eyes held fear. No, this can’t happen, not to them. 

“Mother!” Yeri called out when Chanyeol suddenly started dragging her away and my muscles tensed as I knew I had to do something.

“No!” I screamed, pushing past the few people that were in front of me, Joohyun still gripping my arm, “Let them go!”

The people went silent, shocked as they stared at me. The pirates were looking at me amused, but the blonde one looked surprised even. As my eyes darted around, I saw my father’s wide eyes as he was pushing the people out of his way.

“I’m not letting you take them!” I screamed, looking directly into Chanyeol’s eyes as he stared at me with a smirk.

“Oh really?” His deep voice resonated in the market as people covered back, “What are you going to do?”

“Y/N, no” My father’s harsh voice made me jump, wide eyes looking at him “Stop it”

“Y/N, you can’t--”

“I have an offer” Chanyeol’s voice silenced my father as we looked back at him, “You give us your daughter and these two girls can stay”

The market went dead silent as my heart stopped beating. I felt all eyes slowly fall on me and I gulped. By now, Joohyun’s grip felt normal but the way she was squeezing it suddenly made my whole arm go numb.

“Y/N” She whispered, eyes searching for mine.

“No” My father said, head held high as he looked at Chanyeol and the other three pirates, “I will not let you waltz into my town and take away our women. My daughter or not, you can’t take them”

At that, the three pirates started laughing and people started muttering around us.

“Or we can kill you, it’s your choice” Baekhyun said with a shrug and I glared at him hard.

“Let them go” I said again, eyes pleading as I looked back at Chanyeol.

“Come with us then” Chanyeol tilted his head with a grin and I gulped as Joohyun whimpered beside me.

“I’m not letting you take her!” My father shouted as he charged forward and I gasped when suddenly two more people jumped out from the town people, swords pointed at my father.

“One more step and you are dead” A man with big eyes and a killer gaze spoke up. My father stopped abruptly and silence once again settled over the market until Yeri’s brother turned towards me.

“Go” He spoke up, eyes narrowed at me “They want you, go with them!”

Yeri’s eyes were wide as she stared at her brother, unable to speak. 

“Yes, they want you not my Sooyoung!” Mrs. Park screamed, pointing a finger at me.

“Very well” Chanyeol smiled and he nodded at Baekhyun and the blonde man who let go of Sooyoung and they both took off, coming towards me. Before my father could react he was held back by a gentle-faced man, hold firm.

“Y/N, no, wait, please--” My father continued calling out as Baekhyun grabbed my arm and urged me forward.

“No.” Joohyun’s grip was iron like as she glared straight in the eyes of the blond haired man, “I’m not letting go of her”

“Then you come too” The blond haired man scoffed as he gripped Joohyun by the arm, trying to pull her off me but she was not letting go. Now that Sooyoung was free, her mother was clutching her to her chest as Sooyoung watched with tears in her eyes.

“Kill me if you want to but I’m not letting go of her” Joohyun’s voice was low and her eyes screamed murder.

“What about you come with us then?” Chanyeol suddenly proposed as he roughly pushed Yeri away from him, who stumbled a little before running to her brother.

“I said, let her go” She hissed as she gripped the blond haired man’s arm tightly, the man had a cheshire grin on his face.

“Sorry, but I can’t do that, Miss” He almost looked apologetic as he flashed Joohyun a look before hauling her up by the waist, her grip instantly disappearing from my arm.

“No, let me go!” Joohyun screamed as she started kicking around, Baekhyun suddenly picked up his pace as he dragged me off. I couldn’t do anything but stumble after them, not if I wanted the town and my friends safe. Joohyun’s cries were loud as she screamed after us, probably putting up a fight with the pirate. I caught Sooyoung’s regretful eyes before I was fully dragged out of the market and my father’s tearful eyes. It was okay, I saved people. So after all, pirates were really real. That should have been a shock but I was expecting it in some ways, it was too good to be true, as some would say.

Baekhyun’s grip on my arm was still harsh but he wasn’t dragging me after him anymore, rather walking beside me, whistling quietly as Chanyeol led the way. The other pirates were behind us and as we neared the beach, the blond man ran up to us, cheek a little red and forearms marked with red scratch marks.

“That friend of yours is quite feisty” He chuckled as he fell in step with Baekhyun and me, chest falling and rising quickly. I refused to acknowledge him but I couldn’t fight off the little grin that appeared on my lips, serves him right for touching Joohyun.

“May I get her name?” His question was polite, a charming smile on his lips. I scoffed but still didn’t spear him a glance, my eyes glaring daggers into Chanyeol’s broad back.

“I wouldn’t mind having fun with her when we return” The blond haired man muttered and that ticked a nerve as I flinched away from Baekhyun, jumping to the blonde haired man’s collar.

“Don’t even dream about it. You have me, leave her alone” I hissed as the others eyed us amused, Chanyeol with a scowl on his face.

“All are women like you in this town?” Baekhyun only laughed at the question, pulling me off the blonde haired man quite roughly.

“I guess yes, you have no idea how hard it was to get Sooyoung to finally shut up last night” At that the boys cackled and I looked at Baekhyun, my glare directed at him.

“You don’t scare me” He chuckled, looking down at me “I’ve dealt with scarier things, and I know how to shut you up”

I felt like gagging at his wink but got distracted by the huge ship in front of us. How did we not see this? Was it here all the time? When did they arrive? I wish I did listen to father and didn’t go to the festival last night.

“We have our ways” The big eyed man spoke up behind me, examining my face as if he read my thoughts, “We hid the ship, we aren’t stupid”

“Anyone with two eyes would see such huge ship” I muttered, biting my lower lip when I was getting dragged into the water in order to reach the ship.

“Let’s call it…” A weird grin stretched on the same man’s lips “Magick”

“As if” I scoffed but the man just remained with the same grin, making me feel uneasy. The water reached my waist by the time we reached the ship and I already regretted wearing such a nice gown. The salt water probably ruined it, not like I could wear it anymore, who knows what will happen to me now. I’ve heard enough horrible stories about women who are taken by pirates.

Chanyeol was the first one to climb up the ladder, easily jumping on the ship. I was nudged forward and I almost fell face first into the water. I turned around to glare at Baekhyun but he wasn’t even looking at me.

“We haven’t got all day” He shrugged, pursing his lips “Go on, hurry, little princess”

“Don’t call me that!” I snapped at him, angrily gripping the ladder and hauling myself out of the water, “Try to peek and you are dead”

The men bellow hollered in laughter as I scoffed, eyes set into a glare as I climbed the poorly bid stairs of the rope. It was hard to climb it, it was cutting my feet and the wet dress was another weight on my body. Great choice to wear all white, Y/N, really amazing I must congratulate myself. 

To my relief, there was a hand extended for me when I reached the top and I grabbed it tightly, jumping on the other side of the railing. I was stunned when I looked up, the youthful face handsome and sharp.

“Come” He muttered lowly, voice not too deep as his grip was gentle but firm. 

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, panic rising in my voice as the boy sighed.

“To your room”

“My-my room?” I asked wide eyed, looking at the boy’s face. He seemed serious, not giving much away.

“Captain Park said so” He just shrugged as we descended the desk that led underneath the deck.

“Captain Park” I scoffed, finding it amusing. It sounded amusing. He’s just an asshole, not worth the respect. 

“I suggest you don’t anger him, he’s not pleasant when he loses his temper” The boy commented casually, opening a black door. The room was definitely not big, far from my room back at the Major’s house. There was a bed in the left corner, just enough to fit a single person. A little closet on the opposite and a desk on the right side with a fallen chair. The light was dangling from the ceiling, and I haven’t seen something like that before.

“It’s not that horrible, just listen to the captain” The boy said as he gently pushed me inside the room, “I’m Sehun, by the way”

“Okay” I muttered, eyeing the waiting boy. He had his eyebrows raised, waiting for something.

“Y/N” I muttered, realizing he wanted to know my name. For the first time he smiled, he looked even younger, before he turned around and left me alone, closing the door behind him. I sighed and went to sit on the bed, not bothering to raise the chair back to its place. Curse this whole day. 

   I was left alone for a short time before I heard loud voices above me and I figured it was the boys from the deck. The ship suddenly jolted and my heart clenched, we are taking off. This really is happening, they really are taking me away from my home, my family and my friends. The door opened and I couldn’t help it but glare at the man standing in the doorway.

“I hope you like your room” He grinned, stepping inside uninvited. I glared more at him, murdering him in my mind. It’s all his fault I’m here right now. If he didn’t have to show his masculinity back in town, I could still be at home, but no, he needs to show off.

“Did you forget how to speak, sweetheart?” He asked with a chuckle when I scoffed, still glaring at him.

“You wish I did, and don’t call me sweetheart” I snapped at the pirate.

“I guess you are quite shocked” Chanyeol smirked, only now did I see he had some clothes in his hands.

“Shocked? Not really. Angry? Very much” I flashed him a sweet smile, standing up when he started coming closer towards me.

“Why so snappy? You were nicer yesterday night” Chanyeol pouted fakely and I rolled my eyes, standing with my back straight.

“Yesterday night I thought I was speaking to a man, not a pirate”

“You make it sound like we aren’t human, sweetheart” My jaw clenched at the usage of the nickname as I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

“Are you though?” I raised my eyebrows, gaining Chanyeol’s attention as he was looking around the room before, “If you say you are human, why do you steal, rob towns and kill people? Why did you take me away? I tell you why, for your own sick entertainment. You are just a bunch of assholes who grew up in a bad family and now have to show their superiority to others by such acts? You know what Chanyeol? You got yourself the wrong girl if you think I will obey you or anyone on this ship. Filthy pirates”

“Watch your language” Chanyeol’s deep voice raised an octave as he glared at me, “I won’t let someone like you treat me without respect. A little princess who was raised in wealth and luxury? You have no idea what’s waiting for you”

“Really? What makes you think I’m not going to kill myself the second you leave this room?” I challenged Chanyeol, knowing well damn it was wrong. I shouldn’t test my limits.

“If you want that town to live, you won’t, trust me” He chuckled, standing too close to me for my liking.

“Don’t expect me to respect you, not after what you did, you are just a filthy pirate who probably has some daddy or mommy issues and doesn’t know how to--”

“You will--” Chanyeol’s big palm gripped my neck harshly, cutting my words off “listen to me and obey me. I won’t be treated without respect. You have one week to prove yourself to be useful before I send you out on the dark market or feed you to the sharks. If you know what’s best for you, you will listen to me”

I didn’t want to show it, but I knew the second Chanyeol smirked that the fear I felt was obvious in my eyes. He pushed me away, making me fall on the bed as he strode towards the door, head held high.

“And you won’t be wearing those princess clothes anymore” He chuckled mockingly and my jaw clenched as he slammed the door closed after him.

“I’m not a princess!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, falling in the bed limply, closing my eyes when I suddenly felt them fill with tears. No, I can’t go to the dark market or die, I need to go back to my father and friends. I couldn’t help it but curl up in a ball and let the tears fall as sleep quickly took over me.

                                                     ~~~

     The heavy knocks on my door woke me up from my deep slumber, eyebrows furrowing when I sat up. At first, I felt confused as to why was I slightly swaying but soon realized I was on the ship with those pirates.

“The captain wants you on deck in ten minutes, I suggest you hurry, princess” Baekhyun’s irritating voice made me furrow my eyebrows as I groaned loudly.

“I’m not a princess!” I shouted again for everyone to hear, jumping out of bed. I kept huffing as I paced up and down in the room, not wanting the pirates to see me in my nightgown, it’s quite see-through. What about the clothes Chanyeol brought in yesterday? I suppose they are for me to wear since they don’t have any female clothes. I sighed as I eyed them, thankfully they seemed clean, and quickly got myself dressed. I pulled my hair in a high ponytail, tying it with a rope I always keep on my wrist, just in case. The clothes weren’t too big and they surprisingly fit well, only around the hip area were they a little too baggy. With a grimace, I opened the door and went back the way I was lead here yesterday by Sehun. The hallway was darker than upstairs, so as soon as I stepped into the light my eyes started hurting. I groaned loudly as I walked up to the stairs to the deck, the chatter stopping between the pirates.

“What!” I snapped as nine eyes were on me. I felt a little intimidated but I kept my back straight and head high, that’s how my father taught me, no matter what the situation is, I show who I am.

“She doesn’t look like a princess to me” A man with a weird accent whispered, not quietly, obviously, if I heard him, to the man beside him who had peaceful features. His comrade only chuckled before looking back at me.

“Welcome, princess, I’m glad we didn’t have to drag you up here ourselves” The deep voice beside me was so sudden that it made me jump. The pirates snickered as I glared at all of them.

“That’s probably best for you” I snapped as I looked at Chanyeol “You are not allowed to touch me in any ways”

“Oh really?” Chanyeol asked as a smirk spread on his lips. If he is trying to humiliate me in front of these men, I hope he stops before I kick him in the balls, I’m not afraid to do it. 

“That refers to all of you” I snapped, looking back at the other eight boys.

“Captain, why did you take her? She sounds annoying” A man with cat like eyes commented as he was sitting on some wood barrel, sharpening his daggers.

“I didn’t have much of a choice” Chanyeol sighed beside me and my eyes widened.

“You didn’t have much of a choice?” My voice raised as I looked back at him “You could have easily left my town without showing off, you asshole. Wasn’t I clear enough last night? Do you want me to repeat my thoughts about you all? Would you like the boys hear my thoughts as well?”

Chanyeol’s eyes narrowed as he took a step towards me, making me take a step back away from him. 

“If you want to live, shut up” I snickered at Chanyeol’s threat, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“Really, I’m not afraid of you” I grinned at him but Chanyeol’s jaw was gritted as he suddenly grabbed my arm harshly. I was about to protest but he started dragging me harshly after him, I tried fighting my way out of his hold but he was obviously stronger. 

“Stop” I hissed at him as he stopped right by the edge of the ship, a piece of the railing missing here. The ship was rocking stronger as the wind picked up, waves also stronger. A wrong move and I’d be sent into the sea underneath us.

“See this?” Chanyeol muttered darkly, his grip tightening only a little bit, “Keep that attitude going and this will be your faith”

I yelped when Chanyeol pushed me just a little forward and I quickly latched onto his arm, afraid that he’d really push me into the water.

“You have no power over me, Y/N, don’t forget that” He looked directly into my eyes before pulling me back harshly from the edge, eyes still on me as I slapped his hand off my arm.

“Did you enjoy the show?” I sneered at the rest of the crew as they were looking at us curiously, my comment made them crack up.

“It wasn’t even that entertaining” Sehun said with a shrug and I glared at him.

“Since you are already here” I flinched away from the hand on my back, glaring hard at the tanned boy, “Your help would be nice around the deck”

“My help? I’d rather root away in my room” I scoffed making the boys laugh. 

“Actually, Jongin, that’s an amazing idea” Chanyeol grinned as his eyes lit up, teeth showing. I stared at him a little longer, finding that expression adorable. No, what the hell, we hate Chanyeol, remember?

“I know it is” Jongin grinned as he placed his hand again on my back, making me step away from him.

“So, what are you thinking about?” Chanyeol asked as he eyed Jongin curiously.

“She can be our personal maid!” Jongin exclaimed and my eyes widened as affirmative responses came from the other boys.

“Oh no” I shook my head with an almost hysterical laugh, “I’m not going to clean your mess or be ordered around by you. You did it yourself before, keep doing it. If not, I’d rather jump into the water by myself”

“She’s funny” The blond haired man from yesterday said with a loud cackle, earning a grin from Baekhyun and an eye roll from the big eyed boy.

“I wouldn’t mind some help though” The cat like eyed man spoke up, putting his dagger finally away as he seemed pleased, “Cleaning up the mess after them can be horrifying”

“Exactly my thoughts” I nodded eagerly, pointing my finger at each pirate, “I’m not going to clean their dirt”

“That hurt, princess” Baekhyun placed a hand against his chest “We aren’t that filthy”

“Yes, you all are just some filthy pira--”

“If you’d like…” The big eyed boy spoke up, voice softer than what I was expecting it to be, “You can help out in the kitchen today and clean up tomorrow”

“My room needs cleaning today” The weird accented guy said with a pout, he actually looked cute.

“Clean it yourself” I scoffed, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“Here” I jumped at the loud sound when the blond haired man and Chanyeol dropped different cleaning items in front of me, “You can start right now”

Chanyeol’s grin was the most annoying one, making me fum with anger. I huffed as I picked up a cleaning rug and stormed off, knowing I didn’t have much of a choice but to clean the ship. Screw these pirates.

   Was I right to call them filthy? Oh yes, I was very right. I wonder if these boys even know what washing a cloth is? Except like three people, their clothes smelled horrible and I was forced, by my own brain this time, to wash their clothes as best as I could with the salty water and some soap I found in the ‘dungeons’. It was just actually the storage room underneath all the other rooms, basically the bottom of the ship.

After washing their clothes and proudly hanging them up on a rope on deck, I finished cleaning their rooms, actually happy they didn’t posses many things. But the dust was horrible in one room and I didn’t even want to find out whose it was. By dinner time I was spent as I usually don’t do this at home, we had a house maid who did this job. Sometimes I would help her, but my father wasn’t too fond of the idea. I was forced to not wear the little vest as the burning sun was making me sweat like crazy on deck. Yes, I even had to clean the deck. When I finally finished cleaning, the big eyes man, who’s name is Kyungsoo, approached me cautiously.

“I don’t bite, you know” I muttered, rolling my eyes as I tapped away the sweat on my forehead with some mop I found in my room.

“I take your threats seriously, I still need my private parts, you know” I couldn’t fight back the little smile as I looked at the boy.

“Dinner is ready, you should come and eat with us” The boy continued to watch me as I stood up and rolled down the sleeves of the white shirt.

“Are you the cook or something?” I asked Kyungsoo as we made our way down, heading for the kitchen.

“I can cook too, to their luck otherwise they’d die of hunger” I couldn’t help it but chuckle, imagining Baekhyun whining for food like a little kid. It’s my first day on this ship, what am I doing going around imagining things? No, get yourself together, Y/N. You are the daughter of the Major and you need to get back to Shell somehow.

“That would be nice to watch” I muttered barely but Kyungsoo still heard it and chuckled, opening the door for me. I offered him a thankful smile as the others stopped whatever they were doing, eyes set on us.

“Wow, she smiled” Sehun was the first to break the silence, his face just as blank as his voice. I rolled my eyes and went to sit beside Minseok, the cat like eyed man, rather than Jongdae, blond haired man, who had a dangerous grin on his lips. Kyungsoo occupied the seat beside Jongdae and the boys suddenly went back to eating, digging into their food. Even though Baekhyun was sitting across from me, his loud chewing was getting on my nerves as he kept grinning at what Yixing, the weird accented guy, was telling him. Junmyeon, kind faced guy, kept sighing beside me as he slowly ate his food. My mouth pulled into a grimace when Kyungsoo placed some rice and fish on my plate.

“Oh, princess doesn’t like the food?” Chanyeol mocked from the head of the table. I rolled my eyes and started eating the rice, eyeing the fish.

“You can eat it, I made sure it’s well cooked” Kyungsoo eyed me as I hesitantly teared the fish apart to take out the little bones.

“I don’t exactly like fish” I muttered and Minseok eyed me as him, Junmyeon, Yixing and Kyungsoo were the only ones eating like civilized people.

“Aren’t you from a shore town?” Minseok asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“That has nothing to do with me liking or not fish, it’s not my favorite dish” I shrugged as I slowly chewed the food.

“Well, princess, you’ll have to get used to it...or at least for this week” Chanyeol smirked when I glared at him.

“One week?” Sehun asked curiously, stealing some pepper from Jongin’s plate when he was busy staring at Chanyeol.

“If she’s not useful to us, we are sending her to the dark market. Our next stop is in the Vest Kingdom, so we shouldn’t worry” Chanyeol spoke with authority and the boys remained quiet as he continued, “I’m sure Blackpink wouldn’t mind an addition to the team”

“Jennie and Jisoo would be thrilled to hear” Baekhyun said with a smirk, mouth full of food. I glared at him for not being able to eat like a normal person.

“Who’s Blackpink?” I finally voiced my thoughts, looking around, eyes landing on Junmyeon who sighed once again.

“An organization of girls, a cult, anything you want to call it...they take girls and teach them different things...if they are good fighters, they add them to the Vest Army under Rose’s division, sometimes Lisa gets new girls for entertainment purposes or...Jennie and Jisoo get new girls either for prostitution or different criminal activities” Junmyeon’s explanation made me gulp hard as the boys eyes were on me.

“I don’t...want to meet these girls” I muttered, looking down at my food as I continued to eat.

“Then be a good girl” I could practically hear the smirk in Chanyeol’s voice but for once I decided to gulp down my remark with my food, it won’t do anything good. I don’t want to get to the hands of Blackpink...especially not to Jennie and Jisoo’s hands.

   After dinner, I was nice enough to offer and wash the dishes as the boys left me behind, apparently going back to the deck, cards and bottles in their hands. They were definitely not up to something good. My hands felt numb by the time I finally finished washing the dishes. Drying my hands on my brown pants, I left the kitchen, heading to my room when I heard someone groaning from the top of the stairs. Curiosity getting the best of me, I took a peek only to see Kyungsoo glaring at the steps, leaning against the railing. I was just about to leave when he called my name.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?” He sounded unsure, almost confused.

“Could you help me?” My eyebrows shoot up but I climbed the stairs and joined Kyungsoo.

“What happened?” I asked curiously, realizing he was drunk as his clothes smelled of some strong liquor.

“Oh, we went to play cards and I drank too much” He chuckled, his eyes not exactly on me “Now I’m drunk and can’t descend the stairs...could you help me out a little?”

I sighed but took Kyungsoo’s arm and placed it around my neck, letting him lean against my body.

“I feel sick” He muttered and I almost cringed away, afraid that he’d throw up.

“Why did you drink then?” I asked instead, taking one step at a time, careful to not fall.

“We need to loosen up from time to time” He just shrugged and I huffed as we got to the bottom of the stairs.

“Which is your room?” I asked as I walked down the corridor with Kyungsoo.

“The one beside the kitchen” He muttered, swaying a little, almost knocking us over. I chuckled, looking at him.

“The cook is closest to the kitchen, the boys would die without you here” I muttered and it made Kyungsoo laugh a little too loudly. 

“They are good boys, you know” He hiccuped as we arrived to his room, “Especially Chanyeol, just give them time. Chanyeol is pretending to be all this big and bad boy, but he’s actually softer than any of us--”

Kyungsoo’s eyebrows furrowed as I helped him sit on the bed, glad that his weight was finally off me, “Well, maybe he’s not softer than Jongin, but he’s nice, you know”

“He didn’t leave the best impression” I muttered as I headed to his closet, opening it.

“I’m surprised my clothes fit you that well” Kyungsoo muttered as he eyed me taking out his clothes.

“Your clothes?” I asked surprised, turning towards him.

“Yeah, mine” He chuckled and I grinned a little as I went back to him.

“Can I help you change, you smell awful” I grimaced a little and Kyungsoo hummed.

“So it was me” I chuckled a little as he struggled out of his shirt.

“I’m sure the others are just as smelly as you are and I’m also sure I’m not helping them as well” Kyungsoo laughed drunkenly and held his hands up like a little boy as I fidgeted with the clean shirt.

“You know…” Kyungsoo trailed off for a second as he looked at me seriously with his big glinting eyes, “I’m surprised how much I like you, it’s only the second day of having you here”

“Well, at least I know someone likes me genuinely” I muttered as I buttoned Kyungsoo’s shirt rather clumsily as the waves were harsher tonight and rocked the ship more.

“I guess you don’t like us…” Kyungsoo trailed off, again, watching the ceiling.

“I do like you, it’s just--” I sighed as Kyungsoo and I locked eyes, “You stole me away from my life. I didn’t want this, your Captain dragged me into this mess. I want to go back to my father and my friends. I miss them so much and it’s been only two days, Kyungsoo. I want to escape from this nightmare. Every day I wake up I just hope it was another bad dream, but then Baekhyun whistles ‘princess’ outside my door and I know I’m in the same hell”

Kyungsoo chuckled at my last words and sighed as he gripped my arm, carefully laying down as I helped him.

“I understand how you feel, because I was once like you” He muttered so quietly I almost didn’t hear him, “My life, our lives, weren’t like this always. There’s horrible things out there in the world and we stumbled upon one of them”

“What do you mean?” I asked softly, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Kyungsoo pulled me to sit down on his bed, hand still holding onto my arm.

“We were once all carefree kids, running around the markets in our Kingdom and causing mischief” He smiled fondly at the memory, eyes closing, “But one day...Chanyeol stumbled upon something dangerous and that cursed us…”

I stared at Kyungsoo’s peaceful face as I let his words replay in my head. Chanyeol stumbled upon something dangerous and that cursed them? That made no sense. I didn’t see Kyungsoo as the one to believe in fairytales. Was he so drunk that his mind made up stories? They do say after all...drunk men tell no lies. My head swirled with confusion that night as I left Kyungsoo’s room and headed to mine to rest. Were they really cursed? But how did that happen?

                                                   ~~~

     Next day I was up before the sun was. I decided Kyungsoo deserved a good breakfast after the night he had. He most definitely will be hangover. It leaves me confused as to how the swinging of the ship doesn’t make them feel sick as every morning I wake up I feel dizzy and lightheaded. 

Thankfully, I knew my way to the kitchen and didn’t cause any hubbub, however, I did stumble into a chair placed in front of Baekhyun’s room, which left me confused. Why was the chair there in the first place? It wasn’t an easy task finding every ingredient for the seaweed soup I planned on cooking which Mrs. Han taught me after my father had a huge hungover and couldn’t stand up from his bed for a whole day. There was no pepper but paprika would work as well. I hummed quietly to myself as I added all ingredients into the cauldron, careful with the fire of the stove. A very weird stove that I had to stare at for at least ten minutes before I figured how it worked...at least they have a stove. I also figured if Kyungsoo drank so much the other boys must have done the same, and as much as I don’t like them, I don’t wish to hear all day some men whining about how bad they are feeling or worse...having them throw up which I would have to clean afterwards, disgusting. I moved around quietly as I looked for a cup and spoon that I could take to Kyungsoo. 

Today I felt rather creative so before leaving my room I decided I would freshen up a bit my outfit. The pants were too warm as I spent my days out in the blazing sun on deck and decided that I could just shorten them, like Sooyoung’s sister taught me once. Just the thought of Sooyoung brought tears to my eyes but I blinked them away knowing she was safe, and focused rather on the little happiness I felt after successfully designing these new pants for myself. I hope Kyungsoo wouldn’t mind seeing as I ripped one of his pants.

I jumped as someone cleared their throat behind me, slamming the cup down against the table beside me.

“What are you doing?” The deep voice was hoarse and I turned around with a glare.

“Cooking, obviously” I muttered as I took in Chanyeol’s disheveled form. He looked horrible, honestly. The only thing that sat rightly on him were his pants. His blue shirt was wrinkled and all buttons undone and black curly hair sticking out in every possible direction while his face looked swelled.

“Are you planning on poisoning us?” He chuckled as he shuffled inside the kitchen, eyebrows furrowed as he held onto his head.

“I wish I was doing just that...but no” I answered Chanyeol as I watched him amused. He seemed disoriented as he opened cupboards.

“What are you searching for?” I asked curiously as I watched him hiss as he closed his eyes. Just how strong was the liquor they drank last night?

“Stop asking questions or else my brain will blow up” Chanyeol hissed and I chuckled as he drew closer opening and slamming the doors of the cupboards. 

“Then I shall gladly continue questioning you” I said with a smirk when Chanyeol sent me a dark glare, making me chuckle. Who would take a man seriously when he looked like that? He stopped in front of me and I tensed as he leaned up and opened the cupboard above me, his chest pressing dangerously close to my face. Bare chest, tanned chest, muscular chest...I hissed at my own thoughts, silently lecturing myself for openly drooling at the enemy.

“Curse Kyungsoo, we’ve got no hangover potion anymore” Chanyeol slammed the cupboard door close with a groan. I grinned as I looked up at him.

“Luckily for you, I have just what you are looking for” Chanyeol’s eyes landed on me as he stared down at me, eyebrows raised.

“And what is that?” He asked mildly interested and I smirked at him as I pushed him away harshly, making him groan as he stumbled backwards.

“My poison is actually a soup for hangovers so...sit down and wait patiently” I pointed the spoon at him as I went and took another cup and walked back to the cauldron. It was boiling, green bubbles raising to the surface, that means it’s all good to serve. Filling half of the cup, I walked to the table and placed the cup and spoon in front of Chanyeol while staring at him expectantly. He stared at the soup in disgust as it continued boiling, the green bubbles continuously raising to the surface.

“I was right, you are trying to poison us” He muttered as he carefully took a spoonful and stared at it.

“Well excuse me, but until you stare at it and contemplate whether it will kill you or not, I shall head to Kyungsoo’s room and feed him the soup” I said with a glare and walked past Chanyeol, ignoring his confused gaze as I knocked on the boy’s door. There was a quiet murmur and I walked inside, closing the door behind me.

“Morning!” I called loudly and cheerfully, watching as Kyungsoo squirmed and pulled the covers over his head. I chuckled and went to sit beside him on the bed.

“You know, as much as seeing you all squirming and whining amuses me, I decided to be nice and not poison you while I cooked this soup” I said quietly as if talking to a child and Kyungsoo peeked out from underneath his covers.

“What soup?” He asked quietly, voice barely audible.

“Seaweed soup, the best one from my Kingdom, an old lady taught me how to make it”

“It must be good then, old ladies always know what they are doing” Kyungsoo muttered as he carefully sat up and took the cup from my hands.

“You are underestimating me, comrade” I glared at him jokingly and a smile appeared on his lips as he smelled the soup. I watched as he started eating it carefully, slowly grinning and grinning wider.

“So it’s good then?” I asked with a grin and Kyungsoo nodded eagerly as I chuckled.

“Its effects come rather quickly so you shouldn’t worry about--” There was a big commotion outside the door as loud whining and footsteps combined together.

“You better go and feed them before they realize we have no more hangover potion and think it’s the end of the world” Kyungsoo said with a chuckle as he nodded towards the door.

I sighed as I glanced at the door, not wanting to leave Kyungsoo’s room, “Fine”

The second I was out in the hall it felt like I was in the market. The boy’s voices blended together, louder and messier than ever before. This was a disaster already. I stood in the doorway to the kitchen and clapped my hands loudly. Everyone in the room groaned loudly as Baekhyun glued his palms to his ears, Yixing following suit.

“If you’d just take a seat and calm down I could actually help you out!” I said loudly, making Jongin whine as he looked at me in pain. Chanyeol remained quiet as he looked at everyone and as he nodded everyone took their places at the table, except for Kyungsoo who was still in his room.

“Very well” I said with a pleased smile and walked to the cups and took eight of them to fill with the soup, I was hungry as well. Handing them the cups and spoons I took a seat opposite Chanyeol and quietly started eating, that is until someone made a gagging sound.

“What the hell is this?” Of course it was Baekhyun who was glaring at his green soup.

“Poison” I said casually and all boys stopped eating as their eyes fell on me. Jongdae spit back the content from inside his mouth into his cup. I remained nonchalant as I kept eating that is until Chanyeol started laughing loudly. My eyes widened and we all looked at him as if he was crazy.

“You good, Captain?” Junmyeon asked softly as he had already begun eating again, having seen that I was eating the same soup.

“You really don’t think she’d poison herself as well?” Chanyeol asked as he looked at the rest of the boys that weren’t eating anymore, “It’s good for your hangover, eat it”

And with that Chanyeol rose from the table as the boys started eating again, eyes finding mine when he was in the doorway. He nodded at me subtly and I looked back down to my soup as he walked away. I guess that was his way of saying ‘thank you’.

                                                      ~~~

     The days passed by quickly and I became more and more nervous as we were drawing closer and closer to the Vest Kingdom. Chanyeol still wasn’t saying if I would stay with them or if they would sell me away. I was really holding onto the hope that seeing as Kyungsoo, Sehun and Jongdae really liked me, Chanyeol would keep me around. But then...Baekhyun doesn’t like me and neither does Chanyeol and seeing as those two are rather close, I will most likely be sold off. Before that happens, however, I have formed a plan in my head. If I am to be sold, I shall act like a weeping princess and beg them to keep me, acting of course because I wouldn’t beg a pirate even if my life was at stake. So then we get to the market in the shore town of the Vest Kingdom and I kneel whoever is with my in the groins and run away, hiding. After they leave I travel to the Queen of the Kingdom and beg her to send me home, our Kingdom’s might not be on good terms, however my father once helped her and she needs to turn back the favour. 

   I was busy cleaning the Captain’s cabin, which was fairly larger and fuller of objects than the others room. Of course Chanyeol would take the largest room, he was that selfish. I sighed as I dusted off another shelf of books until one book caught my eyes, ‘Curses and how to live with them’. What was a book like that doing here? The others were about traveling, the kingdoms and some myths and fairytales written by famous authors. My eyes narrowed as I took the book and walked back to the big oak desk, abandoning the rag on the chair, as my eyes fell on another book laying beside the outstretched map, ‘Witches, Curses, Countercurses’. What is all this curiosity about curses? Was Chanyeol planning on cursing someone? Perhaps me? Then suddenly Kyungsoo’s drunken words about a curse rang through my brain. Was it true then? Did he really say the truth? It seems like.

“What are you doing?” I slammed the black book against the desk in fright as Chanyeol’s deep voice boomed in the room.

“Cle-cleaning your room” I cursed myself for stammering, but Chanyeol’s gaze was murderous.

“Doesn’t look like it” He snapped as the door behind him slammed shut, making me jump again. Curse you, Y/N.

“Who allowed you inside?” He walked closer and I walked to the other side of the desk to make sure there was distance between us.

“I’m supposed to be cleaning every single room on this ship, remember?” I snapped as I sent a glare at Chanyeol, heart beating faster than before. I’m afraid, but I don’t know why. Being closed inside a room with Chanyeol alone makes my hair stand on edge and heart beat fast. Maybe because he’s the one that basically kidnapped me or maybe because he’s really handsome, however this is the first and last time you hear me saying that, or maybe because he looks like he could kill me with his eyes after he took a look at the book I took interest in.

“I didn’t give you permission, however, to clean this room” His dark eyes watched me intently as he walked closer.

“Yes, but you also didn’t state that I was not allowed inside, so how was I supposed to know?” I raised my eyebrows at him as we kept circling the desk, him trying to close in on me and me trying to put more and more distance between us.

“You were snooping around. I don’t tolerate thieves on my ship” My eyes widened at the accusation. Does that mean he’ll really sell me? I’m not even a thief!

“I’m not a thief!” I exclaimed angrily as I walked faster after Chanyeol tried lunging at me, “Stop running after me, I told you I won’t let you touch me!”

“As if someone will respect your wishes on this ship” Chanyeol sneered and I glared at him fiercely as I took the black book from the desk in my hands, his eyes fixating on it before his glare intensified.

“To keep you updated, Kyungsoo, Sehun, Junmyeon, Yixing, Minseok, Jongin all respect my wish so I don’t see your problem here, Chanyeol” I taunted him with a smirk and Chanyeol scoffed before his glare returned again.

“Put that book down” He demanded, making me look at the black book in my hands. He stopped in his tracks and so did I.

“No” I answered defiantly, glancing at the open window. Chanyeol seemed to pick up on my train of thoughts as his eyes darkened even more.

“Don’t even think about it” He warned, Adam apple bobbing up and down as he gulped. He almost looked...nervous.

“Why does this book matter so much to you?” I pressed on, knowing my luck was running thin.

“Put it down on the desk and I will let you go unharmed” Chanyeol’s voice sounded nice for the first time, but I didn’t like the threat.

I smirked as I took a small step towards the open window, the waves crashing loudly against the side of the ship, “What if I throw it out the window? The ocean will swallow your book and then--nothing will remain of it. Like you did with me. You took me away from everything I held dear and threatened to sell me off”

“I will take you back home, but put that book down, now” Chanyeol’s lips pulled into a tight smile and I chuckled as my eyes widened, amused that for once I had the upper hand while interacting with him.

“I don’t believe you” I said the words slowly, looking down at the book with a deep fake frown, “And I don’t like this book, we’d be only even if I made it disappear, don’t you think, Chanyeol?”

His eyes stayed fixed on my hand and I smirked as the silence dragged on, neither of us making a move. The desk was still between us. What’s my plan though? I throw the book out the window and run from his room? I can’t hide in my room, I’m on his ship for God’s sake. He’ll throw me off the ship in the best case, better to drown than get sold off to that Blackpink organization. I’d rather die than become a slave. But I want him to hurt like I do, knowing how far away I am from all of my loved ones. My eyes must have shown finality because Chanyeol’s eyes widened as he jumped towards me right as I raised my arm. I was going to throw the book out of the window, it almost left my hand, but I was roughly showed into the bookcase behind me, book flying out of my hands but sadly onto the wooden floor and not out the window. I hissed as the shelves dug into my back, Chanyeol’s big body pressed against me. I flailed my arms, pushing against his chest hard but Chanyeol growled and just held on tighter. I kicked his shin hard, realizing my hands were no use, and Chanyeol yelped loudly as he let go of me, I was finally able to push him away. I turned sharply and went to run for the door but before I could take even three steps hands around my waist whirled me around and I screamed as I was thrown against the desk. I yelped in pain as my hips crashed into the edge of the desk, probably bruising it as well, before I was turned around again, hand around my neck. I was bent backwards, feet barely on the floor and hands gripping the desk tightly as I fought against Chanyeol trying to push me down against the desk fully. Realizing I wasn’t about to give up the fight, he stopped pushing me but his hand remained around my neck, keeping a firm grip. He lay his other hand on the desk behind me, leaning so close our lips were almost touching.

“You are going to pay dearly for that” He spoke quietly, aware that due to our closeness I could hear him very well, but his voice was deadly.

I huffed, maintaining his eye contact even if I was close to shaking, “I didn’t even get to throw it out the window so why are you getting worked up, Chanyeol?”

“Stop saying my name like that” He snapped and I smirked as I raised my eyebrows.

“I don’t like being called princess and yet you still call me that…” I pretended to think for a moment, “What to do, what to do…”

“I know what I’m going to do with you” The dark smirk that stretched on his lips made me gulp, “And I have a feeling you won’t like it--”

“You and your crew are cursed” I blurted out in panic, not wanting to hear the rest of Chanyeol’s words. Chanyeol’s mouth remained opened as he looked at me mildly shocked, hand tightening around my neck.

“How do you know” He growled after collecting himself.

“Kyungsoo told me when you all got drunk” I whispered, my heart pumping fast due to the adrenaline. 

“He can’t keep his mouth shut when drunk, the idiot” Chanyeol hissed as he looked past me.

“So it’s true then…” I trailed of gripping his wrist with one hand as his grip was becoming uncomfortable, but Chanyeol didn’t loosen it he just looked back at me with a fire burning in his eyes.

“I decided last night to sell you off tomorrow” Chanyeol’s words felt as if a weight was dropped onto me. My eyes widened and I gripped his wrist firmly now, feeling the panic rising in me again. But I thought he’d keep me after everything I did for him on this ship!

“But--but I did everything you asked and I--”

“You are too annoying and what you did everyone else on this ship can do, therefore you are to no use to us” Chanyeol’s voice held finality as he pulled me upright, back to my feet and let go of me.

“No, you don’t understand! I--I did everything you asked me why would you--the boys like me! I help Kyungsoo a lot and I--Sehun said how much he liked my company and that you feel better having me around! He told me that you enjoy my company, Chanyeol, why would you--”

“All that boy talks is nonsense” Chanyeol scoffed, averting his eyes from mine. I felt the tears in my eyes as I gripped his biceps trying to get him to look at me.

“Chanyeol, please--”

“Get out” His voice was quiet as he didn’t look at me.

I shook his arms as I stared up at him helplessly, “Please, Chanyeol, don’t do--”

“Get out” He repeated his words still refusing to look at me, still standing numb underneath my touch.

“Chanyeol, I--”

“Get out!” He suddenly shouted so loudly that a sob involuntarily escaped my lips. He stepped back and wrenched his arms out of my hold as he walked to his chair, leaving me trembling. I took off towards his door almost numbly as my lips trembled as tears rolled down my cheeks.

“You are the monster they speak about in the fairytales and myths” I muttered lowly before slamming his door shut and running down the corridor and towards my room. 

I wanted to die.

~

[nctzendreamz]

Crazy, Rich, and They Hate Me — Epilouge

Jaehyun’s head is pounding. He can’t remember how many texts he had sent to your phone, and he doesn’t care. You may have not wanted to hear him or see him, but he still needed you. Even if it sounded stupid, he was willing to look like a complete idiot.

He eventually began to have a stare down with the bottle of vodka that taunted him from the counter. He doesn’t even know how that got in here—maybe it was from his angels? Or demons. Just as he was about to rise to make himself feel as close to nothing as possible, someone was knocking on his door.

He’s silent. It’s obvious he’s in here, as this is his room, but he doesn’t care about respect anymore. He was tired of thinking about others feelings before his own.

They knock again.

“Son, it’s me.”

His father’s raspy voice that sounds so close to his own is on the other side, and like a light switch does he feel like a child. He wants to be held, shushed. He needs someone that’s not his mother to tell him everything will be okay, even if it’s not the truth.

Minjun is careful as he creaks the door open, stepping inside the large space. It’s clear that memories from Jaehyun’s childhood are popping into his head—unfortunately ones he wasn’t there for. He just remembers the stories. Jaehyun’s first steps. His first time uttering a clear word. He heard that over the phone, but it didn’t make it any better.

“Dad.” Jaehyun says in a shaky breath.

“You don’t have to speak.” He utters, approaching the bed quickly as his sons tears were rare. They were so alike in so many aspects, but he knew his son wasn’t aware. How could he be? The only thing he knew about his father was that he was a hard worker. At least he taught him that much.

“I lost her.” He sobs loudly. Jaehyun wanted his mother to hear it all. He hasn’t felt his father hold in forever. And even then the last time that took place was when he was too young to remember it happening. It was all so unfamiliar. Regardless, it was everything he needed. The grip on his body is tight and it makes him feel like he didn’t make a mistake trusting his father. He wasn’t here to criticize him.

“Let it out, son. I’m not going anywhere.”

Those words, minus a few sounded so alike to yours. Whenever Jaehyun needed advice, or guidance for anything big or small, you would always say this to him as he enraged. He didn’t realize until now how much he took that for granted. Living in a fairy tail where words held power seemed so perfect for him and his perfect life. Now look at him, alone.

“What—what do I do? Huh dad?” He hits his chest gently. He had never hyperventilated so much in his life. He didn’t know what to do with himself. All he knew was that his chest burned and so did his skin. He felt like hell. A life without you is hell. “She’s gone. She’s going back home. I heard her when she came to the house.”

“I know you don’t want to hear anything about your mother...”

“No!” Jaehyun shoots up. “I don’t want to see her, hear her, be near her. It’s bad enough I’m in this house right now.”

“Jaehyun.” His father sterns, and the intense glare that he’s rubbing into the already sharpened wounds of his son is enough for him to listen. His eyes are raging and wet, but his mouth is shut. “Just listen to me.”

“Your grandma hated your mother with a passion I had never seen before. I didn’t understand it. I didn’t know how one could possibly despise someone for something so stupid. Class? And although it wouldn’t have mattered, it blew my mind that even while your mother was still loaded rich, beautiful, and smart, she still didn’t get the approval.”

“I thought with time, everything would change. Me and your mother would go to the states, mom would miss me and realize she’s pushing me away, she realizes how idiotic she sounds, and then boom—life is perfect again. I’m the destined son, I run the buisness, and me and your mother have kids running around half naked while we chase after them filling the mansion with laughter.”

“But that didn’t work. We went to the states, and that only made mom more angry, so we came back. I thought that maybe their first meeting wasn’t personal enough. Maybe I needed to move out of the way and let them bond.”

“That didn’t go well either I assume.” Jaehyun adds in.

“Of course it didn’t. Mom didn’t speak the entire trip, so your mother ended up calling me to save her. I won’t go on, but do you get what the moral of this story is? Hm?”

“That grandma isn’t as amazing as I thought she was.”

“No, son.” Minjun rises. His arm extends to place on his shoulder, and Jaehyun can see the light strain it’s causing him. He moves up to fill the space. “The moral of this story is that you will never be able to please these fucking people. Excuse my french.”

“I know your feelings of your mother have drastically changed in these past couple of days, but pretend you’re me. I’m extremely disappointed in her right now too. Disgusted, actually. But your mother is the love of my life. She’s difficult, but I love her. And I married her. And I got the best gift I could ever recieve because of her—you. My son. I’m sorry I was never around. I’m sorry if you ever felt like work was all I cared about, but it was all for you. So you could live life how you wanted.”

It was all coming back. The heavy emotions Jaehyun had finally let in. His father was right. There were nights, especially when he was younger, where he felt his father was avoiding him. That he really just didn’t want to play cars or hide and seek. But as he grew up, he knew that wasn’t true. His body is moving on its own as it deeply embraces his father—his dad.

“I know dad...I know. I love you.”

“I love you too, son.” Minjun had never felt Jaehyun like this, but it felt all too rewarding. He was always haunted with nightmares of his son resenting him. He doesn’t want to let go, but he has one more thing to show.

“One more thing.” He sniffles. He places his hand in his left coat pocket, digging unnecessary.

“What’s that?”

“Something that you better use.”

In his hand is a wooden box, clearly antique. The engraving reads letters, but Jaehyun can’t read them. His head is still pounding and maybe that’s why he can’t realize what’s in front of him right now. He definitely understands when he father snatches it open, though.

“Dad...”

“You want to marry this girl, right?”

All he can do is nod frantically. He never thought he would see the day where this ring would be on a finger other than his grandmothers.

“Is this real?!”

“The real thing. Not a remake. It took so much convincing, but me and mom had a talk. A very important one.”

As Jaehyun takes the box into his hand, his heart sinks into his stomach. “I—how do I do this? Do I get doves? Do I—

“You go to her, no matter where she is, and you propose son.”

“Okay.” Jaehyun is running around the room grabbing all of his belongings. He doesn’t have a suitcase—he’s just grabbing the essentials. Now Minjun is getting a headache, although he finds this all to be too cute.

“Don’t go too fast.”

Jaehyun is about to run out of the room before he stops.

“Son, wait.”

“Hm?”

From the right pocket, his father takes out a piece of paper. “You’re going to need this, arent you? Unless you’re going to swim or something.” He smirks.

“Right...” He trials, walking quickly to grab the plane ticket, but not before embracing his father one last time. “Thank you so much, dad. I don’t know what I would do without you, but I’m going to bring her back to you. I promise. You’ll love her. If she says yes.”

“I know I will.” He smiles. “I know I will. Now go. I want some grandkids sooner than later.”

“Everything okay?”

It’s you, and it’s home. In the aftermath of your honeymoon love making, Jaehyun took a step outside to the wooden patio, and his gaze on the waves—the way his eyes were soft, but also spoke rememberence told you a memory was running through.

His bare chest moves up and down as he takes in the scent of Aruba. The golden sunset is beautiful, but not as beautiful as you. He couldn’t believe everything that had to happen for the two of you to get here.

“I don’t know if this is a good stare into nothing, or a bad stare into nothing, but if it makes you feel better your dad made the picture of me and him his Facebook profile picture.”

Jaehyun can’t hold a chuckle in. He never could around you. He feels you on his right side, and unconsciously he opens up his side for you to seep into. His lips connect to the side of your head like always.

“Did he now?”

“Yes he did. You better treat me right, or I’ll go be with him.”

“You wouldn’t.” His eyes dissapear as he puts on an Oscar performance of looking angry, but he couldn’t hold it for long. He has to kiss you.

“You’re right...I wouldn’t.” You smile. He’s still staring at you, but now you’re trying to lock eyes with whatever has him out here instead of in bed with you. Your left hand is on his right, and the ring is prominent on your skin. You always wore it like it was made for you, but the band that laid above it was the icing on the cake.

The two of you were married. He always knew he would be able to say that, but even so, it feels like a dream. His mom came to the wedding. She didn’t look happy by any means, but she came. She also hugged you and said congratulations. Maybe that was his fathers doing, but he didn’t care. He knew it gave you peace of mind.

Rosé’s baby bump was starting to show big time, but she was rocking it like a pro. It’s always said in Seoul that although couples who were “put together” may last forever, they hate eachother, but that would never be the case with Johnny and Rosé. At the reception, the way they looked at eachother was more fire than they had at their wedding night, and that was beautiful.

Haechan, Taeyong, Lucas, and Yuta, along with Johnny were Jaehyun’s best men. Rosé, Jasmine, and Heechul were by your side. It may sound weird, but you made it work.

“I’m okay.” Jaehyun begins, rubbing your shoulder softly. “I’m better than okay. I just thought about how my dad saved me more times than I ever knew. I love that man.”

“He loves you too, baby. You wanna know who else loves you?”

“Who?” He plays innocent, but he already knows the answer. “Is she cute?”

“You better hope so.” You chuckle sweetly. “Well, you better hope one of them is. The other is destined to be cute.”

“Huh?”

“I love you.” You kiss his nose gently. “And they love you.” You take your ringed hand and place it on your belly. Obviously it’s nothing there, but it will be soon. Sooner than you think.

“Baby...”

You immediately catch him in your arms as you know he’s going to practically faint from the news. “Mhm.”

“You’re pre—pregnant? Are you serious?”

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life other than you.”

“We’re having a baby?”

“We’re having a baby.”

Quicker than lighting is he picking you up in his strong arms and swinging the patio door open. He doesn’t throw you on the bed, but instead gently places you as he hovers over.

His lips are on yours and it’s passionate, but slow.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“For having your baby?”

It makes him laugh.

“For all of it. For being you. Words cannot explain how much I love you. Never forget that okay?”

“I love you more, Jung Jaehyun. More and more everyday.”

Happy endings really do exist.

[stoopsbookstore]

Kinktober Day 5 (10/05/2019)

Kink - Mechanophilia (Sexual arousal caused by machines), Bonus light impregnation kink

"I don't think we should take the contact."

The 10 guys of NCT Chop shop were in a sticky situation. An offical letter from SJ industries offered the boys 1,000 dollars each if they allowed the company to take over their workshop, the one place that they've felt free enough to be themselves and work on their projects.

"Where would we go?" Taeil asked the group, all with unsure grimaces on their faces.

"With 10,000 grand, we should be able to find a cheap enough place that we can work from, possibly in a better neighborhood and that could mean more rich clientele," Jungwoo spoke up, looking the letter over.

"We should at least try to talk them up to two grand a piece," Doyoung took the letter from the younger boy, reading one sentence out loud, "right here, it says 'We will stop by tomorrow,' meaning today, 'to talk about any problems and possible solutions.' We could talk to them then."

"But we still need to come to a consensus, take the money or not?" Taeyong, their democratically appointed leader, looked at the 9 other members, "all for one and one for all, remember?"

A knock at the large door shocked the boys, Yuta going over to open it, 3 tall men and a girl around their age on the other side.

"Hello," a man in a gray suit with the nametag 'Leeteuk' looked the group up and down, "you must be the gentlemen who work here. Is there a manager?"

"I guess that would be me?" Taeyong walked towards him, sticking his hand out, "I'm Taeyong, pleasure to meet you, sir."

"Likewise," Leeteuk shook Taeyong's hand, wiping his hand on his pants as Taeyong gestured the others to come inside, "this is Shindong and Heechul, and my secretary, Y/N."

The group bowed, Y/N keeping her eye on the tall boy whose coveralls were embroidered with "Johnny" in red thread on the left side of his chest.

"Now," Leeteuk threw his suitcase at Y/N, the girl catching and holding it to her side, "I assume you boys are willing to take the offer? I mean, judging on how this place works, you could use the money."

"Wel-"

Taeil was cut off by Leeteuk, "Don't tell me you're thinking about not taking the offern? 10,000 for you must be a lot."

"It is," Taeyong hid the disgust on his face for the cocky male, "but this is also our home, we've been here for years, some of us have even stayed here when we had nowhere else to go. One grand a piece isn't enough to make us part with this place."

"How about we talk about this?" Leeteuk threw his hands in a smug manner, "Shindong, Heechul, go with the others while I talk to Mr. Taeyong."

"What do yo-"

"Oh, that's right, Y/N is here too," Leeteuk looked at the group, "Lanky boy, what's your name?"

"I can tell you it's not Lanky Boy," Johnny looked up, displaying his name on his clothes, "I assume you can read, seeing as you are a huge CEO?"

Y/N and Johnny's nine friends started laughing, Leeteuk whipping his head around to give an annoyed stare at his secretary, the girl immediately halting all actions and staring at the floor. Leeteuk threw his hand over the shoulder of Taeyong as the tourgroups began to break off, Johnny and Y/N shaking each other's hands.

"Taeyong my boy, let's go talk," Leeteuk practically dragged Taeyong away from his friends, the leader looking at the other mechanics with a concerned look on his face.

"Is he always like that?" Johnny asked Y/N, the boy picking up a rag and wiping some grease off his face.

"Do you always keep those googles on?" Johnny touched his face at Y/N's comment, playfully rolling his eyes.

"They're stylish, but back to that Lettuce dude."

"It's Leeteuk and You'd be surprised how kind he can actually be when he's not talking about business," Y/N scoffed, looking around the huge area, machines, wood and metal decorating the space.

"Ah," a simple word out of Johnny's mouth as he notices Y/N's interest, "would you like to take a look around? None of the tools are plugged in, so no Final Destination deaths here."

Y/N awkwardly chuckled at the sight of the handsome boy, "umm, yeah, sure."

"We call this Ellie," Johnny pointed to a big machine, picking up a giant tube, "she helps us clean up faster, sucking up all the dust and dirt."

Y/N smiled and nodded along, watching Johnny excitedly go from machine to machine.

"Here we have a wood splitter, nothing fancy, just sort of does what its name says it does," Johnny gestured to a small room inside the workspace, "we call this the tool prison, drills, hammers, nails, screws, you name it, it's in there."

Johnny pulled out a chainsaw, pretending to rev it up as Y/N jumped back, still quiet so she won't interrupt Johnny's excitement.

"I call this Betsy, she's been my tool since day 1," Johnny showed Y/N the carved out name in the side of his chainsaw, "she's a bit old, but still works."

"How did you get into mechanics and tools?" Y/N walked over to a table, a nailgun, a drill and some screws scattered on the top.

"They're sexy," a laugh from Y/N causing Johnny to make fingers gun, "but seriously, Taeyong and Taeil needed someone else to help them with their projects and I was in the same woodshop class with them a few years ago."

Y/N walked around, exploring the shop, "do you want to continue giving me the tour?"

"Sure, why not? This is a table saw, one of my friends actually almost got injured real bad by this one," Johnny started fucking with the machine, spinning the sawblade as Y/N visibly freaked out while Johnny played with the sharp tool, "she was using this tool for a show that her class was putting on, one of the triangles she was cutting had a nail or staple in it and it shut out, narrowly missing her."

"Ohmygod, is she okay?" Y/N cringed at the story, Johnny putting the safety cover back on the machine, smirking at Y/N.

"Yeah, she's fine," Johnny put his arm up, hand hidden in his sleeve, spooking Y/N, "she just has to live with one hand!"

Y/N gently smiled, continuing to look around as Johnny watches her walk around, noticing her skirt keeps raising up, the girl having to pull it down every few steps.

"Why do you work for that Leek Dance dude?" Johnny sat next to the table saw, keeping his eyes on Y/N, "like he's such a douche."

"He's my stepbrother's friend," Y/N walked over to Johnny, "the one with the pinkish hair? Heechul? He's my stepbrother and one of Leeteuk's best friends. Leeteuk offered him a job and said he would only take it if I could have an internship."

Johnny nods, swinging his legs, "an internship? That's it? Do you get paid?"

"Yeah," Y/N shrugs, standing a few feet in front of Johnny, "but it goes to Heechul for the most part. Leeteuk says 'it's for the best until Y/N can learn to control her money,' even though, you know, I'm able to do so."

As Johnny started to speak, Y/N cut him off.

"You asked me a question, I get one."

"Ok, alright. What do you want to know?"

"What's your favorite machine?"

"Does Betsy count," Johnny jumped down from the table, his googles now around his neck, Y/N shaking her head, "alright. I guess it'll have to be the table saw, come here and I'll show you a better view."

Y/N walked over to the table saw, Johnny caging her in as he showed her the unplugged cable.

"Just so no one gets their face mauled, you make sure this is never in the wall unless there is a piece of wood under it," Johnny lays the cord next to the saw, gently grabbing Y/N's hand and placing it on one of the handles and placing the other on a button, "this right here is to move it left and right. Go ahead, push the button and try it."

Y/N pressed the orange button, maneuvering the power tool, Johnny placing his hand on top of hers as he lifted up the safety cover.

"Remember, it's unplugged, so it's not going to hurt you," Johnny repositioned himself in a more comfortable position, his chest flushed to Y/N's back, the secretary feeling her body heating up at the mechanic's proximity.

Johnny watched Y/N's hands roam over the machinery, her nails tracing each curve, Johnny feeling his pants tighten as he imagines her hands on his body, tugging at his hair and pulling on hi-

"Umm," Y/N turned around, looking down at Johnny's bulge that became prominent, Johnny stammering, "I guess you were right about machines being sexy."

Johnny barely opened his mouth, Y/N using his own words against him, the pair moving impossibly close to each other as they begun to heavily make out. Y/N took off her coat, throwing it to the side, and Johnny throwing the googles around his neck along with it.

Johnny helped the girl on the metal table, the table saw right next to her, pulling her shirt above her breasts as he immediately begun to suck on one of her nipples. Y/N's hands found their way to Johnny's hair, running them through his greasy, but soft locks.

Pulling away, Johnny unzipped his coverall, pulling his cock out his boxers, bringing Y/N in for a kiss, teasing her by rubbing his cock up and down along her covered core.

"Would you like prot-"

"I'm on birth control, just fuck me," Y/N shimmied her skirt further up, the fabric looking more like a belt, allowing her to spread her legs more, a wet spot growing in the middle of her underwear.

Johnny leaned down to kiss up Y/N's body before pulling her panties to the side, guiding his cock, pushing into Y/N. His hands immediately went up Y/N's body to play with her nipples, Johnny nuzzling into Y/N's neck.

"I'm gonna fill you up with my cum," Johnny nipped Y/N's neck, thrusting into her as she held a hand over her mouth, not wanting to be caught, "barely know you, but I'm gonna make you mine."

Y/N moved her arm to lean herself up, accidentally knocking a belt sander to the floor.

"Thing was a piece of shit anyway," Johnny helped her, holding her close to his chest, Y/N scratching down his back, "next time I see you, maybe I can eat you out in the tool closet, fuck you up the ass on the wood splitter, would you like that?"

"Yes, Johnny," Y/N moaned out the mechanic's name, her forehead slick against his chest, his pounding into her not stopping, "fuck me all over the place."

"Have you sit on the table while that shitty belt sander vibrates the whole table," Johnny nipped on Y/N's ear, bucking his hips at an angle that made Y/N's high start to creep up, "maybe do it in front of your boss, piss him off."

Y/N whimpered in Johnny's arms, the feeling in her gut twisting as he continued to whisper the dirtiest things she's heard.

Y/N hadn't noticed she came until Johnny pulled her even closer.

"Good girl," Johnny looked at her, his forehead sweaty and his eyes half opened, "now you're gonna be even better and take my cum."

Johnny thrusted a few more times, Y/N sensitive in his arms, his cum seeping out of his sudden lover. He stayed in her, grabbing a cloth from his back pocket and wiping her forehead. A moment passed before Y/N broke the tension, Johnny's hand caressing her back.

"Normally, you're supposed to turn machines on, not the other way around." Johnny laughed, pulling out of Y/N and pulling down her panties, putting them in his pocket as he fixed her skirt.

"You want these back? Make a date with me," Johnny smiled as Y/N nodded, hopping off the table just as the group came back.

"So, we have a deal, Mr. Leeteuk?" Taeyong smiled triumphantly while Leeteuk shook his hand, "2 grand a piece, we keep this area and teach a class every week?"

"Yes," Leeteuk grimaced, staring at Y/N in Johnny's arms, her legs wobbling a bit, "what's wrong with you?"

"She tripped," Johnny held onto Y/N's waist, "she accidentally tripped over the belt sander that Haechan left out."

Haechan looked down at his feet, Leeteuk looking for any sign of something in her eyes. When he couldn't find any, he straightened his suit jacket.

"Ok, it was a pleasure to meet you gentlemen, this is going to be a fine partnership."

Handshakes were had all around, Johnny walking up to Y/N, taking his phone out and handing it to her. Y/N typed in her phone number, texting her number so she could have Johnny's. Leeteuk called after Y/N, the girl walking as poised as she could. After the gate closed, Johnny's phone vibrated, the text bringing a big smile on his face.

That wood splitter idea sounds fun ;)

[girlbosscannibalism]

[kpoppwriter]

Masterlist~♡

Ughhhhhh I spent 4 hours on this

Updated: 06/18/19

Reactions

EXO Reactions

EXO Reaction: You do aegyo

EXO Reaction: You’re short

EXO Reaction: He jokes about your insecurities

EXO Reaction: You’re his sister and stressed from school

EXO Reaction: He walks in on Xiumin and his GF

EXO Reaction: You suddenly kiss him

EXO Reaction: You get scared and hide behind him

EXO Reaction: You cuddle up to him because you’re scared of the dark

EXO Reaction: He walks in on Sehun and his GF

EXO Reaction: You get mad at him for buying you an expensive gift

EXO Reaction: You distance yourself because you don’t deserve him

EXO Reaction: Their S/O invites him to join them in the shower/bath

Mafia!EXO Reaction: Arguing with their pregnant wife

EXO Reaction: Walking in on their girlfriend touching herself

EXO Reaction: Idol girlfriend performs a sexy stage

EXO Reaction: You’re in pain because of your period

EXO Reaction: Going down on him

EXO Reaction: Sweet and cuddly girlfriend

EXO Reaction: S/O crying during sex because it’s so good

EXO Reaction: S/O holding in moans during sex

EXO (OT12) Reaction: Girlfriend doesn’t like being affectionate

EXO Reaction: Really good sex with their girlfriend

Mafia!EXO Reaction: Their S/O dying

EXO Reaction: Not wanting to have sex because you’re insecure

EXO Reaction: Argument with S/O

EXO (OT12) Reaction: Sleepy S/O walking around in underwear

EXO Reaction: S/O getting sick before their birthday

EXO Reaction: Argument with S/O pt. 2

EXO Reaction: Teasing them in public

EXO Reaction: Shy S/O

EXO (OT12) Reaction: Friend stressing out and having a meltdown

EXO (OT12) Reaction: Being close to an ex-member

EXO Reaction: Idol S/O ignoring them to break up

EXO (OT12) Reaction: S/O gets turned on by neck kisses

EXO Reaction: Their S/O Doesn’t Want Sex In The Relationship

EXO Reaction: Sehun Coming To Them For Advice On A Crush

EXO Reaction: Their S/O Isn’t Very Girly

EXO Reaction: Walking In On Their Crush Naked

EXO Reaction: Idol S/O Singing An Emotional and Powerful Song

EXO Reaction: Normally Quiet S/O Being a Horny Mess

EXO Reaction: One of the Members is in a Relationship

EXO Reaction: Their Crush Drunkenly Flirting with Them

EXO Reaction: Rejecting Their Marriage Proposal

EXO Reaction: Their Crush Going into SubSpace

EXO Reaction: Shitting on their Dick  - Ex-Members Version

EXO Reaction: Being Completely Obedient

EXO Reaction: You Pet Every Animal You See

EXO Reaction: Hurting you During Sex

EXO (OT12) Reaction: Sweet S/O being Kinky

EXO Reaction: Not Feeling Pain When Being Overstimulated

EXO Reaction: Being Submissive

BTS Reactions

BTS Reaction: You break up with him because of hate

BTS Reaction: You distance yourself because you don’t deserve him

BTS Reaction: You get mad at him for buying you an expensive gift

NCT Reactions

NCT 127 Reaction: You’re having surgery

NCT (Legal Line) Reaction: Being kissed on the neck

NCT U + Kun Reaction: Pushing him up against the wall and kissing him

NCT U + Johnny Reaction: Being self-conscious of your acne

NCT Dream Reaction: Sharing a Desk with his crush

NCT U Reaction: You being Famous

NCT Dream Reaction: Being a Singer

Super Junior Reactions

Super Junior Reaction: Idol S/O Fainting On Stage From Overexhaustion

Super Junior Reaction: Idol S/O performing one of their songs

Super Junior Reaction: Pushing him up against the wall and kissing him

Super Junior Reaction: You gush about another group

Super Junior Reactions: S/O holding in moans during sex

Super Junior Reaction: S/O Asking Them To Teach Them Choreography

Super Junior Reaction: Their child says ‘Dada’ for the first time

Super Junior Reaction: Taking Care Of His Sick S/O

Super Junior Reaction: Their S/O Gets Turned On By Neck Kisses

Super Junior Reaction: Teasing in Public

Super Junior Reaction: Normally Quiet S/O Being a Horny Mess

Super Junior Reaction: Their Child’s Mother Hates You

Super Junior Reaction: Girlfriend Coming Out As Bi/Pan

Super Junior Reaction: Walking In on Their Crush Naked

TVXQ Reactions

TVXQ Reaction: He’s cast in a drama with his S/O

TVXQ Reaction: Being teased for being whipped for his S/O

TVXQ Reaction: Dating a Suju member’s sister

TVXQ Reaction: Their juniors are excited to see their S/O

TVXQ Reaction: Someone walks in on him and his S/O having sex

Day6 Reactions

Day6 Reaction: Asking them to go rougher in bed

Day6 Reaction: Being Overstimulated (Male S/O)

Day6 Reaction: Wet T-shirt

BigBang Reactions

BigBang Reaction: You Mumble Their Name In Your Sleep

BigBang Reaction: Their Child’s Mother Hates You

BigBang Reaction: S/O Winning Rookie of the Year

BigBang Reaction: Their Sister Dressing Provocative

BigBang Reaction: Their Sister Being A Famous Model

SHINee Reactions

SHINee Reaction: Normally Quiet S/O Being a Horny Mess

Block B Reactions

Block B Reaction: Someone Walks In on Him Having Sex

Monsta X Reactions

Monsta X Reaction: Cuddling Because You’re Scared of the Dark

Monsta X Reaction: Waking Up to You being Gone

Monsta X Reaction: Hurting you In Bed

Scenarios

I Will Go - optional bias angst

NCT

You and Me, Just Like This - Taeyong fluff songfic

Let Me Help You - Mark fluff/angst songfic

The Rain and The Memories - Lucas angst songfic

Little Notes and Hugs - Jaehyun fluff songfic pt. 1

Ice Cream and Playgrounds - Jaehyun fluff songfic pt 2

But Do You Like Like Him? - Haechan fluff

One Time - Jaehyun smut/angst

Sleepy Shower - Taeyong fluff

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger - Johnny vampire smut

EXO

The Irresponsibility of Drinking - Xiumin angst/fluff

Collaboration - Sehun angst/fluff

Daddy - Xiumin smut

Forgotten Tragedy - Yixing Mafia!au angst

All Mine - Jealous Xiumin smut

After Performance Affection - Junmyeon fluff

The Love That Comes With Fear - Yixing fluff

Hate Comments - Chanyeol fluff

Hello Baby - Sehun fluff

The Wrong Kind Of Juice - Xiumin fluff

A Cup Of Coffee - Sehun fluff

Fishy Funeral - Xiumin fluff/comedy/angst(?)

Being Mischievous Has Consequences - Kyungsoo smut

My Princess - Junmyeon Royalty AU smut

Learned From The Best - Sehun fluff/comedy

Yes Sir - Junmyeon smut

A Remedy For Being Warm - Xiumin smut

Love On Set Of A Variety Show - Yixing fluff

Perfect - Yixing Mafia AU fluff

Too Much Running - Yixing fluff

Temerate - Sehun Mafia AU

The Battle of the Bands - Chanyeol band au

Hearts and Stars - Junmyeon soulmate au

Tacenda - Chanyeol mob au

Super Junior

Brunch? - Heechul fluff/comedy

One Condition - Leeteuk/Heechul smut (threesome)

A Special Song - Donghae fluff

See Ya Later, Dad - Donghae fluff

Opia - Siwon Secret Agent AU

Cloudburst - Eunhyuk fluff/suggestive

Serendipity - Eunhyuk fluff

Homework Help - Leeteuk smut

Insouciant - Leeteuk smut

Frisson - Eunhyuk smut

Revenge is Always Hell - Shindong smut

Appetence - Siwon smut/fluff

Needy Night - Kyuhyun smut

Slip Up - Leeteuk smut

Ardent - Eunhyuk smut

BTS

Jungkook smut crack fic

SHINee

Soldier - Taemin angst

Laser Tag Kisses - Minho fluff

Girlfriend Confusion - Taemin fluff

Chthonic - Taemin demon au pt. 1

Imprecate - Taemin demon au pt. 2

That’s Not In The Script - Minho smut

Monsta X

A Little Jealousy - Minhyuk fluff

Day6

Is This What You Wanted? - YoungK smut

TVXQ

Rehearsal - Changmin smut

Ataraxia - Changmin fluff

Laconic - Changmin fluff

Best Friends (With Benefits) - TVXQ smut

Let’s Make A Baby - Changmin fluff

Alternative - Changmin angst/fluff

Wanna One

Penny Up, Penny Drop - Seongwoo fluff

Pentagon

Echo - Hui soulmate au

Blue Button Up - Hui smut

Soloists

Hold Me Forever - DEAN fluff

Lazy Day - Zico smut

Back 2 U - GDragon angst/fluff

KDramas

Poisoned Love - Sooho (Hwarang) angst

A Delicate Flower - Sooho angst pt 2

Series

Day Trip - Junmyeon Train to Busan AU

         pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | epilogue

Belladonna - Baekhyun Royalty AU

        pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | pt. 6 | pt. 7 | pt. 8 | pt. 9

Saving Far Water - Multi Idol Escape the Night AU (discontinued)

        Character Profiles | pt. 1 | pt. 2 | poll 1 | pt. 3 | poll 2

Lotto Series - EXO songfics based off the Lotto Repackage

         Lotto | Lucky One | Monster | Artifical Love | Can’t Bring Me Down |                     Cloud 9 | Heaven | She’s Dreaming | White Noise | One and Only |                        They Never Know | Stronger

Attention - Chanyeol Stalker AU (discontinued)

        Prologue | pt. 1

Love Shot Series - EXO Songfics based on the Love Shot Repackage

         Love Shot | Tempo | Trama | Wait | Sign | Ooh La La La | Gravity |                          With You | 24/7 | Bad Dream | Damage | Smile On My Face | Oasis        

Koi No Yokan - Good Boy/Bad Boy series with @allyreactions​

         pt. 1 |

Headcanons

EXO

EXO Headcanon: Kissing You

EXO Headcanon: Big Booty

EXO Headcanon: Freinds with Benefits

EXO Headcanon: Cockwarming

EXO (OT12) Headcanon: Overstimulation

EXO Headcanon: Aftercare

EXO (OT12) Headcanon: Orgasm Denial/Edging

EXO (OT12) Headcanon: Proposing

Wolf!EXO Headcanon: Finding his mate

EXO Headcanon: Girlfriend suggests making a sex tape

EXO (OT12) Headcanon: Thigh riding

EXO (OT12) Headcanon: Their S/O has bad migraines

EXO Headcanon: Dominating and BDSM

EXO Headcanon: Female Member

EXO Headcanon: First Kiss with Sehun

EXO Headcanon: You’re Their Stylist

EXO Headcanon: Picnic with Chanyeol

EXO Headcanon: Kissing Kris

EXO Headcanon: First Kiss and First Time with Kris (Male S/O)

EXO Headcanon: Kris Overstimulating you

EXO Headcanon: Snow Day

EXO (OT12) Headcanon: Spanking

EXO Headcanon: Sex with Jongin (Male Reader)

EXO Headcanon: Receiving Head (Male Reader)

EXO Headcanon: Kissing Luhan

EXO Headcanon: Kissing Tao

EXO as Your Boyfriend

Xiumin

Luhan

Kris

Junmyeon

Yixing

Baekhyun

Jongdae

Chanyeol

Kyungsoo

Tao

Jongin

Sehun

EXO as Your Boyfriend (NSFW)

EXO Ex-Members as Your Boyfriend (NSFW)

BTS

BTS Headcanon: Rejecting a girl for their career (Namjoon and Yoongi)

Super Junior

Super Junior Headcanon: Cockwarming

Super Junior Headcanon: Orgasm Denial/Edging

Super Junior Headcanon: Dating a new idol with an age gap

Super Junior Headcanon: Being asked about their beautiful girlfriend

Super Junior Headcanon: Spontaneous sex

Super Junior Headcanon: Rainy Day Cuddling

Super Junior Headcanon: Comforting a stressed S/O

Super Junior Headcanon: Angry Sex with Heechul

Super Junior Headcanon: Thigh Riding

Super Junior Headcanon: 1 Year Anniversary

Super Junior Headcanon: Pool/Shower Sex

Super Junior Headcanon: Impregnation Kink

Super Junior Headcanon: Eunhyuk falling for a One Night Stand

Super Junior Juniors (Headcanons on the children of SuJu)

Super Junior as Your Boyfriend

Leeteuk

Heechul

Yesung

Shindong

Eunhyuk

Donghae

Siwon

Kyuhyun

Henry

Fist Time With

Leeteuk

Heechul

Yesung

Shindong

Eunhyuk

Donghae

Siwon

Kyuhyun

Henry

NCT

NCT (Legal Line) Headcanon: Overstimulation

NCT 127 Headcanon: Being teased about his girlfriend on a VLive

NCT 127 Headcanon: You’re shorter than him

NCT 127 + Ten Headcanon: Thigh Riding

NCT U + Ten Headcanon: Sugar Mommy

NCT as Your Boyfriend

Johnny

Taeyong

Jaehyun

SHINee

SHINee Headcanon: Proposing

SHINee Headcanon: Rocker Girlfriend

Sex With

Kibum

Day6

Day6 Headcanon: Surprising him with lingerie

Monsta X

Monsta X Headcanon: Teasing in public

BigBang

BigBang Headcanon: Comforting a stressed S/O

BigBang Headcanon: Degrading With Seunghyun

BigBang Headcanon: Proposing

GOT7

GOT7 as Your Boyfriend

Mark

Jaebum

Jackson

Jinyoung

Youngjae

BamBam

Yugyeom

TVXQ

TVXQ Headcanon: Getting a Blowjob

First Time With

Yunho

Changmin

Pentagon

Pentagon Headcanon: First Kiss with Hui

Dating Poly!Kpop

ChanBaek

TeukChul | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

EunHae | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

SuBaek | 2

ChanHun

JaeYong

NamSon

BaekChen

XiuHun

Nyongtory

XiuChen

CBX

TaePyo

KrisHo

SeKai

XiuHan

2Ho

YeHyuk

HeeDragon

OngNiel

SiChul

Kay

Sex With

XiuChenHun

SKY (Sehun, Kai, Chanyeol)

MTL

EXO

To Be Possessive

Drabbles

Drabble game #1 ~ Prompt list ~ Masterlist

300 Follower Drabble Game ~ Prompt List ~ Masterlist

Drabble game #3 ~ Prompt List ~ Masterlist

Chanyeol Smut

ChanBaek Smut | 2 | 3 | 4

Kris Wu Smut

Junmyeon Smut | 2 | 3

EunHae Smut | 2

Eunhyuk Drabble

Heechul Drabble | 2

Taemin Drabble

Baekhyun Drabble

Siwon Drabble | 2

Xiumin Drabble

Seunghyun Drabble

Sehun Drabble | 2

Kyungsoo Drabble

God Siwon

Siwon Fantasy

Heechul Fantasy

YoungK Fantasy

Misc.

Fake Snaps

Boyfriend Jongdae

Boyfriend Donghae

Boyfriend Sehun | 2

Boyfriend Yixing

Boyfriend Leeteuk

Boyfriend Junmyeon | 2

Daddy Junmyeon

Boyfriend Eunhyuk

Daddy Xiumin

Smutty Yesung

Boyfriend Heechul

Boyfriend Kris

Big Brother Shindong

Smutty Donghae

Smutty Yuta

Big Brother Siwon

Boyfriend Baekhyun

Younger Brother Chanyeol

Boyfriend Woosung

Big Brother Xiumin

300 Follower Admin Asks

kpop 8 + 11

personal 3 + kpop 17

personal 10 + 13

kpop 11 + 19

kpop 25 + bonus

personal 14 + 21

personal 11 + 20

NSFW Headcanons

Shindong - D,J,K,M,U,X,Y

Donghae - A-Z

Eunhyuk - A-Z

Mark Lee - A-Z

Kyuhyun - A-Z

Xiumin - A-Z

Sehun - A-Z

Yixing - A-Z

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Professor Max’s Korean Class

The Alphabet - Vowels

The Alphabet - Consonants

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Kpop/South Korea Psychology Paper

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[you-did-well-moon]

|Not the Same| Exo 10th member AU| Pt.1

~Exo x Kim Xinzhi(platonic)//Changkyun x Kim Xinzhi// other idols x Kim Xinzhi(platonic)~

Summary: Xinzhi hasn’t gone to an award show in years. Many things have changed. There are new idols to meet, and cameras to greet. With her members by her side she experiences MAMA after such a long time. Having fun watching performances it doesn’t take long to get comfortable. With reminders of what was lost and what was gained not everything comes easily. Although she is used to flustering others, she also doesn’t expect her attention to focus on a particular mischevious rapper.

Word count: 3,000<

Type: fluff/crack/angst 

Warnings: pills, identity confusion, mature talk, sexual talk

A/N: Okay so i had a few things planned before this, but i got inspiration for this and soon all i know was that my hands were on the keyboard and words were on the screen. I’m going to have to split it up into two parts (since i don’t have regular acess to a computer and don’t get mine until christmas). Don’t worry the second part will be short. I didn’t mean for the cliffhanger. I hope you like it. Anyways please dont be afraid to talk to me or to request!!~Moon.

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I had been peacefully sleeping. A deep dreamless sleep that soothed the ache in my muscles, and made me forget of all the dark things constantly tormenting me. The things i hid from my brothers. The things i hid with my smile. It was one of the best nights i had in a while. Until someone decided it was time for me to greet the morning light.

“Wake up you spawn of satan” something hit my face making my nose scrunch and hold back a sneeze. Groaning i blinked the sleep away wiping the drool from my mouth. The soft sheets had formed a cocoon around me while i was asleep. This bed was better than the one i had in the dorms. The company had rented out a place for us for our stay in Japan. It wasn’t huge and extravagant, but everyone had their own rooms. As my eyes opened i saw Jongdae standing next to my bed with the damned pillow in his hands. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were clouded with sleep. “Ugh, what the hell?? What year is it?" He simply raised a brow shaking his head.

“That’s not what matters. Think more... what day is it.” I racked my brain still in the middle of waking up. As I narrowed my eyes, it took a minute or two for it to hit me. I gasped and looked up at him as he nodded in comfirmatiom. 

“MAMA” the word left both our mouths and I practically fell out of the bed. I flew out of the room with Jongdae following after me with a smile and leaving the pillow on my bed. I face palmed and huffed as my socks slid at every stride. How could I forget. The only reason we were in Japan was because of MAMA.  I ran towards the kitchen screaming when i stubbed my toe on the ledge of a table in the living room. 

“See, what’d i tell you? Time to pay up,” I heard Sehun’s voice coming from the kitchen while i soothed my throbbing toe. “I can’t belive i actually had faith in her. You would think she would learn after the last nine times.” I heard the dissapointed voice of Jongin soon after. Jongdae walked right past me not even sparing me a glance as he entered the kitchen. Quickly getting up I burst into the room immidiately lunging at Sehun who was busy counting the money in his hands. 

“YAH, you moved it didn’t you? I hope that pays for your hospitall bill after i get you jerk!!” Sadly, i wasn’t able to claim revenge as the arms of the leader wrapped around my torso picking me up and setting me down on a stool a safe distance from the black haired idiot now sticking his tongue out at me. I grabbed the spoon set in front of me waving it in warning. Junmyeon simply sat down next to me sending Sehun a warning glance which made him turn in his seat dropping the fork he had begun pointing in my direction.

Anyone could tell Junmyeon had a soft spot for the two maknaes. What they didn’t know was that he favored me. Smirking in victory i turned to him. “So, what’s the plan Myeonie?” he turned to me with soft eyes eyeing the spoon in front of me. “We need to go to the company building and run over the choreography a few more times for our performance tonight. After that. we’re all going to take showers and we’ll head over to the stylists and start getting ready.” SM had a company building in Japan that I had only visited once or twice. It would be weird walking through this building’s halls and not see Heechul running from the manager, or not hearing the music blasting from whichever practice room Taemin was in.

Groaning I let my head fall on the marble of the island we were currently sitting at. He poked my side making me jump. “Cheer up. If you kids behave i’ll take all of you out to ice cream shop you guys love so much when we get back home. I’ll even let you have those noodles you aren’t allowed to have”. His words immidiately made me jump up in my seat. He rolled his eyes when Chanyeol shouted “That’s not fair’ as he was dragged in by Baekhyun drowsily rubbing his eyes. “I DESERVE IT” huffing I looked away from the pair as Chanyeol sat next to me with Baekhyun on his other side.

I looked at Chanyeol on my left side. That’s where he usually sat. I could’t stop my eyes from drifting to the stools on the other side. That’s where they used to sit. In front of me. I was taken out of my daze by a hand poking my forehead. Coming back to my senses I saw Kyungsoo placing a bowl of cereal in front of me. I grinned at him, and he softly shook his head ruffling my hair before returning to making breakfast for the others. Minseok passed by not a second later handing me a banana. I yelled out a thank you to both of them as i dug into my cereal.

Making sure no one was looking I let the smile slip off my face. I’d chime in every now and then as the boys talked about what they were looking forward to. Standing up when i finsished my food and leaving the room i made my way to my own. I made my bed and brushed my teeth. Every now and then my eyes would drift to the other side of the room. It didn't have a bed like my room back at the dorms. The bed which hadn’t been slept in god knows how long. Forcing my eyes away I made my way to my closet.

My practice clothes consisted of some grey cotton shorts, a black sportsbra, a white oversized tank top, with some white knee-lenght socks. Finishing the look i slipped on some comfortable black nikes, and i pulled my hair into a messy bun on top of my head. Putting all my stuff like my phone, water, and other items inside a black duffel bag. I quickly went to my vanity table opening the drawer full of pills. Pills they thought i had thrown away. Looking for the bottle I specifically needed I dropped two capsules in my mouth. 

Looking up at the mirror placed on top of the table I narrowed my eyes at my reflection before turning around. I got my bag and swiftly left the room. I smiled as i found most of the boys in the living room only missing Chanyeol. I plopped myself in between Kyungsoo and Sehun letting my head reast on Kyungsoo’s shoulder. Jongdae saw me, and he threw his head back letting out a whine. “Where is this big-eared idiot?”

Right after that Chanyeol came in with a scowl and a headband lazily placed on his head to keep the rowdy hair out of his eyes. “I heard that” he grumbled. Everyone let out a laught at the timing and started getting their stuff together. We all headed to the vans waiting outside for us. On the way there I looked out the window forcing any thoughts that weren’t about our planned performance out of my head. When we got to the company building, our manager was already waiting for us.

I saw many poeple rushing around in preparation for the awards as the manager ushered us to the practice room. We stretched as fast as we could, and started going through the choreography and the plans for the performance. We had practiced this so much I could do this with my eyes closed and room spinning. Not long after, our clothes were sticking to our skin, and our chests were heaving. At this time, nothing was plauging my mind. It was just me, and the music coursing through my veins moving my body to it’s addicting sound. I watched my figure in the mirror extremely satisfied with my performance. Practicing my facial expressions and little gestures I was known for across the industry and fans. Once we and the manager were all satisfied, we were directed to the company showers. I walked towards the female showers ridding myself of the wet clothes. I chose the very corner stall and closed the curtain.

I let the warm water cleanse me of the sweat clinging to me, and I let my head fall back. I made sure i did everything with precision as the water dripped down my body. The only thoughts I allowed were about the performance as I finished. I knew what would happen. This performance was special. With multiple songs and a video playing in the backround. At the end we would all do something special. It was bound to stun both the audience and the fans in the crowd. No matter what fandom. This would be a performance to remember. I couln’t stop the pure exitement and giddiness from flooding my chest and spreading warmth through my body. This is what I was meant to do. This is what I was best at. It’s what I loved, and it’s what made me able to wake up every morning. It made my heart beat. It was my life.

Smilng I shut off the water quicky getting out and wrapping one of the fluffy white towels around me. I blinked the water drops away, and I gathered my stuff. Just as I was about to leave two unkown female trainees came in. They smiled softly at me, but even after all this time I could see it. The pity in their eyes. I was used to it. Quickly shaking it off I smiled as warmly as I could. We exchanged pleasentries, but I didn’t try to continue the conversation. I was so used to closing others off. It would be a hard habit to break. 

Walking out I made my way to the female Exo dressing room. The male one being in the opposite side of the building. I being the only girl in Exo, was the only female idol there. I walked in my stylist all sitting on the couch making conversation as they waited. When I walked in they all sprang up jumping into action.  Trinity getting me a robe to replace the towel before going into the room’s closet to get the outfit she had planned out for me. Kirra set up all her equipment and ushered me into the chair taking my bag and dumping it on the couch. She instantly set to work tilting my face this way and that to apply the cosmetics. Eli got her hair products ready while she waited for Kirra to finish up.

“How are you doing, Zuzu?” Kirra called my nickname knowing it gave me comfort. “Nothing but exitement, really. We have a big performance planned. I have nothing to be nervous about. We are Exo. We have a message to give. And everyone will hear it. Whether they want to or not. With my boys beside me, what could go wrong?” I did my best to truly believe every word that came out of my mouth.

Kirra grinned shaking her head fondly. “That’s the spirit! Feel yourself girl. You are the great Zui from Exo. One of the most beloved idols in the industry. The impactful, talented, and sexy Zui. Boys can’t even come up to you without getting flustered, and all girls want to be you. You make everyone want to bend-” I scoffed cutting her off before she could say anything else. Although, I couldn’t deny the smirk making it’s way onto my face. “You flatter me”. She laughed before getting back to work.

Neither of us said anything as she finished. She was too focused. When she was done, I looked into the mirror and tilted my head in satisfaction. The makeup wasn’t too heavy seeing as it would be getting done for the performance again later, but it was enough to uphold the image I had built. it kept my features sharp and addicting. Rhisestones dotting the corners of my eyes. The colors mature and capable of making anyone’s heart explode. My lips plump and especially tantilizing. My eyebrow piercing making me look fierce and powerful. She had given me contacts that added a blue tint to my brown orbs. I looked at the mirror as the corner of my lips curled up and Kirra could barely keep the sqeal in. 

“I have to say, I think it’s one of my favorites. Thanks Kirra.” she quickly agreed and moved to the side. Eli moved in with the curling wand already in her hands. Eli didn’t have as big of a personality as Kirra (or as much as a big mouth). She was a quiet little thing, and she mostly worked in silence. She sighed and looked at me through the mirror before letting her eyes drop back to my hair. 

“I’m really glad i was assigned to you.” when I tilted my head in confusion she continued “I’ve heard stories. Of idols who don’t make any effort to keep their hair healthy, and what a mess it can be. Plus, you’re nice. Some aren’t.” she whispered. I smiled softly at her. “I’m glad to have you too”. She swifly nodded before turning all her attention to my hair. She finished and we both smiled, pleased. 

The curled strands were pulled up together with isolated strands hanging out here and there. Some framed my face while others grazed the top of my shoulders and collarbones. She also added glitter so that it shined a certain way when the light hit it. The soft strands were just waiting to be touched. I tilted my head back smiling at her in thanks. She shily smlled back and backed up so that i could stand.

I made my way to the closet where Trinity had been the whole time probably placing the last touches on my outfit. My breath hitched when my eyes caught sight of the dress. It was perfect for me. I shook my head in disbelief. She always managed to do it. Trinity smiled smugly. 

“Like it??” I exhaled looking at her with wide eyes. “Like it? Trinity, I love it. You always outdo yourself. You really are the best,” she innocently shrugged at my words. “Oh stop, You don’t have to tell me that. I already know." I chuckled as I untied the robe letting it fall to the ground, Trinity helped me into the dress, and when i looked into the mirror a unique kind of breathlessness racked through my body.

It was an off the shoulder dress accentuating my shoulders, collarbones, and neck. It was short in front, and it got longer as it went back. It had an open back that had strings of jewels running across my skin, and a kind of fabric surrounding my waist that was see-through. The fabric at the back was light, so it flowed in the wind when I walked. The dress was comfortable, and it wasn't heavy at all.

She gave me many accessories. She placed a flower like headpiece on my hair being careful not to mess up the hair do. She gave me dangly earrings with a choker like necklace made of jewels. She placed a simple dangly hand chain on my hand which paired with a similar anklet. The shoes didn't have that much heel, but they were pretty and made my legs seem longer.

Looking into the mirror I smiled. The person staring back at me looked like the person I had been such a long time ago. The person I now pretended to be. The influential, compelling, striking woman that could bring anyone to their knees. Not the fragile broken little girl currently hiding behind all those qualities. The smile slowly slipped off my face.

"Don't...don't you think this is a bit much?" I questioned Trinity. Her eyes softened. In all her years of working with me I had never been one to show insecurity, but after what happened it seemed I had lost a bit of myself. But gosh, I was still as stubborn if not more.

Shaking her head she spoke. "Come on, Zhizhi. You look ethereal right now. Wouldn't it be fun to make an entrance? Leave an impression? You haven't attended MAMA in about three years. Don't you wanna show them? Show them you're still the same commanding powerful woman you were before??"

But...I'm not. No one would understand. No one knows. I'm horrified, but I dont want to go back.

Looking at myself in the mirror I forced myself to go back. To be the person I had lost so long ago. I made myself forget. Shaking my head I pushed a smile onto my face. I gathered all the bad thoughts and memories locking them in a box and placing in the farthest corner of my mind. Digging my nails into my palm I forced all confidence to spread throughout my body. I forced myself into the Zui persona. The sexy unfazed commanding idol. Smoldering into the mirror I let a smirk kiss at my lips.

"You're right. Don't worry your little head about it Trinity" slowly I turned to her grinning before patting her shoulder then walking towards the exit of the closet. "I'll leave them knees week, mouths dropped, and hearts racing." I chuckled when she responded. "Damm right you are. Work hard, make them hard."

My laughter rang around the room as I entered the main dressing room where Kirra and Eli had begun packing all their equipment. When they saw me they gasped stopping all movement. I'm pretty sure I saw Kiarra's knees buckle. Eyes wide she started to speak.

"You look- like...like"

"A goddess" Eli finished but Kiarra continued.

"An angel"

"Emma Watson on steroids""

"A statue made by the Gods"

"like I just died and entered heaven"

"shit man, this could be hell and I wouldn't mind"

"Y-you look like a..."

"-A sin"

With the last one a laugh bubbled up. "You guys are too much. I'd love to talk more but I'm sure I'm late" looking at clock I winced. Those noodles were on the line. I couldn't get Junmyeon annoyed. Waving I quickly walked towards the door, and I opened it breathing in the fresh air that didn't smell like makeup and mold.

I briskly walked towards the entrance of the company building where I knew the vans and fellow members would be waiting. Coincidentally, I didn't run into anyone seeing as most groups here had probably already gone to the venue. How weird. Back when I attended award shows I’d usually see Red Velvet  talking about how to avoid all male idols, or Super Junior talking about all the shenanigans they could get up to and how mad they could get their manager. Now my heels clicking against the floor were the only sound that accompanied me as I made my way towards the entrance.

Kirra had already called down to announce I was on my way, so they were probably outside. I took a moment to collect myself as the elevator went down. The cold metal from the necklace seemed to keep me alert. One last time I forced all bad thoughts out of my head and cleared my mind. As the elevator doors opened, I grinned.

Zui was back.

I waved to the receptionist who's mouths dropped as I walked by. The security by the door opened the door not being able to make eye contact, and the sun's light hit my face. I noticed my members all standing by some vans conversing with themselves and I made my way towards them. I noticed the multiple vans one probably for us while others for our staff. Then, my eyes landed on the boys. They all had different suits with varying designs. Looking like princes, and god exo-l would have a field day with this.

"Hello peasants, ready to go?" my voice made Jongdae turn and he immediately spoke "Spawn of satan becomes satan himself but female version" smiling I walked right past him hooking my arm with Minseok's who gladly accepted smiling. "Well looks like Min is my date today. Jongdae's whine made me hold my arm out to him and replace mine with Minseok's.

"Actually, you two will have to be a duo today. You grandpas don't know how to have fun. You never dance or sing with me, so I'll just stick with Yeol and Baek today" mentioned idols then whooped swinging their arms around my shoulders. Minseok just shrugs in response pulling a whining Jongdae into the van. As we started heading towards the van, i felt a hand land on my shoulder holding me back. I immidiately recognized Junmyeons touch. 

I looked back only to see the worry in his eyes. Both Chanyeol and Baekhyun looked back. “Oooh, she’s in trouble” Baekhyun snickered. My eyes widened. Me? In trouble? I thought back to everything i had done today and yesterday. I hadn’t done anything. I just put some soy sauce in Sehun’s bubble tea...then I proceeded to leave him at said bubble tea store. But that was normal. My eyebrows furrowed.

“Myeonie? What did i do?” he instantly let out an exasparated sigh. “What- no! No one is in trouble. I just have to talk to you” I nodded in understanding. He waited until everyone was away from hearing distance. His eyes looked at anywhere but mine as if searching for the right words. His brows furrowed as he gnawed on his lip putting his hands on his hips. The worry in his eyes made me bristle.

Letting out a sigh his eyes finally found mine.

"Zhizhi...."

"Myeonie?"

His hands left his hips, and instead they reached for my own. Encasing them he bought them close to his chest as his eyes searched mine. The contrast between his cold rings and the warmth of his hands shocked me out of the Zui persona. His mouth opened and closed as if he still couldn't find the right words. He visibly swallowed.

"Will...Will you be okay?" my shoulders instantly relaxed. Smiling softly at my leader one of my hands left his grasp and moved to smoothen the crease between his eyebrows. Patting his cheek I replied.

"It's been years Myeon, don't worry. I'll be fine. It's time." His eyes searched mine for any sign of hesitation. "But only you get to decide that"

"And I'm deciding that I'm ready." Sighing he brushed the hair out of my eyes. "Tell me if at any point given in time you feel uncomfortable" I rolled my eyes. I hated when he made me feel weaker. It hit too close to the truth.

"I'll be fin-"

"Promise me Xinzhi."

Hesitating I pursed my lips looking into his warm eyes. Junmyeon was hard to lie to. Not because he could detect when I was lying. But because I felt guilty doing it. This was the guy that stayed. That took me in and gave me a home. That gave me everything expecting nothing. He trusted me. And I lied. My chest filled with guilt as I did my best to smile at him.

I took his pinky wrapping it in mine.

"Promise"

With those words I touched the soft skin of his thumb with mine. He smiled his proud dad smile and pulled at my ear. His eyes looked behind me at the vans, and he scoffed smiling. I turned my head finding the beagle line with their faces pressed against the window of the Van's. I laughed as Chanyeol held his arms out pointing at his wrist mouthing one word

"Time."

How ironic. It seemed like that was always a problem these days. Shaking my head fondly I linked my fingers with Junmyeon's jogging to the van.

He got into the passenger seat while I had to get into the very front since the back seats were filled. I had been seated next to Jongin with Kyungsoo on his other side. Jongin helped me gather the dress into the car smiling reassuringly at me. I smiled back knocking my shoulder with his.

Junmyeon told the driver we were all here. The engine thrummed to life making the van move with a pleasant hum. I stared out the window fingers fiddling with my dress. The only thing filling the silence of the vehicle was the quiet murmur of member's voices. Their laughter ringing out every once and a while. I smiled a content smile. It felt like we were in our own little world in the van. A world spinning on an axis of our adoration for eachother. Nothing being able to disrupt or knocks us out of this warm state.

All conversations were halted when Junmyeon cleared his throat turning his head to look at his precious family. We all looked at him expectant and wide eyes. He grinned at us eyes forming crescent moons.

"Who's ready for MAMA!?" at his question we all whooped creating a lively energy. With our spirits lifted and excitement coursing through our veins, we smiled at eachother bodies thrumming with anticipation.

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Nervousness pooled at my stomach as the vehicle entered traffic. My eyes took in the large structure of the venue. Cars lined up along the streets waiting to enter the awaited event. Photographers, reporters, fans, and of course the idols all coming together for this day. I felt a hand touch the back of my neck soothing my nerves. Turning around I found Baekhyun's soft features beaming at me. I grinned back reaching to squeeze his hand before letting go.

The fans had asked questions like they did every year.

Would Zui be coming to the awards this year?

The company hadn't made any statements neither confirming nor denying my attendance. Fans had assumed their silence as denial. They didn't know I would be attending after years, so I was a surprise. I anticipated their reaction, and I had slowly been going to more public events getting comfortable once again. To be honest, I had missed the routine of getting ready, performing, and seeing other idols and fans. The familiarity of a camera was not something I expected to miss.

But being cooped up and isolated from the rest of the world did things to a person. Especially when I was used to being in the public eye. The only events I had been allowed to go to were concerts which I found myself lucky to even be in the songs. SM did everything they could to alienate me from my own industry. I knew many things had changed in the time I was gone for both the better and the worse. New groups had come up, and groups that had been at the top of the world were struggling. I had lost contact with many friends. Although some had tried to reach out, I wasn't allowed to respond. I wonder if they hated me. What they thought of me.

Did they think I was a stuck up bitch?

Did they think I personally held myself in a higher status than them?

That was the problem with not being able to talk to someone.

You never could find out what they were thinking.

I couldn't lie. I missed them. The spark in Yoongi's eyes when he was producing and his down to earth behavior. The akward situations Zico got himself into, and how he handled them. The way Jessi and I matched so well together with our defiant reputations, and our big personalities. Hyuna and our little get-togethers where we pretended to be normal people for once laughing and living the day freely.

These friendships had meant so much to me, and they had been ripped away because of someone who I had never spoken to. It was impossible trying to talk to them. The company regularly checked my eletronic devices. He took everything from me. 

My identity, my health, my freedom, and my friends. There had been many things planned for me before the incident. Shows, solos, among other things and those had been ripped away from me as well. I had missed important things that the group had gone through. The relationships between my labelmates were now strained by the weight of saying or doing something and breaking me. They feared me with the best intentions.

The members were the only ones who ever treated me like I was normal. Sometimes, they were a bit hesitant, but I always did my best to hide my struggles from them. Everyone always looked and treated me like a victim.

I'm not a victim.

I'm Zui the charismatic sexy rapper. Not afraid of anyone or anything.

That's what I made myself believe anyways.

It led me to ask myself questions I had been asking for a long time.

Would it ever get better?

Would the public ever know what actually happened?

When would the nightmares stop?

After all these years would what happened ever stop being something constantly haunting me?

After all this time there was no answer for these questions. They were shadows that followed me laughing at me, and they never seemed any closer to going away. No matter how much I screamed and begged at them to go away.

They were always there.

Sighing I let myself focus back on my surroundings only to startle when I saw we were two cars away from the red carpet they had set up. Excitement pulled me out of any daze I had been in keeping me alert. My knee started bouncing as we got closer, and Kyungsoo reached over placing his hand on my knee giving me a comforting pat and a smile.

The vehicle came to a slow stop. The reporters and few fans seemed to still wondering who was inside.

Junmyeon turned in his seat grinning at us before opening the door and getting off. As he appeared the flashes immediately started going off, and the fans talked excitedly. Kyungsoo turned to the rest of the members too giving us a nod before opening the door. They all filed out as I waited being the last one that would get off.

As each member filed out, my heart pounded faster and faster. Minseok was the last one to get out beaming at me gums showing as he stepped out. A silence rippled through the crowd when the door didn't close after all eight members had gotten out. I scooted closer towards the door as they stared at the vehicle. Somehow, they knew. Knew the last member to get out would be the well known Zui. Their eyes hungrily awaiting the appearance of the rapper.

Taking a deep breath I let a smirk tug at my lips as the fresh outside air caressed the soft skin of my face blowing through the soft dyed strands spilling out from my scalp. Feeling the ground beneath my feet I made sure my dress was alright before looking up at the crowd. Some fans were looking at me hands covering their mouths, and eyes wide blinking. Others were laughing and smiling while clutching at eachother eyes shining.

My chest filled with warmth seeing one of my favorites sights. Poeple who had supported me and my group smiling because of me. I was finally where I belonged. With my members and my fans cameras annoyingly flashing lights into my face. I walked towards my members in front of one of those background set ups. Camera men were shouting at eachother shoving at eachother to get a picture. The fans were also taking pictures anxiously typing alerting the rest of the fandom of my appearance.

I had been shoved to the middle of the group, and as I stared at the cameras smirking I remembered something someone had told me a long time ago.

Head high or the crown slips.

A long time ago it was a saying I was fond of. Now i wished I could forget it. I didn't need a crown. A sword would do just fine.

The group shuffled along the carpet posing differently every now and then. Our range of poses included serious, sexy, happy, and a funny one. The funny one consisted of the boys with their arms in the air directed at me sitting on their heels, and I had my hands on my hips with a smug grin on my face.

After a few minutes we reached the end of the carpet. We walked up the stairs that would lead to the entrance of the building. Some security would escort us through the halls into the main area where the stage, fans, and other idols were seated. As we followed the security Chanyeol and Baekhyun came to my side linking their arms with mine. 

“Who are you exited to see?” Baekhyun asked looking at me with big puppy eyes. My mouth dropped. I had forgotten other idols would be here in all the preperation for tonight.

 Chanyeol smiled when he saw my eyes shine with a kind of fragmented light. 

I grinned at the thought of being able to talk and explain everything to my old friends. The people who I held so dear to my heart even after all these years treasuring their smiles in my memory with the constant fear of forgetting them.

“The Shinee boys will be there right? And is Jessi performing?? I haven’t seen her in forever!” 

Chanyeol’s smile immidiately dropped, and i could feel Baekhyun still, and his arm slip from mine. I looked at them in confusion. 

Why were they staring at me so weird? Did I say something wrong. Their eyes filled with the emotion i hated. Pity. Baekhyun’s mouth opened and closed, and Chanyeol had a weary look in his eyes. I felt a warm hand drop on my sholulder someone walking up beside me. Turning i found Minseok with an uneasy smile. Nodding his head at the boys we continued walking. 

“Zhizhi...we’re the only SM group attending the awards this year, and Jessi hasn’t performed for MAMA in about three years.” The wry smile still remained on his face as i felt my chest grow heavy. How alienated from the industry had I been? Was I really to the point that I didn’t know anything going on with my own industry. How far behind was I? Was there a line where isolation just became ignorance?

I nodded trying to stop the frown tugging at my lips. My voice feeling like it’d been ripped from my throat. Then, another hand rested on my shoulder. Suprise etched my features when i saw Sehun’s sharp eyes looking at me. Instead of the usual mischief, I saw warmth.

“Hey, aren’t you freinds with that rapper from BTS. What’s his name? Suga? They’re supposed to be here.” At that i felt the anger I had directed towrads myself dissipate a bit. An inkling of hope sprouted in my chest at the thought of Yoongi. I would be lucky if he even let me say hi. Yoongi had a hard time trusting others, and I don’t know if i still had any of his after cutting him off without so much a goodbye. I wish he knew how sorry i felt. He deserved so much more.

Sighing I did my best to smile at them nodding my head. “Yeah, youre right. Maybe I can even make some new friends” at that I heard Sehun snort.

“Who would want to be freinds with your ass?” With a glare aimed at him I stopped walking gritting my teeth.

“Listen here twat, I won’t hesiate to leave you ag-” i was cut off once again by Junmyeon grabbing a hold of my shoulders forcing me to walk scolding Sehun for cussing. I made a silent promise to get back at him as I continued walking only to come to an abrupt stop as Junmyeon’s hands held me still. 

Annoyance brimmed and with eyebrows furrowed I turned my head to him. "Excuse me, dear leader, um- I have my own legs-" Junmyeon cut me off by shaking my shoulders, and only then did I notice everyone was frozen in place.

"But apparently you guys don't have legs?" at that Junmyeon shook me once more.

"Shhh...listen.."

It was then that I heard the chant the seated fans were screaming shaking the whole venue filling it with a special kind of power.

My chest heaved feeling as if all the wind had been knocked out of me.

"Oh-..oh shit." we all looked at eachother eyes wide as our laughs of disbelief were barely over the fan's chanting.

"LOVE ZUI..LOVE EXO"

"LOVE ZUI..LOVE EXO"

"LOVE ZUI..LOVE EXO"

With baited breath we all took slow cautious steps forward. The security guy turned around raising a brow, and he stepped to the side extending his hand and tilting his head as if saying "Go ahead."

Our steps still hesitant, we entered the main part of the building where the stage was, and the fans and idols were seated. As we appeared into where the fans could view us the chanting transformed into screams.

We composed ourselves as we walked towards our seats. The screams only got louder as we got closer. I couldn't focus on any of the idols that were currently staring at us. All my attention was on the crowd currently screaming my stage name. The light of the light sticks beamed at me with the familiarity of home, and in that moment I couldn't help but feel like my heart was full after such a long time.

I didn't have to be the idol that had disappeared for reasons unknown to them. The idol who constantly let them down. Their idol who only gave them 50% when they gave 100%. To them, I was still the same Zui.

The Zui that existed before all this mess. These precious people who gave me their continuous love even after all the sadness I had caused them seemed to shine with an ethereal kind of light. I stood there staring at them blinking away the tears blurring my sight.

Then, I smiled as warmly and bowed as deeply as I could. I didn't have to be accepted with open arms or with so much love. They screamed once more, and I waved before turning around searching for the rest of my group only to find out they had already seated themselves. They looked at me with a weird expression I couldn't read, but I ignored it and walked towards the seat.

Walking back I noticed there were three other groups seated around us.

To our right were nine young boys all trying their hardest to avoid my gaze.

Chuckling I looked at them closer trying to decipher who they were. Then, my gaze landed on a guy with dark hair and a V-shaped jaw. A boy that I had been told admired me. A smirk tugged at my lips as I recognized them.

Stray Kids

Many fans had recommended me their music for when I was feeling down. The lyrics of their songs were ones that were very comforting and warm hearted. Looking at them I wondered what things those young boys had been through to be able to come up with suck melancholy lyrics. I told myself I'd try to greet them later.

To the left was a group with seven boys. No. Seven men.

Taking in their faces they seemed so familiar. They weren't looking at me, so it was hard to tell. I wasnt, however, expecting them to be the boys that had seemingly climbed their way up from nothing. The boys I had grown so close to only to have been ripped away from them.

Looking at them I figured they looked more mature than when I last saw them. Something about them was older. I had recognized them when my eyes landed on the particular short passionate rapper sitting next to his light filled polar opposite companion.

Yoongi.

He was the only one looking at me. He didn't look angry, but he didn't exactly look happy either.

Just indifferent. I'd try to talk to him later too.

Finally, my eyes landed on the group seated right behind us. Six men. No. Six men and one girl. Definetly not a group I knew.

Raising an eyebrow I noted something else that was new. Were people still against putting a girl into a boygroup?

My eyes managed to catch one of the boy's. Yeah, definetly did not know them. He looked at me with curious eyes only for them to widen when recognition filled them. A red hue creeped up his neck and tinted his ears as he quickly looked down.

Amused I took in his baby like features paired with a body that obviously spent a lot of time at the gym. Broad shoulders, large biceps, and such a soft face.

How endearing.

I noticed the girl in the group who was sat beside him take his hand clutching it in hers. Neither of them looked at me. Curiousity probed at me, but I disregarded it instead realizing I had reached my group.

I sat myself between Chanyeol and Baekhyun who instantly made space for me. Baekhyun looked at me with a childish confusion.

"Why didn't you talk to your friend" his eyes fluttered over to Yoongi for a brief second before returning to mine. I shook my head. "I don't think he wants to talk, Baek. I'll try later." He tilted his head eyebrows furrowing.

"But you didn't even try Zhi" I sighed shaking my head. "You don't understand Ba-"

"No! you always say that, and I'm getting tired of it. Help me understand" his whispers were getting increasingly desperate. I couldn't do this. Especially not here. I turned away looking at the stage where many performances were set to happen. He tried leaning so that he was in front of trying to catch my gaze, but I avoided it.

"Just drop it Baekhyun" his eyes narrowed. "Xinzhi are you being serious with me right now?" Then Minseok sighed leaning back and crossing his arms.

"Baekhyun, please" at that the mentioned man looked at the older one questionably before huffing and slouching in his seat. Chanyeol's doe eyes flickered between Baek and I wondering who he should comfort. In the end, he reached out to both of us grabbing our hands and linking them together patting then before letting go.

My gaze landed on Baek and I's hands grasped together before clutching on to it tighter feeling the same thing from him.

It wasn't that long before the lights previously on dimmed, and the camera men got into position. I watched as Park Bogum's figure walked onto the stage with the screams of the crowd signaling the start of the event. His handsome face smiled at the camera as he introduced the show and made some cheesy jokes here and there. I let myself relax in my seat seeing as we would be the last to perform.

We enjoyed the performances dancing along to the choreography and lip synching to the lyrics. Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and Chen got especially excited with Twice while I got exited at Mamamoo. We made funny faces at the camera as Kyungsoo gave it a blank face and Junmyeon grinned nervously. It seemed so incredibly normal I didn't have a hard time settling in. A small pang struck at my chest when Bts performed seeing Yoongi stare at the camera so defiantly. Baekhyun just smiled nudging my shoulder with his.

I was so busy laughing with the beagle line acting like gossiping schoolgirls to notice the group behind us getting up and walking off backstage.

It wasn't until the beginning of a song starting with "Blow it" and it's bass shaking the floor that my attention was catched. Looking at the stage my eyes landed on the group immediately recognizing the man I had locked eyes with earlier. This time there was seven men and one girl. Hm, he must have been in the bathroom. I didn't get a good look at the new guy's face.

My interest only seemed to grow when I saw their chests vibrating along with bass of the song trying to replicate it only to abruptly stop when I remembered I had no support at that part of the dress. Giving the camera a suggestive look I settled down focusing on the performance.

The guy with the baby face I looked at earlier seemed like a totally different person. Confident in the way he moved and looked.

The start already had me interested. It wasn't until the first verse started that I felt my heart start beating faster. A guy with fiery orange hair stepped up eyes ablaze with passion. I felt my eyes widen, and my mouth drop a bit. My heart wasn't beating faster because of infatuation. Oh no.

It was beating with the elxiliration of finding someone who spoke the same language I did. This guy wasn't an idol.

He was a rapper.

And a damn good one at that.

My energy seemed to increase filling my chest with a weird buzzing and making my hear nod. In conclusion, I like this guy. I don't think I've seen energy like that in a long time.

I was about to turn to ask Chanyeol, who oddly knew everyone, who this was until I was interrupted by a deep velvety voice.

"I am what I am."

You wot m8???

My eyes blinked as my heart seemed to stutter. I clutched at my chest willing my heart to stop acting so weirdly. Not taking my eyes off the performance I nudged Chenyeol with my hand nodding my head in the direction of the group. "Who is that?"

"Monsta x."

I repeated the name still in a trance. As my lips parted in way for the name I realized it had a good ring to it. Next to me Baekhyun snickered looking at the others.

"I think Zhizhi just fell in love." I didn't even have the heart to smack him in retaliation. The group itself was very eye catching with the choreography, rapping, and vocals are going together very nicely.

But he was captivating. 

With the metal in his eyebrow sparkling everytime the light hit it, and his body moving across the stage like that's where he belonged. He wasn't the most handsome.

Handsome wouldn't be something to describe him. Entrancing seemed to fit him more. Pulling you in with his gleaming dark eyes and a flash of his lazy smile. There was an odd mixture of darkness and light that clinged to him. A wry smile tugged at my lips as I leaned back taking a sip of my water.

As my heart continued to pulse at a quick speed, fear started curling around the edges of my chest. I really was off my rocker. I was acting like a teenager high off freedom recklessly falling in love with anyone who seemed daring enough to break her. Too bad I was already broken.

For the rest of the performance I continued to space out working on pushing any of the thoughts about him out of my head. I tried focusing on the performance, but anytime ne eyes landed on him my mouth went dry. I couldn't help but laugh at myself.

I didn't even know his name.

Rationality pulled at me helping me get his stupid face out of my head. Smiling falsely I bopped my head to the beat of the song. My eyebrows raised when baby face man ripped his shirt off. His lean torso wasn't what surprised me.

I had seen a ton of idols take their shirt off (Don't misinterpret I used to like attending other group's concerts before the incident), but I had never seen duality quite like his. No matter how many time baby face man flashed the camera with a seducing smile I couldn't help but remember his shy eyes not even able to hold my gaze. What were they feeding idols these days?

Who am I kidding?

I live with Byun Baekhyun.

Sighing I let out a relieved breath when the performance ended. I was so distracted I didn't see Baekhyun making kissy faces at me.

The rest of the performances passes in a blur. Groups I didn't know the name of nor that they existed having their five minutes of spotlight. I didn't bother trying to catch Yoongi's eyes instead conversing with Chanyeol trying to learn about new groups.

It wasn't until I saw figures approaching out of the corner of my eye that my back straightened. Sitting up I slightly twisted around noticing baby face man and his group coming back from their performance.

As they sat down my eyes roamed their faces looking for the deep voiced rapper. My eyes caught with some of theirs, and they bowed their heads in greeting. I bowed my head slightly everytime I looked up they avoided my gaze. It wasn't until I saw a glint from my far left that I tilted my head eye to eye with the rapper who had caught my attention.

My eyes zeroed in on him as we each bowed to eachother.

But as he looked up he didn't immediately avert his eyes. Oh no.

He looked at me. Dark eyes boring into mine curiousity gleaming in the depth of his orbs. He didn't smile or smirk. He had no expression. He just looked at me.

I couldn't think of a time where this had happened. Where an idol actually held my gaze. An idol I had not previously talked to. Hell I didn't even know he existed, but I knew he recognized me. The mysterious female rapper from Exo who was hidden from the public.

Idols feared me, yet his eyes didn't hold any trace of the emotion as we gazed at eachother. I couldn't find it in myself to look away.

The only thing that bought me out of my trance was a slap to the back of the neck.

Hissing my hand traveled to my neck rubbing the skin as I turned around looking into Chanyeol's doe eyes.

"What the hell Yeol?" his eyes were wide and accusing. "Really Xinzhi? Im Changkyun?? A basically rookie idol who's two years younger than you??" Well that certainly made things harder. Looking at him with an uninterested expression and a roll of my eyes I replied "Younger? How fun." Chanyeol's eyes widened even further as he tugged at my ear "Kim Xinzhi!"

"Ah- Ok listen how is age a problem when I dated Leeteuk" At that he tugged at my ear harder. "You dated Leeteuk?!" He screeched. I slapped my hand on his mouth his screaming muffled. I heard my name get hissed out and saw Junmyeon looking at me with those wide eyes your mom gives you when you talk back.

You know the "You better run before you get whooped" eyes. Looking at the group they were all looking at me wide surprised and scandalized expressions. Except Kyungsoo who gazed at me with mild interest mild then looked away. Now that I remember the only one I had ever told about my relationship with our senior was the stoic man.

Slapping Chanyeol's hand away from my ear I grumbled. I heard Sehun snickering. Looks like I could wave those noodles goodbye.

Grinning innocently at the leader his glare hardened making me shrink back in my seat. I wasn't scared of much. Not even Kyungsoo's dead eyes staring into my soul could strike terror into me. But let me put it this way.

No fear.

Furious Junmyeon.

One fear.

If mad Junmyeon asked you to do something you did it without question. There was no arguing with mad Junmyeon. To put it simply....

I'm fucked.

One wrong move and I wouldn't be let out of the dorms for another five years. Smiling I folded my hands in my lap and stared straight ahead choosing to try and not piss off my leader even more. Chanyeol guiltily tapped my knee whispering a quick "sorry".

Baekhyun then also leaned in. "Junmyeon says "We're talking about it later". He also says to settle down and behave." I nodded still aware of Junmyeon’s eyes boring holes into the side of my head. "Looks like Myeonie isn't so happy Zhizhi" Sehun taunted hands clapping in amusement.

My nails digged into my palm as I restrained myself from lunging at him. Testing Junmyeon was not something I wanted to do.

The only thing distracting me from the concequences I'd be facing soon was the fluttering feeling in my chest as the time to perform got closer. That and the set of eyes I felt from behind me. Trying to ignore it I would interact with the fans waving at them and asking them questions. Their smiling faces calming my racing heart.

It wasn't long before we were signaled backstage to prepare for our performance. Making sure I still looked presentable I stood up choosing to stay away from Junmyeon. I instead walked with Minseok choosing him as the best option of protection from Junmyeon’s wrath.

I had to separate from the members seeing as the female dressing rooms were in a different hall then those of the Male idols. Japan really took scandals seriously apparently.

As I walked to the dressing room heels tapping againt the ground I heard a gasp. Pausing my stride I strained my ears seeing if my mind was playing tricks on me.

"Just go say hi. The worst thing that could happen was her ignoring you." Turning in the direction of the voice I found nine young boys standing there looking like deer caught in headlights.

Recognizing them I smiled softly. I couldn't bring myself to put on my persona for them.

Walking closer I bowed as they scrambled to do the same. "Stray Kids right? Nice to meet you" I made me tone welcoming and gentle. A guy with dimples and curly hair stuttered. "You know us?"

I nodded. "Your music is really unique you know? It's very...how should I say? Real? Comforting? I cant really label your music. Let's just say it transcends words. I can't count the number of times I've cried listening to it." Laughing softly I watch as they visibly relax shoulders slumping and easy smiles being shared. My eyes landed on a particular short rapper with dark hair and a sharp jaw.

"Changbin, you're a good rapper. Very passionate. I honestly wouldn't mind working together. All of you." I watched as their expressions of suprise morphed onto their faces. My eyes caught a watch on one of their wrists.

"Sorry I have to cut this short, but I have to go get ready. It was nice meeting you." Words of agreement followed me as I walked away.

I wasn't lying. A collaboration with them seemed interesting. Although, given the intense competition between our companies it would be a hassle to get management to agree.

My train of thought was interrupted by a deep voice.

"You know, you're really different from what the articles say you are." I felt my heart lurch into my throat as I spinned around.

Looking at him was hard enough. Talking to him? Well it took me a second to find my voice. Regaining my composure I tilted my head.

"Can't you say the same?"

Lifting a pierced eyebrow in amusement he shook his head. "You're the exact opposite of all the things I've heard. Are you sure you're Zui from Exo?" Scoffing I narrowed my eyes. My stage persona was a whole other being compared to me. He however, was just as bold as he was on stage.

"Excuse me, who are you?" He actually had the nerve to laugh. He opened his mouth as if to say something only to shake his head and close his mouth. Stepping closer he offered his hand.I accepted watching as his hand easily fit mine encasing it in warmth.

"Im Chankyun. Rapper and maknae from Monsta x." all information I already knew. I nodded trying to seem uninterested. He seemed like the kind of person to tease if I spurred him on. Trying to calm the heat traveling up my neck I cleared my throat.

"You already know who I am". He scoffed through his nose letting out a disbelieving grin.

"Apparently I don't" I started cursing the universe for choosing him out of all poeple. Although, he definetly had charm.

Sighing I gave in snatching my hand from his when I noticed we hadn't let go of eachother. Clasping my hand close to my chest I relented.

"Kim Xinzhi. Rapper and maknae from Exo." his eyes sparkled. "We have a lot in common" his voice was the same smooth tone he had on stage. It felt like he didn't have to put on much of a mask.

The more we talked the more I felt myself getting attached to him. As my fondness grew, so did my fear.

Hardening my face and tightening my lips I took a step back. He wanted Zui? I'd give him Zui.

I shook my head.

"We don't"

"Well now you're just being difficult." I really had to pick this one didn't I?

"We really aren't similar at all. We're on opposite sides of the same spectrum. I'm up here, and you're down here. My group has won thousands of awards while yours is just starting out, and-...are-are you paying attention?" I cut myself off as I saw him zoning out eyes zeroed in on my face.

I turned around to see if he was staring at something behind me only to turn back around and have his hand reaching up to my face.

"Don't move"

[myspacetaeyong]

Sometimes you get what you want

Character: Donghae/OC

Genre: Romance, comedy

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1283

Summary:  You and Donghae go to Heechul’s party .

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Final

It was a few weeks later that Heechul held another party. It was to celebrate his “successful matchmaking career.” This time, you and Donghae would show up together. He came straight to yours after practice, and was going drive you both to Heechul’s.

 ‘Love of my life, I’m here,’ said Donghae, as soon as he entered. He picked you up by the waist, and kissed you.

‘You’re a little smelly, you might want to change.’ you said, scrunching your nose.

‘I thought you loved all of me.’ He pouted, and looked like he was going to start crying; on purpose, this time.

‘I really do, but you need to shower.’

‘Alright, anything for you.’ he said, and placed you down, not before he kissed you again.

 Donghae went to your bedroom and started rummaging in a drawer.

‘Where did all my shirts go?’

‘You only left like five, and they’re dirty.’

‘All of them?’

‘I might’ve worn some as pyjamas.’

Donghae ran out of the bedroom, no shirt in sight. ‘Hey! What am I gonna wear?’ You wrapped your arms around his waist, and said ‘Do you really have to wear a shirt?’

‘I thought you wanted to go to the party?’ Donghae lowered his voice. He grabbed your cheeks in his hands and pecked you. ‘Will you return my shirts, baby?’

‘I’ll see if I can find any.’

Donghae headed to the bathroom while you started a search. There had to be at least one item of clothing of his somewhere. You sat down in front of the bottom drawers and looked over again. Donghae’s drawer was indeed empty… Maybe some got misplaced? You opened your drawers in hope that an oversized shirt of yours would fit him. After taking out all your shirts and staring at them, you picked one.

‘Donghae, I found you clothes. Hurry up now, we have to get there soon.’

‘I was just about to run myself a bath.’ said Donghae.

‘Donghaeee…’

‘I’m joking! I’ll be out in a moment.’

And so he did. He exited the bathroom with a wide smile on his face. He took the shirt from you and put it on. He rolled his sleeves and… you could stare at his arms all day. And his hair was… wet.

‘When did you wash your hair so quickly?’

‘I just used conditioner, it took minutes. Yours smells so nice.’

‘So that’s why it keeps disappearing!’

‘But you like it when my hair is nice and soft, it’s a good deal!’

‘You’ll have to replace it.’

‘I will.’ Donghae pinched your cheeks. ‘You’re such a cute grump.’

‘I’m not grumpy.’

‘Oh yeah? Then I can just use up all the conditioner?’

‘No…’

Donghae ruffled your hair. ‘Let’s go.’

He picked up his car keys and opened the door for you. Then, he took your hand in his and didn’t let go until he reached the car. It’d been like that ever since you and Donghae became a couple. He was so touchy and loving.

‘Are you ready?’ he asked.

‘Yeah.’

‘What are we gonna listen to now?’ he smiled so cutely.

‘Something pumping?’

‘Black Eyed Peas?’

‘Donghae…’

‘It’s pumping!’ he whined. ‘What about Britney Spears?’

‘Britney?’

‘Yeah!’ Donghae reached for his phone, and next thing you knew, you were shouting the words to Toxic. He had one hand on the wheel, and another on your thigh, slapping it to the rhythm of the song.

 It wasn’t long until you arrived at Heechul’s. Donghae even managed to parallel park in one go.

‘After you, my love.’

‘Why, thank you.’

One door closed, and another opened. With an arm around your waist, Donghae guided you to the destination. He knocked on Heechul’s door a couple of time.

‘Open up, it’s the police!’ he yelled.

‘Jesus Christ, I might leave you outside.’

‘No you wouldn’t.’ said Donghae, and kissed his friend on the cheek.

‘Not in front of your lover, you know how shy I get.’ replied Heechul. ‘Welcome slooshie.’ he said, hugging you.

‘Guess who’s here!’ yelled Donghae, as soon as he was inside. ‘Hyukjae!’ pointed your boyfriend, as he ran into his arms.

Heechul looked at you. He didn’t have to say anything. He just shook his head. You knew. You shrugged.

‘So, anything good to eat?’

‘Anchovy pizza.’

‘Anchovy pizza?’

‘I’m joking.’ smiled Heechul. ‘We have durian pizza too.’

‘My favourite.’ you cringed.

‘Only the best at Heechul’s house.’

‘I love coming here.’

‘If you hadn’t come to my other party, you would’ve never hooked up with your lover boy.’

‘I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.’

‘Hey babe.’ you heard from behind.

‘Sunmi!’

‘Miss me?’

‘Not as much as me.’ said Heechul. ‘You never talk so nice to me.’

Sunmi stuck her tongue out at Heechul. ‘You don’t deserve it.’

‘Have you tried this durian pizza?’ he said.

Your best friend threw him a look of disgust. ‘Did you really buy that?’

‘It’s gourmet.’ you said.

‘My ass.’ she replied. Hyukjae chuckled.

‘Were you eavesdropping?’ asked Sunmi.

‘I was on my way to get a slice of the delicious pizza Heechul handpicked.’

‘Only anchovy pizza for you.’ said Heechul.

‘I’m not a cannibal.’

Donghae appeared behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his head on your shoulder. ‘I was abandoned.’ he pouted.

‘What a tragedy.’ remarked Heechul.

‘I have separation issues.’ said Donghae.

‘We can tell. You can’t be alone for 3 seconds before you act like a hurt puppy.’

‘I am a hurt puppy.’

‘You are my puppy.’ you said, kissing his forehead.

‘Eww!!!!’ said Hyukjae.

‘I’m gonna throw up.’ said Sunmi, hunching over.

‘I can’t believe you do this in my home.’ said Heechul. ‘Absolutely disgusted. That’s it.’ He pushed you two towards the door. ‘Party’s over. Thanks for coming.’

‘We created a monster.’ said Sunmi.

‘I miss the old you.’ said Hyukjae.

‘I’m going to cry.’ warned Donghae.

‘Don’t cry.’ you pouted.

‘Oh god.’ said Heechul. ‘Who’s ready for a party game?’

‘Aren’t we supposed to wait for more people?’ asked Hyukjae.

‘This is all the people.’

‘What? You have no other friends?’

‘For your information, I have lots of friends. This is a small get together.’

‘That’s what someone with no friends would say.’

‘You monkey!’

Sunmi raised an eyebrow at you.

‘How do you understand what she says?’ asked Donghae.

‘We’ve known each other for a long time.’ said Sunmi.

‘We’re telepathic.’ you answered.

‘Wow.’

‘Donghae and I are telepathic too.’

‘I actually believe that more.’ said Heechul.

‘I’m offended.’ said Sunmi. ‘We’re totally telepathic.’

‘My ass.’ said Heechul.

‘I thought we were playing a game?’ asked Donghae.

‘You’re bad at games.’ noted Hyukjae.

‘I just wanna have fun.’

‘Girls and Donghae.’ said Sunmi.

‘Me and girls?’

‘You know, the song?’

‘There’s a song about me?’

‘Not yet, but I’ll write it.’ said Heechul.

‘I can’t wait.’

‘Is it a diss track?’ asked Hyukjae.

‘Lil Chul in the house.’

‘Oh boy,’ said Sunmi.

‘I’ll have to diss you back then.’ said Donghae.

‘Oooooooooh!’ you heard Hyukjae.

‘I can’t believe we’re the first to witness the HeeHaek beef.’ said Sunmi, switching to her camera app.

‘What are you doing?’ asked Heechul.

‘We’re going viral.’ you said.

‘Whose side are you on?’

‘Do you have to ask?’ said Donghae.

‘I’ll have a collaborative diss with all the rappers in the city.’ said Heechul.

‘Then I’ll do it with Hyukjae.’

‘Yeah, we’ll even dance to it.’

Sunmi burst out in laughter. You smiled to yourself. The dynamic in your friend group changed for the better. You were no longer awkward around Donghae. He knew you loved him, and you knew he loved you. All was good.

[onewfantaesy]

Once Taemin grows up in demon teachers au, he becomes one of the best devils. He’s sinfully beautiful, spends most of his time using his beauty to tease and tempt humans, and when he’s done torturing them on earth, he goes back to Hell where he can just lounge around being beautiful and having lower level demons submitting to his every whim and catering to his every beck and call.

Think want era Taemin. All long legs and sexy outfits and slightly too long hair. Snakes everywhere. He lounges about and smokes and teases the humans he’s torturing for eternity with a half hearted flick of the wrist. Sometimes he’ll even treat them and let them join him, so long as they do exactly what Taemin commands when he commands it.

Taemin ends up becoming a lusty devil. His entire corner of hell is just practically a giant sex dungeon. Heechul is very proud.

That being said, the low level demons still do the gross grunt work that Taemin would never be caught doing himself. He just orders them to do it for him. Certain kink things are good for torturing the creepiest souls, but they make Taemin gag just thinking about it. He can make demons do that shit. He would never do something so demeaning. Besides, most demons like that sort of weird shit, and who is he to deny them that pleasure?

But sometimes Taemin will just be having a grand old time for himself, and heechul will pop in because he needs Taemin to do some torturing for him or because he missed a staff meeting. Boring shit that Taemin doesn’t usually bother himself with, but apprently it’s in the job description.

And taemin will sass Satan himself. How dare his father burst in during his such an important event and telll him he’s late for a meeting.

“I liked you better when you were little and cute,” heechul sometimes says in a very monotone voice. He’s very proud of Taemin, yes, but his sweet, bright boy is now a sultry, sassy teenager.

“Oh, I can change back if you’d like,” Taemin says in a sickly seeet voice.

And he shapeshifts back into his younger self and stares at heechul with wide, wet eyes.

“Is that better, Daddy?”

“You’re not allowed to call me daddy anymore,” heechul says, not at all amused. “It’s creepy.”

“Ugh, are you forreal?” Taemin scoffs, pouting and crossing his arms before turning back into his normal self in a puff of smoke. “I can shapeshift now, and all you care about is that I called you daddy?”

“Yes, yes, the shapeshifting is very impressive. But we have a meeting with your brothers and sisters.”

“I don’t wanna go,” Taemin whines. “They’re annoying and dumb and I wanna stay here!”

“You aren’t a child anymore, taemin,” heechul says. “You have to take care of the big boy part of your job as well now.”

“But I don’t like it,” Taemin pouted. Then he shrinks back to his child self and grasps at heechul’s legs and begs, “Please, Daddy, don’t make me! Please please please please please-“

“If you’re not back to normal and at the meeting in twenty minutes,” heechul warns him, “I’m taking away your snakes for a week.”

“NO!” Taemin snaps, and he turns back to normal and really is staring at heechul with wide eyes. “I’ll be there, I’ll be there!”

It’s a very boring meeting filled with very boring news and very boring rules and Taemin just wants to go back to tempting humans and wearing pretty outfits. He also misses his snakes, but he’s not allowed to bring them to meetings anymore since he let one bite one of his brothers, chanyeol, when he was being mean to him.

[krreader]

diamond maknae | lover or brother?

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader (platonic) ; hani x heechul (bc I’m a sucker) fandom: bts ; got7 ; blackpink ; exid ; super junior  warnings: maknae!reader ; eighth member of bts genre: fluff ; crack other:  x ; x ; x ; x

summary: to you, he was your annoying big brother, but to the outside world, he apparently appeared to be your boyfriend.

a/n: i loved writing thisssssssss. omfg, thank you for sending me such good diamond maknae requests

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“Stop it,” you laughed as he continued to pinch you.

“You stop it,” because every time he did, you pinched him back, but he was laughing just as much as you were.

You were like two annoying siblings with a bit more love for each other than actual siblings. Jeongguk and you never really fought, if anything, these were the kind of 'fights' you were having. Pillow fights, pinching each other, kicking each others butts.

Yes, you were the maknae's aka the youngest, but you acted like you were two little kids in elementary school.

You gave him a 'neck slice', he did the same. You kicked his butt, he did the same. You punched his arm, he did the same.

But then he did something that had you scream.

He put his finger in his mouth to wet it and put it into your ear.

Big brother style.

“EW! Oh my god, you're so disgusting, ew, ew, ew!” you pushed him away, while he only laughed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you towards him and showering your head with kisses, “NO! Leave me alone! You are the most disgusting human being on this planet, Jeongguk.”

“Did I upset you, baby?”

He wasn't calling you baby as in the girlfriend version, but he meant that literally. He often called you a baby when you were whining, or when you were snitching on him to Seokjin or Namjoon. He called you a baby not as a cute pet name, but to tease you.

You knew that. Jeongguk knew that. Bangtan knew that and BigHit knew that.

None of these other idols at the music show you were attending knew that, however.

So obviously when he said that, the entirety of GOT7 walked past, with Yugyeom being the first to laugh.

“I knew you were lying to me when you said she was like an annoying sister.”

“You're actually really cute together,” Youngjae said with a big smile, “I hope you two are really happy with each other.”

You two could only stare after them with big eyes, but the second they were gone, you jumped away from each other and pretended to throw up, because how disgusting. It really felt like somebody telling you and your real brother (and that person obviously not knowing you were related) that you're a cute couple.

Nasty.

Anyways, you two carried on, being your usual selves backstage and continuing to tease each other when the shock of what GOT7 had said was over.

That's when the Blackpink girls walked by. Just as Jeongguk had his arms wrapped around you from behind and was picking you up and spinning you around, despite you having told him not to do it, or you'd throw up on him.

“Oh my god,” Lisa swooned, “They are literally so cute! Look at them!”

“You owe me money,” Jennie whispered to Jisoo in the meantime, while Rosé smiled happily at you and said: “Good luck, (Y/N).”

You weren't necessarily close to them, but you talked every chance you got and you and Rosé got along the best out of the four girls.

“Thank you,” you returned her smile, thinking she was talking about the show tonight, since you were performing later on.

But it was only when they were gone, that Jeongguk said: “They thought we were a couple too, I think.”

“Ew? Why would they think that? Why does everyone think that today?”

“I know, right? Like I could ever date a gnome like you. I mean, I'm the golden maknae.”

“Yeah, you're right. Like I could ever date a moron like you. I mean, I'm the diamond maknae,” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, getting up on your tiptoes to reach his height, even though you were wearing heels, a triumphant glint in your eyes.

You two were smiling at each other and, yeah, true, for anyone who didn't know you, it really looked like you were in love.

Like for Hani and Heechul when they passed. To them, it was clear that you were a couple..

“Young love,” Heechul swooned, wrapping his arm around Hani's shoulder, “They're like us when we thought we were only siblings..”

“You think so?”

But see, it only proved correct, when you didn't even hear them say it, despite standing right next to them.

You were just so lost in each other, having fun and just.. being yourselves..

No wonder people thought you were in love.

[baekchelor]

INNSBRUCK [ I ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [ M ]

Words: 2.5k

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Outline: A Baekhyun Winter Tale.

“The very first time I saw you, it wasn’t any different than any other time I’ve seen yousince. The world was newer, but you were just the same. It was— love at first sight.”

You decreed not to pronounce his name. You would not dare to even think of it, keeping your eyes closed all nine hours of the flight from New York to Austria, right up until the moment the wheels of the planed touched down in Innsbruck. Half asleep, mind drifted elsewhere, would be much easier to quiet the second thoughts. It felt like a lifetime since you'd scream at each other, though it had only been a few days. Ever since the relationship halted to an end on Wednesday night, your whole person felt turmoiled. The absence of his voice, his warmth, his stupid groggy laugh: it was something you ignored how you lost. You didn't even remember what exactly led towards the slipt, things escalated far too fast and became a blur to your present self. What you were confident, though, was the particular name mentioned frequently during the argument. Baekhyun. Timoth —I mean, who mustn't be named, had always been a tad sceptical about your acquaintanceship (if you may call it that) with Baekhyun. His eyebrows knitted together in a frown whenever you announced a trip to Seoul to meet up your best friend and Baekhyun's bandmate, Oh Sehun. Lips pursed if you divulged there might be a slight chance you ran into the former. "I knew it would happen, I did.” Sehun’s voice is so flat, so steady, that it deepens the grimace on your face. "He caused almost all your fights." “That's not true." Sehun almost slams the breaks to be able to look at you with that straight-face that would linger for as long as it took you to comply with his words. It takes just a minute before you let out a sigh and nod, defeated. Ever since you confessed to you-know-who there was a time you kissed Baekhyun, shared a bed with Baekhyun; he came to loathe the man to the point he would bring up his name during every argument. A few weeks before, this little holiday trip would have infuriated him. But what happened those final days at his flat in the Bronx, had left him completely out of the blue. He didn't have to know you would spend Christmas with your Sehun —and Baekhyun. What possessed you to agree on such a trip? You ignore. Maybe you were too angry at him, and that's why you hopped on that plane, or perhaps you didn't give a shit about Baekhyun's existence at all. Lie. You did give a shit, your body a bundle of nerves due to the upcoming encounter. You draw your knees to the chest, leaning away from Sehun and against the passenger-side door, feeling somehow claustrophobic under the big grey Austrian sky, snow falling and twirling around. If someone had asked where you planned to spend Christmas, your answer would have been New York, not locked in a cabin with Oh Sehun, Byun Baekhyun and company. You had planned a lazy day at home, wearing festive pyjamas with your [former] boyfriend and only driving to his parents' house once the sky turned dark. You were planning on enjoying the different dishes and the quiet conversations in French between you-know-who and his father, planning on chatting with his sister Paulette over the current boy pinning over her and serving a cup of lavender tea to his grandmother. You hadn't planned on breaking up two weeks before Christmas Eve and run off all the way across the ocean beside your best friend. The car speeds up. With closed eyes, you try to fight back the tears. None had gone as expected. Instead, the evenings would be dreadful to share with the very man that broke your heart three years ago. You didn't know what to anticipate, you greeted each other, smiled at each other and didn't mind to hang out, but those encounters were as sporadic as half an hour, not as long as fifteen days. You picture it couldn't be as hard as you imagined. Once upon a time, you whispered nothings to each other huddled up on a sofa, the world reserved just for the two. 

In the side mirror, you watch the town grow smaller, thinner, until it disappears completely. But then, a few seconds later, snow-covered pine trees flash against the glass, almost as if they were rushing away from you. The highway is paved with uneven cobblestones that glow silver when sunrays hit the spots of snow over them. At its end, the road seems to drop straight into the woods. A sense of cosiness sneaks up around you. The thought of a cabin in the middle of the forest seems endearing. You can't wait to bury your nose between the yellow pages of your favourite novel, fuzzy blanket up to your knees, right beside the fireplace. The thought makes you smile. Turning off the car, Sehun stares at the large, perfect chalet which aspects are a bit too astonishing to be called in such term. “Pretty sick, isn't it?” “Indeed.” “Come on,” he says, hopping out of the car and coming around to open your door. “I've got a surprise for you.” Before you have time to ask about it, Sehun has already pulled out both your bags from the trunk, urging you to walk ahead of him and into the house. You want to protest, but stop yourself. This is your best friend trying his best to make you feel better. He opens his palm for you, revealing a bronze key that you take. Once the door is open, the bags are shoved to the corner as you scramble to tear off the snow in your shoes. Sehun shuffles inside, slippers on, as the warmth of the chalet welcomes him. With a nod, he encourages you to follow the corridor down to the living room, your feet moving in awe as you take in the surroundings.  Sunlight bathes the wooden floor and white walls, the air tinged with the aroma of apples and cinnamon in beseem with the Christmas wreaths framing the chimney. The fire cracks inside, eyes lulled by its dance before they land on the forgotten mug resting on the coffee table. "Hello?" you venture, head peeking around the space. Please don't be Baekhyun, please, please, please. "Is anybody here?" A warm hand grabs you by the shoulders, and before you know it, you are caught up in an embrace. The person lets out a scream, which at first frightens you until the resemblance in the voice rings a bell. You scream too and squeal, and bounce as you hold hands with your best half, non-blood sister, Aisha. "What are you doing here?!" Her big brown eyes travell mischievously to her side, where Sehun is already standing. "You're welcome," he grins, all so cocky and proud of himself. You laid reluctant to the idea of Innsbruck the moment Sehun picked you up at the airport and blurted out Baekhyun would keep you guys company. The heart hammering in rebellion against your ribcage complained of how bad the idea seemed, and how vulnerable it made you. Your mind, in agreement, also took charge of escalating every single possible scenario you could face during the holiday, urging you to ponder about your way of survival. It seemed difficult. Byun Baekhyun had set fire to your world, and although it was extinguished long ago, you suspected it wouldn't be comfortable to bare with his company. However, now that Aisha and Sehun are there to preserve your mind distracted, and your body away from the devil, you couldn't help but feel a tad at ease. The day transitions calmly. You and Sehun bury yourselves in a Cook Book found shoved in a drawer, hidden beneath layers of cloths. Pasta Carbonara is the chosen dish, mainly because it suggests to be the easiest recipe included by the author. Although you don't suck at cooking, like Aisha, you ain't precisely chefs; so if you wanted to ensure a mouthful that night, a simple dish was the perfect option. Once the pasta is safe out of the pan, forks twirling the noodles around, the three map out your days at Innsbruck over a bottle of merlot. If you manage to follow through the schedule, the hunched nightmare will end up a dream. Junmyeon and Minseok arrive around noon, flanked by a new face under the name Lu Han. He was a former member of EXO, and whereas four years ago he left the group, remained close to them. Especially Minseok and Sehun. The time shared with them is short, they're way too jetlagged to engross into substantial conversations, but it is enough to decide you like Han. He is handsome, funny, and looks adorable when the corner of his lips wrinkle in multiple waves when he laughs. Not long after the three boys scurry upstairs to rest, Heechul walks in. Black sunglasses cover half his face; his chin covered under a wool scarf. He is tired as well, and just like Junmyeon and the others, hurry upstairs to crawl to bed. By the time Aisha and Sehun are plotting some weird late night dinner back at the village, your lids grow heavier and stubborn to doze off. Your friends pout, Aisha almost dropping to her knees and begging you to come along, both eager for some adventures. You turn them off, promising a night out in town the next day. With lips still pursed, they agree. You finally ponder over who mustn't be named when you turn your back to your closed bedroom door and walk over to the bed, wondering if it was the right choice to leave New York instead of trying to talk things out with him. He had called. Yes, he had. Like twenty or thirty times before the woods and the weather robbed the service from your phone. Maybe it was destiny talking. What if it was written in the stars? You laugh. Right. The thoughts of him continue as you sit on the edge of the mattress, bending over to rummage through your still unpacked bag in pursuit of dental floss and toothbrush. His image in your head, black hair and green eyes, persists as you walk to the bathroom, hands twisting to open the faucet. The water is warm (Thank God!) and you bring your wet palms to splash the liquid in your face, hoping it will wash away the thoughts of your ex-boyfriend. You're unsure to be prepared for a life without him, neither you feel hauled back to him. For goodness sake, you can't even recall the exact detonate of the breakup. Did the argument start over a toaster? You think so. The foam had already formed in your mouth when a loud noise downstairs startles you. First, the door slams closed, next what-sounds-like a vase collides against the floor, and then, furniture grides along the wood of the storey. You put on a robe and hurry out of the bedroom the moment heavy footsteps climb the staircase, familiar giggles throbbing in your ears. Holy shit. At your sides, your fingers fumble with each other; grappled to hold onto the closest thing they can find to squeeze as the recognition of the silhouette in the dark confirms your suspicions. It is Baekhyun. With some long-legged blonde that has wrapped her limbs around his waistline. The uncomfortable nature of your body language is evident to him -and any living creature that could witness you right now, to be honest. Only a fool couldn't distinguish it at meters away - it is a scream, how you attempt to fold into yourself, keeping your arms as close to your chest as possible, like you were hoping to keep the pieces of your heart together. If he were near enough, standing by your side rather than mingling with that blonde, he would pinpoint your pulse hammering at the base of your neck, as alike as it drummed when you first touch each other. Baekhyun disentangles himself from the girl, eyes locked on your figure as in a whisper, he asks her to leave. She obeys, concealing her wounded pride and disappointment the best she could manage, but failing miserably. It's not like you're making a great work to hide your feelings either, and you hate it, with all in you. "I didn't know you were here," he murmurs, gazes united, as he moves in your direction. It takes a blink of an eye to have him right in front of you. With him so proximate, your nostrils can perceive his aroma —like Baekhyun and alcohol and a faint hint of lemon. He smells like freedom and recklessness, a rendezvous, or what it feels like to entwine hands and jump off a cliff. His face is close to yours as well, nose pressed against the soft bridge of your nose, and his eyelashes are fanning the little hairs of your scalp. It’s easier then, although the weight of the world quickly descended over your shoulders,  to think of him and only him. It's also easier to stutter. "It w-was kind of a last minute thing-g." “If I'd known I-,” he shushes softly, an apologetic tone to his voice. “I would have never..." Baek’s index finger traces a slow path to behind your ear and back up; forehead now rested against yours. Fighting back the journey to memory lane is helpless — both standing alike, if not the same way, like the night you locked lips the very first time. Even the smell of alcohol is the same, and you can swear he also drank mojitos tonight. You're drunk as well, of the memories itching your skin, reminiscing it burnt under his touch as his sticky lips dragged with yours, bodies pressed together as his beautiful long fingers raked through your hair, and your waist and your hips. His breathing was equally as heavy as it is now, so as your body, trembling from his proximity. That man, that damn man, is your weakness. Always have been, and you feared, still will be. "Baek..." It's been forever since you called him by his nickname and he delights in the sound, relishes, yet he can't be deaf to the bewilderment in your voice and takes in the small furrow to your eyebrows. You look confused and tense, even with your eyes shut as gently as they can with a headache beginning to undergo. He shakes his head, a sigh confined in his lungs and ed as he permits his head to travel down, coming to a stop once his nose has reached the tip of your earlobe. Baekhyun clears his throat, “I'm sorry.” When your eyes pop open,  he doesn’t encounter the expected reject around your iris. Your gaze is sweet, almost endearing, slipping off the distant facade. He shifts a bit but decides against the desire to touch you once more, aching to feel your skin again. It's been so long, and he's been so stupid. And you've been so fucking stubborn. But the urge is too strong, unstoppable, so the gifts himself the chance to touch you once more, be close to you once more, linger just a second —the damaged skin of his lips land on your collarbones, where it leaves a peck. "Goodnight."

[shownuslaugh]

Good Boy

Pairing: Yesung x Reader

Summary: You just want Yesung to be your good boy

Warnings: virgin Yesung, sacrilege 

             There’s just something rather unfortunate about Yesung, or rather, there’s something unfortunate about you’re attraction to Yesung. He’s a good boy. One of the best. As a Super Junior staff member you’ve seen woman after woman (and even quite a few men) show off their bodies in an attempt to get even a three seconds of Yesung’s attention. He never gives it, always looking off to the side or directly at their face. Never further south than the neck.

             It’s good that he’s such a gentleman. It makes your job so much easier and far more enjoyable knowing that there’s at least one of them you don’t have to practically beat away from the ladies. (You still have nightmares about Heechul and Eunhyuk loose in the US). Yesung is sweet and charming around women to a fault. He’s flirtatious, but not overly so. Teasing, but not in an overtly sexual way.

             All in all, Yesung is a good Catholic boy that’s turned into a good Catholic man with the years.

             Which is exactly the reason you want to fucking destroy him.

You want to tease him, ride him, please him until he’s a whimpering mess underneath you and chanting your name like one of his precious little prayers. You want to play with him until he’s crying for you. You want him so drunk off your sex that you become his God.

No.

Not want.

Need.

You need that like you need oxygen. Like an addict needs heroin. Like a fish needs water. You need to break that perfect Catholic boy until he converts religions and only worships at your alter afterwards. It’s a deep, burning need that haunts you every single second you’re around him. Your skin practically screams for his touch just like your pussy begs for those perfectly pouty lips of his. You just know if you gave him half the chance he’d be a natural at eating you out.

It’s while you’re lost in your imagination that Yesung creeps up behind you. He noticed you earlier, staring off into space like you were trying to figure out the mysteries of the universe. You didn’t even notice that everyone had wrapped up filming for the day and were ready to go home.

“Hey!” He nudges your shoulder with his own, taking a seat beside you. “Have you figured it out yet?”

You blink back to reality, a small blush coloring your cheeks when you register the fact it’s Yesung beside you. “Oh, uh, maybe?”

“What were you thinking about?”

“You,” you answer flirtatiously.

Yesung grins and looks off to the side, shaking his head slightly. “You’re an idiot. Why would you waste your time thinking about-”

“You don’t believe in birth control, do you? Of any kind? Condoms, IUDs, Plan B? What about premarital sex? I know that’s a big no-no in Catholicism.” You decide to just cut straight to the chase with this one.

Maybe then he’ll get the hint.

“I- I don’t… why do you need to know this?” Yesung shifts, but it isn’t out of nerves. He crosses his legs and rests his hands lightly over his crotch. “This is personal stuff.”

“Oh, I know,” you reply happily. “I’m just curious is all. Some of the other boys are Catholic or Christian but they aren’t as strict as you are. You’re the only one left in the band that’s a virgin. I can only assume it’s because of the stuff I asked earlier.”

Yesung glares at you. “Have you always been this nosey?”

“Yes.”

He doesn’t know how to respond to that. His mouth falls open, only to close again as he struggles to look for an answer. Does he just admit it? Does he just spill the truth right here in front of what’s basically a room full of strangers ready to sell him out to the tabloids.

“I don’t want to talk about this here,” he tells you. “Meet me at my place in an hour.”

The hour passes slowly. Too slowly. You’re antsy as you wait in the lobby of his building for him to bring you up to his apartment. Everything seems to be moving in slow motion around you. It takes actual years for the elevator to make it down to the lobby. When Yesung steps off, you’re shocked to see he hasn’t changed from filming earlier. He’s still in the loose, flowy shirt and tight blue jeans he wore on set.

He gestures you toward him. “Come on.”

You step on the elevator, the doors close, and you’re immediately surrounded by his scent. It’s masculine and overwhelming, making your head swim with lust.

“About earlier-”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence.

Before you’ve even really thought it through, you’re kissing him the way you’ve always dreamed about. Messy. With teeth and a desperation so palpable you’re surprised the elevator doesn’t shut down. He kisses you back, his hands resting on the small of your back as he presses you against the back wall of the elevator. You can practically feel his cock swelling in his pants as he grinds against your thigh. He breaks away from the kiss, resting his head against the side of your neck and breathing heavily. His hips still rock back and forth against you.

“Yesung…” You grab a fistful of his hair and shut your eyes. The feeling of his body pressed to yours after so long of fantasizing about it is indescribable. Pure bliss in fact.

The elevator announces his floor and Yesung jumps back like a little kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He fixes his hair in the reflection of the elevator doors and takes your hand, dragging you down the hall to his apartment. When the door shuts behind him, he’s back on top of you in a flash. His hands are everywhere, brushing against your breasts, fumbling with the button of your jeans, demanding one of your hands down his pants. You stop him with one gentle movement and press your hands to his chest. Yesung steps back from you, wild eyed and breathing heavily.

“You seem to be under the impression I’m going to let you fuck me,” you say to him.

Yesung blinks owlishly. “Isn’t that what you’re here for?”

“No. I’m here to fuck you. Can you honestly tell me you know what you’re doing?”

“I can try to-”

You hold up a hand. “What you’ll try to do is get over here and show me you deserve to be fucked like a good boy.”

He moves slowly at first. It’s almost as if he’s uncertain of what exactly you want. When he finally reaches you and stretches you out across his couch it’s like a switch flips inside him. He strips both of you with a fervor you’ve never seen. There a clawing, agonizing need inside him to have your naked body pressed to his, and you aren’t complaining in the slightest. You trace the tips of your fingers all over his body, up his arms, down his back, over the backs of his thighs as he settles between your legs. The tip of his cock brushes across your slit and he groans at the contact.

“Do you like that?” You tease him lightly, your nails scratching his scalp while his hips buck as you grind against him. “Do you want more?”

Yesung falls forward and buries his face in your neck. You can feel his hot tears against your skin as he practically vibrates with pleasure on top of you. He pants and whines while his hips rock against yours.

“Pull my hair,” Yesung begs. “I need… I need it…”

He gasps softly when you follow his directions, but cries out in frustration when you pull him away from you.

“I was so close!” He wails.

“I know.” You point to the coffee table. “Sit.”

“Why?”

“Do it.”

Yesung obeys and situates himself on the coffee table. He watches you spread your legs, his tongue darting out to wet his suddenly dry lips. Your eyes meet as you slip a hand between your thighs and dip a finger inside yourself. His eyes only leave the sight of you fingering yourself once to trace over the delicate curve of your neck when you toss your head back in pleasure. Yesung can’t quite believe it, but he’s actually, genuinely jealous of your fingers in that moment. He want to be the one between your legs. He want to be the one making you cum.

You grin when he whines. “Do you want to touch me?”

He nods.

“You can touch me after I make myself cum.”

“Then hurry the fuck up,” Yesung growls. He’s more than slightly upset you worked him up and teased him only to work him up and tease him even more.

You bite your lower lip and meet his gaze easily. His pupils are wide, lust blown, and absolutely mesmerizing. He urges you on with soft words of encouragement, wanting you to cum so he can bury his face in the heaven between your thighs.

“Yesung!” Your hand moves quicker, your legs spread wider as you pull your fingers away from your clit.

Yesung doesn’t say a word. He just dives straight between your legs, tongue lapping up the mess your fingers made of your pussy. He moans and grips your hips, pressing you closer and closer to his face. You’re still so sensitive from your last orgasm and his tongue feels so nice as it swirls around your slit that it isn’t long before you’re pressing his face even closer if it’s even possible. You’re hips buck and your legs shake as you cum for the second time. This time, all over Yesung’s face.

When he pulls back, his chin is dripping wet and he’s wearing a sheepish grin. “I, uh, I hope you weren’t… umm…”

You follow his gaze downwards to find his cum decorating the hardwood floor of the living room.

“You came… just from eating me out?” You question in disbelief.

He shrugs. “You just tasted so good. I couldn’t help it.”

“Come here.” You pat your lap and he unflinchingly follows your order, bending down to press his lips against yours. His tongue moves sensually over yours and you fall in love just a little with the taste of you on his lips. “Do you want to cum again?”

He groans pitifully. “Yes.”

You wrap a hand around his delicate little throat with a devilish grin. “Do you want to cum inside me this time?”

Yesung’s eyes light up. “Earlier… what you asked about birth control?”

“Mhmm?” You flick one of his nipples, relishing in the hiss that comes out of his mouth. “What about it?”

“I don’t believe in condoms.”

“Good. Now,” you lick a long stripe from his bellybutton to his chest. “Let’s get you hard again.”

Yesung throws his head back when you wrap your lips around one of his nipples and pinch the other with your hand. He grips your hair in both his fists, pulling your head closer to his body. His hips buck ever so slightly with each pinch, flick, and lick you give his chest. Moans fall from his lips like a waterfall and you want to hear nothing else for the rest of your life.

“Oh,” he says softly. “Oh, fuck.”

You grin, allowing a hand to slip down to his cock. He’s already firm in your grip and growing harder by the second. You stroke him a few times, coaxing him so he’s standing at full attention.

“Let me fuck you,” he begs desperately. “Oh, God, please just let me fuck you. I can’t take it anymore… I can’t…”

You maneuver under him so you’re lying flat on your back. Yesung positions himself at your entrance, pausing only when you tell him where to put your legs. He tosses your left leg over his shoulder and wraps the right around his waist. You praise him gently, whispering sweet words into the stillness of his apartment. For his part, he seems to enjoy your encouragement. He practically glows with pride when he sinks himself to the hilt inside your pussy.

That glow disappears when just how wet and tight you are fully registers in his mind.

Yesung is frozen in place. He wants to move, he wants to pound you into the couch cushions, but he’s afraid the second he starts moving his hips will be the second he cums. You’re so warm around him. So tight and inviting. There’s no way he’ll be able to last long. No way at all.

You groan in frustration. “Yesung… be a good boy. Just fuck me.”

“I-”

You rock your hips up, fucking yourself on his cock. Yesung moans, body dropping slightly. You do it again. And again. It doesn’t take him long to pick up the slack. Soon enough his hips are rocking at a rapid speed, fucking into you with abandon. The noises he makes are absolutely sinful. It’s no wonder he’s the power vocal of the group.

“Yesung.”

It’s that one little word coupled with your tight, silky walls contracting around his throbbing cock that has him cumming. Yesung moans and falls on top of you, riding out the wave of his orgasm. You’re in a similar predicament. The feel of Yesung cumming inside you along with your sensitivity from your previous orgasms sends you over the edge. You cry out his name once again and he grunts in response.

“Are you still curious?” He asks you, looking at you with big Bambi eyes.

“I’ll never stop being curious about you.”