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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 2 years

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Take me to the stars - W.KH

Pairing: Wong Kunhang / Hendery x fem!reader

Word count: 4063 words

AU/Genre: college!AU, stoner!hendery, antisocial nerd!reader, fluff, smut

Warnings: substance consumption and its inevitable consequences, prejudice, oral and fingering (f receiving) unprotected sex (*sighs*), Hendery has a big dick (and I stand by that)

A/n: I put a lot of thought into this, there are approximately 2000 stylistic devices in there, wahtever you might think is weird is there for a reason. Why am I getting defensive?

"...and please check the lists for the partner assignments on your way out."

After what seemed like an eternity of one and a half hours, you move to pack your things. It's your second year in university, of course there are corses that you like and don't like, but literature class is mostly fun. You'd consider yourself a good student when it comes to this subject, you generally like the literature that's discussed in class and in your essays. And, sure, while it's fun to be able to discuss topics with other people to get their opinions that might vary and differ from your own on a variety of topics, you prefer doing things on your own. In your opinion – that's been proven right over and over again in past, forced interactions with classmates, you're the only person you can trust and rely on with your assignments. So the reason why your professor found it necessary to pair you up into groups of two for your next essay is beyond you. Still, on your way out, you fight your way through the bundle of students gathered in front of the professor's desk, searching for your name on the list just like everyone else.

No.

No way.

A 'Would you look at that. Excited to work with me?' from somewhere behind you would be what you'd expect in this type of situation, like they do in movies. Sadly, that is impossible since the person you got paired with - the worst person you could have imagined out of the gathering of tweenies that sit around in this hall with you every Thursday - doesn't even show up to classes.

Wong Hendery, presumably a pain in the ass – actually, you don't know that for sure, you've never seen him since, as mentioned before, he's never stepped a single foot into this building – but you assume he must be. Rumor has it that he's only attending university because his parents want him to. They are filthily rich, so he has to go through with it in order to not lose their financial support. Besides praising him for his laid-back-ness, people also say that he usually hangs around on the big field next to the library with his friends, so this is where you head.

You move through the hallway, mind clouded with sorrow and worries about your grade in the upcoming assignment. It's not that you're that good of a student, you're not the best, but your accomplishments in university bring you far enough to be able to worry about grades, especially since this seems to be the final work for the semester, putting the weight of the importance of assessment heavily on your shoulders. Right now, it is important to you to get good grades, maybe even the best grades, and there's not much space left in your mind to focus on anything else.

As soon as you step out the door, the lovely late March air greets your nostrils, carrying the scent of slowly blooming buds and carefreeness. Your eyes scan over the area of lawn that's filled with students relaxing and enjoying their break in between corses, the weather of gentle sun rays allowing them to spend their time outside, finally, after such a cold winter.

You sigh. You're not here to think about the weather, there's a task at hand, and you won't come far unless you get in touch with the person who you just know is going to make this relatively easy assignment a nightmare of missed deadlines, stress-fueled nail-biting and headaches.

"Wong Hendery?" You shout out in hopes of someone coming over to you. And to your pleasant surprise, someone does. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, hands grabbing ahold of the loops of your backpack that hangs rather heavily on your back. The guy comes closer, and with every step he takes, you understand more and more why everyone seems to be so forgiving with his absenteeism.

"You called me, pretty?" He grins as he comes to a halt in front of you, slightly towering over your smaller height. You gulp.

Admittedly, you'd anticipated someone different, might it be your prejudice from past experiences or something else, but you're a bit stunned, to be honest. Gaze grazing over his exterior, you notice a lot of things about him. You decide that you like his long, slightly wavy, black hair and the way he exclusively dresses in clothes that are at least two sizes too big for him, and vans. It makes him stand out. It makes him special. He doesn't seem to care one bit about the presumed wealth of his family if he dresses like this. It makes you weirdly fond of him, for some reason.

"Uh," for a second, you get lost in his wide smile and his glossy eyes before you're able to catch himself, blinking quickly a couple of times before you open your mouth. "We have to do a literature project together. You coming?"

"Right now?" He asks, a little stunned.

"If you're free?"

He nods, you expect him to grab his stuff, but apparently the only thing be brought was himself, a pack of cigarettes (?) and a lighter that he holds in his hands. Without another word explaining where you're headed, you turn around, guiding the way into the library which you assume he doesn't even know the location of. Silently, he follows you, and you ask yourself just why this was so easy. You'd anticipated him blocking your attempts of trying to get him to work with you, or worse, just leaving without another word or glance. That he's so compliant actually lifts some of the weight of worrying about your final grade off your shoulders.

At the same time, you can't help but to imagine explaining that situation to your professor, maybe getting a free pass on the group project and doing one of your own on your own instead.

You sit down in a separate room in the library that is meant for small study group, which you kind of are, and you whip out your notebook, explaining the assignment to him. You can't really decipher the look in his eyes, so you plainly assume that he knows absolutely nothing about literature, so you begin to explain pretty much everything you did in the lecture until this day briefly.

At that, he nods, but doesn't seem too interested in what you're saying. His dark eyes might be glued to your lips, their movement and the way your tongue glides out to wet them every few minutes, but he just blandly stares seemingly into nothingness. You try not to read too much into that.

After about an hour, you're done.

"Honey, I'll be honest. I have no fucking clue what you're talking about, but how about I take you home and we start together, how's that?"

Slightly thrown off by the name, your mouth opens to protest, but thinking about it, it might be the best solution. That way, he's in a familiar environment, all while you're not: the best way to study, in your opinion. It would also get everything done as soon as possible, giving you the opportunity to focus on your other assignments for the time being. And – and this is most possibly the heaviest reason why you agree – you're kind of curious to see how he lives, not that you'd ever admit to that.

As he pulls into his drive way, you take in your surroundings. Firstly, you're glad that you finally arrived since his car – all due respect – reeks of weed and you'd stepped on multiple McDonald's bags molding away in the footwell during the five minute ride. The mansion you pull up to tells you that the assumption of your peers seem to be correct as it stands proudly before you. As soon as he takes you through the front door, all you see is marble, stucco and chandeliers.

You feel like you should be impressed, but you aren't. Hendery seems like he does not give two shits about money with the way he behaves and carries himself, so you automatically detach him from everything you're seeing right now.

The two of you make your way out the back into the garden, a beautiful wide lawn with trees and flowers blooming around and a about, a little pond on the right side of the area that seem to hold a bunch of fish and ducks. You step forwards on a trail that leads to a separate, smaller house at the back of the garden, almost hidden behind the large bamboo trees the area offers. It's way less pompous than the actual house you'd just seen, and seemed rather normal, like one of those bungalows you slept in during field trips.

Once you arrive inside, you see a lot of carpets, a big couch and a huge TV. Hendery invites you to sit down, and after gently resting your backpack against the couch, you do, watching him leave the room for an unknown reason, and allow yourself to sink into the many pillows as you take in more of the room.

Large windows illuminate the small place Hendery calls his home. There are a few plants on the shelves, that are stuffed full with comic books and video game cases. Next to the couch, you notice a glass door leading to some sort of gaming room that shines purple with LED-light stripes. There's also a staircase leading up to a platform where he sleeps, you assume. On the other side of the staircase you can fairly make out the corners of a kitchen. You have to say, it's pretty neat.

"You like it?" Hendery grins after putting his jacket away and grabbing a few snacks from the kitchen area.

"Sure," you half-smile. You still don't know what to think of this guy. On one hand, you're influenced by his (bad) reputation and therefore still a little anxious about the assignment and how you're going to get this person to work on it with you, with equal amounts of workloads and hours. On the other hand, he draws you in. He seems like an interesting person, and you're surprised that you're really showing so much interest in someone else that you want to get to know them, let alone see their home. You're not superstitious by any means, but you feel like there's a connection.

Hendery turns on the television, allowing a random show to play quietly in the background before taking a medium sized, blue box from the couch table onto his lap.

"You mind?" He asks as he opens it, looking over at you as he presents the contents of the box to you. In there's a stoner's wet dream: different shaped and sized grinders, papers and tips from a variety of brands and a good amount of weed.

"Oh- uh.. of course not, it's your house." You say.

He grins and starts rolling a joint and to be honest, you're mesmerized by the process. He plugs a piece of paper off the block and folds a tiny part at one end in before rolling the whole piece into a papery, white straw. Next, he unzips the bag that contains the weed, expertly picking the right amount to stuff into a small metal cylinder, grinding the dried plant into tiny crumbs. Lastly, he assembles everything inside a thin long-paper. You find yourself watching with interest, to your surprise especially when he brings the whole thing up to his mouth, his tongue darting out to wet the paper so it will stick together. And even though you don't have much to compare it to, you think the joint looks pretty good.

"Okay, wanna start?" He asks before lighting his joint. He lets the tip sit between his lips and inhales deeply, the scent of weed filling the air, but due to it's freshness, it's much more bearable than inside his care, maybe pleasant, even. You clear your throat before opening the zipper of your backpack.

"Alright, the drama. I think you should read it before we do anything, really. I brought you my copy, you can keep it." You gently place it on the table, careful to not bump into any empty cans or other pieces of general trash with your fingers.

"I already read that," Hendery answers before blowing out a big cloud of smoke into the air, and you notice that he does this to keep the smoke remotely away from you, and it makes your heart skip a beat.

"Oh- great! Then we can take everything a little slower than I thought." You smile to yourself and lean back for a second. Oddly, his presence calms you, or maybe that's just the scent of the smoke slowly creeping up to where you're seated, but you don't have to say that you mind. Somehow, the whole atmosphere is relaxing as it is, finally letting you take a breath from all the stress and burdensome encounters of your life.

The evening carries on and the two of you just start talking about everything and nothing. You notice that he likes to talk about pretty much everything except for himself, the last fact surprisingly characterizes yourself pretty well as well. You enjoy the way he's able to entertain you without even trying, the way he doesn't rely on your answers or input to keep the conversation going. Every time you want to add something, you can, but everything just feels so relaxed that you don't feel pressured, and that is something that makes you instantly fond of him. Usually, people expect something of you, something that you don't want to or can't give them. In the past, this had stressed you out so much, given you anxiety and insomnia to the point where you cut ties with almost everyone you knew.

With Hendery, it's different, and for some reason you hope that it's the same for him. You want him to feel comfortable with you. You want him to be able to open up with you. It's getting awfully late, yet you don't even know anything besides his zodiac sign.

You two sit outside on his porch, listening to the chirping of the crickets while looking at the night sky. He's just finished his second joint of the night, feeling high and free as ever, and you realize that you really like the way he looks when he sits so close to you, eyelids heavy and a lazy grin on his face. Uncharacteristically for you, you find that he's pretty. And he knows a whole lot about the stars and the universe.

You watch him as he babbles about a random constellation and its meaning in ancient Greece, his eyes lighting up almost with passion, his strong jawline, his pretty nose and his slender lips that look so kissable. Not once in your life had you felt like this. It's like the world had stopped moving around you, there's nothing else that matters when you sit here. You feel like you're in a different dimension, like nothing can harm you, and nothing can hurt you, which is why you don't even hesitate as you ask him the following question.

"Can I kiss you, Hendery?"

Before you realize, it's already out there, and before you can worry about it, he's already turned to look at you with a smile. "Are you sure, or are you just high?"

You smile. Maybe the amount of smoke you've passively inhaled in the past hours has made you somewhat more comfortable, but you're not high, or at least, you don't think you are. But you know that you feel something, just like before, like a connection. "I'm not high, Hendery" 'But I want to be high on oxytocin with you', you want to say. But you don't. "I just want to kiss you."

And with that, he leans in, stopping just before his lips touch yours, letting his breath tease your lips before closing the distance. He tastes like weed, of course, but he also tastes like strawberries. Like cotton candy. Like a comfortable hug. Like the gently warmth of a candle. But before you can really sink into the kiss, he's gone again.

He gets up and holds his hand out for you to grab before guiding you inside. He doesn't want you to get cold.

"How come time passes so fast?" You ask, almost pouting as you look at the time on your phone showing that it's past 3am. You really don't want to go home, not yet, you don't want this to end, whatever it might be, and whatever it might lead to. And as if he could read your mind, he offers you to stay.

You find yourself lying in his bed half an hour later, wide open eyes staring at the ceiling above Hendery's mattress, alone, as he offered to take the couch. You feel strange, not because the bed is uncomfortable, not because he's making you uncomfortable, but because you feel so tremendously alone. You feel like you're in a dream when you're with him, so it feels strange once you aren't, as if you're meant to be with him right now.

Quietly, you get up, making your way down the steps of the staircase carefully as to not wake him up. You're not exactly sure what your plan is, and this is so not you, a person who usually plans every single step of your daily routine in detail to not have to face any unpleasant surprises, and to not miss anything.

You can already see him on the couch, his figure completely wrapped in a blanket between the pillows, the light on his porch shining through the windows illuminating his frame.

Carefully, you sit down on the couch and he stirs, turning his body to face you.

"You okay?"

"Can't sleep."

"Come here." He lifts his blanket, inviting you to lay with him. Hesitantly for a second, you take his offer, slipping underneath the blanket with him. And you've never felt so warm. You cuddle your back into his chest and he hugs you from behind.

"Is this really okay for you?" You turn your head to look at him.

He lifts his head to look at you, a surprised raise to his eyebrows. "Are you asking because I stopped kissing you?"

You nod.

"Do you want me to be honest?"

You nod again.

"If I would have kept kissing you, I don't know if I could have stopped there. Your lips just- you taste like something I can't quite explain, you know, but it felt too good. Didn't want to pressure you into anything just because I didn't want to hold back. It's just- there's something about you that takes me in."

"I liked kissing you too." You completely turn around now, his face only centimeters away from yours.

"Do you want to do it again?"

You kiss him. Deeply. Trying to put all of the emotions of safety you're feeling into the kiss, and there you taste it again. Caramel, Hazelnut, the feeling of warm morning sun on your skin. And you don't want to let it go.

Before you know it, your hands find hold on his chest, gently caressing him over his shirt. You feel one of his big hands taking yours, gently holding it onto himself so you can feel his heart beating a little faster. Yours does it too. You shift closer to him. Everything is still too far away.

This time, it's you who breaks the kiss. You look into his eyes.

"I want you, Hendery." You're still so close that you can feel his breath hitch against your skin.

"Are you sure?" His voice is barely above a whisper. Is he trying to hold himself back? As an answer, you let your hand wander over his tummy downwards, deeper and deeper until you reach the hem of his sweatpants. You feel him gasp.

"You can have me any way you like," you whisper into his ear. That's all it takes for him to kiss you again, messier than before, but still contained. He shifts above you, caging you with his taller frame. You use the opportunity to let your hands finally wander over his body. You couldn't make it out under his baggy clothing, but he is pretty slim, but muscular still.

"I want to taste you, baby," he mumbles into your mouth, "not just your mouth. I want to taste everything."

His words make you whine against him. In this moment, you don't care you didn't properly shave this morning, you don't care about anything else than the man above you, who wants you just as bad as you want him.

You allow him to take his pants off you (that he gave you before you went to bed) and you open your legs for him to have you. You feel goosebumps prickle over your skin as his breath hits your core. And when he finally leans in to taste you, you're gone. The way his tongue tangles around your clit, the way he sucks you into his mouth is heavenly. Never has anyone made you feel quite like this.

Raw moans leave your lips, catching his ears and spurning him on as he fucks his tongue into your hole, revenging the inside of your wetness like a starved man. You can hear him groan.

Hendery looks up at you, keeping steady eye contact as he inserts a finger into you, slowly pushing in, making you feel every centimeter of it before he curls it up, moving in and out to rub over that sensitive area inside of you. Your eyes roll back at the feeling, and he uses the loss of eye contact to focus on your core again, adding a second finger before diving in, lapping skillfully at your clit.

Right now, you feel like you're in heaven. Or in hell, because it's too hot and sexy to be heaven. Either way, you feel your orgasm approaching incredibly fast. You don't hold back, moans spilling from your lips as you let yourself go onto his tongue, onto his fingers that move so perfectly inside you that you could cry. The waves of your orgasm crash over you in a way you feel like you've never felt before. You cry out Hendery's name, your hands holding onto his hair as he lets you ride out your high on his tongue, only pulling back after leaving you overly sensitive.

He comes back up to kiss you, making you taste yourself and for some reason, it's the sexiest thing you can imagine right now. You still want him inside you, though. and you let him know by desperately rocking your hips against his.

"Please, I want you in me, Hendery"

He does as you say, not being able to wait any longer to finally unite with you, finally be as close to each other as possible. He removes his pants and you can't wait for him to finally, finally enter you as you feel his tip against your entrance.

He is big, stretching you out deliciously as he fills you up, his cock seemingly having no end as he keeps sinking deeper into you. You cling into his shoulders, eyes finding his in this moment of oneness as he bottoms out inside of you. Never have you felt so full, so complete, heart fluttering away in your chest along with the butterflies in your tummy.

"So big," you sigh as you feel him slowly move, clenching around him almost as if your walls didn't want to let him go. He tries to hold back his sounds so he can hear you properly, letting out the sweetest sounds he's ever heard. He wants to give you the world, just as you want to give it back to him. You could stay like this for hours, forever, you don't want anything else. There's nothing else in your mind but him, him, him, as he keeps dragging his tip along your walls.

However the night ends, whether it fades into day, you don't care. As long as he's with you, you don't have a worry in the world.

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angelssung · 3 years

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one way, or another

summary: if you thought this purge night would uneventfully pass like the others, you’ll be in for one hell a ride this time.

genre: purge!au, angst, action, adventure, a lot of death and violence, hint of crack (if you squint very closely), yandere

pairings: yandere!ten x fem!reader, hint of jeno x fem!reader

word count: 10.3k+

a/n: SPECIAL THANKS TO ONE OF MY DEAR FRIENDS @hyuckshinee FOR GIVING ME FEEDBACK AND SUGGESTIONS <33

taglist: @pukupukupawpau @kasperneo @oonaaurora @sweettaeguk @jaemingold @kpopstanforlifeuwu @agabisworld @pc0604 @unknownnctizen @vsszn @adventuresofrose @benhardygalileo @y-ning

“So I’ve got like, shit tons of snacks stuffed in my luggage bags in case we run out.” Your friend Donghyuck proudly exclaimed, rapidly patting the bags next to him.

Chenle waved him off, “There’s no need to worry about it, I’ve got plenty of food supplies at home. There’s no way we’re gonna starve tonight.”

“Okay, but wait, I’m overthinking a little, so the eight of us go to yours after school and hang out for the entire night until the purge is over, right?” Renjun’s expression was pensive, alluding to paranoia kicking in.

Honestly, he wasn’t the only one who was a bit worried about tonight‘s events. Out of your group, Mark, Jisung, you and Donghyuck were also worried — but unlike Renjun, the rest of you decided for your worries to be left unspoken.

“Yeah.” “All the doors and windows and such are gonna be covered, right?”

“Yup. No need to worry Jun, we’re gonna be alright!” Chenle grinned confidently, before an exaggerated frown overtook his features, “Unless someone farts again stinks up the whole place-”

Making a fake offended expression at the younger boy’s words, Mark’s jaw dropped, “hey! I swear that wasn’t me!”

You gave Mark a side eye, “Funny how Renjun and Jisung threaten us by hoping our pillows are warm, it’s probably gonna be Mark who-” “Give the poor man a break,” Jeno cut you off, nudging your arm playfully.

“Thank you, Jen-” “Roast him during the Purge, that way time’ll go faster.” Jeno smiled innocently, eliciting laughter (along with protests, from Mark specifically,) from you all.

The Purge was once a year, where all crime was legal. If you could get out of your country, you would, but you weren’t able to this year.

Besides, it was fine. You were gonna be with your friends, protecting each other, and you were aware that most of them could fight, judging by the amount of fights you’ve seen them get into.

Seated behind you, a dark haired boy had his head propped up on his hand, staring at you with a soft look on his face.

Also behind you were your other classmates, a group of best friends, also talking (or rather, in this case teasing the dark haired one) amongst themselves.

“Aiyah,” Xiaojun shook his head, staring at his friend with an amused smile, “You’ve got it bad, man.”

“Think the word you’re trying to search for is ‘simp’.” Lucas burst out laughing at Yangyang’s blunt nickname for their lovesick friend, a juxtaposition to Kun trying to stifle a laugh.

“You’re like that one meme I sent Sicheng and Lucas last night,” Hendery paused to think, looking at the ceiling, “The ‘I’ll stare at you until you marry me’ one.”

It was at that moment that you locked eyes with your lovesick classmate and friend — Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul, commonly known as Ten Lee. Although you quickly tore your gaze away from the interesting male, you noted that in the corner of your eyes that he never took his intense gaze off you.

Seeing this all go down, Jeno subtly nudged your side with his elbow, “He’s been staring at you for like, what, eons?”

“Wait, wait, who?” Eager to know, the rest of your friends leaned towards your entertained friend, making you huff.

“Ten, of course,” Jeno answered as a matter-of-factly. The eight of you quickly turned to look quickly at the male in question, only to find his gaze still upon you.

“I think he’s shy!” Chenle cooed, nudging you not-so subtly with a mischievous grin to match, “It’s so obvious he likes you.”

Jaemin sent a look to Jeno, who simply rolled his eyes. You eyed them suspiciously, only to drop it quickly.

“Ten just thinks he likes you,” What? What did that mean? Mark shook his head, “He’s probably in love with you, if you ask me. You know, one time, he asked me if any of us were dating you.”

“(Y/N)? As if! I’d never go out with that Baba Yaga lookalike. I already feel bad for her future partner.” Renjun scoffed, receiving a soft punch from you.

“Look, I’d never seen the guy’s eyes twinkle so brightly — until I told him no, we’re not interested in you, and not in a million years.” The oldest of the friend group shrugged, leaning back in his chair, “That’s all I’m gonna say.”

To be honest, you did consider dating Mark and Jeno, but those thoughts were in the past… right? You didn’t feel anything for any of your friends, and as far as you knew, they didn’t feel anything whatsoever for you back. Or so you thought.

“I’ve never been so nervous when coming to school,” Jisung shuddered, “Once I looked at the teachers, I looked away as soon as possible! If they knew about the knife in my backpack… I’d be doomed, even before the purge starts.”

“That was funny as hell, you were speed walking so awkwardly like you were being squished!” Donghyuck chuckled, patting Jisung on the back.

These seven boys were closer to you than your own family, hence why you agreed to stick with them. You’d trust that they’d never purposely backstab you or throw you to the pack of killers on the streets tonight.

Speaking about your family, your parents were out of town for business reasons. You could only hope that they’ll survive. Seems they forgot about it or slept in a bit late before work, considering you heard their hurried footsteps and saw the note they stuck onto the fridge.

”Stay safe, kiddos.” With a solemn nod, your teacher observed all of the students, including you and your friends as you walked out the door.

He only hoped that you and your friends would survive the night, a subtle hint of pity on his usually indifferent and stoic face.

Hopping into Mark’s van hurriedly, you all tried to ensure that no one was left behind and that no one was about to suddenly join your group.

“I’m so fucking tired,” Renjun groaned, draped on his seat dramatically, “But at least we don’t have any homework due for this week.”

Donghyuck scoffed, “Yeah, because we might not even be able to hand in that work after tonight.”

“Dude, don’t jinx it!” Mark began to drive to Chenle’s house, eyebrows scrunched in worry.

“I’m just saying!”

“Wait, so are your parents already at home? Or are they gonna meet us after work?” Turning to the back where his best friend sat, Jisung blinked curiously.

With a shake of his head, Chenle placed his phone into his pocket, “Remember? They’re at my main house, seas away from us.”

“Right, sorry, I forgot.” Jisung let out an awkward chuckle.

20 minutes had passed, and now the eight of you were in Chenle’s house, sealed shut with the latest technology. Each of you grabbed a weapon — none of you were that stupid to rely on technology to save you.

Jeno and Jaemin took two handguns each, Chenle took a shotgun, Jisung and Mark chose a baseball bat, Renjun took a butcher’s knife, you chose a regular kitchen knife whilst Donghyuck picked a flamethrower. You all were lucky that some of you were trained to fight and/or defend, otherwise your group would’ve been dead meat the moment you stepped out of the house.

“A flamethrower? Really dude?” Mark cocked a brow at Donghyuck’s choice of weapon.

Standing awkwardly, Donghyuck shrugged, “You never know when you need it, and I wasn’t gonna leave the kitchen pyromaniacs to burn everything down.”

Aware that the nickname was intended to describe the people in the group who were bad at cooking, Mark and Jisung just sent a glare towards Donghyuck.

“Wait, wait!” Pulling out his phone, Jaemin quickly shot a selfie, ensuring that all bodies were in the frame, “Cheese!”

“Hey, Nana, I wasn’t ready!”

The rest of the time waiting for the Purge to officially begin flew by quickly. You and your friends spent that time eating some snacks, playing Mario Kart, filming questionable TikToks, taking thousands of selfies (much to everyone but yours’ disappointment), and just talking about the juiciest gossip or sitting in silence.

“May God be with you all.” And with that, the Purge had officially commenced. After the announcement was made, Jaemin sneakily played a horror movie. Most of you tried to swallow your fear down.

For the first three hours, it was fun. You guys finished the movie, after a bit of screaming, panicking and gripping onto each other with strength as if you were stuck to one another with gorilla glue. and listened to a guitar performance from Mark and Donghyuck. You wouldn’t be surprised if they decided to start a two man band, uploading their songs on Youtube or Soundcloud, dropping out of university and quitting their jobs to rise to stardom.

The group had also roasted each other often, played songs on Just Dance, ate and drank lots, and played beer pong (well, only Mark, Jeno, Donghyuck, Renjun and Chenle, the rest of you couldn’t be bothered or didn’t like beer).

“Gooooo whoever wins,” You slurred out, lazily draped on the couch. Jaemin just raised his cup of coke, “Yeah Jeno Lee!!”

At the mention of his name, the boy turned to the two of you on the couch, sending both of you a wink. You felt blood rush to your cheeks.

Seeing your reaction, Jaemin snapped his fingers, making you look at his direction curiously. “What the heck is that for?”

“Hey (Y/N), that look in your eye is telling me something.” At his comment, you scrunched your eyes, which never left Jeno’s figure, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, either someone has a little crush on my best friend, or you just got a lady boner from that wink alone.”

Jaemin received a light push from you, making him almost fall off of the couch, “Hey! Don’t touch the art, (Y/N)! Haven’t they ever told you in galleries to not touch the art?”

“Honestly, you seem like more of a kindergarteners’ finger painting during art class.” You shifted your position on the couch to face the boy who was resurfacing from the floor, “But I don’t know. I think maybe I do like him, just a little though, like last time.”

Jaemin just eyed you weirdly, “You think?”

Before you could respond, you all were met with and engulfed with darkness. The power was shut down, confusing your whole group, especially Chenle who was a mix of confused and frustrated.

Everyone started panicking, your voices overlapping each other’s.

“Jesus!” “I’m not Jesus, stop whacking me!” You could hear Mark whining.

“Where are you guys?!” “Ow, stop touching my hair, it’s sensitive and I styled it especially good today!”

“Sorry, but who cares?! Worry more about whoever just hacked the fucking protection system, I don’t want to die!” Was that Renjun or Chenle?

“We’re not going to die! We’ll beat their ass, we have a Jeno for a reason.” Now that definitely was Chenle’s voice.

“Okay, first of all, I think we need to calm the fuck down.” Donghyuck wisely suggested, opting to remain calm after a few seconds of panicking himself, “(Y/N), please turn on the flash on your phone.”

Doing as told, the bright light almost blinded everyone in the room.

”How about we stick together and find out who just did this?” Before any of you could answer Mark’s suggestion, there were several bangs and yells coming from the outside of the house’s protection system. You could hear the security walls start to break.

“I’m not gonna be surprised if they’re just teens in high school with a petty grudge,” Jeno muttered to you, receiving a snort and look of amusement from you.

Jaemin shrugged, “I doubt the security system is gonna work anymore, I think I agree with Mark. Better to have us all there to go against the group.”

After a few seconds of silence and shooting glances at each other, there was a silent agreement made to go out and fight whoever was trying to get in.

The eight of you packed your bags full of essential necessities just in case you seven had to go run off and leave the house until the sun rose up again.

As quietly as possible, you all made your way to the front door, Mark standing the nearest to the door.

“Dude, you’re gonna have to open the door,” Donghyuck gestured to the door knob, “We’re right behind you.”

Looking at every single one of you, Mark sighed, and reluctantly opened the door.... only for him to gasp in shock and disturbance.

“What?” Jisung was next to speak up, “Wh, what happened?”

Although his mouth was open, Mark couldn’t utter any words out, choosing to simply point out where he was facing.

Being the second at the front, Renjun decided to take a look for himself, backing away at the sight that was in front of him. “There’s only one dead body.”

This was alarming. Wasn’t there several yells and banging earlier? It sounded like there was more than one person outside, but no one came to ambush you guys when the door was opened. You were only greeted with a dead body to the door, was it a message of sorts from someone?

“I dunno if we should stay here any longer,” You furrowed your brows, “Is this some sort of warning? The security system’s not working anymore, either.”

“Someone definitely hacked into it,” Chenle grit his teeth, “I think we should go out. I’d rather not have this house be demolished if we stayed longer.”

“But what if people just wanna use this place?” At Jeno’s question, Chenle blinked.

“I’ll kick them out tomorrow, then. I’ll hire some people to help me with the cleaning and recovery.” The boy batted his eyelashes, cool and collected.

Mark spoke up next, “Alright, then. Hands up if you wanna go out.”

Majority of hands were raised, save for a reluctant Donghyuck, Renjun and Jisung.

The first two, seeing that the majority raised their hands, mirrored their actions, but Jisung remained firm in his decision.

“Jisung?” At Chenle’s call, the boy in question looked at the floor, “I’m… I’m scared. What if-”

“Jisung, if anything happens, we’ll all be here to protect you.” You gently placed a hand on his shoulder, tossing the younger a reassuring smile.

Waiting for the boy’s final decision, he raised his hand after a few seconds, “You guys better protect me.”

“Of course!” Squishing the youngest boy’s cheeks, Jaemin cooed, “Anything for our baby!” “Hey, let go of me!”

The next thing you eight knew, each of you were walking aimlessly on the street, opting to simply just go forward. Houses would pass, but there would always be something off about them. Something inside you told you to be careful, but maybe it was just anxiety kicking in.

Noticing your uneasy expression, Jeno gently placed a hand on your shoulder, “(Y/N), you good?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” You weren’t. You had qualms about the journey. Wasn’t it better to stay in a different building rather than just roam around the now dangerous streets during Purge night?

But then again, you trusted your friends. There was a less likely chance of any of you dying if you stuck together, anyways.

Jisung, you and Renjun flinched upon hearing a woman yell in one of the houses, a man pleading for his life to be spared only for the sound of a gunshot to silence him. Jeno pulled you and Jisung further away from the house, an uncomfortable and disturbed expression plastered on everyone’s faces.

“Maybe it’s better we head off to the city. I doubt many people are gonna be there, and it’s safer than this nightmare of a suburban environment,” Mark suggested.

“We’re going the right way to the city, anyways,” Jaemin shrugged knowing his way around the streets, his eyes soon locking onto the massive green sign that read ‘CITY UP AHEAD’. The rest of the sign had evidently faded away with time. “Just keep going forward and we’ll be there soon.”

That was a lie. It took you around 30, almost 40 minutes just to simply get to the end of the suburban hell, not even the heart of the city.

Fortunately for you and your friend group, none of you got ambushed, hiding whenever groups of people were storming around and looking for blood, and ignoring nonchalantly (read: guiltily) cries for help as adults were being hunted down like a deer in the woods.

The only sounds, save for the cries for help, gunshots and such resounding through the air were eight pairs of footsteps, and the crunch of the crackers that Donghyuck and Renjun were eating.

The pairs of footsteps only halted upon the unusual sound of a little kid’s cries, the eight of you turning to each other with confused and concerned expressions. Although your group decided that the ‘every group for themselves’ rule was to be implemented, you couldn’t ignore a child’s calls for help, so you hid behind a nearby wall.

Taking a peek at the comotion, Jaemin snapped his head back to the rest of you, whispering “Little girl, her mom’s dead and there’s a weird biker gang surrounding her. They look like they’re on drugs, not gonna lie?”

“And how do you know that?” Chenle questioned, “Kidding, kidding. What should we do?”

“I.. I dunno.” You kept looking at each other, ultimately deciding to stay quiet and see how the scene would play out.

“Why… Why mommy?” The little girl stood tall, fear evident in her eyes.

One of the men spoke up, trying to appear intimidating with his studded leather jacket, “You see, kid, your mommy owed us money, but she never paid it back and tried to run away from us by leaving the city with you.”

The child, although confused, looked up at the guy who spoke up, “That’s not nice of her, but you’re not nice. You hurt her!” You watched as the group simultaneously laughed, towering the girl and staring her down, their shadows covering her frightened figure.

“Mommy,” The little girl whimpered, “Please wake up. Please save me.”

“Your mommy can’t save you anymore,” A gruff voice tried to poorly imitate the young girl, “She’s dead, and you will be, too.”

“No!” Running towards the gang without thinking, Mark hit who he assumed to be the leader of the gang on the head, the loud clunk sound of the metallic bat’s collision with the guy’s head bouncing through the air.

You, Jaemin, Jeno, Donghyuck and Jisung were the next to move and join the brawl. Luckily, there weren’t that many in the gang and Donghyuck was able to do most of the work, lighting some gang members on fire as you avoided the burning figures.

“What are you waiting for?!” Jisung yelled out towards Renjun and Chenle, Mark moving past the former and pushing the child in yours and Jeno’s direction, “Please take care of her for me, make sure she doesn’t see much of what’s going on!”

“You sure?” “We’ll take care of it!” Jaemin answered for Mark.

“Okay,” You breathed out, holding onto the little hands of the girl, “Hi there, what’s your name?” Smiling shakily, you tried to hide the visible fear in your voice in order to distract the little girl from the violent scene.

“Yuri,” The girl responded, still evidently in tears. You locked eyes with Jeno, who simply looked back at you calmly and smiled at the girl, “That’s a nice name.”

In yours and Jeno’s stead, Renjun and Chenle took care of the rest of the members, the latter almost getting beat up by one if it weren’t for Renjun chopping his head off.

One of the members, a scrawny one who was clearly angered, screeched, “You killed our leader, jackass!”

Donghyuck’s eyes widened at the sound, turning to Mark who had his back turned to the angered guy, “Mark! Watch out!”

Looking behind him at the sound of Donghyuck’s voice, Mark took his eyes off of his opponents. To you and your friends’ horror, this led to the older boy getting stabbed in the heart.

Chenle croaked, “No!” before avenging Mark by shooting the gang members around him, anger overtaking his body.

Before Mark’s body could fall to the ground, Donghyuck caught him, evidently traumatised as the rest of you.

You and Jeno didn’t look back, trying to distract the girl with conversations, but you both could easily assume what had just occurred.

“Wake up, Melk,” Donghyuck cried out, “Malk. Mark. Get up. I’m sorry. Please don’t tell me I got you killed.”

“You didn’t kill me, I just di...didn’t look properly,” The older one shook his head gently, wincing at the pain.

Jaemin and Jisung had killed off the last remaining members with more drive, not wanting any more of their friends to be injured.

Carrying Yuri behind his back, Jeno followed behind you to go see Mark, “We’ll get you patched up, dude. We’ll go to the nearest hospital, a-and-”

“It’s the Purge. No sane hospital would be open,” Mark’s voice started getting quieter, as the rest of you surrounded his body.

“We, we could try ourselves!” Jisung spoke up, grabbing the rolls of bandages from his backpack. But that wouldn’t save Mark, and you knew it.

With the last bit of strength Mark had, he shook his head, “Stay here until I’m gone, that’s all I ask.”

Sniffles could be heard from the majority of you, tears threatening to or already have escaped.

“Okay.” Jaemin nodded, holding Mark’s hand softly.

“I don’t really like saying this cheesy stuff, but… I love you guy...s…” Before the oldest boy could continue his sentence, his body had tensed, then fell limp.

After a few seconds of attempting to process his death, Jisung softly called out, “Mark?”

“He’s gone,” Yuri commented, crying as she was reminded of her own mom, “But he’s up there, I’m sure. He loves you, so he’ll… he’ll protect you.”

The little child’s words hit harder for the rest of you, silently mourning for your now deceased friend.

Unlike the stories where people who are selected by authors in other stories to die get to say goodbye, Mark’s body being eternally asleep meant that his goodbyes would never come to physical fruition.

Donghyuck sucked in a long breath, standing still at the sight of one of his best friends’ dead bodies. You’d never seen him look so distant.

You all stood for a few minutes in silence, ignoring the sounds of distant cars, gunshots, and cries for help echoing through the streets as all pairs of eyes laid upon Mark’s unmoving corpse.

“Come on,” Jeno's voice was quiet as if he was whispering, voice cracking at the end, “Let’s not die here. Mark would’ve wanted us to—“

“What the fuck do you know?” Chenle uncharacteristically barked, storming up to a surprised Jeno, “He’s not here to tell us—“

“Chenle...” Jisung grabbed hold of his closest friend to prevent any fights, “Jeno’s right. Mark’s selfless and would prefer his death not be in vain.”

Although his head was down, you could see tears sliding down the second youngest boy’s face. “Fi... fine.”

And so, the trek onwards to find a hideout was continued. With one last silent goodbye, you all left your dear friend Mark.

Silence followed the group, no one wanting to speak. Not even the usually cheerful when bad things happen friends wanted to speak, save for Mark who couldn't speak anymore. Some needed more time to let today’s events sink in, while some were just mourning the losses and terrified if anyone was next. In your case, it was the former.

Was Mark watching you guys from above with God? He was a good, devoted Christian who believed in God, so you hoped he was welcomed to the afterlife regardless of your own religion and beliefs. He didn’t even get to confess to the girl he liked, Mina, or make a whole album with Taeyong as promised.

Mark died too young, and his downfall was from his own heroism.

After only a minute, Yuri got bored of being carried by Jeno, so she opted to get off. You watched as she wrapped her small left hand around your right, and her right hand around Jeno’s left, which made the two of you smile at the subtle yet cute action.

“We’ll be okay,” You breathed out, “Mark will be watching over us, like a guardian angel.”

“Remember when we all thought that Lucas was some sort of fallen angel, because Mark saw the scratches on his back?” Jeno scoffed at the memory, Donghyuck laughing as he overheard your conversation, “One night stands are really something.”

“What’s a one night stand?” Yuri curiously asked, looking over to Donghyuck who froze at both the question and the glare you and Jeno sent towards the poor boy.

Jaemin turned around , “Ignore what he said, uh… what’s your name?” “Yuri.” “What a lovely name for a sweet girl.” Jaemin complimented, showing his smile that was akin to a bunny. His compliment made Yuri smile back at him bashfully.

Hearing hurried footsteps behind you, the group turned around only to see your teacher from your last period in front of you.

He stopped a few metres away from you eight, to the point you couldn’t see his face.

“Mr Lee?” Although he had the same last name as Mark, Donghyuck and Jeno, Sooman Lee was not related to the three whatsoever. Renjun‘s face scrunched into one of confusion, “What brings you here?”

“I-I just wanted to warn you guys,” Stammering, Mr. Lee’s expression was concerned and frightened, but none of you could see that.

The whole group however could see the shiny metal that he was holding in his hand, alarming you all. In his other hand, he held another object, but you couldn’t identify what it was.

Crouching down, you and Jeno shifted to face the only child of the group in an attempt to distract her from what could transpire soon and to shield her from the commotion.

“Fuck,” You heard someone mutter from behind you, “I’m nearsighted.”

“Warn us?” Donghyuck stepped closer, suspicious about the teacher, “About what?”

Mr. Lee stepped back, “About, uh, who’s coming.”

“Oh yeah?” Finding his confidence being brought back by Donghyuck’s actions, Renjun stepped closer, “And how do we know this isn’t a plot to kill us, sir?”

“Come on,” Mr. Lee frowned, “Your friend Mark’s my star student. Why should I kill you all?”

“More like why shouldn’t you?” Chenle countered, joining Renjun and Donghyuck, “It’s the purge tonight, and we’re very aware of how you don’t like some of us. We‘re not stupid.”

“Wait, I’ll give you proof!” Mr. Lee cried out, only to make the mistake of dashing closer to the group.

Mr. Lee quickly found himself on the floor, being beaten by his students, yelping out for help.

Renjun sniggered cruelly, “Do you really think someone’s gonna save you tonight? Society is selfish, weren’t you the one to tell us just weeks ago that sometimes the world can be an eat or be eaten environment?”, eliciting a chuckle from Donghyuck, Chenle and Jaemin.

Jisung suddenly stopped kicking the poor old man, his stone cold expression contorting into one of shock.

Jaemin looked towards the younger boy’s direction, obviously confused as to why he stopped, “Jisungie? What’s wrong?”

“That’s not a weapon.” The youngest boy’s words caught everyone’s attention, the older man’s suffering halted, “He’s holding a flashlight. Shaped like a knife to scare people off.”

Everyone let Jisung’s words sink in, feeling dread and horror in their guts.

“I was trying to say that there’s a big threat coming for you guys,” Mr. Lee cautioned, his voice suddenly rough, “I wasn’t sure about it, until I saw it with my own eyes. And then I got caught by them, then chased.”

“I’m so, so sorry,” Renjun bit his lips, “Who? Who’s after us?”

“It’s...” hesitant to say, Mr. Lee was cut off by the sound of several gunshots.

Your former teacher was shot in the head numerous times by an unidentifiable figure in a dark green van zooming past your group.

“Holy shit,” Donghyuck gasped, “Did- did he just die right in front of us?”

“He did.” Confirming, Jaemin appeared to be in a daze.

Besides you, Jeno and Yuri, who were still talking, the rest of the group just stood in silence, save for Renjun who dropped to his knees with blood splatters stained on his shirt and dripping down his chin.

“Wait, do you guys hear that weird motorcycle sound?” Chenle stopped, confused, which in turn made the rest of you stop.

The sound that Chenle pointed out was only roaring louder, until a gunshot rang in the air. Panicked screams resounded through the street, Yuri losing her grip on you as she was shot. One of the gang members from earlier had survived, although he was rapidly losing blood.

Jeno started shooting at the perpetrator, the latter losing control of his vehicle and creating a large streak of blood to paint the street..

“Yuri, hey, hey, stay with us, please-” Her eyes shut with an almost sad smile on her face, which pained you even more.

You all stood in silence, unsure of what to do once again. Another life lost on this dreadful night.

That was, until Jaemin’s voice cut through the air like a knife. “Chenle?”

“Yeah?” “Burn them all, just to make sure they’re all dead.” “...Okay.” The next thing you all knew, a group of bodies burned in front of your own eyes, feeling lucky that the rest of you only suffered minor injuries such as bruises, cuts and almost broken bones.

“Let’s…” Taking his gaze off from the burning bodies, Renjun turned his back to you all, “Let’s keep going. For them.”

The warm night suddenly felt so cold with the knowledge that you’d just lost two people, not expecting to be forced out into the dangerous city. But the 7 of you tried to keep on a brave face, wordlessly strolling down the street to a bridge nearby.

Chenle nudged you, offering a bottle of water. “Thanks,” Taking the water bottle, you were quick to gulp down half of it’s contents.

“I really don’t want any more of us to die.” Jisung spoke, with the rest of you silently agreeing.

Jaemin and Renjun, who were at the front, suddenly halted to a stop, confusing the rest of you.

“Wha...” Jisung paused, clutching onto his bat with a disturbed look full of disbelief, “Isn’t that Daseul?”

Ah, Renjun’s... strange ex. Maybe that was too nice of a word to describe her, actually. She was kind natured at first, but around a month later, she became a more possessive girlfriend, initially manipulating him successfully, only for the rest of you to help him out and see straight.

The girl in question was hunched over, but her head snapped to your direction upon hearing footsteps.

“Renjun?” Daseul blinked, not believing her eyes, “Jisung, Donghyuck, Chenle, Jaemin, (Y/N), Jeno,” She acknowledged each of you, her eyes glazing on the people she’d mentioned.

“What are you doing here?” Chenle scoffed with an obvious distaste, gently pushing Renjun behind him.

“I got separated from my group a few minutes ago...” Daseul started off, looking back to the river, “We were being chased by a bunch of psycho teenagers, I dunno where the rest went.” Something felt off. Maybe it was her unusually calm demeanour.

At the end of the bridge however, Renjun, Jaemin and you spotted a few dead bodies, but refused to say a word yet.

“You sure about that,” Jaemin mumbled under his breath, making you snort.

“How long has it been since you left me, Junjun?” Daseul pouted, pulling out a knife from under her skirt and twirling it. There was blood on the blade. Well, shit.

You all watched as the girl suddenly turned to your party, eyes holding no warmth or fear whatsoever. She gripped the knife tightly, making you all prepare or whatever would happen next with your own weapons.

Your group outnumbered her, it was gonna be fine.

“Please Daseul, put down the knife.” Renjun was crazy for trying to talk down his psycho ex, but it worked.

Dropping the knife, she calmly walked over to a confused Renjun who was now being backed up into the ledge of the bridge.

Daseul then pushed him off the bridge before any of you could intervene, leaving him to drown in the waters below.

The rest of you stood in shock, Donghyuck acting the quickest, ”I’ll go save him! You guys deal with this bitch!”

“Gladly,” You hissed with fury, ready to beat the girl to death. Renjun didn’t deserve this treatment.

Discarding his flame thrower onto the cold pavement under his feet, Donghyuck jumped into the water, Jaemin carefully watching him.

Kicking the girl’s knife away, you stormed alongside Jeno, Chenle and Jisung to apprehend the suddenly nervous girl. Her screaming and kicking wasn’t able to save her now, and you only had apathy for this girl’s safety.

“Fuck!” Jaemin’s voice sounded as if he was in pain while he cried out, making you four pause, “Hyuck drowned... the current was too rough and pulled him in.”

Silence followed. Nobody made a move.

But not a single soul complained when Jeno harshly slammed Daseul’s head onto the concrete, leaving a faint blood stain on the hard surface. No one also complained when the boy threw her off the bridge to fall and die on the concrete below the bridge.

“Finally,” Chenle huffed whilst wiping away sweat, trying to process the third death of the night in the group, “That bitch deserved it.”

“Agreed.” You nodded, looking at your friends for any injuries, “You guys doing okay?”

You only got three nods from Jeno, Jisung and Chenle.

“Jaemin? You ok—“ His body slumped to the ground, an indifferent expression on his face, but there was something in his eyes that he was clearly hiding.

“What happened? Is it Donghyuck? Or Ren...” Jisung questioned Jaemin, who simply responded by weakly pointing to where Renjun and Donghyuck supposedly were.

The rest of you stared at one another with anxiety, slowly making your way over to the side of the bridge.

There was a sense of horror that filled the four of you, realising on the opposite pathway to the one where the girl’s body laid, was Renjun Huang’s dead body. Only the river stream where Donghyuck’s body was separated their pathways.

Donghyuck had died in vain, and Renjun had missed the river, falling on the surface with his neck snapped and blood pooling around his body.

All five of you who remained teared up at the ludicrous losses. What made you so confident that you were gonna be okay?

It suddenly occurred to you that Renjun, Donghyuck and Mark would never be able to see their families again. They would never have the chance to say goodbye, just as they weren’t able to say goodbye to you.

Taking the flame thrower with him, Chenle’s eyes that were usually filled with warmth began to appear colder and distant, like a flame being extinguished.

“The only way to go is to go forward, we won’t find another place if we just stay here or go back and die,” Jisung muttered. Was it really worth it to go outside? Would similar events have occurred, had you decided to stay at Chenle’s home?

Coming to the conclusion that Jisung was right, you all slowly trekked forward. You could only hope there weren't any more houses with screams erupting from inside, or buildings with top notch security.

At least your hope this time didn’t fail you. Many houses were empty, although numerous of them were definitely broken into, however it only took your group less than 15 minutes to find an area with buildings that weren’t broken into.

Your group of five decided to pick the building in the middle of the buildings that weren’t broken into, believing it to be wise.

“Fucking finally,” Chenle let out a sigh of relief, all five of you standing in front of a safe looking warehouse. It wasn’t too big, and had only one floor, maybe a few rooms but that was alright with all of you.

“Dibs not going in first,” raising your hands, Jisung, Jeno and Chenle were quick to follow.

Slow to react, Jaemin hissed, “Every single one of you are so childish.” And yet, he still went into the building first, gripping onto his guns tightly in case you all collectively chose the wrong building to stay in.

Letting out an alarmed cry, Jisung seemingly swatted air away from his face, making you all turn to him worriedly, “What? What?”

“I thought I saw a cockroach,” Jisung frantically looked around the room, receiving looks of annoyance or eyerolls from the rest of you.

Turning on the light, the warehouse seemed to be in good shape. You could safely assume by your own observation that this building was used recently before the purge tonight.

Jeno’s voice echoed, turning around to Jisung, “See? There’s nothing wrong with the building, no need to worry.”

For the next few minutes, you all sat on the floor against a large crate, completely worn out, empty yet traumatised. That was until you heard the sound of the door opening, you five scrambling up as soon as it was heard.

The five of you pulled out your weapons, aiming it at the door and waiting for the person or group to enter.

Chenle tried turning on the flamethrower, but the gas had already run out, so he threw the device on the floor and pointed his shotgun towards whoever entered the building.

“What are you guys doing here?” Turning around at the familiar yet unfamiliar voice, the five of you jumped, some even yelping in surprise.

“Wait,” Chenle smiled genuinely, but you could see his eyes still somewhat looked empty, “Sicheng!”

Sicheng and his friends, the ones from earlier, had found you guys. Their eyes lit up in recognition, pulling your whole group in for a hug.

“Oh my god,” Jisung groaned, “I thought we were done for. But to answer your question, we were attacked at home, and tried to find another good place to hide for the rest of the Purge.”

“Yikes, sorry to hear that,” Xiaojun hissed, his expression appearing as if he were hurt himself. Kun furrowed his brows, “There’s more of you, right? Mark, Renjun, Donghyuck?”

The five of you went silent, looking away from your other friends.

“Dead,” Jaemin simply responded, Hendery placing a hand on his shoulder empathetically. “Sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t apologise, not your fault,” You waved them off, still visibly affected.

Jeno spoke next, “Why are you guys here?”

“It’s one of our hideouts,” Ten’s voice was smooth, “You guys can continue to stay here, if you'd like.”

“Really?” “Of course! We’re all friends, aren’t we?” Taking a quick glance at you, Ten’s welcoming smile never wavered.

Out of your little group of five, Jisung felt as if something was wrong with his smile. But then again, maybe it was just paranoia after losing Renjun, Mark and Donghyuck, the youngest thought to himself.

“Mmm, let’s go get some more supplies at the back,” nudging Ten, Sicheng’s eyes quickly flitted to your figure before turning back to the older guy. Not that any of you noticed.

“Wait,” Ten had a hint of a smirk on his face, “I think we need one more person to help carry it. Not like it’s heavy, but there’s too much stuff at the back for just us two to carry.”

“Oh, I can help,” you suggested, walking over to the males needing assistance with their items.

Sharing a look with Sicheng before turning back to you, Ten nodded, “Come on, then. Thanks for the help.”

“Yeah, thanks.” Sicheng turned his back to you, walking over to the room next to the one you were currently standing in. You and Ten followed him.

“If I can ask,” Ten spoke up once you three were in the other room, “How did you end up losing your other friends?”

“Mark tried to protect a little girl from a gang that killed them both, Renjun got pushed off a bridge by his ex and Donghyuck drowned trying to save him.” Your expression remained indifferent, but Ten was aware that you were hurting inside. Your eyes couldn’t lie.

Ten hummed, “The real monsters are humans. Humans are the worst kinds of monsters you can meet.”

“Yeah, definite-” Pausing at the lack of people beside you, the sight of Sicheng reaching out for you made you scream.

In the other room, your friends jumped up at the sound of your fear.

“(Y/N)!” Jeno reached out to you, only to freeze at the sight of Yangyang, Lucas, Kun, Hendery and Xiaojun pointing guns at him, Jaemin, Jisung and Chenle.

Dragging you unceremoniously back to the original room, Sicheng held onto you firmly.

“What the hell is this?” Jaemin spat out, “Are you seriously gonna kill us?”

“Not if you comply with what I want.” Taking the silence that followed as a sign to continue, Ten smiled, “I want (Y/N)," Ten added simply, “And I’ll let the rest of you go if you let me.”

“No way in hell is our friend going with you-” Before the seething Chenle could continue, Xiaojun hit Chenle on the back of his head with the back of his gun firmly, making the rest of your friends gasp.

Knocking the gun away from Xiaojun’s hand, an angry Jisung tackled Xiaojun’s gun away and snatched it for himself, hitting Sicheng with it so that you were free to fight Hendery and Yangyang. As the rest of Ten’s friends were too caught up with their surprise, Jeno began fighting with Ten, Jaemin snatching the gun from Kun’s grasp and aiming his own handguns at Ten.

“Shoot him! Now!” Your voice rang out, making Jaemin shoot with confidence.

Everyone had stopped fighting to see the result, a tense silence filling the air.

Suddenly, Jeno’s body dropped to the ground with a loud thud, Jaemin’s eyes wide in horror.

The gun shots had missed Ten, instead making its way to Jeno’s back.

Chenle closed his eyes, hoping this was a dream.

“I told you I was a more accurate shooter.” Jeno chuckled almost bitterly upon recalling a memory of his and Jaemin learning how to shoot, “Rather than a backstabber, you’re a backshooter, Jaem,”

Knowing his best friend was only trying to ease the guilt with some poorly timed humour, Jaemin grit his teeth, “This isn’t fucking funny, Jeno.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” Jeno then met your eyes. Had you always looked this beautiful? “Just kick their asses for me, won't you?”

“Gladly.” you responded immediately, gripping your knife tightly. Yeah, you always did. Concluding in his mind, Jeno started to succumb to his injuries.

And with that, the light in his eyes faded, entrusting you four would make it out alive. Unlike him.

“No…” Chenle whispered, failing to walk forward as he was getting held back by Lucas.

Ten blinked in an attempt to process what had just occurred. Suddenly, he let out a boisterous laugh only to receive a dirty look from the four of your original group. “This could’ve all been avoided, had you simply chosen to give (Y/N) to me. So, (Y/N), are you gonna come with me?”

“She’s not going with you, dipshit,” Jaemin hissed, evidently ready to shoot as he pointed the handgun at Ten.

You made the split quick to give yourself up, not wanting any more deaths to occur, “Jaemin, no-”

The boy in question then shot an unsuspecting Yangyang on the foot, Xiaojun shooting your friend through the head in response. Sicheng helped Yangyang get in the car to treat the younger’s injuries, grunts of pain escaping the latter.

“No!” Jisung wailed, struggling in Hendery’s grasp until the cock of a gun was heard.

Jisung and Chenle were being held like before, but this time at gunpoint. Their weapons were taken away during the brawl, leaving them with only bruises and cuts on their faces to accompany the traumas of today.

“(Y/N), don’t give in!” Jisung yelled out, not caring that his voice was cracking, “It’s okay, just run and-”

You turned to Ten, an indifferent expression on your face. “If I do go with you, would you let them go?”

He nodded, the now eerie smile never leaving his face.

“Then I’ll go,” You walked over to the male vying for your love, “Willingly, if you set them free. They’re only kids, Ten. Please.”

Ten wouldn’t admit it outloud, but the fact that your voice when pleading almost sounded as if you were about to burst into tears made him almost feel bad for what you had just gone through. Considering that he only cared for a very small number of people, you included, it wasn’t surprising that he genuinely cared for you.

“Lucas. Hendery.” A call of their name was all it took for the two to let your remaining friends go, “And all of you, don’t follow them. You two, I’m sure you know how to get out.”

“I don’t want to.” Chenle scowled, his eyes only softening when you looked at him.

You shook your head, standing your ground, “Lele. I can’t afford to lose more of you, we already lost five of us for good.”

“But-” “Please. Just go.” With a sorrowful glance tossed your way, Jisung dragged a reluctant Chenle out onto the dangerous streets. You could only hope it was better that they were out there than trapped in this hell.

You turned back to the obsessive stranger, and former friend, “Thanks for sparing them, I guess.”

“Well, they made it easier for them,” Ten shrugged nonchalantly, “Let’s get goi-”

“Wait!” At your commanding tone, he stopped, a glint of curiosity visible on his features.

“Could I… at least say goodbye to my parents?” You didn’t want them involved in this mess, so you decided it was better to part ways. Or at least ask.

“Right! Of course! I mean, I was gonna surprise you by meeting them. Kun, could you escort them out?”

They were here this entire time? You furrowed your brows.

Kun pushed two familiar people out of their car, Ten giving the disgusted and tied up duo a hug, “My in-laws! Lovely to see you.”

Taking a step back in disbelief, you shifted your focus to your parents, “Why are they…”

“Oh, sweetheart, they’re the ones that gave you to me, seriously. Even before this year’s Purge!” Cutting you off, he chimed happily slinging an arm around you, “They made a deal with me, that you could be mine forever when the Purge began.”

You looked to Ten’s other friends, who remained calm but happy for their friend. Was there anyone you could really trust here?

You snapped your attention to the two stiff figures that Ten let go of, “You sold me out? Seriously?”

No response. Just downcasted expressions, finding the floor to be the most interesting object in the room.

“I cared for you!” The ‘I love you’ that you wanted to say along with your goodbyes was gone the minute you understood what they had done. “I was worried for you!”

A feeling of bitterness enveloped you, cold eyes staring into two regretful ones. Could you honestly blame them? Truthfully, everyone actively participating in the purge was selfish. You and your friends were selfish to ignore people’s cries of help earlier, scared to die. Just as your parents were.

“But you fucking betrayed me.” “We didn-“ “Ah ah ah.” Wagging a finger, Ten smiled, “Remember what we discussed, my dear in-laws.” His name for your parents almost made you recoil in disgust, had it not been for the terrible revelation of betrayal you had just been provided with.

Yangyang huffed in the car, impatience filling him, “Can we just quit the stalling?”

“Yeah, yeah, okay. Lucas, Hendery, take care of my in-laws, won’t you?” Ten questioned sweetly, tilting his head.

At least they were safe as I wished earlier. You sighed, only to shriek in horror when the two shot your parents in the head.

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” Ten rolled his eyes, evidently not phased by the events yet still annoyed that his plan didn’t go through as expected.

Your wails of mourning for your parents were loud enough for other people besides the group surrounding you to hear. Too bad that they either didn’t care, or were too loyal to their friend to help.

“Anyways,” With a snap of his fingers, Ten gushed fondly at the sight of you now restrained by 3 of his friends, “Let’s go home now darling, I know you’ll be exhausted after crying. I’ve seen you cry yourself to sleep before?”

Upon the realisation that he had been stalking you, your jaw dropped. “Fucking sick psychos!” You attempted to squirm out of Xiaojun, Kun and Yangyang’s grasp, “Let me go, damnit!”

“Can I, like, shut your girlfriend up with tape?” Xiaojun fumed, almost getting whacked in the head by you.

Ten shook his head, “Let her scream as much as she wants, she’ll grow out of it soon enough. What a bratty attitude?”

What did Ten mean, bratty? He literally killed two of your close friends, and your parents. Although the latter pair betrayed you, it didn’t mean you didn’t love or care for them. How were you supposed to be okay with that?

“What the fuck,” You cried out, failing to process everything that had occurred tonight, “Why? Are you gonna torture me or some fucked up shit?”

The obsessed male in front of you playfully frowned, “Of course not! You must be joking with me, I love you too much to hurt you.”

“You hurt- no, killed my friends and parents. I’m not gonna be surprised if I’m next.” Ensuring that you were going into the backseat of the large car that your parents came out from, Yangyang pressed a cloth to your nose and mouth, making you yell before slumping into your sleep.

“Sleeping beauty could never.” Ten crooned to his love, caressing your cheeks and shifting your position so that you were sleeping in the best position. Yangyang cringed at the sight of affection, gagging, but the older boy paid him no mind.

Hendery was next to chime in, hopping into the driver’s seat, “The Purge always makes me feel so alive. Especially tonight!”

“Yeah, but then once it’s over we have to clean all this blood and dirt off our clothes, nails, hair,” Yangyang scoffed at Kun’s lack of enthusiasm, “Bro, you’re such a real vibe killer.”

“I think we’ve got everyone inside.” Counting quickly again, Lucas hummed, making Ten smile grow.

“Let’s hit the road, then.”

“Ten,” “Hmm?” “Curious, but you don’t have to tell us,”

Sicheng pauses, “But what made (Y/N) so different from the girls and guys that you’ve been with? Actually, what made you like her?”

What did make him like you in the first place?

Ah, right, it was back in your first year of university.

Ten had accidentally pulled an all-nighter, making deals and helping Kun’s business flourish. Insomnia didn’t help him, so the boy simply opted to study for a bit until boredom took over him, and he switched to painting until the sun had already risen.

You had noticed for the past week that Ten, someone who had become your friend through a mutual friend, had heavy eye bags under his eyes and a look that just screamed ‘Shoot me now’. Despite his extremely tired appearance, Ten didn’t hesitate to help tutor you in your worst subject two days ago, so that made you decide to bring him Americano. Even if that meant going out of your way to get the drink, disregarding the rain and your lack of umbrella as you had forgotten to bring one.

“I can’t tell whether I’ve become delusional, or you’re actually wet as fuck.” As a response, Ten received a grin from you.

“The latter. Now that’s some wet ass—“ “Yangyang’s starting to rub on you, huh?” Ten shifted his gaze to the liquid that you bought, “Thanks a lot, (Y/N).” Usually, he was good with words, but he couldn’t bring himself to find the right words whenever he was graced with your presence lately.

Right, that’s the damned day that his infatuation began.

As for Jisung and Chenle, your hopes were right - they were physically okay, alive, but traumatised from the events of the night.

“We should’ve stayed,” Gritting his teeth, Chenle kicked a small pebble away from him whilst walking. The reception was absolute shit, leaving him and Jisung unable to call for help. That is, if anyone would pick up. He felt guilt upon the realisation that he and Jisung would have to explain to Mark, Renjun, Donghyuck, Jaemin and Jeno’s families that they all died, and to yours that you were being held captive by a fucking lunatic.

“No, we would’ve died and she would have hated herself for losing us.” Jisung frowned, “Ten’s obsessed with her, but I doubt he would’ve killed her. There’s more of a chance for her to escape if we figure out a plan.” The younger knew that their friends who had died tonight would want them all alive and happy.

“What plan?!” Chenle stopped on the sidewalk of an unusually quiet street in the city, making his best friend stop. “There’s more of them, and less of us. We lost our strongest friends!”

Jisung turned to the older boy, “But we can at least fucking try, even if it doesn’t work!” Was he being too optimistic? Was he attempting to play the hero? Was it his fault he didn’t want to lose another friend?

Before Jisung or Chenle could continue their argument, the noise of a heavy vehicle coming their way made the two halt.

“Chenle? Jisung?”

Your eyes opened slowly, only for you to be met with an unfamiliar place. Clean marble floors, fancy white walls, a chandelier, a black round table filled with your favourite food.

Oh, and Ten sitting opposite you, his eyes never leaving yours, “Welcome home.” What. A. Creep.

You frowned, looking around, “This isn't my home.” Ten had never exhibited red flags to you, which honestly, kind of terrified you.

The man in front of you shrugged, “You’ll get used to it and call it your home, eventually.”

Noticing you were dressed in fancier, mature but not revealing clothing, you blinked. It looked like it was from a luxury brand.

“Like it? I designed it myself,” Taking a swig from the wine in his glass, his eyes finally looked away from you, “The best for my love.”

Ignoring his comment, you furrowed your brows, “You undressed me?” “Of course, but I didn’t do anything else without your consent.” He may have selfishly kidnapped you out of ‘love’, but he wasn’t pure evil.

You let out a small scoff, “Well, you didn’t get my consent to kill my friends, Ten.”

“Ouch.” He was evidently sarcastic, his expression looked almost bored, “You hurt me.”

“And you tied me up.” “You’d obviously escape.” He did have a point.

If you weren’t tied up nor kidnapped, this would've been a nice romantic dinner.

“Come on, free my hands so I can eat. Promise I won’t hurt you.” It was worth a try, but he shook his head, “I’ll feed you myself until I know you won’t be such a brat.”

“I deserve to be freed, considering I’ll be living here and you killed the majority of the people I love.” Seeing his expression slightly soften, you continued, “Please, Ten. I seriously won’t do anything.”

Humans really were monsters. Maybe this included you too for manipulating him.

Completely aware that you were lying, Ten hummed, pretending to be in thought about it. You were going to attack him, maybe even kill him (and maybe he’d let you try, in the future). The best of liars could often tell if a person was lying.

“Alright.” You perked up at Ten’s word, ignoring his lovesick smile you had quickly grown to despise, “I’ll let you go, my dearest.”

Whilst he untied you, you kept repeating ‘Thank you’s like a mantra, conjuring up a quick plan with the items around you. Once he finished, the obsessed male stepped back, but you stepped forward, pulling him into a hug.

Ten was surprised by the hug, to say the least, only to realise shortly that it was to put him at false ease. If he just ignored that realisation, he would’ve enjoyed your touch to the fullest.

You stepped back with a smile, before stepping towards the chair you had just been untied from. Hurriedly lifting the chair, you could hear the wooden chair breaking as you hit Ten’s body with the furniture.

Letting out a grunt, you began to run out of the room, trying to recall where the exit was. You didn’t even see Ten slowly stand up, but you could hear Ten calling for you, “You wanna play a game of hide and seek, brat? Fine then sweets, but know that I’ll be winning this time!”

Finding the door you entered from in front of you, your hands reached out for the knob… only to be pulled back by two pairs of hands, “Let go!” You were almost there! You were almost free!

“I’m sorry, but we can’t let you go.” It was Sungchan who spoke, and Shotaro was next to him. You recognised them as Chenle and Jisung’s close friends, they were in the same school level. You weren’t aware that they were close to Ten and his friends, though.

“No,” You started thrashing more in their grasp, trying to fight for your freedom, “Please, just let me go-”

“There you are, love!” Halting your actions, you instead became stiff and frozen. You lost his game that you never wanted to play.

“You can run,” Ten felt a smirk creep up his face, strolling over to you, “But you can’t hide.” If you asked him what he truly felt, he felt euphoric. He felt like the chase was a challenging game of cat and mouse that was going to inevitably lead to his victory; to you.

“What’s the point? Your new home is here, with me. I’ll give you everything you need.” Well, except for freedom to go out without permission or surveillance, but that was expected.

You gradually stopped struggling in Shotaro and Sungchan’s grasp, not bothered to put up a fight anymore. But you were curious if the two truly cared for their friends now revelling in freedom. Or so you hoped.

“If you two care about Chenle and Jisung,” You attempted to look them both in the eye, but they looked away at the mention of their friends. So they did care. “Then you’ll be glad to know they’re not dead, Ten freed them at my own freedom's expense.”

Sungchan shut his eyes, whereas Shotaro’s indifferent expression shifted into a guilty one.

“Let her go boys, I’ll take care of her.” Gladly, the pair let go of your arms and walked off, not wanting to face the source of their guilt for any longer.

“You know, your parents tried to keep you away from me.” The male in front of you huffed, “I told them that I would take you either way, and they wanted to just have more time with you.”

Your parents never betrayed you willingly. They were forced to, or Ten would have got to you sooner, even before the purge began. This thought lingered in your mind, bile threatening to rise up out of your throat as all the events from today and tonight sunk in. You didn’t struggle, after seeing your previous attempt at escaping was futile.

Cold, drained and exhausted eyes met warm, lovesick eyes. Well, moreso obsessive and possessive, but still filled with love for you. Where was the Ten Lee that was your friend, that you studied in the library with at times, complained about workloads and teachers about?

Ten was right. The true monsters are indeed humans, and that included him.

“You’re all mine,” He took your right hand and kissed it whilst ignoring your cries of protest, “And I’m all yours.”

In a bus were Chenle and Jisung, getting patched up by Taeil. They’d been found and picked up by Taeyong and his group just minutes ago.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Taeyong looked to the ceiling of the vehicle, not believing that people he knew were dead. Especially Mark and Donghyuck, who would hang out with their group from time to time.

Chenle winced whilst Taeil dabbed the antiseptic on a sensitive spot, but managed to still wave Taeyong off, “It’s fine, not your fault.”

Johnny, who regretted fighting with Mark as their last interaction ever, sat up from the seat he was laying in, “We’ll get back (Y/N). You know, I used to be childhood friends with Ten until he left. I didn’t think he’d turn out to become such a fucking psycho.”

“And Sicheng...” Yuta started off, still staring out the window, “Ever since he joined their friend group, I noticed he’s been a little... off, whenever I’d hang out with him recently, but I didn’t think he’d agree to do this type of shit. Neither did I expect Taro to do it.”

Jungwoo, who was in a similar boat as Yuta but with Sungchan instead of Sicheng or Shotaro, nodded in agreement as he took a drag from his cigarette.

“I don’t care if Ten wants her, she’s not anyone’s property. I refuse to let go and give up on a close friend.” Jisung hissed, eyes filled with a newfound sense of determination just like the others on this bus, “We’re getting her back and setting her free.”

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hyuckieslove · 2 years

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nct ot23 as unhinged things my friends have said (but there's no context)

author’s note — i'm not on hiatus anymore because i'm back home!! also credits to @purpletae95 for idea <3 also i have a pretty unhinged friend group and it shows

taeil: in my mind we're all retired 7th graders

johnny: do you have a bandaid? because i just scraped my knee falling for you *finger guns*

taeyong: spank me, slap me, choke me, bite me. - doja cat, 2021

yuta: Is it almost 2 am? yes. Should i make some half decent choices? yes. am i about to chug 7 monster energy drinks? yes.👅

doyoung: last i checked all i was was a deranged grandfather.

kun: FOR THE SAKE OF THE LAST BIT OF MY SANITY WHY ARE YOU THIS WAY?

ten: im sorting through my google drive and i think some had a grudge against me in the 6th grade. would i be considered petty if i hunted them down and made them explain? yes. will that stop me? no.

jaehyun: #glorioustrainpurpose

winwin: *moans in undead*

jungwoo: say hello to jimmy the upside down oreo :)

mark: help i just sent this to my classmate instead of the honors schedule :( fml

xiaojun: please start a rebellion against listening to a tiktok and burning me alive :(

lucas: I FOUND A BABY DUCK AND IT WENT "MEEP MEEP" AWW ITS SO CUTE IMMA DIE

hendery: cUfFeD JeAnSsSs yeeAAAAEHHDAKBSKADNP

renjun: tell a child their mother doesn't love them. that can mess a kid up, yk, for funsies!

jeno: im babysitting a 2 yr old on like 17 pixy stix rn but is this nowhere near the hyperactivity i deal with when im with you guys -_-

haechan: i am that bitch, been that bitch, still that bitch, will forever be that bitch, in the kindest way possible, suck my dick <3

jaemin: i am now 15% caffeine. why? i cannot disclose that information.

yangyang: there's no free mint in the urinal :( someone else ate it before me >:(

shotaro: can ur shoe have rlly weird dreams and tell you about it?

sungchan: do crabs think fish can fly? like are fish like birds to crabs

chenle: i shall chop off thy calfs

jisung: m i n c r ä f t o o

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yutahoes · 3 years

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“You cannot spell BEAUTY without YUTA, let that sink in.”

- Me to myself when I refuse to acknowledge Yuta’s charm

“Yuta looks like an anime character.”

- Czennies everywhere

Hi everyone. It’s me again, Nina. Here to give you a glimpse of a project causing me great stress and happiness. This was supposed to be a collab call but the time is limited so I’ll just take the fall myself if this flops.

To celebrate our Anime Boy’s twenty-sixth birthday on the twenty-sixth of October, I present to you twenty-six stories based on anime, manga, or live-action J-dorama.

(Please note that these animes, mangas, or dramas are some that I enjoyed watching or reading or something that the internet says reminds them of our anime boy. I might be pushing some concepts but please, let it slip. Hehe. Also, some of the stories are from an episode in the anime or inspired by that anime or a character so if you spot some similarities, they are indeed similar.)

October 1: HATSUKOI

inspired by the anime Wotaku ni Koi wa Muzukashii soccer coach! Yuta Nakamoto and history teacher! Y/N feat soccer captain! Jung Sungchan fluff For the Kurama collab by @127-mile

October 2: THUNDER

inspired by a scene in the anime Ouran Koukou Host Club childhood enemies! Yuta Nakamoto and Y/N feat brother! Lee Taeyong fluff‌ ‌

October 3: SUIT

inspired by two special chapters of the manga Namaiki Zakiri younger boyfriend! Yuta Nakamoto and office girl! Y/N smut

October 4: COMFORT

inspired by scenes in the anime and manga Ao Haru Ride childhood friends! Yuta and Y/N feat class president! Qian Kun fluff

October 5: SUPERSTAR

inspired by Suichi Nakatsu’s role in the drama Hanazakari no Kimitachi e soccer superstar! Yuta Nakamoto and childhood friend! Y/N feat basketball superstar! Jung Jaehyun fluff, angst

October 6: MASTER

inspired by scenes in the anime Kamisama Hajimemashita familiar! fox yokai! Yuta Nakamoto and master! shrine maiden! Y/N feat familiar! snake yokai! Kim Jungwoo fluff

October 7: LIES

inspired by the anime Kakushigoto dad! Yuta Nakamoto and daughter! Y/N feat bestfriend! Park Jisung platonic, angst

October 8: FOREST

inspired by the anime and manga Hotarubi no Mori e college freshman! Yuta and forest maiden! Y/N fluff, angst

October 9: XL

inspired by the manga XL-Joushi team leader! Yuta Nakamoto and broke! office worker! Y/N smut, fluff

October 10: FESTIVAL

inspired by a scene in the anime Nisekoi son of mafia boss! Yuta Nakamoto and daughter of gang leader! Y/N fluff

October 11: CANDY

inspired by a scene from the anime Horimiya nerd! Yuta Nakamoto and campus sweetheart! Y/N feat classmate! Osaki Shotaro fluff

October 12: HOME

inspired by the Hatsuharu Souma and Isuzu Souma pairing in the anime Fruits Basket boyfriend! Yuta Nakamoto and sick! Y/N angst, suggestive, fluff

October 13: MY ONLY WISH

inspired by scenes from the manga Boku Matsu Haru basketball player! Yuta Nakamoto and café waitress! classmate! Y/N feat basketball players! Lucas Wong, Hendery Wong and Xiao Dejun fluff

October 14: SUNBAE

inspired by the manga Kyo wa Kaisha Yasumimasu younger! intern! Yuta Nakamoto and older! office lady! Y/N suggestive, fluff

October 15. BAD GUY

inspired by a scene in the anime Special A bad guy! Yuta Nakamoto and aspiring singer! Y/N feat brother! Huang Renjun, friend! Liu Yangyang fluff

October 16: LOVE TRIAL

inspired by a scene in the anime Kaichou wa Maid-sama student! Yuta Nakamoto and school council president! maid café waitress! Y/N feat schoolmate! Na Jaemin fluff

October 17: MISSING YOU

inspired by Rin Matsuoka’s character in the anime Free! older brother! swimmer! Yuta Nakamoto and younger sister! Y/N platonic, angst

October 18: RIVALS

inspired by a scene in the anime Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-Kun male soccer team captain! Yuta Nakamoto and female soccer team captain! Y/N feat brother! Zhong Chenle fluff

October 19: SIR

inspired by a scene in the drama Coffee and Vanilla CEO! sugar daddy! Yuta Nakamoto and university student! sugar baby! Y/N smut

October 20: WEIRDO

inspired by the Ishigami Yu’s role in Kaguya-sama wa Kokurasetai transferee! Yuta Nakamoto and surprise character! Y/N fluff

October 21: REWARD

inspired by the anime Gokushufudou husband! ex-mafia! Yuta Nakamoto and wife! office girl! Y/N feat co-worker! Moon Taeil fluff

October 22: DREAM

inspired by the drama and manga Gokusen student! Yuta Nakamoto and teacher! Y/N feat troublemaker! Lee Jeno fluff

October 23: ONIICHAN

inspired by Toya Kinomoto’s character in the anime Cardcaptor Sakura older brother! Yuta Nakamoto and elementary student! Y/N feat brother’s bestfriend! Dong Sicheng platonic

October 24: GANG

inspired by Manjiro Sano’s character in the anime Tokyo Revengers gang leader! Yuta Nakamoto and student! Y/N feat younger brother! Lee Haechan fluff

October 25: SSEUKKA SSEUKKA

inspired by the anime Watashi ga Motete Dousunda classmate! Yuta Nakamoto and classmate! fujoshi! Y/N feat brother! Johnny Seo, brother’s bestfriend! Ten Lee, classmate! Kim Doyoung fluff

October 26: MAGIC

inspired by the Ghibli movie Howl’s Moving Castle wizard! Yuta Nakamoto and baker! Y/N feat wizard apprentice! Mark Lee fluff, angst for the Once Upon a Happily Ever After collab with @cosmiclatte28

(Word counts and warnings will be shown when the scenario is posted. Please also do note that some stories can have minor changes in the plot or the title. This isn’t much but please give the fics feedbacks, if you can. And sorry for not posting anything this month, I’ll make it up to you with the birthday project. Thank you so much.)

#yuta #yuta nakamoto #nakamoto yuta #yuta birthday project #yutahoes #finally posted this

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yutafrita · 2 years

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Read 'em and Weep- ONE

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Pairing: Journalist! Jaemin x Comic Writer! Reader, also references to Sungchan x Reader

Chapter Word Count: ~6.2K

Master List

Tag List! @nini0620

Warnings: Online harassment, virtual death threats, alcohol use

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Your headphones were fully blasting in your ears as you gently brushed your pen across the panel, the final frame on your character finally alive. You were so overwhelmed with joy that you could cry- that was until you felt your headphones get ripped off your head.

“Hey!”

“Dude, you have class in ten minutes,” Ireh chastised, holding your headphones in her hand. You looked at the corner of your tablet and widened your eyes.

“Shit, you’re right!” you shouted, leaping up from the corner of the living room you were working in to grab your backpack.

“You’d think you’d remember to set an alarm,” Swan added sarcastically from the kitchen.

“Why would I do that when Ireh is clearly better than an alarm?” you feigned innocence, shooting a smile as you ran back to the front door.

“You just got lucky I noticed before we headed to work ourselves,” Ireh sighed. She was waiting for you to spastically put on your shoes before she held out your headphones to you.

“Yep, call me lucky for having the best roommates. Bye guys!” you called, taking the headphones from Ireh’s hands as you ran out of the townhome. Thankfully, the three of you managed to scrounge together enough cash to live only two blocks away from your University so you all could comfortably take your Masters classes.

Running to the Journalism building, you groaned as you picked up the ringing phone in your pocket. “Hello?”

“Are you done yet? I’m bored at work and want to start on shading,” your cousin- and the person who assisted on your comic with you- asked.

“Oh boo hoo Hendery I’m so sorry your cushy engineering job is boring,” you teased, slowing down as you started to reach where your afternoon class was.

“Hey- Kun is annoying you about submitting your final chapters,” Hendery countered. It was true- this morning your editor was grilling you about submitting your work on time- and how imperative it was that this final chapter was done with enough time for the comic site to market it. “I’m simply doing you a favor.”

“I know, I know. I’ll send them over to you once I finish class today. Bye!” You hang up just before entering your Evidence and Inference class. “Sorry I’m late, Professor.”

Your Professor looked up from the grapefruit he was eating to gesture to the rest of the class. Everyone was set up into different pairs, working on a hand out.

“Since you’re late you can just work on it on your ow-,” the professor got cut off as you were lightly shoved from the door, one of your classmates seeming to also have run to class today huffing next to you. “Nevermind, here, you two can work on the hand out together.”

Moving forward, you thanked your Professor as you grabbed the handout from him and moved to the nearest available two seats.

Jaemin too was late to class today because of his job. He worked as Junior Copywriter for GreekLabs.com, and he ended up staying an additional 20 minutes to endure a lecture from his boss about how his work was not “attention-grabbing” enough.

“Your article on ‘pretty scenery’ in an unknown romance webcomic will not get us the clicks and engagement we need,” Johnny huffed, having tossed Jaemin’s two weeks of hard work onto his lopsided desk.

“So I should write about something popular,” it wasn’t a question, more of a statement. Jaemin didn’t really want to be a copywriter, but he needed some experience in the journalism field, and GeekLabs.com was the only company willing to give him a position.

“Yes- and make it… Pop! It needs to sizzle! I want it on my desk by the close of business tomorrow!” Johnny called. Jaemin held back his shouts of frustration, and now sat in a daze with you in your evidence and inference class.

“I’m Jaemin,” he introduced, leaning over to glance at the worksheet that sat between the two of you.

“Cool, I’m y/n,” you replied, forcing a smile. You hated how much this class had you interacting with your peers. You didn’t mind occasional projects and even in class worksheets- part of journalism was working in a team- but nearly every class you had been to for this professor had you working in different pairs.

“Okay so, do you know the answer to question one?” you asked, reading it over a few times.

“Nope,” he replied, staring blankly at the sheet. You looked back at him, expecting him to take out the textbook and help you figure it out. He instead just kept staring forward at the sheet.

“Uh… okay,” you muttered, taking out your tablet. Jaemin glanced over and saw your tablet had been left open to a popular online website, particularly on a comic named ‘flight of the wolves,’ before you quickly exited and opened your virtual textbook.

“You read comics?” Jaemin asked absentmindedly. You had really hoped he wouldn’t see it, let alone mention it.

“Oh me? No… my roommate just borrows my tablet sometimes to read stuff,” you lied, quickly changing the subject back to the class handout. Jaemin didn’t help much with the handout, seeming to just let you do all the work as he seemed to not have any notes for the class or much of a grasp on any of the concepts.

You were relieved to have finished the worksheet as your Professor began speaking, signaling the ending of the class that day.

“Reminder everyone to use the pairs you pick in class to help guide who would like to work with on the final project for the semester! Turn your worksheets in here and I’ll be seeing you all next week,” he called.

“Bye Jaemin,” you said dryly, quickly handing your professor the worksheet and rushing out of the classroom. You had to email Hendery the last chapters so that he could start shading before family dinner Friday, and you didn’t want to have to speak anymore to Jaemin. Considering his lack of help on the classroom worksheet, he was definitely not someone you wanted to work with.

---

Jaemin felt bad that he didn’t contribute more to the class work. He knew he could have helped more, but he was overwhelmed with the possible comics he could look into that were on that site you were on. In particular, ‘flight of the wolves.’

Sungchan and Yangyang spoke loudly in the kitchen, trying to get Jaemin’s attention for the night as he furiously read through the comic. Yangyang decided to get up and snatch Jaemin’s phone from him.

“Hey give that back, I’m doing work!”

“Oh this is that popular furry comic,” Yangyang spoke casually, passing Jaemin’s phone to Sungchan who started chuckling.

“It is not a furry comic,” Jaemin protested, moving to the kitchen to try and get his phone back.

“Hm I see two wolves and a bunny in human clothes talking on this panel, definitely seems like a furry comic,” Sungchan countered, scanning the chapter. Clicking on the page, he noted that Jaemin was on chapter 75 out of 77. “Geez, you’ve been tearing through this thing.”

“I told you- it’s for work. The comic’s popular online and Johnny wants something that will get ‘clicks’,” Jaemin used air quotes on the last word, still irritated.

“So you’re going to write a mean review, right?” Yangyang felt that this was a no brainer. Jaemin widened his eyes, shaking his head furiously.

“Why would I do that? It’s really good.”

“Johnny said you needed an article that gets attention, nothing gets attention like hating something that’s popular,” Sungchan agreed before collecting the copy of Wuthering Heights he left on the counter. “I have to finish this for class tomorrow, but Yangyang’s right.”

“But that’s mean, and like I said- it’s really good,” Jaemin pouted. On the one hand, he knew they were right, but on the other hand he felt it would be a really selfish thing to do. “I know the author is anonymous, but it feels wrong.”

“Oh- their identity isn’t even known? And you’re worried? You won’t hurt them,” Yangyang encouraged. All Jaemin could respond with was that he would think about it, and he slunk into his room for the night to figure out what on earth he should do.

---

Meanwhile, you were flipping through the TV as Ireh and Swan chatted over the last volume of ‘Magical Girl Moonie,’ much to your dismay.

“Yes, I get it, my Mom is a genius,” you groaned.

“Your Mom and your Dad- ‘Finder x Locator is legendary,” Swan countered, earning a nod from Ireh.

“Oh that reminds me, y/n have you been able to make the sketches? I have my appointment soon,” Ireh reminded you, snapping you out of your daze.

“Oh yeah I finished the sketches earlier!” You got up and grabbed the drawing pages from your room, excitedly bringing them over to show Ireh. “I really like these two, but if you want me to re-do anything-.”

“Dude, these are awesome. Thanks! I can’t wait to get this one as a tattoo,” she cheered, pointing to the odd cat fairy you made for her. Your love for drawing and writing stemmed from your parents, and it had entered every facet of your life in some way- to the point that your best friends would ask you to make sketches of their tattoos for them to use. While people knew you loved to make art, no one besides your cousin, your best friends, and editor knew that you were the brain behind Flight of the Wolves.

Not only was your parents' work incredibly successful, spawning animated shows and huge fan bases, you knew that using your real name in your work would cause you to be compared to both of them. If your work was “too girly” it would be constantly compared to your mother’s work. If it was deemed “too masculine” you would be seen as someone trying and failing to imitate their father. So, you decided then to work under a pseudonym for WizMedia, producing a fairly successful online comic that you not only loved but was yours.

Throughout the rest of the week, you spent the time working on small sketches and freelance work all with your schoolwork in between. Every other Friday at your parents place was family dinner, or, at least that’s what you would call it. Usually, your parents would invite their closest friends- which meant that more often than not, the directors of WizMedia and their kids too would drop by these gatherings.

You hated having to dress up in presentable clothing for people you’ve known a majority of your life, especially when lately they’ve taken to discussing you. Well, not you, but rather Patches- the identity you’ve used to work under for the past two years. Everytime they did, Hendery would shoot you an all knowing look, and your mother would tut in disappointment at the idea that anyone would want to work under a pseudonym.

This particular evening, Ireh and Swan had asked you to drop them off at work on your way to your family’s home since it was on the way.

“Be careful! Let me know when you guys finish so I can pick you up,” you called to them. They worked at a sports bar as bartenders, and working Friday nights meant that they would be seriously lining their wallets.

“Thanks, have fun at your parents!” Swan called, earning a groan from you.

“Oh please, just enjoy the free food!” Ireh smiled before the pair climbed out of your car. You waited until you saw them enter, and drove five more minutes before reaching your family home.

You sat in the driveway after parking. You kept groaning to yourself and took to counting the cars, trying to gauge how many people would be at your childhood home. You parked behind Hendery’s car- and mentally noted that he usually went separately from his parents and sisters. You counted three other cars, and deduced that some of the WizMedia directors kids would be there tonight.

The knock on your car window made you jump, and with a panicked expression you saw your cousins laughing face.

“You’re the worst,” you opened the car door, glaring at Hendery who was holding his belly as he laughed loudly.

“You looked so angry, I just wanted to make sure you were okay!” he choked out as his laughter died down. He was holding a large dish in his hand and you raised an eyebrow.

“Oh God, was I supposed to bring something?”

“Oh no, my Mom asked me to go out and get it from her car. She got bored and made some quinoa salad to bring tonight.”

“Oh good, that really scared me.”

“Also, Sungchan is here tonight so we can play board games afterwards,” Hendery noted. You nodded, thankful for your cousin's humor and ability to break down the information you’d need to get by on evenings like these.

Opening the door, you let your cousin go in ahead of you before following closely after, the door shutting behind you. The front door opened to the living room which was currently abuzz with life and several parents chatting over different cocktails your father decided to make for the night.

“Oh there’s our darling daughter!” your Mom called, rushing to where you were placing your shoes to wrap you in a bear hug.

“Hi Mom,” you sputtered out as she squeezed you tightly despite you having visited exactly two weeks ago. After greeting everyone in the living room, you moved to the kitchen where Hendery and Sungchan had perched themselves by the center island. They were staring at the food, likely waiting for everyone in the living room to get hungry and allow you all to eat.

“Look who decided to grace us with his presence,” you teased, lightly punching Sungchan’s arm.

“This Literature Masters has been kicking my ass, cut me some slack,” Sungchan whined.

“That’s what you guys get for not just going to work right after undergrad,” Hendery gloated, leaning back on the stool as you stood across from him.

“Some of us are trying to build connections by building student debt so then we can work,” Sungchan countered dryly, earning a saddened laugh from you.

“If you guys hadn’t dated already I would comment on how cute you two are,” Hendery taunted. You rolled your eyes, both you and Sungchan groaning at his comment.

“It was one date in high school, please get over it,” you cried, rubbing your temples.

“Our parents were talking about it again,” Sungchan pointed.

“I need to be drunk for this shit.”

“Here,” Sungchan dipped onto his knees, opening the cabinet under the sink to reveal your parents Vodka.

“I can’t believe you know where the alcohol is,” you sighed. You moved to collect three glasses from the cabinet and quickly made the three of you Screwdrivers.

“This is pretty good,” Hendery noted.

“It’s just orange juice and vodka. You should see what my roommates can do.”

“I wish my roommates were bartenders. Ones in Sports Medicine and the others in Journalism,” Sungchan grumbled. You knew Sungchan’s roommate was in Journalism as well, but you figured they likely were in a different cohort from you.

“Yeah, I don’t miss having roommates.”

“Okay we get it Hendery you’re successful,” Sungchan sighed, taking a heavy sip of his drink. Shortly thereafter you were all seated at the dining room table, the three of you sitting in the middle in a single row, quiet for the most part unless someone invited you all into the conversation.

“How have the Literature classes been going?” your father asked Sungchan as you picked at the food left on your plate.

“They’re going well! How has the production of the final season of Finder x Locator been?” he asked casually.

“It’s been wonderful! How have the new comics been?” Your Dad turned his attention to Sungchan’s father, one of the heads of WizMedia.

“I want to say great, however…” his voice trailed off as he glanced at Sungchan to finish what he was thinking. How strange you thought.

“I didn’t know his article was going to get that popular,” Sungchan sighed, turning his head back down to his plate as if he was embarrassed.

“What article?” you asked, a sudden curiosity swelling in you.

“Oh, this scathing review of that wolf comic came out and went viral. It’s gotten a ton of engagement online,” your Mom explained, surprised that you didn’t know. You glanced at Hendery, your body frozen.

“The one by Patches?” Hendery asked for you, sensing that your brain was already doing damage control.

“That’s the one. Although, this buzz might bode well when those final chapters get done,” Sungchan tried to sound positive, likely to cover for his roommate.

“I don’t know, it was pretty intense,” your Dad chuckled, and a horrible feeling settled in your stomach as you shot up from your chair.

“I’m going to use the restroom!” you announced, walking quickly to the bathroom furthest from the dining room.

Perched on your bathtub, it took about a minute of snooping to find an article published early in the afternoon that day with the title, ‘Ten reasons why Flight of the Wolves is bad, actually.’ Squinting you scrolled down to see hundreds of comments all agreeing with the article, stating that they were annoyed with how overhyped and basic your work was. You shook your head, scrolling back up to the top to check the name of the author.

“That fucker,” you muttered, staring at the name Na Jaemin that sat in black and white on your phone. Jaemin, the one who couldn’t even help with the classwork, was not only Sungchan’s roommate, but randomly decided to shit on your hard work.

Whatever, this happens, you reminded yourself. At the very least he didn’t know who your parents were- it would likely make this far worse.

You decided to go against your better judgment, and pop onto the Patches twitter. Your eyes widened at the obscene amount of mentions the account was getting, and the color drained from your face the more you looked at what people were saying.

Patches is such an overhyped, annoying author. I’m glad people are finally seeing this!

I hate them and that stupid furry comic book, I hope they fucking d!3. I’m so serious rn.

Flight of the Wolves had horrendous art style with an egocentric comic book author that won’t even say who they actually are. If I could find him, I’d k!ll him myself!

---

While you spent the weekend sulking and dreading speaking with your editor, Jaemin spent the weekend in a pretty good place. He had written an article that he wasn’t exactly proud of, but it seemed to be doing well enough for him to be excited to go into the office on Monday.

“Jaemin, that was a great job there! That’s exactly what I knew you could do!” Johnny encouraged once Jaemin got into the office. Jaemin forced a smile and quietly thanked Johnny. With the article being shared on the Geek Labs social media accounts, it spread rapidly and attracted some comments agreeing with Jaemin, much to his dismay.

He really did like ‘flight of the wolves,’ but he needed the positive reception from his job. Johnny had been grilling Jaemin for a while regarding how to write, and Jaemin really needed this job for the time being.

“So, Taeyong recently got a promotion,” Johnny spoke casually now, leaning in closer to Jaemin.

“Oh, that’s great for him,” Jaemin smiled, confused as to why Johnny was telling him this. Taeyong was a Senior Editor like Johnny, so it was strange from Johnny to bring this up to Jaemin.

“Yep, so that means a Senior Copywriter position will be opening up soon. If a certain someone,” he raised his eyebrows then, “can help GameLabs be the first ones to figure out the Patches identity before they post the last chapter of their comic, I would recommend this person for the position.”

Jaemin let out a small oh then, realizing what Johnny meant now. Jaemin did not wish to stay at GameLabs long term, however, having a Senior Copywriter position would help him land the job he was aiming for- a photographer for ‘Sports Artistry.’ They wanted ‘well rounded’ photographers, so with Jaemin’s bachelor’s in photography and a Senior Copywriting position at such a young age, this might be exactly the break he needed.

“Consider that someone to be on the case.”

---

You, on the other hand, were in a meeting with Kun, having to listen to him go on a rant about how obnoxious the article had been.

“The Patches social media is in complete disarray,” Kun repeated for the third time in a thirty minute span.

“Hendery’s working on the shading, he should be done in about two to three weeks,” you were trying to go through your own agenda for this chat. You had a few different things to do today, and the last thing you wanted to focus on was one article.

“Perfect. Are you still planning to reveal yourself at the WizMedia Con at the end of the year?” Kun asked, likely looking down at his own notes. You purse your lips. While a big reason you didn’t want people to know your identity was indeed because of your parents, it wasn’t the only reason. The way people treated women comic artists was already unkind- but it was leagues worse when it was known they wrote action stories like your own.

“Is that a good idea with this current article?” maybe you could use Kun’s irritation to buy extra time and avoid the idea of revealing your identity.

“Hopefully by the time the con comes around, that article should be irrelevant. So?” Kun’s voice hung over the video call and you cringed.

“I still have to think about it,” you admitted, earning a groan from Kun.

“You’re killing me here!”

“Hey! I’ve gotten WizMedia thousands of sales in the past two years and am still under contract to produce at least one more series,” you countered, rubbing your temples to soothe the headache that wanted to form so early in the morning.

“Do you know how much more in sales Wiz could make if the public knew who your parents were?” Kun mused.

“Soon, okay? I have work to do, we’ll talk later,” and with that you ended the work call, groaning loudly.

“So work isn’t going well huh?” Swan stood under your doorframe, sincerity in her tone. You shook your head in response, exhausted.

“This’ll all blow over soon. You should fight that Jaemin guy though,” Ireh popped up from behind her, earning a laugh from you and Swan.

“He’s allowed to post his opinions, but geez some of these people are just so mean,” you huffed.

“Yeah, the amount of people I’ve reported for you due to harassment is insane,” Swan affirmed.

“Well I’ve gotta get to class, but I promise you’ll be just fine,” Ireh soothed.

“Thanks guys,” you smiled, grateful to your friends. You had been rooming with Swan and Ireh since your undergraduate years, but you had been friends with them since high school when you were all in your school’s yearbook club. They were the ones that had been there with you and seen you conceptualize your first published comic series with WizMedia. Before that, you were just doing one shot stories and a ton of free lance stuff to get by.

To them, your work on ‘flight of the wolves’ was indistinguishable from who you were, so Swan and Ireh took it to heart more than you did.

For the next few weeks, you noticed a few things- Jaemin, the quiet kid who didn’t help you with the classwork and also the person who stirred the internet into harassing you online, seemed to also share all the same classes as you. He sat silently in the back for each of them. A week after the article was published, you two had made eye contact. He instinctively shot you a smile, and you in turn sent him a glare before turning away.

---

Jaemin was given the okay from Johnny to work from home for the time being, thus allowing Jaemin to create a Patches corkboard. It was a corkboard he set up in the corner of his bedroom with small details Patches had said in interviews or author’s notes, allowing him the chance to try and get a bigger picture.

“How’s work been?” Yangyang asked Jaemin one night when they were both in the living room watching an episode of Finder x Locator.

Jaemin mulled over the question for a moment. “Hmm, I guess it’s been fine. How have the classes been going?”

“Honestly they’ve been great!” Yangyang responded. The two settled into staring at the TV. Jaemin noted how similar the art style looked to Flight of the Wolves, but didn’t sit on it too much considering the impact Finder x Locator has had on artistry in general.

“Jaemin!” Sugchan called from the front door as he got home from his classes.

“Yeah?”

“Can I get my shoes back? They’re my favorite and I want to wear them tonight,” Sungchan asked.

Absentmindedly, Jaemin told Sungchan it was fine, until he saw Sungchan enter his room and remembered the ridiculous conspiracy board he had up in his room. Panicking, Jaemin ran up from the couch.

“I can explain!” Jaemin shouted, running into his room to see Sungchan staring at the board with a slack jaw.

“Dude what’s going- oh no way,” Yangyang followed behind him, laughing loudly as he saw the absurdity that was the filled up corkboard.

“Please tell me you’re not trying to figure out who Patches is?” Sungchan pleaded, moving closer to the corkboard. Jaemin yanked his hood up in an attempt to hide his embarrassment.

“A Senior Copywriter position opened up,” was all Jaemin could respond with. Yangyang slapped Jaemin’s shoulder, wiping a tear that had come as a result of his laughter.

“Wow, Jaemin went from not even wanting that article to directly going against the wishes of your Mom’s company,” Yangyang chuckled. Sungchan shot him a glare before sighing, as if trying to let go of any negative thoughts he was harboring.

“Dude, come with me to my family dinner tonight,” Sungchan offered. Jaemin’s eyes lit up, and as if Sungchan could read his mind, “the only one who knows Patches identity is one of the Senior Editors. But my god- you need to get out of here. I mean- has your room ever been this disorganized?”

Looking around, Jaemin grimaced in embarrassment. He hadn’t made his bed in over two weeks, and the insides of his closet were vomited all over his room as he hadn’t bothered to put any clothes away.

“It’s either you come with me or you go to the batting cages with Yangyang and Ten tonight.”

“Fine I’ll go with you,” Jaemin replied quickly, earning some protest from Yangyang.

“What’s wrong with me and Ten?”

“I got a bruise the size of a country on my shoulder last time,” Jaemin pouted.

“Stop whining, I have to leave in fifteen minutes since I’m picking up a family friend on the way tonight too.”

Jaemin and Sungchan sat in the car for a few minutes. Sungchan was talking about how annoying one of his professors was when Jaemin saw you come out of your townhouse.

“Oh crap,” Jaemin muttered, cowering in his seat.

---

You knew Sungchan lived around the corner from you, and both agreed you wanted to leave early that night from family dinner anyways. So, you thought it would be best to just loan Ireh and Swan your car and get a ride with Sungchan- better for the planet and all of that stuff, you thought. You handed your car keys off to Ireh- the objectively better driver of the pair.

“I’m gonna get going, let me know when you guys get to the bar,” you were slipping on your sneakers, leaning on the door frame as you jammed them on.

“Don’t be out too late! I don’t trust you with Sungchan,” Swan teased. You rolled your eyes, waving goodbye to the pair before you stepped out of the townhome and over to Sungchan’s car. He already told you a friend of his was tagging along, so you climbed into the backseat without checking who was in the front.

“Hi! Thanks again for letting me catch a ride,” you mused.

“Yeah no problem, and this is my roommate, Jaemin,” Sungchan said as he started driving. You narrowed your eyes, watching as the figure in the passenger seat seemed to slink deeper into their chair.

“Wait, Jaemin as in the one who wrote that article?” you asked without thinking. Sungchan chuckled awkwardly, trying to cover for the cat that seemed to have gotten Jaemin’s tongue. Sungchan shoved Jaemin’s arm, forcing him to speak to you.

“Yeah, and the one in your Master’s classes,” Jaemin muttered, his voice so low you had to lean forward to hear.

“How fun,” you folded your arms, taking the ride to mindlessly just stare out the window. The awkward tension was cut through only by the music playing on the radio, and you prayed Sungchan would drive as fast as possible so you could get out of the car. After twenty minutes of a painful car ride, Sungchan parked in front of your parents house.

You practically leapt out of the car, thanking your lucky stars to be free from the tension for a moment. The three of you entered your house, your mom again running gleefully to embrace you.

“You’re choking me,” you huffed, and she let go of you before turning to Jaemin.

“My, what a handsome boy you are- you must be Sungchan’s roommate,” she smiled. You rolled your eyes, brushing past to quickly greet everyone in the living room and move towards the kitchen. Hendery was sitting on top of the island with a large bottle of rum to his right and four glasses in front of him.

“Where’s Sungchan and his roommate?” Hendery asked, not looking up from whatever drink he was mixing.

“My Mom’s probably parading him around,” you chuckled, just as you heard the loud cheers from the living room, affirming your point. Your family and Sungchan’s family had all grown up together. While you loved that they maintained a sweet tradition of family dinners and wanted all of their kids too to be best friends, besides you and Hendery, it never really held much water. Of all the kids, you, Hendery, and Sungchan were the only ones who made any effort to pass by anymore despite the rest of everyone still living close by.

“I hope he’s talkative, it’s annoying having to always carry conversations,” Hendery laughed, evenly pouring rum into each glass.

“Oh, you don’t know which roommate he brought,” it was your turn to laugh now. Hendery raised an eyebrow before realization hit him.

“He did not bring him,” Hendery widened his eyes as you nodded your head. He scoffed, and then proceeded to add more rum into two glasses, grumbling to himself.

“Hendery, this is my roommate Jaemin,” Sungchan announced, walking into the kitchen with Jaemin following closely behind him.

“Hi,” Jaemin waved, tucking his arms awkwardly behind his back.

“Yo. Do you want a rum and coke?” Hendery offered, not looking up as he started adding the coca cola to the drinks.

“Oh, yes he does,” Sungchan answered for him, despite Jaemin shooting him a ‘please don’t’ look. Once you all had started drinking, Hendery noted how light his drink seemed, whereas Jaemin’s cheeks grew pink almost as soon as he took his first sip.

You all had finally started eating dinner soon thereafter, and as luck would have it, Jaemin sat right across from you.

“So how is school going for you all?” your father asked.

“Great,” you replied dryly.

“It’s going well! I just submitted a huge paper,” Sungchan announced cheerfully.

“Why are you so familiar?” Jaemin suddenly interrupted, staring at your Dad, earning him a few chuckles. You looked up at Jaemin and widened your eyes when you saw the pink blush that had crept onto his cheeks, a boyish smile replacing the confused and shy face he usually had on.

“Sungchan, what an adorable roommate you have,” your mother noted, and you crossed your arms at her response.

Jaemin pointed at your mother, “you too!” he turned to you then, shooting his bright white smile at you. “Why are your parents sooo familiar?”

“Take a guess,” you taunted, looking behind him to gesture to the two large posters of Finder x Locator and Magical Girl Moonie, trying to ignore the weird way butterflies formed in your stomach when he smiled at you. “As someone who critiques comics, you should know,” you muttered, earning a shove from Hendery.

“No way,” Jaemin cheered, earning another round of laughs from the rest of the table. “You guys are like… a huge comic power couple!”

“I don’t know if I’d put it that way,” your Dad interjected, smiling as he saw Jaemin’s eyes light up.

“Your works are so influential… I can see both of the styles in stuff like-,” Jaemin stopped himself then, looking down at his plate of food in embarrassment. You furrowed your brow, about to speak when you felt your ankle get kicked. You bit your tongue, glaring at Hendery who glared back, knowing what you were going to say. Jaemin was going to compare your parents' work to Flight of the Wolves- to you! Even without your acrual identity on your work it would always be compared to your parents.

After dinner, Sungchan took to playing a few rounds of smash with Hendery while everyone else went to hang outside. Seeing that everyone was fully distracted, you climbed the steps to the second story of your family home, opening the door to the room you grew up in. Ignoring your childhood knickknacks and posters, you opened the window above your bed that led to the part of the first floor roof. The roof extended outward enough for you to climb out from your window and sit on top.

It was typically where you’d escape when you were younger to just think, but now it’s where you’d find yourself when you wanted to avoid family dinner- even if only for a short period of time. You looked over the suburbs of the city where you lived and let out an empty sigh.

“It’s a nice night,” a voice spoke, and you looked panicked to your right to see it was Jaemin. He was on your bed, poking his head out of the window to take in the night air, his cheeks still with their light pink tinge. He did look rather handsome. You shook the thought from your head and turned back to looking out at the sky and the houses as Jaemin moved to sit next to you.

“Are you going to be mean to me just because I didn’t help in that one classwork?” Jaemin asked suddenly, surprising you.

“That’s not-,” you stopped yourself then, and tucked your knees closely to your chest.

“You know, I like Flight of the Wolves, I don’t care if it’s furry stuff,” Jaemin admitted, looking down at his hands. “That’s another reason you’re mad, right? Because you’re a fan?”

Something tugged at your chest, but you couldn’t place it. His eyes were downcast, and the charm the alcohol had given him earlier seemed to be replaced with something more sullen.

“Yeah,” you responded, hoping to not elaborate.

“I didn’t even wanna write that article- but my boss said it would help us get clicks or whatever,” he huffed, pouting. “I don’t even want to be a writer.”

“Then why are you working as a copywriter if you don’t even like what you write?” you prompted.

“I wanna be a photographer, but this is the only journalism job I could find- and hey, it helps build the resume,” he shrugged his shoulders. He looked back at you, and a soft smile crossed his lips. It was tough for Jaemin to speak to new people, and you were certainly no exception. However, thanks to liquid courage and your genuine listening abilities, Jaemin felt oddly comfortable with you.

“I get that,” you sighed. You wished he just had bad intentions- it would make your feelings towards him much more clear. But knowing that he was simply doing what he had to for his job that he didn’t even like made it significantly more difficult for you to grapple with. “What subjects do you like to focus your photography on?”

“Hmm… I love landscapes, but I love a good artistic portrait,” he hummed, his eyes looking up from that downcast set he had before. “I’ll show you sometime, if you ever decide to give me the time of day again.”

You let out a soft laugh, seeing the full smile return to Jaemin’s face. “I think I would like that, as long as we don’t have to work together again.”

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