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solarhysm · 5 days ago
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DUST OF US - 01
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> synopsis: 7 years ago Y/N broke Jungkook’s heart when she decided to end their relationship without an explanation. When they meet again at a friend's wedding, after almost a decade, Jungkook needs answers to move on.
> pairing: Jungkook x reader
> genre: romance, ex to lovers au
> warnings: explicit languages, violence, smut, cheating, nsfw, angst, +18 minors dni !!
> word count: 2.6k
*french writer, i apologize in advance for my awful english!
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AGE: 27 years old
“Where are you going?” Baekhyun asks, stretching as you get out of bed and grab all of your clothes. It was late but you hate sleeping in another bed than yours.
“I should go home.” You simply say, pulling on your panties and jeans as the younger man whines, flipping on his back.
“Oh, come on, Y/N, stay the night.” He suggests as you shake your head with an apologetic smile while putting your bra on.
“Hyesun is getting married, tomorrow. I need to get up early,” You explain, but it was an excuse. You don’t want to be more than intimate enough with anyone.
Once fully clothed, you grab your keys and turn to look at the man still laying completely naked in bed. “I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Aight, boss,” He teases making you roll your eyes. “One last kiss?”
“Bye,” You smile closing the door of his room, hearing him laugh before making your way out of his apartment.
Once in your car, you sigh, leaning on your seat as you stare at the ceiling. Eleven pm already, and tomorrow’s list kept growing in your mind.
Your way home was silent, you didn’t even put music on, mentally listing all the tasks to do tomorrow morning. Drive Hyesun to the hairstylist, make sure that the flowers are delivered, get her dress, and a lot more.
The house should already be decorated by now. Hyesun was getting married at her in-law’s house. They have a big yard and suggested to make the reception in there. Since you couldn’t be here to help today, you ended up with the stressful tasks tomorrow. Her friends aren’t yours.
Yes, you still have a small circle of friends in common, but Hyesun was a sunshine and most of all: an extrovert. She met her husband by boldly asking his number at a coffee shop where he was working, five years ago. Something you could never. That’s probably why you’re still single and she’s getting married.
Kicking your shoes off at your front door, you’re greeted by your cat. He was a little terror. Or a demon like Namjoon loves to call him. And you can’t blame your friend. Not only was Trash a black cat with only one ear, the other got cut off. You don’t know how.
He was already like that when you adopted him. He was skinny and really ugly when you first got him. Well... he’s still ugly, but now he’s well-fed, maybe too much, you chuckle as you kneel to scratch the top of his head. But he was also a tiny demon who attacked everyone who dared to visit you.
“Did you miss me?” You coo as the black cat let out a meow husky enough to let you think that he smokes too many cigarettes. He’s not a loud cat, he occasionally meows when he’s hungry or when you come home after a long day.
As you make your way to the kitchen, the fat cat follows you. Opening the fridge, you take out a bottle of water and gives him a treat. Your eyes fall on the dress you’ll wear tomorrow, hanged at the bedroom door.
The wedding theme was midnight sky. So, obviously, your dress is navy blue and long enough to end at your ankles with a slit on the right side. You didn’t choose it, Hyesun did.
Palming your face, you take a sip of your water and walk to your bedroom. You need a shower. You could still smell Baekhyun’s cheap cologne on your skin. And you hate it. Too used to your own scent. Not of any men anymore.
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The wedding was beautiful, but you didn’t expect less from your best friend. And she was gorgeous in her wedding dress. She smiles a lot, but you never see her smile that way. And all you could think was that her jaw muscles probably hurt after four hours.
“No, what I want, is a whole butterfly starting from my shoulders to my ribs,” Your friend, Hwan explains to you as she flips to show her bare back. You can’t help but scoff, taking a sip of your wine.
“Why? You want to become a fairy or something?” You ask arching a brow as she turns to face you, frowning.
“Don’t make fun of me,” Hwan pouts, folding her arms under her chest, “I saw it on Pinterest, I totally fell in love with it.”
“A tattoo is for life, you know?” You sigh, finishing your glass before tilting your head to brush your fingers on her back, right where her ribs are. “And this part is sensitive. It’ll hurt like hell.”
Hwan shivers at your touch, and you chuckle. You know her. She wants a tattoo today, a piercing tomorrow and in two weeks she’ll regret both. The red head -a dye she did without a second thought- rolls her eyes.
“And you think I can’t handle the pain?” She asks with an attitude, a tone that makes you pinch her forearm as she squirms and step back. “Are you crazy?”
“You can’t handle the pain, Hwan.” You conclude while she rubs the part that start to turn red.
“You’re the worst tattoo artist I know. I’ll give you a bad review on Google.” She groans as you smirk and stick your tongue’s out at her, making her smile amused by you.
Your eyes scan the room full of guests you don’t know before a huge smile spread on your lips as you notice the man all alone. He was sipping his glass of whisky as he looks at his phone, feigning to be interested but he’s probably scrolling emptily. You know him. He hates when people try to connect with him.
Excusing yourself from Hwan and the other girls, you make your way to your friend, too busy on his phone to see you coming.
“Yoongs,” You call him once you’re a few steps closer to him, he lifts his cat eyes from his screen before offering you a slight smirk and opening his arms as you nestle against his chest. You’re not really touchy, but with Yoongi, it was different.
“Nice dress.” He simply says, his nose in your hair before you pull back to look at him. He looks nice too. His hair is longer, but it suits him.
“You didn’t cut your hair?” You ask as he sighs, rolling a strand between his finger as you keep an arm around his waist.
“Didn’t have the time for it.”, He mumbles taking another sip of his whisky. “I didn’t know you would be here. Since you own a tattoo shop, we don’t see you often anymore.”
“It’s my best friend’s wedding, I couldn’t miss it. She would have dragged my ass back here.” you chuckle making him smile and nod.
“That sounds like Hyesun,” He jokes as you smile.
Yoongi wasn’t that tall, but he was still everyone’s type. Calm, mysterious, and good looking. If only dating was on his plans. That guy will probably stay single his whole life, too focused on his work.
“I was looking for you everywhere!” Hyesun groans grabbing your arm.
“I was here,” You simply reply, raising your shoulders, making Yoongi looks at you both amused. You probably get along because you’re both sarcastic. At least you know that’s something he likes about you.
“Thanks Sherlock, Mystery solved!” She rolls her eyes, before pulling you away from your friend, “Come on, follow me, I want to take pictures with you.”
She quickly waves at Yoongi, blowing a kiss at him as he didn’t move before pushing you away.
“He’s like a good old wine. Every time I see him, he’s getting hotter.” She smirks as you make your way to the photographer.
“Aren’t you married?” You joke making her roll her eyes.
“Married, not blind. As long as I touch with my eyes,” She adds as you shake your head, laughing, joining the girls.
Yoongi leaves his empty glass on the table next to him, an amused smirk on his face. If you stayed longer, he would have been part of an interesting reunion.
“Shit, I almost peed myself. There is a whole queue at the male bathroom,” The younger man groans, coming back next to Yoongi as he takes back his beer. “Hyung?”
The older man turns to his friend and arches a brow to show that he’s listening.
“Hyesun told me that there was a private bathroom upstairs for the closest friends” Yoongi simply mumbles, making Jungkook groans as he ties his hair into a bun.
“And you tell me only now?” the tattooed man sighs as he pulls up his sleeves, the temperature of the room getting hotter. Or maybe it’s him from running here and there.
“You left without a word,” Yoongi shrugs like it was obvious, his eyes still on the group of girls making funny faces at the camera. Jungkook lets out a chuckle.
“Which one?” He asks his friend who simply arches a brow. “I’m sure it’s the red head. You always had a think for girls with weird hair colors.”
Yoongi didn’t say anything. He’s used to the teasing. It’s a loss of energy, Jungkook was competitive and if you say that the sky was blue, he would tell otherwise until you tell him he's right.
Jungkook smiles proudly, turning his attention to the bunch of girls. Hyesun had pretty friends, but he’s not surprised. Until he recognized a face. A face he knows too well, a face he loved deeply once upon a time.
You didn’t change. Well… Your hair is shorter. You never liked your hair short, not after your mother spent your childhood cutting it into a bob.
The bangs too. You hated them. But today, you wore it gracefully. His doe eyes trail the length of it, how it brushes your shoulders when you laugh, how you have to push your bang asides.
He never hated you. Even after you broke his heart. Even after coming home to an empty apartment because you disappeared, or when you blocked his number and changed yours. He never hated you.
“You said she wasn’t here.” He frowns, turning to Yoongi who simply arches a brow.
“She wasn’t supposed to.” Yoongi replies, taking a sip of his new glass.
“I shouldn’t have come.” Jungkook sighs, his brows still in a frown creating a slight wrinkle between them.
“Kookie,” Yoongi turns his gaze to his friend who’s clearly uncomfortable. “You’re back in town. You both have the same friends group. What did you expect? You’ll have to confront her one day or another.”
“Y/N,” Hwan calls you as you were taking another glass of wine, facing her with a small hm? “The guy you talked earlier,”
“Yoongi?”
“Yeah, something like that. Do you know his friend?” She asks as you follow her gaze to the large man next to Yoongi, his back facing you. You liked the tattoos, and the muscular frame. The long hair was clearly a bonus.
“No,” You reply, your eyes trailing on Yoongi’s friend. You’ll definitely ask Yoongi who that is later.
“He’s hot,” Hwan comments as you nod, taking a sip of your wine before spitting everything out. You cough when the mysterious man turns around, laughing with your friend.
And almost immediately, you hide behind the table that separates you. Was this a joke?
“What’s wrong? One of your one-night stands?” Hwan chuckles clearly amused to see you, on your knees, trying to hide under the table. If only you could be sucked up by the floor. It was stupid. It was an old story. It’s been seven years since you dumped him like an old, forgotten sock.
“It’s my ex,” You almost whisper, making Hwan wide her eyes and hide with you like she even met him before.
You never thought that you’ll see him again. He disappeared for Japan right after your breakup for his studies. And you didn’t think about him since then. Well, it’s a lie.
You thought about him the three first years after your split. But, he was just some old memories from the shoebox under your bed. 
Some love letters written by a teenage boy, an empty bottle of perfume and a shirt of his that you didn’t have the heart to throw. But that’s all he was. A shoebox of memories.
“Oh damn,” Hwan murmurs, “How did you get that hot piece of man?” She asks as you roll your eyes.
He wasn’t that hot when you started dating him. He had a chestnut haircut, was too skinny even if he was the sporty type, and huge doe eyes. Now he’s…. a man.
“I think… I need to get out”, You swallow, get up and finish your glass. Walking to the backyard, you catch a bottle on your way.
Thankfully, Hwan didn’t follow you. A few persons were outside, some of them making out, the others too drunk, and probably getting some fresh air like you.
Did Hyesun invite him? Why did he come? He knows that she’s your friend. That you’d be here. Palming your face, you lean back against the wall, taking a sip of your bottle of champagne. Fuck… This is childish. You’re twenty-seven, for God’s sake. Act like an adult.
“Hiding?” You heard on your right, making you almost jump.
And here he was, a few meters away, a bottle of beer in hand. His eyes changed. He grew up.
“Good evening, Jungkook,” You breathe as he offers you a slight smile, his lips mostly forming a line.
“Good evening, Y/N,” He replies, making a few steps closer, “Long time no see.”
“Yeah...”
A silence falls between you before he takes a breath like he wants to calm his nerves too. Were you two nervous around each other?
“How… have you been?” He asks with a soft voice.
“Good. You?”
“Good.”
“Nice.”
You wanted to punch yourself. That conversation was stupid. Back then, you two could debate about everything for hours. Now, you can’t even have a basic conversation.
“I… Didn’t know you were back.” You say, looking at the grass at your feet.
“Yeah… I- I missed Korea.” He raises his shoulders slightly before taking a sip of his beer.
“Oh…Okay.” You scrunch your nose and take a sip of your bottle to not look too much stupid but his lips crease in an amused smile at the bottle in your hand. Neither of you says anything. And it’s weird. “That’s… some cool tattoos,” You add, trying to make the conversation as you point his entire inked sleeve with your chin.
“Yeah?” He chuckles awkwardly. “I always wanted tattoos.”
“I know.” You reply, almost immediately, making him lift his gaze to you as your eyes widen. “You- hm- You thought that Yakuza were cool.” you continue as he nods, his eyes still on you while you look away.
“You remembered.”
You clench your jaw slightly and take another sip of champagne. You hate champagne, but you didn’t read what was written on the bottle when you took it.
“Your father must be proud of you. I heard you had your own tattoo shop.” He says as your gaze soften. Jungkook and your dad were always close, he even called him ‘son’. Your father was in fact, proud of you.
“He is”, was all you could reply, and he nods silently before taking a deep breath.
“Can I… ask you a question? I need to understand something” He frowns a little, turning his head to look at the backyard before finally glancing back at you. He is waiting for you to answer and you simply stare at him. “Why did you leave me, Y/N?”
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edenesth · 7 months ago
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Scarlet Requiem
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Pairing: emperor!Baekhyun x empress!reader
AU: historical au (Goryeo era)
Word Count: 4k
Summary: In his reign, Baekhyun strived to be a virtuous emperor, all for the sake of his kind-hearted empress, steadfastly resisting the temptations of power that had corrupted those before him. He held onto the belief that this was the key to securing her eternal presence by his side. Yet, he learned, to his heartbreak, that this very resolve would lead to the cruellest loss of all.
Genre: heavy angst
Trigger Warnings: major character death, violence, gore, lots of blood
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"Capture that demon before she flees!"
Her hands trembled as she gazed at her reflection in the ornate gold mirror. Once healthy skin now bore a sickly pallor, brown eyes turned crimson, tears staining her cheeks red. Even her jet-black hair had transformed to snowy white. Confusion and fear gripped her as she struggled to comprehend the inexplicable transformation.
As guards roughly seized her arms, she pleaded, "No, please! I've done nothing wrong! I don't understand any of this!"
"Of course, you'd deny it, Your Imperial Majesty," sneered the Minister of Rites, one of many who had urged her husband, the emperor, to accept their daughters as concubines. "Little did you know, those potions you received from the royal healer for the past month were meant to reveal your true nature by shedding your human guise."
Horror pierced her heart as realisation dawned. The tonics meant to maintain her health had been a ruse. She had been poisoned, it explained the sudden and alarming changes in her body and health.
"You," she whispered, the weight of the truth settling heavily upon her. "It was all you."
She was not naive; she understood the ministers' discontent with her influence over Baekhyun throughout his reign. Their persistent attempts to sway him, offering their daughters as concubines to bolster their own power and threaten her position, had not escaped her notice. Their frustration must have reached its zenith when her husband adamantly refused their advances, steadfast in his commitment to her as his one and only empress.
"Hm? I'm not sure I understand what you're implying," the man smirked, his deceptive tone belying his words. "We've long suspected there was more to you, Your Imperial Majesty. It appears you're indeed a demon, effortlessly manipulating the emperor. Surely a man of his stature would desire more than one woman by his side?"
Struggling against the guards' grasp, she retorted weakly, "You vile cowards. You'll rue the day my husband learns of this..."
The pieces of the puzzle fell into place, revealing their sinister plot. They had bided their time, seizing the perfect opportunity amidst the chaos of war. With Baekhyun, the virtuous emperor she had wished him to be, leading the army, they saw their chance to poison her, framing her as a demon to eradicate her while he was away.
"Or perhaps we'll witness the rise of the ambitious emperor we've long awaited. He will finally be able to reach his full potential without you here obstructing his path," he sneered, gesturing towards the approaching healer with another bowl of poison. "Just comply and drink your tonic, Your Imperial Majesty. Your suffering will soon end, and our nation will thrive under the rule of a new emperor, liberated from your naive ideals."
As the sinister men tightened their grip, she sobbed in agony, the relentless headache from the past month resurfacing with a vengeance. Each touch felt like a dagger through her skull, each word a cruel reminder of her plight.
With an apologetic bow of his head, the healer cupped her jaw, his hands trembling as he forced the bowl of poison towards her lips. "Forgive me, Your Imperial Majesty," he whispered, his voice trembling with remorse. "This will be the last one, I promise."
She gagged as the bitter liquid slid down her throat, burning with each swallow. Crimson tears streamed down her white face as she choked on the vile concoction, feeling her strength wane with each passing moment. In that desperate moment, all she could do was pray for salvation from the nightmare consuming her.
As the healer finally released his hold, she felt despair engulf her. The bitter poison settled within her damaged insides, coursing through her veins like a silent killer, slowly consuming her from within.
"It is done, my lord. The empress will not survive through the night," the healer declared, his voice carrying a finality that chilled her to the bone.
The minister's grin widened with satisfaction. "Excellent. Arrange for someone to confirm her death by dawn. Let her enjoy her final moments in the comforts of her own chambers. His Imperial Majesty will surely be grateful we've rid him of his treacherous demon of a wife upon his return from war."
Laying limply in the centre of her grand chambers, the very space she had once despised before ascending to empress, memories flooded her mind. She recalled the scepticism that clouded her heart when she first found herself falling for the crown prince of the nation. After all, history had taught her that no happy endings awaited the women who loved emperors. But Baekhyun was different—he was loving, caring, and considerate, going to great lengths to prove his devotion to her.
He swore never to take concubines, to resist the allure of power, and to remain hers, and hers alone. Despite the admiration of the entire nation, he remained committed to prioritising her above all else, even if it meant drawing the ire of his ministers and officials. Their accusations of his partiality towards his empress over his nation only served to strengthen his resolve, his unwavering loyalty to her.
But now, as she lay weakened by poison, she realised the tragic irony of his goodness. It was his very commitment to righteousness that led him to the battlefield, refusing to let his men fight in his stead. And it was this decision that ultimately sealed their fate, leaving her to face the consequences of his noble intentions.
As the darkness closed in around her, she couldn't help but wonder how Baekhyun would react upon returning to find her lifeless form in this state. Would he succumb to the poisonous words of his ministers, believing their accusations that she had been a demon all along? Would he entertain the notion that she had bewitched him, clouding his judgement and leading him astray?
Or would he remain firm in his loyalty, unwavering in his belief that this was nothing more than a cruel ploy to rid him of her for good? In the depths of her fading consciousness, she desperately clung to the hope that he would see through the lies, that his love for her would prevail over doubt.
On the brink of death, she yearned to trust in his endless devotion to her, to believe that he would never doubt the love they shared. It was a fragile hope, but in that moment, it was all she had to cling to as she slipped further into the darkness, awaiting the inevitable arrival of dawn and the fate it would eventually bring.
"Forgive me for not being strong enough, Baek," she whispered into the stillness of the chamber, her voice barely a breath against the heavy silence. "Please don't blame yourself for any of this."
As the darkness threatened to swallow her entirely, she couldn't help but reflect on the warnings of history, the cautionary tales of women who loved emperors, only to meet tragic ends. Once again, it seemed, she had fallen victim to the same fate.
Her vision blurred with crimson tears as memories flooded her mind—moments shared with Baekhyun before he departed for battle, blissfully unaware that they would be their last. Each memory stung with bittersweet intensity, a painful reminder of what could have been, had fate been kinder.
As her life ebbed away, flashes of cherished moments with him flickered through her mind like scattered stars in the night sky.
Wrapped in the warmth of silk sheets, doubts clouded her mind one morning, questioning her husband's resolve to remain faithful amidst the pressures of his position.
"Would you truly refuse to take any concubines, Baek?" she inquired, her voice laced with uncertainty. "You're aware that the ministers and officials desire it, and perhaps even the citizens of our nation. For all we know, the people might have grown weary of this same dull empress who has yet to bear you an heir."
He drew her close, pulling the silk sheets higher to shield her bare form from the chill seeping through the open windows. Pressing a tender kiss upon her head, he smiled reassuringly. "Never, my love. I do not care for their political machinations. I won't forsake my vow to you. You will remain my only wife, that is final. I did not ask to be emperor, the role was thrust upon me. Now that I am here, they should at least be grateful I am fulfilling my general duties."
She chuckled, nestling into the crook of his neck as he added, "Besides, if the ministers and officials are so displeased, they could just dismiss me. That would be even better; we could live in a quiet little village, just as we've always dreamed."
In another memory, standing before her reflection, plagued by insecurities instilled by the scheming ministers, his unwavering admiration melted her fears away.
"You look beautiful, my empress. You always do," he reassured, approaching from behind to envelop her in his arms.
"Not as beautiful as those young maidens, I fear. I am old," she confessed, feeling a twinge of self-consciousness after witnessing the ministers' attempts to seduce the emperor with their daughters.
Baekhyun gently turned her to face him. "If you're old, then I must be ancient," he teased. "I believe it's only fitting that I am with someone my age, and that's you, my empress. I have no interest in marrying children or anyone else for that matter; I am a taken man. Don't you dare compare yourself to anyone else again, you hear me? You're the most beautiful woman in my eyes, and that's all that matters."
In the final embrace before he departed for war, hearts heavy with the uncertainty of his return, they clung to each other.
"I will be back before you know it, my love. You'll wait for me, won't you?" her husband murmured against her neck, his arms tightening around her.
"Where else would I go, you idiot? Of course, I'll be waiting right here," she retorted, tightening her hold around his shoulders.
Amidst tears and laughter, he leaned in to kiss her deeply, pressing his lips against her soft ones over and over again to imprint the sensation into memory.
"I love you, my empress," Baekhyun whispered against her lips before pulling away, his eyes full of love and determination.
In the quiet of her chamber, she found solace in the fleeting recollections, clinging to them as the darkness threatened to consume her entirely. And as the crimson tears clouded her eyes once more, she resigned herself to the inevitable, silently bidding farewell to the life she once knew.
"I love you too, my emperor."
"I will not ask again, where is she?!" the emperor's voice thundered through the throne room as he stormed back into the palace, abandoning the battle upon learning the shocking revelation. According to the Minister of Rites in his letter, the empress had been discovered to be a demon all along, concealing her true nature under human skin to manipulate him and bend him to her will.
The eunuch panicked and fell to his knees. "Th-the empress is confined to her grand chambers, Your Imperial Majesty!"
Without uttering another word, Baekhyun stormed over immediately, his heart thumping loudly against his chest as fury overtook his being. Betrayal flooded his veins; he was seething with anger.
"You will regret lying to me," he growled under his breath, his vision zeroing in on the path towards her chambers, the place he frequented more than his own. "You will regret deceiving me."
Upon reaching the entrance of her chambers, he turned to the eunuch. "Gather all the ministers and officials who played a part in discovering the empress as what they claimed her to be in the throne room. I wish to speak with them soon."
"Yes, Your Imperial Majesty," the eunuch hurriedly replied before darting off to carry out his orders. Baekhyun steadied his breaths, his hand resting on the door as he prepared to face her once more. Under his breath, he vowed, "I swear, you will all regret it. How dare you accuse my wife of being what you are—demons."
I'm here now, my love.
Stepping into the familiar room, the emperor's heart raced with anxiety as he mulled over a perfect apology. He needed to express his deep remorse for not being there when she needed him the most, for failing to shield her from the treachery of those vultures. Reflecting on his actions, he realised he should have never left her behind. In his rush to leave for war, he had neglected to arrange proper protection for her. In hindsight, he understood that he should have never left her side in the first place.
Determined to make amends, he vowed to do better. He resolved to never again allow those ministers or officials the opportunity to torment her in his absence again. From now on, he would be her shield, her staunch protector, and her unending support.
But it might be too late for any of that.
His steps faltered, his breath caught in his chest, and his heart skipped a beat as he beheld the sight before his eyes. The sword in his hands slipped, clanging loudly as it hit the ground, and he sank to his knees in disbelief at the last thing he expected to see.
His shock deepened as he took in his wife's unrecognisable appearance. Crawling towards her limp form on the ground, he pulled her into his arms, his voice trembling with anguish. The horror settled within him like a heavy weight as he tried to imagine what atrocities these monsters had dared inflict upon her while he was gone. His mind raced with images of torture and torment, each one more gruesome than the last.
"Oh god, what have they done to you?" he whispered, his heart fracturing into a million shards as he struggled to comprehend her pale skin, her white hair, and the blood-like tears staining her cheeks. With shaking hands, he gently cupped her cold cheek, his fingers tracing the contours of her face as if seeking reassurance that she was still there, still his beloved wife.
"Please wake up, my love. This isn't funny, stop scaring me," he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. "You promised to wait for me. You promised..." His words trailed off into a broken sob as he refused to accept anything but the truth, shaking his head in denial even as he searched desperately for a pulse, even when she remained unresponsive.
"No, no, no... this can't be real. It can't be," he murmured, his mind reeling with the unimaginable horror of what he had found.
Despair and regret enveloped him as he sobbed painfully, holding her lifeless body tightly against his chest. The realisation that she was truly gone, that her final moments were spent alone in the very room she despised just to be with him, weighed heavily on his heart. He grappled with the bitter truth that he had failed her, just as she had feared when she hesitated to be with him.
Gradually, his sorrow gave way to seething rage as he recalled the faces of the ministers and officials responsible for this atrocity. They had callously taken her life, foolishly believing he would be deceived by their feeble attempt to frame her. With trembling hands, he picked up a shard of the shattered bowl nearby and brought it to his nose, recognising the metallic scent of mercury.
Suddenly, everything clicked into place.
They had poisoned her with lethal doses of mercury, causing a myriad of symptoms—tremors, headaches, muscle weakness, kidney damage, and breathing difficulties. And the deliberate administration of such high doses to turn her hair white revealed their sinister intent from the outset.
Just how much had they fed her? It was evident they had intended to kill her from the start. Anguish and fury surged within him as he vowed to make them pay.
Gently caressing her cold cheek, he leaned in to kiss her unmoving lips, his own trembling against hers. He blamed himself for everything that had transpired. Perhaps if she hadn't been with him, she would have lived a better life—a normal life with a normal man. She wouldn't have to endure such a painful and cruel death.
It was all because of him.
Regret hung heavy in his heart, but dwelling on what could have been served no purpose.
"I'm so sorry, my wife," he whispered, his voice thick with grief. "Just hold on a bit longer, alright? I'll join you soon, but first, I'll make those bastards pay. Wait for me—I won't let you face this alone. Not again."
With resolve hardening in his heart, he retrieved his sword and sheathed it once more before lifting her lifeless form into his arms. Like a man burdened by death itself, he trudged towards the throne room where justice awaited. Kicking the doors open with a forceful thrust of his leg, he was met with a sea of horrified expressions from the ministers and officials. Clearly, they hadn't anticipated the emperor's dramatic entrance, cradling his beloved empress in his arms.
Ignoring their shocked gazes, he strode past them, his eyes fixed on the throne at the far end of the room. With careful tenderness, he laid his wife down upon the ornate seat, arranging her robes and ensuring her comfort as though she were merely sleeping. Pressing a solemn kiss upon her cold forehead, he turned to face the assembled council, their unease palpable in the air.
The guilty culprits remained frozen in their places, uncertain of what awaited them.
As the emperor's gaze swept over them, the ministers and officials for the first time felt a cold shiver of fear trickle down their spines. His expression was unreadable, his appearance wild and dishevelled compared to his usual polished demeanour. Specks of blood and dirt stained his robes and skin, his hair a tangled mess, half tied up in a disarray that mirrored the chaos within him.
Gone was the warm smile that often graced his features; instead, a slow, unsettling grin crept across his face.
"My dearest ministers and officials," he began, his voice low and laced with an eerie calmness. "Your message has been received loud and clear. I hope you're satisfied now that you've succeeded in eradicating the empress, as you so desperately desired. I've given it some thought, and perhaps... you were all right."
The Minister of Rites, attempting to feign nonchalance, cleared his throat. "A-about what, Your Imperial Majesty?" he stammered.
Baekhyun's eyes gleamed with a frightening intensity as he smirked, his demeanour bordering on madness. "About what this nation truly needs," he replied, his voice carrying a chilling edge.
"Not a good emperor, but a mad one."
Without giving the men before him time to register his words, all Baekhyun saw was red. In a split second, he unsheathed his sword and transformed into a bloodthirsty animal, cutting down anyone and everyone in his path. The Minister of Rites tried to flee but to no avail. He watched in complete horror as his colleagues dropped dead one by one, their blood splattering over the grand walls of the throne room, their screams echoing.
The emperor went on a rampage, leaving no man behind. The Minister of Rites, who had been behind the idea of poisoning the empress, smearing her name by labelling her a demon, and executing her, was now filled with regret. They had turned him into the mad king his empress had feared. Perhaps they had finally achieved their goal, but it wasn't what they were prepared for.
The minister collapsed to his knees before the emperor, realising that His Imperial Majesty had saved him for last. Trembling, he rubbed his hands together in a desperate plea. "P-please, everything I've done, it's for the betterment of our nation."
Baekhyun's humourless laughter echoed through the hall, sending shivers down the minister's spine. "You truly believe that, don't you? Of course, that includes subjecting my wife to all that torment. Yes, because that is exactly what the nation needs. Unfortunately for you, I am the emperor, and I determine what's best for the nation. And in this case, I think it's better off without traitors like you. See you on the other side," were the last words the minister heard before his head was severed from his neck, rolling off to join the others on the floor.
The emperor finally turned back, his eyes softening as they landed on his beloved's lifeless body. Making his way back towards her, he knelt down beside her, tears streaming down his face as he reached for her hand. Holding it to his cheek, he missed the warmth it once had.
"I'm coming now, my love," he whispered brokenly. "I'm sorry you had to wait for so long. I'll be there with you soon."
"Yes, I understand His Imperial Majesty's orders not to enter, but it's been hours. Surely, any assembly would have concluded by now, wouldn't it?" With apprehension and curiosity, a senior court lady pushed open the doors to the once-bustling throne room, expecting to find His Imperial Majesty and his council of ministers. Instead, she was met with a horrifying sight—a scene of bloodshed and chaos spread across the grand hall.
Her piercing scream echoed through the silent room, jolting nearby palace staff into action. Rushing to the scene, they were met with a scene that chilled them to the bone. At the end of the room, amidst a sea of lifeless bodies, lay the empress on the throne, her appearance shocking all who beheld it. Beside her, her husband remained, his head cradled on her chest, their hands tightly clasped together. A gaping stab wound marred his chest—it seemed he had taken his own life before joining her in death.
Following that, the next prince in line promptly ascended the throne and found himself compelled to appoint an entirely new cabinet of ministers and officials. The entire nation descended into chaos, particularly since it was still embroiled in a war, with endless theories circulating about the events. While some speculated that the emperor succumbed to madness and killed his own council, others whispered of a conspiracy, suggesting that the ministers had orchestrated the demise of both the empress and the emperor.
Amidst this uncertainty, the new prince faced the daunting challenge of restoring order to the kingdom. With a heavy heart, he pledged to uncover the truth behind the tragic occurrences and ensure that justice was served to those responsible.
In the end, the truth of what truly occurred remained shrouded in mystery. All those involved had departed from the realm of the living. As centuries passed, that chapter in history became known as the Scarlet Requiem, a haunting tale that lingered in the collective memory of the kingdom. Despite countless efforts to unravel the enigma, the events surrounding the tragedy remained obscured by the sands of time, leaving future generations to ponder and speculate about the dark secrets of the past.
"What do you think really happened?" a woman asked her boyfriend as they studied a painting depicting the throne room scene in a museum dedicated to the events of the Scarlet Requiem.
He pondered for a moment before responding with a shrug. "It's hard to say. But judging by the way he's holding onto her, it seems he must have truly loved her. Let's hope they've found peace and happiness, whether in the afterlife or their next life."
She nodded in agreement, leaning into his comforting embrace. "Yeah, I hope so too."
He flashed a mischievous grin. "I'm just saying, if I were him, I wouldn't have left her for war in the first place."
She rolled her eyes and gave him a playful smack, though a smile danced on her lips. "I'm sure you wouldn't. I bet it's because the empress was described as beautiful as a celestial being."
He scoffed. "Doesn't matter to me how pretty she was. I'll stay only if you're my empress."
Unbeknownst to them, the couple had been contemplating their own past lives. Perhaps the emperor and empress had indeed found each other again in another existence.
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Believe it or not, this has been on my mind for months ever since seeing those AI-generated photos of Baekhyun. I had an epiphany while looking at them again yesterday and just had to write this. It's my first EXO fic, and I hope it's decent hehe~
As always, thank you for reading and let me know your thoughts! <3
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myrainbowgelpen · 4 months ago
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(now playing) 🎧: Stay Up — BAEKHYUN
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mybiasisexo · 6 months ago
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Just saw ur drabble game can i request 1 and 37 with baekhyun 🤌🏻
Admit It 🐐
Genre: angst | supernatural!au | demon!bbh Pairing: Baekhyun x f.Reader Length: 1.7k Warnings: Language | Religious themes | Satanic stuff
a/n: an instant personal fave. I love demon/angel concepts. really want to write something filled with my lore/ideas of it one day 🥲
DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST
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You are drunk.
That was the only way you could muster the courage to initiate your plan.
You stumble blindly into your home, too busy kissing some stranger you seduced and lured back here. The kisses are wet and messy, you let out a moan as you finally open your eyes, scanning your living area only to see it empty besides the two of you. A wave of disappointment washes over you, but you push on. There is still time.
“Bedroom?” The man asks.
You shake your head. “Couch is closer.”
He lets out a satisfied moan, but it doesn’t ignite anything in you. Nothing does anything for you anymore lately. Nothing except—
All of the cabinets in your kitchen fly open with a loud bang, your lights briefly blinding as they turn on simultaneously. The television also turns on, blaring some news story tragic enough to make any man soft.
The chaos startles the stranger, and he releases your lips with a yell. He scans your home in terror. “What the hell!?”
You pretend to be just as frightened. “I don’t know what’s going on. But whatever is responsible for it seems angry.”
“I’m too drunk for this shit,” the guy says, sacrificing you as he rushes to the front door. “I’m leaving!”
“Rude,” you mumble as you slam the door behind him. Sure, he didn’t know you, but it still stung he just left you to fend off whatever evil is lurking here.
You raise your voice. “You can stop now.”
The television shuts off, leaving you in an eerie silence.
That silence is broken by a husky voice. “You seem rather pleased with yourself.”
Pleased describes you perfectly right now. You don’t fight the smug grin growing on your lips. Shrugging innocently, you make your way over to the kitchen, believing that’s where the source of the voice resides.
Indeed, a man now leans against a counter, glaring at you under raven black bangs.
“Didn’t expect to see you, Baekhyun.” You say, leaning a shoulder against your fridge. You now stand a few feet in front of him, observing the art that is Baekhyun. He’s wearing his usual get up: black pants, glossy boots, and the star of the show: a tan tank that stretches across his torso deliciously. You notice the elegance of his neck, the broadness of his shoulders, the curve of his pecks, the veins running down his exposed arms, and his graceful hands that currently gripped the counter in an act of restraint.
You find the action rather interesting.
“Since when did you bring random men home?” He asks it casually. Even straightening a bit to feign disinterest. You’re unconvinced. His knuckles are white from how tightly he holds onto the edge of your counter, and his shoulders have a slight shake to them.
You tilt your head. “Since when did you care what I do?”
He gives you a devastating grin. “I don’t.”
“That explains the cabinet trick.” You point at said cabinets that are all still wide open.
The smile falls from his face. He’s back to glaring, which should be terrifying with those depthless black eyes of his. Instead, you fight off the urge to laugh at him.
“I was protecting you,” he explains through clenched teeth.
“I don’t need you to protect me.”
“Your actions say otherwise.”
You scoff. “I thought you’d be proud. Don’t demons like using people or something?”
He rolls his eyes at your assumption. “I’m a demon, not a sociopath.”
Yeah, so maybe the man brooding before you isn’t much of a man. He’s actually a demon you accidentally summoned nearly a year ago after getting into some dumb stuff with your friends. Instead of killing you—which he claims demons aren’t capable of doing, but you have your suspicions—he decided to kill time bothering you. You’ve tried everything to get him out: reverse spells, sage, salt. Hell, at your most desperate you brought in a priest to bless the place. To no avail. He refused to leave, therefore, you’re stuck with him.
He’s more a nuisance than anything else. He likes teasing you. Jumping out of corners to frighten you, writing ‘scary’ messages in the fog of your bathroom mirror after a shower, hiding stuff you need just to watch you stressfully search for it, things of that nature. Between those moments are the ones when you both learn from the other. He’s grown curious of modern humanity and your little gadgets. He also has no problem answering the questions you have about the afterlife and faith. It doesn’t help that, despite what historians and religious folk say, nothing about his appearance is monstrous. Oh, quite the contrary. Baekhyun is absolutely stunning. The type of man that could easily ruin a life.
But, again, he isn’t a man.
That fact hasn’t stopped you from forming a crush.
That’s what led to tonight’s events. You’re falling and Baekhyun is hard to read. He’s sultry and flirty and you’ve grown delusional enough to believe he might like you back. But, how can you not when he’s currently taking in your skimpily dressed body. The way his eyes fall to your frame…it’s as though he’s doing it without his own permission, like he can’t help himself. He loses himself in your curves, mapping out your figure the same way you had done to his earlier. You can tell which part he’s appreciating from the heat radiating off his gaze, burning every inch of your skin. It has your heart gaining speed, your skin so warm you’re beginning to sweat. If he keeps looking at you like that, you swear you’re going to attack him. You’re going to latch onto him the same way you did the man that fled your place only a few minutes ago.
You just need to know he also yearns for you.
“Just admit it,” you whisper. That draws his attention up to your face, lingering on your mouth before he speaks.
“Admit what, Angel?” He asks gruffly.
“That you did that because you were jealous.”
One of his perfectly sculpted eyebrows rise. “Why would I be jealous?”
“Because you hate seeing me with someone else,” you push.
He opens his mouth to object, but pauses. His eyes widen slightly with realization.
You smirk. “I’m right, aren’t I? You are jealous.”
He’s glaring again, saying your name in a warning. “Stop.”
“Jealous~,” you sing. “Jealouuuus—"
“I’m not jealous, you’re jealous,” he snaps with a pout.
“Oh, real mature.”
“Coming from the woman who was singing just now.”
To prove his point you stick your tongue out at him.
He shakes his head at your antics. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re trying to change the subject!”
He grows quiet, his face pinches, conflicted. “I don’t know what that was.”
You don’t reply, allowing him to gather his thoughts.
“Many have fallen from grace because of the seduction of humanity. I have never been tempted, never saw the appeal of you frail beings. But, you’re different, and I don’t understand why. I’m drawn to you, and I care about you. I’m experiencing things I never had, feeling things I can’t explain, but what I do know is….” He jerks away from the counter, rushing to trap you against the fridge with his body. His hands go to your hair, cradling your face, holding your gaze with the inferno that is his home ablaze within his dark eyes. “I want you.”
He studies you in awe, hands shaking in fear or something else, you aren’t sure. “I have never craved anything more in my life. It’s driving me insane.”
You hear it—the want, the desperation, the hunger. It heals something within you, knowing that whatever your feeling is returned.
“I want you too,” you reveal breathlessly. “I want you so bad, Baekhyun. I have for a while.”
He blinks, shock coloring his features. There are other emotions as well, but they pass so quickly you can’t decipher them.
His breath is haggard as he presses his forehead against yours. “I thought voicing these thoughts would make the feeling in my chest go away, but I’m even more restless.”
You let out a shaky laugh, grabbing at his shirt to drag him closer and have him press fully into you. He lets out a groan that ignites your body.
Just as it seems he’s about to break and finally kiss you, he sighs. “I’m being summoned.”
You didn’t understand a lot of Baekhyun’s world. Didn’t understand the Underworld and its laws. From the little he has explained, it isn’t like the Hell Christian’s have painted. The devil does exist, but he doesn't rule over Hell like a dictatorship. Baekhyun is high up in the ranks, but how much authority he holds you aren’t exactly sure. Still, there’s no denying how powerful a demon he is. Your futile attempts at exorcising him is enough proof of that.
“I don’t want you to go,” you admit.
He swallows thickly. “Believe me, Angel, I don’t either. Not after this.”
He pulls back just enough to check you out again and lets out a torturous groan.
“Then don’t,” you say meekly, knowing he’ll reject it. You pull him back to you, enveloping your arms around him. Your hands go to his shoulder blades and he inhales sharply. Biting your lip, you lower your hands, wrapping them around his waist and holding him tightly. “Maybe you could stay? Just for tonight?”
It takes him a minute to answer and you hold your breath in anticipation. Finally, he chuckles and returns your hug. “You’re going to get me in trouble, but okay. I’ll stay.”
You lean back to smile excitedly up at him. “You will?”
The way he’s looking at you at that moment nearly makes you cry. You have never seen Baekhyun so…human. He gives you a matching smile and it’s breathtaking. “I will. I’ll do anything for you.”
And then he’s kissing you and it’s even better than you ever imagined. Still, in the back of your mind you can’t help but wonder if Baekhyun’s words are going to come back to haunt you both….
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kthyg · 2 years ago
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ghoul. — (intoxication)
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[FOURTH (4) INSTALMENT OF GHOUL SERIES : INTOXICATION]
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“Familiarity. That was what Taehyung felt.”
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Rosé couldn't celebrate your successful solo mission with you, so she invited Taehyung to celebrate with you.
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pairing : taehyung x reader
rating : M
genre : tokyo ghoul au, soulmate au
disclaimer : this story is a work of fiction. descriptions of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.
warning : nothing.
word count : 6.3k+
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lexicon & profiles | masterpost | masterlist | navigation
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note from winter 💌 :
i have no notes for this... except for i love oc and tae's interaction during the dinner so much. and I have an obsession for someone taking candid photos of me, its a kink atp HAHA also, smut on the next part just telling y'all ;))))
💌 what is winter listening to? : bambi by baekhyun
📝 if you want to know more about this au, you can refer to lexicon & profiles. any other questions you can refer to me !!
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dedication : to my sleep demon pt.2
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             The sun marked the beginning and end of the day.
             When it rose, sunrise, marked the beginning of a new day. And when it set, sunset, it signified the end of the day. The silky, smooth collusions of sky burst red and yellow washed and painted itself over the colourless, milky white building of KCCG.
             It was the end of the working hour for most office workers in Korea including KCCG. The road was packed with cars and motorbikes. The sidewalk was not any less crowded than the road; People were walking back to their homes. 
             “Rosie,” you whined. Locking your arms with your friend’s one. The two of you had passed the entrance gate, now on your way to the main door to exit the building. 
             “(Y/N),” Rosé mimicked. A light chuckle followed shortly after. 
             Clinging hard on her arm, you let your cheek be squashed against her arm. Not quite reaching her shoulder due to her model-like height. “You promised a celebration dinner with me…” 
             “I’m sorry,” Rosé sighed regretfully. “Something came up in 10th ward… I really wanted to celebrate with you but if I don’t check on the 10th ward ASAP, Jay will kill me.”
             Rosé worked under the control of Jay or Jung Hoseok, the Chief Director of Division 2. She was a Special Class investigator and also the leader of R Squad. Every Special Class investigator was required to form their own Squad with adequate members in range 3 to 4 excluding themselves. A group of 5 or 6, only then the team could be registered as a squad. 
             Why didn’t Director Kim station you in her squad instead… 
             You understood or at least you tried to be professional, but you couldn’t help to pout. It was your first solo successful mission in Q Squad. In every squad, the members including the leader were obligated to carry out solo missions that were designated for them. These missions were often put on the hardest difficulty, not everyone could pass on the first try. 
             Unlocking her arm from you, she turned her body to face you. “Don’t pout or I’ll kiss you,” her hands cupped your cheeks. 
             You pouted even harder to tease her. She chuckled before her thumb reached out to play with your lips.
             Her eyes flickered to look up and behind you. Recognising someone, she called out. “Oh, V!”
             V?
             You craned your neck to look at the said person.
             Kim Taehyung. God’s favourite.
             You had almost forgotten the name he used in KCCG as you always go for his government name. Taehyung was a charming yet mysterious man. He was the epitome of perfection. From his perfect and symmetrical facial proportions to his well-built body. Like Jimin, Taehyung has enough muscle at the right place, and like Rosé, they shared almost the same height, the model-like height.
             “Going home?” Your friend asked in a friendly manner. You reached for her hands that had been cupping your face to put them down.
             “Yes,” his baritone voice was honey to your ears. You wouldn’t admit it, but you have a big fat crush on him or maybe you were just attracted to him. Could you blame yourself? Almost everyone in KCCG was attracted to or even openly admitted to having a crush on him. “What about you? I heard there’s a commotion at ward 10.”
             Rosé nodded unenthusiastically. “I swear it was clear yesterday. The ghouls can’t give us a break for God’s sake.” Her hand unconsciously found yours as she held onto your hand. You let her. 
             At least it made you feel included.
             “What can you expect? 10th ward’s ghouls are vigorous, I can’t lie.” He said, followed by a deep chuckle.
             God, the chuckle. You’re so damned.
             “Very true,” she agreed eagerly. “You’re in charge of ward 8, right?”
             V nodded.
             Smirking, she asked, “Want to switch up by the end of this week?” Her eyebrows wiggled. 
             “No, thank you.” He was quick to turn her down. “I can assure you ward 8 is not any better than 10.”
             Rosé playfully rolled her eyes. You couldn’t help but smile at her behaviour. She was the epitome of the real social butterfly; she could get along with anyone and knew almost everyone in KCCG. As if finally remembering something, she looked at you before she directed her attention back to the male investigator. “Oh, V, what are you having for dinner?”
             “Good question,” he hummed, cupping his chin. “I have yet to decide.”
             Rosé eyes shone. “How about a dinner with (Y/N)?”
             “Huh–” You stared at her in shock.
             “Huh?” V didn’t expect that question, too, it seemed.
             Clapping her hands together keenly, she began to explain. “We were supposed to celebrate (Y/N)’s successful solo mission, but, well, something came up, like I said.”
             After a long pause, she blurted out. “Can you go in my place?” 
             Shocked, you quickly intervened. “T–There’s no need!” 
             Although you liked the idea of getting to stare and listen to Taehyung for a longer time, you would not want to be in the awkward situation of two people, that barely knew each other, having dinner. “We were just planning to drink– Not a proper dinner at all!”
             You were literally begging her to reconsider by giving excuses. “Plus, I can still celebrate it with you tomorrow…”
             Rosé frowned. “Eh, that restaurant near this building, what its name? The First? They offer proper dinner though.”
             That was the only thing that got through her head.
             “Yeah, I guess, but–” You tried to come up with another reason because you knew damn well that the restaurant does serve proper dinner in the menu option. You were a regular there.
             Completely dismissing you, she went ahead to ask the male investigator. “So, V? Are you down for some drinking?” She playfully winked at him with a drinking gesture. 
             “Wait–” You gripped her sleeves, trying to hold her back desperately. “I’m pretty sure Investigator V has something better to do than drinking–”
             You would rather have 5 hours training session with The Min Yoongi or maybe Jimin than have dinner with Taehyung. Not because he was a horrible man or anything akin, – the two were definitely not the lesser evil though – it was just that… If it was a dinner with V and Rosé, then yes, you would be fine with it.
             “Sure,” he cut you off. With a shrug, he added. “I don’t mind actually.”
             “You don’t need to!” You quickly told him with a shake of head. “Uhm, I can ask Minghao or Sunoo…?”
             “I mean V agreed to go,” Rosé frowned but didn’t relent to try convincing you. Why do you even need to be convinced? “Plus, don’t you have like a cr–”
             Your eyes widened. You knew she would babble her mouth about your folders. Cutting her off with a high-pitched ‘okay’, you quickly pushed your hand to cup over her mouth. Instantly agreeing with her idea. “I think 10th ward is calling for you!”
             “Gosh, okay. Okay,” she pulled away your hand from her mouth. Her eyes scrutinised your figure before she asked, “Did you bring your camera?”
             “Of course,” a frown found its place on your temple. “Why did you ask…?”
             Rosé mimicked the pose of a photographer – except that she was exaggerating – and subtly pointing at V. Your eyes immediately widened at her signal and quickly pushed her away. You waited until she was out of your vision before you turned to V.
             You would hate to admit that you liked to take pictures of him.
             Both secretly and openly.
             Secretly, when you would see him around KCCG, and like a beautiful flower in the garden, you couldn’t fight the urge to capture its beauty, it was the same for Taehyung. Openly, when you were assigned to do a meeting report or any reports in general that required you to include pictures of the related event, or when the magazine companies would like to feature KCCG as the front page, KCCG would – most of the time – send Taehyung and Jimin for it.
             “Let’s go…?” This was going down to your history book of the most awkward situation.
             The charming smile of his sent your heart to drum fast in your chest and butterfly wilding in your stomach.
             “After you.” Gentleman.
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             “Table for two, please.” You told the waitress with a polite smile.
             She led you and Taehyung to a table. You noted how redness covered her cheeks and ears. Assuming it must’ve been because of Taehyung, you could only laugh to yourself. She probably has a crush on the male investigator with the way she was openly gawking at him with a dreamy look while taking the order. Taehyung was popular in Korea due to his career and his look. He received attention everywhere he went.  
             An order of Samgyeopsal and Jokbal was placed, and the girl took her leave to the kitchen. You took off your long white coat and draped it over the chair next to you. Taehyung had chosen to sit on the opposite side, facing you. 
             As if that didn’t add up to your nervousness that has already reached its peak.
             You were left in KCCG formal innerwear: a turtleneck shirt, cargo pants, and platform boots, all in jet black. KCCG was very monotonous. You noticed Taehyung seemed to have taken off his coat as well. His innerwear was nothing different from yours except that he was wearing a pair of patent leather boots.
             This was the first time you had seen him without his coat.
             You have always seen him in that white coat. Given that he was under Director Jung’s division, you didn’t bump into him frequently – or else you would’ve had the chance to witness him in mission state. Rosé, however, was under the same division as him which explained her friendliness towards him.
             Come to think of it, this was the first time you were having a meal with Taehyung. Just the two of you. Of course, you have had dinners with him, but they were joined by your colleagues as well. Most of the time, it was just company dinners or some other celebrations. That, too, you never really try to talk to him during those occasions because you would either be with Jimin or your squad members.
             Squad was a very essential thing in KCCG, and it was divided into two categories, operation squad and mentoring squad. Operation squads usually consisted of powerful and strongest investigators derived from Special Cases, Associate Special Cases, and First Classes. This kind of squad was liable for disbandment as it was not a permanent group. Operation squads could exist due to any calling for it from the higher-ups and cease when the operation was finished, not subject to success or failure. 
             Mentoring squad was a permanent squad. Once a person earned the title of ghoul investigator after graduating from the training academy, he or she would be sorted into a squad. Squad sorting would be determined by the division directors’ evaluations. Once sorted into a squad, one was bound to stick in it forever unless changes were made. In any KCCG function, the seating plan was according to squads. It was a rare case for a squad to have changing members because if there were to be any problem, it was to be solved within the squad itself, according to the leader’s orders and commands.
             It was also a rare case for the higher-ups to be involved in the matter of squad and you happened to be one of the rare cases.
             “I heard Namjoon removed you from Jimin’s squad.”
             You looked at him with wide eyes, unsure as to how to reply to him.
             If that’s what you heard, then you aren’t wrong, was what you wanted to reply with but decided against it.
             Avoiding eye contact, you forced out a nod. Way too many people have come to you and asked that. You were getting sick of it. Most of them would continue to pin you as the problem. You didn’t have the heart to tell the truth… Just because. Taehyung only hummed as he leaned back into his seat with arms crossed on his chest. You squirmed in your seat uncomfortably under his gaze.
             “Jimin is my soulmate.” He announced suddenly. The charming, gentlemanly aura was long gone as it was now replaced with a cold, aloof character.
             His sudden disclosure about Jimin was met with a puzzled look on your face. “I… See?”
             It was his turn to look astounded. A hint of annoyance was evident in his voice as he continued. “I’m glad you are not in his squad anymore. You’re way too close to him for a childhood friend.”
             Blinking, you were very much confused but slowly, you asked, “Are you jealous…?”
             “What– Of course not!” He quickly retorted. “As if someone like you could make me jealous.”
             You badly wanted to roll your eyes but decided against it as you sighed. “I hope you’re not getting the wrong idea, but I have no desire for Investigator Park. I don’t have any feelings for him if that’s what you’re mad for…”
             “And I didn’t know you and Investigator Park are soulmates,” you awkwardly added as your hands fidgeted under the table. Never in your life would want to make someone feel insecure or be a threat to someone’s sacred bond and you most definitely didn’t want to be a homewrecker.
             You liked Taehyung, and you have a crush on him, but would you even call it a crush? You liked pretty things and he happened to be one of the world’s wonders.
             “I like pretty things.”
             “And? Why are you telling me that?”
             Because I feel the need to assure you in whatever way possible.
             You sighed. “Investigator Park is majestically pretty and so are you. It’s just a silly attraction, but I promise you I don’t have any romantic feelings for the two of you.”
             “Do you have a soulmate?” He suddenly asked.
             Taken aback, you blinked at him, “No.”
             The subtle look of shock didn’t go unnoticed by you, but he was quick to be apathetic. “Therefore, I don’t trust you.”
             “Up to you…” You looked away defeatedly with yet another sigh.
             You didn’t blame him for not trusting, honestly. You completely understood where he was coming from, but you would very much want to justify yourself with the fact that you’ve been with Jimin since kids and that if you have feelings for him, you would’ve been rejected before you could even confess. 
             Maybe that was why you didn’t justify yourself. Your reasons were not helpful to the situation at all.
             The Samgyeopsal and Jokbal you had ordered finally arrived along with a few bottles of Soju. The worker set up the grill and you immediately began to prepare to cook the meats. When the grill finally reached the desirable heat, you carefully placed each piece on top of the hot grill pan. Taehyung quietly helped you along as he got himself a pair of tongs.
             “You like photography?” He broke the silence with the sudden question.
             He seemed like the type of person that couldn’t handle quietness. You cast a side eye at him. He gave you a bored face as he jutted out his chin at the camera bag next to you. You slowly nodded but then you continued to cook up the meats when Taehyung fell silent again.
             “Show me your skill.” He finally spoke again after moments of silence.
             “What…” You gave him a dirty look. If it was someone else, you would’ve complied immediately, not questions. If it was anyone else, you wouldn’t have dared to do so, but Taehyung stopped wearing his gentleman mask. If he found no reason to be a gentleman around you, you surely should not have any reason to keep up with your good-girl image around him.
             Or at least that was what you told yourself.
             You got that unfamiliar sense of comfort around him. Although he was very much hostile towards you when he told you about Jimin, other than that, he treated you normally. You found yourself to be more expressive and open to him. It wasn’t Investigator V that was present here with you.
             It was Kim Taehyung.
             “My camera is full of your soulmate.”
             “You take pictures of me too.”
             “Is that a statement?”
             “Yes.”
             Surrendering, you put down your tongs. Your camera bag on your right was dark, hueless; black with your signature, and a small Lotus next to it, embedded in the fabric. It was given by Minghao as a birthday present for you. Taking the camera out of its shelter, you turned it on and searched for some pictures of him. 
             Truthfully, there were quite a number of his pictures in the camera. You thought you had transferred it to your computer. They were pictures of the latest photoshoot for KCCG weekly magazine. This week, Taehyung and his squad were featured in the magazine so, as you have been doing religiously, you attended the photoshoot. 
             You showed him the pictures. He casually took the camera away from your grasp. Well, he looked like he was experienced in holding a camera, so you didn’t panic. You picked up your tongs again as you continued cooking the meat and putting the cooked ones in your bowl and Taehyung’s as he mindlessly went through your camera’s gallery. 
             “Not bad,” Taehyung mumbled with a playful smirk tugging on his lips.
             Heat crept up to your face as you felt your face getting warm. Although that didn’t sound like a genuine compliment, it was the first feedback you ever received from someone that viewed your pictures. You let Jimin look through your gallery occasionally, but he never said anything about the pictures.
             Taehyung was intrigued. He was amazed by the pictures you have taken of him. Glancing at you through his lashes, he saw you smiling. An endearing smile as your eyes shone with a gleam of adoration. He caught himself smiling together with you but quickly wiped it away as he continued going through your camera until the end. There were pictures of Jimin's solo shoot for the 2nd Ward monthly magazine. 
             He always thought his soulmate would make a good model but after seeing your photos, maybe it was better Jimin wasn’t a model. The modelling industry would be under his feet instantly. Your pictures of him proved how majestically beautiful Jimin was. 
             Click!
             He heard a shot was taken. “What are you doing?”
             “Taking pictures of the food…?” You replied.
             He frowned as if you did something very offensive towards him. “Shouldn’t you include the person you’re eating with too?”
             Are you serious? “Whose rule is that?”
             “Mine.”
             Rolling your eyes, you continued to snap more pictures. “Shut up and eat before they get cold.”
             Taehyung brought the camera to his eye level. You were still busy trying to get the perfect angle and lighting for the pictures, and he silently clicked a photo.
             You looked perfectly flawless – or maybe it was just his skill or the camera.
             He slowly angled the camera to his eye level again as he intended to take another picture but as he was looking through the camera lens, you were already staring at him with a boring look. “Taking my pictures now?”
             “Jokes on you, I was taking pictures of the food.”
             “Jokes on you, do you think I’m stupid?” You retorted but couldn’t help the small laugh that followed shortly after. “Give that here.”
��            He gave you puppy eyes, but you quickly turned him down as you narrowed your eyes at him. Surprisingly, he surrendered with a pout. He looked like a sad puppy as he picked up his chopsticks to himself some meats. 
             Bringing the camera to your eye, you prompted him. “Look here.” 
             Click!
             A picture of him munching on the meat, luscious lips pouting. The flavour of the meat burst in his mouth as he savoured the food, eyes widened in pleasure.
             You couldn’t contain your laugh as you reviewed the picture you just took. “You look cute.”
             If you weren’t so busy with the camera, you would’ve seen the way his eyes widened as blood rushed to his face, cheeks flushed from your compliment. He didn’t know why he reacted in such a way but something about you complimenting him so nonchalantly must’ve caught him off guard.
             The two of you continued bickering from him urging you to delete the pictures to you nagging about the foods getting cold because of the never-ending bickering and Taehyung that doesn’t seem to want to stop. You shoved pieces of meat together with lettuce into his mouth to shut him up. But as if that stopped him. He continued to babble to the point he drifted into some random topic. You only listened to him while you cook up more meats for him. 
             It was as if the two of you were close friends.
             Taehyung fed you meats in between his random speech and having food offered right in front of you, who wouldn’t open their mouth automatically? Surely not you, hence your lips parted every time food was offered to you by Taehyung. Sometimes, you would pick up the meat off the grill and immediately offer it to him after blowing away some steam. 
             It felt so natural.
             For him to feed you. For you to feed him. For you to listen to him as he went through from KCCG matter to some personal stories and random thoughts. 
             It naturally happened. 
             It naturally happened to the point you found yourself downing bottles of Soju mindlessly, definitely going over your drinking limit. You were a light drinker, but you didn’t care as you let the alcoholic drink continue to enter your system. 
             Taehyung looked at you. He was far from being drunk, for whatever reason. But he has the decency to remind you as he took away the bottle of Soju from your hand. “I think that’s enough of Soju for you, (Y/N).”
             You could only whine in response, grumpily picking up your chopsticks again and shoving a few leftover slices of meat into your mouth. 
             “Aigo, (Y/N),” a soft voice cooed. 
             Taehyung and you simultaneously turned towards the voice – even though you were not exactly functioning well, your sense was surprisingly still functioning and able to pick up your surroundings.
             You seemed to recognise the lady as you whined in response. “Ajumma…”
             It was probably the restaurant’s owner.
             “Let’s stop here, okay?” The old lady came next to you as she caressed your shoulders gently. You mumbled something inaudible for her old hearing as you put down your utensils. 
             The lady looked at Taehyung as she asked. “Are you her boyfriend?”
             “No, I’m her colleag–”
             “He’s my friend!” You exclaimed; your head whipped so fast as you looked at the lady next to you, index finger shushing over your lips. “Ajumma, he’ll get maaad if you call him my boyfriend. He already has a soulmate!” You whispered – more like trying to – the last sentence in her ears.
             “Pull yourself together, (Y/N).” Taehyung shook his head as he heaved a heavy sigh.
             “It’s not often I get to see her like this.” She told him after chuckling softly. “You must be a special friend to her.”
             “Special?” He repeated with pure confusion.
             This was the first time you and he were having dinner together. 
             “When she comes here with her friends, she never gets drunk.” She remembered the times when you would not drink even a sip of those alcoholic beverages as you stuck with your usual Cola. Even when one of your friends offered you to drink, the invitation was politely refused by you and for sure you must’ve felt really bad for rejecting it. “So, for her to get drunk in front of you, she must’ve really trusted you a lot.”
             Your arms found their way as you circled the old lady’s figure. “Ajumma, I want a soulmate, too…” The sound of melancholy was apparent in your voice and certainly didn’t go unnoticed by the lady and even Taehyung. 
             Sighing pitifully, she caressed your head, “You’ll meet the one soon, honey.”
             You must’ve been so lonely, she thought.
             Finding a soulmate in today’s world is very crucial, but not everyone would find one. They would make one. In a world where the ghouls roamed around and blended in with the humans, one out of ten ghouls would have human as their soulmates and ghoul soulmates as the humans’, but not everyone was willing and ready to commit to someone who was not of their kind or more like they could not risk it.
             There was a reason for the establishment of both CCG and KCCG, after all.
             They were an anti-ghoul organisation. 
             Humans were not to get along with ghouls as they were considered monsters and existed for nothing but to cause chaos. CCG and KCCG made it their main purpose to exterminate the whole existence of ghouls as per their motto, to create a better world for humans, free from any danger. 
             That was why some people make their own soulmates. Modern technology and medicine paved the way for people who wanted to choose their own soulmates or run away from the ill-fated soulbond. Although some people still preferred the traditional way and pain-free because the alternative way was said to be painful and time-consuming as one must go through many procedures in order for a new desired soul bond to be established. 
             Expensive too. 
             Your eyes closed as you mumbled with sorrow. “What if I already meet them? But I don’t feel any connection with Mingyu and Minghao, but I love them, and they love me.”
             The old lady tried to recall the guys you mentioned, and it clicked rather quickly given the number of times she had seen you with them. Indeed, you were very close to them. They treated you earnestly, lovingly, and caringly to the point she had thought they were your destined lovers, but you had explained before that they weren’t.
             It was hard for even the lady to fathom the fact that they weren’t your soulmates too because she knew for a fact that your relationship with them was definitely not a normal one.
             How could three souls be very loving and inseparable but not soulmates?
             The three of you were one piece that was separated into three.
             “They have to be my soulmates…” 
             Taehyung’s eyebrow twitched at your last sentence. The unexplainable urge to shut your mouth was clouding his mind, but at least you passed out now. He was not really a fan of the whole soulmate system although he already has his own soulmates. He liked to be free. Free from commitments. His soulmates gave him the freedom he wanted, of course, but at the end of the day, he was still in a relationship that required his commitment.
             Or at least that was what he thought.
             What was it that had you desiring soulmates so badly? 
             Couldn’t you just wait for them to naturally come to you?
             You looked so desperate and pathetic.
             “Poor kid,” the lady kindly supported your head that was resting on her. The soft and gentle caresses on the side of your head never ceased and it irked Kim Taehyung. He has the urge to push away that hand and replace it with his but for his own good sake, he held himself back. “Young man, you can go home if you want to, I can handle her.”
             Her free hand went beneath her apron as she rummaged through her pocket for something. “Let me try to call Mingyu or Minghao…”
             God, if Taehyung wasn’t so close to pushing that old woman off you.
             Does she think he wouldn’t have the least amount of decency to bring her back home after having dinner with you?
             Does she not trust him even though she mentioned him being a special someone for you?
             Of course not.
             He just had dinner with you.
             For the first time.
             And it was the first time the owner had seen you with someone other than Mingyu and Minghao. Even if there were someone else, she would’ve recognised.
             She doesn’t trust him.
             But then again, he doesn’t trust the old lady as well.
             “No, it’s fine,” Taehyung said with his box smile, fighting back a snarl. “I can get her home.” He doesn’t need to justify himself as his aura spoke for him. He rounded the table to get to your side and practically snatched you from the lady’s hold. 
             His voice held finality as well as his action.
             Taehyung gently manoeuvred you into wearing your coat. Outside was cold and windy, he wouldn’t want you to freeze to death before you could even reach your home. When he was done keeping you warm securely, he carefully carried you on his back. Luckily neither you nor Taehyung brought own Quinque because it would’ve been a pain in the neck to carry it along at this moment. 
             There was one thing that was still a problem.
             He didn’t know where you live.
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             The night was cold as Taehyung carried you on his back. Wind marched into the chilly picture blowing like a sneezing monster, peeling off the brown cadaverous leaves from the strangled tree branches. The night would chill anyone down to the bone, but Taehyung remained unfazed as he strode in the cold weather.
             The cold night breeze blew on your face, making you nuzzle into Taehyung’s neck in search of some warmth. Your body had picked up the spine-chilling temperature despite your mind being hazy from the alcohol. After some more snuggling, failure in search of perfect warmth, your eyes fluttered open. 
             Taehyung has very acute senses, you have come to notice that. Perhaps it was due to his years of being a ghoul investigator, but it still didn’t fail to amaze you as he spoke the second your eyes blinked open. 
             “You’re so heavy.”
             Processing his word, you narrowed your eyes at him – although he couldn’t see you or if his peripheral vision was wide enough to see you, “Literally no one asked you to carry me!” You chided.
             “I’ll let you fall,” he voiced with a minatory voice and that shut you up immediately.
             “Put me down properly, dude,” you finally spoke again after minutes of silence. You’d rather walk than be carried by him knowing the fact that he could drop you off anytime. The thought of falling was very much not entertaining at this moment. Taehyung didn’t hesitate to let you down. “That gentleman image was just for show, was it?”
             “I’m glad you’ve realised,” he brushed you off as he continued walking, leaving you behind.
             One time he was bearable, another time he was nothing but an arsehole.
             You rolled your eyes, “Ever since you told me Investigator Park is your soulmate,” and caught up with him. You didn’t notice how Taehyung had already slowed down his pace as now he was sauntering. He was waiting for you to at least walk next to him instead of getting out of breath with just a few quick steps. A smug grin paint itself on his face as he heard you whining and maffling.
             It was only today and just now that Taehyung finally has a moment with you. Alone. He would occasionally see you with Rosé after the working hour or maybe he actually noticed you during the photoshoots but didn’t bring himself to give extra care about you. 
             Telling you that Jimin was his soulmate was just an excuse. Heck, even the whole dinner was just an excuse. He never wanted to have dinner with you, he would not want to. He had agreed to Rosé because he saw it as an opportunity: a chance to push you away from Jimin. You were the problem in Jimin’s squad. A hindrance. He was nothing but glad and elated when Namjoon had done him a favour of removing you from Jimin’s squad – not quite directly but the complaints were very helpful, and he was very thankful to whoever filed those complaints against you.
             But a dinner with you was fun.
             He hated to admit that.
             You felt like a friend to him.
             “Look, if you don’t want to carry me, let me at least cling on your arm for some support.” You huffed; arms crossed.
             A scoff escaped his lips as he gave you a side glance, “You sure are something when you’re drunk, (Y/N),” but he still offered you his arm.
             He shouldn’t have done that, right? He should yank his arm away from you.
             But that moment never came. He didn’t feel the supposed emotion of anger or hatred bubbling when he was with you. Not even during the dinner just now. He told himself he was supposed to piss you off, embarrass you, and watch as you run out of the restaurant crying your heart out, be it tears of anger, humiliation, or even grief for the broken heart.
             He wanted you away from his soulmate and him.
             You should just be with your alleged soulmate.
             Maybe your bond was broken.
             Maybe you were soulless.
             But why did all those thoughts stir uneasiness in him?
             “How come you’re not drunk in the slightest?” You asked. The question had come out as slurring.
             “Because who will take care of you when you’re drunk.” That came out as a natural response, he didn’t even think of constructing some believable lies.
             You loured. “Lies. You don’t care whether or not I get drunk, and you certainly don’t care about the aftermath. You simply don’t get drunk.” 
             For one you were definitely sharp, he thought.
             Shrugging, he said in a boring tone. “Whatever makes you sleep at night.”
             You heard his tone, of course. So, you took it as a cue to shut your drunk self. Your tired eyes travelled down to the ground, watching as your steps matched with Taehyung’s. He definitely slowed down his pace. A small smile involuntarily tugged on your lips. Taehyung was soft despite the cold persona he had presented to you when he told you about Jimin. He was a guy overflowing with emotions but didn’t have a way to express them or at least had trouble doing so, hence he opted to suppress those emotions.
             Heaviness started to gather on your eyelids as you struggle to keep your eyes open. Your pace was becoming slower, and Taehyung noticed the drag. He slightly turned to look at you only to see you sleeping. Eyes closed, your eyelashes lay like veils upon your cheeks, lips slightly parted, and regulated and calm pattern on breathing. 
             You look divine.
             And if people were to pass by, they would think Taehyung was in love.
             “(Y/N)?” A voice thick with an accent called, drawing only Taehyung’s attention as you passed out again. A blondie. 
             Another voice jumped in, sounding very excited. “It’s really you!” A brunette. 
             Japanese?
             “Ah, she’s drunk,” The brunette said.
             The first voice that had called you turned to Taehyung, giving a slight bow, “Oh, sorry,” she apologised. “Are you (Y/N)’s boyfriend…?”
             You mumbled something gibberish and clung even harder to Taehyung’s arm, going as far as burying and hiding your face. Probably protecting your face from the harsh and cold wind. 
             “…n – not my boyfriend… I have boyfriends – Mhmph…” You were mumbling in Japanese as if your brain picked up the surroundings but not really functioning accordingly. He heard you clearly albeit it might sound gibberish to the others.
             “Ming…yuuu,” you slurred.
             And Taehyung decided he had enough of your shit.
             His hands immediately found the back of your knees as he scooped you into his arms causing a yelp to escape your throat but despite the sudden force, you still didn’t come to your sense, mind was still heavy and clouded by the bottles of Soju you just had. 
             He made a mental note to not let you drink anymore.
             Anymore?
             Would there be a next time? Was he hoping for another dinner with just you?
             “I apologise but she’s really out of it today,” pardoning on your behalf, the foreign language was fluent on Taehyung’s tongue as he put on his gentleman mask. “Are you perhaps her friends?”
             “Yes,” she answered enthusiastically. “I’ve never seen (Y/N) this drunk!”
             For a fact, this brunette looked really fascinated by you.
             The elegant-looking blondie pulled back her thrilled friend by her shoulder, whispering something that made the brunette’s eyes widen like plates. She backed a few steps from you and Taehyung but still, a sweet smile plastered on her face.
             The blonde cleared her throat, “We do not wish to hold you back any longer,” she said with the greatest formality and politeness she could muster. It sounded extremely formal in the language they were conversing in: Japanese.
             “We’ll meet again, Investigator V,” she bowed slightly, her smile wore the softest smile, but Taehyung could never overlook the mischievousness that shone in her eyes that was quick to disappear as fast as it had appeared. The girls then walked past Taehyung and you, heading towards the opposite way of where he was planning to head.
             Once your friends were completely out of the radar, Taehyung looked down at your sleeping face and then up ahead. He stood there for a solid two minutes before his lips slowly tugged into a smirk. “So, I wasn’t wrong…”
             “They are the transferred investigators.” He mused to himself.
             Namjoon had mentioned that CCG will station a few of their investigators at KCCG. He didn’t expect to have met them informally like that, but he most definitely didn’t expect them to blow their cover like that. He was grateful for his sharp sense.
             “What a shocking information, (Y/N),” he muttered under his breath. “You’re friends with ghouls.” 
             CCG has no reason to station ghouls in KCCG.
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Hi! I'm opening my requests for the first time in nearly three years! I'm hoping by doing this sort of drabble game / mini fic requests that I can ease my way back into writing after my long hiatus. If you are interested in sending in a request, please continue reading for all the details. Thank you!
Rules + Requirements :
Follow me (if you are not already)
Reblog this post (boosts are appreciated)
Must be 18+ (minors please dni)
To Request:
Choose a group & member (1 only please)
Pick a genre (max of 3)
Select a prompt (max of 2)
Visit my askbox and use a similar format like this: "Can I request Taehyung (BTS) fluff, smut, and coworkers au with prompt #4"
*please make sure that you include the group in parenthesis after stating which member you're requesting
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Groups + Members:
BTS - Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook
EXO - Kai, Baekhyun, Sehun, Chanyeol, Chen, Suho, Kyungsoo, Xiumin, Lay
NCT - Taeyong, Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Ten, Winwin, Kun, Jungwoo, Mark, Xiaojun, Hendery, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, Yangyang, Jisung
SVT - Vernon, Mingyu, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, Minghao, Woozi, Joshua, Hoshi, Junhui, Seokmin, Seungcheol
GOT7 - Jinyoung, Jackson, Bam, Yugyeom, Mark, Jaebeom, Youngjae
ATEEZ - Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho
MONSTA X - Shownu, Minhyuk, Kihyun, Hyungwon, Jooheon, Changkyun
STRAY KIDS - Bang Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin
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Genres + AUs:
Fluff
Smut
Angst
Enemies to lovers
Friends to lovers
Friends with benefits
Roommates
College
Coworkers
Meet Cute
Meet Ugly
Athlete (you may specify in your request)
Exes
Idol
*idol au means that they will be depicted as their real identities (as actual kpop idols & famous celebrities)
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Prompts:
"Don't look at me like that. You know what that does to me."
"I wish I never met you."
"It's your lucky day."
"I'm sorry, who are you?"
"I can't stop thinking about you."
"Open your mouth."
"Why do you even care?"
"You're more important than you think."
"What do you need me to do?"
"Please leave."
"That's my final answer."
"Did you see that?" "See what?"
"What do you want from me?"
"God, you look so fucking good."
"You're unbelievable."
"Isn't that your mom?"
"I swear I've seen your face somewhere before."
"You're such a tease."
"Don't you dare lie to me."
"Who are the flowers for?"
"Don't forget that we're in public, baby."
"Are you scared? You should be."
"Please say something. Anything."
"Do you forgive me?"
"You forgot."
"You're crazy and I like it."
"Where are you taking me?"
"I think I'm in love with you."
"I need you. Now."
"What did you say?"
"Did you miss me?"
"I dare you."
"I bought you something."
"Is it supposed to taste like that?"
"Ew. Why does it look like that?"
"Baby are you close?" "No but the Uber is."
"How many doughnuts can I stack on it?"
"This is why no one likes you."
"Put your dick away, this is a Lowe's."
"Stop yelling at me!" "You’re panicking, you’ll crash the car." "It’s not everyday a demon crawls out of your trunk!"
"Who the fuck did I marry?"
This is the fifth letter you will write to them, and it will not be the last.
Six days after they left, the ticking behind the wall began.
A mob boss with a black eye and a jagged scar over his wrist sits alone in a dingy motel room. The kitten stares at him affectionately, oblivious to the danger they both are in. Oblivious to the mess it caused.
It happened concurrently, and so quickly. The moon started getting closer and brighter in the sky, and you started hearing them in the radio static.
With a palpable fury, the demon turns to you, ignoring the rubble of your kitchen, and sneers. "How did you summon me? You've pulled me out of chains centuries old." Frantically, you skim through your cookbook. "I don't know! I was trying to make soup!"
They held out a hand, an echo of the melody playing from their fingertips. "The world seems to dance to your tune," they spoke, their voice a captivating blend of amusement and intrigue. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken questions.
Sometimes you question how everything could have turned out if that day had gone differently.
Chills creep down your spine as you peek through the cracked doorway. You're not supposed to be witnessing this. They'll kill you if they find out.
Free Space - send in your own prompt! Please keep it relatively short!
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Word count may vary between requests (300 to 3k, etc.).
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Things I will NOT write: suicide, self-harm, animal abuse, underage sex, pedophilia, incest, vore, rape, non-consensual, or dubious sex.
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galoresficrecs · 1 year ago
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[EXO] Jongin
LAST UPDATED ON: Dec 2nd, 2022
newly added ✦ || personal faves ✪ || ongoing ✑
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ratings:
not rated || general || teen and up || mature || explicit🔞
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❧ NOT HERE SHIPS ☙
jongin x baekhyun x sehun
❧ jongin x junmyeon ☙
✪ camera (shy) by curledupkitten [28,4k words] college!au, porn star!au || explicit🔞
❧ jongin x kyungsoo ☙
✪ All Gays Go to Heaven by at1stsoo [11,3k words] college!au, post-graduation, clubbing || explicit🔞
✪ Anything You Can Do by indigomini [13,6k words | 7 ch] office!au, rivals to lovers || explicit🔞
✪ Café Eau Laid by indigomini [8,1k words | 2 ch] a/b/o!au, café!au, college!au || explicit🔞
✪ Darling, It's Better Down Where It's Wetter (Take It From Me) by indigomini [19,6k words | 2 ch] mythology!au, merfolk!au || explicit🔞
✪ Demonic Domesticity and Other Signs of the Apocalypse by TRASHCAKE [12,7k words] apocalypse!au, supernatural || explicit🔞
✪ It Takes More Than Ten Tickles by at1stsoo [3,6k words] aliens!au, sci-fi || teen and up
✪ Pay Me Some Mind by indigomini [33,2k words | 15 ch] college!au || explicit🔞
❧ jongin x sehun ☙
✑ ✪ Get Cocky by MitchMatchedSocks [187,8k words | 38/? ch] college!au, fraternity!au, friends with benefits, sexual experimentation || explicit🔞
✪ Is That A Python in Your Pants or Are You Just Happy to See Me? by MitchMatchedSocks [39,1k words | 13 ch] hybrid!au, college!au || explicit🔞
✪ Mind If I Slither In? by MitchMatchedSocks [19,4k words] aliens!au, sci-fi, baseball!au || explicit🔞
❧ jongin x reader☙
99 and Marlowe by kpopfanfictrash [4,1k words] f!reader, soulmates!au, age gap || teen and up
[part of Exordia Academy] Anomaly by kpopfanfictrash [10,3k words] f!reader, 1980s!au, academy!au, powers!au || explicit🔞
[part of Welcome to the Exodus Mall] Freestyle by yehet-me-up [22,1k words] f!reader, 1990s!au, mall!au, set in seattle, co-workers to lovers || mature
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an-annyeoing-writer · 1 year ago
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baekhansol · 1 year ago
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𝐞𝐱𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝐨𝐭. 𝟗)
© im-sakura and sakurasangcl 2021. All Rights Reserved.
smut 💕 fluff 💜 angst 💔 female!reader ♀ favorite 🌸
𝐗𝐢𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧 (𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤)
→ coming soon
𝐒𝐮𝐡𝐨 (𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐦𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧)
→ coming soon
𝐋𝐚𝐲 (𝐲𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐠)
→ coming soon
𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧
→ The Light Hashira 💕💜💔♀🌸 | 4.3k | light hashira!Baekhyun x marechi!reader | as a child, Baekhyun and his mentor saved you from being eaten by a demon and learned that you have a rare form of blood that’s very attractive to demons, called a marechi. Baekhyun takes the initiative to remind you of a promise you made as a child.
𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐧 (𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐚𝐞)
→ coming soon
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐥
→ coming soon
𝐃.𝐎 (𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐨𝐨)
→ coming soon
𝐊𝐚𝐢 (𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧)
→ The Old Religion | Star Wars au & suspense | force sensitive!jongin x force sensitive!reader
𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐧
→ coming soon
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baekhvuns · 2 years ago
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I wish the actual avo fruit would grow, but alas I live in fucking Europe 😭 I wanna make cooooin
I think that weird woman's son is also an Atiny (child has no choice lol). Anyway she used to work and now she doesn't, living my dream... no, because she's a weirdo in private and cares about Atz tooooooo much. Please kpop fan wars in the family 🤭
France in the first half: *I sleep*
France Mbappe in the second half: *killler mode*
Well isn't football beautiful, you never know what the fuck is going to happen. The twists, the penalty, THE PENALTIES 😵 anyways congratulations to Argentina, I'm not necessarily their biggest supporter (as in they're not in my top teams), but good for them and for my guy Di Maria! 🐓 won in 2018, so it someone else's turn now. Baek, but next WC is happening in Vancouver! That buying referee tweet is killing me dhiahsuadhajsh
Initially I thought it'd be cool to do this "Latil's looking for a Harem, but her true love has always been next to her" it'd have been interesting with the power dynamics etc. However, Sonnaught is too boring and emotionally closed off I fear. And wtf is he doing in the novel 🔪 I never doubted you Tasir (okay, maybe for a second, but he does seem sus alright) 💖
I do pace around my room, it's the ADHD, babyyyy. Manifesting Y/N moment for Baeksussy soon 🙏🏻
KQ isn't perfect and I question a lot of their decisions, but stans are like KQ is overworking them vs KQ isn't promoting them well, so?! What's the fucking truth 🤨 I don't think more melodic songs will fit the current part of Ateez's storyline (but one can dream) I hope if they're still experimenting with noise it's more like Movement, less like Paradigm cause wtf is this song, I'm sorry 😭 what are people who absolutely love it on. Someone said it's in their top 5 Ateez songs ever??? Personal taste is objective, BUT ARE THEY OK
Baekhyun reading fanfics lmao, what if he does that in the military as well
Seonghwa after we're done with him
Bestie wdym, you want me to make choices 😭 I'm a gredy person, I want it all! But I'm exicteeeed
Mingi, you literally wrecked so many people with that photo and the 2nd one is good too... Seonghwa demonic grandfather <3
Something happens to me every time Seonghwa shows up with his hair parted... I don't know what's wrong with me, but not enough people appreciate this hairstyle
Oh? I see... anyway he needs to take lessons from Minghao and Jaehyun in anti-parasocialing so hard, because this is NOT GOOD❗❗❗
Lolllll.... and this was my first thought, omfg the SW agenda. Listen, I really need Seonghwa in a Wotakoi type of story, embrace the nerd!
Okay, but same apparently one of my birthstones is blue topaz
I had 2 quizzes for you, but Iost them naaaaurrrr, anyway I got fake dating for that AU one... - DV 💖
hiii helloo!!
I wish the actual avo fruit would grow, but alas I live in fucking Europe 😭 I wanna make cooooin /// I think that weird woman's son is also an Atiny (child has no choice lol). Anyway she used to work and now she doesn't, living my dream… no, because she's a weirdo in private and cares about Atz tooooooo much. Please kpop fan wars in the family 🤭
LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭  no avo coin for u i guess 😭😭🤚🏼NOOO POOR DUDE 😭😭 BULNORIYA-ING AT 3 YO 😭😭 setting him for bullying bc what if he starts dancing to kpop in class during his older years, immediately evaporating  
France in the first half: I sleep France Mbappe in the second half: killler mode /// Well isn't football beautiful, you never know what the fuck is going to happen. The twists, the penalty, THE PENALTIES 😵 anyways congratulations to Argentina, I'm not necessarily their biggest supporter (as in they're not in my top teams), but good for them and for my guy Di Maria! 🐓 won in 2018, so it someone else's turn now. Baek, but next WC is happening in Vancouver! That buying referee tweet is killing me dhiahsuadhajsh
NAHHHH SERIOUSLY, literally france wasn’t even playing the first 80 mins, mbappe was not ONCE mentioned, maybe they had a fight or some bc the team’s dynamic was cold
ppl saying mbappe owned argentina in less then 2 mins YEAH ON PENALTIES BRO 😭😭 HE SCORED 1 GOAL THE REST WERE PENALTIES WHILE ARGENTINA WAS 1 PENALTIES 2 GOALS,, di maria literally made them win, HE WAS LIKE A SNAKE if not for him they would not have, he fought every min he’s angel indeed 😭😭😭 football is truly beautiful, the cut-throat tension the constant goals- i thought netherlands v argentina was good but france and argentina was better 🫡 truly what a world cup what a memory
me to di maria martinez and dybala esp :
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martinez’s goal keeping phewww his hand touched the mbappe shot but the ball was to fast, almost got his ass 😭😭 i just find it so funny that they did a moment of silence for
him after winning it like mf didn’t insult the south american teams & w the ppl shitting on them for CELEBRATING A WIN AFTER 3 DECADES love this guy 😭😭
IT ISSSSS AND U BET I AM GOING TO GO SEE IT ALLL IF U SEE ME ON THE SCREENS VOLUNTEERING NO U DID NOT BRMWHDKWCK BRAZIL’S TURN THIS NEXT ONE COME ON 😭😭 NO INJURY THIS TIME,, AND U BET I WILL BE SCREAMING FOR THEM ALL HD 1080P VIDEOS,,,,, will also be on a lookout for ibrahimovic in the stands <3 also wondering who will perform, better not be some drake 😭😭 rihanna needs to come thru
no but why is u.s getting so many cities, if the final is there and the celebration is how argentina had it, it would take a dark twist real fast also just learned jude bellingham is a birmingham guy 😭😭😭
Initially I thought it'd be cool to do this "Latil's looking for a Harem, but her true love has always been next to her" it'd have been interesting with the power dynamics etc. However, Sonnaught is too boring and emotionally closed off I fear. And wtf is he doing in the novel 🔪 I never doubted you Tasir (okay, maybe for a second, but he does seem sus alright) 💖
IF ONLY. IF ONLY THAT WAS TRUE. ID BE JUMPING SCREAMING CRYING. but tbh the harem is slightly boring bc latil doesn’t understand the meaning of a harem, like theres barely any interactions and its mostly awkward 😭😭 the interest is slowly going dry 📉📉 sonnaught’s solider aura is taking over this emotions i guess,,, FBWMDHWK TASIR BABES WE LOVE U DONT U WORRY BOY WE NEVER DOUBTED U EVER
I do pace around my room, it's the ADHD, babyyyy. Manifesting Y/N moment for Baeksussy soon 🙏🏻
doing all them scenarios <33 normal behaviour <33 BFMQJDAKJC ID NEVER GET THAT MOMENT ☺️☺️ i can only have these moments in my delusions ☺️
KQ isn't perfect and I question a lot of their decisions, but stans are like KQ is overworking them vs KQ isn't promoting them well, so?! What's the fucking truth 🤨 I don't think more melodic songs will fit the current part of Ateez's storyline (but one can dream) I hope if they're still experimenting with noise it's more like Movement, less like Paradigm cause wtf is this song, I'm sorry 😭 what are people who absolutely love it on. Someone said it's in their top 5 Ateez songs ever??? Personal taste is objective, BUT ARE THEY OK
NO SERIOUSLY 😭😭😭 they know what they’re doing come on,, ONE CAN DREAM AND I WILL DREAM BC WE NEED IT NOW A BEAUTIFUL MELODIC CHORUS IS WHAT KPOP NEEDS TO SHIFT THE TRAJECTORY OF NOISE MUSIC INTO MELODIC SONGS if it’s actually like this then 🫡   NAUR NOT TOP5??? mAN IM STILL HUNG UP ON SMN’S LAST CHORUS BUT SUDDENLY PARADIGM IS TOP5???
Baekhyun reading fanfics lmao, what if he does that in the military as well
he said he used to read them during debut days bc there used to he so many and it was hard to avoid fhwkgdk 😭😭
Seonghwa after we're done with him Bestie wdym, you want me to make choices 😭 I'm a gredy person, I want it all! But I'm exicteeeed
FBMWBDKW WE WILL SEE IF UR STILL HUNG UP ON HIM AFTER I LAY MY CARDS OUT 🥰🥰
Mingi, you literally wrecked so many people with that photo and the 2nd one is good too… Seonghwa demonic grandfather <3
wrecking here too bc when this man goes any shade of blond he’s suddenly a different person,,, demonic grandfather ….
Something happens to me every time Seonghwa shows up with his hair parted… I don't know what's wrong with me, but not enough people appreciate this hairstyle
I SECOND THIS !!!! UR CORRECT !!!!!! ABSOLUTELY CORRECT !!!!!!
Oh? I see… anyway he needs to take lessons from Minghao and Jaehyun in anti-parasocialing so hard, because this is NOT GOOD❗❗❗  ////// Lolllll…. and this was my first thought, omfg the SW agenda. Listen, I really need Seonghwa in a Wotakoi type of story, embrace the nerd!
who is that guy 🤨 NOT JAMAL FBQMDBAKHDAKDVMA PARK JAMAL 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 U BETTER SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN ON THE PORCH
Okay, but same apparently one of my birthstones is blue topaz //// I had 2 quizzes for you, but Iost them naaaaurrrr, anyway I got fake dating for that AU one… - DV 💖
topaz gANG LESSGOOO,,, see I will manifest fake dating au for u, ur in europe, anything and everything can happen there atp im rooting for u <3
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wtf is this
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ye4gerz · 5 years ago
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reflections; baekhyun
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you knew better than to give permission to a demon.
++ genre: supernatural au! angst; smut[teasing, fingering, oral, degradation, choking and bondage.]
++ word count: 5k
++ pairs: demon!baekhyun x fem reader [mentions of jongdae & sehun.]
++ song: jekyll – exo
++ warnings: mentions of ghosts, demons, possession, ouija boards.
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You were freezing. The tips of your fingers were almost numb, nearly shaking in fear. You couldn’t figure out exactly why you were scared, but you knew you were somewhere bad. It was pitch black and not a person in sight. You can hear your own breath, footsteps and gulps.
“Where am I? How did I get here?” You asked yourself, trying to look for any source of light.
Before you knew it, your body was trembling. The freezing cold was no longer and instead the burning sensation of heat became apparent. Within a second, you felt your body go into flames; only there weren’t any. Burns so bad, so hot, you couldn’t control yourself from the bloody screams exiting your mouth.
“Somebody! Please help me! Please!” You yell out for help, only to get your echo in response.
You fall to your knees, hugging your burning body. Tears streaming down your face. How did you manage to get here? Was this possibly a nightmare? Sleep paralysis? Anything but reality.
“Give me permission,” you heard a faint whisper.
It was an unfamiliar voice. A voice that left your mind in a frenzy. It was smooth, practically mesmerizing. It was angelic.
“W-What?” You thought to yourself, only screams still leaving your body, in utter agony.
“If you want it to stop, give me permission. Give me your permission. I can stop it,” the whisper spoke, but very slowly. “Would you like me to stop it? Only I can save you. I want to help you,” it continued.
“YES!” You managed to scream.
You want it to stop. You want to wake up. You want to be able to feel your body again. This couldn’t be real, it was too much of a fantasy. It was almost out of a really bad horror movie. If this was a dream, it was possibly the worst dream you have ever had.
“Your wish is my command, princess,” it speaks, much more confident than before. You can almost hear the smirk behind it.
Then you woke up.
Nearly bolting out of your bed, you rapidly bring your hands up to your face. You were alive, you were finally okay. Your chest was uncontrollably rising from the fear you just experienced.
After taking a few minutes to catch your breath, you turn your head to your clock.
“Shit, I’m late!” You hop out your bed, getting ready for work, your nightmare suddenly slipping out of your memory.
Being at work was a drag. It wasn’t the best job, but it paid the bills. An office job is what it was, a very long and boring office job. A mutual friend of yours offered you the secretary position, knowing you were in need of something.
“Wow, someone looks dead,” Jongdae hovers over your desk, handing over your daily coffee. “Couldn’t sleep?” He asked, pushing up his glasses.
“Barely. I keep having weird dreams. I think I’m stressing myself out too much,” you sigh, taking a sip of your coffee.
“No way, it’s because of your haunted apartment. Seriously it’s been four months since you’ve moved in and nothing but weird things have been happening to you,” he turns around, grabbing a nearby chair and sitting right next to you.
“Goodness Dae, when are you going to give it up with the whole ghost thing? They aren’t even real,” you roll your eyes.
“Ever since you settled in, weird stuff has been happening to you. How can you explain all of your random bruises? The headaches? The fact you’re always dizzy now. You lost all energy within the same four months,” he continues.
“I’m no doctor, but I’m sure anyone can tell you that’s called iron deficiency, my friend,” you sarcastically say. “Not to mention I’ve been working more hours and still trying to adjust from the move.”
“It’s sketchy is what it is,” he raises his brow.
“Whatever, I’m tired of this conversation. I have calls to make, so if you could excuse me before we both get in trouble, thank youuu,” you say, pushing his chair as he rolls away to the following desk.
Haunted, pft, you laugh at the mere thought. Ghosts and ghouls just aren’t a thing, pure fiction is what it was in your mind. Besides, no records show of anyone ever dying in your apartment. There’s no evidence at all.
So why has it been eating you up all day.
Lunch came around and you couldn’t help but head over to Jongdae’s cubicle. This time accompanied him was your coworker, Sehun.
“Hey guys,” you side smile, giving them a little wave.
“Hey, I was just telling Sehun about your nightmares and guess what?!” He jumps in excitement.
Rolling your eyes, you sigh, “what?”
“Ghosts,” Sehun snaps his fingers at you.
“Even he agrees!” Jongdae exclaims, relieved someone finally sees eye to eye with him.
“Okay okay, so what if it is a ghost? How the hell do I get rid of it?” You fold your arms.
The men look at each other, clueless. They probably didn’t think they would get this far in convincing you of the paranormal, but Sehun knew what to say, as so he thought.
“Talk to it, tell it to leave you alone,” he says.
“Are you crazy?! You want me to talk to a possible angry spirit and tell it to leave me alone? Yeah, no, I’m not ready to get dragged by my feet tonight,” you scoff.
He rolls his eyes, “well do you have any better ideas?”
“I’ve got one,” Jongdae chimes in. “There’s this game that people use to talk to spirits. Some type of board game, uh, ouija board, I believe. You see, you talk to the spirit and it spells out words on the board, but there’s rules to it. You need to follow by the rules accordingly or else bad things can happen, very bad things.”
“And you want me to go buy this scary board?” Raising your brows, eyeing him as if he’s the craziest man on earth.
“You can borrow mine. My cousins and I used it once as a party gag and nothing bad happened to us. It’s still in my car, I can go get it and leave it on your desk before you clock out. Like I said, if you follow the rules, you’ll be completely safe, I swear,” Your friend promises.
“You sure about this one? My idea seemed a lot less intense than that, geez,” Sehun gives a concerned look at Jongdae.
“Well, what else do you wanna do? We aren’t professionals at this,” Jongdae sighs, helpless.
“Fine, I’ll do it,” you say.
Their heads turn at you, gawking at your answer. You? Of all people? They couldn’t believe you were completely giving into their ideas, especially Jongdae.
Jongdae has been your best friend since your freshman year in college. You guys knew everything about each other and have irreplaceable memories. He knew your weaknesses, what made you tick and your turn offs. It’s a given, you’re a stubborn person. He always knew you as one. Never in his life would he expect you to agree to something so fast.
“You said as long as I follow the instructions I’ll be safe, correct? Unlike you fools, I follow by the book. If nothing happens then I was right and there’s no such thing as ghosts,” you comply.
“And if we’re right? If you do talk to this ghost?” Sehun twists the cap of his pen out of nervousness, leaning against your friends cubicle.
“Then I’ll kindly ask it to leave and let you guys know you were right. Fair enough?” Without letting them continue a word, you nod and turn your back, ready to walk away.
“Remember to have it by my desk before we leave,” is the last thing you say to them before you exit the floor.
Night comes and you’re all alone. You had finally left work and as promised, it was there. You were having second thoughts, as you looked up more about the board. Jongdae said it was harmless if you were responsible yet your research says else wise. It’s bad enough the car ride back home was eerie. It was hard trying to get rid of the knot in your stomach while the board sat right next to you, mocking you.
You’re desperate. You had enough of these occurrences. You had enough of the screams, the fear… the torture. Although you didn’t want to admit it, deep down you wanted to hear the voice you once heard.
It was so intoxicating, all day you tried your best to remember it. Playing it’s words over and over again in your head. You were certainly drawn to it and itched a thought about his intentions. Surely with a voice as sweet as his you would be safe, right?
“Just one night with him,” you told yourself.
One night to figure out what was going on in this apartment. One night to meet him, talk to him. What were these feelings? Your sudden need to be near him? You missed him more than ever. It’s as if he left a curse on you. If he had marked his spot on you.
Your fear grew into excitement, realizing it was just after midnight. You got comfortable in your place, setting up the candles and board in your room. You begged with each second that he would appear tonight. You want to see him. You want to touch him and confirm if he’s real.
The closer it gets to three am, the more you ache for him. Tingles on the tips of your fingers, they remind you of the burning sensation, only pleasurable.
When you were finally ready, you settle down the planchette, picking up the instructions.
RULE ONE: Do Not Play Alone.
Well great, here you are already breaking the first rule.
RULE TWO: Do Not Play During Devils Hour (Three AM).
Check. It was only a few minutes after midnight.
RULE THREE: Do Not Take Your Hands Off The Planchette Without Saying Goodbye First.
RULE FOUR: Be respectful
After going through more rules, you were a bit annoyed over how much time it took. You knew there were a few rules, but not this many. You predicted most of them, but the warning left you uneasy.
WARNING: Do NOT Accept A Demons Invitation. This Can Easily Cause A Possession. Demons Will Try To Convince You To Give Up Your Soul. If Met With A Demon, End The Game Immediately And Call Your Local Church.
Your throat suddenly went dry. Demonic possessions? That’s a thing?! You presumed those were only in the movies and books. The knot in your stomach makes a reappearance, causing your mind to fog up.
You don’t have a demon in your apartment. It’s just a silly ghost who’s trapped and somehow attached to you. It’s a friendly spirit who’s still mourning over their death. You kept telling yourself these things until the knot subsided. You knew you needed to get this over and done with.
Taking a deep breath you put your fingers on the planchette. You eyed the board closely, making sure nothing could interfere in the way.
“I invite the spirit who haunts me to communicate,” you start speaking out loud.
“You’ve been haunting me for quite some time now. I welcome you to come talk to me, are you here right now?” You ask, a shaky breath escaping your lips.
Everything was silent. Nothing was moving. No one was in sight.
Being frustrated you cleared your throat and asked again, “I said, are you here with me? Are you listening?”
Before a blink of an eye your fingers move the planchette to yes.
You couldn’t believe your eyes. Could it have been nerves? There must be a scientific explanation to this. Your body must be nervous. You’re only trying to feed yourself the answers you want.
Moving your hands back to the center of the board, you clear your throat. “Thank you for responding to me. I’m sure you know my name by now, could you spell out your name for me?” you ask.
It took a while but a few seconds later your hands were moving up to ‘yes’. This time the movements were slower, it was losing energy. It came back down to the middle and started slowly but surely spelling out its name.
You read along with it, “B-A-E-K…”
“Baek..?” you whisper to yourself.
“H-Y-U-N,” it spells.
“Baekhyun. Your name is Baekhyun? That’s a nice name for a spirit,” you anxiously chuckle, trying your best not to upset the paranormal force in your home.
“Why are you haunting me, Baekhyun? Did I upset you when I moved in?” You question.
This time it moves to no. You raise a brow in confusion but it continues to spell out a word. A word you were not expecting.
Lonely.
“You’re a lonely ghost? Oh, so my company brings you comfort,” you nod along to yourself, trying to make of the current situation.
“You see, Baekhyun, I don’t know if it’s because you’re sad or perhaps upset, but you’ve been causing me these nightmares. I’ve woken up with bruises and have seen visions so graphic, were these all you?” you bravely ask.
This time you didn’t get an answer. You waited a while and even asked again, but nothing. You decide to skip the question and continue with a different one.
“Baekhyun, how old are you?” you managed to choke out in fear.
As said in the rules, never ask a spirit for its age. It was another rule you decided to break. You wanted to break the tension and had forgotten what was forbidden versus what wasn’t.
You hoped for anything, a young man, even an old man. Anything but zero, for zero indicates a demon.
RULE SEVEN: Do Not Ask For The Spirits Age. If Said Spirit Gives You Information Of Their Age, Beware. If A Spirit Says They Are Zero Years Old, End The Game Immediately. Demons Are Unborn Creatures, Never Made With A Human Body, Therefore They Are Zero.
Frustrated you repeat yourself, “I’ll ask again, how old are you, Baekhyun?”
Suddenly your planchette landed where you prayed it wouldn’t.
Zero.
You gasped, accidentally pushing away the board and everything along with it.
“No! No!” You gather everything, frantically placing the planchette back on the board.
Tears were trickling down your face as you repeated and screamed, “Goodbye! Goodbye! Thank you and goodb–”
All your candles go out. Yelling in fear you make your way to your lamp, being able to give you the light you need.
You closed the portal, why is this happening?
“I said goodbye!” you yell, looking around, making sure you were safe.
“I thought you missed me?” The voice announces, finally making itself present again.
“I’m here to protect you. If you let me, I can guard you,” it says.
“Someone.. Please help me…” You weep.
The lightbulb in your room bursts, the darkness clouding your vision. You felt like you were in your nightmare all over again and you couldn’t take it.
“Just say the word and I’ll be there to protect you. Give me access, princess.”
“YES! YES! YES!” You screamed, hands covering your ears and your eyes shut tight from anything that could possibly be around you.
Within less than a second, your light goes back on. It flickers as if it never popped. Your home is silent, and the candles seem to be lit again, as if nothing ever happened.
You step back from the board, not wanting to touch it. You continued backwards, as far as you can, until you bumped into something– someone.
Turning around, you face a man who had suddenly appeared. You wanted to scream, you really did. You wanted to cry for help and run out your apartment without a doubt. However, looking at this man, embracing all his beauties, made you want to stay.
He was tall and slightly built. His hair was white and his skin was pale. His eyes were a warm shade of brown and his lips were plumped and pink. His cheeks were slightly flushed and he was dressed in a white button up, tucked into some black pants. His dress shoes completed the look, giving him an extra bit of height.
He was perfect.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long…” The man who belongs to the beautiful face, speaks. “For years I have guarded over you. For years I’ve watched you grow and become stronger. Your soul, it’s so pure, so beautiful. It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” his plushed lips pout.
“W-What are you? What do you want?” you ask under your breath, not even sure if he could hear you.
“I’m your angel. You’ve been hurt by a demon, haven’t you, beautiful? I’m Baekhyun, a guardian angel,” he smiles at you, his eyes sparkling.
Confused, you shake your head, “No, you told me you were a demon.”
“They’re trying to confuse you. Demons are known to lie as much as they can to try to take a humans soul. They knew I was looking after you and tried to use my name to manipulate you. It’s okay now, they shouldn’t be back anytime soon, I’ve got you,” he reassures.
He was charming yet sort of nerdy, innocent almost. He made you feel safe. You can't bring yourself to fully trust him though, but you knew you were falling for his mask.
“Why should I trust you? How do I know you aren’t lying to me?” You question the man in front of you.
“If an angel lies, they turn to dust. It is taught in heaven, if an angel goes against their word of god, they perish,” he licks his lips, bringing himself closer to you.
His mouth was slowly approaching your ear, You could feel his breath tickling your neck sending goosebumps all over your body. He was daringly close to you.
“And I’m still here, baby. Waiting for you… Wanting you…” he whispers, leaving you slightly gasping.
“Why me?” you mumble.
“You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Watching you for so long, I fell in love with you. You’re everything I’ve ever needed…” his mouth got closer and slowly aimed for your neck.
Softly, he kissed your neck. Placing sweet little kisses on all your weak spots. Something in you didn’t want to move. Something in you liked it, you wanted more.
His tongue lapped over your sensitive spot, a soft moan escaping your mouth.
“You sound so beautiful. I can’t believe you can finally see me. I just want to make you feel good,” he removes his lips from your neck and looks into your eyes.
His eyes twinkle. They’re soft and warm. The most calming shade of brown. He looks at you with passion, care and love.
“May I? May I have the honors and make you feel good tonight?” He asks, this time almost anxiously.
It could’ve been his eyes, it could’ve been his beauty, it could’ve been his pure talent at kissing, but you without a doubt caved in and agreed.
“Yes, please,” you beg.
He smiles, holding you closer to him. Your chests were pressed up against each other as he leaned down slowly, his lips meeting with yours.
You froze, still adjusting to the situation. Your tension starting to fade as his hands roamed your body. Your lips were moving perfectly together. His lips were soft and he tasted sweet like candy. His tongue slightly pokes at yours, wanting for more. You were stubborn, as always, but eventually gave in and gave him access.
He was such a great kisser.
He knew what he was doing and the effect it had on you. He continued until he needed more, bringing his knee in between your legs, earning a moan from you. The friction felt so euphoric.
Here you are, in the middle of your room, about to have sex with an angel. It was impossible to process, especially with how well he was making you feel. A wet patch forming at the center of your underwear.
“Baekhyun…” you moan, wishing for more.
“Is this what you want? You want me, don’t you?” He snickers.
“Y-Yes,” You lean your head back as he starts marking your neck again.
“Say it,” he demands.
It was quiet. Too shy and too occupied in the pleasure, you completely tune him out.
He moves his knee away, leaving you begging.
“I want you to say it,” he repeats.
“I want you, Baekhyun. Please, I want you to fuck me. I want you right now,” you plea.
His fingers trailing up against your thighs, teasing slowly. His slender fingers nearly poking the center of your pajama shorts.
“Where do you want me, baby? Be more detailed for me, will you love?” He focuses his eyes on yours, enjoying the view of you completely helpless.
“Baekhyun… Please.. I need you, I need you inside me now or else I’ll go crazy. Can you please just–” he interrupts you.
He makes out with you again, this time rough. He picks you up and throws you on the bed. He unbuttons his top, chuckling to himself. He had you right where he wanted you.
You were in the middle of taking off your shirt when he completely undressed his top half. Your eyes ate up every single detail of him. His body was beautiful, not a mark in sight. He was toned, strong and perfect. He really is a gift from god, practically a sculpture.
“Like what you see, huh?” He smirks, helping undress the rest of you.
“You’re perfect,” you say, staring at him in awe.
“You’re even more perfect,” he responds, leaving kisses from your legs, working his way up in between your thighs.
“So fucking good,” he mumbles, his breath hitting against your weak spot, sending chills down your spine.
He felt your legs press against his head, you were needy for more. You wanted him more than anything else. For so long you felt you were missing something in your life. You questioned for so long why these things were happening, but now grateful for your savior. Whenever you needed him, he was there. Now this was his turn to erase all those scars from your memories. He wanted to heal you and appreciate your body.
When his tongue lightly licked your wetness you couldn’t help but hiss. Your hands tangled in his perfect silky hair as a reflex.
His tongue continues, this time adding pressure to your sensitive bud. He made sure to keep his eyes on you while his tongue fucked you, he never wanted to forget the look on your face as he ate you out. He was aware of his power, and he tried his best to keep his eyes pure.
“Baekhyun!” You screamed, grinding yourself against his mouth.
His lips were completely soaked of your essence and it turned you on even more. His tongue was entering your body in ways no other person has done. It definitely couldn’t compare, especially once he brought his two slender fingers back up, pushing them inside you, as his mouth was still at it.
Your other hand was clawing at the bedsheets. His movements were faster, harder. He groaned against you, needing you more than anything else. He can tell you were close from how messy your panting was getting, jumbling up all your words.
“So needy for me, you love having my fingers inside you, fucking you, huh baby?” He edges you almost in full bliss.
“Fuck yes, you feel so good, Baek,” You scream, almost reaching your high, until he completely stopped.
You look up at him; you were a mess. Your eyes gaze with confusion and want. His smirk never leaves, only his hands traveling down to his pants and removing the rest of his clothes.
“You want me? Well you’re gonna get me,” Baekhyun grabs his hardened length, entering you without a warning.
You arch your back in response, curses escaping under your breath. He laughed while he watched you struggle to adjust to his size, it turned him on even more. His pace was slow, allowing you to get used to the friction.
“You’re so tight me for me baby, just how I like them,” He grunts, picking up speed as he fucks you deep into your bed.
You were too focused on the pleasure to even choke out a response. He was hitting all your sensitive spots and areas you haven’t explored yet. For a moment his hands stopped holding you down, quickly reaching over for his tossed shirt, and tying up your hands to your headboard.
“Is this okay?” He asks.
“Fucking amazing,” you grind against his dick, receiving a moan out of him.
You were restricted, wanting to touch him and feel every part of him. Not wanting to admit it, the new position felt amazing. It made you crave him more, wanting him to meet your highs together. Your hips snapped up and moved along with his thrusts.
“You’re all mine, I’m gonna use you so well,” he says, hands reaching to your neck, choking you at a reasonable point. It wasn’t too hard nor too soft, still managing to breathe, but boy, did it feel good.
Unable to speak, whines left your parted lips as you were near reaching your limit. He knew you were close as he felt you tightening up against his dick, causing him to almost reach his high as well.
“I know you want to cum,” Baekhyun pants, grinning while his length continues to pound in you. “Do it, cum all over my dick, baby. Show me how good I fuck a weak little human like you,” he grits through his teeth.
With those words and a couple of more thrusts, he leaves you in a state of euphoria. You chant his name as loud as possible, the heels of your feet digging deep into his lower back, bringing him closer inside of you. Struggling with your hands tied up, your back arches one last time and he uses this opportunity to reach his release, spewing his remains inside of you.
“Fuck!” He curses under his breath, positive his hold on your waist will leave bruises later.
The two of you lay there, catching your breath and enjoying each other's embrace. He remains inside of your wetness, trying to keep his mess deep in you.
Reaching up to meet eye to eye, he smiles, “you’re wonderful.”
A sincere smile appears on your exhausted face, “you made me feel wonderful.”
An innocent giggle left his mouth, “is it okay if we stay like this for the night? I promise to clean you up and attend to your wrists in this morning. I just really like being this close to you, I’ve never been this close to a human before.”
Your eyes widen in shock; was this the first time he had done this? Clearly he would’ve disappeared if he was lying. Would he get in trouble in heaven? Would you get in trouble? Is this considered a threat to the demons now that Baekhyun is with you?
“Will everything be okay though? Won’t you get in trouble for this?” You ask.
He shakes his head, “even if it means having to spend the rest of my being in hell, I’ll do anything to be one with you.”
A sadden smile comes across your face. Who knew a lonely game with an ouija board would end up in angel sex? You certainly weren’t ever a believer, but this changed so much for you. This was the feeling you’ve been yearning for.
Suddenly you let out a yawn, and your eyes become heavy. You could barely keep your eyes open, closing them slightly and humming and when you felt Baekhyun kissing your cheek. His mouth near your ears once again, he chuckles, only this time it wasn’t innocently.
“Rest your eyes, you’ve had a very long day,” his chuckles turn into evil laughs; “you honestly should’ve known better than to give yourself to a lying no good demon like me, princess.”
Everything started to hit you. The smirks, chuckles and pet names. It was all a lie. It was him. It was the same creature who’s been taunting you, making your life a living hell. The same creature who scared you, leaving you marked up on multiple occasions. The same creature who got his way into your mind and controlled everything.
Your body went into complete shock, trying with all your might to open your eyes, but they’re practically glued shut. Your arms were still restricted and no matter how much you moved, they wouldn’t let go. You tried kicking the demonic creature hovering over you, only to realize he was no longer there. He was gone.
Where the hell could he have possibly went?
“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!” You cry out, hoping someone would hear and come to your rescue.
“It’s too late,” he whispers, “you’re all mine.”
With that, your body came to a full stop. You were one hundred percent frozen. Your entire body started growing in pain. Your mind was going frantic. You tried to scream some more, but was unable to.
He was taking over your body as his own.
The burning sensation became present, tears sliding down your cheek, still unable to move any part of you. It was pitch black once again and you were utterly hopeless. You managed to let this happen, you fell for his tricks. You fell for him, so you gave up and let him.
The pain all came to a stop, your mind entirely blank. You can talk again, you can finally pull yourself out of your restraint. A smirk grows on your face, however you don’t want to smirk. You have no control over your expressions. You wanna scream, frown, jump up and get some help.
You sit up straight, all knowledge of your identity completely vanished. You are no longer apparent as your new soul sits up and opens its new black eyes.
Baekhyun’s new eyes.
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scarlet-sky4 · 3 years ago
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Masterlist [BBH]
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youxidol · 4 years ago
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𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧 + 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱
Would I be able to request a Baekhyun headcannon where he loves eating out his partner?
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✿you’re the one that teaches baekhyun about sex
✿he’s happy to listen and learn
✿he’s more than eager to try out cunnilingus
✿when he does his life changes
✿he ain’t wanna do anything else ever
✿this is his thing
✿this is what he wants to do for the rest of his life 
✿naturally he becomes addicted 
✿at anytime he’s ready to get between your legs and go to town 
✿you could be sat in your waiting for your chips and his eyes will turn black and his hands will go to your thighs  
✿this is literally a drive through???
✿he can eat you out anywhere at any time
✿but he thrives when you’re sprawled out on your back for him 
✿you must have one hand locked with his and the other in his hair
✿you must 
✿or he will die 
✿his other hand is always on your tummy
✿is comfortable 
✿his black eyes sparkle as he watches you
✿he moans just as much as you 
✿facesitting is an absolute treat 
✿if you grind against his face he will see stars
✿he’s a demon so he can go until you say stop 
✿you’re his angel and he’s there to make you feel good
✿10/10 he loves you n loves being between your legs
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jacksons-goddess-gaia · 4 years ago
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Demons Sonata~ Chapter 1
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❖ EXO, tba idol x oc
❖ Series, fluff, supernatural au, angst, alternate universe au, ceo au
❖ Warnings: being followed, fear of the unknown, hinted death.
❖ wc: 2010
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Welcome into a different world~ Discover it-or more discover them and all the spooks, hijinks, light, and darkness along the way!  I’d love to know what you think!
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Feet clicked against cobblestone. Heels digging into sore ankles, blisters stinging with every movement. A harsh wind was blowing through the city streets, the icy bite of winter frost chilling her down to the bone within minutes. Despite this, she forged on, bright eyes squinting, straining to see the sign that marked her end goal.
Cars rattled past, the strangers within the windows of shops and cafes hardly taking notice of this oddly dressed traveler hurrying through the night filled streets. Nor did she blame them, they were all focused upon their own lives, the happy bubbles of people unbothered by the darkness plaguing her. The lady shook her head in an attempt to banish the terrifying images, dark, yet rich scarlet locks breaking free from their restraints to dance like flames in the night behind her.
“Come on!” She urged herself, frustration bleeding into her fear, hands clutching the thin black peacoat tighter around her. The far off sound of a siren wailing urgent and mournfully set her pounding heart on edge. If only she had listened to her instincts, if she had stayed home and ignored the snide remarks of her coworkers, she wouldn’t be in this mess! Cursing her all too human ‘want’ to be accepted, and her damned curiosity in the mysterious men who headed the company she worked for.
Their faces flashed before her eyes even now, dark eyes glittering, their curved lips and pride-filled powerful frames outlined in the glowing lights of the club. How stupid had she been, lured in by the forbidden fruit, that she had become blind to all the warning signs around her. Moments before it had all fallen apart she had wondered what her coworkers had meant when admiringly yet with a hint of something she now realized had been fear, called her brave for mingling with them. Like a fly drawn to honey, a rabbit awed by the beauty of the wolves den, she had been drawn into their trap.
As the shadows lengthened around her, the street lights burning, headlights of taxis flying past, she felt her blood grow cold once again. They had told her, had they not? Warned her that it was too late to turn back, too late to run, for now, the dark things she once believed were stories she knew to be real. And as she grew aware of them, they had become aware of her as well. Drawn to her they seemed to be, and even as she wished she did not, she glimpsed the shadow moving along the street across from her. Chewing on curved lips, painted a color akin to the blood surging through her pounding heart, she broke into a run. The small pools of that afternoon's rain splashing softly wetting her feet, however the promise of safety, however hollow and false it might be, drove her to pay the cold moisture no mind.
With an overwhelming surge of relief the neon sign, a beacon of light upon this smaller side street came into view. Had she paused for even a moment, stopped to greet the night guard as she usually would, Rosalina might have noticed the dazed and unseeing eyes upon the guards slack face. Then again had the wave of relief not distracted her, she might have felt the ice leave her veins. Or perhaps she might have noticed how as she neared the entrance she moved out of the unnaturally dark street into a bright beam of fiercest moonlight.
Feet pounding up the steps so quickly she appeared to fly, Rosalina had the door of her apartment unlocked and open before she fully stopped moving. As if to mark the end of her luck as she raced across the threshold, the stiletto of her heel snapped. A quiet gasp escaped her throat as she fell backwards, hands flying out into the shadows of the room for a hold. However, before she could fall back out the entrance from which she came, a set of strong arms wrapped around her.
“Careful.” Warned a husked voice beside her ear, the fear from which she had fled, flooding back the air leaving her lungs in a shriek.
“I forget how slowly you humans move.” Remarked another voice as Rosalina attempted to balance upon her now broken heels, the door swinging closed behind her with a click. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness within the room. Glancing around with wide eyes her heart leapt into her throat, nine figures slowly loomed out of the darkness, their silhouettes basking in the moonlight streaming from her open balcony doors.
“How?” as she stumbled back from the all too familiar man who had stopped her from falling. One of the men snorted at her legs trembling, she collapsed against the door.
“Really Rose, I’m disappointed. After what you saw did you really think a mere lock and chain would stop us?”
With the snap of his fingers all the lights came on at once, illuminating them fully before her eyes for the first time. As the folly of her actions and her last prayer that this was all one horrible dream, vanished like smoke before a hurricane. Rose was forced to realize the men who she had been so eager to befriend and learn about weren’t men at all.
“Don’t scare her.” Rebuked a man she recognized with ease, his stoic face a mask as usual. Sehun's eyes left her speechless as he leveled his gaze with the scarlet haired man sitting astride the arm of her couch. His gentle but raspy voice seemed to ease her nerves as she hesitantly kicked off her heels, if she needed to run-not that she believed now would help her in any way-she wasn’t about to break her ankle.
“Chill Sehun, he's being honest.” An impishly smiling Baekhyun was watching her with some amusement. Had she been less shocked and more angry, Rose might have told him to wipe that stupid grin off his face. It had been his interaction with her that had first piqued her interest, working under the funny man who had first invited her out. Dangling the fact that she could shut her snobby coworkers up if she came to the latest party to celebrate the successful buyout of their rival corporation. In fact she was angry enough, and as the grumbled words left her lips, the young man's eyebrows shot up to hide beneath his blonde bangs. While Chen choked on the tea he had seemingly helped himself to in her favorite mug no less, a rather irritating laugh left her bosses lips.
“See I told you she’s not a sheep like the others!” Baekhyun seemed delighted rather than insulted that his subordinate had just mouthed off to him in front of his own boss and colleagues.
“I guess there's still hope for humans.” Conceded Kyungsoo rolling his eyes as Kai beside him burst into hysterics, smacking his arm repeatedly in his mirth.
“Only some.” Agreed Xiumin grinning like the cheshire cat from story books.
“What do you want from me?” She demanded tired of this pandering and the uncomfortable feeling of those intense eyes burning into her skin. Pulling her coat tight around herself once again, Rose fervently wished she had worn a dress that was less revealing.
“Want?” Lay, who had stopped her from a crash landing in the hallway, cocked his head to the side puzzled.
“How do you feel about a promotion?” Chanyeol's cocky smirk said he knew all too well of how she would respond, a strong dislike forming within her at smugness.
“How would anyone feel about a promotion?” She scoffed, if she was going to be forced to play this game, she was going to play it her way, not theirs.
“Fair enough. Well, Rose-”
“Rosalina, only friends call me Rose.” She corrected Suho, for a second his pitch eyes darkened before he relaxed.
“I’d hoped we were. You didn’t seem to have a problem with being a friend earlier tonight,” he recalled with unnerving calm.
“That was before you claimed to be demons, and admitted to dooming me and everything else.” Rose reminded him with a scowl.
“Doom?” Sehun asked, looking affronted by the statement.
“You exaggerate.” Chuckled Chen not seeing the glare she shot in his direction,
“Exaggerate? Let me tell you mister big bad demon, humans are not used to seeing shadowy beasts moving and following them down streets!” Her snarl took the amusement out of the room, even Baekhyun sobered.
“They’re following her already?” Demanded Chanyeol, instantly moving to the window and looking outside before growling low in his throat, an inhuman sound that set the hair of her arms and head on end.
“Are you telling me you can see them?” Suho’s voice was deathly serious, his eyes darkening as he leaned forward, winged red hair standing out against the white of the couch.
“Yeah, those weird smoke shadow things.” She gestured back out the window, her bravery faltering as Xiumin joining Chanyeol at the window swore under his breath before he and the much taller man disappeared evaporating into billowing tendrils of black smoke.
"We need to leave. Now! She's awakening too quickly." Suho's words were directed at Sehun, the younger boy nodding face a mask as he seized her wrist.
"Let's grab your things, it's not safe until we know who is following."
"Not safe-You're the ones who-" 
But her protest was cut off as a shadow flashed across the room from the open window. Before it could take shape, Sehun's eyes flashed and with a burst of heat and flash of light it exploded into smoke. A dense smell of sulfur lingering in the air, the feel of a slimy phantom hand closing around your neck dissipating with it.
"Bogarts, no...its goblins. They love to prey on those at the beginning of their awakening, especially strong ones." Chen's eyes flitted to the window as a group of shadows raced away. "You must be especially tasty and powerful for them to dare enter the established zone. They must think you're worth the risk of dying since soon enough even you would be able to destroy them."
"They are notoriously dumb but to dare enter here..." Suho seemed enraged and equally disgusted, turning his eyes back upon Rosalina. "For now it'd be best if you came with us, not that we're really giving you the option. I doubt Baekhyun or Sehun would be thrilled if the goblins devoured your soul in order to transcend."
"Only grab the things you desperately need. Anything irreplaceable, otherwise we will supply whatever you need." Sehun's voice was quiet but left no room for negotiations. And that's how Rose found herself, scrambling to pack a suitcase of all her worldly and sentimental belongings.
"Really?" Sehun's eyebrow rose as she shoved a rather old and well-loved kitten plushie into the suitcase. However, as she glared at him, he held up his hands in surrender. Despite the calls from the living room to hurry it up, Rosalina took her time to pack, a mixture of rebellion and disbelief slowing her pace, praying that at any moment someone might jump out and shout cut, or that this might all dissolve away like the shadows. Sadly by the time she had finished packing however no such miracle had occurred. Taking her hand in his Sehun pulled her back out into the living room sparing her a sympathetic look as he felt the way her hands trembled, the tears of frustration and confusion welling in her eyes.
"Finally, get ready to go. It might feel odd, but bear with it, it'll all be over in a moment." Instructed Chen with a smile taking the suitcase as Sehun suddenly pulled her into his arms, wrapping himself around her from behind.
"Close your eyes." He whispered, the only warning she would receive before the world turned sideways, her stomach twisting as her feet left the ground; Everything whipping and warping around her before blinking out of existence.
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mybiasisexo · 6 months ago
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i loveddddd those two baekhyun drabbles you posted recently omg. you can never go wrong with a demon au 👌 and the friend au was sooooooo omg.. like that's so something that would happen to him fr. and you know what it's his own damn fault for playing so much!! LOL
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demons are so sexy ugh 😔 and the friend au 🥺??? bbh do play way too much i wonder how many times something like this has happened to him . poor thing. ill take you seriously bb 🥲
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iridescentxstars · 5 years ago
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a little bit of naughty & nice — kim jongin & byun baekhyun
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➳ published: 27.12.19 ➳ demon!au || angel!au || genre: smut || rated: m ➳ pairing: byun baekhyun x reader x kim jongin ➳ summary: You had the worst Christmas Eve ever with your ex breaking up with you that morning, you were meant to have a romantic holiday with just the two of you and now, it’s just you - or is it? ➳ word count: 1.9k ➳ warnings: threesome, oral (female receiving, slight male), praise, being woken up by a wet dream ➳ author’s note: Merry Christmas to @kpop---scenarios​, this is your naughty secret santa speaking - enjoy my love
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All I want for Christmas is you.
You mumble into your glass of eggnog, staring at the picture of you and your ex-boyfriend as Christmas carols play on the speaker. It’s ten minutes until midnight and you thought you’d wait until midnight before going to bed, send the few Merry Christmas messages to family and friends before turning in for the night. Not that it matters, you don’t have anyone to spend Christmas with now that you’re newly single; who dumps someone on Christmas Eve? You scoff when you look at his name in your contact list, finger hovering over the call icon as the alcohol makes your brain want to drunk call him but you manage to push yourself through the urge and delete the contact instead.
He doesn’t deserve your Merry Christmas.
You finish the glass, standing up and giggling a little as you stumble on your way to your bedroom - maybe you put a bit too much bourbon in this batch. You don’t bother to turn on the light, undressing down to your underwear and slipping into your cold bed and shivering slightly at the cool sheets wrapping around you; you know that you should dress into your nightwear but the alcohol mixed with the warm temperature of your apartment turns you away from the thought. You snuggle deep into the mattress, sighing deeply as sleep begins to cause your limbs to relax and your eyelids grow heavy; you smile to yourself, hoping and wishing for a dream to wash away your horrible reality.
A warm hand traces over your leg, moving slowly from your calf to your thigh and a dark smirk appears in your mind; a face unlike anything you have ever seen graces your dream, dark, playful eyes dance with mischief and even though his face seemed innocent and boyish, everything about him seems to scream anything but. The man in your dreams licks his lips, his hand drawing patterns on the back of your thigh with long, cool fingers, “a sweet thing, such a sight to come and see.” You sigh in your sleep as you feel soft lips press against the inside of your knees, “I can give you a wonderful Christmas wish, if you so desire for it.”
This dream feels so real, his voice echoing in your mind and his touch on your body feels so real that you can feel the heat beginning to burn in your core.
“She deserves more than what you have to offer, demon.” A deep, baritone voice rumbles through you, the depth hitting you in places you never thought a voice could hit, “a Christmas miracle would be more appropriate. To be praised and worshipped like a goddess as opposed to the filthy thoughts running around in your mind.” Warm fingers run through your hair before caressing your cheek and you subconsciously turn into the palm of his hand; the smile that forms in your mind is bright like the sun, sculpted features as well as golden skin makes you wonder where in the world you could have seen this angelic man to have him formed in your dreams.
Your imagination seems to be more active tonight, giving you the two most sexiest men you've ever thought of for your pity Christmas dream.
You let out the smallest moan, rubbing your thighs together when the first man’s lips nip at your inner thigh and you roll onto your back from your side to run a hand down towards your burning core. This dream has you dripping with need and it's barely even started. The foot of the bed dips as cool hands run up and down your legs, encouraging them apart while velvet, plush lips press against yours, eliciting a soft mewl from your throat.
“You're no fun asleep, baby,” there's an amused tone to the man’s voice when your brow furrows because you realise something's stopping you from touching your aching core. “I think it's time for you to wake up.” As if your body is reacting to a command, you groggily open your eyes and let out a scream at the sight in front of you.
The man with the dark smirk is perched between your spread legs, his hair as white as snow and recognise him as your next-door neighbour, Baekhyun. You've barely interacted with him, he's never been around much during the day but you could hear him getting back at the wee hours of the morning with God knows who giggling with him; his boyish looks make him seem sweet and innocent but as he's between your legs, a silk black shirt loosely hanging from his body with tight leather pants showing his obvious erection and no shoes on, he looks anything but innocent. “Hello, Y/N,” he grins when you stop screaming.
You blink rapidly, eyes resting on the firm grip that's around your wrist then following the strong arm towards the face of its owner. Angelic seems to be a fact and yet, an understatement to describe this man, his features are God given for sure but he seems so out of this world that no human could have imagined him. He has a warm glow surrounding him, complementing his golden skin and it's not until your eyes wander lower that you realise that he's not wearing anything but loose white pants. “Jongin,” he offers, smiling softly at your surprised expression.
“Yes, Mr. Angel here does like to show off by not wearing a shirt,” Baekhyun rolls his eyes, “we get it, you're God’s gift to women, at least show some modesty.” Jongin seems to blush at the teasing, chewing his lip nervously before clearing his throat and looking down at you.
You can't help but be calmed down by his soft chocolate brown eyes, body relaxing and seemingly knowing that you aren't in any danger by their presence. “It's very rare that we have such heartbroken pleas reach us on Christmas Eve,” Jongin brings your wrist to his lips, pressing a kiss against the pulse, “we hear so many things this time of year and we work over time to do what we can. Tonight though,” he looks over at a smirking Baekhyun, “we have the pleasure of giving you a Christmas miracle.”
Your brain couldn't make any sense of this and you didn't know if this is because of the absurdity of the situation or because Baekhyun had begun kissing your thighs once again. You did wish that you didn’t have to spend Christmas alone and here are two men, otherworldly and wanting, granting that wish.
Were you really going to turn them down?
Swallowing thickly, you pluck up the courage to cup Jongin’s cheek and pull him down to you, kissing him slowly and feeling how perfectly his lips seem to mould against yours as he runs his tongue along your bottom lip, seeking entrance. He’s granted it when Baekhyun hungrily presses his lips against your clothed core, sighing at how damp your panties are and as Jongin steals your breath away, Baekhyun rips the fabric out of his way and blows your mind.
His tongue licks greedily at the juices already pooling inside your pussy, dipping in deep before retreating into his mouth and Baekhyun moans against you at how you taste. Your sweetness a delight on his taste buds and the way you jolt when he presses the tip of his tongue against your throbbing clit; your body reacts so perfectly to him, your arousal feeding into his need to fuck you but he’s going to take his time, have you screaming his name before taking his prize. “Your cunt is so fucken perfect,” he groans when he inserts two fingers, the wet noises mixing with your muffled moans as he pumps into the sopping mess that is your pussy, “Jongin, she’s dripping wet, so velvety and tight, imagine how wonderful she would feel cumming around your dick.” To your surprise, Jongin lets out a deep moan, one hand grabbing yours to rub against his large erection hidden inside his pants while using his other hand to tug your head back so he has access to your neck.
You don’t know who’s causing you to moan, who’s causing your climax to build so sweetly in your abdomen; from the stimulation from both Baekhyun’s tongue and fingers fucking you, and Jongin’s mouth sucking harshly against the sweet spot he found on your neck, you can’t help but writhe and moan as you feel the wave of pleasure begin to tingle at the tip of your fingertips and toes. “I’m going to cum,” you moan, one hand keeping Baekhyun’s head down as you grind against his face and the other pulling your bra down to pinch one pert nipple while Jongin moves lower to suck greedily on the other one. “F-fuck!” You cry out, back arching and pressing your breast further into Jongin’s mouth and your pussy clenches around Baekhyun’s still pumping fingers.
“You look so beautiful when you cum,” Baekhyun licks his lips and offers his fingers to Jongin, who sucks on them and moans at the taste, “delicious, right?” Jongin nods, looking a little shy under Baekhyun’s dark gaze but it's you who is slightly embarrassed at what's just occurred. You never thought you were the type to rebound straight after a break up, let alone with two men, and even if your body still craves for more - your mind is conflicted at what you're doing.
Noticing your slight nervousness, Jongin gives you his undivided attention while Baekhyun begins to undress. “Don't be ashamed, you know he’s not worth it,” his deep voice seems to chase away all the worry in your heart, “baby, you're a goddess, deserving of it all and we are willing to give it to you.” He leans forward to kiss you but Baekhyun clearing his throat has him stopping.
“You can play with her all you want afterwards, angel, first I'm going to take what I've been wanting since this started.” His gaze over your body is hungry and you squirm under the intensity of his stare, “you can either join or let me have my turn first,” Baekhyun spreads your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he settles back between your legs with his hard, thick and ribbed cock in his hand.
Your mouth waters as you see him rub the pearling precum around his tip with a thumb; you suddenly want to know what he tastes like, to know what it feels like to have the head pressed against the back of your throat while feeling the ribbed surface against your lips. You are fantasizing about Baekhyun's cock in your mouth that you missed Jongin undressing and lying next to you; it's not until his large hand grips your hair and moves you towards his proudly standing cock that you realise what you're meant to be doing.
The moment Jongin’s cock touches your lips, Baekhyun pushes in, filling your completely and you try not to cum immediately from the feel of him. “Now how about you show me how naughty you can be,” Jongin gives you a sexy smirk while Baekhyun barks out a laugh before slowly setting his pace, “and if you are really good, maybe we'll let you top next round.”
You don’t get to answer him because with Baekhyun’s next thrust, Jongin’s cock is pushed into your mouth and you’re so focused on being good for them that you don’t worry about how naughty you feel with two cocks fucking you towards what’s turning out to be a wonderful Christmas.
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