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timextoxhajima · 4 years ago

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Member: *at the point of writing this i haven’t yet decided but i went out today and this song started playing and my heart just starting beATInG SO faST

*update: ended up settling for san

A/N: I won’t write smut/anything aggressive for jongho (or any ‘00 liner for that matter) so until they turn 21 internationally, i’ll refrain from writing anything nasty. this goes for other idols who are ‘00 liners and younger.

Genre: shitty-ass angst, aggressive shoving lol idk, what’s a desire-inspired fic if there’s no smut heh (lowkey fifty shades vibes irdk what im doing at this point of time) *kind reminder that it’s been too fucking long since i’ve written some smexy smut so please bear with me ;_;

Word Count: 3.6k

you could almost smell the money that everybody in the room collectively have under their belts. everybody was fitted in suits and extravagant gowns and blazers and dresses-- it was difficult to believe that these people would ever wear anything else besides whatever they were wearing now.

your parents had gone off to greet the older, more important people of the organisation, or bureau, or whatever group that coordinated this event was called. you were stuck staring at your glass of champagne while your fiance picks at the little nuts in the tray that was sitting in the middle of the small table.

fiance, more like annoying family friend you’ve been actual friends with for nearly ten years.

“do me a favour and cut it out, would you?” you glare at him through your long, false lashes, bringing the champagne glass to your lips and taking a sip. mingi looks at you and pouts, quickly throwing a nut into his mouth before he wipes the crumbs away on his shit-expensive Saint Laurent blazer.

you groan under your breath, rolling your eyes so hard that you could see the insides of your head.

“who picked out the gown? i know you have a thing against gowns so why’d you let them fit you in this one?” mingi munches on the nut and nods towards your fit. you don’t bother to look down at yourself, because you couldn’t stand the sight of it.

the v-neck cutting was so low down your chest that if you pulled it aside with any considerable amount of strength, your chest would’ve been exposed.

it didn’t help that the gown was red, and on top of that, there was a long, ridiculous slit up the dress by your left leg.

it’s like you were a walking target.

“does it look like i had much of a choice?” you eye him with an annoyed look, finishing whatever was left of the champagne. “in fact, i don’t even remember the last time i made a decision for myself. fun.”

mingi gives you a pathetic smile and wraps his arm around your shoulders, the soft material of his blazer grazing against your skin.

someone pushes the door open to the function room, and everybody around starts making their way in. your heels would’ve been caught stepping on your gown, so mingi offers you and arm to hold while you grab a bunch of material with your free hand to make walking easier.

your fiance helps you settle into your seat before sitting down next to you. the function room starts filling up, every now and then some ceo or businessman or someone walks by your table and you have no choice but to stand up to greet them.

but all you wanted to do was to go home to the comfort of your bed and binge watch your favourite series.

not stand here, in the middle of a function room in the country’s most expensive hotel, and let these middle-aged, possibly married-with-children, men caress your hands like they didn’t already know you had a fiance.

“you seem to have a way around men, don’t you?” mingi teases quietly, helping you push the chair in as you sat down from shaking some stranger’s hand.

“it’s the dress, and the hair and the make up. otherwise, i’m pretty sure they don’t give a fuck.”

mingi sucks on his teeth at your straightforward statement, noting that your parents were coming round the table. you look up to search for them upon mingi’s announcement, and you notice they were talking to another couple with their children trailing closely behind them.

“oh god, another one--” you spit under your breath. mingi elbows you a little, standing up and cuing you to do the same as your parents come by with the other couple and their clearly-uninterested son and overly-enthusiastic daughter.

“mingi, y/n, this is mr and mrs choi, and this is choi haneul and choi san,” your mother gestures to them as the couple reaches out for a handshake. you and mingi take turns to shake their hands, including the two children.

you were so used to faking a smile that you were sure nobody could’ve been able to tell you absolutely hated being here.

but your ‘service’ smile struggles to remain loyal to your need to be the perfect chaebol when you catch their son staring at you, with eyes that could kill.

you reach your palm out to him, and he takes your hand with a firm grip.

you almost feel something similar to static, but you shake it off by giving him a bright smile.

he reciprocates, offering you a wide grin that exposes his dimples and folded his eyes into long, slits.

that 180 degree switch... psycho.

you pull away, and you feel his reluctance to let go for a split second.

a frown appears on your forehead in that instant, but he releases your hand quickly, as if noticing the change of expression on your face.

your parents wave them off as they make their way to another table. you return to your seat, now sitting between mingi and your mother who just wouldn’t shut up about the choi family.

something about splitting the company into two so each their children gets an equal half.

something about them being very capable.

blah blah blah...

the function hall gets filled up and every table was fully occupied. name tags were placed on tables by the seats the guests were allocated, and your eyes run through the many names and titles. you couldn’t find a single one that didn’t have a big company name attached to them.

mingi humors you the entire dinner, and being your only source of entertainment, you couldn’t help but still feel lucky that he was chosen to be your fiance.

there were so many things about being a chaebol that was so wrong and so pathetic, and mingi knew very well how much you hated it. both of you grew up as childhood friends, for the sole reason that both your parents were partners in an important project.

so big, rich people gatherings? your weekend plans for almost ten years straight.

when you were told that a marriage was in plan for you though, you remember threatening to run away from home unless your fiance was mingi.

and since mingi was a chaebol himself, your parents were more than happy to let the both of you get engaged, even if the two of you didn’t actually love one another.

there was some dumb auction going on with the mc yelling into the damn mic every ten minutes, not even giving you the peace of day to eat your food that took forever to come. mingi tries to get you involved by raising your name tag, helping you offer three million for a premium yacht.

you hiss at him, nearly giving him a slap across the face when you won it.

your mother reminds you not to have too much wine and champagne, but you didn’t even want to be here in the first place. you were going to get married into the song family anyway, so it gave you the courage and liberty to do whatever the hell you wanted.

you were so used to drinking champagne and wine that mingi doesn’t stop you until your face finally flushed bright red, and you were beginning to smile and giggle at the mc.

an unfamiliar sight for your fiance.

“do you need to go to the washroom to get yourself together? you look tipsy,” mingi leans into your ear and asks with concern. his question pulls out an ugly look on your face, and you reach for your champagne glass, only to realise that it was empty.

you huff in disappointment. mingi gives you a blank look, knowing that you weren’t done with whatever attitude you had up your sleeve tonight.

“i’m gonna hurl out all that fucking champagne and you better have my glass refilled when i get back,” you try to whisper to mingi, but you belch out all the gas that was in your stomach.

“disgusting--” mingi winces at the scent of the alcohol. you laugh, pushing yourself out of the seat and grabbing your purse, leaning over to your parents to inform them you were heading for the washroom.

it was a good thing you weren’t drunk, but you definitely would be if you had returned for more champagne had you not stuffed your finger down your throat. you wretched loudly, knowing that you deliberately searched for the most out-of-the-way washroom in the building, and there was nobody around to hear those inhumane noises. expensive liquid flushes out your throat and you choke on the sight. the burning sensation wasn’t a good experience, but you couldn’t be any less bothered.

you lick your lips, still cautious that you had lipstick on. turning around, you struggle to your feet and head over to the sink, head hanging low and palms pressed flat against the marble surface.

you gather the tap water in your hand, slurping it up to try and get rid of the taste of stomach acid and alcohol in your mouth.

didn’t help.

you mutter some curse words under your breath, looking back up at the mirror to fix your hair and your lipstick, pulling your shoulders back so you were standing with the posture your mother spent most of your life scolding you about.

you take a step out of the washroom, and your eyes were so occupied with mentally berating the hell out of your obscene dress that you physically ram yourself into someone’s shoulder.

the impact throws your balance off completely, but you feel an arm snake around your waist just moments before you got fall flat on the ground.

“oh, you.”

you fidget with uneasiness, anxiously getting your balance back in check and shoving him off you. you look down at yourself, making sure your boobs were still under the material and your slit didn’t get any higher up your thighs.

“you’re welcome, by the way.”

you return your attention to choi san, who now had a sneaky smirk drawn across his lips. he was in an all white fit, with small black details like his cuff links and black gemstone accentuating his entire look.

“sorry.”

you clear your throat, feeling your face flush from the realisation that you could’ve been completely fucked over by your parents if they saw the way you responded.

‘that’s no way of thanking someone,” they’d say.

“what are you doing here anyway? it’s such a far walk from the function hall.”

you raise a cocky brow, tongue looking for small bits of food stuck in the crevices of your teeth. you couldn’t be bothered to maintain your image now that you’ve already acted like he was molesting you.

“me? i could ask you the same,” you tilt your head to the side, hands looking for the slit of your dress to push aside. you wouldn’t want to trip on your walk away from him.

“i don’t like these functions. i like meeting people but i definitely don’t like watching them spend their money on ridiculous items.”

you sigh, wondering how long you were going to be stuck in this meaningless conversation with him.

“you do realise the proceeds all go to charity anyway, don’t you?”

“is that why you bought the premium yacht for three million?”

“no, my fiance used my name.”

“so you’re saying you didn’t want to provide the financial assistance to charity?”

your eyes harden at his accusation, and you couldn’t be more frustrated. if you weren’t in your obscene v-neck gown with that useless slit up your thighs, you would’ve already gotten your heels off to whack him on the head.

all your emotions must’ve been put up for display all across your face, because choi san flashes you a devilish grin, eradicating any hint of his dimple-smile from before.

the same 180 change.

“my family and i do enough charity every year. this three million doesn’t mean shit,” you take a step forward, not letting his demonic presence faze you. he was just about a few inches taller than you, so confronting him like this was nothing compared to mingi.

“so, mr choi,” you hiss under your breath, your nose just right under his. “if you’ve got nothing else constructive to say, then do excuse me. i have an event to be at.”

you gave it a few moments for him to flinch or react, but he fails. you smirk to yourself, convinced that you’ve won this showdown. you turn, ready to walk away from him, but he grabs your arm just as you walk past him and wraps his arm around your waist. if he had invested more effort into the act, he would’ve easily picked you up.

“what the fuck-- let me go!” you try thrashing yourself out of his grip, but he only pulls you harder into the hidden lift around the corner. you try to make a run for the door before it closes, but he holds you back as he hits a button on the lift panel.

he shoves you up against the wall, your rear resting against the bar that lined the walls where people could hold. he rests his palms on the bar on either sides of your hips, and he pushes his face dangerously close to yours.

you were fuming at this psycho, but deep down in your heart, you knew you were the one to blame for inciting it.

“you know...” he drags a finger down your earlobe and your jawline. it takes you awhile to realise that you were slowly turning away from him, gradually becoming unable to continue this power play with him. “you haven’t said ‘thank you’.”

you scoff, eyes shifting to meet his without turning your head. you wipe your canine teeth with your tongue, trying your best to read his face.

but all you could see was that devilish grin you don’t think you were ever going to forget.

you try to hold back from saying anything, knowing that every word you said from this moment on was going to decide his next move. but you were angry with this piece of shit, and your temper invites you to spit out the words you had on the tip of your tongue.

“or what?”

i should not have said that.

“that’s completely up to you.”

choi san smirks again, and you’ve never seen someone look so lustfully challenged before. the look in his eyes was enough to rile you up to it as well. though your head was screaming at you, telling you to stop, but your heart and body say otherwise.

he sucks in a deep breath as he takes a step back, letting the lift doors open to the hallway where all the suites were.

you expected him to grab your wrist and pull you along, but he doesn’t. confusion wasn’t the right word to describe the overwhelming feeling that ate you up, and you hated yourself for it.

you watch in dissatisfaction as he calmly walks out of the lift and walks down about four doors. he stops right outside the cream colored door, his white fit contrasting the brown hallways, and turns to look at you.

that devilish smile was gone, replaced with a look you couldn’t begin to describe.

you feel your stomach churn as he reaches up to his neck and starts to undo the top few buttons, exposing his collarbone. his free hand pulls out a card from the inside of his blazer, and he gets the door open.

your hands were balled up into fists, and you could still feel his trace on your jaw as you watched him walk into the room.

don’t do it.

you suck in a deep breath, frozen in place.

don’t fucking do it. he knows exactly what he’s doing.

the lift doors begin to shut.

don’t. do. it.

your needs and desires engulf you like flames in a burning building, and you found yourself storming straight into the suite, eyes only searching for him. before you could even notice the size of the room, you were shoved backwards against the carpeted wall.

hands were hungrily searching your body for any crevice for him to dig into, and you could already feel your lipstick getting smudged between both your lips.

his fingers find the material of your dress that goes over your shoulders instead, and he doesn’t hesitate to pull them down your arms. you struggle to get his white blazer off, completely ignoring the rare gem that was pinned above his breast pocket.

you were already running out of breath, teeth clashing and your tongues messily swirling around each other as his hands find the zip on your back. by the time your dress pools around your feet, you get the buttons on his shirt undone.

you run your hands down his chest and toned stomach, but was interrupted by him picking you up against the wall. he doesn’t hesitate to attach his lips to your breasts like a hungry kitten, and the heat between the two of you becomes nearly impossible to contain.

his hair gets tangled in your fingers, desperately trying to find something to grip while lewd sounds escape your lips.

“you must not like losing,” he pulls you away from the wall, eyes looking up at you as he walks elsewhere in the room. you expected yourself to be thrown on a bed, but instead you find yourself pressed up against the window panel of the room, with the city right below your feet.

“don’t you fucking dare,” you threaten with a low voice. but you hear him scoff, arm wrapped around your waist as he positions himself so that you were pressed flat against his chest and your breasts against the cold surface of the window.

“but i already did.”

he whispers into your ear, somehow finding both your wrists and holding them in one hand while the other snakes down your stomach and under the only piece of clothing you were wearing.

you bite on your bottom lip, shutting your eyes tightly upon the contact of his fingers on your sensitive spot. you hear him chuckle and he realises that you had absolutely no control over what your body needed - or wanted.

“aren’t you going to tell me that you have a fiance?” his voice was low, and almost threatening. he hooks your underwear by the side and pulls it off the curve of your rear, letting it pool around the heels you were still wearing.

you gulp and huff heavily, listening to him undo his belt while your wrists were still trapped in his left hand.

“answer the question, mrs song.” he presses his already hardened manhood against your core, and the contact sends chills up your spine to your head. you could feel yourself slowly losing all sense of control by the second, and him psychologically pushing you into a corner to make you submit to him wasn’t helping.

“we could always stop now, and you could go back to the function hall like nothing happened.”

now you don’t feel the material of his underwear, but the bare skin of his manhood rubbing against your naked core. the sensation finally pushes you over the edge, and you choose your desires over the fucking obligations you were born with.

“please don’t stop.”

you brace yourself as he pushes himself into you, and he doesn’t give you much time to process the explosive feelings of need in your abdomen. picking up his pace, you feel his grip on your wrists tightening as the excessive thrusting pushes you nearer and nearer against the glass.

you hear nothing but the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, and the combination of the mewls and groans the both of you were offering one another.

his free hand finds your sensitive nub, and the combination of his ramming into you with the circles drawn with pressure pushes you closer to your climax. your legs tremble under the overwhelming feeling, and he finally releases your wrists. he wraps his arm around your waist, holding you up while he continues fucking you against the window.

you feel the weight in your abdomen get heavier after every thrust, and your irregular moans tell him that you were reaching your high.

something inside you snaps, and you raise your head to look at the window, water vapour already collected in messy patterns on the surface.

he pulls out and you feel his load landing on your lower back, the only sounds you could hear now was the panting from the both of you.

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you take your seat between mingi and your mother again, legs still shaking ever so slightly, and you were hoping nobody was going to notice that your hair didn’t look at neat as it was before.

“i thought you got lost in the bathroom,” mingi looks at you while you down a whole cup of water before attacking the champagne.

“well,” you shrug, eyes catching a glance of choi san returning to his seat. “i’m here now, aren’t i?”

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stepgazz · 4 years ago

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//warmest days//lee jeno//

you love the sun; it soaks you with life. you love the light; its purity drowns you in hope. but they’ve never held you as lovingly as the cold, in the dark.

angst, fluff

(kind of) enemies to lovers

5.8k words

Your hand dangled off the open window, the swift summer breeze licking around your fingers. The sun veiled your face like a golden mantle, shimmering off of your earrings as they swayed, clicking melodically. The car rumbled down the road, wafts of a heavy, floral scent filling your lungs. The sky itself turned into a mirror under the simmering heat, and you looked up into it with a deep gratefulness in your heart. You hadn’t felt this warm with happiness in a long time.

Jaemin firmly held the stirring wheel with his left hand, rambling sweetly about how excited he was about the trip. His girlfriend was seated next to him, in the front, holding his right hand in hers while smiling at his ardent babbling with adoration in her eyes. Every time he looked over to her, Jaemin’s face would scrunch up with even more excitement.

Watching them, your heart would tremble with joy: for their love, for the amazing days ahead, for the beauty in all of these good feelings. You smiled widely at how full your chest felt, so heavy with life.

You could imagine what was happening in the other car, where the other boys were stuffed: Jisung and Chenle screaming the entire time as Mark drove and Donghyuck teased him endlessly. You could almost hear the vehicle vibrating with their laughter. The thought of Renjun fleeing from the chaos and deciding to move to your car, just so he could sleep for a bit, made you chuckle to yourself. The poor boy had dozed off on your shoulder, his face finally relaxed after continuously cringing at the soap opera happening in the front seats. You looked down at him affectionately, slowly coming to the conclusion that there was nowhere you’d rather be than right there, right then.

And as you peeled your eyes away from Renjun, they met Jeno’s.

Jeno wasn’t warm. He’d never felt warm to you. Jeno was scarily stoic and intimidating, you’d never seen any other face of his. The guys always claimed he was nothing but a gentle giant, but to you, he was rough and distant. Terribly cold.

Meeting his gaze was usually a bad sign. He had that power: scolding with his eyes only, shooting icy, half-a-second long warnings that made your veins feel frozen. That’s all he ever did, though; warn. His gestures were defensive, cautionary; that shield of ice was never low. That resent in his guard seemed to state his feelings towards you clearly and you never stepped past this line he was obviously drawing.

So, as you met Jeno’s eyes, you were taken aback. He seemed to have been looking for a bit, before scoffing at the contact in your stares and returning to his cold corner, his temple lifelessly pressed to the window. You remained locked to his image, following the sharp angle of his clenched jawline up the contour of his profile. Long, dense eyelashes casted a dramatic shadow over his eyes, seeming to repel the pleasant touch of the sun. Tension squirmed beneath his skin and you watched it carefully, with dangerous interest. When he wasn’t menacing, Jeno looked noble and handsome. Distant and cold in a beautiful way, like marble statues and huge, stone castles.

You turned to your own window, embalmed in the rich light, and closed your eyes to the loving exchange in the front seats. The breeze brushed your skin ever so lightly, summer staining your face with peppered, sunny kisses.

***

When you finally stopped at a gas station, the soft atmosphere turned chaotic almost instantly. Chenle jumped out of the car with a screech, running to the bathroom as Jisung calmly followed. Mark was rubbing his eyes, practically begging Haechan to drive instead. He gave in, not failing to mention that he was doing so for his own safety, not for “you three dumbasses”. Jaemin stretched with a content sigh, opening the door for his girlfriend, who thanked him for driving carefully with a peck. Despite the disgusted groan from Renjun (who was barely awake yet still outraged by them), you found it really sweet. And apparently, so did Jeno.

He sat with his arms crossed above his chest, a faint smile fluttering on his lips as he watched the pair. While he didn’t seem like the type to show tenderness, you’d heard Jaemin often call him a softie. So, as much as you kept your distance, the idea of seeing that side of Jeno often kept you awake.

“Awww, is Nono jealous?” Haechan slurred, puckering his lips at the boy.

Jeno’s smile faded instantly as he pretended to throw a fist in Donghyuck’s direction, who flinched apologetically. A slight chuckle left your lips before you realized, which made you instantly turn to Jeno. To your surprise, he resumed to a breathy laugh, curiously detached. Its calmness sparked something in your chest.

Chenle and Jisung returned from the bathroom beaming with energy, which made Mark whine in exhaustion. Everyone laughed at the black-haired boy as he pressed his palms against his face, defeated. With despair, he pleaded:

“Renjun please switch places with me.”

“No way, never. I slept like a baby the whole time; I’m not going back into that hellhole. I barely got out!” He pointed at the empty car, which looked just as tired as the driver. “Sleep there with your crazy kids.”

Chenle looked over, deeply offended, but Renjun didn’t bother to notice. “Plus, (Name) is a great pillow.”

You smiled towards Renjun when you felt him pat your shoulders proudly.

“Poor (Name) couldn’t move an inch because of you.”

The sound of Jeno’s voice rung in your ears when you heard your name. You turned to look at his face, which was washed in the orange glow of the sunset, and you saw a sly smile curve his lips. His black hair fell in velvety waves over his forehead, standing up in places where he had run his fingers. His eyebrows were raised in Renjun’s direction, who stammered under his gaze.

“Oh, um…you couldn’t?” his voice gave away genuine remorse, which made you puff with a giggle.

“It’s fine, you were okay!!” you reassured him by rubbing his arm as the others laughed.

“You almost drooled on her shoulder!” Jeno pointed at you, meeting your eyes while his were coiled into demilunes. You couldn’t remember the last time he smiled in your direction, let alone when you made eye contact.

Renjun apologized again, earning even more laughter through his embarrassed rambles. He eventually concluded that it was better to switch places, which made Mark almost yell with relief. The group kept talking in the gas station parking lot as vehicles came and went, bumbling by like bees. The sun was setting rapidly and the sky was growing more and more bruised with darkness, which soon made the boys decide to “set sail once more”.

But before you could all settle back into the cars, Mark stopped and called out for Renjun, who groaned and spat a “WHAT” at him.

“What if we let Donghyuck sleep with those two and we share a room?”

And to that, Renjun’s face lit up while Haechan’s instantly darkened.

“Those three won’t sleep anyways, it’s perfect!!” Renjun exclaimed with glee.

Havoc ensued, nonetheless. You watched the boys point fingers at each other alongside Jaemin and his girlfriend. Behind you was Jeno, with his elbows resting on top of the car and his chin digging into the meat of his forearms, the same gentle smile hovering on his mouth. Their voices, growing more and more frustrated, filled the haunting silence of the gas station parking lot, reminding you once more of how vividly alive you were feeling, deep inside your ribcage.

“Okay, guys, let’s just decide the rooms, okay?” Jaemin began, making reassuring gestures with his hands towards Renjun and Haechan, who were at each other’s neck already.

“Mark is right. Him and Renjun share a room, because they’re both tired and Mark needs to rest in order to drive.”

The guys whose names were said howled at each other in content.

“Chenle, Jisung and Haechan share a room. I think it’s fair for all of us.” Jaemin eyed the three boys, the youngest ones cheering around the eldest, who was reduced to sulking silently.

“Haneul and I have a room for ourselves. Isn’t that right?” He smiled at the girl, who nodded with a loving expression.

And before he could say it, it dawned upon you.

“And Jeno and (Name) share a room, and that’s it. Now, everyone to the cars.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach with sickening speed. The look on Jeno’s face showed the feeling was mutual.

“We were supposed to share a room!” Jeno boomed towards Jaemin, who signaled him to bring the volume down. “Haneul and (Name) were supposed to share a room!”

“Now, now, you know I can’t go with my girlfriend somewhere and not sleep in the same room as her—”

“THEY’RE DOUBLE BEDS!”

You thought your heart was in your stomach before, but now it fell to your feet. You weren’t only sharing a room, but the bed also. Something felt awfully chilling on your back.

Jeno barged into the car and shut the door with a thud, holding his forehead into one of his palms. You looked up at Jaemin; he sighed with annoyance before opening the door for Haneul, who hopped in elegantly. Mark stared at you, probably thinking you would get murdered that night. He took his own seat, separating you and the frowning boy. You got in as well, gulping at how cold you were feeling, all of the sudden.

You stared out the closed window the remaining length of the ride.

***

The motel didn’t look as ragged as you had initially thought it would: the building was tall with yellow, glowing windows like a bunch of friendly eyes. The dry flower beds in front of it only gave it some more charm, their dull beige highly contrasting the cozy maroon of the bricks. Other various plants sprouted through the cracked pavement, leading up to the main entrance, which seemed to welcome your anarchic group. You liked the earthy smell of its yard as it replaced the scent of the arid, concrete road.

As pleasant as its hearty quiet was, you didn’t get to enjoy it for long: the guys poured of the cars with bursting bags and started rambling once more about the rooms. You had your own backpack slung over your shoulder, holding the strap tightly as the boys zoomed past you and towards the check-in desk.

Jaemin handed you the key to your room with a reassuring smile. You examined the silver object, turning it over in your palms as you began going up the stairs: this little thing would lock you and Jeno in the same room overnight, and the thought made you squeeze it in your fist, as if it would crumble.

Suddenly, someone tugged at your rucksack. Your head snapped to look behind you, meeting Jeno’s glare as he wordlessly slipped the strap off your shoulder and tossed the object on his back.

“I got it—”

“What’s our room?” he cut you off.

Jeno held the eye contact stubbornly, like he was trying to make you stammer. The word “our” caused your hand to clutch the key even harder.

“25. 3rd floor.”

“See you there.”

And he sped up the staircase, disappearing past the corner of the next flight. You stood on the steps, baffled, as the rest of the group diffused around the mute motel.

***

You rubbed your eyes with the pads of your palms: they were burning with fatigue. Your entire body felt tacky with sweat as you sat on the single chair in the entire room. It wasn’t bad for a motel; you could manage a single night as long as you had a power outlet and a bed.

“Oh, the bed.” The thought came back to you unexpectedly. You were stressing a bit too much over that.

Your slight panic was disrupted by the bathroom door swinging open, Jeno walking out of the shower followed by a cloud of steam which tumbled into your small, already suffocating room.

“Okay, this is how we’re going to do this.”

You looked up and gasped a bit. Jeno stood before you, drying his damp hair with a towel. A black pair of shorts rode low on his hips while his upper body was fully exposed: waterdrops trailed down his clavicles, leaving glossy traces on the skin as they trickled further. His chest tightened with every breath between his ribs, which defined fine lines where they intersected with muscle. He truly resembled one of those beautiful sculptures; the ones that made you wonder what gorgeous creature could have instigated its creation.

But those pieces of art are as cold as their marble makes them. That’s their only flaw: they’re frozen through the meat of their own self, cursed to never feel warmth again. Therefore, Jeno fit the description well.

“You stay on your side of the bed and I stay on mine. It’s big enough for us to sleep away from each other.”

You couldn’t pretend his words weren’t hurtful. As much as you’d love to, you couldn’t hate Jeno back. He never gave you a reason to. On the contrary, when he wasn’t talking to you or minding your presence too much, Jeno was pretty sweet. Not only was he really funny (which was quite the unpopular opinion in your group) and kind, he was a genuinely pleasant person. He had a respectable, trust-worthy ambiance. Jeno felt intense in a lot of ways.

You liked Jeno more than you were willing to admit. But he never liked you back.

“Or…I could sleep on the floor?”

His change in tone made you realize how your face had dropped at his previous instructions. You shook your head, clearing your thoughts, then answered:

“No way. We’ll fit alright.”

Jeno met your eyes and nodded. There was thankfulness in his look.

“I’ll go see what the rest are up to while you shower, then we can go to sleep.”

You watched the black-haired boy pull a white, transparent t-shirt over his head and slip his trusty pair of glasses on his nose. On his arms popped veins while he ruffled his hair, settling the messy, moist locks into a combed-back quiff.

Something almost made you stand up and stop him from leaving. Something almost made you tell him he looked handsome like this, disheveled and relaxed. Something almost made you ask him to stay.

“Lock the door behind you.”

And he did as he walked away.

You fell asleep before he returned, in a bed half cold.

***

That coldness haunted your dreams.

You woke up to a completely dark room, with your lungs rapidly emptying of air then desperately sucking it back in. Chilling sweat pooled in beads on the back of your head.

You pushed your fists against your forehead, calming yourself down. You’d dreamt of something bad, something you couldn’t quite remember after opening your eyes. With each passing second, the nightmare floated further away, allowing reality to settle back inside your head.

The room was too big, too frigid for you to feel any safer. You missed the sun, drenching you in its spell of happiness so generously. You missed the breeze, that breath of summer carrying your exhaled moments to another soul. You wanted to open the window and wait for dawn right there, with your mouth agape and your skin screaming for heat.

But you sat between those white, ageless sheets and gasped like a dying animal in the winter. The air was still and empty, haunted by your nightmares, and the nightmares of other travelers before you. In the dark, everything seemed dead for long.

“You okay back there?”

Jeno’s voice was raspy and deep, but it sounded comforting in your frenzy.

“I had a nightmare.”

Your skin crawled at the word.

Behind you, there was silence, then a shift. The bed creaked under the moving weight as Jeno turned to face your back with a groan. You could feel him exhale deeply into the back of your head before lifting his arm.

His fingertips grazed against the throbbing skin of your temple, tracing down your cheek, then the side of your neck, shoulder and arm before lifting his hand and fluttering his fingers, as if he was shaking off water drops. He kept drawing this outline with an unexpected gentleness, growing more confident each time.

“My sister used to do this to me when I had nightmares. She’d tell me she was taking the bad thought from my head and guiding it away.”

Your body was limp under the contact. The spots he was touching felt excessively sensitive, yet every time his fingers left your skin, it ached for his feeling.

“It always worked.”

It really was working. In fact, there weren’t any thoughts left in your head as he traced your sides time after time. Air seemed to be enough once again, the dark wasn’t as dense anymore. And you wondered how you felt hot all of the sudden, when his cold hands were caressing you.

Was it really Jeno, behind you? Was his presence this human? Was his skin truly soft and his scent this pleasant? Nothing had ever felt this exhilarating with him. There was nothing but ice in his attitude when it came to you, so this new stance was bewildering. He had been hiding this tenderness from you and he would hide it again the next day, like a wound he was embarrassed about, but had to tend at night. Your heart couldn’t take the thought of Jeno being this kind to you once, then never again.

Your hand acted on its own, grabbing his while it traced the side of your arm. The tendons tensed his palm beneath yours, almost making him pull away. But he kept it on you, even flattening it on the skin.

“Why do you hate me?”

The words felt bitter on your tongue as you spat them. Jeno sighed behind you, a waft of warm air brushing against your neck.

“I don’t hate you. Go to sleep.”

He tried pulling away again, in order to turn his back to you, but you pressed down on his hand.

“Don’t lie.”

“Go to sleep, (Name).”

“Please, Jeno.”

His fingers dug into your meat at the sound of his name. You turned to lay on your back, the contour of his body winding next to you. You stared up at the celling, refusing to look at him. Still, you could feel his stare in your temple, burning holes into your head.

“I don’t hate you and I mean it.”

“Then why are you like this to me? What did I ever do to you?”

You weren’t even angry. Deeply frustrated maybe. There was an entire side of this man that you’d never get to see for some reason and it killed you to know that.

You liked Jeno too much to ignore him.

“I couldn’t hate you even if I wanted to.” He mumbled into your ear. You could tell he regretted saying it right away.

You were thinking the same thing.

“You know how we practically had to beg the company to let us go on this trip, because of our…image?”

Jeno started tracing from your shoulder down to your wrist with his fingers, breathing into your ear after each word like it hurt him to say them.

“You know how Haneul can barely walk down the street, now that people know about her and Jaemin?”

You nodded, still not knowing where he was going.

“You know how we decided to sleep in the middle of nowhere, in this motel, just so we wouldn’t run into anyone who knows us?”

He paused. The silence sprawled out over your chest like a dead, poor thing. His breathing sounded faster than normal, but your ears were ringing too badly for you to tell.

“I didn’t decide to hate you.”

Jeno propped himself up on his elbow, enough so he could look down at your face. Behind him, the window glowed ghastly, like a mouth full of smoke. The dirty light coming from the distant, white street lights lined Jeno’s imposing silhouette with silver.

“But I’ll hate you if I have to, because I can’t afford to hurt you with my real feelings.”

Your heart felt heavy for a reason you couldn’t name. His stare fell upon you like an invisible weight and you shuddered under it. His voice was twisted with an ambiguous emotion, ignited by something that seemed to deeply trouble him.

“Then what do you really feel?”

You turned your head towards his. As your eyes grew used to the darkness, shapes started gaining contour. So did his face as you could make out the bold line of his eyebrows, angling downwards to define his nose. Truthfully though, you didn’t need light to make out his face: time after time of carefully analyzing his expressions resulted in his perfect portrait getting inked into your mind. From the pretty mole near his right eye to the deep cupid bow dictating the form of his lips, you could trace them virtually, even in pitch black darkness.

So, you could imagine the blank look on his face, contrasted by a grave glare you could almost feel picking you apart.

Jeno sighed, almost pained.

“What I’m trying to say is—”

“What do you feel?”

You looked where you knew his eyes were. In the soft shadow draped over his face, you could see the sparkle in his gaze, holding yours.

“Those people will hurt you and I won’t be able to protect you. They’ll say bad things about you.”

“Jeno.”

“I can’t let them hurt you. I love you so much that I need to hate you.”

Time froze.

Maybe because all of the cold he’s ever shown you was evaporating with each word. Maybe it was all spreading in the air, icing over everything in the room, including the dripping seconds. His stare was burning, so were his words. So were his fingers, as they held your limp palm.

“Love is a strong word.” Your whisper came out shaky, as if your body was succumbing to the biting cold of winter.

“I know what I said.”

Jeno’s palm felt up to your cheek with gentleness, leaving explosions of tingles on its way. He cupped your face and held it like he had finally found something he’d sorely missed.

“I tried so hard to hate you.” You hiccupped the words, but there were no tears on your face. “I turned myself inside out trying to hate you, because you were so cold. You were so distant and-and indifferent. You were so far away but I couldn’t hate you no matter how hard I tried!”

The boy listened wordlessly, rubbing circles into your cheek to assure you he was still there, with you. You emptied your lungs of air, so tired of the tension they had been enduring while you spoke.

“I couldn’t hate you back. I couldn’t.”

Then there was a pause, as long as a thought.

“I’m so scared of what could happen to you if I showed you the truth.” Jeno talked so lowly, you almost thought a ghost had spoken from within the walls. You placed your own hand over his, holding it tight.

“Please don’t push me away again.”

And he didn’t.

Instead, he brought you closer, flattening his lips onto yours. Your mouths molded perfectly, within a second, like they knew how. His heat struck your body like lightning, trapping you under his clutch. As you kissed him, the back of your eyes stung with tears; of relief, you figured, when you realized that beautiful statue you admired with guilt had come to life before you, drenching you in a warmth you’d never felt before.

Jeno had been lying to you, trying to keep you safe. In the process, you fell for him anyways, which almost made you laugh into the kiss. But only hours before, it broke your heart to even look him in the eyes. Deep down, you knew you would’ve done the same if you were in his place.

The black-haired boy pressed his forehead to yours, tearing his lips away with a slick sound. His fingers grazed the side of your neck, then slipped over the edge of your shoulder to rest on your arm. Hot exhales soaked into your skin and you couldn’t bring yourself to rip away from his presence.

“I don’t want my life to ruin yours.”

You listened to his whispering with worry, as it sounded so broken with emotion. His tenderness was making you melt into his hold, but his words were curdling your blood.

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Then I’ll be your little secret.”

You supported his face between your hands, your fingertips accommodating to the soothing sensation of his skin.

“And I’ll love you in secret, until we figure out a way. It’ll be the two of us. I’ll be your secret.”

Jeno chuckled quietly, you barely heard it. But you could tell there was a smile on his lips: he was relieved, too.

“Just promise me I’ll wake up tomorrow and you’ll still love me.”

All he could do was connect your lips again.

His head moved against yours, digging further into the kiss with a ravaging hunger as the tip of his nose poked your cheek. Your hands curled into the black, messy locks behind his ears while your mouth swallowed his heavy breathing like you were suffocating. As he propped himself on top of you, you gasped at the shift in weight, allowing him to slip his tongue in and meet yours.

The sounds of a languid, sloppy kiss filled the still-frozen air. He gulped down the mix of your saliva, sucking the exhales out of your throat. Jeno’s taste stained every corner of your mouth: the more you felt it, the sweeter it got. That intensity he radiated poured out of him endlessly, through his every gesture. It spilled over the edges of his being and soaked yours, overpowering your senses.

The flame of the moment dimmed slowly as your eyes grew heavier with slumber. You guessed so were Jeno’s as he enveloped you in his arms and fell on his side, his chest flushed to yours in a scorching touch. He held you so tightly you wondered if he could feel your heart squirm inside your ribcage.

Jeno unstuck his mouth from yours, breathing heavily into your hair. Your forehead found its place between his collarbones, separated from his skin only by that thin, white t-shirt that looked so good on him. You nestled into the warmth of his torso, aching to get as close as possible to the man you uncovered that night.

That Jeno that had been hidden away from you with an intention purer than imagined.

“You’re so warm.” You murmured into his sternum.

His laugh blew air onto the top of your head, followed by a heartfelt kiss.

You fell asleep with his lips pressed to your hair.

***

You felt around blindly with your hand, flattening the cool wrinkles of the sheets next to you in your search for Jeno’s heat. Your eyes fluttered open with panic when you couldn’t find any trace of him.

But you looked in front of you through squinted eyelids and found him sitting up next to you. The window behind him shone with blinding sunlight, outlining his frame like an orange aura, seemingly made of newfound affection. The sun had finally rose to save you from the dark, but you’d found shelter in Jeno nonetheless.

You blinked and groaned at the rays attacking your poor, sleepy eyes. You settled with your hands sprawled above your head, still admiring the boy which was now smiling at you.

Jeno sat cross-legged next to you, supporting his weight on his hands, behind him. You trailed with your gaze up his arms, watching the veins snaking up beneath skin and guiding you to his wide shoulders that stretched imposingly. His Adam’s apple bobbed with a muffled chuckle as he noticed you intensely concentrating on him. As you reached his face, a loving smile had formed on your lips as well.

“This t-shirt looks really good on you.” You managed in a drowsy voice. His laugh made your cheeks flush every time.

“Good morning to you too.”

You stretched again, your whole body shaking at the release of tension. Jeno inched closer to push some stray strands out of your face then kept his fingers tangled in your hair, petting it with adoring delicacy.

“Were you awake for long?”

“Maybe 10 minutes. I just like looking at you.” He sounded genuine, yet amused.

You covered your face with your hands, slowly realizing how messy you probably looked: you could tell your eyes were swollen and your cheeks puffy just by touching them. The purple crescents beneath your eyes were definitely obvious, too. You croaked out a slurred “shut up”, scrunching your nose at the sound of your own voice.

He laughed again, heartily. All you could think of was how much you loved hearing it.

“Yesterday we were in the car and you were sticking your hand out the window like a little kid.”

“What about it?” you teased.

“Your face was glowing in the sun and your earrings were clattering and you were smiling so widely and…” he exhaled heavily, in a daze, “…you were really pretty.”

You listened, speechless. Remembering how you accidentally met his eyes almost gave you goosebumps. Then, you recalled admiring his face in the harsh, natural light with a heavy heart, as if you weren’t allowed to, while Renjun sat between the two of you, deep in slumber. Was the thought of you what had made him clench his jaw?

Jeno plopped besides you, snickering at his head bouncing on the pillow. You couldn’t stop smiling as you placed your palm on his cheek, curving it around his mandible, feeling his pointy chin and velvety lips.

Touching his face like this, feeling his features beneath your fingertips so vividly for the first time was making your vision blurry with happiness. With his shield shed, Jeno felt familiar and safe.

You kissed him lightly, just to make sure he was real. His lips were soft and welcoming, savoring the caress of your mouth against his. Before you could pull away, he moved to trickle more loving pecks down your chin and neck, sucking pale, violet blooms into your collarbones and shoulders. His eyes connected the moles stamped onto your skin up to your face, meeting your stare before diving into another kiss. You’d drown in his love happily, you thought, as you looped your arms around his neck.

You whispered against his mouth, stroking his cheek with the knuckles of your fingers:

“You’re the most beautiful person I know.”

***

You sat on the side of the bed and watched him pull a clean, black t-shirt over his head. The muscles on his back tensed, tightening against his shoulder blades and curving into the dip of his spine. His hair was fluffy, bouncing at every move. Jeno ruffled the locks into a casual look, then slipped his glasses onto the tip of his nose, pushing them up using his middle finger. You’d told him he looked cute with them, so he decided to replace his contacts with the traditional alternative, just for you.

You got up and straightened out your clothes with your palms: a baby blue dress, as pale as the simmering sky, flowing down your body and stopping just above your knees. Its lack of sleeves exposed your collarbones and the fading bite marks on them, but Jeno had been careful enough to make them as light as possible. The urgency with which he made them showed he wasn’t fully satisfied, though.

He walked over to you and grabbed your waist, his fingers molding to your shape with yearning.

“How do we do this?”

Jeno’s eyes looked for yours with attentiveness, waiting for the relieving sound of your voice.

“If you’re not comfortable with the guys knowing yet, it’s alright. I trust you.”

“But what if I’ll want to hold your hand?”

You’d never seen Jeno pouting before, but the sight was memorable to say the least. You giggled and held onto his shoulders, following the movements of his lips curling into words with your gaze.

“You can do whatever you feel comfortable doing, Jeno. I’m not scared of anything when I’m with you.”

And you meant it. The dark and the cold, hatred and silence: Jeno had freed you of all of those, even though just days before he seemed to be built out of them. Jeno showed you the beauty in them, despite how heavy they made your heart. They no longer scared you, somebody had taught you there can be love behind all of them.

“I trust you.”

***

You looked in the mirror into the backseat, watching Jaemin and Haneul cuddle into each other subconsciously as they slept. Both of them looked tired that morning: after some noise complaints from Mark and Renjun, you figured why. The latter boy was also in the back seat, squeezed into the corner and fast asleep with a repulsed expression frozen onto his face as Jaemin leaned onto him. His girlfriend was cozily curled onto his chest.

Jeno was driving. An image came into your mind, watching his left hand tighten around the wheel. The memory of the other couple cooing sweet nothings at each other in the front seats caused a mindless chuckle to slip from your lips. You felt Jeno turn to look at you, surprised by your sudden laugh, but you stared out the open window as the aromatic breeze whipped wildly inside your hair. The sun cupped your face with reassuring warmth; it reminded you of the boy besides you.

But you were the one to be surprised when you felt his right hand clasp yours, bringing it up to his mouth to press a lingering kiss to it. His eyes were focused on the road before him, but his smile showed his heart was with you. You entangled your fingers with his instinctively, Jeno placing your conjoined hands on your thigh. You guessed he had been thinking of the same thing as he looked into the back seat through the mirror and chuckled to himself.

But you could only stare at the gesture of love, resting in your lap. After all, holding your hand was the only thing he could worry about as he spoke to you that morning.

You were both taken aback when a husky voice, riddled with disgust, spoke from right behind you.

“Not you two as well!” Renjun whined, discouraged.

***

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rnufharose · 5 years ago

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Chapter 21

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Some suggestive themes and mentions of kidnapping.

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After a successful day at work, Sehun had picked Haneul up from work, the dress he had bought her well hidden in the backseat. He couldn't wait to show it to her, but he had to tell her she would accompany him to the social gathering Junmyeon had spoken of. And now, here he was, in the living room sipping on a glass of whiskey while Haneul had busied herself with giving Vivi his food. She seemed happier now that she was working again, but something else wouldn't leave the back of his mind.

"What if I actually end up falling in love with you?!"

Her voice echoed in his thoughts, and though Sehun had come to terms with the fact that he was so in love with her, being even several feet away from her felt unbearable. He recalled just this morning when he had her standing between him and the counter, and he caught the beautiful pink flush that graced her cheeks. Her scent was so intoxicating--a sweet blend of vanilla and apple blossoms that calmed him yet drove him crazy.

As she stood up to brush off her jeans, he mulled over her appearance. Her long, silky brown hair which he wanted to tuck away from her face, those eyes so sweet and innocent he wanted them from milk chocolate to dark, and her lips so pink, he wanted to make her breathless with each kiss he gave her. Her shoulders were small, her body petite and slender, her skin soft and creamy--she looked so elegant, and he wanted to make her a mess. He imagined tasting her candied skin, her small, perky breasts fitting perfectly in his hands, listening to her gasp and mewl lewdly while he ground against her. He wanted to grip her slender hips as he moved toward that delectable prize, lapping at the arousal pooling between--

"Sehun?" Haneul broke him out of his dirty reverie. "Are you alright? You've been staring at me like I'm some intruder..."

She had found him looking at her just behind his glass of whiskey, completely still, his eyes cold and piercing, and Sehun put down his glass, clearing his throat and turning his head to hide what little red had colored his cheeks. "Mianhamnida..." He apologized formally, his hand in a fist as he felt her looking at him with those doe eyes. Fuck, he thought, slightly frustrated. Don't look at me like that, Neullie... or I might just pounce on you right now. And he didn't want that, even if the girl before him held so much power over him.

To make sure that wouldn't, he stood from the couch and reached for something over one of the arms, pulling out the bag that had her dress, "I have something for you. But... I have to tell you why this is necessary. Come here, sit with me."

She hesitated slightly, afraid of the unnatural palpitations that would take over her heart if she was anywhere near him, but she knew she couldn't decline. Haneul closed the distance between them slowly, taking a seat beside him. "What is it you want to tell me?" She asked carefully, her hands gripping the edges of the couch.

"Well," Sehun began, running his fingers through his raven hair, brows furrowed. "Junmyeon hyung is holding a social gathering soon, and I was told to take you as my plus one. All of the crime syndicates will be attending..."

"A social gathering?" She parroted, not too thrilled about the idea nor being his plus one with all the other clans attending, but Junmyeon had a good reason, so she pressed forth, asking him once again. "Won't the FT Syndicate be there? They'll take the opportunity to kill me..."

"If they did, they would be starting a war with all of the clans," he explained, giving her an assuring smile. "If you're there, the syndicates will know you're alive and not to mess with the Cho Clan since your family's name still holds weight in the underworld. EXO will be demonstrating their power over FT and we will establish that you are under our protection and that we won't tolerate any assassination attempts and the like." He could tell by the look on her face that she was anxious. Her shoulders were tense and her grip on the couch wouldn't let up. Her eyes remained on the coffee table before them and he understood why. She would still be in harm's way even if she was being protected. "I understand you're scared," Sehun spoke, trying to appease her. "but I'll be right by your side the whole night. I'll protect you no matter what..."

"But will that be enough?" Haneul wondered, lifting her gaze to meet his dark one. "Who will protect you?"

The raven-haired hitman chuckled a bit, smirking, "Don't worry about me. I've been through worse and I'm still living. Right now, you're my top priority."

The brunette moved her hands toward her lap, clasping them gently, "I just don't you getting hurt trying to protect me."

"I won't, I promise," Sehun answered, looking over her side profile. "I'd teach you how to use a gun, but those pretty hands of yours shouldn't have blood on them. Those hands are meant to bring comfort."

Haneul gave him a soft chuckle, looking up at him with a smile. He sure has a way with words, she thought. "I also promise not to do anything reckless like last time. I won't want you to worry like that ever again."

"Really?" He tilted his head slightly, and then, swiftly, he moved closer to her, and Haneul couldn't pull back. Just like this morning, she was looking into his eyes again. She could smell his musky cologne and milk bubble tea, his large frame shadowing over her, and Sehun raised his hand, caressing her cheek.

"Sehun? What is--?" She tried, but he interrupted her.

"You always make me worry," he rasped, looking at her with such intensity, she felt like she was his target, and he would treat her like one--without mercy and with all of his ability. "You sure love to cause trouble for me, Neullie... I didn't know the innocent ones were the naughtiest."

"I--" She stammered, but she didn't pull away from him or protest to his close proximity and unlike this morning, her heart was beating so quickly, she was afraid it would burst in her chest.

"You broke that promise long before you made it," Sehun continued, his face inching closer, lips parting slightly. "Look at you, running away and making me come after you... you have no idea what it does to me."

"Sehun, I don't think..." She pressed her hands to his chest as if she was going to push him away, but the fact of the matter was, she didn't want to. Haneul wanted him to stay. She wanted him to come closer. "I..." She could feel his breath on her lips, her eyes becoming half-lidded, and without much thought, she was gripping the material of his buttondown.

"Easy on the goods, Princess," he smiled complacently when she fisted his shirt. He wanted her so bad. He wanted to hold her and kiss her, hear her breath go ragged as he worshipped her. She was becoming his whole world and he was afraid she would be a dream if he didn't kiss her right now. The bedroom would have to wait another time. "I'm not going anywhere," Sehun wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer until she molded into his frame perfectly. "and you're not either."

Haneul's eyelashes fluttered, her eyes closing, and she was about ready to meet him halfway. She wanted him to hold her like this. She wanted him to stay as close to her as possible, but that would be short-lived.

There was a vibration coming from the kitchen counter, and Haneul opened her eyes, stopping Sehun from coming closer and bringing her attention toward her phone. She was slightly disappointed that this had to end, and Sehun even more so. He groaned deeply, pulling away and pouring himself another glass of whiskey. "You should get that," he spoke coldly, and she gave him a slow nod, standing from her seat and fixing her shirt before making for the kitchen counter. Haneul was still flustered from that ordeal, grabbing her phone and finding Bella's number on the screen, and she brought it to her ear.

"Yeobosaeyo?"

"Neullie?!" Bella's voice came from the other side, her town quivering and frantic. "Please... can you get Sehun on the phone?! It's Taehyung!"

"What?" the girl asked, eyes wide with shock. Bella never called her sounding like this before. She suspected something had happened. "Is he hurt? Where is he?!"

"I--I don't know! Put Sehun on the phone, please!" She begged, and Haneul turned toward the couch once more, and he was still drinking.

"What's wrong?" He asked, and she handed him the phone, allowing him to talk to Bella.

"It's Taehyung," Haneul said. "I think something happened. Bella wants to speak with you."

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xiaojuxiyou · 4 years ago

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Ghost

Today is my birthday!!! And I share a birthday with Seventeen’s Jun. So to celebrate his birthday and mine, I came up with a little story. Happy Birthday to Jun!

Warnings: Be prepared for the Cringe

Genre: Supernatural, Mystery, little teasing

Word Count: 1500

Like Birth. Like Death. Like Life. Nothing is certain. On my 23rd birthday, I didn't expect to die. On the 3rd anniversary of my death, I didn't expect to meet him. I did not expect him bringing me back to life.

Humans think we wander around haunting places, scaring people. No. Like humans, we live day by day waiting for our time to come. When we get separated by birth. The few times when humans and ghosts meet happen by coincidence. Most times when that happens, humans don't know that we fall ill. After that no one knows what happens to us. Rumors are we disappear into thin air or get taken to another world worse than ours. I always wondered. Little did I know I would find out very soon.

"Happy Death Day!" I cheered, raising my glass up.

Jenna bumped mine with hers.

"Yay!" she shouted.

We chugged down our glasses of intoxication. Lightning struck followed by the booming thunder. I groaned, setting my cup down with a clunk.

"Why did it have to rain on my death day?" I complained, "I wanted to go out."

Jenna rolled her eyes and stared blankly at the table. A knock sounded at the door. Annoyed, I head to the door. With caution, I opened it just a crack peeking out. In front of me stood a tall man, ruffling his hair with his fingers, shaking his head to dry it. But that wasn’t what caught my attention. My eyes wandered lower, to the soaking wet shirt that hugged his body in all the best places. Through the thin white fabric, his perfectly toned abs could be seen. My mind went off to crazy places, thinking of all the things I could do. That was until he cleared his throat, bringing me back to reality.

"Yes?" I looked up catching his eyes.

"It's storming out here, may I come in to dry myself?" he tugged on his shirt, pulling it away from his stomach.

I gulped trying to hide my blushing cheeks. It was probably the effect of the alcohol getting to me, I wanted to touch him so much. Biting my lip, I opened the door moving aside to let him in.

"Thanks." his soft voice filled my ears, his sleeve brushed my arm, seducing me, "You're alone?"

Locking the door behind me, I turned to him in surprise at his words. In fact, I was alone now with no idea when Jenna left or why. This was dangerous, a man and woman alone in an abandoned house in the middle of a storm. Taking a deep breath, I went over to the closet and handed him a towel.

"The restroom is over there; you can dry yourself in there." I pointed to the restroom.

He went in and I heard the lock clicking. Only then did I remember the lock was broken. I held my nails against my cold ears, it was something I did when I felt stupid. Sitting on the edge of the table, facing directly to the restroom door, I stared at it. The heavy wind from outside blew through the restroom window, blowing the restroom door open just a crack. Enough for me to see.

His shirt hung on the rail, flowing in the wind. The towel in his hands, gently patting his hair to dry. His eyes closed as he turned toward me. Light reflected off his wet abdomen, highlighting his perfectly toned abs that looked like a bar of chocolate. Smooth delicious milk chocolate. How good would it taste on my lips?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" His sudden words startled me.

My body reacted in the most extra way ever, causing me to jump off the table and landing in front of him. My lips pressing onto his collarbone, my hands against his chest. The scent of him filled my nose. My heart jumped out of my chest, hearing his unsteady breathing as he froze in place. My hands fell lower, touching his milk chocolate abs. My eyes widened feeling his warmth.

"You..you're not..." I pushed him away in fear for my life.

I felt a rush of hotness flush through my body as I backed away. The fear of the unknown filled my thoughts. I didn't know what to expect, what was going to happen to me after this? Unlocking the door, I ran out, stumbling over the shoes. How was this possible? That a human can see me in such normal circumstances?

"Wait!" he ran after me, grabbing onto my wrist.

I looked to our hands. How is he holding onto me? I raised my head, staring into those gleaming dark eyes looking as sweet as pools of chocolate. They held onto mine for only a few seconds, but I was caught. Within seconds, I was willing to do everything for him.

"Go back inside, it's raining hard, you'll get sick." he pulled me back into the house.

Gaze sinking to the ground, I shut my eyes, whispering to myself,

"That's what will make me sick."

Picking up the towel that fell when he came after me, he threw it onto my head patting my hair to dry it. I looked up to see him looking down to me.

"I'm not going to hurt you, no need to be so afraid." he smiled, "I'm not a bad person."

That I could tell. But he doesn't know, I'm not even a person. I whined thinking to myself how he might react if he found out. Should I tell him?

"I'm Wen Junhui, you can call me Jun."

His lips look so delicious. My eyes watched as he spoke and smile.

"What's your name?"

"Haneul."

"Haneul." He repeated.

I loved the way the tip of his tongue lightly touched his top lip as he said my name. I loved how my name sounded coming from his lips.

"You're feeling a little warm." Jun placed the back of his hand onto my forehead.

He was hot, standing in front of me, shirtless.

"I don't give a shit that I don't even know you." I grabbed the waist of his pants, gently pulling him closer to me.

Heck, if I was going to die again, I might as well go without regrets. The towel in his hands dropped to the ground in response to our lips brushing ever so lightly. The wind swirled around us, the heavy raindrops drummed against the window, his heartbeat matching. His breath mingled with mine as he pulled me closer this time, his hand caressing the back of my neck. I giggled; I was ticklish. I was brought back to reality, once again. This is not supposed to happen.

"This is dangerous." I pulled away, a little too late.

Jun pushed me against the table in the next second.

"I want you." he held back, surprised at his own powerful desire that seemed to make no sense at all.

I could see the confusion in his eyes as he questioned himself, but eventually giving in. Those soft yummy lips pressed onto my collarbone, making me tremble.

"You don't understand." I tried fighting back my own desires, "I'm not human."

He paused, raising his head to stare into my soul.

"Then you must be an angel," Jun whispered, "why do I want you so bad? I don't understand."

Jun leaned in closer with his eyes closed. I brought my hands up to cover his cheeks, pushing him away.

"No, I'm a ghost..." I managed to blurt out before I felt his body give out on top of me.

His body over mine was so heavy, I had to muster up all my energy to push him aside. Catching my breath, I sat up before turning to him. He was completely unconscious, his body trembling. Turning him to face me, I could feel the heat from his body. He was burning up. Curling up into a ball, he mumbled unclear words.

"I told you this was dangerous," I covered his chest with the towel, "not just for me, but us both."

Moving away from him, I sat in the corner, curling into a ball as I stared at him in worry. It was all my fault that he was like this. What took over me? Tears began falling from my eyes feeling guilty about what I had done.

A current ran through my body and I felt my heart being pulled out of my chest. Sweat covered my body as I heaved. What’s happening to me? I felt hot. Needing the coldness, I ran out the door into the pouring rain that seemed to grow heavier by the minute. Wind howled through the rain like a wolf howling at the moon. Fire burned through my body. Screaming in pain, I ran faster, farther until the river below was in sight. Without a choice, I dove in. Everything went black. Is this what happens after death? Just nothing? Blackness?

#HappyJunday #Happy Birthday Jun #Seventeen #Seventeen Jun #kpop scenarios #Mystery #teasing #fanfiction #Supernatural

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jinkisbelly · 6 years ago

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Bring Us Home - Epilogue

Part 1 [x], Part 2 [x], Part 3 [x], Part 4 [x] Part 5 [x] Part 6 [x] Part 7 [x] Part 8 [x], Part 9[x], Part 10 [x] Part 11 [x] Part 12 [x] Part 13 [x] Part 14 [x] Part 15 [x]

Pairing: Jongyu

Rating: Pg

W/c: 3k. Whole story, about 42k

Summary: Through it all, they only wanted happiness and their family. Finally, they believed themselves to have found it, even if it was different than they had originally planned.

Jinki tugged Jonghyun back against him and smiled warmly when the smaller man wiggled a little to get comfy beside him. “What do you think the odds are in being able to sleep without a sprawling two-year-old tonight are?”

Jonghyun hummed, eyes already beginning to fall asleep. “Pretty slim.”

He softly moved his hand over Jonghyun’s tummy, nose against the base of his neck for a moment before he shifted so it was in his hair. The softness of the strands and the scent of him calming Jinki in a way, luring sleep over him. “I’ve been thinking.”

“About?”

“I think I’m ready for another.” Came Jinki’s soft confession a moment later.

Jonghyun moved slowly and carefully as he turned, for he didn’t want to hit Jinki’s nose with his head as he moved. Once settled he looked at Jinki with big, vulnerable eyes. His voice was soft and unsure, rolling off his lips in a nervous breath. “Really?”

“We’ve always used to talk about having another child after Gwiboon, but then everything happened and I felt like I wasn’t safe enough to be around Gwi… let alone a new infant. I’ve worked really hard to get a grasp on things, to be a resemblance of the man you decided to have children with, and I’d like to believe I’m there. I.. I want another Jonghyun.”

“Are you ready to deal with it all?” Jinki’s face fell for a moment, but Jonghyun was quick to smile and cup his cheek gently. “I have no doubt that you can handle having another child Babe, but the process to get Gwi was hard on us both. I’m worried about whether it’ll be too hard for you this time around with the added.. Symptoms.”

“I don’t want my PTSD to be the reason we don’t even try to have another.” Jinki bit his bottom lip for a moment before stating. “If you really think it’s a bad idea…”

“I think it’s a great idea.” Jonghyun quickly stated, voice raising in volume for a moment in his slight panic. “I’ll contact the place tomorrow.”

When Jinki let out a deep breath it was like he had been holding it the entire conversation. He softly grabbed Jonghyun’s wrist and brought his palm over so he could kiss it. “I’m not sure how having a baby is going to interact with my disorder now that Gwiboon is a lot older than when it happened, but… thank you for having a little confidence in me.”

Jonghyun wiggled up to be able to kiss him gently, foreheads pressed together and he smiled with a little laugh. “I have so much confidence in you, Babe. You’re still the strongest person I know. There’s no one else I’d want to have another child with.”

“I’m really happy you want another one too.” Jinki’s smile was so bright and light. “I’ve been thinking about it since Gwiboon’s second birthday.”

“To think, sometime in the future we’ll have another.” Jonghyun laid his head against Jinki’s chest, arms wrapping around each other. “I miss Gwi being a baby. She’s growing so quickly Babe.”

“I know,” Jinki whispered, the sound of their ceiling fan clicking as it spun above them. “Before we know it, it’ll be time for preschool and then kindergarten.”

“You stop that right now, Mister,” Jonghyun grumbled cutely causing Jinki to laugh quietly. “I’m really proud of you Jinki.”

“For what?”

“This last year and some. You’ve worked so hard and I don’t tell you enough how proud I am of you.”

Jinki’s voice was caught in his throat as Jonghyun’s arms tightened around him. He pressed a kiss to Jonghyun’s hair, eyes fluttering closed. His voice cracked a little when he spoke. “What did I say about saying stuff like that?”

“It makes you emotional.” Came the man’s muffled voice, cheek squished against Jinki’s chest.

“Well stop it,” Jinki said with a little laugh. “I have a meeting tomorrow I don’t need puffy eyes.”

“Goodnight, I love you.”

Jinki hummed quietly, sleep already tugging at him. “Goodnight my love.”

They slept peacefully until about 3 am when they felt a little someone tugging on their blankets to be helped up. As always, Gwiboon curled up between them, taking up way more space than she should be able to.

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17 months later

Jinki was ringing his hands over and over, his nerves increasing the more time they were waiting. Sungkyu was in her doctor’s appointment, waiting for the results of the pregnancy test to see if their embryo stuck. When Jonghyun’s own covered his the nervous tick stopped for a moment as he looked over at his husband. “Whatever happens, know we’ll get our other baby eventually.”

“I know.. I just-” Jinki closed his eyes as he took a deep breath, counting backward to ten to relax. “I just really want it to be this time. We waited almost five years for Gwiboon.”

Gently, Jonghyun pressed a kiss to Jinki’s cheek before laying his head on his shoulder, holding his hands between his own. “I have a really good feeling about this one.”

Just as he was going to comment, the doors were opened and the Doctor waved them in. “Come. Sungkyu thought you’d want to see this.”

Jonghyun and Jinki shared a look quickly before pushing off the bench. Gwiboon was at Grandma Kim’s, who had called them shortly before to check in as usual. As they followed the doctor they were led into the ultrasound room. Sungkyu smiled brightly as they came into view. She was comfy in the seat, shirt up a little to uncover her mid-drift, and her hands were clasped just under her chest. Jinki was the first to speak. “Does this mean that it stuck?”

“Why don’t we get started and see how the baby is doing hmm?” The Doctor softly suggested. At his words Jinki’s hand slipped down to curl around Jonghyun’s, feeling relieved when the man gave him little frequent squeezes. The gel was spread along her lower abdomen, a warning of it could be cold was given, and then after a few moments, the picture appeared. The picture wasn’t much, for the Baby wasn’t that far along yet, looking more like a lima bean than a human. “It seems your embryo stuck very nicely. She’s about 8 weeks along.”

Jonghyun quietly asked, “Can we.. get a few pictures please?”

“Of course.” The Doctor smiled as the gel was wiped off. “I’ll see you at your next visit, Sungkyu.” Then their attention fell on the two men almost in tears. “Congratulations.”

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Six months later

Getting the call that Sungkyu was in labor a month early had Jinki twisting his fingers into his shirt, foot shaking nervously the entire drive to the hospital. Gwiboon had been late, so much so that their surrogate had to be induced. The pregnancy for Haneul had been one without complications, and though Jonghyun had been told by the hospital staff that their son was healthy and the month shouldn’t cause many troubles, both of them were worried. It had been close to thirteen hours since they got the call, two since they had been asked to leave the room once she was in active labor. Jonghyun reached over, gently stopping him from twisting his fingers in his shirt, and squeezing his hand. His head was on Jinki’s shoulder, but it lifted to look up at him with a smile. “They are going to be okay.”

When Jinki smiled, he hoped it passed as comforting, “I know.”

But as usual, Jonghyun saw right through it, pressing a kiss to Jinki’s cheek. “Trust me, Babe.”

And then the door opened. There was a nurse coming toward them and in her arms was a small wiggly bundle. At once Jinki was standing, before freezing, looking between the nurse and Jonghyun. His husband laughed quietly, touching his lower back in comfort and support as he moved past him toward the nurse. The woman smiled, offering the newborn to Jonghyun. “6lbs, 7 oz. He’s healthy.”

“And Sungkyu?” Jinki quietly asked.

“She’s resting.” The nurse bowed her head. “Someone will come to take him from you for a few more tests. Until then, enjoy your time with your son.”

When she turned to leave Jinki hesitantly stepped beside him, hand lifting to oh so gently to touch the babe’s head. Jonghyun softly smiled, “You won’t hurt him, Babe.”

“I.. I know.” He breathed in deeply, exhaling as he felt the softness of Haneul’s head full of hair and the warm of him as he rubbed his cheek against his blanket. “He’s smaller than Gwiboon was.”

“He is.”

“Maybe he took after you.”

Jonghyun glared, “Hey.”

Jinki pressed a kiss to his temple, hand skimming off his back and around his waist, “I can’t wait to take him home.”

“Me either, Babe. Here, hold him for a moment.”

“I- Jonghyun,” But Haneul was being laid in his arms before he could protest more and instantly he relaxed. He mumbled as he ran a finger over Haneul’s softly curled fist. “So.. tiny.”

He chuckled deeply, “You already have mentioned that.”

“Bite me.”

“Can do.”

“Oh do shut up, Baby.” But the words were soft and without malice. Jinki found his way back to their prior seats, holding Haneul close and rubbing his cheek. Jonghyun returned to sit next to him, playing with the tiny foot that had escaped the swaddle of the blanket. There was still a little ink under his toes, making Jonghyun smile as he wiped it off with the wipes he always had on him since he had Gwiboon.

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Gwiboon looked up from her spot on the floor playing with her legos when she heard someone coming into the room. Once she was certain it was just her Daddy and her little brother, she resumed trying to fit the two pieces in her hands together. Well, that was until she noticed that Haneul was in her spot, curled up on her Daddy’s tummy as they laid on the couch. Frowning, she pushed up onto her feet and made her way over to the couch, gently touching his shoulder. His head turned, a soft smile on his face as he lifted his hand to run a hand over her hair. “Yes, Pumpkin?”

“He’s in my spot.”

“What, sweetie?”

“Hannie, he’s in my spot.”

“Oh.” Jinki smiled, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. “Can’t you share with your baby brother, Pumpkin?”

“No.” She pouted deeply. “That’s mine.”

“Climb up here then, be mindful of him.” Carefully she climbed up by his legs, moving to lay between him and the couch, and laying her head on his chest. “Are you sure you can’t share?”

“Yes.” She huffed, softly poking her brother’s ear. “He took it.”

Jinki kissed her hair, moving his right hand to hold Haneul and shifting his left to wrap around Gwiboon. Soon both children were asleep, and even as Jonghyun stepped into the room from his shower, neither woke up. He smiled from the back of the armchair he was leaning onto, “Do you need me to take one of them?”

“No,” Jinki smiled, looking completely relaxed. “I’m very content.”

Careful not to wake the two kids up Jonghyun walked over and gently kissed Jinki, fingers skimming over his jaw as he moved just a little to better accommodate him. “I’ll go start dinner. I love you.”

“I love you too Baby.”

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Everything around him was blurred, fuzzy around the edges, and he couldn’t pinpoint a focal point. The television was on, but the sound from it was distant as if it was a few rooms away and not a just a couple of feet from him. He had to find Gwiboon. She was gone, he didn’t know where she was, but they had her. They had to have her. He heard quick footsteps approaching, but he didn’t acknowledge them. He had to find Gwiboon.

-----

“Daddy I’m right here.”

Jonghyun looked between Gwiboon and Jinki and his heart broke. In a quick movement, he grabbed Gwiboon as she rushed toward her Daddy, taking her into her room quickly. He kissed her hair, smiling comfortingly. “Stay here, Baby. I’ll be back.”

“What’s wrong with Daddy?” She softly asked, tears forming in her little eyes.

“He’s sick Baby. I have to go help him, okay?” She nodded quietly, sniffling, before climbing into her bed and hugging her stuffed otter to her chest. He knew another episode would occur, of course, it was, even with their schedule and his treatment plan, it wasn’t a cure. He had just hoped it never happened until they had explained things to Gwiboon, but some things, like many in their lives as of recent, were out of their control. No matter how much they wished them to be.

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After some time Jinki relaxed. He was sitting on the couch, head in his hands, as his fingers flexed around his glass of water Jonghyun had brought him. “Take all the time you need, Babe. I have to go check on Gwiboon. She saw you.”

Jinki rose his hand, eyes wide and panicked, but his voice was so soft and weak. “She… witnessed my episode?”

“Oh Sweet.” Jonghyun cupped his cheek, thumb moving to wipe the tear that had fallen. “You couldn’t have helped it.”

His eyes fluttered shut, a deep breath taken as he leaned into the touch before his eyes opened again. “I think it’s time.”

“Time?”

“To tell her. To explain.” Jinki shook his head, pushing up from the couch by his hands on his knees. “She must be terrified of me.”

“Jinki that’s not-” But Jinki looked at him with such sad eyes and it stopped Jonghyun’s voice in his tracks. He disappeared down the hall. After a few moments, Jonghyun followed, to find Jinki stopped in front of Gwiboon’s bedroom door. “I can do this if you feel it’s too difficult for you.”

“It must come from me.” Jinki huffed quietly, before stepping into the room. Gwiboon looked up from the floor, her avengers action figures falling from where she held them. “Pumpkin, can Daddy speak with you?”

“Are you better Daddy?”

He flashed a little smile, nervous. “For now. Will you come sit with me on the bed?”

She stood up, placing her toys on the floor and climbed up beside him. “Why are you sick?”

“That’s a long story Pumpkin, but it’s time for you to know it, if you wish.” When she smiled up at him, his heart ached slightly and he looked over to where he knew Jonghyun to be. He got a smile in return and it was the courage he needed to continue. Looking back at Gwiboon, he’s reminded by the way she’s gazing up at him and the way she sits is so much like Jonghyun. “When you were littler something bad happened to Daddy. It gave me the scar on my tummy and scars in my head too.”

“In your head?”

“Yes, Pumpkin. Sometimes I’m reminded of that time and my mind takes me back. It takes me a minute to get back to the present fully.” He wets his lips, hands shaking slightly. “I’m really sorry I scared you earlier Sweetie.”

“M’fine.” She mumbled, eyes lowering.

“No, it’s not Pumpkin. I’m your Father. You should never be afraid of me.” He held out his hand, palm up, and warmth filled him as both of hers rested there, one curling around his thumb. “I love you, Gwi. You know that, right?”

“I do.” She smiled then, pigtails moving softly against her shoulders. “What happened Daddy?”

The question is such a simple one, but it makes Jinki’s heart drop. He thought he was prepared to tell her, but now with the opportunity to do just that, he couldn’t figure out how to. Jonghyun had stepped further into the room, fully prepared to take over now, but softly Jinki lifts his hand. He was right. It had to come from him. “You’ll have to forgive me Pumpkin, this is a little hard for me.”

She scoots over then, keeping his hand in her lap, and Jinki wonders how much the young girl had seen with how much she resembled Jonghyun comforting him. “It’s okay Daddy. You can go slow.”

With a shuddered breath he curses softly in his mind, knowing he’s failing to keep his emotions in check. “You were just a baby. I had taken you to go grocery shopping and some bad men took us away. They demanded your Papa to do some things to get us back. In the end, I was hurt really badly protecting you and your Papa.”

He didn’t know he was crying until she was climbing into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and softly saying, “Love you, Daddy,” And the soft sob left his lips.

He felt the bed dip and Jonghyun’s arms embracing them. Jinki received a kiss to his hair and a softly whispered, “You did well.” Too quiet for their daughter to hear.

----

They would never have their exact lives back again, they knew, but this life wasn’t so bad. Their little girl would start Kindergarten in a few weeks, just before her fifth birthday. Haneul would be one come December, their little baby growing way too quickly for either of their likings. Jinki still had his moments, triggers slipping through, but he worked hard to have the control he had over his mental illness. They understood it wouldn’t and couldn’t be cured, but it was manageable, and Jinki knew now that no matter what he’d always have Jonghyun on his side.

The sun was low in the sky, Gwiboon jumping into the pool and giggling each time filled the calm air with glee. Jinki was holding Haneul, laughing every so often when the babe squealed each time his head was dipped back into the water. “Do you like that, Sweetie?”

Haneul smacked his hands on the water, splashing Jinki in the face softly. Jonghyun slowly shifted his gaze to the other half of his family from Gwiboon. He fondly looked at the way Jinki laughed as Haneul wiggled his chubby legs. Today was the first-day Jinki was swimming without a shirt on, his scar clearing visible on his abdomen. Jonghyun had almost cried seeing him walk out without one on. It was then Jinki’s gaze met his own, a smile curving on his lips. “Are you happy, Babe?”

Seeing the way Jinki’s face softened, eyes forming crescents as his smile widened. “I am, Baby. I am.”

That’s all that mattered. They found happiness through everything and they still had each other. That’s what was most important.

#jongyu #onjong #shinee #jonghyun #onew #jinki #bring us home au

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jkfortunekookies · 7 years ago

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BITE ME!

Fanart made by @fetus-jungkook / @ohneul-eun (Do not edit/ Repost) : My amazing friend Haneul made this fanart for my story. Please support her art . She’s really talented.

Genre : Vampire au!,Fluff,romance,comedy,implied-smut, implicit/explicit language,sexual innuendos Pairing: Jungkook x reader Length: 12 258 words

Summary : Jungkook, a softhearted player who’s majoring in the Earth sciences, finds himself oddly getting attracted to a strange girl who’s attending the same University as him. Her purity is what attracted him, but what if she was something far more dangerous than what he thought?

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You sighed for the third time as you saw him making his way to you. You knew him too well and his tendency to never leave you alone. Whether it was on campus or even at work, he always had his way to find your whereabouts. Why was he so obsessed with you? He somehow always had the indecency to follow you just to nag you about anything. Stalker, perhaps? Even a stalker wouldn’t be as annoying as him. Hell, even stalkers weren’t as specialized as him when it came to finding where you were.

This time, he managed to find you through a crowd, in a club. God only knows how he always knew where you were. It was as if he had a GPS stuck onto you 24/7. You could call him a stalker but the term stalker might have been a bit too much to describe the relationship you shared. At least stalkers make sure to not get noticed when they follow someone, but he, on the contrary, tried everything to get your attention. You always gave him a reason to end up following you.

You roll your eyes as you feel his presence right next to you. His toned back leaning against the wall in his usual stylish way. A hint of his masculine cologne hit your nostrils right away as the scent of his apple flavored hair conditioner hit you right in the feels. You might have hated him, but you were addicted to his scent, that was for sure.

You didn’t have to turn around to be already aware of the fact that he was wearing that black leather jacket he was so obsessed with. The peculiar scent of leather mixed with the manly scent of his aftershave only made shivers run down your spine. His raven luscious hair, looking so soft, you caught yourself fantasizing about raking your fingers through it. His dark piercing orbs, always ready to make your knees weaken at their gorgeous sight. You knew he was eyeing you up and down. It wasn’t long before every nerve on your body felt threatened when he suddenly opened his mouth to shout something you weren’t expecting.

“OH SWEET PAPRIKA. WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH THAT OUTFIT?!” His manly voice rang in your ears

You hold onto your heart for mental support after hearing the unusual sound of his masculine voice, being so loud. It wasn’t long before the boy made his following comment.

“Did you dig through my grandmother’s outfits before showing up at the club? What the F*ck, are you wearing? This is a CRIME AGAINST FASHION” His eyes rounded

You restrain yourself from punching his perfect face as you snap your head around to stare at him with that perplexed gaze. The fact that he was shouting at you made no sense. You were ready to take your claws out and fight him and his humongous Jeon Cena body built. His hair was disgustingly perfect as it usually was. Revealing that shining forehead that you hated so much.

“Oh, hi Jungkook, How are you, Jungkook? I’m doing very good, Jungkook, Thank you Jungkook.” you replied sarcastically “This is how people start off a conversation, you son of a worthless plant” you scoffed

The boy let out a small chuckle as he almost scoffed at your response. Even the way he chuckled had an effect on you. It made those foreign vibrations run through your veins.

“Yeah, nature gave birth to me. I’m so organic, anyone would want me inside their bodies” Jungkook replied, giving you his infamous smirk

“Look at you going” you stared at him in disgust “I can’t believe you’re majoring in earth sciences” you shake your head “That’s not even the point! Why are you doing here, again? Can you please take a hint and stop following me like a stalker, I’m tired of seeing you everywhere I go”

“You wish I had that much free time” he scoffed “As if I have anything better to do than to spend time bonding with a boring girl who dresses like my old aunt Clara” he rolled his eyes “ Even aunt Clara dresses better than you, at least she’s 65 and she actually had a husband” he eyed you in an arrogant manner

“Then, why do you always happen to be somewhere around me? I wouldn’t even be surprised to find you in my closet, after finding you here”

“Look here woman, the club is my place to hang out. You’re the one who isn’t supposed to be here. The last time I recalled, you were the one who refused going out after 10 pm for god knows why” he rolled his eyes “ Maybe you finally got your wakeup call and realized that the fun really starts after 11 pm? So stop trying to paint me into something I’m not. I may have had a lot of girls but I don’t chase random women. Especially not if they’re you. So for the record, you’re the one who’s stalking me. Mother Nature is watching and she knows it.”

“I hate you and your green ways to paint my accusations” you glare at him

“Why do you hate the nature so much?” he quirks up a brow “Don’t hate on the beautiful green beings! What did they ever do to you?”

“I wonder if you like the nature because it provides you all the drugs you’ve been consuming”

“Might as well move to Canada if I really wanted that” he commented “I only eat vitamins, for your information and they’re really helpful. At least I don’t look like I’m on verge of a midlife crisis like you are.”

“What about all the girls you slept with? I bet that had something to do with nature as well.” You smirked back at him

“Of course it does, it’s called sexual intercourse, and it happens when two individuals feel sexually attracted to each other and want to get rid of their urges and frustrations, but I guess you don’t know how sex works either?” he stared at his glass of wine “No matter how you perceive it, everything has to do with nature and beautiful green beings”

“Whoa, so you had a kink for Shrek all this time” you chuckled “ I never thought you’d be into bestiality, Jungkook”

“The only beast here is me and you know why” he winked at you

“Oh … so your dick is green?” you cringed your face before staring at his crotch area “Is it because you’ve been eating so many vegetables? Or because you f*cked too many girls majoring in earth sciences? Oh wait, I have a better one!” you gasped “Is it because you f*cked too many girls in the wild forest?”

He froze a few seconds, eyes glued to you before slowly bringing up his gigantic palms together to clap in celebration at your cleverness. You were a very straightforward specimen, as he’d usually call you, and he seemed to love your responses to his acts.

“Brilliant! Y/N, you never fail to impress me with your amazing theories” he chuckled before his facial expression became serious again “Of course, what a clever way to say it. My dick is ORGANIC” he emphasizes the word before grabbing his drink and swirling the cup with his fingers

“I pray day and night for this planet to be saved and you’re going to pollute it with your dick” you pout while staring at the shiny floor

“You must really want my dick” He chuckled, harboring his sexiest grin

Can grins be sexy? Was there such a thing? Could it even exist? Jungkook, the earth sciences Major God could make anything come true. You gulped on your saliva as you heard those words easily leave his sinful lips. This man was the definition of sinning behind an innocent façade. He seemed so innocent at first sight, yet he was fooling everyone with his sweet smiles. He was the kind of kid who smiled while cursing. As if cussing wasn’t already much, Jungkook had a history of several issues surrounding women and other doubtful happenings that made you want to stay away from him.

There was a reason why you were alone in a club, dressed like Jungkook’s grand aunt Clara, in the first place. Jungkook never failed to make you choke on your breath with his flirty yet naughty comebacks. The boy was so despicable and cocky that you wanted to smack his face with his own dick.

“You wish anyone would want your wrinkly overused dick” you rolled your eyes

“Overused? Did you mean experienced perhaps? My dick knows its way to the right spot” he raised his infamous brow “You wish I could hit that spot” he shot you a side smirk before chugging down his cocktail

You hit your fist on your chest in response as you felt the heat invading your cheeks. It wasn’t the drinks that were making you feel that way, nor was it Jungkook’s sexual comments. Anyone would have had failed to notice it, but Jungkook’s body warmth and bloodstream were what caused you to heat up. His sexual comments weren’t helpful either. The real question here: how could you feel his warmth in the first place?

You slowly grazed your sharp canine over your bottom lip, before you caught yourself in the act. Your fangs were started to slowly appear as they usually did around this hour of the night.

F*ck! Why am I such a klutz?! What if he noticed my teeth! you scolded yourself

“Are you blushing? You’re so cute.” he chuckled “I was obviously messing around to get a reaction, seems like it worked pretty well” he clicked his tongue

“The day you hit that spot is the day I’ll hit your face” you glare at him before turning your body to the other side

“Why are you so serious?” he nudged your arm with his warm bicep

“D-Don’t touch me!” you grabbed your hair to hide the bottom of your face, to avoid any form of eye contact between him and your fangs

“Relax, grandma! I’m not the kind of guy who bites on the first date. Not that this is even a date but a coincidental meeting.” He gave you an adorable smile “Now that I’m here, I might just as well give you some advice as your best wingman.”

“Wingman?” you raised a brow

“I’m an angel after all” Jungkook nodded to himself

“You mean Seagull” you laughed at your own joke “Baby, you’re still from Busan, no matter how much you try to deny it”

“I never denied I was from Busan. Seagulls ARE SEXY AND ORGANIC!” He replied in a sassy tone “and how did you know I like it when girls call me baby?” he raised a brow “Did some research perhaps? Because you love me” he clicked his tongue playfully

“In your wildest dreams,” you laughed heartlessly “As if I’d ever spare a glance at you or be interested in you”

“Ouch, was that your way to shatter my confidence in three seconds? Because it almost worked” he clenched his hand against his chest

“Aww, is Jungkookie hurting?” you said in a childish tone “Need a kiss and a hug to heal your wounds too? What a good boy you are!”

“Well, maybe I do feel hurt from time to time, just like everyone else and sex can’t solve everything” he muttered under his breath in a sad tone

“What?” you blinked as you caught on what he said

“I was just saying…” he cleared his throat before faking an excuse “I love kisses and hugs. Just like you said it, I slept with everyone after all!” He replied sarcastically “You’re always right, grandma” he nudged your arm

“You’re so full of yourself. Organic Boy” you stare at him from the corner of your eyes

“ Yeah, maybe I really am” he kept his act on “Or maybe I’m not full of myself and I’m just stating facts” Jungkook replied seductively “I have the face of an angel, but I’m called the Lucifer of temptation in bed.”

The word Temptation set you off guard as you felt your lips pulsating with desire. Jungkook fanned himself with his phone as he made a comment about feeling too hot. You stared at him as he slowly removed his jacket, exposing his arms. His toned biceps were perfectly on your radar. You almost licked your bottom lip.

“I rock very hard in bed, for your information” he nodded to himself “Organic things are good for energy” he winked at you, trying to mask his previous heartbroken words

“Too much information, Jungkook” you cringed your face “Why, can’t we have a normal conversation without having you talking about your sex life every second?” you internally fanned yourself

“Because you’re not getting laid and I enjoy rubbing in your face how enjoyable sex can be” he nodded

“Wow, how mature Jungkook” you clapped your hands “Well sorry to disappoint you, sir, but I don’t feel the need to get laid”

“Well, that’s tragic.” Jungkook eyes rounded

“Thirsty much?” you tilted your head to stare at him

Thirsty my butt, I’m the one who’s craving every inch of him, you internally screamed as you felt his amazing scent spread around you again

“Planning to become a nun anytime soon?” he commented

“Yeah, I’d rather become a nun and pray God to exterminate you from this earth” you nodded

“You’re so mean” he pouted as you choked internally, watching his pink delicious lips jut out cutely “I wonder how it’d be to get laid with a nun though?” he tapped his chin

“JUNGKOOK” you slap his arm “For the love of Jesus, can you stop talking about getting laid” you rolled your eyes trying to fight the temptation

The fact that this specific human was tempting into the wrong at such a late hour of the night - when you were on the verge to transform - was making this Friday a hundred times worse. You tried your best to avoid Jungkook at all costs, but there was no way out of this mess. Once Jungkook targets you, he sticks to you.

“What?! “ his eyes rounded “ I’m trying to tell you that it’s not late for you to get some, even if you become a nun” he adds “ I’m always down to f*ck in a church If you want to roll that way”

“What an unholy son of a bitch” your jaw dropped ten floors down

“I was always that way” he smiles at you “Doing it in a church sounds pretty interesting though” he nods

“YOU’RE INSANE” you cup your mouth

“Not as insane as your outfit” He stares at your knit sweater “Look at me Grandma, this is a club, not a place where you meet your friends to play bingo”

“Why are you so concerned about my fashion anyway?” you scowl “I could wear a trash bag if I want to and it still won’t be of your business”

“You dress like a homeless man at school and you dress like a grandma, at the club” Jungkook sighed “Girl, I’m saying this for your benefit. Why are you hiding all of your best assets?”

If all jokes were to be put aside, Jungkook was indeed very right. The assets, or should we say the unrealistic glistering smooth skin you were hiding under those ten layers of clothes, were a way to avoid the sun. You even took those special red pills every morning to ensure that you wouldn’t vanish into thin air while attending morning classes. Living in the human world was a challenge you were willing to take, and it was the same reason as to why you always stayed away from people. The fear of being discovered and treated like a monster was your biggest weakness.

“There’s no assets to hide, jerk”

“Oh~ I get it” he nodded “You want to keep them hidden so that I can be the only one to see them” he replied with a proud look on his face but it wasn’t long before he felt your hand slap the back of his perfectly round head “ OUCH!!” he squeaked

You unconsciously cover your chest in protection

“Stop perving on a girl you just called grandma AND TELL ME WHY YOU’RE HERE” you glared “I hate your face”

“My face is too handsome for you to handle?” he ran his tongue across his teeth in a sexy manner

His indecent tongue made you swirl your own tongue inside your mouth and poke your cheek from the inside. An act that boys usually do when they’re jealous, but it had a different meaning when you did it.

You tried avoiding his face at all costs. You could smell his addictive scent every time he took a breath or a sip of his drink as you tried fighting against the temptation. Your biggest problem was your transformation. The transformation would usually take from two to three hours as you’d be in your full form after the clock hits 12:00. It was as sad as Cinderella’s story, yet the difference was that you weren’t a poor girl dressed as a princess, you were a monster hiding behind an innocent face.

“Ew, SIR. Keep that tongue in your mouth” you replied nonchalantly

Jungkook stared at you for a few seconds before shrugging his shoulders and rubbing his temples in frustration at the view of your outfit

“Why did you even come here in the first place if you’re not planning to dance or to get laid” he adjusted his black leather jacket on his sturdy body “I’m giving you advice as a good friend” he lowered his face to whisper in your face “You need to take advantage of this situation and expand that circle of friends.”

You blinked frantically as his breath hit your philtrum. You pressed your palm against his chest to keep a safe distance between your bodies, which was a huge mistake on your part. You could clearly feel each and every beat pulsating from his heart. Jungkook’s heart’s pace was so calming yet fueling you up with temptation. You could feel his blood so well and you could only imagine how amazing he could taste. He had that rare addictive scent that you never smelled anywhere. This was also the main reason why you always tried to avoid him.

“I’m not here to make friends.”

“Then what are you here for?” he grabs your cold wrist with his warm fingers but you wasted no time to slap his hand away “Damn girl, you’re so cold” he furrowed his brows and you panicked at his comment “You always hurt my little heart” he pouted as you felt relief hit you. He wasn’t referring to your body temperature after all.

“I came here to have an anti-social night and drink on my own” you crossed your arms over your chest

“Sounds very pitiful” Jungkook replied in a disappointed tone

“Why would you do such a thing to yourself? You have a healthy body! You should be jumping around and dancing like everyone else, yet you prefer to drown yourself in alcohol.” He grabbed your shoulders “Do you really want to die as a virgin old lady who owns 13 cats?!”

“There’s nothing bad about owning cats” you frowned at him “I have three cats at home for your information!”

“Oh, saint mother of the holy Jesus Christ.” Jungkook put his hands in a praying motion “Please help me save this child from the grandma abyss”

“No need to dramatize” you rolled your eyes, “I think you should pray to prevent your future aids”

“There’s that thing called protection” he scowled “But I guess that you never even saw a condom in your entire life”

“And who said that I was virgin?” you smirk back at him

“W-What? You’re not?” His jaw dropped as he gulped on his saliva “You’re telling me that some guy other than me, saw the potential in that body that you’re hiding under twelve layers?!”Jungkook stared at your ponytail and the frame of your nerdy glasses in fascination

If the truth was to be told, Jungkook may have been the f*ck boy who had girls at his feet but the main reason why he was spending so much time with you, was because he wanted to help you make more friends. The vibe you gave off compared to the previous girls he met was different. The boy grew attached to you as you tried pushing him away. He was curious about you. Maybe you weren’t like these other girls who only perceived them as a way to relieve their sexual desires. Maybe you could somehow like him for who he really was? The boy may have had given off the f*ck boy vibes you wanted to avoid at all costs, but what if he had a deeper side? What if he wasn’t the player everyone perceived him to be? What if he was seeking for love, just like everyone else?

He naturally grew fond of you as you naturally hung out around school. Not because he liked you, but because he wanted to help you. Well, that’s what he liked to pretend.

“Shocked?” you chuckled soullessly

“Who’s the bastar—uhm… I mean GUY!” he coughed

“Is it that important?” you sighed

“EXCUSE YOU, BUT it’s SUPER MEGA EXTREMELY IMPORTANT!” he scoffed “I ABSOLUTELY NEED TO KNOW WHAT KIND OF DUDE TOOK AWAY VIRGIN MARY’S FIRST TIME!!! It’s something I need to know f-for science p-p-purposes …” he coughed

“Science? Are you going to integrate that shit in your future master thesis as well?” you chuckled “but Wow, Jungkook” you giggled at him and he felt his breath hitch at the tone of your girly laugh “You’re so gullible” you tapped his nose “You almost believed me”

Jungkook blinked nervously as he felt the cold tip of your index brushing against his warm nose. He never initiated any physical contact with you and this was probably the most skin to skin contact you ever initiated towards him. The sudden thrilling feeling of having your skin brush against his own made him fantasize about how it’d feel to have you in his arms. Your purity was what got to him in the first place. He was intrigued and he knew that you were hiding something.

Playboy or not, Jungkook was still vulnerable under your fingers. You might have been unaware of it, but you had Jungkook wrapped around your little finger.

“O-Oh, so you’re still v-virgin?” he gulped on his saliva

“Why are you stuttering” you chuckled

“I’m not stuttering! Pfttt” his eyes rounded in panic “and you’re out of your mind if you thought I believed your stupid lie” he rolled his eyes “You never got laid and THAT’S A FACT. I’M A SEX EXPERT” he coughed

“Sure, Sex expert who got an organic dick” you put your fingers in a quotation manner

The boy cleared his throat before striking his usual handsome pose to regain his confidence. He was a panty dropper, yet you had your ways to make him lose it momentarily. He always wanted to get a positive reaction out of you, yet you always rejected him and his organic dick. If truth was to be said, you were his new challenge.

“What about you? Does sleeping with every attractive girl you find on campus, really makes you happy?” you stare into his deep eyes

“O-Of course, I-I mean… any guy would kill to be in my position” Jungkook stuttered

“Or maybe you’re just lying to yourself?” you tilted your head

“Or maybe it’s just not of your business” you replied sternly

“Sure, then stop asking about me then” you frowned

“I can’t do such a thing” he stared at his shoes

“Why? Jungkook, I don’t get what’s your deal? You always try digging through my secrets, but when I get curious about you, it’s suddenly a completely different story!” you furrow your brows “Just tell me the truth”

“What if I actually cared about you? Would that answer your question?”

“You know as well as I know, that this option is scientifically impossible.” You avoided his eyes

“And why not?” he furrowed his brows

“You’re not the kind of guy who’d care about someone like me. You’re just blinded by the idea of entertaining yourself by annoying me” you rolled your eyes

“I’m not that heartless” he sighed “You’re having the wrong idea about me. I’m way more complicated than what you think” he sipped on his wine “

“Of course Jungkook, you’re as complicated as a girl.” You cracked a smile

“I’m amazing” he nodded “That’s more like it”

“And arrogant as well” you chuckled

“Confidence, we call it” Jungkook scowled

“It still doesn’t explain why you’re here” you stared at him

The boy suppressed a slight groan at your avidity to keep on asking him the same question since he showed up. Why didn’t you enjoy his presence? That was what always rubbed him the wrong way. He was wanted by all girls after all. How was it that you weren’t giving in to his seduction?

“To cut to the chase” he sighed before running a hand through his luscious dark hair “I heard somewhere, that you apparently have the hugest crush on that weird senior guy” he swirled his cocktail cup in his long fingers “What was his name, again? Oh yeah!” he snapped his fingers “Jung Hoseok from the Arts department” a satisfied smirk was stamped on his perfect face

You cursed as you almost choked on your drink and died on the spot at his sudden comment. No one was aware of your crush on Hoseok except your best friend Jenna. It was a one-sided crush that was meant to fade away with time and be forgotten. Jungkook always had his way to dig into information and find out some stuff that no one knew.

“F*ck, don’t tell me that Jenna told you” you raised a brow

Jenna, your one and only friend who actually knew about your real identity, simply because she was the same as you. That one friend who grew up with you, who witnessed you biting your first victim, the one who drinks blood from cherry juice boxes, just like you do. The one who buys Wine and alternate the actual wine to blood, because she thinks it’s bloody smart.

“Yeah spilled the beans after I teased her “Jungkook leaned his back on the wall in a handsome manner

It took you a few seconds to proceed the information through your brain before you understood the situation.

“D-Did you--” your jaw dropped “YOU GOT LAID WITH MY BEST FRIEND?!”

Jungkook coughed before tapping on his chest as he stared at you in puzzlement

“Laid is a big word!” Jungkook furrowed his brows

“Says the guy who f*cks a different girl every other day” you whisper to yourself

“What was that?!” Jungkook scoffed “My organic dick didn’t get near her if that’s what you want to know” he cupped your chin in his long fingers

“Organic? “You scoffed “What the f*ck is organic about your small dick? Can it feed plants? Can it save the planet? You must really love the environment a whole lot, or maybe you love your dick too much? I can’t believe you keep on calling your dick organic” you shook your head “Can we stop talking about dicks, please?!” you facepalmed

“I didn’t get laid with your friend” Jungkook smiled “In fact, I hooked her up with one of my friends and she told me right away. Maybe you should make new loyal friends, like me for instance”

“You wish” you smiled at him sarcastically “I’d rather not hear your sexual adventures every second of my life”

“I’m a sex god who’s majoring in Earth sciences” he swirls a strand of your hair in his fingers sensually “Maybe I can rock your world and we can create a new universe together”

“Oh my lord, you even flirt with your friends?” your jaw dropped “I hate plants” you glare at him “I hate you as well”

“Why do you hate the nature so much? Let nature do its natural process” he stared at you “Mother Nature created you for all the right reasons. You may not look like a yummy snack at the time we’re talking, but we can work on that and turn you into something sexy. Just like caterpillars turn into butterflies!”

“Why do you always have to turn into a smartass whenever I complain? Don’t you get it, Jeon Jungkook! I hate plants and vegetables” you stick out your tongue in disgust

Being a vampire, the one thing you despised the most were fruits and vegetables, the two things that you had to pretend to eat to make your entire existence more real to humans. After all, not eating would make them suspect your identity. Therefore you hated broccoli and green plants, they’d always get stuck in between your teeth and especially on your sharp fangs. You weren’t digging the whole environmental thing as it always reminded you of these awful things you had to eat when you didn’t have your daily reserve of blood in storage.

“You’re such a stingy little brat” Jungkook scoffed “Eat your vegetables to grow” he messes up your hair on purpose with his large hand

“Vegetables failed me” you commented “AND I HATE THEM” you sighed

“They failed you?” Jungkook blinked “I don’t see where they could fail you if you actually gave them a chance”

“Look Jungkook, I’m not pro-vegetarian like you are and I LOVE MEAT” you stared at him

“Yeah sure, I can understand that you like to bite onto that piece of meat” Jungkook chuckled sexily before sipping on his drink

“I-I mean, Vegetables are just not my thing” you blinked, trying to regain your cool even though you were cold enough to make Jungkook shiver if he was under your touch

“I noticed that” he raised a brow

Your eyes rounded as you felt your fangs suddenly sharpening and becoming pointier. It was only a matter of time before your eyes would change colors and your skin would start taking that shiny form it took after midnight. You stared at your watch before gulping on your saliva. 10:50 pm. it was only a matter of minutes before your true form would take over.

“I’m leaving soon” you get up from your seat

“Sit back down, baby” Jungkook grabbed your wrist “We’re not done here”

You scowled at his way to hold you back. You never asked for this life, nor did you ever asked for these vampire-like instincts to take over your body and obey the owner of the blood you craved for.

“I thought you didn’t want me to remain here and drown in alcohol, Jungkook” you stared at him “I’m actually following your advice”

“Stay a little bit with me, will you?” He caressed your wrist through the fabric that was separating you and him

“Ugh… Sure” you growled “But why do I have to stay with you?!Why am I following your orders” you sighed “I have other things to do”

“Because you love me” he poked your cheek

“D-don’t poke my face” you glare before slapping his hand away

“So stingy” Jungkook stuck out his tongue “It’s not like I tried pulling you into a kiss” he stared at the ceiling

“I’d like to see you try” you almost smirked as your vampire thirst was slowly showing up

Jungkook was awakening all of those unwanted feels through your body. Your metamorphosis was to be delayed for the night as you tried your hardest to remain in your human form, yet something about Jungkook, made you feel this sudden heat rushing through your veins. You were indeed cold as ice, but Jungkook made your body temperature rise as if you were slowly transitioning into a human, which made no sense.

Jungkook made you feel human. The fact that your transformation was happening around the same time as you were talking with jungkook, made the heat fight the cold. You were about to turn into a thirsty beast in an hour yet Jungkook was triggering all of those pulsations through your cold veins. Your vampire form was battling the fake human form you were in.

Something about Jungkook was so alluring and so seductive, that even you, as a vampire, could feel it very well. You wanted to see him try. Your inner beast wanted him to make a move yet you didn’t want to admit it to yourself. You probably wanted him to pull you into a kiss, but you knew that pressing his warm lips against your cold ones, would make your true form would take over you. This was simply how it worked for vampires. Sensuality and temptation were what made vampires awaken and take their real form.

“Pardon?” Jungkook’s eyes rounded in response

“Uhm, no nothing” you nodded

“You’d like to watch me try?” Jungkook quirked up his infamous brow

“I was just joking, Organic boy” you rolled your eyes “Calm your dick for three seconds. Are you going to keep on acting like a hormonal brat?” you scoffed

“You just gave me an invitation” Jungkook stared at you “Do you expect me to ignore an open invitation like this one?” he slowly leaned closer to you

“You better not come near me!” you pointed at him with your shaky finger

“But I want to be near you” Jungkook pouted cutely as he raked a hand through his black raven luscious hair

You could smell his amazing aroma from the way he just ran a hand through his hair, you were killing yourself to keep your fangs from showing. The way he was jutting out his juicy red bottom lip only triggered up desire through your body. Your body was aching to firmly press your lips to his delicious ones. Jungkook smelled like a delicious midnight treat that you could easily bite in an instant.

This asshole!!Why did he shower with stupid apple scented shampoo?!!! I HATE HIM A2$$%$^#$^@$@

You firmly clenched your fists to not let your wildness take over you.

“Stop pouting you dumb idiot!” you replied

“I wanted a kiss” Jungkook kicked the ground cutely

“STOP ACTING CUTE!”

“But you just promised me a kiss” he gently tugged on your sleeve, giving you his puppy eyes

“I did NOT PROMISE YOU ANYTHING!”

“Come on Y/N! This isn’t fair play! You tempted me. You started the game by saying you wanted to see me try” he stepped an inch closer to your face

“I was just talking” you push his forehead with your knuckles “I wasn’t serious”

“Ah” Jungkook stepped back obviously disappointed by your response “I was looking forward to knowing how the lips of an untouched girl felt like.” He sighed in a heartbroken manner “I thought…maybe a little bit of purity could tame the bad side of me”

Purity?! Is he talking about me? I’m the danger here and you’re the victim here, Jeon Jungkook.

“Such a perverted bastard…but so f*cking poetic that I can’t even argue” you shook your head in disbelief “You really have an evil agenda where you know to say the right things in the right moments, don’t you?” you raised a brow

“My first girlfriend was older than me, so she kissed a few guys before I happened” jungkook played with his thumbs “ And the girls I hooked up with, were not that… pure either” he lowers his head in shame “ I always wondered how it could feel to be lov-- n-no! I mean…how it could feel to kiss an angel” his shiny eyes gaze into yours

“Don’t sugarcoat it, Jeon” you frowned “I know you’re trying to be seductive and it’s oddly working, but I don’t want to get involved with you like this” your cheeks turn a crimson red

“And why not?” his eyes softened “Am I that dangerous for you? I’m probably not worth the risk to give up your purity” he sipped on his wine “Wise decision. Rare, you are, but your decisions never fail to make me want you more than I did before”

“You don’t want me, Jungkook, stop being delusional! You just called me grandma earlier” you rolled your eyes “All you want is the idea of purity and it’s blinding you. What if I’m not what you think? “

“The idea of purity comes to life when it’s you… that’s why. It’s not the fact that you’re untouched, it’s your genuine personality that makes it seem that way. You’re selfless and you don’t care about what anyone else thinks.”

You soften at his sweet words. What if he was different? What if Jungkook really wanted to be a nice guy to you? Your only answer to these questions would be to avoid him. If Jungkook really did like you, then you had to protect him from your real self at all costs. Pushing him away was your one and only option.

“Maybe you just want to taint my lips, just like you did with your other hook-ups” you added

“I wouldn’t taint them! My LIPS ARE ORGANIC! ” He crossed his arms over his chest “It’d be extremely beneficial for you to kiss me!”

You facepalmed for the nth time as you heard Jungkook’s favorite word again. Organic

Oh, sweet lord…should I just bite him and leave him to die on campus? Sounds like an AMAZING IDEA.

“Yeah, so organic, you’d probably kiss your own self if you could.” You pretended to barf

“Not to brag, but I’m apparently as good kisser” the boy winked at you “I’m sure your first kiss wouldn’t go to waste with lips like mine”

“But who said my lips were untouched?” you stared back at him

Jungkook’s jaw dropped again for a few second at the scandalizing thought of imagining you kissing another man. It wasn’t long before he collected his thoughts and was ready to attack you again.

You looked at him with a perplexed gaze as he narrowed his eyes at you, by analyzing your lips. It wasn’t long before his thoughts were exposed.

“Look here, Virgin Mary, I won’t believe your lies a second-time” Jungkook pointed at you “your lips are as virgin as the olive oil Jin hyung bought last night”

“Did you just compare me to olive oil?” you raise a skeptical brow

“Yeah, because Olive oil is organ—“ he replied but you cut him off

“Organic” you mimicked him

“Exactly! Now you’re starting to sound like a decent girl “he nodded proudly before taking advantage of your dazed state to make a move “Can we get over this and kiss now?” he slides his manly hand near your waist to pull your bodies closer

“There’s NO F*CKING WAY WE’RE KISSING” you pushed his chest

“A kiss on the cheek then!” Jungkook pleaded

“Good lord! Jungkook PLEASE BEHAVE!”

“I wanted some love” he glared at you “Forget it, I’ll go Tell Jung Hoseok that you want him in your pants”

“You better get the f*ck back here” you grab him by his collar “I don’t even like him that way” you rolled your eyes “I just thought he was sexy! That’s all!” you gulp on your saliva

“In other words, you wanted the D” Jungkook nodded

“I DID NOT!”

“She wanted the D” Jungkook nodded again “What a sad life” he sighed “Being deprived of the D as a college student at such a young age, what a poor unfortunate soul” he patted your shoulder “Too bad Hoseok’s dick isn’t that organ—“

“I might AS WELL BITE OFF YOUR DICK IF YOU SAY THE WORD ORGANIC AGAIN!” you throw your fist next to his face

“Damn, feisty” he chuckled sexily “This is getting wilder by the second you’re talking” his manly hold slides back onto your waist to firmly press your body against his “… and I’m getting into it.”

Your body melt against Jungkook’s firm holds on your sensitive waist. You could feel the thirst and the desperation slowly growing through your icy veins. Jungkook’s body was hot, to begin with, and you could feel it from far away, yet this time you could feel the heat through his body, precisely through your chest pressed against his. His heart was racing at a faster pace and you could feel his hormones playing with his level of temptation. Jungkook badly wanted you because of his delusion of kissing an untainted girl and you knew it too well. You had enough strength to push him off and bruise his face for approaching you like this, yet your own body was weakening under his touch. You liked the way he was holding you.

“Don’t t-t-touch me you perverted asshole!” you try to pry his hand from your waist, but there was nothing you could, as it was one of your weakest spots.

Jungkook smiled as he noticed the way you were defying him once again. He was relieved to hear you denying this kiss once again. It confirmed his belief. You weren’t like these other girls who only wanted him for his body. All of this was his way to get a reaction from you. The boy would never force himself on a lady and was simply acting like he was about to kiss you, to make you flustered. He knew your attraction towards him as your friend Jenna might have spilled the beans during their latest conversation.

His other hand takes a hold of your chin as he tilts your face up with his warm masculine fingers

“I’d like to see what kind of deal is hiding behind these twelve layers” he stared at your lips while alternating and staring into your eyes “What kind of beast is hiding in there, huh? Baby girl?” his sweet smile suddenly turned into a side smirk

The boy licks his bottom lip and you feel your fangs poking against the inside of your cheek. Your eyes round as you feel your transformation being quicker than it usually is. Jungkook was tempting you and you were being lured by the impossible amount of sensual pheromones Jungkook’s hormones were sending you. Sure, he was the one to be turned on, but it directly had an effect on your thirst, since his hormones were changing his blood’s usual composition. Jungkook’s blood was slowly making its aroma yummier by the second he’d be aroused over you.

“J-Jeon J-J-Jungkook” you slightly pushed his chest away from yours as you licked your bottom lip

“Did you call my name, baby girl?” he tilted your chin again to get your attention

“No Jungkook, this is not happening” you turned your face to the other side

Jungkook smiled as he let you go of his hold on you.

“And I’m relieved it didn’t” he smiled cutely

“W-What?” you stuttered

“It means you’re different” his soft eyes gazed into yours “You wouldn’t jump on my advances to get a piece of me like everyone else does… that’s what I mean.”

“How does that make me any different?” you blink as you recall awfully wanting a piece of him

You stepped back at the contact of his skin on yours once again. Jungkook was triggering your inner vampire to come out sooner than it usually would. You quickly grabbed the extra pill you had in your pocket.

The boy stepped back from you with a very confused gaze as he watched you. His hand dropped from your waist and his eyes were now focused on the red pill you just took out of your pocket.

“What is that? Y/N?” he furrowed his brows “don’t tell me...”

“What?” you blinked innocently before popping it into your mouth

His eyes round in panic as he watches you gulping down your martini along with your pill

“DID YOU JUST EAT PILLS WHILE SIPPING ALCOHOL?!” he shouted “Are you f*cking insane!” he grabs your wrist “What the f*ck is wrong with you?!”

“Whoa there! Why are you shouting” you throw your palm over his lips “What if they kick us out?!”

“Are you a dumb idiot?! Taking medicine while drinking alcohol?!” he replies angrily “Do you want to kill yourself?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

“Kill myself?” you tilted your head

I can’t die, even if I wanted to…But do humans die from this?

“You dumb piece of shit” he buried his face in his hands

“Uhm, excuse me?!” you frowned “Did you just called me a piece of shit?! You son of a--” you attempt to hit his head again but he blocks your hand by wrapping his fingers around your wrist

“You better spit it out right now” he stared at you “There’s no way I’m watching your ass die”

“I can’t spit it out even if I wanted to” you replied

“What if you die?! What am I supposed to do then…?” Jungkook whispered under his breath “We’re going to the hospital.” He grabs your arm

“Hey!!! Where are you dragging me?! There’s no way I’m going to a hospital!” you pushed him away as you were afraid to get discovered

Why are humans so damn sensitive to everything? Can’t they chill for a bit? This kid is way too nervous for nothing *sighs* let’s comfort his ass a little bit.

“These pills aren’t harmful when they’re combined with alcohol!” you blurt out an excuse to make him calm down but the latter doesn’t respond and you suddenly feel the guilt eating you up “H-Hey” you poke his arm “Jungkook…”

“You f*cking idiot. YOU SHOULD’VE TOLD ME THIS INFORMATION A THOUSAND YEARS AGO INSTEAD OF MAKING ME FREAK OUT” he snapped at you

“Look here Organic Boy, you get to have control over your emotions. Don’t blame your outbursts on me” you stare at him

“This girl, I swear to god” he facepalms before sighing and acting like your parent “What kind of pills are those?! Y/N! Don’t tell me you’re taking drugs”

“Calm down” you punched his arm and he winced in pain “O-Oh sorry, did I hurt you?” you blinked before patting his arm

“Y-yeah a little” he rubbed on his bicep painfully “But that’s some amazing strength you got there! I want to try wrestling you one of these times”

“Trust me, you’d rather not try this with me” you chuckled sarcastically

“Is this a challenge?” his competitive side was surfacing again

“No, Jungkook, It’s not a challenge, can we please talk about something else now?”

“Don’t change topics! What was that weird red pill?!”

You paused and choked on your words after this deadly question was thrown at you. Jungkook was a straightforward man and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“I-I-It’s… uhm…I-I...”

“Are you on the pill?” Jungkook stared at you

Pill? Well yeah, I’m taking pills…? Let’s just say yes and maybe he’ll leave us alone.

“Y-Yeah” you nodded with a very skeptical look on your face

You didn’t know what Jungkook meant by being on the pill, but you thought it was the safest way to get out of this noisy situation. Vampires didn’t have periods or menstrual cycles after all, and moving to the human world barely 2 years ago, wasn’t long enough for you to figure out how women in this world survived.

“O-Oh s-so you’re really on the pill” Jungkook blushed at your response

“Why are you blushing?” you could feel the beast inside you raging at his masculine sensual pheromones calling you.

“I wasn’t blushing” he cleared his throat “I was just taken aback because you don’t seem that way.”

“Yeah?” you raised a brow

“Why are you on the pill though? Is it because you’re seeing someone?” he kicked the ground with his shoes

What is he talking about? Seeing someone? Well Yes, I take those pills because I see humans every day and I don’t want them to discover that I’m a vampire.

“Well, yes? I mean, why I would take them if it wasn’t for that?” you stared at him “I’m seeing you right now” you raised a brow

“You’re seeing me?!” Jungkook’s jaw dropped “You’re taking them for me?!” he felt his heart drop out of his chest

“Why do you seem so nervous? Did I say something wrong?” you blinked as you could feel his heart race accelerating

F*ck, why is he so damn nervous, now I’m getting hungry!#@#$@%@ why must his blood smell so damn delicious

“L-Let me sit for a few seconds, I feel very flustered right now” He moistens his bottom lip nervously

You let the boy breath a few times as he sits on the nearest chair.

“Y-Y/N?! Are you for real? You’ve been taking pills because of me?” Jungkook’s breath hitched at the thought of you taking contraceptive pills in case he’d get intimate with you

“Uhm…not necessarily just for you, but for people in general” you nodded awkwardly

Jungkook felt panic invade his body as he heard your last few words.

“For people in GENERAL?!!!” Jungkook shouted “Y/N, What did you get yourself into?!” he grabbed your shoulders “Is it because you don’t have enough to pay off college?!” His soft eyes laid upon your neutral ones before he pulled you on his sturdy chest, where you had your face buried in his good scent. You could feel his heart racing frantically as his masculine scent was invading your senses, making you slowly drunk in ecstasy “Don’t do those things!! I’ll pay for you! Please don’t sell yourself for college!” he ran his long fingers through your soft hair as he held you tightly in his arms.

So delicious, you lick your bottom lip as you could hear his bloodstream and his heart, f*ck, this is not the moment to be lured by temptation! The pills won’t have an effect for that long, and they’ll only delay the transformation! Better find a way to keep him away from me.

“Selling myself?” You slowly pushed his chest before staring at his eyes “How does that work?”

“Don’t say anything” he pulls your body closer in his embrace before muttering a few words in your ears “Is that why your skin is always so cold? You don’t even have a heater at home! And you wear a thousand layers because you feel cold, right?” Jungkook separated your bodies as guilt was taking over him “I was such an asshole for criticizing you over your clothes all this time, I’m such a jerk, I’m so sorry” he buried his face in his hands

“Jungkook, come on, don’t cry like a maiden and get over it!” you rolled your eyes before patting his well-endowed arm

“I just made fun of the poor without being aware of your situation Y/N! This is not a matter to shrug off easily!”

I’m not even poor in the first place, but yeah… let’s leave him confused as he is already. It’s better to make him believe that I’m broke rather than make him discover that I’m a monster.

“Oh please, drama queen, get over it! I’m not offended, nor am I feeling hurt!” you ruffled his luscious hair “I may hate plants, but I believe that you’re not that bad”

“You may have cold hands, but you have such a warm heart for accepting my apology” he grabbed your fingers in his large palm

You gulped on your saliva at his sweet words. Jungkook was a known to be a playboy and you knew that his comment wasn’t being flirty but sincere this time. His warm hands and personality might be the reason why your cold heart was slowly melting for the past few weeks. You sure felt different when he was around you, but the events of this night were bound to make you look at him differently.

“Is that another lame pick up line” you rolled your eyes “Maybe I should just leave you to rot in the club and go back home?” you nodded to yourself as you were about to walk away

“H-hey! Let’s go together”

“Why do we need to go together?” you scowl “Are you planning to follow me to my place or something?” you reply

“Why? You want me to drop by your place?” he smirks

“Not in a million years” you sighed

“But on a more serious note! Please, keep me company! That’s what friends do in those moments” he walks next to you

“Why me?” you crouch your shoulders

“Why do you hate me so much?!” Jungkook stomped his foot “I have girls lining up, do you realize that I could be somewhere else, with a hot girl yet I sacrificed my Friday night to be a good friend!”

“What an egocentric piece of shit” you chuckled soullessly “Then go find your hot girl”

“Nah, I prefer spending this night examining you” he gives you that lopsided smile

“You’d rather not “you point at him

“Now that you say it, I’m curious” he comments “You don’t live on campus like the other students?”

“You’re being very fishy and disturbingly creepy Right now, Jeon Jungkook. You know that?”

“W-what?” the word Offended was written all over his forehead “Creepy? FISHY?! ME?!”

“Yeah” you burst out into a fit of giggles

“ I rarely ask girls where they live, but I was asking because I thought you might want me to walk you back home because we are friends!, but I GUESS WE CAN FORGET ABOUT IT, since I’m CREEPY” he glared at you “ I feel hurt, right here” he points at his heart like a lovesick fool

“Come on Jungkook, grow a pair, I was just teasing you” you smile

“My heart can’t handle you” he pouts

“Was this meant to be a cute pickup line?” you raised a brow “You’re working your way there, I see improvement “you give him a thumbs up

“O-Oh?” he blushed taken aback “I-It wasn’t a pickup line though” he muttered under his breath

“Idiot” you chuckled “You’re still not stopping by my place” you tapped his nose

“Why the f*ck not?” he frowned

“Who would want to drop by Virgin Mary’s place on a Friday night? Definitely not you” you commented

“I beg to differ. I want to see those three cats you own” he nudged your arm

More like 2 cats and a hybrid asshole called Park Jimin

“Yeah, well maybe another time” you smiled awkwardly

“Okay, okay” he stepped back “I just wanted to stop by and talk a little more with you, because my friends are out of town tonight, so I felt a little lonely” he sighed

Why is he acting so cute?! I just want to punch him for making me so weak.

“Mother nature should’ve thought twice before creating humans like you” you rubbed your temples “Well, I don’t live alone either, so if we’re bothering the other tenant, you’re kicked out right away, okay?” you flicked his forehead

“R-Really? I can drop by?” Jungkook’s eyes lit up

It wasn’t long before your phone started vibrating in your pocket. You hushed Jungkook as you grabbed the phone and stared at the screen for a few seconds before realizing that your hybrid probably transformed again.

Back to his human form, huh? I thought he turned into a cat every twelve hours, why is it lasting longer?

“Hey, are you coming back tonight?” Jimin mewed on the other line

“Chimney” you replied, “Is everything fine with your body changes?”

“Body changes?” Jungkook gasped from the side

“Everything is under control, apart from the fact that Jenna just showed up earlier. Can you tell your annoying friend to stop petting me?! I’m a hybrid, every time she flips me around and rubs my tummy, I feel like dying! Those are my abs she’s touching!” Jimin whined on the other line

“Is it that time of the year again” your eyes rounded

“Well no, but look! I never asked to be a cat with a human mentality” Jimin sighed “What about you, honey? How was your day?” he purred

“Don’t honey me, you pussycat” you rolled your eyes

“Did you find a yummy treat? Or am I the one getting bitten again? Just a reminder that I’m your cat. You should be loving me not the other way around” Jimin commented

“You should be happy I’m not kicking you out! Two cats were enough, why did you had to show up and look like a homeless little bastard” you sighed

“Because my old tenant flipped her shit out when she learned I could talk” he replied “You see, I’m not judging you for being a vamp and you’re not judging me for being a hybrid. This is what we call cohabitation”

“Not really since I pay for everything”

“You get to be blessed with my presence though! Buy me some milk and tuna on your way back, kitten” he mewed “But baby, is there a boy with you?” Jimin commented “Tall, black hair and handsome eyes?”

“How the f*ck do you—“

“My ears are amazing. I suggest you hang up now because I swore I just heard him mutter the words: is she really not on drugs?”

“What?” you turned around to stare at Jungkook “I’m not on drugs!”

“How did you even hear me” Jungkook blinked

Jungkook became more and more perplexed as your conversation went on

“ I’ll be deserting the place to go woo a few kittens tonight, who knows, maybe I’ll find my match made in heaven?” he replied dreamily “ Take advantage of that time to properly lure him and bite him, I’m sure he’ll love it”

“Are you INSANE?!”

“Not insane, just stating facts. As a hybrid, I can tell you that humans find unusual things quite thrilling, which is why I was excited when I learned you were a vamp”

“But that’s not the same thing! You’re a cat!” you whispered

“Whether I’m a cat or not, men are still the same, no matter what’s their nature” you could almost feel his smirk through the phone “They will bite onto what they think is sexy”

“Bite?!” you blinked furiously as you eyed Jungkook and his delicious looking figure “I might as well take a bite first. I f*cking hate you, you know that?”

“Oh~ Have I awoken the inner beast?” Jimin giggles on the other line

“Should I castrate you later?” you reply in a threatening tone

“Castrate who?!” Jungkook blinked furiously “Damn Y/N, who are you talking with?!”

“N-No one” you stuttered “I’m hanging up now” you hung up on Jimin

“Perhaps your boyfriend?” Jungkook raised a brow as you exited the club venue “Not that I believe you have one”

“Very funny, Jeon Jungkook” you glared at him “It was my cat” your eyes round as you realize your honest reply

“Your cat?” Jungkook titled his head “Are you sure you’re not on drugs?”

“I-I meant, m-my friend Jenna! She said she would be out of town tonight” you blink “Don’t ask more questions” you put your index over his lips

“I won’t, geez, why are being so mysterious?” he gently removed your finger from his lips “and why are your hands are so cold?” he stared at your soft hand before interlacing his hand to yours

“W-What are you doing?”

“Maybe you can warm up to me, like this?” he grabbed your interlaced hands and shoved them in his jacket’s pocket

“W-Why are you acting like this? It’s not like we’re an item of anything” you blushed

“Well, maybe I want us to be an item” he replied shyly

“Or maybe you’re out of your mind” you removed your hand from his hold

“And Maybe you’re just avoiding the truth, Y/N” he stood in front of you

“What truth? The truth where you learn who I really am and you feel disgusted? I don’t want any of that, Jungkook.” you paused in front of your house’s door

“Why would I be disgusted? You’re by far the only genuine girl I encountered in this stupid university. You’re the only girl who didn’t throw herself at me when I asked her for a kiss. No, you’re the only girl who openly admitted not wanting me for her personal gain!”

“You won’t understand even if I tried explaining it to you. I’m not what you think I am” you stared at the door

“And what exactly are you? Why are you so afraid of telling me the truth?”

“I-I just can’t tell you” you turned your back to him as you opened the front door of your apartment before blocking him from getting inside “ J-Just go away”

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on!” he blocked the door “I would never think you’re disgusting nor would I ever turn my back on you, no matter what it is about”

“That’s what you believe you would do, but I know well enough that people like you aren’t like that” you stared at him “Just leave before it’s too late” you stared at your watch.

“What is it? Are you going to transform like Cinderella before midnight? I’m sure it can’t be that bad. Why can’t you trust me?”

“It’s not you, Jungkook! It’s me! I can’t trust myself.” You stare at the ground as your fangs were slowly growing

“Why would you be afraid of being true to me? I trust you so please trust yourself” he gently grabbed your wrist

“I can’t, Jungkook. I’m dangerous for you and y-you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into” you yanked your wrist away from him “Just please, stay away from me. I don’t want you to get hurt”

“I won’t get hurt Y/N. I trust you”

“JUST GO AWAY”

“I came this far. I’m going inside and I’m going to see what’s going on, no matter what it takes. Try stopping me later, but I’m not backing away from you. ” He pushed you inside your apartment before closing the door behind both of you

“W-why did you do it”

You bury your face in your hands as you sense your transformation taking place. Your eyes turning from their usual color to a dark wine tone of seduction, your hair turning into long and shiny locks of beauty, your lips turning red just like your eyes, your skin glistening like a rare diamond and your teeth turning into fangs.

Jungkook’s eyes rounded as he watched your transformation. The boy was in awe, unable to process the situation. You looked unreal and so beautiful, he could not close his mouth. Never had he ever thought being so intrigued and excited about a vampire. You made him vulnerable and weak for you. If he previously liked you, then his feelings got confirmed after seeing your true self, as he felt like it was love at first sight.

“Whoa…” he blinked “Is this a dream? Or am I just going insane?” he rubbed his eyes “Never have I ever seen anything as beautiful as you” he walked closer to you “This is what you wanted to hide from me?! Are you insane? How dare you shield such beauty from me?!” he grabbed your wrist, locking eyes with your sensual ones

“Oh please, spare me the dialogue, Jungkook. I know you only think I look hot.” you sighed

“Feeling attracted is an understatement. I think I fell in love.” His mesmerized eyes stared into your wine colored orbs

“Y-You’re being delusional, Jungkook” you yanked your wrist away from him “I’m a disgusting beast” you buried your face in your hands “I could hurt you”

“Disgusting? You?” he stared at your skin in amazement, gently touching your soft locks “You’re the reason why I can’t focus on anything right now, yet you call yourself disgusting? Y/N, are you insane? I’m here, having a midlife crisis over how amazing this transformation was and you’re calling yourself disgusting?” he grabbed your hand once again “You wouldn’t hurt me and I’m not afraid of you, okay? Please have a little faith in yourself. You look stunning and I’m the only disgusting one here because I can’t help but drool because of your ethereal beauty”

“Just face it, I’m a monster” you hid your face in your palms again “Please don’t look at me”

“Hey” Jungkook grabbed your wrists “Don’t say that!”

“Go away!” You try pushing him away “You don’t know what you’re getting into!”

“You’re actually...” he bit on his bottom lips “Kind of… sexy”

“Jungkook?!” you scoffed “Is this a f*cking joke?! You’re locked in a room with a monster and those are the first words you mutter?!”

“But you’re not a monster” he replies “You’re my friend Y/N and you look��” he licks on his bottom lip “I can’t believe that you were hiding these goodies under twelve layers! I feel hurt now!” he tries easing the mood “You should’ve had shared the goods with me!”

“Jungkook please” you facepalm “I have fangs and I drink blood to survive! Can’t you understand that this is getting dangerous?!”

“So what? Who gives a flying f*ck about your fangs and your shiny skin?!” he grabbed your wrists “They’re what make you into the girl you are, and they make you beautiful”

“N-No they’re not!” You hung your head low “They’re what turn me into a monster”

“Look at me” he tilts up your chin “Girls are all different. Some are thin, some are curvy, some are fair, some are darker, and some are short, some are tall….and you?” he stares at you in adoration “ You just happen to have a little extra, and I like that” he caresses your upper lip to reveal your fangs “You’re beautiful, okay? Never let anyone tell you otherwise”

“You’re just trying to make me feel better”

“No I’m not” he slides his warm soft fingers on your arms “Your supernatural shiny skin is gorgeous and you shine like a diamond! I never thought I’d say that b-but… I kind of dig this kind of thing. Your fangs are the sexiest thing I ever saw on a girl before!” he stuttered shyly

“You’re such a weird guy, organic boy” you shake your head in disbelief “Anyone would have thrown garlic at me at this point and you’re still here trying to convince me that I’m beautiful?”

“Then those people are the biggest idiots on this planet.” Jungkook chuckled “They’re idiots, for passing a chance to be friends with a cool girl like you” he brushed his thumb on the side of your cheek “Your eyes are so gorgeous”

“S-Stop” you replied shyly

“They’re dark red, my favorite color” he whispered against your ear “It’d be sexy if you had a pair of matching lingerie to go with these tempting orbs of yours” he leaned closer to your face “ Girls usually wear red lipstick to attract, but your eyes alone, can kill all other girls.”

“Yeah Jungkook” You nodded “My eyes can kill people, I’m a monster” you sighed “Just leave before I kill you as well”

“Why do you keep on labeling yourself as dangerous? Stop saying that” he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear “You’re perfect the way you are and I…I will keep on liking you even if you’re different” his ears turned a shade of red

“You like me?” stared at him from the corner of his eyes “As if this thing couldn’t get any worse” you stood up “You can’t like me, Jungkook. This isn’t right! Just like you always talk about natural processes and Mother Nature. This is against the law of nature. Therefore, we must stay away from each other, Organic boy”

“Well for the first time in my life, I don’t feel like following nature’s law. You always hated my knowledge of earth science and I always loved calling you out for hating it, simply because I wanted you to spare a glance at me. Now that we’re here, I could care less. All I want is you”

“This isn’t some sort of game, Jeon Jungkook” you frowned “This could really get dangerous and the last thing I’d like, is to hurt you by accident”

“Aw, look at you being all sweet and caring towards me” Jungkook smiled sweetly, “You’re adorable, Y/N. That’s all there is.” He stepped closer to you

“I drink blood, Jungkook. Why can’t it get through your head? Did you let your brain cells die or something?!”

“First of all, my brain cells can’t function around you because you’re so damn ethereal I can’t focus. Second of all, I trust you and you should probably do the same.”

“I’m just a monster. When will you get it?” you hid your face in your palms

“Hey, little monster” he poked your waist and you hissed at his soft touch on your waist “Did you just hiss at me?” he chuckled

You felt your cheeks turning red in embarrassment at your sudden protective mode. Jungkook was having the time of his life and you just wanted to crawl and hide somewhere in a corner.

“What kind of vampire hisses cutely like you do? It’s confirmed, you’re no vamp, you’re a cute kitten” he nuzzles his cute nose in the crook of your soft neck

Jungkook nuzzles the crook of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You were a vampire, yet the boy managed to make you feel things you never felt before. You were cold, yet you were feeling shivers on your skin.

“Maybe I’ll be the one biting you for the rest of the night” he licked your ear

“B-Bite m-m-me?” You stammered as his hot breath was near your ears “W-why are you so warm?!” You flinch at the feeling of his wet tongue against your sensitive ear “This is getting so weird” you suddenly sit up

Jungkook’s predatory acts were making you surrender. The boy had his own ways to make you forget that you were dangerous to him. His presence and love were reassuring.

“What?”

“I’m feeling very weird right now” you cup your cheeks

“That’s just how humans do it, sweetie” you could feel him smirk next to your ear

“You lick people’s ears?” you suddenly slide your cold fingers on Jungkook’s biceps “This is how humans seduce their mates?” you furrowed your brows in utter confusion

“You’re such a curious one, aren’t you?” Jungkook let out a breathy chuckle “It feels like I got myself a new pet or something” he chuckled as he sensed your glare before regaining his cool

“A new pet? Should I crush your balls too?” You smiled sarcastically

“Or maybe not. I was joking, obviously” he blinked nervously “J-Just tell me what’s wrong with kissing your ears?”

“Humans are weird” you furrow your brows at the new sensation

“How do you guys do it then?” Jungkook raised a brow

“We bite the neck” you blinked innocently

“Then why don’t you bite me?” Jungkook cupped your cheek

The need to seduce and the satisfaction to have Jungkook at your mercy would take over you. Vampires would seduce the prey they like and suck them off, as racy as it sounds, the sucking part is a bit more horrid than the word humans use it for. You’d suck off his blood and Jungkook would either be stuck to be your prey-mate, or stuck to transform into a vampire just like you. As much as the options sounded delicious in your perspective, you still didn’t want to involve Jungkook in your matters. Jungkook was a cheerful bright young man and there was no way you were going to take his youth away from him by transforming him or keeping him as your mate for the rest of his life.

“I-I can’t possibly do that! What if I end up killing you?!” you shouted

“Relax, I trust you” he landed a kiss on your shoulder “Don’t you want a sip of me?” he raised a seductive brow

“I’d rather smack your face all night long” you rolled your eyes

“Oh, I like it when you talk dirty, Y/N” he replied sarcastically

“Shut up, Organic boy” you rolled your eyes “Unless you want us to get laid in a coffin, I suggest you remain silent”

“I said I was okay with doing it in a church, not in a coffin!!” His eyes rounded “Vampires are on another level.” He blinked as he stared at you one last time “How about we take things, slow? I don’t feel like having sex in a coffin” he made a meme face

“Awww, Organic boy is scared?”

“What’s next, a threesome with a bat? Yeah, sounds like something vampires would do” Jungkook blinked “Please tell me I’m wrong” he shivered “No, please tell me you’re not into threesomes that involve bats” he faked a sob against your shoulder

“You’re hilarious” you laughed “Let’s just sleep, Jungkook.”

“Please tell me we’re not sleeping in a coffin?!” he scowled “What am I getting into?” he stared at his surroundings “The kind of things I do for love” he sighed one last time before staring at you in adoration “but she’s worth it”

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Love at First Bite - Witch. (Kyungsoo, pt. 4) [Chronicles of the Wolf series]

Enjoy~

"He doesn't look it, but he is one of the most playful members of the pack. How those two work is beyond me." Kyungsoo shook his head, leading you further down the hall.

"Are any of the other couples problematic as well?" You couldn't help but to ask- the dynamics of a mated couple intrigued you.

"Hmmm...well, there is Kris and Bom, for starters." Kyungsoo answered after a while of thinking. That didn't surprise you.

"Bom is the same as Bora but from the other side- she used to be a thief." Kyungsoo chuckled at the sudden memory.

"He actually imprinted when he caught her stealing our food." You laughed as well. Nothing better than a start of an original love story.

"And even now they still have problems, since Bom is pretty much against the idea of being marked."

Marked?

"Marked?" The question appeared again, only out loud this time.

"Mm..." Kyungsoo adjusted a random picture frame as he continued his slow pace. "Wolves are pretty... territorial. I'm sure that doesn't surprise you."

Not really, but your mouth was quick to open again. "With their women?"

"Woman," Kyungsoo laughed. "We mate for life. So while imprinting is important, marking is just as important for us."

It sounded like a very stupid question, but you had to...

"Why?" Your dumbstruck question had him laughing.

"Once a mate is marked, she is forever recognized as the wolf's. Other wolves can feel it in her scent and the humans see it in her mark. And she doesn't belong to anyone else but to him and vice versa." That had butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"And...How do you mark?"

Kyungsoo said nothing, his eyes just flashing to yours as a small smile curled his mouth. It clicked, and you blushed madly even though he provided no clear answer.

"It's a bite," Kyungsoo said softly. "We are wolves, after all."

"Does it hurt?"

He seemed taken aback by your question, and really, so were you. Why you felt the need to know that was beyond you.

"Well yes, but my job is to make sure you don't notice the pain."

Your mind reeled at that, but he was already opening a door to the right and ushering you over.

"And this is my room." He told you with a small smile, holding the door open and waiting for you to walk in. The room was just like Kyungsoo- clean and organized, with everything having its place.

"It probably has the best view at sundown. Come on." He grabbed your hand, pacing over the length of the room, until he reached the balcony.

"You have a balcony in your room?" Kyungsoo chuckled, nodding.

"I have certain privileges since I did most of the work here." You almost didn't hear the last comment, because the balcony door opened and you saw something like never before...

"Ohh..."

"Pretty, isn't it?"

He led you out until you were pressed up against the edge of the balcony railing, Kyungsoo behind you just in case.

"Beautiful..." you breathed, watching the palette of colors paint the sky as the sun dropped.

When you watched the sun set, you realized one thing with a start and your heart fluttering.

"H-how am I going to get back home? The guards are already patrolling."

"I can bring you back," Kyungsoo said surely. "Don't worry."

"No!" You turned until you were face to face. "Don't do that. I wouldn't want them to catch you. That's..."

At this point, it was unimaginable. You didn't want anything bad to happen to him

Kyungsoo smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

You shook your head again, grabbing his arms. You've heard of the horrible things guards would love to do if they ever got hold of a wolf. You didn't want it to be Kyungsoo. Especially not because of you. "No. I can go back alone if I have to."

Kyungsoo's amber eyes darkened at that.

"There is absolutely no way I'm letting you back alone. Not through the dark woods." Kyungsoo sighed, running a hand through his hair nervously.

"Look, I can hear Yixing calling us for dinner. If anything, you could maybe sleep here and go back into town tomorrow. I heard Yijie wanted to buy some stuff at the market."

"O-oh. Can I do that?"

It sounded quite interesting, spending the night in this crowded house. It felt so nice and comfortable here, so warm and homey. Especially with Kyungsoo.

Lately, living alone had been taking a toll on you. You never really left the house, and while you generally enjoyed your privacy, that also meant leading a rather lonely lifestyle. A family like this was both an intimidating and amazing change in pace.

"Of course you can," Kyungsoo said with a laugh. "Come on. I'll take you back to see more later if you want. Let's go get some dinner."

He held out his hand, and you placed yours in it without hesitation, letting him lead you out to the hall and down the stairs to rejoin the bustling family downstairs.

The two of you came in when the most of the family were already sitting in their places- only three chairs were vacant.

As the two of you sat down, Baekhyun and Chanyeol howled with laughter.

"Well, I guess Tao and Bora are the one chaired couple tonight." Kyungsoo muttered under his breath with a smile, plate in one hand as he shuffled in the food with his other.

"One chaired couple?" You asked him for an explanation, looking at what Kyungsoo was putting on his plate- you didn't know the cuisine at all, so you went by his instincts.

"Since one chair is missing, one person can't sit." Yijie leaned over Kyungsoo to explain to you with an excited glint in her eyes. It looked so cute, how happy she must've been to be able to talk to other people.

"And so usually the mate has to ride the wolf for dinner." When he heard Yijie's words, Jongdae choked around his food with hysterical laughter.

"Okay, who taught her that?" Yixing glared at the two of them, both of them pointing at each other.

"Hey! We didn't even have to teach her bad things. She mixes them up by herself," Chanyeol said between snickers, blatantly ignoring Jimin's glare.

"It makes it a lot more fun for us," Jongdae added, to which Haerin just clicked her tongue at him.

"I'm not even sure if I want to help you correct her," another wolf added, brushing his brown hair from his forehead, only to take a long swig of something from a bottle that couldn't be for juice.

You turned to Kyungsoo as he filled your plate, and under his breath, he murmured, "Baekhyun."

"Ah..." You made the mental note as you scanned the rest of the busy occupants.

You spotted them all, tagging them off in your head as well as you could - across the table, it was Kris and Bom, Chanyeol and Jimin, Jongdae and Haerin; then it was Minseok and Haneul in the corner, Yixing and Yijie helping to serve the food they prepared, an empty chair for Tao and Bora your right; to your left was Kyungsoo serving people food naturally, the Baekhyun man he'd told you of, Luhan and his mate whom you haven't met, the teleporter Jongin, and two other men whose name you didn't even know yet. One, with a shock of blonde atop his head, was speaking to Jongin as the other listened to the ruckus in the dining area with such an expression of calm and fondness. An alpha, your brain supplied instantly. Which made for two - Kris and this man with the chocolate brown hair.

Kyungsoo set the plate down in front of you, and the growl of your stomach was painfully immediate. "Ohh..."

You crossed your arms over your belly, to which Kyungsoo just chuckled. "Good thing we're eating now, hm?"

You nodded rigorously at him, still looking at the way Yijie blushed adorably when Yixing explained to her what she just said. She looked so cute, it was impossible to describe.

"Oh, oh, oh, wait for it! Here it comes!" Baekhyun's excited whisper hushed the whole room down and Bora with Tao walked into the complete silence.

"We're sorry we're late. We still had to check the perimeters." Bora apologized curtly, not being able to bow as she wanted because of the arm of her mate wound around her.

"It's okay, though I regret to inform you..." Kris was the one to speak up, probably saving his pack from the feared captain.

"That you have the one chair left."

"Ahh..."

Your eyes widened when you saw Bora's cheeks fill with color. She stared at the empty seat for a moment before looking up at her mate, who just sighed and took her hand to lead her to the chair. He was pretty good at keeping his composure as she awkwardly settled on his lap.

Kyungsoo just chuckled as he set your plate down in front of you. "That's always fun to see around here."

You turned to look at him gratefully, picking up a fork to dig in.

"Fun?" Kyungsoo nodded.

"It's usually when the shy mates are put there- for example Bom or Bora and at times, Yijie. Even Haerin, who's been Jongdae's mate for a long time, still blushes when they get the chair." You moved to look at each of the mates Kyungsoo mentioned- it was evident that Bom was holding onto Kris under the table because of the soft expression he currently sported and Bora, who yelped when Tao hoisted her up higher in his lap, making the wolf laugh.

His chuckle died down when he felt Bora twist his wrist up, making him howl and to your surprise, the other wolves laughed.

"You should stop messing with her," Kris chuckled.

Tao let out a whine before spouting off in a language you didn't understand. Bora gave you - of all people - a look of confusion before frowning at her mate. "I hate it when you do that."

Kyungsoo chuckled, settling down beside you with his own plate and answering your unspoken question. "Tao is from Yixing and Yijie's home country too."

"And so is Kris." Tao revealed, rubbing his wrist and biting at his mate as a form of revenge, making her squeak in surprise. That playful exchange made you feel giddy. It made you feel like...you might just want that.

For your whole life, you've been with a few men, but you never had anything like that with him. The playful banters, the cute kisses and hugs...you wanted that. And with a small glance to the side, you might know who you want it with.

Your heart began racing. Being with a wolf, it was hard to imagine. But at the same time, you couldn't deny the thrill. Especially because of Kyungsoo...

"You okay?"

"Huh?" You jerked, coming back to the present with his query.

"You've just been staring... at me for a while..." Maybe you were imagining, but his cheeks looked flushed.

"O-oh." Your face heated in the same way, your gaze falling to the barely-touched food on your plate. "Sorry..."

"Just got lost in my thoughts."

"The main thing is that you found your way back, then." He grinned at you, something which you couldn't help but to return.

It was different, this wolf love, but it felt more natural than the conservative regulations of the capitol. There, even Bora's innocent sitting would be punished with more than twenty hits with a whip.

A last shake of your head tried to run the thoughts out of your mind, as you dug into the food. The spices were foreign, something you've never tasted before. It tasted very good, though, and your hungry stomach asked for more.

There was a feeling of someone looking at you and you turned to look at a happy Yijie.

"Is it tasty?" She asked you, her last fiasco probably forcing her to shorten her sentences.

"Very tasty," you confirmed, beaming at her before going back to putting forkfuls of food in your mouth.

She just laughed before offering her mate a bite. Yixing opened his mouth with a loud 'ahh~', and again, you were back to looking away from the intimacy.

This room was drowning in it, and while it wasn't something you felt particularly opposed to, it was making you think too much. Making you kind of jealous, and you weren't sure you liked that.

"Almost makes you wanna throw up, doesn't it?"

"Huh?"

Yijie looked offended, and the man clarified with a wave of his hand. "No, no, the food is amazing, noona. I meant all the lovey dovey stuff in here."

He gestured to the entire room, then at your face. "I see it on your face."

Kyungsoo chuckled from beside you. "Don't corrupt her, Baekhyunnie."

"I'm not," Baekhyun scoffed, taking a bite from his plate. "I'm just trying to let her know she's not alone."

You smiled at Baekhyun in understanding. You weren't even with the pack for a day, how must Baekhyun feel to see these things on a daily basis?

"Are you mated, Baekhyun-sshi?" You asked, your voice as polite as it could get. The wolf grew solemn for a second, before taking a swig from his drink.

"I'm...not."

Kyungsoo's hand patted your leg gently under the table, and immediately, you bit your tongue. No more questions, easy message to decipher.

"But you know, I figure I'd rather be the one disgusted than contributing to the atmosphere," Baekhyun explained with an almost self-deprecating laugh. The fact that he took another large swig just punctuated that. "Not that you're not welcome to it, ___."

You were just going to ask what he meant by that when you were interrupted with Kyungsoo's squeeze to your leg. "So how do you feel about spending the night so you don't have to walk the woods in the dark?"

"Yeah! You really shouldn't go out in the night!" Yijie called out, mouth full with food.

"There are creatures outside different from wolves. Creatures without a heart, that won't hesitate to attack." Jongdae rolled his eyes, taking another bite from his dinner.

"Yijie, there's nothing out in these woods that could hurt you when we are here." The seemingly cute girl turned to the wolf with a hiss.

"You didn't see her. She was standing right in front of the house the first night I stayed over."

"Who was?" Blood ran cold in your veins. To see the adorable girl turn so serious, she couldn't have been lying.

Apparently, she didn't know the word in your tongue, so she said it out in her mother language. And even with that, the name sounded like trouble.

"She said she saw a witch." Luhan translated for her, a small smile on his face.

"I don't think you have to fear a witch, ___. We have a witch here by the table."

"Soomi-sshi is no witch. She is a seer." Bora spoke up with furrowed brows, looking at Yijie.

"Seers are much different from witches. Seers work with nature, helping it and those in need...and they are alive, unlike witches." The whole table died down, trying to listen to Bora's explanation.

"Witches are dead servants of the devil. They feed on fear and on pain. They latch on a town, so they have many victims on who they can feast on. It would be a surprise if there wasn't a witch latched on the capital." Bora shrugged, taking a bite, almost nonchalantly, as if she was talking about weather.

"How do you know so much about this, baobei?" Tao asked his mate gently, awe written all over his face.

"My brother is a witch hunter. And my baby sister hunted vampires. All three of us know the basics of what a vampire, were and witch is. Yijie-sshi, what did the woman look like?" Yijie set het fork down, squeezing her hands tightly together, looking like she not quite wanted to talk about it. The memories still frightened her.

"Well, she...she was very pale...her skin was a greenish grey, and she was wearing a dirtied nightgown, ripped up already...her hair was long and very, very messy…but...but her face was the worst. She...she had no soul." Your heart dropped and you seriously hoped that they just were having a scary story session.

"Her eyes were...yellow and...crazy. She looked completely crazy, as she stared right...right at me..." Bora's look hardened.

"That's a witch, Yijie. How come you haven't told us?"

"Is that why I found you asleep under the bed and the spices on the window those times?" Yixing's voice was much softer than Bora's, as he grasped his mate's hand gently. Yijie welcomed the touch, because you could see how she squeezed back.

"The spices were supposed to ward her away…but then she came in again a few days ago...I told you about it, I really did." Yixing's look was guilty.

"I thought you were having a nightmare, tianshi...I'm sorry..."

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it now...Bora, do you know how to kill it?" To your horror, she shook her head.

"Unfortunately, I wasn't trained to kill a strong witch...I will have to talk to my brother." Kris sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Alright then, until we do that, nobody is going out of the house after dark. Is that clear?"

"B-but-"

Kris turned to you. "Oh, ___. Sorry about that. We'll make up a room for you though. For the night. We'll plan better next time, won't we, Kyung-ah?"

Kyungsoo just chuckled. "Yes, duizhang. I'll help you with your room, ___."

You nodded, but you couldn't help but worry. How could they just talk of such scary things and expect you not to worry? Of course, the women here were also all mated, so they had protection. You didn't.

"It'll be fine, ___. I promise," Kyungsoo told you with a smile.

You smiled at him, but it wasn't as sincere as you wanted to be. All what was in your head was your own imagination of the dead woman with crazy yellow eyes. In fact, it haunted you so much, you couldn't enjoy most of the evening with the wolf pack. You couldn't laugh whole-heartedly at the bickering between Jongdae and Baekhyun, at Yijie's little misspellings. You couldn't even appreciate when the runt of the pack, Sehun, came to showcase you his superpowers. All you could see was that dead look and manic smile.

It haunted you all the way until everyone retired to bed, and Kyungsoo showed you to your room.

"Your room is just across from mine. If anything happens, whatever it is that will upset you, come right to me, okay?" Kyungsoo told you with a stern glance, hoping you would do as he asked. Your panicked nod had him sighing.

"Wouldn't it be better if...you just slept in my room? You know, backs facing each other, all that...or?"

Your eyes were darting around frantically, your hands wringing together.

"I-is that... too much to ask?"

Kyungsoo looked back at his own door. "They really shouldn't have told that story during dinner, hm?"

You fidgeted, reminded of the eyes. Kyungsoo was still hesitating, which only made you more embarrassed of the request. Shaking your head vigorously and clenching your fists, you decided against it. "You know, that's okay. I'll... I'll stay in my own room. Thank you, Kyungsoo-sshi."

You ducked into the room with a final, forced smile at Kyungsoo's dumbfounded face. The first thing you did was pull the shades shut, closing the curtains until there was barely a crack to between the fabric. You changed into the clothes provided for you, constantly glancing around at the windows for any sign of disturbance.

You would make it through this. You had to.

Climbing under the covers, you tucked yourself underneath until the sheets covered the top of your head, and you closed your eyes tight, praying for sleep.

It was only a couple of hours later. A couple of hours of you thinking of the most mundane things to keep yourself occupied, with half of them ending up Kyungsoo-related and thus leaving you at ease enough to fall into a shallow sleep.

It was then that you heard the scratching. You didn't want to peek, because if it was hard enough to rouse you from sleep, then it must have been bad. But you weren't as brave as you hoped you would be. You weren't sure what to do when the scratching turned into a banging.

Smothering your sob with one hand, you curled into a ball. God, this couldn't be happening.

All you could picture were those eyes. That face, the threat it posed.

The banging was getting more aggressive. You couldn't.

You shot up off the bed, nearly tripping on the sheets as you scrambled out, fumbling briefly with the doorknob before practically falling into Kyungsoo's door.

There was a shocked grunt, and you had just enough time to stand up straight before Kyungsoo was ripping the door open and you were tumbling into his arms.

"___!"

"Kyungsoo! K-Kyung... soo..." You buried your face into his neck, holding on to him as tightly as your trembling arms would allow.

He held you just as tight, his hand smoothing down your back with attempts to comfort you. "Shh~ What is it? What happened?"

"Sh-she's out there! She was... b-banging on my w-window!" You were shaking your head over and over, still shaking.

Kyungsoo cursed under his breath, his hold on you not letting up. "I should've just had you stay with me. Dammit."

With a small growl, you were being lifted up and carried into Kyungsoo's room. The door was faintly closed behind you, but the only thing you had in your head was the swaying body behind your window, tapping against the glass mercilessly.

"Shhh~, ___...it's okay...I'm here now..." Kyungsoo's calming voice whispered into your ear as he slipped back into bed, under the covers with you still gripping him tightly.

A soft sob racked through your body, and you buried yourself deeper in Kyungsoo's warmth. His arms wrapped around you- one gripping your waist tightly for security while the other was in your hair, massaging your scalp comfortingly.

"I'm so sorry, ___...I'm here now...it's alright now...don't worry..."

For some reason, you found yourself shaking your head, your face burying as close as you physically could to him. Kyungsoo's hands smoothed over your back in comforting strokes, his lips mouthing what were likely soothing words. Not that you could hear them past the pounding of your heartbeat.

"She was knocking on my window." It came out in a rush, into the warmth of Kyungsoo's neck.

"I know. I'll check on it."

"No!"

Your arms squeezed him closer. You didn't want him to leave you, and you definitely didn't want him going out there to potential danger.

"I don't want her to hurt you."

"O-okay... I won't..." He brushed his fingers through your hair.

"Don't leave me..."

"I'm not going to, ___. Shhh~"

Your tears had subsided, but you were still trembling. Kyungsoo seemed to pick up on that because he tucked the blanket tighter around you.

"It's okay. She won't bother you in here. She can sense me. She doesn't like wolves."

It wasn't his statement that made you feel better. It was his presence; just having him there made you feel safe. His arms were strong around you, his legs tangled with yours.

"Go back to sleep, okay..?"

You nodded, hoping to try. The excess warmth you could feel radiating from him definitely helped. You realized he probably wanted you to move, but you couldn't find it in yourself to release him.

You thought about saying something, asking him if this was comfortable or if you should move away a bit, but Kyungsoo was already moving you, making sure you were facing away from the window, as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, smothering your back against his front.

"This is more comfortable..." he muttered his reasoning into your hair and you nodded, grabbing onto his hand that wound around you. Immediately, his fingers entwined with yours, squeezing them in reassurance.

Kyungsoo sighed behind you in contentment, his breathing evening out quickly. You found yourself relaxing, finding the protection wrapped around you reassuring. She wouldn't get to you while Kyungsoo was here.

So you were glad for the gradual calming of your heart rate, the slowing of your breaths to match the pace of Kyungsoo's.

And thankfully, dream land was peaceful.

#kyungsoo #kyungsoo story #d.o #d.o story #exo #exo story #exo werewolf story #exo werewolf au #werewolf au #werewolf story #series: Chronicles of the Wolf

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P L A Y B O Y (Chanyeol x Reader) Part 14

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As the painful memory had been replaying in his mind, he stood there.. Almost paralysed.

He hadn't noticed that the more he thought about it, the more warm tears would form in his now red and puffy eyes.

He then noticed his mother's diary getting stained with water drops that seemed to be his tears. Then he realised he had been crying this whole time, just like that time.

"Aish seriously, what am I doing.." He said to himself as he quickly dried his tears with the palm of his hand. Just as he didn't want anyone to see him in that state. Broken. Afraid to be laughed at, because the image of a strong and confident boy he had build up with such an effort... Was just a mask to cover up his pain, sadness, his flaws, everything that was chasing him.

But in the end,he realised, nobody would laugh at him. Cause he was alone, and nobody had actually been there to judge him. And even if that seemed as a positive part of the situation, the negative one was worse.

As he was alone, nobody has actually been there for him, despite his mother, that had left him. He dated a big amount of girls even though he didn't feel anything for them. He wanted to get his mind of things that were bringing him down. He wanted to run away. So he started being the worst kind of guy ever. He wanted to be loved, for real. But whoever he would date was obviously because of his looks. He didn't blame them though, he hadn't shown anything good about him despite his looks and flirting skills. But now. Now he was disgusted by what he had done.

In that moment Chanyeol realised that it was time to rip away that mask. No matter how hard it would be. Running away from his problems, from his pains, pretending they weren't there, it wouldn't make them disappear.

They were still there in the back of his mind, chasing him. They wouldn't go away unless he'd confront what was bringing him down.

But he felt so weak. Specially after reading his mother's diary. He needed her. He needed his mom. Chanyeol's heart sank to the bottom as he remembered how his mom would comfort him. Suddenly he was longing for her touch. He needed the feeling of her hands in his hair, slowly caressing him. Drying his tears telling him he was a strong boy.

The feelings of emptiness was unstoppable.

As Chanyeol thought about all this, he shook his head and had to remind himself something. That he also had to let go of the past, and stop wishing for it to change. Cause he couldn't change what has been, but he could choose to be different in his future.

[Flashback]

Chanyeol looked up at his mother with teary eyes. She could read the feelings in his eyes. Regret.

'He's probably feeling guilty of the fight he had with his friend.' She thought as she slightly crouched in front of her son, and placed a hand on his head.

"You know Chanyeol, even if it's your fault that you and your friend fighted, you have to learn from that mistake, in order to not make it another time.

So aren't you and your friend co with each other? " she explained with a soft voice as her hand comfortingly stroke his black hair.

The little boy sobbed lightly. "Y-yes.. But eomma I still feel bad." He snifted and lowered his head.

The mother looked at the son in awe as she pulled him into her embrace.

"Chanyeol, he has forgiven you, you have to learn and let go from things on the past that you regret. You can forget it causes you're forgiven. Chanyeol, we can't change the past, but we can improve ourselves. Alright? " she comforted softly, and the boy nodded.

She smiled sweetly with happiness.

[End of Flashback ]

As he remebered his mother's words, a glint of hope bloomed inside of him, and the corner of his lips curled into a weak smile. She was right. he could change. Though he knew he couldn't do that alone.

He remebered his mother telling him that the thing that can change someone the most is probably love. That could explain why he became a player instead of a person with a loyal personlaity.

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The way Chanyeol had left you behind like that made you feel confused about the situation. He had explained himself, and also apologised. And before you knew it, the heart of yours had already softened for him. You couldn't help but for giving. You were just like that.

What had hurt you the most though was hearing about Haneul doing that. She had told you various times she didn't like Chanyeol, you thought she was innocent and sweet... Yet she forced herself on Chanyeol. You didn't want to belive that part of the explenation, but after all... You saw her yourself. So there were no explanations needed.

A sharp pain throbbed in your chest as you felt the heart tighten. You couldn't help feeling hurt towards Haneul. But you couldn't blame her either... You were the one trying to keep her away from Chanyeol, so that she wouldn't get hurt by him later on. But right now you were realising that maybe you had done that a little bit because you felt a bit jelaous of the way he treated other girls. You wanted him to look at you more than he did at others.

In the end you were just as selfish. You couldn't deny liking Chanyeol. In the end he got you at his feet as well. But he didn't do that with looks, or flirting. He showed you sides of him that no one else had seen. And it made you feel a tiny bit special that he had opened up for you. Even if just a bit. Maybe it wasn't a big deal for him, but you are a girl, and girls are supposed to make big movies out of stuff so...

Though it made you frustrated how he had left like that earlier, telling you such sincere words and then just run away.

You puffed your cheeks and crossed your arms against your chest.

"Does he think he can just buzz off like that!? Gotta confront that coward humph" You said to yourself as you started stomping your feet towards the direction to his house.

Actually there was nothing you needed to comnfront him about. He had tears in his eyes while leaving you there. You had just said that to make up a reason to go and talk to him. You shook your head at your silliness, and started running instead.

Once you stood in front of his apartment door, you didn't hesitate to ring the bell.

It wasn't your first time at Chanyeol's house, yet you were feeling nervous. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest, and your breath got stuck in your throath as you heard footseps coming closer the door.

You had no idea what to say to him, since you came here without a main reason. So quickly you puffed your cheeks and crossed your arms, in order to pull out the hlaf angry look.

As Chanyeol had opened the door, his eyes widened by seeing you standing there. Your eyes widened as well as you saw his puffy and red eyes, the cheeks were stained with tears.

Your angry expression disappeared immediately at the view of him, as your lips parted in surprise.

"Chanyeol..Why were you cry-" You started but got eventually cut of by Chanyeol.

"I didn't cry." He stated, as his voice came out hoarse and consumated by the crying session not so long ago.

"But you-"

"I didn't cry!" He pouted angrily and the you gave up on trying, and nodded simply. His arms dropped to the side as he sighed.

"Whatever shortie come in." He said calmly, you ignored the nickname that would usually make you boil in annoyance, and just nodded instead. You didn't really feel angry by it right now.

As you stepped in the apartment, you took a look at your surroundings, just as you were trying to see if something had changed. Indeed nothing had.

"Nothing haves changed shortie." Chanyeol stated noticing the concentrated look on your face. And this time you pulled out your tounge at him, and took of your shoes before stepping further in.

A framed picture with the broken glass got your atention, as you walked of to the bookcase to have a better look at it. You remebered seeing this picture once when you had came to study with Chanyeol,but he hadn't been there at the moment.

The woman on the picture had a wonderful smile, her hair was dark, and some of her features resembled Chanyeol a lot, so you just had to ask him.

"Chanyeol who is this woman?" You asked carefully, your voice came louder than you had expected, but he didn't seem to mind it, as he leaned against the wall with crossed arms.

"That's my mother." He stated simply, no other words were needed. You nodded understandingly, and took another close look at the photo.

You couldn't help but smile at the picture, as his mother's smile was contagious.

"She looks like someone kind and strong." You muttered softly, your eyes locked with the picture.

"Do you want to hear it?" He asked out of the blue, and you turned your head to him in suprise.

"Huh?"

"My mother's story also." He explained softly. His face was wearing a little smile. You didn't know why, but it had felt like ages since the last time you had seen Chanyeol smile.

You felt how your heart skipped a beat, and your lips curled into a wide smile, as you nodded.

"Yeah! I'd love to hear it!"

"Great, come with me." He smiled, and led you by the hand towards his mother's room.

"This is my mother's room." He said to begin with, and let you enter it. As you took in the new surrounding you could feel the different scent in this room. It was sweet and nostalgic.

The two of you sat down on the floor on each side of a mini table that was placed in the middle of the bedroom.

Chanyeol took various things, like some photo albums and a simple notebook.

He started explainng everything about her, as what personality she had. That she was a very sweet and caring mother, aswell very wise, and as you had mentioned before: she was very strong.

Chanyeol explained that she had been through many pains that had made her suffer an infinty, but still she didn't gice up and continued giving her all for her family, that she had dear. As he talked about her, he leafed through the pages of the photo album. You could see how his fingers traced every picture of his mom carefully and slowly. His eyes had a glint of sadness and lonliness, which made you feel an incredible pain in the chest, you felt bad for him.

He told you about all the happy, silly, funny moments they had together, and also the sad ones.

His story was coming to an end, which was the hardest one to tell. He took a deep breath, feeling the lump inside his throath, and threatening tears burn behind his eyelids. It was never easy to talk about this.

"And then she got very ill, at fisrt we didn't know what it was, but she kept getting worse...

And then one day she got diagnosed with luchemia. She didn't tell me this directly, cause she didn't want me to suffer, or get worried, since she thought I was having enough of a hard time with an ex that didn't even love me, she used me. It hurts so much... She cared so endlessy of me, how couldn't I notice her illness was more than a cold..." His voice came out only as weak whispers as his voice trebled.

Now it was your turn to feel the lump get stuck in your throath, this was way too sad. Though you didn't want to break out in front of him, so you did your best to keep it in. And he sighed before continuing.

"Then one day when i came home from school, all happy cause I had just had a good day, everything seemed changing the moment I walked into the house, and noticed the house was deserted. I called for mom, and searched for her everywhere, but she was nowhere to be found. I was feeling panicked, as suddenly the home phone rang."

He took a big breath as you noticed how a fat tear was building in the corner of his brown eye.

"It was the doctor...and he told me.." His voice was unstable and weak, it faded away after every sentence.

"He told me she passed away." He finally said as the tears started running uncontrolably down his cheeks.

And without realising you had started crying too. Warm tears streamed down your cheeks, as you stared at Chanyeol with a blurry view.

"Aish, I'm sorry I got emotional..2 He apologised and started drying his tears quickly, and you just sobbed out loudly. He looked at you with an almost startled expression.

"Aigoo, why are you crying too.." He chuckled and cupped your face with his strong hands, and softly rubbed his thumbs against your cheeks to dry the tears.

"I just..BUHUUU." You tried to speak but your sobs took the best of yourself and you started crying uglily. You could hear Chanyeol let out a soft laugh as he sat next to you and pulled you into his embrace. Making you face his chest, as well as youcould smell the fragrance of his light parfume.

"You're silly." He smiled and started stroking your hair kindly, which felt amazing. His warm touch seemed to be send electric chills down your spine.

You looked up at him with an silly grimace, since you were still crying.

"It's just so sad none oph youh desrbed thabt!" You spoke almost incomprehensibily.

He stroke his thumb against your cheek once again as he faced you with a peaful smile.

Chanyeol the leaned his face closer to yours, and placed his forhead against yours, your noses brushed against eacothers. His eyes were sparkling as he looked deep into your wide eyes.

"You know.. It's hard to let go, but sometimes it hurts more to hold on... And I have to accept that some things will never get back to what they used to be. I won't be able to start a new chapter if I keep on reading the last one Y/n. In the end, the hardest roads leads to beautiful destinations." He said the last words while dedicating them to you, and you felt how his eyes spoke towards you.

"I think it's time to be happy again."

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kabonvi · 8 years ago

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INTRODUCTION

NAME: Carmen Lee. AGE: 25. PICTURE/GIF OF YOUR MUSE:

WHAT WOULD BE THEIR TWITTER NAME? WHAT SORTS OF TWEETS WOULD THEY TWEET?

Carmen’s definitely the type to have a few twitter profiles, one for public use and one for private use. Her username wouldn’t have to make sense to anyone else but her, and it would usually be whatever fit her aesthetic for the month (yes, she would be that girl). I can see her being a part of the Sex Worker twitter, her profile picture not being a picture of herself and her tweeting the various pros and cons of being a sex worker, giving girls advice when they need to. She’d gain a bit of following and would be granted a nickname having to do with her profession of sex work. But her private twitter would be filled with passive aggressive retweets and a ton of pictures of baby animals, her child and off guard pictures of her boyfriend. Her private twitter would be more of her complaining about her domestication and home life with the occasional fangirling of the newest puppy video.

WHAT’S THEIR FAVORITE GENRE OF MOVIES? OF MUSIC?

Carmen is definitely a gore movie type of woman. She’s always interested in things people think she wouldn’t be interested in (she looks soft but finds comfort in the strange and demented). There’s a few times where she’d be in the mood for the occasional animated movie which often puts tears in her eyes. She isn’t really picky about music, but absolutely detests the music that involves a lot of shredded guitar chords and insistent yelling about the government and anarchy. She gets enough of it from Jaebum she doesn’t need another influence thank you very much.

WHAT’S ON THEIR TOP QUEUE ON NETFLIX?

Carmen is a faithful binge watcher whenever she has the time and often strays towards the darker TV shows and the top 5 things you can find on her queue at the moment would include: Penny Dreadful, Salem, The Killing, Dexter and Murder Maps

WHAT’S THEIR FAVORITE SCENT? DO THEY SMELL LIKE THAT?

Different scents hold different value to Carmen, and her favorite scent varies on her mood but a reoccurring smell that she finds comfort in is the scent of a papaya heated in the oven for twenty minutes with sweetened milk poured over it. It’s a treat she often fixes for her son, but the singed sweet smell of it reminds her of the times she was happy in her youth and a wave of nostalgia is always brought onto her whenever she smells it. Although she wishes she smelled like this scent because it reminds her of home, Carmen herself smells like the nectar of a hibiscus flower tainted with a few drops of blood. The scent of a hibiscus is enchanting and is often used to seduced while the few hints of copper also reminds others that despite how pretty she may look and or smell, she is a dangerous woman.

APPLE OR ANDROID?

Apple because it is simple to navigate and Carmen isn’t the best with technology. Also because she thinks their products are pretty.

FAVORITE SEASON? LEAST FAVORITE SEASON?

Carmen harbors enough hatred in her body for Summer that could last several lifetimes. The only memories that she reminisces fondly over is the night she met Jaebum, even though at the time she wanted to beat him half to death. And the time they went to the strawberry fields. It was then she identified the feeling of her chest aching every time she looked at him as love and she will always be grateful for the Summer sun shining light on her truth. However, the Summer is also the time where ghosts of her past comes to haunt her. It’s coincidental that each sinful thing that happened to her as a child spanned across the months of Spring and Summer. Needless to say, the warmer seasons have never been in good graces. And it doesn’t help much that her body is already at a constant warm temperature so she’s prone to having heatstrokes if she isn’t well prepared before leaving the comforts of her home.

Her favorite season is Winter. There’s something about the crisp air and the gentle fall of snow that makes her think this is the Earth’s way of attempting to purify everyone from their sins. During this time she spends most of her days outside, allowing the bare soles of her feet to touch the cold Earth (the frigid temperatures brings life to her soulless body). However, since sharing her life with her lover it does sadden her when his seasonal depression kicks in and she knows there’s nothing she can do but love him just as hard as if she were going to lose him the next day. A lot of good things happen to Carmen in the winter time and it still holds true to this day, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

ARE THEY A BOTTOM, TOP OR VERSATILE?

Carmen likes to think that she’s a top and it’s easy for others to believe so due to her overly aggressive nature, but she’s a bottom when it comes to her boyfriend. Not a proud bottom, but a bottom nevertheless. They’re always fighting about it, honestly.

DESCRIBE THEIR MORNING ROUTINE. DO THEY WAKE UP EARLY OR SLEEP IN? DO THEY PRESS THE SNOOZE BUTTON A BUNCH OF TIMES OR DO THEY IMMEDIATELY GET UP?

Her sleeping schedule is set in stone, but the days where she sleeps through the night she is often woken up in the early hours of the morning by either Alex or Haneul (her precious dogs) so she can take them to the bathroom. However, she never goes alone and after she pries herself away from the comforting embrace of Jaebum, she goes to wake up her son so he can walk one of the dogs with her. The twenty minutes spent walking the dogs is the time she catches up with her boy, gauging where he is mentally and whether he needs to spend the complete day with her. Once they go back inside, she watches over Roman as he feeds the pets before sending him off to wash his face. Depending on her mood she’ll either lie on the couch with her arm over her face as she goes over the events at works or cooks for everyone. When she’s made sure the bellies of her family is full she takes her turn to get ready. After she’s dressed she then talks to Jaebum, which included cuddling, kissing, hitting or whatever affectionate act she feels like doing at the time to see how he’s feeling. The rest of the morning is free game to her either going back to sleep and or playing with her pets until she decides if she wants to go to work or not.

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baekberrie · 7 years ago

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P L A Y B O Y (Chanyeol x Reader) Part 12

Previous - Next

The sky had gone darker, thanks to the clouds that had gathered all over it. Chanyeol stood there leaning against the wall of a corner waiting for a certain someone. He was happy, and the smile of his was so wide that it reached his ears. The cheeks were slightly flushed, but he was so cought up with thinking about her that he totally forgot that what he was doing was soo not like him.

Why he was standing there was because once Y/n would have been there they wouldn't have someone interrupting this time. But he was wrong.

He heard the sound of a light heel clacking against the ground. He smiled thinking it was Y/n, but when he turned around he saw someone that he wasn't waiting for. Haneul.

"Hi Chanyeol oppa." She greeted softly with a ragious smile. As soon as she did that he rolled his eyes with an annoyed manner, knowing what was going to happen. Something he had preferred to not do anymore.

"Aren't you glad to see me?" She said dissapointedly and pulled out a cute pout. But Chanyeol had already seen thousands of these. Hers wasn't even a little bit new.

He sighed heavily realising he wouldn't get rid of her easly.

"Actually no. I'm waiting for someone else." He said sincerely.

"Oh, how weird, you wouldn't usually answer that Chanyeol... Wouldn't you start flirting a bit, and pull me into your arms?" She spoke slightly yet keeping a seductive tone in her sweet voice.

"If you haven't noticed, I'm done with doing that stuff now." He answered simply yet a rudely, trying to show a sign that he didn't want anything to do with her right now.

"Eeeh? Are you serious? Aw man too bad, all I really wanted was a simple kiss..." she whined and bit her lip slowly. Even if Chanyeol was a player and the girls he played were easy, it didn't mean he was easy to get.

"I don't have time for you now Haneul, you won't get any kiss, please leave." He said straightly and clear. But Haneul wouldn't leave without having gotten what she wants.

"Oh my oh my..." She started off with a chuckle.

"Has your heart softened now...Yeollie..?" She said trying to find his weak spot, which she did. That nickname had definitely woken upp something dark within Chanyeol. Feelings and memories that he had buried down in his deepest self.

"Go away. Now." He demanded sternly. But she... she had no limits.

She walked closer to him, and neared her face to his.

"Tell me Chanyeol.. Has a girl changed you? Or simply made you weak... Like before you know?" She whispered near his lips, referring to the girl who had broken his heart.

The word "weak" had upset him. He frowned at her.

"Why can't you leave me alone? I'm waiting for someone special. She's coming soon. I don't want to be seen with you."

She just smirked.

"She's probably easy, like your wonderful, ex girlfriend. Does she even love you Yeollie? " she said, continuing to cross the line.

He was now angry and pinned her roughly at the wall. His face was almost scary. Serious and furious.

"Stop with this nonsense." He growled.

"Then please, one kiss, like before? " she pleaded.

"No."

| a/n: my name is no my sign is no, u need to let it go- okay sorry keep reading cx |

"Please just one, I beg you.." Haneul's voice spoke with a begging tone.

"Fine, just one." Chanyeol said against his own will, all he wanted was to get rid of Haneul and just meet Y/n.

But when he finally kissed her it was too late. It broke his heart to see her teary eyes. Looking at him. He didn't want her to suffer more than she already had. But it was no use. That was the only thing he was good at after all. Causing pain to others. He hates himself. And now he had lost her. She would never want to hear what he has to say. But he could understand.

Maybe it was good she saw after all. So he wouldn't had lied instead.

What did he have left now? Nothing..

'At the side of my memories, a black piano settled to the side...'

~present~

*Normal P.o.v*

You stopped running and looked around you. You recognised the place, you had been here a couple of times, not too many though.

Then it hit you. Baekhyun's neighborhood.

Even though he had told you to take a break with each other, you couldn't do that. You had to clear things. And also you needed someone to Vent outwhat you had just seen to.

Once you stood in front of his door, you quickly dried your eyes from the tears and rang the bell hesitantly.

It took a minute almost for someone to open the door. And there he stood. With wet hair and puffy eyes. Just like you. You looked at him with misery. His eyes widened as he watched you with shock.

"Look I know you don't want to talk bu-" you started but got cut off by Baekhyun taking your wrist, as he fastly pulled you inside the apartment and closed the door.

You remained a bit startled and looked questioning at him.

He sighed and pulled you into his embrace. It felt nostalgic. And incredibly warm. He tightened the hold of you and buried his face into your neck.

"I'm sorry... I- I never meant to say that... please don't say it's too late. Please.

You didn't have to answer. Cause forgiving Baekhyun was something so obvious. So you just put your arms around his neck and held him close. Feeling his sweet and manly scent of cologne.

"I'm sorry for not understanding your feelings I-" You started with softly speaking apologies, but he hushed you and held you tighter.

Just some minutes later Baekhyun had given you some of his clothes, so you could set to dry your uniform. Of course it was soo oversized, but comfy and best of all it smelled Baekhyun.

Sometimes you felt confused. You felt like you loved Chanyeol, but when you were with Baekhyun you could feel that rush with him too. Which made you unsure of your feelings. But now you couldn't deny loving Chanyeol, seeing on how hurt you felt seeing him with Haneul.

Baekhyun took your hand and led you to the couch with him. And in that moment you got to tell him what was bringing you down, what was being heavy on your chest. And as always he listened patiently. He laid his arm around you and rubbed comfortedly your arm.

"I'm sorry to say this Y/n but he's a player, so we can't expect him to not do things like that. But you know, I can see he likes you. So there must be something behind that. And maybe you should hear what he has to say."

Baekhyun said wisely. Even though he hated to do it, he recommended to give Chanyeol another chance.

You spent hours with him, and ended up with falling asleep while leaning on his chest. He was only enjoying of the close contact, and caressed your head sweetly and carefully, without waking you up.

He looked at your peaceful sleeping face. He dared a bit, and brought his hand to your cheek, caressing it softly. Baekhyun noticed how your skin was soft and pale yet the cheeks were slightly rosy.

His glance went to your red lips, he was so tempted to kiss you. While biting his lip he tried to stay away from the thought.

But then he said to himself. "I'm sorry Y/n you will probably not like this. But I'll be selfish now."

And he leaned down to your face, attaching his lips delicately on yours, feeling the beautiful warmth of your lips. He pulled away after a short time and brushed some hair away from your face.

"Gosh I love you so damn much."

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HIII yall <3 as you can notice the flight went well and I'm alive cx my ears are all closed doe and it hurts ouch

Anyway hope you liked this angels 😙💖 thanks for reading

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fairyscribbles · 8 years ago

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Thieving Hearts - The Wolves’ Den (KRIS, pt.2) [Chronicles of the Wolf series]

Enjoy, sweets! :3

[ Yifan | Thieving Hearts ]

\ The Wolves’ Den

You have never been through more pain. Not even when they whipped you, pulled out your nails. It was all mild compared to this, your whole body strung up with stress.

You could faintly hear Kris murmur something encouraging to you, but then he started to straighten the fingers out and you were sure you were going to pass out from the pain.

The cracks were grotesque, the snaps of bone into place blindingly excruciating. You were going to pass out; you were going to lose yourself.

Kris's shoulder came up against your forehead, and you realized with blurry eyes that you'd fallen forward, pillow forgotten. Your good hand was clenched over his arm, nails digging into his flesh as he righted your fingers.

He stopped for a while, wrapping his arm around and bringing you closer.

"You're doing great..." he murmured into your hair, rubbing your arm comfortingly as you shuddered in his arms.

"Is it...done?" Your voice was rough with unconsciousness as your good hand chose to wrap around his waist for more stability.

"Almost. The hardest part is done." He told you with a small.smile that you didn't see.

"Could you maybe...just quickly snap them back?"

"I would love to, but I fear I would do more damage than good." There was regret in his voice when he heard your pained whimper.

"Okay...I'm ready."

"Hold on to me," he murmured, stroking your back with encouragement.

You did as you were told, arm tightening as your entire body clenched for the onset of pain. "Ahh!"

You bit your lip when he cracked in another, the sting telling you that one, at least you were still conscious and two, that you definitely drew blood.

Kris sighed. "Almost there. Two more. You ready?"

You would've screamed at him to just do it, but all your body could manage was a nod.

The first finger had tears spilling over your cheeks and you burried your face in his chest with a whine.

The second finger had your vision darkening and your grip on the wolf faltering.

Kris gathered you whole in his arms, splaying your legs over his lap and leaning you back against his chest.

"It's done, ___. It'll stop hurting soon..." but it didn't, it still hurt like fuck and you almost wished they were still tied up because this was more painful than then the wire was biting into your skin.

You sobbed, flinching when something swiped over your lip. "Stop hurting yourself. Your fingers aren't bad enough?"

You had no energy to come up with a witty comeback. You just wanted to sleep now. But really, how were you supposed to in the presence of this big wolf. You whined when you were placed in the middle of the bed, the pillows arranged under your head and at your side to prop your injured arm. Kris's weight slid off the bed with a quiet swish of the sheets. "I know you won't listen to me, but at least try hard not to fall asleep, okay? I'm gonna get Yixing and see if he can get anything to make sure you they at least heal right, even if it's by themselves."

You turned to him, eyes heavy. But really, there was no better feeling than the softness of the pillows at the moment, the cushion of the mattress. "___? You're already falling asleep aren't you?"

Your breaths were deepening. "Mm."

Kris laughed, but he was heading to the door already. "Alright then."

You fell into a shallow sleep that was broken when you felt someone lift your injured hand. You flinched away, craddling the hand on your chest, away from the person trying to touch it.

"No more..." you whimpered, trying to move away from the source, but you were stopped by the hands grabbing at your shoulders, pinning you down.

"It's okay, ___. Let Yixing look at your hand."

"Don't worry, dear. I'm trying to help you." The calming voice by your side cooed gingerly, and you felt the soft touch on your hand and you let him. There was something missing and you whined in discomfort, squirming.

"How is it possible that they just started popping up out if nowhere? It started with Jimin and now-" a growl swallowed the end of the other wolf's sentence.

"I wish I could say. I'm not exactly the best one to ask right now."

You felt your hand being shifted before it was returned back on its perch on the pillow, palm up. Then a warm tingle started, from the tips of your fingers and slowly spreading to the curve of your palm. It was warm, a little like what you imagined a glow would feel like. It made your hand feel impossibly light... and a little numb.

Panicking, your eyes snapped open, only to meet Kris's right above you. "What-?"

He shook his head, shushing your worries away, but you still had to look. You turned to your hand, finding a chestnut-haired man tending to your injury... with his hand shimmering bright over yours.

As if Kris knew you would attempt to do that, he pinned your wrist down before you could move it away.

"What is he doing~?" You basically whined in defeat, looking up at the tall wolf.

You were confused. And tired and hurt and it made you panicky to see someone healing you that way.

"He is doing his best to put your bones back in place." Kris explained carefully, his hold on your wrist loosening, opting to stroke his thumb over your skin in comfort.

You just whimpered at the alien sensation, your good fingers naturally reaching for Kris's. He complied, letting you practically cut off the circulation in his hand as the other wolf worked. "How's it looking, Yixing?"

"Pretty good, considering the damage. I'm glad you were able to pop it back before coming to get me."

You winced at the memory, and Kris threaded your fingers together before giving a reassuring squeeze. "She'll recover use of it?"

The healer nodded, smiling gently. "After some rest, yes."

The tall wolf sighed in relief, his head falling back. You could see the evident exhaustion on the large wolf as his body swayed from side to side before he caught himself and looked down at you with a soft smile.

"I told you he would help." He said, making your eyes roll. They barely made the one lap, but it was a roll nevertheless.

"Sorry for being cautious about two unknown wolves." You muttered, but still held on to him tightly.

"You don't have to be afraid of us. You saved our brother and two of our brother's mates. You're a friend."

"Yeah, well I don't have friends."

"Except for us," the healer interrupted, his voice sure and his smile almost menacing.

You hesitated to disagree with that look. So you just looked up at Kris with a frown. You were exhausted yourself, but you really didn't want to stay here. This situation was sticky enough already. You were moving to get up but Yixing clicked his tongue in protest, even as he walked towards the door. "I suggest sleeping here for the night. Rest your hand. Goodnight, duizhang."

"Thanks, Yixing. 'Night..." Kris said, shifting to move off the bed. "You heard him. Sleep."

You shook your head, but you weren't even strong enough to sit up. "N-no."

"You're not exactly in the state to argue," he scoffed. "Your body is shutting down on you. We'll talk in the morning, over breakfast."

And as much as you wanted to argue, your exhausted body recognized the warmth and sense of safety, your brain was clouding. 'Maybe just for a bit...' you thought as your eyelids fell heavily.

That bit became 18 hours. You slept through it all- Kris bringing you breakfast, Yixing coming to check up on your hand, visit from Haerin, the girl you saved- your body just kept absorbing the well needed rest and feeling of safety you hadn’t had in years.

Surprisingly, you felt completely safe in this small house full with overgrown beasts.

And when your eyes fluttered open, the sun was coming down and your heart clenched with panic.

You've stayed too long. You need to bail.

With that thought, you flung yourself to the window, ignoring the fact that your normally tight leather clothing was replaced by soft cotton with a masculine scent.

A throat clearing stopped you from flinging yourself off the second-story window into what looked like a bush of sharp green pricks. You were almost thankful.

"Do you... like hurting yourself? I mean, smaller cuts we usually just let heal by themselves. Yixing needs to conserve his energy for bigger things. Like if you break a leg jumping out of a window to make a quick getaway."

You turned to face Kris, the wolf who caught, and also saved you yesterday with a scowl. He cast you a very strange look- it looked like...pride? You didn't have time to analyze it further because it was gone in seconds, replaced by the usual stony expression. You looked down at the clothed you wore- a large white shirt, so large it went down to your thighs and shorts underneath it.

"Whose clothes are these?" You asked, pulling on the shirt.

"Mine." You scoffed, cocking an eyebrow.

"Do you enjoy getting it on with unconscious people?"

He raised an eyebrow, and damn if it wasn't the most irritatingly attractive thing you've ever seen.

"Well for one, it was Haerin and Jimin who helped change you. Haneul said she's washing your clothes. And two, no. I prefer them willing and begging."

You had to ignore the spark of interest that happened in your belly. Damn hormones had no control because it was rare being around men who weren't trying to kill you.

"You must be starving...do you want something to eat?" You were about to shake your head when your stomach rumbled and you groaned. Kris smothered a laugh behind his hand.

"I guess you do. Come on, it's safe to come out. We're alone."

From all the people that lived in the house, you were amazed to hear that. "Really? Not even the two girls..?"

"Three, actually," Kris corrected, holding up his fingers. "Three of the brothers are... officially mated."

"Officially?" you muttered as you followed him. You noticed belatedly that your feet were bare, and now you really were thankful that he didn't let you jump out of the window. And when your nose picked up the scent of breakfast, your stomach added its approval.

"Well, the mates have recognized them as their life partners and they are...how to say this delicately.."

"Marked? I saw, in the dungeon." You made it easier for him as he led you down the stairs and into the familiar kitchen. Kris nodded and with a wave of his hand, told you to sit down.

"So how many wolved have mates, marked or unmarked?" You were intrigued by the dynamics of mating- ever since you've been a child. Kris had his back to you as he turned on the stove and heated the done pancakes.

"Six of us have recognized our mates."

Your eyebrows went up. "Six... You said only three were marked. That's three others unmarked. Isn't that like... uncomfortable for the other three wolves?"

Kris laughed. "You have an understanding of the werewolf mating dynamics?"

You shrugged. "Very basic. I know that one on the torture table was pretty angry that his mate was unmarked and kept in Donghwan's dungeon."

"Mm, yes." Kris sounded like he was gritting his teeth, but you dismissed it with a sigh. "I would love to get my hands on him myself."

You snorted, then regretted it when he looked back at you with light amusement. To distract you from the stupid fluttering that caused, you picked up the fork on your side of the table and toyed with it. "Me too. Is that why everyone's out?"

"Partly," Kris said. "Scouting for Donghwan and his men..."

"And also looking for one of the wolves and the mates." It was your turn to cock your eyebrow at him.

"Are you kidding me? Aren't all the mates grown women?" Kris chuckled at your exclamation, setting down a plate of pancakes in front of you. Instantly, your mouth watered at the sight of the warm meal. You haven't eaten something warm in days.

"They are, but this one is...special. She is very in-tune with nature and she tends to wonder out for extended periods of time." You snorted again, stuffing your mouth with food.

"Is she a witch or what?" You asked him and Kris' eyes widened at you.

"How did you know?"

"I was brought up by a couple of them."

Kris hummed, like something made a little more sense, and you pointed your fork at him. "Don't think that you can make assumptions about me just because you know that now."

You got back to the pancakes right after because even though you were concerned with the spark of interest in his eyes, it wasn't worth passing up the opportunity of good pancakes. "Besides... I'm..." you hesitated at the word. "Thankful for the food and the healing, but I should really be going soon."

"Why? Donghwan and his men won't find you here."

You looked up from the plate, pulling the forkful of syrup you'd been licking at out. "How do you know that?"

"That's what you're running from, isn't it?"

You didn't answer him for a while, eyes casting downwards.

Yes. From him. And from anything remotely familiar and that felt safe.

Nothing good ever came from you opening up. It only brought you pain, a whole lot of hurt and the feeling of betrayal.

Everytime you felt safe. Everytime you felt like you could have a home, you got hurt.

Your mother? Tossed you away and let you to die as a toddler. The nuns at the orphanage? Beat you savagely when you used your talents. The band of witches? Attempted to sacrifice you to the Devil at the age of your maturity.

So no. Nothing feeling safe and homey was good.

And this place reeked of yummy pancakes and a hope of a home.

"Yes. From him. And others. I have robbed the whole town, they wouldn't be happy to see me."

"Hm..." was all he said, and you clenched your fists.

"And I tried to add you guys to the list too."

He shrugged. "It didn't work."

"So? What exactly do you want to come out of that?"

Kris stood, walking over to the fridge to grab a cold drink. "Nothing. I'm just saying you're welcome to hide out here. Common enemy and all. We have sweet bread."

You couldn't help the grin that came on your face, but you quickly smothered it behind your hand.

"Thanks for the offer, giant, but it seems like you have more guests than you're prepared to host." Kris looked at you with a small smirk.

"I'm pretty sure that we have a cupboard or something about that size free for you to sleep in there."

"Not the most uncomfortable place I've ever slept in." You admitted with a shrug, rubbing your right hand throughtlessly. Kris caught onto the movement immediately.

"How is your hand?"

You held it up. "Better. Th-thanks..."

You weren't really one for saying things like that but this time, it felt necessary. No matter how it seemed to make his pride swell.

"Don't worry about it," he answered, coming back to sit across from you.

"I should probably... go." You stood, reluctantly setting your fork down.

It wasn't safe for you to stay here - for a number of different reasons. You had to take off before anything else happened, like him offering for you to stay again.

Kris frowned openly now.

"Your hand hasn't healed yet...you should wait." You were about to argue with him, saying your hand felt perfectly okay (lie), but Kris interrupted you before you could say anything.

"Also, it is much easier to sneak around at dark. You should wait until dusk." He advised with a grim smile, almost unhappy that he is giving this sort of advice about leaving.

There was a sudden breach of the tranquility settled over the house. Everything was completely quiet one second and the other, the racket of ten people smothered everything else.

"I told you she would be in that hollow tree!" You heard someone scoff victoriously and you turned your head to Kris, panic in eyes.

"And you should go introduce yourself as well."

You shook your head. "No. No, absolutely not. I should already be gone! And-"

You were cut off when the noise began migrating go the kitchen, where you were left without any kind of shielding or weaponry, all exposed in the open for several werewolves to survey with shock.

"Whoa. She's up."

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