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peacheeeliz · 22 days ago

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034. zombie by the cranberries (wc: 1497)

The trio enters the school restroom, Mark taking watch as Donghyuck and Allen take their places at the urinals. Mark rocks back and forth on his heels, taking in the defaced bathroom walls. Paint splatters line the walls and the stall doors, creating beautiful abstract murals in such a nasty place. His eyes wander towards the wall behind the urinals, taking notice of the strange patterns in the paint.

Right above each urinal, silhouettes of other men painted the walls. Mark freezes in place at the sight, slowly turning around to look at the closed stall doors. Before he can even warn his friends, three very familiar faces come barging out of the stalls, with their paintball guns aimed right at the three boys.

Their stern faces are quick to fall at the sight of the boys, each of them letting out a sigh as they drop their arms to their sides. “Jesus Christ, you guys,” Julie lets out first, smiling at her friends. “We thought you guys were someone else.”

“The dance club's been on our ass since we got their club leader, Shotaro, out,” Minnie starts. “Jiwoong was with us at first, but we got separated after that showdown.”

Mark sends a smile your way, letting out a sigh of relief. “I'm glad you're okay,” he tells you, wrapping you up in a comforting hug.

“Wow, good to see you too, Markie,” Julie scoffs, crossing her arms in front of her chest with a quick eye roll.

Mark's arm stays snug on your shoulder as he sends Julie a cheeky smile, “I'm glad you're okay, too, Jules.”

“We should try and find Jiwoong,” Minnie continues, ignoring the two friends bickering. “We've heard from other students that he might be in the dining hall with a few other drama majors.”

“Then let's find Jiwoong and make a game plan for the rest of the game,” Donghyuck agrees.

The group turns into the dining hall carefully, weapons entering before them as they tiptoed slowly into the large room. Signs of nearby life were very clear, with a fire still burning in a burn barrel that sat in the center of everything; where they got a burn barrel on campus, who knows. Colorful paint–fresh paint–is scattered across most of the walls, hinting at a very recent face-off between other students.

“If Jiwoong was here, there's a very small chance that he still is,” Minnie whispers to the group, inching closer to the burn barrel. She's hesitant to lower her weapon, “be careful, you guys. There might still be students around.”

The six students inch their way through the large space, checking every nook and cranny for any sign of the remaining study group member. Remnants of food wrappers and soda cans sit around the fire, glistening as the sun begins to set outside the windows. There's a slim chance that whoever set up camp here had gone far, as there's still piles of paintball lying around.

“Y/Nie!” A voice calls out from behind the group, pulling their attention away from the makeshift base camp. Standing in one of the doorframes into the dining hall, Jiwoong waves cheerfully at his friends. He turns to the other students that stand behind him, “don't shoot, alright? They're my friends.”

You're the first to rush to his side, pulling him into a quick hug. “Glad you're still in, Woongie,” you tell him, smiling softly. “Thought dance club would've gotten to you by now.”

“You would think so, huh?” He laughs, watching as the other drama majors join the study group around the fire. “The dance club's all out, but we're being chased down by the glee club now.”

“We were so sure that the glee club was the only other group that was left besides us,” another drama major starts. “But, I guess there's a lot more people still in than we thought. We get those fuckers out, though, and it's just down to us.”

Jiwoong guides you back to the campfire, arm warmly wrapped around your shoulders. “We should be careful. They've been lurking around for a while now,” he says. “Those guys are stealthier than you think.”

“They've baited a bunch of other students already,” the same drama major continues. “Singing some cheesy, zombie apocalypse-esque songs to try and lure anybody in. They've gone crazy from the fact that they haven't been able to get us out yet.”

A soft pang echoes throughout the dining hall before that same drama majors doubles over in pain. As he leans over, the colorful pattern of pink paint on his back shines brightly under the light of the fire. The large group is quick to crouch down as even more paintballs come flying from one of the nearby hallways, and they each raise their weapons to fire back at the unknown attackers. For a moment there, the group's able to hold the attackers back and get a majority of them out. But the last few left are resilient, dodging the paint bullets very meticulously.

The drama majors are dropping like flies, leaving just your study group standing strong as you all continue to fire at the remaining glee club members. They surely weren't going down without a fight because, one by one, your study group members began to run out of ammo until, eventually, you ran out of paintballs.

You duck behind a pillar, throwing your paintball gun beside you in frustration. The back and forth between the two groups rings in your ears, making you wince every time a paintball flies a little too close to your head. You're about to relax and give into the inevitable when Mark quickly appears by your side, startling you.

“Sorry, Y/Nie,” he says softly, hand resting on your shoulder. His other hand presents a small pile of paintballs, handing them your way. “It's not a lot, but it'll last you until we can get these guys out.”

“Mark, you should use these yourself,” you tell him, pushing his hand back. "I'll be fine. Go win that priority registration, okay?”

“Honey, I'm not winning that prize without you by my side,” he whispers, smiling brightly at you. Just the sight of it makes the beating of your heart pick up, as if it wasn't already pounding out of your chest from the intense showdown going on around the two of you. “Hyuck and Allen have gone down, and I don't think the others are going to last that much longer. We can take this to the end and win.”

“Where one of us will eventually have to get the other out,” you remind him, smiling back weakly. “You do know only one of us can win this prize, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember,” he laughs, shaking his head. “But I'd let you win if it were just the two of us left, I hope you know that. As long as you promise not to shoot me, and just let me off easy.”

“No promises,” you reply, winking at him. You hesitate, but you finally reach for the ammunition in his hand. Once you're both reloaded and turning to face your assailant, all you can see is the rest of your study group down on the floor with the rest of the drama majors and glee club, groaning out in agony.

“I don't… I don't think I can go on much longer,” Minnie lets out, coughing as she lays her hand on her paint stained clothes.

“You can make it, Min,” Julie coughs out beside her. “I believe in you… I believe in us.”

“No, I don't think I can go on much longer without food,” Minnie continues, dropping the facade real quick. “Denny's?”

“Yeah, fuck this,” Julie responds, quick to sit up and help the older woman up off the floor. She sends a thumbs up your way as they walk off, “good luck, fuckers!”

The both of you don't even get the chance to bid your friends goodbye before you're brought straight back into the battle, with the one remaining glee club member continually firing in your direction. It's not long before Mark sends one final shot, hitting the other student right in the chest, sending him flying back into the hallway. You're quick to congratulate him, wrapping him in a tight hug.

Mark spins you around, laughing wholeheartedly before he sets you back down. He pulls back with the biggest smile on his face, staring down at you with stars in his eyes. A soft sigh slips past his lips, and he reaches his hand up to push a strand of hair behind your ear.

A blush rises to your face as you avoid his gaze, but your eyes widen as you spot a red spot on his shirt. “Fuck, Mark, your shirt.”

He looks down, grabbing onto his shirt as he lets out a groan. Mark looks at the fabric even closer, “oh." He pauses, smiling once again. "It's just blood.”

synopsis ⤏ mark, desperate to talk to the cute girl in his japanese class, forms a study group. who knew that other struggling college students might want to join a study group?

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jirsungs · 3 months ago

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NO IDEA | profiles #1

"ncu freaks" + jeno 🤔 | masterlist | gal pals & two men

lee donghyuck, third-year computer science student. introverted and keeps to himself unless he's around his friends. participates in no school clubs so no one really knows him, except the drama club but he doesn't count it as "a real club that sparked his interest" because he only joined to support jaemin being club president. works at the school's library with his aunt in his spare time. is in charge of the group's game nights that are hosted at his and renjun's apartment every friday (that jeno sometimes joins if he isn't busy with basketball).

lee jeno, third-year sports sciences major. part of the basketball team, meaning he's pretty well-known amongst people. is cool with everyone, so no one bats an eye when he's found hanging out with hyuck or any of the guys. even though he's considered "popular" because of basketball, he prefers to stay introverted and views the ncu freaks as his closest friends. so many people are intimidated by him because of his looks, but he's really just a quiet, sweet bean who likes to observe (judge) his surroundings. hyuck's wingman in getting a shot with y/n.

huang renjun, third-year student majoring in art. barely answers in the group chat unless he's the one to text first. has lived off campus with hyuck since the start of their freshman year at ncu. works with donghyuck in the library when he doesn't have back-to-back classes. somewhat extroverted, people know of him, but they don't know him. renjun's a nice guy that gives hyuck good company, which is why he keeps him around, but he also isn't shy to give him a slap of reality when he needs it the most.

na jaemin, third-year photography student. compared to the rest of the guys (excluding jeno), he's the most well known. president of the drama club with all of his friends as members because he forced them. owns three cats that he never shuts up about (they're donghyuck's kids). lives in the apartment right across the hall from hyuck and renjun, meaning his apartment is hyuck's second home when renjun is out of the house and he's lonely. an all-around fun and brassy guy, but some people don't like how weird he gets when he starts raving about his cats. donghyuck doesn't mind it, though! he finds jaemin silly.

park jisung, second-year game design major. dorms on campus, but basically lives at the group's apartments. got adopted (forced) into the group because he decided to join the drama club out of curiosity, but then he ran into jaemin. that should explain everything. he's the group's "child." hyuck finds jisung adorable when he's not getting on his damn nerves. is the group's game stash since he's locked and loaded with board and video games. despite him being the youngest of the five, his maturity level is higher than the rest. sometimes it isn't. but usually, it is.

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neo-percs · 1 year ago

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OVER THE FENCE:: (teaser)

SUMMARY:: back in town for summer and staying with your mom you've decided to take in the peace. Sitting on a lawn chair soaking in the sun of your mom's backyard, but it seems that your neighbors son has a lot of yard work to do and no company. He resorts out of pure desperation for company to peak over the small picket fence between your yards.

WARNINGS:: perv neighbor! Haechan, stoner! Reader, mutual pining, m! masturbation, 90's au, oral (m! Receiving), fingering, oral, strip tease through a window, fingering, hair pulling, creampie (reader is on birth-control), hickeys.

The first real day of summer break. It was hot inside, outside, and the AC was only blowing in hot hair. Your mom was out for the day leaving the house completely empty. Nothing but reruns of movies and dramas you've already seen. The only thing you had on your mind was the pre-rolled blunts you had stashed in your underwear drawer and a magazine while you tanned outside.

The muffled sound of a lawn mower from the house next door makes you peak out of your window through the blinds. A boy who seemed to be about the same age as you, his shirt drenched in a sweat as his hair sticks to his face. Brushing back his dark long hair that's grown into a mullet as it's falls back on his forehead slightly disheveled makes your eyebrows perk up. Staring a bit longer longer at him as he lifts the hem of his tank top to the sweat on his face showing off his feint abs makes you lick your lips in want.

Dropping his shirt back down his eyes trail over the side of your house making you back away hoping he hasn't caught you thirsting over him through your window, ultimately deciding to put on the skimpiest bikini you have out of your packed bags and putting it on before settling a pair of sunglasses on your face. Your magazine and a baggy with a lighter and weed with a shell already open.

Walking out of your front door with your skin shining under the sun from the sheen of sunscreen that covers your body. Settling in front of a rose bush in your front lawn where your mom keeps her beach chairs. You lay with your legs crossed over each other as you decide to roll up using the free space at the end of the chair like a table. Not realizing that in the next yard over Lee Donghyuck was watching the way your tongue glided over the wrap as you tuck it over the weed.

The way your wet lips pressed against the blunt made Haechan feel like he was starting to lose his mind. Ripping his gaze away from you to continue pushing the lawnmower through the grass that looked completely uneven from the large patch of short grass.

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milkiematcha · 2 years ago

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sitting on jeno’s lap during movie night with the dreamies was not uncommon. in fact, it was so common that the boys had taken to excluding you when counting seats for the event, assuming that you’d end up with your back pressed to jeno’s chest before the first introduction was over. and they were right, of course.

jeno was always happy to have you curled up in his lap, his arms around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder. he could catch every little giggle or gasp the movie forced out of you, and he could whisper dumb jokes in your ear just to watch you suppress a smile. and you were always happy to kiss his cheek when he got a bit too enamored with the plot. and the boys were happy that you and jeno could whisper your commentary to each other rather than the whole room.

today, the words jeno whispered against your skin had nothing to do with any movie.

at first, he had started innocently. slipping his warm hands under the sweatshirt you had stolen from him, and pressing his face into the crook of your neck. he’d murmured something to you, too quietly for you to hear, and you’d hummed in response.

“you look pretty.” his voice was a tad too loud, and jaemin shot you a look, an eyebrow raised as if you had just revealed a secret. if jeno noticed, he didn’t care enough to apologize, and just repeated the words a bit quieter. “you look really pretty.”

“you too.” you had mouthed to him, your eyes sparkling in the way they do when he’s surprised you in a good way. one of his hands slid down, closer to your hip and the waistband of your underwear. one of his fingers slid under the waistband, tugging at it slightly. you wriggled uncomfortably, regretting your decision to forgo pants, and renjun glanced at you from his chair.

“are you cold?” renjun was speaking just above a whisper, loud enough for the others to hear but not enough to distract them from the onscreen drama. at your nod, he tossed you a blanket from somewhere beside him, which jeno pulled tightly around your bodies. once renjun’s attention had returned to the screen, jeno’s hand slid below the waistband again, this time closer to your clit.

you were visibly nervous now, pressing your lips next to his ear to whisper a sharp “not here!”. the lazy smile on his lips said it all; don’t act up and we won’t get caught.

you were surprisingly wet when he pressed a finger to your entrance, making you roll your hips against him, biting your tongue to keep from whining. when he pressed in, you grasped at his other hands, squeezing at his palm in some effort to gain stability. his fingers were so long, so perfect at stretching you out every time he fingered you that your cheeks had flushed just think about it.

he has added another finger while you were lost in thought, head propped up on your shoulder to watch your expression change in surprise. he laughed quietly, and donghyuck glared at you for a second, almost to quickly for you to notice, before leaning over to whisper something to jaemin, who glanced over as well.

jeno added a third finger, his eyes now completely on you. you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood, his fingers pressing methodically against the spot inside you that drove you absolutely crazy. you had half a mind to whine out his name and ride him right there, dreamies be damned, but the rational part of your brain kept you in place, hands holding onto one of his, head tilted back onto his shoulder. you exhaled shakily, turning to him as a whiney gasp escaped your lips. his eyes flicked past you, landing on donghyuck, his lips pulling into a smirk,

“look at them, doll. you look so pretty that they can’t even help themselves.” jeno murmured against your ear, tilting your head off his shoulder to force you to look at the two.

jaemin was painfully hard, a visible boner pressing against his tight pants, his eyes locked on you as if he was enchanted, and donghyuck- oh god donghyuck was palming himself, leaned back in his seat, lip pulled between his teeth with a cocky half smile residing there as well. the coil that had been building in your stomach snapped, and jeno let out another half-laugh, coaxing you through your orgasm like he always did.

by the time jeno had slipped his fingers out of your panties and to your lips, your mind was just hazy enough to suck them in front of the two. jaemin shifted in his seat for a moment before getting up altogether, mumbling some excuse about a bathroom before shuffling off. and donghyuck followed, but not before throwing a wink at jeno.

you were still gripping at his hand, and he pulled it from your grasp and moved to stand up. you whined, still lost in the pleasure of your orgasm. “where are you going.” you murmured, clinging to him and standing alongside him. his smirk returned as he tugged you after them, suppressing a laugh at the way your legs shook just slightly.

“were you really planning on leaving them hanging, princess?”

haechan, jaemin, and jeno railing the fuck out of you next time? who knows. will i have the mental capacity to write a part two? maybe.

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 8 months ago

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[9:02 pm]

(cw: f!reader)

a/n: this is set in a very vague time period, (in my head it is like 14/15th century but it’s really not evident) pls keep in mind I haven’t interacted with any Romeo and Juliet content since I was like 13 but I still kind of like how this came out

Romeo!Haechan was more than happy that this party was a masquerade party. If anyone in this house knew that it was him that was hidden behind the gold-trim mask, they would surely have his head. He’d have been dead before the sun had a chance to rise again.

He rather preferred to stay on the wall, somewhat hidden by the shadows of the large stone pillars of the ballroom. Yes, to stay out of the eyes of those who would kill him, but more so to watch the rest of the party goers.

His eyes scanned over the crowd. A large sea of fancy masks, even fancier dresses, and very few familiar features. He was starting to wonder where his friends had disappeared to. Surely they were causing trouble somewhere, it was better that he stayed away from them tonight. Just his last name was enough to make half the guests in this ballroom pull their swords and chase him through the streets. The hatred was never something he’d questioned just something he went along with.

He was deep in thought, trying to remember how the drama between his family and those that threw the party had even started, but his thoughts stopped seeing that you had crossed his eye sight.

It was like you made everything around you more vibrant, the torches on the walls burned brighter, and every beautiful girl he’d ever seen before you immediately paled in comparison. His breathing became shallow and his heartbeat sped up with pure excitement.

He moved along the walls with precision, following you through the crowd until he suddenly realized you were both outside. A garden filled with sweet scented roses almost as beautiful as you.

You tugged the bow of your mask from the back of your head, sighing and taking a seat in a small bench below a big tree.

“Excuse my intrusion, I just had to let you know how beautiful you look,” Haechan stated.

You flinched, startled at the unexpected guest, “oh, thank you. I’m sure if I could see your face I’d be able to say the same.”

Haechan pulled the mask from his face, apprehensively hoping you weren’t one of the many people at this house who hated him because of his last name. You smiled softly, “you are handsome indeed.”

“It is nothing compared to your beauty. I am Haechan, it is so wonderful to meet a beauty such as yourself,” he returned your smile with his hand held out.

You told him your name as you shook his hand. A spark of electricity runs down your spine, goosebumps covering every part of your exposed skin. It looked like Haechan felt it too, his eyes widened minimally.

No one had ever made you feel like this upon first meeting. Haechan was very clearly special. He was making you feel all new feelings, an excitement to see him again even though he was still right in front of you. A yearning for him before he’d even left your eyesight.

“Donghyuck! That better not be you!” An angry voice called out.

Haechan looked panicked, “I’ll see you again soon. I promise, my heart is already with you.”

You tightened your hold on his hand, holding on until he disappeared into the garden. Your hand lingered with the warmth of his touch. You hoped he would keep his promise.

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jjzzhyunie · 2 months ago

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UNDER HIS GAZE | HAECHAN #1

pairing: haechan x fem!oc

title: chapter #1 ‘me and the devil’

prologue: “Do you even know what you're doing? You don't even know how to use it correctly.”

summary: Parents murdered by vampires, Yoo-jin Seo seeks revenge on Donghyuck by hunting him down.

genre: thriller drama, vampires, modern au, vampire hunter x vampire, plot twists, enemies to lovers trope.

note: this is a series.

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In the tapestry of time, death spins a web of tales, each moment woven with care into memories to recall. Yet Yoojin eyes afire, holds fate in trembling palms, against the hourglass' constant sand.

As Yoojin walks through the forest woods, the memories of her parents' funeral seep in, wearing a tradional korean attire in all black comes back to her. The solemn procession, the sounds of wailing, and the sight of her parents' pictures being lowered down with the coffin to the ground.

This all flickers like a tape in her mind, Yoojin pushes onwards despite all of this. Determination was a weak word for what she is feeling. The pain on that day was a fresh wound, still bleeding.

'I'll catch him.' Yoojin tells herself, like a mantra that strengthens her doubts. She will catch him.

She contiues down her search in the unknown secluded area, parts of the forest were barely lit by the sun and Yoojin can't help feeling a sense of uneasiness. The trees seem to loom over her, their shadows dancing eerily in the dim moonlight. Every rustle of leaves makes her jump, every snapped twig sounding like a potential threat. But Yoojin pushes through the fear.

Looking for any signs of life but her own, Yoojin was unsuccusful at it. Though her body was nothing but left weak. Hunger, a constant companion on the journey with her, it's presence felt in every pang of emptiness. But grief and anger, stronger than any hunger that consumes her, leaves no room for respite.

A relentless restlessness grips at her soul, as the darkness of mourning and rage take take their tol. Each step, each breath, a struggle against the troubling tide of pain, fueling her ceaseless pursuit.

Going up somewhere the soil sinks under her boots, four men start to spot Yoojin and their presence immediately setting off warn signals in her body, even before her mind had fully registered the danger. The two men behind let out a whistle of some kind, which made Yoojin's arms stand up with hair.

Their smirks were a big gateaway that they cannot be trusted, with their rifles in their hands casually held. "You look lost," was the smooth reply from one man. He looks to be older, mid forties and the leader of his three friends behind him.

Yoojin was ready to reply to them instantly. "I'm heading somewhere," she said cooly.

They looked at each other, their expressions sly as they exhanged looks. "Well, we wouldn't want a beautiful young miss like you getting lost all alone in the forest. Especially with vampires lurking around lately." One of them said.

"Maybe we can help you out?" The man in front of Yoojin said, his tone drippng with insincerity.

She grits her teeth together, her body tensing as she prepeared to defend herself in neccessary when the men took few steps forward to where Yoojin stands. She keeps her vague answers sharp.

"I appreciate the offer, but i can manage on my own." Yoojin replies with her gaze sweeping over the group, sizing them up nearly.

Yoojin quickly went past them around and starts to walk the front path to leave them, but one spoke behind Yoojin and the men hurdle to follow Yoojin anyways, despite her protest from earlier.

"Now now, lets not be hasty. We're just trying to protect you from the vampires that can be around." The sinister tone was a camouflage by the fake-pretend chivalry.

Yoojin could see right past it with her uncomfortable intuition.

Before she could react, the two leap to the front and block the path, their large bodies looming in the narrow pathway. In blink of an eye, she was suddenly pressed up against them, her rifle falling to the ground with a loud thud. And soon enough, before she knew it Yoojin felt a rough hand grab her arm and push her down. Face hitting the rough ground betwen soil and auburn dry leaves. Pinned up behind four men.

Men's laughter rang out, a cruel sound that sent chills down her spine. Yoojin struggles to get out, any sort of movement was impossible under the weight of four men. It became tiring, a tug of war rather to escape this clinch.

Yoojin grows numb real quick, despair clawing at her as the men overshadow behind. The sounds of clothes become a scary alert to her. Yoojin's eyes widen and she panics once more.

"Now isn't the time to be screaming," He laughs. "No one can hear you anyways. We're deep in the forest."

The three men that watched everything unfold suddenly turn towards the sound of a twig snapping. The three rifles turned towards the trees and steep flooring. The man pinning her down looks up too.

"Go check it out you three," their leader said nonchalantly but fimrly too. They can only glance back at him, the tension was papable in their hesition to walk up to where the sound came.

Then without a humanly possible warning, a flashing scene through the trees from above landing on one of the men with a deadly precision. There was a brief moment of shock.

"It's a vampire!"

Chaos erupts when the two remaining men saw how their friend was dismembered and killed with a single slash, the sounds of rifles being fired sets Yoojin's adrenaline on fire.

But it was too late, the figure had moved way before the human eye could counter.

The vampire dispatched the two men next, his movements like lightning came to life. Only one remaining was the leader and it wasnt long until the man moved off Yoojin to grab his rifle to deal with the vampire. He raised it up to fire at the shadow-figure only to be met with a deserved fate.

Yoojin took the advantagr to crawl closer the familar weight of her own rifle in arms. With a determined cry she rose to her two own feet, spinning around and firing both the man and unknown vampire.

He fell to the ground and mortally wounded, but the vampire was merely scratched and its eyes ablazed by the challenge.

In quick movements it lungs to Yoojin. She leapts back, her own rifle clutched title to her hands. Yoojin knew she had to run away, she did not stand a chance against this vampire.

She ran for it. Yoojin darted through the forest, her feet pounding against the ground as she ducked under low hanging branches and leapt over a fallen logs. It was as if the trees themselves were closing in on her, their trunks forming a disoreinting maze that all looked the same.

Each step forward felt like a step eeper into a nightmare, as if she was trapped in a cycle of endless chase.

Yoojin stumps her foot over a rock, tripping on the ground front face. As Yoojin stumbles and fell, her eyes catching sight of the abandoned hospital in the area. Its crumbling walls cast long shadows across the floor. Before she could even process the situation, the vampire leaned down his hand grasping her arms.

But just as he moved closer, a voice cut through the stillness breaking the tension. As Yoojin looked up, she saw Donghyuck standing there. His eyes fixed on the other vampire, his stance was tense and intimdating.

The guy looks so familar, then it all clogged Yoojin's mind. That was him. The night of her parents death, he was the last one Yoojin saw before disappering in the night.

The tone in his voice was like a challenge between sarcasm and unbothered. "What are you doing in my territory?" he echoed, his gaze narrowing studying the other vampire. He looks newly turned and batshit-crazy to Donghyuck.

His words were met with defiance, the other vampire refused to answer or move out of the area which Donghyuck has claimed since last night.

Yoojin watched in silence, her gaze flickering between the two vampires with uncertain fear and fasincation. She had never seen such an interaction, and she wasnt sure what is going to happen. What will this mean for her?

The tension in the air could be cut with a knife as Donghyuck's rolled up his sleeves, his body language was a clear gateway to how threatening he became. Before Yoojin could even react, he took a decisive step forward, his gaze locking onto the other vampire. In the moment, the vampire's face shifted to Donghyuck, dropping Yoo-jin carelessly to the ground.

"I am going to count to three, and you better run off."

For a brief moment, the vampire hesitated, as if hoping for some sort of reprieve. But Donghyuck's tone was clear, his expression firm. Before the vampire could fully proces the situation, Donghyuck's voice rang out.

"One."

Suddenly the latter ran off, he took the cue and left for Donghyuck's final number. Yoojin’s body became tense, a sense of familiar danger alerts her to run for it. She grabbed her rifle and took off running. As if her life depends on it.

Donghyuck’s eyes on her as Yoojin fled suddenly. But she didn’t dare to pause to look back at the killer of her parents.

Unfortunately, her escape was cut short when she trips up over a patch of loose soil on the edge of a steep slope.

She stumbles, losing her balance and then she starts to roll down the hill, tumbling recklessly down like a sack of potatoes.

As Yoojin lands front face to the bottom, at the base of the hill. She groans, her body aching from the rough fall and landing. She felta wave of embarssment wash over her.

Suddenly, Donghyuck's voice rang out above, and she looked up to see him standing at the top of the hill. "What an idiot," he muttered, his tone laced with annoyance, as he begins to go down the slope to get to her.

She could feel her cheeks burn with anger and shame. The humilation was enough to sent her to her early grave. Her legs felt like jelly amongst the many bruises from the fall.

Donghyuck approached her, his expression unreadable. Under his gaze was this human girl, who strangely looks at him as if she's already known him. Hated him.

But he can't seem to remember her.

Yoojin found herself in a situation sooner than she expected. She takes a small peak and saw that Donghyuck is armed with a knife, not only that, but his foot on top of her rifle when she reached for it. She was once again, weaponless.

"It's you." Yoojin said with an itch to now seek her revenge.

Donghyuck tilts his head slightly at the sound of how hateful she sounds to him, as if she already knows him. He turns to look down at the girl properly with his eyes.

"Do i know you?" He asks smoothly with an undertone sarcasm in it.

"No but i know you." Her reply begins. "You killed my parents!" Yoojin starts while turning her lips to a thin unwelcoming line. Fists clenched together.

Donghyuck's mouth twitchs slightly at the accusation. He narrows his eyes at the human girl, Yoojin was slowly getting up from the ground. Dusting off any bits of dirt remaining to the clothes.

"Killed your parents? I don't ever remember laying a finger on them, darling." Donghyuck casually said, uncared for the situation of the loss. It's more like he's certain that the accusation is wrong.

Yoojin never expected such belief that seems so real, but she saw Donghyuck that night. She remembers a face like his anywhere. "Liar, i saw you that night and i'm going to kill you."

Yoojin's hand reached out a knife to slash forward to the vampire's shoulder blade. It never crossed Yoojin's mind there would be a power difference, even though thats the most basic knowledge out there. Vampires are much superior in terms of hunting. But she didn't care for her safety. She was driven by grief and revenge more than the fear of dying.

Donghyuck was amused more than surprised by the attack. An attempt, he would call it rather. He easily pushed back Yoojin and twists her around until a single push to her back makes her fall over a large tree to the front. Completely he parried a knife, not even using his vampire genetics. More just his heightened survival.

"Do you even know what you're doing? You don't even know how to use it correctly." He said with his head tilted with arms crossed over his chest.

Was he seriously just correcting Yoojin on how to land a slash on him? She felt insulted. Belitted.

Which only caused her grief and anger to mix together, close to exploding like an erupted volcano. Yoojin turned back and lung her hand forward, the knife creating this whoosh sound in the air. Donghyuck takes simple steps back to avoid being slashed by a basic knife, a kitchen knife it looks to be.

She then ends up being tripped up, again, for what felt like a hundreth time falling over on the ground. Donghyuck saw how she was so easily tripped by his feet. Yoojin's defence was down, she's not rationally thinking. Donghyuck made sure to put a stop to her mindless swinging with a knife.

It looked like child-play to him.

Yoojin lets out a small eugh when she lands on the ground with her head slightly bumped. The rifle was somewhere on the ground between the auburn leaves, and her knife laid next to her face. Her blurry vision grew to normal, Yoojin saw Donghyuck standing above her in front.

She flashed him a glare, her hair completely roughed up with leaves in them from the fall. "What do you want?" Yoojin throws because Donghyuck was just staring at her, not impressed.

An eyebrow was raised on his face when he saw that glare on her face. He sighs tiredly.

"Get up," Donghyuck says simply looking around the area, his voice smooth yet demanding. He doesn't make any move to remove his foot from the ground, he just waits for her to get up from the pathetic ground.

Looming over her, he did see a few things in the dim light outside on her face. Donghyuck saw the minor cuts and scratches on her face, indicating it from the falls. Maybe even struggle against the troublesome people earlier.

She grunts when leisurely going up on her feet, Yoojin blows some of her messy hair away in a huff, like a small child does. Yoojin made sure there was a good enough distance between the vampire and her eyes ocasionally observe the surroudings.

"What do you want?" She asked again. "Going to kill me like you killed my parents, huh?" Yoojin slowly brought up with an intent to provoke malicous to him.

Yoojin saw Donghyuck let out an exasperted sigh, the patience starting to wear thin. He rolls his eyes slightly and crosses his arms. "I already told you, i didn't kill them." He repeats sounding frustrated.

But when he saw her eyes constantly looking down towards the rifle, he simply reached for the weapon and shown it to her. He held the rifle with his two hands. "Looking for this?" he mocks, tapping the rifle on the ground.

Yoojin tried to hold the urge to just, try and stab him again. But she failed because the next thing that happened was Donghyuck quickly dodging a knife in the air that Yoojin reached for nearby before. He gave a disappoited eye roll.

The next thing she knew, she was held in a tight grip. Wrist held by a very strong hand forcing her to drop the knife and Donghyuck wasn't being so, tolerant anymore.

His grip was pretty tight but not enough to snap a bone yet. It is strong enough to keep the girl from not atacking him every five seconds like a maniac.

His expression is unreadable as he looks down at her widen eyes full of fear, his dark eyes piercing into them. The amusement from earlier is gone and now he was simply serious on the matter.

"I'm going to let go of your wrist now, and if you try anything i'm going to break it. Got it?" Donghyuck threatens sternly. But he saw Yoojin's non verbal reply as a sign that she understood it.

Yoojin was tempted but she didn't act on it this time. In fact she stood still and slowly takes back her wrist released from his hand. Donghyuck trails off next.

"See? I'm trying to be Mr nice guy, i don't usually do that." He points out sarcastically at the sudden quiet girl, but all he got was a glare. And as if she wants to just run away. Far away from him.

He sighs again. "Look, you're hurt and you must be lost. I have enough space for you to camp in my home."

"How do i know you won't kill me?" She shot at Donghyuck, defensively holding suspicion.

He gave her a look, as if thats the most obvious thing in the world. Donghyuck matter of factly points out. "Because if i wanted you dead, you'd already be dead."

She scoffs but Donghyuck already started to make his way back up, he assumed the girl will follow. She has nowhere else to go and her chances being safe from other vampires are high with him.

"Didn't realise vampires have sense of hospitality." She sarcastically shouts but eventually Yoojin weighs the pros and cons. Ultimately she starts to slowly tag behind Donghyuck.

Maybe she can always get back at him. But not right now.

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tangled hearts

this is part 2 of this

prince!haechan x maid!F!reader

warnings: angst, impossible love :), lot of dialogues, fighting, conflicting feelings, jealousy :(, smut mdni, prob bad English sorry

word count: 4.8k

summary: after that night you spent with the prince, you don’t seem to hold on to the same feelings you always had for him, but none of your internal conflicts matter, since the wedding is approaching, and you will have no part to play in this unfolding drama.

A/N: maybe like 4 people requested a part 2 and I'm a people pleaser. + thank you to the people who have supported this and given me ideas for part 2💗

After what happened, you retreated to your room in silence. Donghyuck asked you to stay but you thought it would be in your best interests not to, and just like that, you left.

In the quiet of your room, laying down on your own bed, you stared up at the ceiling, lost in your thoughts. You could not help but feel conflicted. You had always thought of Donghyuck as selfish and capricious, but something about him changed that night. You saw him in a new light. You tried to push him out of your mind, as you knew all of this was just a big mistake, but he kept creeping back in. Nothing good would come out of you thinking too much about him, you knew that perfectly well.

You kept replaying your encounter in your mind over and over nonetheless, the way that he had touched and looked at you. You drifted off to sleep conflicted and confused that night.

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The next few days passed in a blur. You tried to avoid the prince as much as possible, but you were still working for him after all.

Donghyuck, on the other hand, did not seem the slightest bit bothered about what had happened. He was acting the same as he always did. Complaining about the slightest inconvenience, whining about everything, he was insufferable. On top of that, he would never look in your direction. He talked to you, yes, he was asking a lot from you, “Y/N, bring me this, do that…”. But you never had the chance to have a real conversation ever since. He was acting as if nothing had ever happened, which only added to your confusion and frustration.

You would talk to him if only you had the chance to. Every time you saw him, he was always surrounded by two or three other servants, and with the wedding approaching, he was often busy with preparations, and so were you. Yes, the wedding, you frequently thought about it. The reason why you were now in the state you were in. You had accepted this foolish idea, first out of generosity for the lady who was going to marry the prince, but now… it was hard for you to feel the same way about her. But you had to come to your senses; the princess was coming here next week, in order to meet Donghyuck and for the engagement party, and deep down, you hoped that he would be insufferable enough to have her flee.

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The kingdom was buzzing with excitement when the Princess arrived. Princess Victoria was an amazing young lady, she was gorgeous, gracious and her mind was sharp. The difference between her character and the prince was blatant: she seemed even more well-mannered next to him. Oh, of course, Donghyuck was acting very differently around her, but you knew his true nature.

The entire kingdom was delighted to have Lady Victoria as their future queen, and even you did like her. She was a kind-hearted woman, your heart would be made of stone if it did not melt at her contact, and unfortunately, it was not. If it was, you wouldn’t feel the twinge of jealousy you felt every time you caught the future couple together. They have been spending a lot of time together since her arrival. She was here for him after all. Donghyuck showed her around the city, and they both got to get to know each other better. All of which you had to watch from afar.

You could not help the way you felt. You tried your best to keep your feelings under control, but it was getting more and more difficult. Every night, the scene replayed in your head, every night the cold of your bed became more unbearable, every night you saw him in your dreams. You wished you never did what you did. You wished you would have just continued to despise him, and you would not care about him spending the rest of his life with somebody else.

He told you he did not want to marry. He did. You did not answer him that night. You picked up your clothing and told him it would be better if you left. But he told you he did not want it, so why was he all over her now? Probably that he was not expecting someone like her, you thought. A woman like Lady Victoria would certainly be hard to resist for a man in need of a wife. You knew you could never be that wife anyway, you had to stop torturing yourself about what he could have said that night, because none of it could ever happen.

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Friday was the day the engagement party would take place. You and the other servants were all over the place, there were so many things to get done before the evening, and all of this shattered your heart into pieces. But who could you blame but yourself? You should have known this would end this way.

Around midday, you found yourself in the prince’s room. It was your turn to tidy it. If this was up to you, you would have never gone back to this place, but of course, it was not. You still had duties to fulfil, and that you felt some strange way about the prince would certainly not be enough of an excuse to skip chores. You thought about how anyone would burst into laughter if you ever told the story. It was ridiculous, really. You had made it everybody’s business that you hated Donghyuck for the last six years, and now you would claim that you slept with him and were starting to get feelings for him?

You laughed nervously as you approached the vanity -avoiding the bed for as long as you could. You put things in their places and cleaned up the dust before footsteps caught your attention. They stopped and you carefully left your eyes to the mirror before you. There, you saw the reflection of the prince, standing on the other side of the room, in front of the door that connected it to the bathroom. You looked at each other for a moment, through the mirror, before you turned around slowly to face him. You had not been alone since that night, and seeing his hazel eyes look into yours had you feel a twinge.

Tentatively, you opened your mouth to speak, but the words failed you. Nothing but air was coming out of it. “Y/N, I’m glad you’re here,” he said after awkwardly clearing his throat. Your eyes were full of expectations as he continued, “I need you to help me choose what I will wear tonight.” You had to hold yourself back from jumping him at this exact moment, but you could not refrain your mouth from hanging open.

Seeing your reaction, Donghyuck sighed, “You know we can’t have this conversation.” with that, he pinched the base of his nose, which only added to your anger. “I thought you had moved on already.”

“How could I?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You wanted him to give up on his pride more than anything, but still, it was hard to do the same with your own. “Stop acting like this is my fault! You were the one who left, I asked you to stay but you refused!” he spat, aggressively.

You took a step forward, and raised your voice too, “Then why do you act as if nothing happened?!” Suddenly, he grabbed your wrist, “That night, I showed you a part of me I do not want anyone to see, least of all you. Do you understand? We should have never done that!” His voice was assertive and his words harsh. With your wrist still, in a tight hold, he was standing a few inches from you, and the mixture of both his proximity, which you had longed for days and his spite, made you want to cry.

“That night… you asked me to tell you that I loved you. Why did you ask? Do you love me, Donghyuck?” you asked, on the verge of tears, your voice as cold as possible. At this point, you couldn't care less about calling him by his first name.

He lowered his head and let go of your wrist. “I am soon to be married, Y/N,” he said, taking a step backwards. You looked up at his expressionless look and heard your voice crack a little, “So you will?” Donghyuck shook his head, “You’re telling me that as if I had a choice.” Just like that, the tears in the corner of your eyes dried somehow, and you let out a dry chuckle. “I mean, you are a prince, you have more power of will than I could ever dream of.” He sighed, again. “This is not how it works, Y/N. I will have to rule someday, I need to marry, and have an heir of royal blood. Everything is already planned, this is an arrangement between my father and the king of the adjacent kingdom to ensure peace between both countries. This is settled: I will marry his daughter.”

“Why are you explaining this to me as if I was some kind of child?” you asked in disbelief. “I am not! Wh- Don’t make this any more difficult!” he cried out, exasperated. “Oh no, this is not difficult at all. You are of royal blood and I am nothing but a servant. This is why you are explaining to me the political situation of the country I live in. This is why you never had any intention of marrying me!” you didn’t mean to say that last sentence. It came out on its own. “What are you talking about?!” He seemed so angry that the whole palace could hear his shouting and he would not care. “You never even liked me in the first place! If you had ever shown me some sympathy before, maybe I wouldn’t have agreed to marry a woman I know nothing about!”

There was a moment of silence, the reflection of the blow of his words. “This is laughable really.” Your voice was shaky, “You think everything is owed to you, don’t you? You have never been anything but insufferable with me for years, and I am the one who has to show sympathy?! I thought you would finally see me as your equal after what happened, but I was wrong. I am still your servant, and I will always be under you. I will always be the one to bow to your demands.” And with that, you left the room.

Your heart was hammering in your chest while you walked the halls to your room. What an idiot you had been.

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The grand ballroom was decorated with sparkling crystal chandeliers that illuminated the room with a warm, golden glow, as well as furnished flower arrangements and elegant centrepieces. It was impossible for you to get any satisfaction from your hard work though, you were still mad at the prince and conflicted about this whole situation. You had to come clean with yourself. Earlier, you said a lot of things without thinking, which had you questioning even more your own feelings. Indeed, something had changed this night. Something about him, about the way you saw him, how you interacted with each other. This was different from any intercourse you had before. The resentment between each other had aroused a burning passion within you, and it was impossible for you to calm the fire, now that the flames were burning you from within.

The guests, all dressed in their finest attire, began to arrive, mingle and dance to the soft music that played in the background. The prince and princess were the center of attention,of course, making their rounds and greeting the guests, arm in arm. You watched from the sideline as Donghyuck interacted with his fiancée, smiling and giggling at everything she said. You couldn’t believe how he was acting with her. Was he going to reveal his real character once she is pregnant with their first child or will he be strong enough to hide it for the rest of his life? That was it, even though you felt new empathy for the version of him you had seen that night, it was not love. It could not be. You wanted to scream, tell her that he was not what he was pretending to be, that he was a despicable character, not worthy of her affection. Your heart was torn between hate and longing. The desire to ruin his life was oh so strong. You wanted to ruin everything he had, this bright future that was destined for him, that golden frame of him and his future family, you wished to tear it into pieces.

Donghyuck was looking at the princess with both admiration and affection, a stark contrast to how he had always treated you. Their eyes were locked on each other as they twirled and danced around the room. Your heart felt heavy in your chest, you would never have that, neither with him nor with anybody else. You realized that what you felt was simply jealousy, and that struck you like a blow from a sledgehammer. You lost yourself, staring at him as he led her around the room.

Still in the middle of a waltz, he stole a glance in your direction, which you averted as soon as you caught it.

Bending down, he took her hand and brought it to his lips before kissing it softly. You tried to hide it, to keep a stoic expression on your face, but your hands were clenched into fists and your jaw tightened, as your heart twisted with envy. No one could know about your inner turmoil, and since all eyes were on the royal couple, you figured no one would notice if you disappeared.

꧁ ♡ ꧂

Music echoed down the palace halls as you hurried through them, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Y/N, wait.” Donghyuck’s voice echoed between the halls. Not looking back, you continued to walk, which did not stop him, since he kept following you. “What do you have to say to me? I think you cleared everything up before the party.” you spat, speeding up. “Y/N listen to me!” with large footsteps, he caught up with you and grabbed your wrist, it was starting to become a habit, you thought. “Let go of me!” shoving your arm out of his hold, you turned to face him, your eyebrows furrowed. “Then, stop running.” You sighed and crossed your arms on your chest, ready to hear whatever he had to say.

“Why would you care anyway? About all of this, about the wedding.” He did not sound mad, more like confused. So were you. You hadn’t quite come to an agreement with your own feelings, so how were you supposed to put them into words, in front of him of all people? The frown on his face became more evident, and you could tell he was waiting for a serious answer, so you had to come up with something. “I just can’t stand to see you acting all lovey-dovey with her when you spent the night with someone else, not even a week ago.” Donghyuck huffed at your words, “You’re saying this as if I was cheating on her!” “Yes, you did!” You retorted. “I had not even met her when we did that, I know nothing of her ok. This is a marriage of convenience god, how many times do I have to tell you?” Anxiously, he passed his hand through his hair, pacing in front of you.

“Oh, so you are never going to be intimate with her, since it is of convenience.” Really, you didn’t mean to say that out loud. You hated how it made you sound, like you were jealous, like you only wanted him to be intimate with you. Nothing could've stopped your cheeks from flushing, and Donghyuck froze. You two exchanged a glance and he took advantage of the moment of peace to close the distance between you. “I cannot promise you that I will not.” he sighed. “I have obligations to fulfil…” gently, his hand reached for your cheek, “But if I do, I would only think of you.”

It was tempting, really, to submit to his almost sweet words. A part of you wished to lean into his hand and happily settle for what he was offering, but you had your pride, and he should know that better than anyone else. Moving his hand away, you looked into his eyes, and your silence spoke all the words you could have said. Donghyuck sighed, softly shaking his head.

“You know what, Y/N? I think you take me for a fool.” he laughed nervously, rising inside of you an anxious feeling. “You have been the one to always reject me, and look, you want me to make a move on you, but every time I do, you still reject me. Every step I take towards you, you shove me three steps back. I don’t know what you want from me. I wanted to think that if you accepted to spend the night with me it was because you felt the same way I did… But now, I cannot follow you.” You hated that. You hated the tight feeling in your throat. You hated when he was talking like that.

No words would come out of your mouth, and you felt tears starting to form in the corner of your eyes. It was pathetic, but you had nothing better to do than turn on your heels and flee, leaving Donghyuck behind you, his head low, and his heart, just as heavy as yours.

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You could not sleep that night. Your eyes were glued to the ceiling, your throat tight and your stomach knotted. What was next? Donghyuck gets married and you spend the rest of your life taking care of him, his wife and then, his children?

For one second, you considered the possibility of running away, to leave the palace and the temptation of Donghyuck behind. But that was childish. You did not do this job out of mere enjoyment, you did it because you needed it. You had nowhere else to go. Plus, it would be pathetic of you to escape your entire life all because of a prince you couldn’t stop thinking of, one that you despised more than anything just a few days ago. You had always prided yourself on being practical and level-headed, so what were you doing right now?

That night, you felt like you were something more. You felt alive, thrilled, and excited like you had never been before. And despite the whole situation, you longed to feel this way again. You sat up, and let out a long sigh. Maybe you needed this temporary escape from your miserable existence. You could figure out the outcome later.

Barefeet, you made your way down the palace’s silent halls, your heart pounding with both anticipation and adrenaline. The palace was asleep, the only thing you could hear was the song of the cicadas from the courtyard. The skin of your feet against the marble echoed down the hallways, your steps slowing down the closer you got from the princely suite.

Eventually, you reached the large door and hesitated for a moment, your hand hovering over the handle. Then you heard his voice through the door. Muffled words that you could not understand, but they convinced you to push the door open and step inside. You scanned the room and found him sitting on the edge of his bed, facing the window, his back to you. Slowly, he turned around, the moonlight was illuminating his features, he looked dreamy. “I was hoping you would come,” he said, his voice soft and low. You gave him no answer, so he kept going. “Y/N, I think it is time we are honest with each other.”

He got up and approached you. “I cannot tell you that I will cancel my engagement or my upcoming wedding. I cannot tell you that I will propose to you and give you the life that you deserve.” he leaned closer, leaning his forehead on yours. “Because I won’t,” he whispered and managed to break both of your hearts in one single sentence. “Why would you think that I want that?” you managed to sound as fierce as you could, but the crack in your voice gave you away. “What is it then?” he asked, his hand brushing against yours.

Cradling his face in your hands, you murmured against his lips: “I don’t love you.” You watched his eyes get watery, and gulped before continuing, trying to keep your voice steady. “We can keep whatever we have right now. I do not want you to abandon your responsibilities. I am not asking you to elope with me.” “We could if you only asked,” he said, and you gave him a wistful smile.

“This cannot work, Donghyuck. We can’t leave together, we can barely bear each other’s company.” you chuckled lightly. By that time, his hands were resting on your waist. “Why did you come then?” there was a sound of hope in his voice. You, on the other hand, did not have the luxury of hoping for anything. “I told you, we can keep whatever we have…” you trailed off before locking your lips together. The kiss felt like a weight had been taken off your shoulders. You felt relieved. What happened the other night was real, you did have that chemistry that made your heart pound in your temples. He deepened the kiss, as you were both eager to feel each other, hands were roaming your bodies.

When you pulled away, there was a moment of silence between the two of you, except for your ragging breaths. “I want you. Ever since that night, I haven’t been able to think about anything else.” he sounded demanding, which was your favourite version of him. You took a step forward, forcing him to step back. “You can have me.” You forced him backwards until he stumbled onto the bed. As he sat down, he looked up at you, alert to each of your movements, hanging on your every word. “Or I can have you…” you breathed while sliding your hand over the nape of his neck.

There were so many things you had to say to each other, yet, you decided not to say a word. With your eyes glued to his, you slowly untied the lace of your bodice, you got rid of your nightgown, letting it slide to the ground. Donghyuck squeezed the back of your thigh, approaching his lips of your stomach. His warm breath on your skin had you shivering. You grabbed onto his hair, as he trailed kisses down your belly.

“Lay down,” you told him, moving his head away from you. “You are giving me orders now.” he chuckled, stroking your thigh. ”It seems so.” Smiling, you pushed him down and straddled his lap. You were getting comfortable and he was getting lost in your eyes, a sly smile painted over his face. “I hate it that you have this power over me,” he said. “Is that so, Your Highness?” “Oh, now you respect titles,” Donghyuck smirked, thrusting his hips up. Exasperated, you shushed him and pushed him to sink even deeper into the mattress.

You helped him out of his undergarments, revealing his tan and glowing skin. Peppering kisses on his neck, you rocked your hips against him, and he let out small whimpers. Donghyuck throws his head back, while you bury your face in his neck, inhaling his musky scent. “Hurry”, he rasped, already panting. Sitting up, you positioned your dripping core over his hardened length, impatient to calm down the fire in your abdomen.

You lowered your hips onto his lap and hiss as his length stretches your folds out. You do your best to relax around him, but Donghyuck is too eager to wait. He grabbed your hips and rolled them against his. Your breath hitched and your nails scratched his glistening torso in reaction. This time, you found it easier to lower your guard and let him lead just a little. He guided you to bounce on his shaft, setting up a fervent and steady pace.

He petted your hair tenderly, his eyes searching for yours, again. He already seemed tousled. Travelling your body down to your core, his hand reached for your bud, which he began to circle with his thumb. You whined at the new sensation, grinding on his hand. Donghyuck keened as your walls clenched around him and continued to roll his hips languidly.

Fairly quickly, overstimulation came over you, you could feel a pulsating sensation in your core and had to hold back a wail. You sucked in a sharp breath, swatting his hand to push it away from your swollen clit. This competition between you two was still ongoing, and you could not let yourself be defeated. He had to lose his composure first.

You watched his eyebrows come together, and his features become rigid. You could tell he was close to losing it. “What is it, Your Highness?” you teased, grabbing locks of his hair. “Are you close?” Visibly unable to form words, his mouth fell open, silent cries escaping it. Relishing in his dizziness, you took great pleasure in watching him convulse. You picked up your pace, slamming your hips against his faster.

Donghyuck quivered, sweat rolling down his temples and the sound of his breathy moans, mixing with the one of skin slapping, already filling the room. Pushed over the edge, he spasmed in ecstasy, crying out with his eyes closed. He jolted his hips a few more times, while you lazily undulated yours, eager to ease the ache between your thighs.

Donghyuck looked like a mess, his cheeks were tinted with a pink flush, and his eyes glazed over. “You look all dishevelled, Your Majesty.” you cooed, replacing a strand of hair behind his ear. It wasn’t so bad to be soft and gentle together. However, it seemed only possible when Donghyuck was blissed out, you knew he would never act affectionately outside of the shadows of his room.

Before you knew it, your eyes rolled back, as your back arched, and you felt your hips stuttering as well as your walls fluttering around his cock, when you came with a loud groan. You scratched him hard enough to leave marks in the process. His girth continued to massage your walls comfortably, while heat spread under your skin. You were panting, and biting on your lips hard enough to draw blood, just to prevent yourself from calling his name over and over again.

When the euphoria subsided, you collapsed on top of him. There, you snuggled close to him, one leg over his body. You let the air fill your lungs and cool your sweaty skin, savouring the feeling of relief.

While you laid on top of him, Donghyuck’s hand reached for your back, drawing small patterns on your skin. His feather-light touch surprised you, but you melted into his embrace nonetheless. You laid there in silence for a moment, on top of his heaving chest, before you felt the air thickening. He was about to say something, to ruin this, you sensed it. Propping yourself up on your arms, you faced him, expectant. Donghyuck took a deep breath, before sighing: “I love you.” your eyes widened at his declaration. “Would that change anything?” he asked, staring into your eyes, visibly looking for reciprocity. Gently taking his face in your hands, you leaned down and kissed him with passion. It may not be the answer he was hoping for, but you were unable to give it to him, to say it out loud. It was a more gentle way of saying no.

This would have to continue that way, there was no other. You will live up to both your fates, finding refuge in each other, in stolen instants of intimacy: temporary escapes to your existences. There was no place for love in that situation.

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ghostofhyuck · 7 months ago

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NCT Dream when someone won't stop sending you messages.

AN: Just an unexpected prompt because a former classmate of mine won't stop sending me messages! (Weirdo)

Mark Lee

Mark knows about that guy who you met at your internship. He won't stop chatting you in your social media that you started worrying. "Just mute him," Mark said because he knows that it's hard for you to block and unfollow people who you used to be close with him. You only follow your boyfriend's order and mutes the guy's account on your social media. "If he chats you again, just tell me." Mark said one last time.

Huang Renjun

It's frustrating because you already ignored him on your Instagram, now he's on your Twitter dm. You couldn't help but to let out a frustrated sigh because why can't guys take a fucking hint!? But in a split second, Renjun grabs your phone and you weren't able to stop him from chatting a long-ass message to the guy, telling him to fuck off because he's being a creep, and then presses send. "Don't worry, I put my name below, he should know that you're taken."

Lee Jeno

You only stared at your phone. You don't know what to do when your former classmate sent you another message. He's weird for pressing likes on your ig stories and now, he creepily sent you a "hi." You know that he has some hidden intentions, that's why suddenly, Jeno grabs your phone and sees what you've been staring at. "Jeno ---" "Blocked him for you," your boyfriend said, returning your phone to you. "You shouldn't let people make you uncomfortable."

Lee Donghyuck

"What's his name?" Haechan asked when you told him that your former friend sent you a message once again. You stared at your boyfriend but it seems like he was serious about sending the guy a message since you told him that you're starting to feel uncomfortable with the unsolicited messages. You told him the guy's name and you watch Haechan type on his phone with a serious look. Minutes after, he looks at you and gently smiles, "That'll stop him."

Na Jaemin

You opened your concern to Jaemin when you found out that you had a missed call from your former classmate. It used to be just him sending you a message and no matter how many times you ignore his messages, he would still send you messages. You were in the middle of your rant when you heard your phone's ringtone. Jaemin only smiled at you, asking for your phone in which you gave without any hesitations. "Don't worry princess, I got you." Jaemin said before his expression turned into a serious one.

Zhong Chenle

"Let me see," Chenle looks at the chatbox. It contains nothing but tons of message from that guy you met at a bar, and that was years ago! You were surprised when he started spamming you with messages. "What's his number?" he asked and you only looked at your boyfriend. "Come on, he won't stop unless someone told him to fuck off," you were convinced, giving him the guy's number, and you watch as Chenle let out string of curses at the guy, telling him to stay away from you.

Park Jisung

First, you can't block him because he's a former classmate of yours. Your other classmates will know that you did it and you don't want to cause any drama. Even though you ignored him numerous times, he still won't stop chatting you, even sending you a text message as if he was desperate. Jisung had enough of it, he grabs your phone, blocks him on your phone and returns your phone to you. "If he chats you one more time, I'll expose him if that means shutting him up." your boyfriend said while wearing his sweetest smile.

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jaembun · 11 months ago

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let me show you love.

his favourite subject always has been & always will be you ！⠀⸻⠀na jaemin x gnr ⠀ fluff est. rs ⠀ cw tiny bit suggestive ⠀ wc 2k ⠀ now playing . . ☆

생각⠀having nana withdrawals

jaemin was synonymous with the click of his camera.

it followed him wherever he went, on all outings he could get away with, and on the ones he couldn’t he found his phone to be a worthy enough replacement. for him it seemed to be something of a second nature—he simply had the feeling of what would look perfect, of the best moments to snap a photo of and immortalise forever. he barely had to think before he was raising the viewfinder to his eye and nudging things just so until he was satisfied and pressing the shutter.

his collection was a wide one, one that spanned over too many memory cards to keep track of. he kept all of the ones he’d acquired over the months in an old jewelry box some earrings you’d bought him for a past birthday present had come in, and had decorated it in cat stickers and tacky plastic gems and sharpied scribbles in all of the bright colours he could find.

the photos themselves were of anything that had caught his eye in that moment in time. his cats, the view from the balcony of his apartment overlooking the rest of the city, the stolen split seconds he wanted to keep from your trips together to all sorts of places, the food that he’d eaten, all of your friends both individually and as a whole, always laughing and always painted in such a light you could almost feel the love he had for them all pouring out from the screen. it was anything he wanted and differed from day to day, never staying consistent for too long.

there was only one overarching theme, one thing that was always there. the one thing he had more photos of than anything else. and that was you.

you were—in his own words, whispered into your ears on more occasions than you could count on two hands—his forever muse. it’d be impossible to scroll past five photos he’d taken without one with you in them, even if it was something as small as your blurred hand in motion in the corner, the back of your head in amongst a crowded room, your silhouette turning towards him against the setting sun. jaemin’s work revolved as much around you as it did everything else, and he was never reluctant to make it known.

you didn’t mind, of course. you were happy your boyfriend had found something he so obviously had both a passion and talent for, and put in so much love into doing. it only got a little embarrassing when it came to him printing out his favourites and you were forced to look at countless amounts of yourself in all sorts of places in all sorts of angles all while jaemin cooed over and smiled adoringly at them. it had taken a fair amount of convincing (and an even larger amount of affection) to get him to move the photo of you opposite him at your one-year anniversary dinner, a glass of wine in one hand while the other covered your mouth as you burst out laughing at something he’d said, from the hallway where anyone who walked into your apartment could see to the spare room that he’d made his impromptu study.

the only other problem you had with him using you as his main subject was when he’d choose to snap the pictures. he insisted you looked gorgeous in all of them, no matter what time it was nor what you were doing, and he was so earnest about it that you almost believed him. it didn’t make it any less jarring when you heard the all-too-familiar click whenever you were least expecting it, though.

it came when you were doing the most mundane of things, like catching up on a drama donghyuck had recommended to you while lazing around on the sofa; afternoon sun spilling into the living room.

the main leads were arguing over something or other on screen, all in front of an audience of unfortunate extras. it panned over all the clearly uncomfortable characters witnessing the messy lover’s tiff and your eyes were suddenly drawn to one that looked an awful lot like your boyfriend. the scene cut away again, but you reached over with a groan to where the remote had been carelessly tossed to rewind and pause on the frame.

once it had stopped you called over your shoulder towards the kitchen, where jaemin was most likely throwing something together for a late lunch.

“babe, c’mere. doesn’t this guy look just like you?”

you heard his footsteps moving in your direction, but he didn’t respond, and so you hoisted yourself up to tilt your head over the back of the sofa to see what he was doing.

click.

although your line of sight was currently tipped upside down, the sight of jaemin with his camera in hand was still perfectly clear. you doubted your dirty look came off as very intimidating from your position, but you gave him your worst anyway before shifting upright again to face him.

“is it glued to you, or something? i don’t think anyone could look good upside down—and that includes me.”

he shook his head in vehement denial of your claim, letting his camera fall onto the cushions and flinging his arms around your shoulders.

“you always look good, silly. even upside down, or sideways, or all blurry. trust me.”

you sighed and wrapped your arms around his waist, reluctantly agreeing.

“fine, i’ll let you have it this time. but you didn’t answer my question—doesn’t he look just like you?”

his eyes flitted from yours to the still-paused drama, and his face morphed into an expression of vague disgust.

“did you just say he looks like me? oh my god, no. not in a million years.”

you scoffed and pulled away from the embrace, instead patting the space next to you as jaemin continued to pull faces at the unknowing side character on screen.

“alright, drama queen, it was just a thought. come and sit down, though. i wanna see who wins this fight.”

he hurried to comply, collapsing down next to you and almost immediately making room on your lap for his head after carefully setting his forgotten camera on the coffee table. you reached for the remote again, and carried on with your lazy afternoon in the sun.

or sometimes it came in the moments that were far less boring. the second instance (and arguably the worst) that came to mind was an evening after a date he’d surprised you with after what had been a long week for the both of you. the lights were low in your shared bedroom as you stumbled through the door, jaemin practically clinging to your back with hands on your hips and breath hot in your ear. he nudged the door closed with his foot and tugged you to face him, his smile clear as day even in the dark.

you walked backwards towards the bed, trading kisses and a brief moment of laughter when he almost tripped over the jacket he hurried to shove off of his shoulders, and the way he cushioned your fall onto the mattress even if you both knew it wouldn’t have hurt a bit made a smile stretch across your lips.

his own grin was pressed into your skin when he felt your fingers fumble with his top button, and he slowly pushed away to take over the job. you closed your eyes, anticipating your boyfriend to return to your space soon, but instead—

click.

your eyes shot open, and there you found jaemin with his shirt half off and camera in hand, grin visible even from behind it.

“na jaemin. you cannot be for real right now.”

he had the decency to look a little sheepish as he brought the camera away from his face, one hand setting it down on the bedside table while the other raised in surrender.

“sorry, baby. couldn’t help it.”

you stayed unaffected to his attempts to lighten the mood again, allowing but not reciprocating the kisses he peppered across your face in apology even if you could see him biting his lips to try and hold back his laughter. it didn’t take long before he cracked, trying to muffle the sound into your shoulder despite his own shaking from the force of it. you rolled your eyes and tried to ignore the smile creeping across your own face, pushing yourself to sit up while jaemin settled himself in your lap, the occasional slightly hysterical-sounding giggles still bubbling out of him.

“you really know how to kill the mood, jaem.”

you weren’t actually irritated, not really. it was more a feeling of incredulity at how awful his timing was, if anything. you couldn’t ever really get properly mad at jaemin if you tried—something he knew as well as you did, and so only laughed again at your jab, cuddling in closer and tangling his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck.

“yah, i said sorry. wine and a drama instead? we still haven’t finished sky castle.”

and, as it always seemed to go with jaemin, you were powerless to do anything but agree.

but, really, it was anywhere—no matter the time nor place. when you were barely awake, hair falling into your eyes when you pushed yourself up from where you’d been buried in your pillow and shirt riding up your stomach when you reached to scratch an itch on your shoulder. before you could say a word or blink the sleep out of your eyes you heard a familiar click, and groaned.

“jaem. you have enough unglams of me for a lifetime, cut it out.”

your complaint was paired with a blind swat in his general direction while you rubbed your eyes and shifted to sit up. he dodged easily, snickering, and the next thing you heard was the thud of his camera hitting the mattress and the warm body of your boyfriend dropping himself on top of you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder while his hands settled on your hips.

“unglams and you don’t belong in the same sentence, baby. bedhead looks sexy on you.”

you sighed, hands idly tangling themselves through his hair until your gaze drifted to the object sitting ignored on the bed and flung a hand out towards it, jostling jaemin in place. he whined in protest but stopped when he tilted his head up to face you and, instead of you looking back at him, was met with the lens of his own camera.

a few seconds passed without him moving, lying there unblinking until you huffed and jerked your knee up to nudge him in the stomach.

“you’re supposed to smile, jaem. or at least pose a little.”

that got him out of his short-lived daze, and he complied with your wishes; sending you a bright smile. your finger pressed down on the shutter, and as soon as you’d taken it you were pulling it away from your eyes so you could look at the photo. what greeted you was jaemin in all his glory, smile wide and eyes drifting off somewhere above the camera—to where you were behind it. they looked so soft as they gazed up at you it almost knocked you over, and just as quickly as he had earlier you discarded the object to cup his cheeks in your hands.

“you’re so..”

you trailed off to pinch his skin between your fingers and watch him squirm away, only returning back to his position once you’d reluctantly let go.

“so what?” was his eager question, smile looking more like a smirk.

you refused to give in, giving him nothing but a flat look in return.

“gross,” was your apathetic answer, and you had to hold back a smirk of your own when his complaints instantly began. served him right.

and as he continued to whine in his place sprawled across you, you reached for the camera again to take a second look at the photo—at jaemin. you decided quietly then that you really didn’t mind being his ‘forever muse,’ even if his timing wasn’t always the best.

or rather, you didn’t mind on one condition: that, occasionally, he could be your muse too. maybe you should look into investing in a camera of your own.

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