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[heestoleurgirl]

roomies! nishimura riki 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ texting your cold roommate

genre: crack, fluff pairing: nonchalant!riki x down bad fem!reader tw: none!

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[enhard]

⋆˚𝜗𝜚 steambound — park sunghoon

: showering with your boyfriend didn’t seem like such a bad idea, but he wanted it to take a different path.

pairing: bf!p.sh x fem!reader

cw: smut, fluff, praise kink, pet names, shower sex, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, sunghoon is so slick but he’s a sweetheart ahh, creampie, the littlest bit of degrading (calling you slut once), aftercare, starts off as a normal shower together but..

ENJOY! (MDNI)

You’re lying with your boyfriend, Sunghoon, in his dorm room bed, lights dim and some quiet ambiental music playing.

“I love you” you hear him whisper, while you’re straddled on top of him resting your head on his chest. “I love you too, baby.” You softly kiss his collarbone.

You sit there in silence cuddling for a few minutes before you groan, lifting your head to look at him. He opens his eyes feeling that you moved. “What’s wrong angel?” You run your hands through his hair. “I need to go shower… but I might fall asleep first…”

“If you shower now, you can sleep even better.” he smiles a bit. “You’re right.” You slowly sit up, stretching a bit before getting out of bed.

You grab your towels and everything needed, and finally head to Sunghoon’s personal bathroom. As you get in the shower, you close the glass door and turn on the water. The hot spritz hits your skin, causing you to get warm again. The whole bathroom starts steaming, the gentle sound of the water circulating throughout the room.

After grabbing your shampoo bottle, you hear the bathroom door open, quickly turning your head towards it… as if you could see through the glass. “Princess it’s just me” you hear your boyfriend say, followed by the sound of the door closing behind him. You get back to your shampoo. “Oh hey, need anything?” you ask. He walks towards the glass door, sliding it open to look straight at you. It surprises you a bit but you just smile. “Could I join you?” he looks straight into your eyes. you look a bit stunned but ultimately nod. “Of.. course.. come on.” You both have seen each other naked before but you never showered together, there’s a first time for anything right?

He takes his clothes off one by one, placing them on the sink before getting in as fast as he can to close the door. The air was chilly outside the shower cabin, especially with how he opened the door so you got chills from it. He stands right in front of you, giving you a small kiss as the water hits his back. he leans his head back to wet his hair, running his hand through it multiple times. You just can’t stop smiling seeing your boyfriend in the shower with you.. something you never thought would happen today.

You stare at him a little bit more, especially his body as he gets it all wet, but after you just mind your own business, turning around and lathering your hair, scrubbing your scalp with your fingertips. “Wait, my love.” he says softly, making you take your hand away. He begins massaging your head, really taking his time scrubbing your hair to the best extent. You just close your eyes, leaning your head back to let him have better access.

“Why couldn’t we do this earlier… feels so good.” you say, smiling. He laughs a bit, insisting on scrubbing the back of your head. “Good thing we are doing it now, you like it?” he leans in to give your shoulder a kiss. “It’s so relaxing, I should try it on you as well..” you say. He moves you to the shower head, letting all that soap rinse off your head, protecting your face by putting his palm on your forehead like an umbrella. “Your hair’s gotten longer. So pretty.” he praises, and you smile. “Isn’t it a pain to wash?” he shakes his head. “Not when i’m washing yours.”

After he rinses well, you turn back around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you, let me wash your hair now.” he does a small nod. “I love you more. Let me get you my shampoo.” He says, leaning forward to grab his own bottle, handing it to you. You take it, spurting a small amount of shampoo into your palm. You emulsify before applying it to his soaking wet hair. You struggle a little to massage it real well into his hair, raising yourself up on your toes. “You’re too tall, I can’t reach that well.” you sigh, and he resolves it by sitting down on the small shower bench incorporated in the shower cabin. You easily have access to his hair now, so you continue scrubbing with your fingers. You get all in behind his ears, the back of his head and his favourite spot, close to his forehead. He lets out a few groans, the sound of the water blending into the background.

You continue smiling while insisting harder on it, circling around and moving back and forth. He closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling too much. “Never thought you would love this so much, baby.” you tease, and he bends his neck in all ways to get you to massage everywhere. “Why do you think I always fall asleep to your head massages?” he asks. “Oh that’s right. You’re so cute.” you smile.

You continue your massage for a few more minutes, and when you stop he whines. “Mm.. is it already over?” he pouts. “You can always get more, just ask. Now let’s wash up before someone scolds us.” you tilt your head.

He suddenly grabs your waist, pulling you towards him. He gives your tummy multiple kisses, getting closer and closer to your navel.

“You’re tickling me.” you giggle, grabbing onto his shoulders. He looks up at you, giving your abdomen one last kiss before standing up. He towers over you again, grabbing the soap you’re gonna use for your bodies. He lathers the soap in his hands, before rubbing them on your abdomen. He soaps up your stomach real good before moving up to your chest. “Can I?” he looks up at you. “Of course, can touch me anywhere.” you both smile. He brushes his hands over your nipples, gently cupping your tits. He plays with them a bit, not even being able to wash you like he swore he would. You look up at him as he’s absorbed in your tits. “Got a little distracted?” you laugh. He shakes his head, massaging them a bit before moving up to your collarbone. “My bad… it’s hard to stay focused when you look so attractive.” he bites his lip. “You’re so hot when you say that. You can continue.” and he nods. He moves his hand down your arms, immediately jumping to your legs. He kneels down, giving you a smile before tracing his palms along your hips. You smile back at him, grabbing his forearm. He leaves bubbles all over your thighs, making risky circles around your inner thighs. He moves down your legs to your feet. After he’s done, he makes you turn around. “Let me wash your back too.” he says.

He continues by lathering your back with more soap, scratching it for you. He moves down your lower back to your ass, where he grabs it without any warning. He squeezes it a few times, before moving his hand down your pussy, rubbing his fingers on your core making you jump. “Hoon… what are you doing..” you say, barely resisting his movements. “Let me make you feel good.” he says, rubbing them forward, reaching your clit. Your legs slightly part, letting him circle your clit the best he can. You let out a small moan, leaning your head back. He rubs his fingers back and forth again, stopping at your core to insert both his fingers inside you. You really moan now, grabbing onto the wall. He pumps his fingers inside you while squeezing your ass with his other hand. “You’re doing so well for me, princess.”

You shut your eyes, beginning to struggle on his fingers. “Sunghoon that feels.. so good. Faster… please.” he nods before picking up his pace, curling his fingers right onto your g-spot. You let out a screech, leaning your head forward now. “Right there… oh my… i’m—” you get cut off by another moan. He smiles hearing it, reaching to rub your clit again with his other hand. You’re shaking under his touch and he can’t help but get hornier as time goes on. It doesn’t take long before you reach the edge, trying so hard not to finish before warning him. “I’m..gonna.. cum.. please..” you cry out. He keeps his pace constant, allowing you to finish. “Doing so well for me, my love. You’re so perfect.” he praises. You bottom out on his fingers, grasping the cold tiles as hard as you can. Your shaking orgasm washes over you as he pulls his fingers out. “There we go, pretty girl.”

You pant against the wall, before slowly turning around to face him. You grab onto his built arms, squeezing his skin. “Let me wash your body now, that’s what we were doing, right?” you give him a slight smile while looking into his eyes. He stares at your lips, nodding.

You grab the soap again, lathering it in your hands before running your palms all over his pecs, down to his abdomen. You move your hands up and down, feeling every inch of his body. You move up to his shoulders, going down his arms, grabbing his biceps with every occasion. “You’ve gotten so built, no?” you say. “You like it? I’ve been going to the gym with Jay lately.” you raise your eyebrows. “Oh really? I should see you work out soon, then.” you move your hands to his forearms, then intertwine your fingers with his. “Would you be able to resist?” he teases. “Can’t promise anything.” You shrug your shoulders and he smiles.

You jump dangerously close to his v-line, tracing your fingers on the dented lines in his skin. “Are you gonna let me go lower?” you look up at him. “Maybe, if I hear you say please.” he caresses your cheek. You roll your eyes.

“Please let me give you a handjob.”

He stares into your eyes for a moment, then he just gives you a slight nod. You smile, already grabbing his half-hard cock. Stroking it, you can feel it getting more erect with each stroke. By the time he’s fully hard, you’re already picking up your pace, squeezing his tip every time you reach it. He stands there, juggling between looking at you and looking at your hand. The water hits his back once again, washing away all the soap you distributed on his abdomen. “Keep going.” he says in a cool tone, making sure you keep that pace he loves so much. You nod, smiling down at his swollen cock. You place your hand in his abdomen, feeling the strings of water running down his skin, now making contact with your fingers. You feel every muscle under his skin, squeezing at his pecs as usual. He lets out low grunts, licking his lips a few times. “How is it, baby?” you ask. He closes his eyes. “Feels good. Do think.. your pussy would feel better.. though..” he slightly whispers, his words getting interrupted by the sound of the water anyway.

“Oh yeah? wanna test that theory out?” you say, grabbing at his tip again and he flinches. “Fuck— yeah… let’s do it..” You both smile at each other. You take your hands completely off him, letting him do the work now. However, you see him just standing there.. actually waiting for you to do something. “…Well? aren’t you gonna throw me around, mr. strong man?” you say sarcastically, and he immediately pulls you into his embrace. He grabs your waist tightly as he gives you a small kiss. “Let me take care of you.” You smile at him, not expecting such an answer at this moment but.. your boyfriend has always been nice to you. “I don’t mind that either..” you say, giving him another kiss.

He uses his hands to slowly turn you around, tilting his head to pepper kisses all over your neck, wet sounds escaping his mouth with each kiss. He pushes you against the cold shower tiles, glueing your chest and cheek to it. He continues kissing your neck, to your back until you start whining for more. “Hoon.. please…. I need you so bad.” you say. He smiles before replying. “You’re so impatient.” He grabs your ass, fondling it before grabbing his cock to grind against you.

He teases your wet pussy multiple times with his tip. He stops right at the entrance, slapping your ass with his other hand while doing so. “Inside… please.. please.” you beg. He kisses your shoulder, slowly shoving it inside you as you go. Once he gets his whole length in, he stops for a few seconds to let you adjust, beginning to thrust only when he knows you’re ready. “You’re doing so well my love. You always take it so good.” he praises. You leave out little noises, really letting him feel your insides, spreading your legs more and more with each thrust of his.

He’s going slow, but deep. It feels way more intimate this way, with his nose so close to your ear, you can hear his interrupted breathing mixed with the sound of water. You enjoy it quite a bit, sneaking your hand down to your clit just to circle it multiple times. Your moans pick up their intensity, the sound getting overbearing even for the water. “You’re lucky we’re doing this in the shower, you’re louder than usual, baby.” he says. You nod against the tiles, arching your back even more against him. “Go faster..” you plead, and he does. He significantly changes his rhythm, making your thighs shake already. The sound of your skin slapping is getting enhanced by the wet environment, however you’ve both grown to love that sound. You start bouncing yourself on him, and he stops thrusting to let you do just that. You push your ass back and forth on him, wrapping around him so well.

He slaps your ass again, making you flinch. “Such a good girl for me, didn’t know you were this desperate.” he smiles. “I need you so bad.” you say, almost drooling on your own words. You speed up even more, grabbing the tiles with both hands now, putting all your force into swinging yourself. Sunghoon leaves out a moan, grabbing your waist with one hand. That sudden change caught him off guard, making him bottom out again. “Fuck, that feels so good. You’re gonna make me cum soon.” he says. You smile widely hearing that wishing for that as bad as ever. He moves his hand from your waist to your clit, his slender fingers exploring your upper folds, going forward to your clit again, rubbing, slapping and abusing it until you become a moaning mess as you fuck yourself onto him.

He leans forward, really pushing your body downwards into a somewhat doggy position. He grabs one of your tits with one hand, keeping his other fixated on your clit. “Already tired? Come on, keep going.” he speaks when he feels you slow down. “I can’t d..do it anymore..” you cry. “Oh really? my poor girl can’t whore herself out on me cause she’s tired?” he teases and you cannot stop moaning and shaking your head. “Let me lend you a hand.” he says, before successfully keeping you in place, before thrusting into you like never before.

He has a speed that he didn’t think he could reach, he’s fucking you so fast you barely have time to react. The slaps are so frequent you’re both surprised how nobody came to see what was going on. Must be better that way anyway, cause Sunghoon’s busy making both of you feel good. You finally clench around his dick, leaving out moans so hot its driving him insane. “Hoon… I need.. to ..cum..” you gulp. He keeps his pace consistent, breathing through his mouth already. “Cum for me, sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum all over like I want you to.” he leads you on. With a few more rapid thrusts, you finish, legs shaking under him. You thought you were gonna slip and fall, but he’s holding you firmly.

“Oh..God..” you whisper out. He smiles at you, getting closer to his release as well due to your constant movement. He pounds into you like an animal, barely caring about anything that’s happening around him. He always does this when he’s about to cum, making sure that you feel the most satisfied beforehand. He leaves out moans more frequently, his pace definitely getting more inconsistent. “Baby.. please..” he begs out not being able to finish his sentence. “Cum inside me… come on..” you say breathlessly. He follows your orders with no objections of course, coming undone with a few more thrusts. He grabs your hips tightly while leaving slow thrusts as he cums inside. He jerks his head back, closing his eyes in pleasure. After his high calms down, he pulls out, giving his cock a few more strokes.

You both breathe heavily, part of his cum oozing out of you rapidly. You don’t worry about it too much, knowing you’ll wash yourselves up anyway. The night followed with yet another round of a shower, a normal one this time, where Sunghoon really took his time making sure you know you’re loved, hugging you, kissing you, washing you up real well.

“I love you so much.” You look at him with admiration.

“I love you more princess. Now let me wash those breasts.” He says, focused.

“Hoon, you already lathered them in soap 2 times.” You giggle.

The night ended with lots of cuddles in bed, feeling so tired after two things that make you sleepy at the same time, showers and sex.

[lvvstruck]

PLEASEE THIS CUTIE

DOWN BAD TEXTS ⋆ 희승

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[miujo]

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[secret-moonstruck]

WAKE ME UP | ENHYPEN

— Pairing: enhypen x fem!reader | (Masterlist)

— Synopsis: You decide to wake them up in a special way.

— Genre: smut

— Warnings: oral sex, praising, making out, begging, cum eating.

— Notes: I'm new to this writing thing, and English is not my first language. Sorry for not writing so well, I wish to improve and bring better and well-written stories.

Heeseung: It hadn't been long since you had gone to sleep when you woke up feeling Heeseung hard against you, for a moment you were surprised, then you remembered one of his fantasies so you couldn't help but smile.

Carefully not to wake him you turned to face him, then started pumping his member but then a better idea came into your mind when you heard him moan. Turning on top of him, mounting him, rubbing against his erection, you were startled when suddenly his hands grabbed your waist tightly and your body was thrown against the bed. Not long after, you were already a mess of moans and tears as he fiercely pushed himself inside you.

Jake: You heard that Jake went to practice earlier than the others so you decided to surprise him. But when you entered the room you saw him sleeping, he was so tired that instead of practicing he ended up sleeping while watching the choreography video. You decided to give him a gift to cheer him up. Sitting next to him you ran your hands down his body until you reached his pants, touching him slowly with gentle movements, feeling him get excited you moved closer to kiss his lips, he woke up confused, but soon let out a moan when he felt your hands.

- Please continue Y/N. - He said, laying his head back on the sofa. 

His hand now directly pumping his exposed member, bending over him using his mouth to finish the job, which didn't take long.

He was very happy with his gift, when the members arrived they were surprised that he was so excited and willing to rehearse.

Jay: It was quiet on the plane, everyone was asleep, but you were bored. As you watched Jay something popped into your mind. With a smile you slid your hand under the blanket that was on his lap, sneaking into his pants and boxers, before long he was already hard under your touches, but your little play didn't last long, soon you felt a tightness around you wrist, when he looked at your eyes, a shiver run through your body.. You rarely saw him with that expression, and when you did, you knew you were in trouble. 

- Again being dirty in public, you know very well what happens when you do that, don't you?

And yes you knew it, he would punish you until he made you cry. Your legs shook in anticipation as he dragged her to the back of the plane. Before being pushed into the bathroom you saw the flight attendant's irritated look, but you didn't have time to feel embarrassed. 

Sunghoon: You were going to spend the day together, so you went to the dorm early but he was still sleeping.

When you entered his room a smile appeared on your face, he was sleeping so fully that you felt a little guilty for the thought that invaded your mind, but he himself said he found it interesting, why not?

Silently you sat on the bed next to him, your hands sliding under the cover until you reached him, slowly you began to caress him, it didn't take long for him to be extremely hard in your hands, as he moaned in his sleep. You watched as his eyes slowly opened, how his shocked expression was soon replaced by a dirty smile.

- A good way to wake up. - He said pulling her for a kiss.

The way he seemed more wild and aggressive made you realize that you were going to pay dearly for your little joke.

Sunoo: When you woke up and heard a low moan you ignored it, but when you heard it again but this time your name you froze. 

When you turned around you saw your boyfriend still sleeping, his expression tense, then you heard another groan. Then a smile appeared on your face… was that perverted little boy having a dirty dream about you? As soon as the thought arose you were already under the covers, with him in your mouth, moans coming from him more frequently, even in his dream he moved wanting more, soon you felt him tense up and noticed that he was waking up. You looked at him as he removed the covers in surprise.

- Y/N...what are you...? - He tried to speak but instead another moan left his lips. 

It didn't take long for him to come in you mouth.

- Um… Thank you for breakfast. - You said after swallowing everything. His expression was priceless, but also dangerous.

Jungwon: The movie was halfway through when you noticed that Jungwon was sleeping, he insisted on watching and fell asleep, you rolled your eyes in annoyance. When you remembered him saying something about being woken up in a special way, you thought it might be a good way to get your “revenge”.

To confirm that he was sleeping you slowly began to touch him over his sweatpants, while massaging his member you smiled as he became hard under your touch, when you heard him moan you pulled his pants along with his boxers showing off his erection.

Your tongue running along his length, when you licked the tip you felt a hand on your head.

- Really a bitch. You didn't even wait for me to wake up.. - Before pushing himself into her mouth

Niki: You were on a trip to the beach with your friends. Apart from Jay who was driving everyone had slept. Your hands were intertwined with Niki's under a blanket you always took with you on trips. As he slept he ended up pulling his hand further up into his lap, a light went on in his head. Releasing his hand you began to slowly massage him still over his pants, you felt him getting excited and continued touching him, a moan left his lips and you froze when Heeseung who was on the bench in front of you looked back. You pretended to be distracted looking away, he ignored you and turned back.

Not long after, he let out another moan but this time louder, this time everyone turned to you, at the exact moment he woke up and groaned again. Pulling back your hand you wanted to disappear in embarrassment while they complained about you being dirty.

— Note2: Sorry if it's not good, I'll try to improve it.

[thatfeelinwhenyou]

SAFE & SOUND — part 2

Navigating one year post-apocalypse, when the dead began to walk and the living proved to be no better, you decide that trust is a luxury you can no longer afford. But after a run-in with a group of seven peculiar survivors, you learn that there are bigger problems than just the undead roaming the streets. You also start to wonder if there’s more to survival than simply staying alive.

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MASTERLIST

Warmth.

The first thing you notice when you wake is the warmth of the sun on your face, its golden light filtering through the gaps in the trees. You blink against the brightness, disoriented for a moment as you sit up abruptly. That’s when you realise your head had been resting on Jungwon’s lap.

He’s still there, sitting exactly where you left him, his blade resting against the wooden railing. His posture is stiff, and there are faint shadows under his eyes, but his gaze remains focused on the treeline, sharp and unwavering.

“You didn’t sleep,” you say, your voice hoarse from disuse. It’s not a question—it’s an observation, one that feels heavier than it should.

He glances at you, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Didn’t want to risk it,” he says simply, as though staying awake all night was no big deal.

Your brow furrows, guilt creeping into your chest. “I thought we were switching shifts.”

He shrugs, leaning back slightly against the railing. “You looked like you needed it more.”

You stare at him, the weight of his words sinking in. He barely knows you, yet he gave up his rest so you could have yours. The realisation sits uncomfortably, making your chest tighten.

“Thanks,” you say quietly, the word feeling inadequate. “But you didn’t have to—”

“I know,” he interrupts, his tone light but firm. “It’s fine, I didn’t think i would’ve been able to sleep anyway.”

The camp below begins to stir, the others waking slowly as the day takes hold. You glance down, watching as Sunoo stretches lazily, Sunghoon stokes the embers of the dying fire, and Jay mutters something under his breath, clearly not a morning person.

“You should get down there,” Jungwon says, his voice pulling your attention back to him. “Grab something to eat before they take it all.”

“What about you?” you ask, still uneasy with the thought of him staying awake all night.

“I’ll eat later,” he says, waving off your concern as he finally stands, stretching his arms above his head. “Someone has to keep an eye on things while everyone else sleeps in.”

For a moment, you consider arguing, but the look in his eyes tells you it’s not worth it. Jungwon’s sense of responsibility runs deeper than you realised, and while it frustrates you, it’s also hard not to respect it.

“Alright,” you say finally, climbing down the ladder. But as you reach the ground and glance back up at him, the faint guilt lingers.

You sit by the dying fire, its faint warmth barely reaching your skin as the morning unfolds around you. Despite the ache in your body and the exhaustion clawing at your mind, you can’t stop your eyes from darting across the camp, taking in the subtle movements of the group. 

There’s a rhythm to them, an unspoken flow in the way they interact, as though every task and gesture has already been decided without a single word being spoken. It’s not chaos, not the haphazard scramble you’re used to seeing in desperate survivors. It’s something else. Something deliberate.

The longer you watch, the clearer it becomes that they aren’t just a random assortment of people who happened to survive together. The dynamics of this group, odd as they may be, seem to work, each person carrying out a role that seems as vital as breathing. 

You hate to admit it, but it intrigues you. There’s a part of you—a part you thought you buried—that wants to understand how they make it work. Against your better judgment, you can feel your curiosity growing, clawing at you for answers.

One thing, however, is abundantly clear: Jungwon is the leader.

You spot him high up on the watchtower, his silhouette outlined against the soft glow of the rising sun. His arms are crossed, his posture relaxed but alert as he surveys the camp below. He doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t bark orders, yet the others seem to fall into line as if guided by an invisible tether.

“Hey,” Sunoo’s voice cuts through your thoughts, jolting you slightly. He’s seated across from you, fiddling with a dented tin cup and flashing one of his easy, disarming smiles. “Jungwon figured that if you’re going to be staying, it’d be better to let you in on how things work around here.”

Staying. You’re not entirely sure about that.

The idea of staying with a group, of being around people again, stirs something uneasy inside you. It’s not a fear of them—it’s a fear of what comes with them. The horror of your past still clings to you like a second skin, a constant reminder of what it means to care, to hope, and then to lose. You’re not sure you’re ready to open yourself up to that again.

Because staying with people means watching them die. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but eventually.

Not to say this group will meet the same fate—but in this world, there’s no guarantee of survival, no matter how capable or united they seem. Death isn’t a possibility; it’s an inevitability. The only question is when.

You’ve seen it before—how quickly things can go wrong. How one misstep, one unlucky moment, can unravel everything. Staying means becoming a part of something, and a part of you wonders if you’ve got anything left to give. After all, what’s the point of building something that will inevitably collapse?

“It’ll help you understand why we do what we do,” comes another voice from behind. You start slightly, not having noticed Jungwon’s approach. He settles on the log beside you, his presence calm yet commanding, as if he’s somehow taken control of the conversation without trying.

Sunoo leans forward, his grin widening. “Alright, listen up. Starting with our fearless leader over here—Jungwon.” He gestures dramatically, and Jungwon rolls his eyes, though there’s a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “He’s our strategist, the one who keeps us alive by figuring out where to go, when to move, and how to deal with… well, everything.”

Jungwon exhales through his nose, shaking his head slightly. “Someone has to keep you lot in line,” he says dryly, though there’s no malice in his tone.

“Whatever you say, captain,” Sunoo replies, offering a mock salute before turning his attention to Heeseung. 

The man sits at the edge of camp, methodically sharpening a blade. “Next, we’ve got Heeseung, our scout and tracker. He’s got the best eyes out of all of us. If there’s something—or someone—out there, he’ll find it first.”

“And that grump over there?” Sunoo gestures toward Jay, who’s seated a short distance away, carefully cleaning his pistol with a precision that borders on obsessive. “Jay’s our long-range shooter. Best shot we’ve got. He’d never admit it, but he’s saved all our asses more times than we can count.”

“Jake,” Sunoo continues, pointing toward the man currently inspecting a med kit, “is our medic. If you get hurt, he’s the one you want patching you up. And don’t worry, he actually knows what he’s doing, and not just throwing plasters on everything hoping for the best.”

Jake smirks faintly, his hands moving deftly as he tosses a roll of bandages into the kit. “I was in pre-med before all this,” he says, his tone light but tinged with a quiet seriousness. “It’s not anything impressive, but it’s enough to keep us alive. Just don’t make me work too hard, alright?”

“And then there’s Sunghoon,” Sunoo says, his tone growing slightly more dramatic, “our weapons expert and close-range fighter. If it comes down to it, he’s the one who’ll keep the rest of us breathing.”

Sunghoon glances up from where he’s tinkering with a makeshift blade. “And by ‘close-range fighter,’ he means I’m the one who has to deal with the messy stuff,” he says dryly, though there’s a faint glimmer of pride in his eyes.

“And then there’s me,” Sunoo adds, placing a hand on his chest with mock seriousness. “Diplomat. Negotiator. The one who talks us out of—or into—trouble, depending on the situation.”

“Mostly into trouble,” Jake interjects, his voice carrying a faint edge of amusement.

Sunoo waves him off with an exaggerated sigh before turning to the cheekiest of the group. “And last but not least, Ni-ki, our little magic hands. If it’s broken, he can fix it. If it’s running, he can make it run faster.”

Ni-ki, who’s crouched by the van inspecting its undercarriage, glances up briefly. “Yeah, and if you want it to work, don’t touch it,” he says, his tone sharp but not entirely unfriendly.

The pieces start to fall into place, the dynamic clicking in a way that almost makes sense. You find yourself both impressed and uneasy, the thought of fitting into something so cohesive feeling alien to you.

Sunoo tilts his head, his gaze meeting yours. “And you? What about you?”

The question catches you off guard, and for a moment, you don’t know how to respond. You’ve been on your own for so long, your only role has been survival. You’ve never had to think about what you could bring to the table—only about what you could take to stay alive. And in that sense, staying would be a terrible idea.

Then again, these people clearly know what they’re doing. It doesn't hurt to be around people that will keep you alive.

“I guess… I’m figuring that out,” you say finally, your voice quieter now.

Sunoo studies you for a moment before nodding, his grin softening. “Stick around long enough, and we’ll figure it out too.”

About three days have passed in their camp, and you’re beginning to entertain the possibility of staying with them. They work well together, almost seamlessly. It’s not something you just discovered, but the more you witness their dynamics, the more in awe you are. 

You can’t help but wonder: if the community building you were part of had been like this, would it have fallen the way it did? Maybe with them, you finally have a real shot at staying alive.

Most of them seem to have opened up to the idea of you sticking around—at least, you think they have. Truthfully, the only people who’ve expressed any contentment with your presence are Sunoo and Jake. But that’s likely because they’re the ones you’ve spent the most time with. They’re always in camp, managing supplies and rations, keeping the place running while the others head out.

And, of course, because you’re not allowed to leave camp. Orders from Jungwon—though you suspect Jay had a hand in that decision too. You figure it’s less about keeping you safe and more about making sure you don’t fuck up their rhythm.

Speaking of Jungwon, you’ve noticed something about the way the group operates: his words hold a lot of weight here. And not just because he’s the leader.

Even after spending the last few nights on watch with him, sharing quiet conversations under the stars while the others slept, you still haven’t quite figured it out. There’s an ease to the way he interacts with the group, a quiet authority that doesn’t need to be forced.

Every decision, every movement, seems to flow through him first. But it’s not in a micromanaging or authoritarian way. It’s just… natural. The others look to him, wait for him to weigh in, like his judgment is the glue holding them together. He doesn’t shy away from it either, even when it’s clear the burden weighs heavily on him. 

Whatever this group’s flaws, it’s clear Jungwon holds them together, even at the expense of himself. And maybe, just maybe, you’re starting to understand why.

He’s not the leader because he demands it—but because the others trust him to be. 

It works for them, clearly. They function like a well-oiled machine, each person playing their role with practiced efficiency. But if you’re being honest, you find it a little risky.

To have everyone’s lives hinge on one person’s decisions? To place that much responsibility on a single set of shoulders?

It’s a dangerous gamble. For even the strongest leaders have their breaking point. And if Jungwon ever falters, you wonder what will happen to the rest of them.

You’ve also learned that they only leave the camp unattended during high-stakes expeditions, like the one back in the city. Other than that, it’s almost always Jungwon, Heeseung, Sunghoon, or Jay who take turns heading out. And even then, they only leave when it’s absolutely necessary.

Not to hunt. Not to scavenge.

They don’t hunt. They’re surviving off the food they stole when they escaped The Future.

It’s a startling revelation, one that lingers in the back of your mind every time you watch them ration out supplies. Even though you know Heeseung is perfectly capable of hunting, they don’t take the risk.

No, when they go out, it’s not for food or water. It’s to cover their tracks and secure the perimeter. To ensure that no trace of their last expedition leads anyone back to this camp, which you suspect is also another reason why they don’t let you leave. 

Ni-ki is harder to figure out. He’s a wild card—sometimes he goes out when needed, but otherwise, he stays behind to keep watch. These past few days, though, Jay has been staying in camp too, and it’s clear he’s still wary of you. He doesn’t trust you, not fully. He doesn’t sleep when you’re on watch and makes sure you’re never alone with any of the others for too long.

Aside from Jungwon, Jake, and Sunoo, you haven’t exchanged many words with the rest. Even when everyone’s in camp, the conversations are minimal.

Most of them don’t like talking about their lives before the world fell apart. And you understand. What’s the point in reminiscing about a time that no longer exists? It only makes the loss worse, reminding you of everything you could have had.

Well, most of them feel that way—except for Sunoo.

He talks endlessly, filling the silences around camp with anecdotes and bits of his past. You’ve learned from helping him manage supplies that he was in law school before everything fell apart. It makes sense, given how much he talks. He’s always negotiating, always diffusing tension with his words.

When he asked you what you did before the world ended, you kept it vague, telling him you were in school too.

And yet, despite the distance, they’ve started treating you like one of their own. It’s been a long time since you’ve gone days without starving, and for the first time in forever, you almost feel like you’ve found a safe haven.

But before you even have the chance to fully sit with the idea of staying, your attention is drawn to Jungwon, who’s making his way over to Heeseung. His movements are careful, deliberate, and the moment they begin talking, it’s clear the conversation isn’t meant for everyone’s ears. Still, their words are loud enough to reach you from where you’re sitting by the logs.

“Heeseung, how’s our food situation?” Jungwon asks, his expression serious, his brows furrowed in thought.

Heeseung glances around briefly, his sharp eyes scanning the camp before leaning in closer to Jungwon. “We’ve depleted almost everything we took from The Future. With our current resources, it’ll last us about a week.” He pauses, then adds in a lower voice, “Well, less now that we have…”

Heeseung’s gaze shifts toward you, and you realise a second too late that you’ve been staring. Your eyes meet his, and he stiffens, clearly caught off guard by your attention. His words trail off, but the meaning behind them hangs in the air, unspoken yet deafeningly clear.

A wave of guilt washes over you, sharp and overwhelming.

That’s right. You’re just another mouth for them to feed. Another person whose survival they’re now responsible for.

You hadn’t thought about it before, not really. But now, it hits you like a freight train. Every bite you take, every resource you use—it’s something they can’t spare, something that might have kept one of them alive just a little longer.

And that triggers something in you.

You lower your gaze, suddenly unable to hold Heeseung’s. The weight of your presence in their camp feels heavier than ever, and the resolve you thought you’d solidified earlier begins to shift.

Staying with them, trusting them, letting them trust you—it’s not just about your own safety anymore. It’s about what your presence costs them. And that’s not something you can ignore.

So, you make up your mind there and then.

The next opportunity you get, you’ll leave. Leave and never turn back.

They don’t entirely trust you, but they don’t distrust you enough to keep you at arm’s length, either. They let you into their camp, shared their food, their fire. They even explained how they work together, the roles they each play. Yet, you remain an outsider, lingering on the edges of their tight-knit circle. And you know, deep down, that’s exactly where you belong.

So when the opportunity arises—though you’re not sure when you’ll have a moment alone long enough to slip away unnoticed—you’ll leave. You won’t even take anything with you. Just slip into the shadows and disappear before they even realise you’re gone. No attachments, no debts, no goodbyes. That’s how it has to be.

But not yet. Not until you’ve made sure they’re safe. 

Despite your resolve, you can’t bring yourself to abandon them while the unknown danger you and Jungwon discussed the night you met them still lingers. Not after everything they’ve done, not after the way they fought to protect each other, to protect you. That’s right, you still owe them for saving your life and feeding you these past few days.

So you’ll wait. Watch for the right moment. Repay your debts. And when it comes—when the threat has passed, and the dust has settled—you’ll leave. Without hesitation. Without looking back.

But that selfless thought is, in itself, an act of caring—you just haven’t realised it yet.

Jungwon and Heeseung return from their quiet discussion, their expressions unreadable. Without needing to say a word, the group instinctively gathers around the fire that has long gone out. The way they move, as if summoned by some unspoken signal, is fascinating. No commands are given, no prompting required.

Just the sheer presence of Jungwon.

“We’ll have to send a team out to hunt,” Jungwon begins, his voice calm but firm as his sharp gaze sweeps across the group. “Latest before noon. If we leave then, we can make it back before dusk.”

Jake, sitting with his legs crossed, looks up sharply. “Hunt? Are we out of food already?” Concern threads through his voice, his usual calm demeanour faltering just slightly.

Jungwon doesn’t answer immediately, his focus flickering toward Heeseung, who nods in silent confirmation. “We’re low,” Jungwon says finally.

“I mean, we do have one more mouth to feed,” Jay mutters, his tone biting as he glances at you. He clicks his tongue in annoyance, leaning back slightly, his arms crossed. It’s not the first jab he’s made, but it stings more than you’d like to admit.

You force yourself to keep your expression neutral, meeting his gaze evenly. If anything, you’re oddly relieved by his hostility. At least someone here is keeping their guard up around you. Someone who doesn’t want to trust you, who wants you gone. You can’t explain why, but you hope it stays that way. It feels safer, somehow, for at least one person to see you as an outsider—a liability.

It makes leaving easier to justify.

“Jay,” Jungwon’s voice cuts through the moment, sharp but not angry. It’s enough to make Jay’s expression shift slightly, though he doesn’t apologise.

The silence that follow is heavy, Jungwon’s words settling over the group like a cold wind. The reality of their situation is clear—if they don’t find food soon, things are going to get a lot harder. And none of them, not even Jay, have to ask for you to know you should be the one to do it.

“I’ll go,” you say, your voice firm despite the nervous knot forming in your stomach. All eyes snap to you, the weight of their gazes almost crushing.

Jungwon raises an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. “You?”

You nod, holding his gaze. “You need every fighter you can spare here, and I can handle myself. I’d hate to sit around and do nothing all day, like a parasite. Let me help.”

“At least she’s self-aware,” Jay mutters under his breath, earning a sharp glare from Sunoo.

The air grows thick with tension, the subtle coo of morning birds the only sound as the group processes your words. Heeseung is the first to break the silence, pushing himself to his feet. “I’ll go too,” he says, his tone matter-of-fact. “If she’s going out there, someone has to track. I’m not sending anyone out blind.”

Jay lets out a sharp, humourless laugh, shaking his head as he rises to his feet. “Yeah, no. If Heeseung’s going, I’m going. Someone has to make sure this doesn’t blow up in our faces.” His words are pointed, his glare fixed on you. It’s clear he doesn’t trust you, and he’s not about to risk Heeseung’s safety over it.

You bite back a retort, understanding his scepticism even if it stings. Heeseung glances at him but doesn’t argue, his focus already shifting to what the group will need for the trip.

“I’ll go too,” Jungwon says suddenly, standing up from the log. His tone is steady, but you can see the tension in his shoulders, the calculation in his eyes. “We can’t take chances with this.”

“No, you can’t go,” you say quickly, before he can cement the decision. The firmness in your voice catches him off guard, his brow furrowing as he turns to you. The rest of the group falls silent, thrown by your sudden declaration. Usually, whatever Jungwon says goes, so for you to challenge him is clearly a first.

The awkwardness is suffocating, the weight of everyone’s stares pressing down on you. You take a small step closer to Jungwon, lowering your voice so only he can hear. 

“They need you here,” you whisper, your voice steady but insistent. “If you leave, that’s four people left at camp—two of whom isn’t much of a fighter.”

Jungwon’s jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing slightly. “They can handle themselves. It’s not the first time I’m leaving anyway,” he replies, his voice calm but firm.

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “But it’s clear they’re rattled by the food shortage. They’re anxious, Jungwon, whether they’re saying it out loud or not.” You glance briefly at the others, noting the subtle tension in their postures, the way their gazes flit to Jungwon as if waiting for reassurance.

“You’re their leader,” you continue, your voice soft. “You’re the reason they stay focused, the reason they trust they’ll make it through the next day. If something happens to you out there...” You let the sentence hang, the weight of the implication settling heavy between you both.

Jungwon’s expression falters for a fraction of a second, the barest flicker of uncertainty crossing his face before he schools it back into something unreadable. He doesn’t respond immediately, and you think he’s going to argue. But then his gaze softens slightly, his eyes narrowing in thought.

“And you think you can handle this?” he whispers, his voice softer now but no less serious.

“I do,” you reply firmly. “Heeseung knows what he’s doing, and Jay clearly won’t let anything happen to… well, him. I’ve hunted before, Jungwon. Plus, I know you stayed up on watch again last night. You need to stay here.”

Jungwon’s gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before he exhales sharply, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Alright,” he says, though there’s a reluctance in his voice. “But don’t take unnecessary risks. If it looks bad, you come back. Understood?” 

The way he says it, as if he knows you’re considering running, makes something twist in your chest. Not yet, though. Not yet.

“Understood,” you say, standing up and brushing the dirt off your palms.

Heeseung secures his knife into its sheath with a nod, and Jay rolls his eyes but grabs his gear without protest. The three of you prepare to head out, the camp watching in silence as you gather your supplies.

Just as you’re about to step beyond the barricade, you spot Jungwon whispering something to Jay. Whatever he says makes Jay scowl, shaking his head in visible protest. But Jungwon’s expression hardens, his voice firm as he cuts the argument short. Jay sighs, clearly annoyed, but ultimately relents. His sharp eyes shift back to you, now carrying an edge of suspicion sharper than before.

Jungwon’s gaze lingers on you as you leave, his expression unreadable. The weight of his trust—or maybe it’s his doubt—feels heavier than any weapon you’ve carried. But you push the thought aside.

The three of you move quietly through the forest, the morning sunlight filtering through the trees in patches of gold. Heeseung takes the lead, while Jay trails slightly behind, his sharp eyes constantly scanning the surroundings. You stay somewhere in between, the knife in your hand an extension of the resolve you’re trying to summon.

The silence between you is heavy, punctuated only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the faint chirping of distant birds. You don’t speak, and neither do they, but it’s not an uncomfortable silence. It’s one born of necessity, of focus. Every sound, every shift in the forest, could mean danger—or an opportunity.

But, of course, the concentration doesn’t last. Jay, who you’re beginning to suspect thrives on friction, breaks the quiet with a pointed comment. 

“I don’t understand. Why does Jungwon care so much about you?”

Heeseung doesn’t turn around, but you can practically feel the exasperation radiating off him. “Seriously, Jay? You’re talking about this now?” His voice is calm, but there’s an edge of disbelief in his tone.

“What?” Jay retorts, his tone almost defensive. “Are you not curious at all?  They stayed on watch together a few times, and now Jungwon’s ready to risk everything to keep her safe.”

“I’m literally right here,” you snap, the annoyance in your voice cutting through the tense air. “If you’ve got questions about me, maybe try asking me directly instead of talking like I’m not standing a few feet away.”

Jay glances at you briefly, his expression unimpressed. “Fine. Why is Jungwon sticking his neck out for you?”

You blink, caught off guard by the bluntness of his question. “I don’t think he’s sticking his neck out for me,” you say, your tone defensive as your grip tightens around your knife. “What are you even talking about?”

Jay lets out a humourless laugh, shaking his head as if you’ve just proven his point. “Then why did he ask me to keep an eye on you? Make sure you come back alive?” he says, his voice low but edged with irritation.

Your steps falter for just a moment, your breath catching in your throat. “He… told you that?” you ask, your voice quieter now, the frustration giving way to something more uncertain.

Jay nods, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. “Yeah. Said you’ll be a great addition to the group or something. Like we don’t already have enough to deal with.”

You’re not sure how to answer—hell, you’re not even sure why Jungwon has been so willing to give you a chance. Before you can formulate a response, Heeseung cuts in.

“Maybe because Jungwon’s a nice person,” Heeseung says dryly, not bothering to hide his sarcasm. “Not like a certain somebody who can’t seem to shut up.”

“Nice? Jungwon?” Jay scoffs, his tone sharp. “He’s the last person after me among the seven of us to be nice, especially to strangers. You think this is just him being friendly?”

You glance at Heeseung, hoping for some clarification, but he keeps his focus on the trail ahead. Jay’s words settle uneasily in your chest. If Jungwon isn’t the kind of person to extend trust easily, then what’s his angle? Why is he giving you the benefit of the doubt when others—like Jay—clearly think you don’t deserve it?

The weight of Jungwon’s trust feels heavier now, more significant.

“Well, I didn’t ask for him to do that. I don’t need anyone keeping an eye on me.” you say finally, your voice a little steadier, though the uncertainty still lingers.

Jay snorts, his expression sceptical. “Yeah, well, tell that to Jungwon. He’s not exactly the type to give orders lightly.”

The tension between you hangs heavy in the air, but before either of you can say more, Heeseung glances over his shoulder, his tone calm but firm. “Enough. We’re here to hunt, not to argue. If we don’t bring back any game, it’ll blame it all on you.”

“Well, it’s her fault we’re even out here in the first place. Blame her.” says Jay with a scoff.

Heeseung’s gaze narrows. “I said that’s enough, Jay.”

Jay rolls his eyes but doesn’t push further. Instead, he mutters something under his breath and turns his focus back to the forest ahead, the tension in his shoulders still evident.

You let out a slow, steadying breath, the heat of the argument leaving you rattled. But it’s not just the argument that lingers in your mind—it’s Jay’s words. Jungwon had specifically told him to keep an eye on you? To make sure you came back alive?

Why…?

Before the silence stretches too long, Heeseung motions for a stop, crouching low and studying a patch of disturbed earth. His fingers graze the ground lightly, his sharp eyes narrowing. You watch him carefully, impressed by the ease with which he reads the signs the forest leaves behind.

“Squirrels,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. He points to a set of tracks leading deeper into the woods. “A few of them. Probably moving together.”

Jay nods curtly, his grip tightening on the bow he’s been carrying. “We’ll have to be quick. If we miss, they’ll scatter.”

Heeseung glances at you, a faint flicker of consideration in his expression. “You’ve hunted before, right?”

You nod. “A few times. Mostly small game, but I know how to stay quiet.”

“Good,” he says simply, standing and motioning for you to follow. “Let’s move.”

As the three of you make your way deeper into the woods, the tension eases slightly, the rhythm of the hunt taking over. Heeseung’s calm, methodical approach is a stark contrast to Jay’s sharp vigilance, but they work well together—an unspoken understanding guiding their every move.

At one point, Heeseung stops again, holding up a hand to signal a pause. He crouches beside a tree, studying a new set of tracks. Jay moves ahead slightly, keeping watch, and for the first time, it’s just you and Heeseung.

He glances over at you, his expression softening slightly. “You’re doing alright,” he says quietly, his tone low enough that Jay won’t hear. “Not bad for someone new to the group.”

You nod, unsure how to respond. His calm demeanour is a welcome contrast to Jay’s constant scepticism, but you can still feel the awkward tension hanging in the air.

Heeseung hesitates, the silence stretching between you as he seems to weigh his words carefully. His hand flexes around the hilt of his knife, a nervous habit you’ve noticed before. Finally, he sighs, his voice dropping to a quieter, almost reluctant tone.

“Jay’s not… always like this with everyone,” he says, his gaze fixed on the ground, as though avoiding eye contact will make it easier to get the words out. “The way he’s acting with you, I mean. There’s a reason he’s so hard to trust new people.”

You furrow your brow, confusion flickering across your face. Of course, it’s not unusual for survivors to be cautious—vigilant even—around strangers. In a world like this, where danger lurks at every corner, you either kill or be killed. Trust extended to the wrong person could easily land a knife to your back.

But the way Heeseung describes Jay’s distrust, it sounds like something more. Something personal.

“Why?” you ask cautiously, your voice low. You don’t want to push too hard, but you can’t hold back your curiosity.

Heeseung sighs, running a hand through his hair. “After our escape from The Future, we took in another survivor. A guy, around our age. He was half-starved, injured. Begged us to help him. Said he’d been on his own for months.”

You can already feel where the story is headed, but you don’t interrupt.

“Jay didn’t trust him from the start,” Heeseung admits. “Said something felt off. But the rest of us… we thought he was being paranoid. We were tired of losing people. We wanted to believe the guy was just another victim of this world.”

His voice grows heavier, the memory clearly weighing on him. “At first, it seemed fine. He kept to himself but didn’t cause any trouble.” Heeseung’s jaw clenches, his knuckles whitening as he grips his knife tighter. “But turns out, Jay was right.”

Your stomach knots, dread curling in your chest. “What happened?”

“He waited until we were vulnerable,” Heeseung says bitterly. “Waited until we were distracted. Then, he grabbed one of our friends, put a knife to her throat, and demanded our supplies.”

Your breath catches in your throat.

“We gave him what he wanted,” Heeseung says bitterly, his jaw tightening. “But he didn’t let her go. He slit her throat anyway, right in front of us. And then he ran.”

The air around you feels colder, the quiet of the forest suddenly oppressive. You glance at Heeseung, his calm facade cracking just slightly as he stares at the tracks before him.

“That’s why Jay is the way he is,” Heeseung continues, his voice low but steady. “He was closest to her. Blames himself for what happened. Ever since then, he doesn’t trust easily. And he doesn’t forgive.” 

Your mind pictures Jay back at the camp, how his posture is always tense and hunched as though he’s carrying the weight of that memory with him every second of every day.

“I didn’t know,” you murmur.

“No,” Heeseung says softly. “You wouldn’t have. But now you do.” He looks at you again, his expression softer, though the pain in his eyes remains. “So, if he’s hard on you… it’s not personal. It’s his way of protecting us. His way of making sure it never happens again.”

You nod slowly, the weight of the story settling over you. “I get it,” you say softly, though the words feel inadequate. “I’d probably feel the same.”

Heeseung glances at you, his expression thoughtful. “Maybe. But trust me, if you stick around long enough, Jay will see what the rest of us do. That you’re not like him. That you’re not a threat.” 

You don’t respond immediately, his words settling into your mind like seeds in freshly tilled soil. The weight of their past lingers with you, a reminder of just how fragile trust can be in a world like this—not that you needed the reminder. 

The two of you rise silently, falling back into the rhythm of the hunt as you make your way to rejoin Jay, who has moved further ahead on his own. You spot him crouched behind a dense thicket of ivy, his form still but alert.

Heeseung is about to call out when Jay abruptly places a finger to his lips, his sharp eyes locking onto yours as he motions for you both to get low.

You and Heeseung exchange a quick glance before crouching, carefully shuffling toward Jay. Every step feels heavier than the last, the rustle of fallen leaves beneath your boots deafening in the tense quiet. The forest, once filled with the gentle hum of wildlife, now feels suffocatingly still.

“What’s wrong?” Heeseung whispers, his voice barely audible as the three of you huddle closer.

Jay doesn’t respond immediately, his gaze fixed on something beyond the ivy. Then you hear it—the familiar shuffling of feet, slow and uneven. The guttural moans and growls you’ve come to dread. But this time, it’s not just a few. The sound is overwhelming, a dissonant symphony of the undead. Dozens, maybe more.

“There’s something very wrong,” Jay whispers, his voice taut with unease. “Look at the way they’re moving.”

Your stomach churns as you part a few strands of ivy, revealing a massive clearing surrounded by towering pines. In the centre of it, a cluster of zombies moves in a strange, unnatural rhythm. They’re walking in a perfect circle, their shuffling steps eerily synchronised like ants trapped in a death ring.

“What the fuck?” you mutter, the words slipping out before you can stop them. The sight is wrong—so wrong it makes your skin crawl.

And then you hear it.

Voices. 

Your head jerks toward Jay, whose wide eyes mirror your own shock. “Did you hear that?” you mouth, barely breathing.

The sound comes again, low but unmistakable. “Round... them... up…”

It’s deliberate, controlled. Words spoken in the same hollow, rasping tone as the undead.

“They’re… talking?” Heeseung whispers, his disbelief matching your own.

You strain your ears, heart pounding as the voices continue.

“Saw them… around here…”

“Find them…”

Your blood runs cold. They’re not just words—they’re instructions. Coherent, deliberate instructions.

Your breath catches in your throat, and your hand instinctively grips your knife tighter. You glance at Jay, and the flicker of fear in his eyes confirms what you’re dreading. These aren’t just zombies.

There are people—or not people—you're not entirely sure. But something is walking among the dead.

Heeseung’s jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing as he shifts his weight slightly, readying himself for whatever comes next. “What do we do?” he whispers, his voice steady but laced with urgency.

Jay’s gaze remains fixed on the clearing, his expression grim. “We move. Quietly. Back the way we came. Now.”

You don’t argue, your body already taut with tension as you begin to inch backward. The sound of human voices mingling with the moans of the undead burns in your ears, the weight of the revelation settling heavily on your chest. Whoever these people are, whatever they’re doing, one thing is clear: they’re more dangerous than the undead. And they’re looking for something—or someone.

The trek back to camp is a blur of tension and urgency. None of you speak, your steps light and calculated, careful not to make a sound that might draw attention. The eerie chorus of moans and human voices fades behind you, but the weight of what you’ve just witnessed hangs heavy in the air. Your chest tightens with every step, your mind racing with the implications.

By the time you see the familiar barricade of the camp, your legs are trembling—not just from exertion, but from the sheer adrenaline coursing through your veins. Heeseung is the first to signal to the others, his hand raising in a sharp, deliberate gesture that sets the camp into motion. Sunoo and Jake rush to open the barricade, their expressions immediately shifting from curiosity to concern as they take in your faces.

“What happened? Why are you guys back so early?” Jungwon asks, his voice calm but edged with urgency as he strides toward you. His sharp gaze sweeps over each of you, searching for any sign of injuries.

“We need to talk. Now,” Jay says, his tone clipped and serious. He glances back at the forest, his hand still gripping his bow tightly. “Inside.”

Jungwon’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t question it. The commotion quickly grabs the attention of the rest of the group and they instinctively assembles, their expressions a mix of confusion and worry.

Heeseung speaks first, his voice steady despite the tension in his posture. “We found a horde. Dozens of them, maybe more, moving together in a clearing.”

“Okay, and?” Jake asks, his brows furrowed. “That’s not unusual. Hordes travel together all the time.”

“It wasn’t just a horde,” you say, your voice quieter but no less urgent. All eyes snap to you, and you feel the weight of their attention pressing down on you. “They were… whispering.”

“Whispering?”  Sunghoon repeats, his expression sceptical. “You mean the dead started to talk?” Sunghoon leans forward slightly, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His usually calm demeanour cracks under the weight of disbelief, his brow furrowing deeply.

“We don't know what it was.” you say, your voice sharp. “They sounded like the dead, but they were coherent words.”

A heavy silence falls over the group, the crackling of the fire the only sound. Sunoo looks between you and Jay, his usual light-hearted expression replaced by unease. “Are you sure? It couldn’t have just been… I don’t know, echoes or something?”

“‘Round them up,’” you say quietly, your voice breaking through the tense air. “‘Find them.’ Those were their exact words. It wasn’t just random sounds or echoes. It was deliberate.”

Jay shakes his head. “And it wasn’t just one or two words. They were coordinating.”

“Coordinating?” Jungwon repeats, his voice low and measured. He’s not panicking, but the tension in his shoulders betrays his concern.

Jake leans back slightly, his expression hardening as he processes your words. “You’re suggesting that the dead have started to talk? Or that people are out there pretending to be the dead? Why? To what end? That doesn’t make any sense,” he mutters. “Why would anyone—”

“Doesn't matter. They were looking for someone,” you cut in, your voice sharper now as you recall the chilling words you heard.

Jungwon’s expression darkens, his sharp mind clearly working through the possibilities. “Did they see you?”

You shake your head. “No. We got out before they could.”

“For now,” Jay mutters, his jaw tight. “But if they’re moving through the area, it’s only a matter of time before they find the camp.”

The group falls silent again, the weight of the situation sinking in. Jungwon exhales slowly, his gaze sweeping over everyone before settling on Heeseung. “What did the clearing look like? Could it be a pattern, or just a random gathering?”

“It wasn’t random,” Heeseung says firmly. “They were walking in a circle. Over and over, like some kind of… ritual.”

The word hangs in the air, chilling in its implication. You glance at Jungwon, his expression unreadable as he processes the information. Finally, he speaks, his voice steady but resolute. “We don’t have enough information to act, but we can’t stay complacent. Sunghoon, Heeseung, start reinforcing the barricades. Make sure every gap is sealed. Jake, check our supplies. I need to know how long we can hold out here if we need to. Sunoo, Ni-ki—keep the van ready to move at a moment’s notice.”

“I’ll keep watch with Jay,” you pipe up just as Jungwon turns to you, his sharp eyes meeting yours. His gaze lingers a moment longer than you expect, as though he’s searching for something—resolve, maybe, or doubt. Whatever he finds, it’s enough to make him nod.

Without a second to spare, everyone falls into a rhythm. The weight of what you’ve encountered hangs over the camp like a storm cloud. Nobody says anything, but the silence tells you everything. They’re scared. Jungwon included.

You climb the watchtower with Jay, the makeshift structure swaying slightly under your combined weight. The sun is beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the forest in hues of orange and gold. The beauty of it feels jarring against the tension in the air, a cruel reminder of the world that once was.

Behind you, you hear the faint sizzle of the campfire, now reduced to embers and smoke despite the night’s cold settling over the camp. It’s unfortunate, but it’s the smart move. Light and smoke would only draw attention, and right now, attention is the last thing any of you need.

Jay settles into position, his bow resting across his lap. His expression is stony, his eyes scanning the tree line with sharp precision. You don’t speak, sensing the simmering emotions beneath his calm exterior. Instead, you keep your focus outward, your own knife gripped tightly in your hand.

The forest is quiet, too quiet, the kind of silence that prickles at the back of your neck. Time crawls, every second feeling heavier than the last. Dusk settles in slowly, the golden hues fading into muted greys and shadows. Then, just as the last rays of sunlight vanish, movement catches your eye.

A figure emerges from the tree line, their silhouette hazy against the growing darkness. They’re limping slowly, deliberately, their steps unhurried, as they approach the gate. It’s a single person, their posture relaxed but not aimless. Something about them feels… wrong.

“Someone’s coming,” you whisper, nudging Jay with your elbow. He turns quickly, his sharp gaze locking onto the figure. The second he sees them, his entire body goes rigid.

“Shit,” he breathes, his voice barely audible. Before you can ask, he ducks behind the barricade, pulling you down with him. His face is pale, his usual composure cracking just slightly. “Stay down.”

“Who is it?” you ask, your voice low but urgent.

“It’s someone we took in. Don’t necessarily have the best relationship with,” Jay whispers harshly, his voice barely audible as his eyes remain fixed on the approaching figure. His expression is dark, and there’s an edge to his tone you haven’t heard before—something between anger and unease.

“A survivor you took in…” you begin, your stomach knotting as you piece it together. “You mean the one who killed your friend?”

Jay’s jaw tightens, his eyes flicking toward you briefly before returning to the figure. “Did Heeseung tell you that?” he mutters, his voice sharp but low enough to avoid carrying. “Doesn’t matter. What matters is he’s bad news, and he’s here.”

Your heart skips a beat, a cold dread settling in your chest. You glance over the edge of the barricade, your gaze snapping back to the figure, who is now closer to the gate. His features are clearer now—sharp, wiry, with a crooked grin that sends a chill down your spine.

“He doesn’t know you,” Jay continues, his voice tight. “You talk to him. He hasn’t seen you before. If he recognises me, it’s over.”

You hesitate, the weight of what he’s asking sinking in. Before you can respond, the man stops just a few feet from the gate, his eyes scanning the camp with a calculated intensity. Then he calls out, his voice loud but casual, almost friendly. “Hello? Anyone there?”

Jay gives you a small nudge, his expression hard but pleading. “Just keep him distracted, long enough for me to warn the rest,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. You nod, swallowing hard as you straighten, forcing yourself to step into view. Your fingers tighten around the knife in your hand, its cool weight a poor comfort against the fear knotting in your chest.

The man’s eyes light up when he sees you, his crooked grin widening. “Ah, someone’s home. Wasn’t sure if this place was abandoned or not.”

You take in his tattered clothing, the dried blood stains on his skin, and those eyes. Those eyes belong in a mental asylum if this were the world before.

“What do you want?” you ask, keeping your tone neutral but firm.

The man chuckles, his gaze sweeping over you with a calculating glint that makes your skin crawl. “Relax,” he says smoothly, spreading his hands in a mock gesture of innocence. “I’m just passing through. Haven’t seen anyone in a while, thought I’d see if there were any friendly faces around.”

“This camp’s occupied,” you reply coolly, standing your ground. “You should move along.”

For a split second, his grin falters, a flicker of something darker passing through his expression. But then the smile returns, sharper this time, and his gaze narrows slightly. “Fair enough,” he says lightly. “Don’t worry, I’m not looking for trouble. Just curious, is all.”

He takes a step closer, his tone turning smoother, more calculated. “Say… you haven’t seen a group around here, have you? Seven boys. One’s blonde. Another’s got a sharp tongue—calls himself Jay.”

The air feels heavier, and your grip on your knife tightens instinctively. Your heart pounds in your chest as his words settle over you, their implications clear. Your mind races, trying to calculate the safest response, but the danger in his tone is unmistakable.

“I haven’t seen anyone like that,” you say carefully, forcing your voice to remain steady. “And I wouldn’t know if I had.”

The man’s grin widens, but his eyes remain cold, watching you with unsettling precision. “Is that so?” he drawls, his tone almost mocking. “Well, that’s a shame. Been looking for them for a while now. That guy, Jay, he owes me… let’s just say, a few favours.”

His words hang in the air, heavy with menace. Behind you, you can sense Jay’s absence, the faint rustle of his movements as he slips away to warn the others. It’s just you and this man now, and you’re painfully aware of how exposed you are.

“Like I said,” you repeat, your voice firmer this time, “you won’t find them here. So you should move along.”

For a moment, the man doesn’t respond, his gaze lingering on you as though trying to read between your words. Then he takes a step back, his grin never wavering. “Well, I won’t take up any more of your time,” he says lightly, though there’s a faint edge to his voice. “Nice camp you’ve got here. Hope it stays that way.”

With that, he turns and begins to limp away, his steps slow and deliberate. You don’t lower your knife, your gaze fixed on his retreating figure, tracking every laboured movement until he vanishes into the tree line. Only when the shadows swallow him whole do you finally let out the breath you hadn’t realised you were holding. Your legs tremble beneath you, exhaustion and adrenaline mixing into a potent cocktail that leaves you unsteady.

“Is he gone?” Jay reappears and asks from behind you, his voice low and tense. He steps closer, his eyes darting nervously toward the gate as if expecting the man to reappear at any moment.

“For now,” you whisper, barely able to hear your own voice over the pounding of your heart. The words feel hollow, more for your own reassurance than his. 

You glance at Jay—his face is pale, his usual composure shattered. His bow has been replaced with his pistol, and he grips it so tightly that his knuckles turn white, as if it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.

The silence between you lingers for a beat too long. Without a word, you start climbing down the ladder, your mind racing to piece together what just happened. Questions swirl in your head, each one more unsettling than the last. Why was he here? How did he find the camp? And most troubling of all—what does he really want? 

Jay follows, his footsteps slower, more hesitant. By the time the two of you reach the bottom, the rest of the group is already gathered around. Their expressions range from confusion to concern, a tension hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break.

“What happened?” Heeseung is the first to speak, his tone wary but insistent. “What did he want?”

You glance at Jay, whose jaw is clenched so tightly it looks like it might snap. His grip on his pistol hasn’t loosened, and his posture is rigid, like he’s bracing for something.

You shift your gaze back to Heeseung, the words slipping out before you can second-guess them. “It’s the guy you told me about,” you say quietly. “He was looking for you lot.”

“And I don’t think he bought a single thing I said,” you admit, your voice even but laced with quiet frustration. 

Jay exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair, but instead of relief, you see something else settle in his expression—panic, the kind that runs deep and raw. “Oh god… we can’t stay here. We need to leave. Right now.”

The fear in his voice startles you. You’ve never seen Jay like this, not the sharp, sarcastic, ever-sceptical man who’s never once let his guard down, and you’re suddenly more confused than ever. Then it clicks, the words the stranger said echoing in your mind: 

That guy, Jay, he owes me. 

He singled Jay out.

But why? If Heeseung was right, if the man was the one who killed their friend, why would Jay owe him anything? 

Your heart sinks, the realisation creeping in like a shadow. You glance at Jungwon, his jaw clenches subtly, the muscle ticking as he processes it all. He doesn’t say anything, but the look he gives you says it all. He’s thinking the exact same thing.

“Jay,” Jungwon starts slowly, his voice calm but laced with suspicion. “What did you do?”

Jay’s head snaps toward the leader, his sharp eyes locking onto him like a deer caught in headlights. For a moment, he doesn’t speak, the silence stretching uncomfortably between you. Then his jaw tightens, and you see it—the guilt, the weight of something he’s been carrying for far too long.

“What did you do, Jay?” Jungwon presses, his voice steadier now, his suspicion hardening into certainty.

“Are you accusing me of something?” Jay scoffs in mock annoyance.

The silence that follows is suffocating. Sunghoon steps forward, his sharp gaze fixed on Jay. “No, he’s right. Why would he be looking for us? Specifically for you?”

Jay’s head snaps toward Sunghoon, his eyes narrowing defensively. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’m asking if there’s something you’re not telling us,” Sunghoon says, his tone calm but firm. “Because he didn’t just stumble across us, Jay. He knows exactly who he's looking for.”

Jay hesitates, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, and you can see the internal battle raging behind his eyes. Finally, he lets out a sharp breath, his shoulders slumping as the fight drains out of him.

“I went after him.”

“You what?” Sunoo’s voice is a mix of disbelief and anger. “You went after him alone?”

Jay ignores him, his focus entirely on the ground as he continues. “It wasn’t hard to find him. He was camped out at the edge of the city, asleep, surrounded by our supplies. I took them back. All of them.”

“And then?” Jungwon presses, his voice dangerously calm.

Jay hesitates, his jaw tightening. “Then… I shot him. In the ankle. Left him there. The sound attracted the dead, and I ran.”

The silence that follows is deafening. You glance around the group, their faces a mix of shock, anger, and something heavier—betrayal.

“You left him?” Jake says, his voice low and incredulous. “You left him to die?”

“He killed her!” Jay snaps, his voice rising as he finally meets Jake’s gaze, his eyes burning with a mix of defiance and regret. “What was I supposed to do? He put a knife to her throat, and we gave him what he wanted. And he killed her anyway. You think he deserved mercy?”

“You could’ve told us,” Heeseung says quietly, his tone cutting deeper than if he’d yelled. “You could’ve trusted us instead of going off and doing something reckless.”

“I couldn’t!” Jay’s voice cracks, the raw emotion spilling over. “I couldn’t just sit there and do nothing. I had to… I had to make him pay.”

“And now he’s here,” Jungwon says, his voice cold and measured. “Looking for you. And you’ve put all of us at risk because of it.”

Jay’s shoulders sag, the weight of Jungwon’s words pressing down on him like a physical burden. “I didn’t think he’d survive,” he admits quietly, his voice barely audible.

“Well, he did,” Jake snaps, his anger bubbling to the surface. “And now he’s got a grudge and knows exactly where to find us.”

Part of you understands Jay’s anger, his grief. The sheer weight of what they’d lost—what that man had taken—could drive anyone to the edge. But the other part of you, the part sharpened by survival, sees the problem for what it is. Heeseung is right—it was reckless. This isn’t just about a chance encounter or a petty grudge. That man is here for revenge, and now the camp is squarely in his crosshairs.

Jay swallows hard, the fight in him extinguished. His voice trembles as he mutters, “I’m sorry…” The words hang in the air, hollow and inadequate.

The moonlight cast harsh shadows on everyone’s faces, highlighting the unease and exhaustion etched into their expressions. Sunghoon leans against the barricade, his jaw tight as he stares into the darkness. Jake’s hands are curled into fists, his lips pressed into a thin line. Even Sunoo, ever the optimist, looks pale and withdrawn.

Finally, Jungwon exhales sharply, breaking the tension. His shoulders square, and his expression hardens as he steps forward, taking charge. “We don’t have time for blame right now,” he says, his voice steady and commanding. The tone leaves no room for argument, cutting through the tension like a knife. “What’s done is done. We focus on what’s next.”

“And what’s that?” Sunoo asks, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.

“We leave,” Jungwon says simply. “Because if he comes back, he won’t be alone.”

The words hit like a hammer, and the weight of them settles over the group. Jake’s head snaps up, his eyes wide. “You’re saying we abandon the camp? Everything we’ve built here? I thought we’d finally be able to settle down.”

“We don’t have a choice,” Jungwon replies firmly, his gaze sweeping across the group. There’s a steadiness in his tone, but you can see the weight of the decision reflected in his tense posture. “He knows exactly where we are, we can’t defend this place against a coordinated attack. And it’s not the first time we’ve had to pack up and leave because of circumstances beyond our control.”

Heeseung nods slowly, his expression grim. “He’s right. We’ve seen what people like that can do. And it’s not just him. There’s that strange horde we encountered earlier today. If he’s somehow connected to them—staying here is suicide.”

“But where would we even go?” Ni-ki interjects, his voice edged with frustration. “It’s not like there are safe havens just waiting for us.”

Heeseung pulls a folded sheet of paper from his back pocket, its edges frayed and creased from frequent use. It’s a map of Seoul, though it’s seen better days. Parts of it are scratched out, and there are annotations scrawled in the margins—places they’ve scavenged, places they should avoid. As Heeseung unfolds it, you notice the heavy red crosses marking several areas.

“There’s nowhere to go but further north,” Heeseung says, his tone measured as he scans the map. “But that takes us closer to the demilitarised zone. That place fell to The Future the last time we checked.”

The tension in the group thickens as Heeseung continues to analyse the limited options. Judging by the sheer number of red crosses, it’s clear their choices are slim. The faint hope of finding refuge seems to dwindle with every second.

Then your eyes catch on something familiar—a road along the Seoul-Busan highway, just as it’s leaving the city. A rest stop is marked there, scratched out in bold red ink. The memory of that place hits you like a spark in the darkness.

“Here,” you say, pointing to the rest stop on the map.

Heeseung glances at where you’re pointing and immediately shakes his head. “No. That’s one of The Future’s outpost. The place is probably crawling with them.”

“What? No,” you reply quickly, your brows furrowing as you think back. “I was there. Scavenging. There was a gas station filled with supplies. It was too big of a place and too risky for me to set up camp, so I took what I could and left. But when I wanted to go back for more, it was overrun by the dead. I didn’t want to take my chances alone. But if there’s eight of us, it should be pretty easy to clear out if we’re careful.”

The words tumble out of your mouth, and for a moment, the group falls silent. You look up from the map, suddenly aware of the fleeting glances being exchanged between Jungwon, Heeseung, and the others. Confusion is written plainly across their faces, their unease palpable.

“When was that?” Jungwon’s voice cuts through the silence, careful and probing.

You hesitate, trying to gauge the timeline in your head. “Over a month or two ago? Give or take. It was the first time I had to venture that far out in search of food. Finding that place felt like a blessing—I hadn’t eaten for days at that point.”

You’re so caught up in recounting the memory that you almost miss the look of shock that flashes across Jungwon’s face. His expression hardens, his gaze shifting to Heeseung, who looks equally taken aback.

“Y/N, are you sure it’s the same rest stop?” Heeseung asks, his gaze sharp and unyielding as it locks onto yours.

“Positive,” you reply firmly, though the rising tension in the air makes your chest tighten. “I think I’d remember the place that quite literally saved my life.”

Heeseung’s lips press into a thin line, his eyes flicking toward Jungwon. “Jungwon…” he starts slowly, his voice laced with urgency. “Wasn’t the last time we had to move camp to run from The Future about two months ago?”

Jungwon doesn’t respond right away. His jaw tightens, his expression darkening as if the weight of the realisation is physically bearing down on him. Finally, he looks at you, his sharp eyes searching yours for answers, certainty, or maybe even doubt. But all he finds is your unwavering resolve.

“Something is seriously wrong,” Jake mutters, his voice barely audible as he scratches the back of his neck. His gaze flits between you and the others, confusion etched deeply into his features. It’s as though he’s trying to piece together a puzzle where the pieces don’t quite fit. “If that place was overrun by the dead, and The Future was still active there, then…”

His voice fades into the background, his muttering drowned out by the rising unease. The tension among the group is palpable, a storm brewing just beneath the surface. You’re equally as confused as the rest of them, but you can tell their confusion stems from something you don’t yet understand.

Jungwon’s expression hardens further, his voice low and deliberate as he says the words that send a chill down your spine. “The Future… fell?”

The statement lingers in the air, heavy and foreboding. Your mind races, trying to comprehend what he means, but before you can process it, the sound of shuffling feet cuts through the stillness.

It starts faint, like the rustle of dried leaves in the wind, but it grows louder with each passing second. The guttural moans of the undead follow, a haunting symphony of the dead. There’s no mistaking it—there are a lot of them, and they’re close.

Jungwon’s head snaps toward the sound, his hand immediately gripping the blade at his hip. His voice cuts through the rising chaos. “Ni-ki, start up the van! Everyone else, grab what you can and get on. Now!”

The group springs into action, weapons drawn as the moans grow louder, the shuffling of feet drawing closer. You grip your knife tightly, your pulse pounding in your ears.  The forest that once offered a fragile sense of safety now feels like it’s closing in.

“They’re coming from everywhere!” Sunghoon shouts, his voice cutting through the chaos as he points toward the tree line.

Jungwon moves quickly, stopping next to you, “Y/N, with me. We need to clear a path for the van to pass through.”

You nod, swallowing the lump of fear rising in your throat, and fall into step behind him. The first of the undead breaks through the undergrowth, its decayed face catching the dim light, its milky, lifeless eyes locking onto you with unrelenting hunger. 

“Stay close,” Jungwon says, his voice low but steady as he raises his blade.

The camp erupts into a flurry of motion and noise, the clash of weapons against bone mingling with the moans of the undead. You steal a glance at Jungwon, his movements precise and controlled as he takes down one of the creatures with a single, fluid strike.

Even as you fight, your mind is clouded with questions. The Future fell. The weight of those words lingers, gnawing at the edges of your focus. What could it mean? How could it connect to what’s happening now? The rest stop, the hordes, the whispers—none of it adds up.

Your thoughts are abruptly cut short as another zombie lunges toward you, its rotting hands outstretched. You dodge instinctively, driving your knife into its skull. The sickening crunch reverberates up your arm, but you can’t afford to dwell on it. Not now. That’s right, what’s the point of dwelling on the dangers of the future if you can’t even make it out of the present alive?

“Y/N, watch out!” Jungwon’s voice snaps you back to reality just in time for you to duck as another undead stumbles toward you. Jungwon’s blade flashes in the dim light, and the creature collapses in a heap. He glances at you, his expression unreadable but firm. “Focus. We need to keep moving.”

You nod, breathless but determined, and press forward. The path ahead is thick with the undead, their shuffling forms threatening to overwhelm the group. But together, you and Jungwon cut through the horde, each strike clearing the way inch by hard-fought inch.

Behind you, the van’s engine roars to life, Ni-ki shouting from the driver’s seat, “We’re ready! Let’s move!”

“Keep pushing!” Jungwon calls to the others, his voice unwavering. The van lurches forward, and you fight harder, carving a path through the chaos as the vehicle edges closer to the gate.

The group scrambles toward the van, the undead closing in with every passing second. One by one, the group leaps into the back, the interior modified into a wide, open space—likely Ni-ki’s handiwork. The seats have been ripped out, replaced with a carpet that’s seen better days but provides enough room for everyone to pile in.

You’re about to climb into the van when something catches your eye—a lone figure standing just at the edge of the clearing.

At first, you think it’s another survivor. It’s upright, still, as though it’s observing the chaos. But then you take in its tattered clothing and decayed flesh, and the breath catches in your throat. It’s a zombie.

But it’s not moving.

Your heart pounds as your gaze locks onto its face. The peeling skin and hollow cheeks are all too familiar, but its eyes—its eyes are clear. Not the usual milky, lifeless void you’ve come to expect from the undead, but sharp and disturbingly human. For a moment, you could swear it’s looking directly at you.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Jungwon’s voice cuts through the haze, snapping your focus back to the present. He’s gripping the doorframe, his blade still in his hand, ready to help you in.

“Do you see that?” you ask, your voice low and unsteady, gesturing toward the figure.

Jungwon’s eyes follow your line of sight. His expression shifts subtly—confusion giving way to unease as his gaze locks on the unmoving figure. He doesn’t say anything immediately, but the tension in his posture tells you he sees it too.

“Y/N, get in,” he says firmly, his voice quiet but insistent.

You hesitate for a split second longer, your mind racing as you try to process what you’re seeing. The figure doesn’t move, doesn’t make a sound. Its eyes remain fixed on you, eerily still and unnervingly focused.

“Now,” Jungwon snaps, his urgency jolting you into action.

You clamber into the van, pulling the door shut behind you. The van lurches forward, the sound of the undead clawing at the sides as Ni-ki floors the gas, navigating the rough forest terrain with practiced skill. Inside, the group struggles to catch their breath, weapons clattering to the floor as they brace themselves against the jerking motions of the vehicle.

But you can’t stop thinking about the figure. You glance out the back window, searching for it, but the dense trees blur past too quickly.

Jungwon leans closer, his voice low enough that only you can hear. “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know,” you whisper, gripping the side of the van for stability. “It wasn’t like the others. It didn’t move. And its eyes…”

Jungwon’s jaw tightens, his gaze fixed ahead as if he’s already trying to piece together an answer. “We’ll deal with it later,” he mutters. But you can see the unease in his expression, the weight of what you both just witnessed settling over him like a dark cloud.

The van jolts over another bump, and you force yourself to focus on the here and now. The memory of the figure lingers, though, its sharp, human-like eyes burned into your mind. Whatever it was, it wasn’t normal—and the thought of what it could mean sends a chill down your spine.

Sounds of laboured breaths and quiet muttering fill the van as everyone tries to catch their breath. Sunghoon sits near the front, wiping blood off his blade with the edge of his sleeve, while Jake rifles through the med kit, his brow furrowed as he takes inventory of what’s left. Jay is silent, his expression dark as he stares out one of the small reinforced windows.

“So,” Heeseung pipes up from the passenger seat, glancing back over his shoulder. “Any idea where we’re heading?”

“Can we not have a moment of silence for the fact that we’ve barely escaped death? Again.” Sunoo quips, his usual sarcasm laced with exhaustion.

“Geez, don’t have to be all prissy about it,” Heeseung mutters, rolling his eyes as he slouches back in his seat.

“Head for the rest stop,” Jungwon says abruptly, his voice cutting through the low hum of conversation. His tone is calm but resolute, the kind that immediately silences any further remarks.

Jay’s head snaps toward him, his dark eyes narrowing. “You can’t be serious. We don’t even know if what she’s saying is true. What if it’s not what she says it is? What if The Future is still there?”

Jungwon’s gaze flicks toward Jay, his expression unyielding. “We don’t have many options, Jay. You saw the map. Everywhere else is a dead end—literally.”

Jay scoffs, his frustration boiling to the surface. “And this isn’t? What if we’re driving straight into a trap?”

“Jay,” Jake interjects sharply, his voice uncharacteristically firm as he closes the med kit with a snap. “With all due respect, I don’t think you have any say in this right now.”

The tension in the van thickens as Jake’s words hang in the air. Jay glares at him but doesn’t respond, his lips pressing into a thin line as he looks away.

“We’ll approach cautiously,” Jungwon continues, his voice steady but firm. “We scout the area first. If it looks clear, we check it out. If not, we move on. But we can’t afford to keep running blind. We need supplies, and we need a plan.”

The group exchanges uneasy glances, but no one voices further objections. Jungwon’s calm authority seems to settle over everyone, even if only temporarily. You can feel the weight of their trust in him, even Jay’s, despite his reluctance.

You lean back against the van’s wall, your fingers brushing over the hilt of your knife as you try to steady your breathing. The memory of the lone figure from earlier flashes in your mind, its clear eyes locked onto yours. You push the thought aside for now—there’s no room for distractions when the stakes are this high.

The van jolts slightly as Ni-ki manoeuvres it over the uneven terrain, his focused expression illuminated by the dim glow of the dashboard lights. You catch Jungwon’s gaze briefly, and he gives you a small nod—an unspoken reassurance, for now.

About half an hour drifts by, Ni-ki drives steadily along the uneven roads skirting the edge of the forest, the dense trees remaining close on the van's left. It’s a long detour as compared to driving straight through the city. But it’s safer this way—quieter. No one speaks, no one stirs.

Everyone else is asleep, or at least pretending to be. Jake is curled up against the wall, his head resting on his arms. Sunghoon sits with his back against the van, his knife still in his lap. Even Jay looks like he’s finally let himself rest, though his hand never strays far from his pistol.

But you? You don’t sleep. And neither does Jungwon.

You both sit next to each other in silence, the weight of unspoken thoughts pressing down on what little space there is between you. There’s an understanding in that silence—a shared knowledge of something far beyond your comprehension. Something that lingers, gnawing at the edges of your mind.

This isn’t just about surviving anymore. It’s about staying ahead of someone who knows how to hunt you down. That said, sleep is the last thing you’re worried about.

“What do you think that was?” you ask softly, your voice barely above a whisper. The words hang in the air, cautious, careful not to disturb the fragile peace inside the van.

Jungwon doesn’t look at you. His gaze is locked on a single spot on the ragged carpet beneath his feet, his fingers tracing the worn fabric absentmindedly. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, distant. “A mutation? I don’t know.”

“Do you think it’s him?” you press, your heart beating just a little faster. You don’t need to explain who you’re referring to. The thought is already there, lingering between you both.

Jungwon’s hand stills against the carpet, and for a moment, he says nothing. Then, in a voice barely above a murmur, he replies, “Maybe.”

That single word carries so much weight, so much dread. It hangs heavy in the air, settling deep in your chest. 

There’s no certainty in his answer. No confidence. It’s unnerving—he’s usually the one with the answers, the one who reassures everyone else that they’ll figure it out. But right now, there’s none of that conviction. Just tired confusion, vulnerable, almost hopeless. A stark contrast to the strong, commanding voice he uses when he speaks to the others.

It’s the kind of tone he never lets the group hear.

And for a second, you’re glad they’re asleep. Glad no one else is awake to see this side of him—the side that isn’t sure, that doesn’t have all the answers. 

Because you know, without a doubt, it would weigh on them. Everything Jungwon says, everything he feels, it spreads through the group like wildfire. That’s how much they rely on him. That’s how deeply their survival depends on his mentality—whether he realises it or not.

Jungwon exhales slowly, rubbing a hand over his face. “If it is him… then we’re in more trouble than we thought.”

The van jolts over a bump in the road, and Ni-ki mutters something under his breath from the driver’s seat, his focus unwavering. The silence stretches between you, thick with tension but not uncomfortable. It’s a shared quiet—both of you lost in your thoughts, both of you carrying burdens too heavy to put into words.

You glance at Jungwon from the corner of your eye. His posture is rigid, his arms resting loosely on his knees, but the tension in his shoulders betrays his exhaustion. He hasn’t slept since… Well, that’s the thing—you can’t even remember the last time you actually saw him let himself relax for a moment. His gaze remains distant, focused on nothing and everything all at once.

Without really thinking, you shift closer, the subtle bump of your shoulder against his drawing his attention. He glances at you briefly, his tired eyes flickering with surprise, but he doesn’t pull away.

Your heart is still racing from the events of the night—the man, the whispers, the horde that shouldn’t have been there. But now, sitting here beside him, the weight of it all feels a little easier to carry. Slowly, cautiously, you let your head rest against his shoulder.

For a moment, he doesn’t move. You wonder if you’ve overstepped, if he’ll pull away, but then you feel it—slow and hesitant. Jungwon shifts slightly, his body relaxing as he leans into you. His head rests gently against yours, his blonde hair brushing your temple.

Neither of you says anything. There’s no need to.

The hum of the van’s engine fills the space between you, a steady rhythm that matches the rise and fall of his breathing. His warmth seeps into you, and for the first time in what feels like forever, the world outside fades into the background.

It’s strange, this quiet moment of closeness. You’ve spent so long keeping your distance from others, building walls to protect yourself. But with Jungwon, it feels different. It feels… safe.

“You should rest,” he murmurs softly, his voice barely louder than the hum of the engine.

“So should you,” you whisper back, your eyes closing briefly as the exhaustion pulls at you.

A faint chuckle escapes him, more a breath than a laugh. “Yeah.”

But neither of you moves. You both stay like that, leaning against each other, finding comfort in the quiet, fleeting peace. And for a moment—just a moment—you let yourself forget the chaos waiting outside.

You let yourself breathe.

part 1 - rotten | masterlist | part 3 - whispers

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[simj4eyun]

📝 hard thoughts | yang jungwon

pairing: yang jungwon ! female reader

genre: just sum hard thoughts about jungwon being your boss and your sneaky lil’ secret boyfriend.

warnings: suggestive

simj4eyun: wdym we got this INSANE pic FOR FREE????? JUNGWON U ARE SUCH A WHORE UGH 🧚🏻‍♀️🧚🏻‍♀️🧚🏻‍♀️

jungwon!bossbf who can’t keep it together in meetings and just stares at you the whole time.

jungwon!bossbf who always sneaks little gifts onto your desk.

jungwon!bossbf who fires anyone who treats you even a little bit badly.

jungwon!bossbf who waits for everyone’s shift to end so you two can hang out in his office.

jungwon!bossbf who can’t keep his hands off you whenever the office is empty.

jungwon!bossbf who always has you all sprawled out on his desk with his important papers while marking your neck.

jungwon!bossbf who sends you naughty texts during meetings, just to see how you’ll react.

jungwon!bossbf who loves seeing you all flustered when he touches you in places no one can see.

jungwon!bossbf who pulls you into his office for a quick makeout session whenever he’s stressed.

jungwon!bossbf who locks the door and pins you against it whenever you two are alone.

jungwon!bossbf who has a habit of leaving marks on your neck that you can’t hide. — and you won’t.

jungwon!bossbf who gets veeery jealous when you’re presenting a project with another guy and can’t do anything about it, so you reward him after hours.

jungwon!bossbf who begs you to scream his name so loud when he’s eating you out on his desk.

jungwon!bossbf who lowkey loves hearing through the halls that you might be dating the boss. — well… you so fucking are!

[imarecs7]

I'm a sucker for soft riki and i love finding such cutiefull fics of his. Loved this one sm!! Highly recommended

───── AISHITERU 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ when he teaches you some japanese ｡｡ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. fluff & wc. 0.8k ; kissing, skinship, petnames ｡｡

─────ARCHiVE

the soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the thin window screens, bathing the small room in warm hues of orange and gold. you sat cross legged on the carpet, nervously fidgeting with your notebook. your boyfriend, riki, sat across from you, his dark eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and tenderness.

“relax baby,” riki said, his voice gentle but teasing. “its just japanese. you don’t have to look like you’re about to take an exam.” you laughed nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “easy for you to say. you grew up speaking it. for me, it’s like trying to read a secret code.”

riki chuckled and reached out, tapping your notebook with his pen. “that’s what im here for and by the end of this, you’ll be a pro or at least, you’ll know enough to get by when we visit my family next month.”

the thought of meeting his family made your heart race. you wanted to make a good impression and part of that meant learning at least a little japanese. riki had been so patient, offering to teach you himself and though you struggled, you couldn’t help but enjoy these quiet, intimate lessons with him.

“alright,” riki said, adjusting his posture. “let’s start with something simple. how do you say ‘hello’ in japanese?” “kon…konnichiwa?” you replied hesitantly, your accent slightly off.

riki smiled, nodding. “good! just soften the ‘ni’ a bit. it’s more like konn-ee-chee-wah. try again baby.” you repeated it, this time with more confidence. rikis face lit up with approval, “perfect! see? you’re already getting the hang of it.”

riki went through a few more basics with you—“good morning,” “good evening,” “thank you”—him correcting your pronunciation here and there, always with an encouraging smile. when you nailed a particularly tricky word, he would give you a small cheer, making you laugh.

after a while, you leaned back and let out a dramatic sigh. “this is hard work. do i at least get a reward for all my effort?” riki raised an eyebrow, feigning seriousness. “a reward? what kind of teacher do you think i am? you have to earn it.”

you pouted, leaning forward slightly. “i think you’re the kind of teacher who wants to see his student happy.” riki couldnt help but laugh, shaking his head. “alright, alright. let’s see if you can handle this next phrase and maybe ill consider it.”

he leaned closer, his expression softening as he said, “say this: aishiteru.” you tilted your head, trying to repeat the unfamiliar word. “ai-shi-te-ru?” riki nodded, his smile widening. “that’s right baby ! do you know what it means?” you shook your head, your curiosity piqued. “what does it mean?” rikis gaze held yours, and his voice was soft as he said, “it means, ‘i love you.’”

your cheeks flushed instantly, your heart skipping a beat. for a moment, you couldn’t speak, your eyes searching his as if to confirm he wasn’t just teasing you but the sincerity in his expression made your heart melt.

“you love me hm?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper. riki reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “of course i do, baby. i love you more than anything.”

the words hung in the air, warm and intimate, like a secret meant only for the two of you. you felt your chest swell with emotion and before you could stop yourself, you leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. riki was caught off guard but quickly melted into the kiss, his hand resting lightly on your cheek. when you two pulled apart, you were smiling, your eyes shimmering with happiness.

“i love you too,” you said, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach. rikis face lit up and he leaned in to kiss you again, this time a little longer, a little deeper. when you two finally broke apart, you couldnt help but giggle.“looks like i earned my reward after all,” you teased, your cheeks still flushed.

riki laughed, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “you’ve earned more than that but let’s see if you can say it now. try: aishiteru.” you took a deep breath, your eyes never leaving his. “aishiteru nishimura riki.”

the way you said it—soft, sincere, and full of love—made his heart skip a beat. he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. “you’re amazing,” he murmured against your lips. “and just for that, i think you deserve another lesson.”

you laughed, pulling back slightly to look at him. “what’s the next lesson? how to say, ‘my boyfriend is the sweetest person ever’?” riki grinned, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. “how about this, we take a break and i just teach you how to say ‘kiss me again.’”

their laughter filled the room as the golden light of the setting sun gave way to the soft glow of the moon and in that moment, all you could think was how lucky you were to have him.

[juyeoz]

GOOD GRACES — YANG JUNGWON

32 ┆ the boy who swore (0.9k words)

In a blink of an eye, the time Jungwon dreaded had come—lunch. He silently sat in the classroom you two were supposed to meet in for your tutor session. His crutches rested against the table beside him as he awaited your appearance.

It was quiet and three minutes past your original meeting time.

If he knew you were going to be late like this, he wouldn’t have agreed at all. Part of him was glad. Jungwon wouldn’t have to face the person he had a romantic dream about a few days ago. 

That was great news for him.

Yet, to his dismay, you showed up. 

“Hey, I’m sorry.” You said while approaching the seat in front of him.

“What took you so long?” Jungwon asked, his gaze not leaving your figure, but his tone was annoyed. While taking your seat, you placed the frozen dessert on top of his desk. 

“Oh,” he muttered while staring at the orange wrapper. 

“The line was long today.” You said, replying coldly to his tone from earlier.

Jungwon’s gaze shifted around the classroom as he awkwardly bit down on his bottom lip. The silence between you two broke once you began rummaging through your backpack for your notebook and pencil case. 

“Here, my physics work from this morning.” You placed the notes on the desk and sighed.

Jungwon pushed the Melona popsicle aside and brought your notebook closer to him. 

“What are you struggling with?” He asked while going over your notes. Everything seemed pretty understandable to him.

“Quite literally everything.” You replied and handed him a pen to go over the material. Jungwon’s brows briefly raised at your response. Well, he would have to teach you more than he expected.

“Okay, let me see where you’re at.” Jungwon began. He flipped to another blank page in your notebook and proceeded to write away. You watched him confused. 

What was he planning to do?

In silence, he turned the notebook around and pulled out his phone in the process. 

“Take this and answer the ten equations there.” He said while handing you the pen. 

“What?”

“You have five minutes. Do as much as you can.” Jungwon looked up from his phone and gave you a fake smile while pressing the start button on his phone.

You narrowed your eyes at him and took your pen from his hold. He watched as you became focused upon seeing the questions that were plastered on the page. They all had to do with physics, obviously. Some of them were from previous units you had already learned which made things quite easier for you.

“There’s three minutes left.” Jungwon’s irritating voice said, piercing through the silent atmosphere around you two.

The timer meant nothing to you. The questions were easy, until they weren’t. 

Equations from the current unit you were learning began to appear at question seven and onwards. They were the sole reason why you unfortunately chose to ask Jungwon for help on physics.

None of it made sense to you.

Jungwon bit back his smile at the way your expression switched. You seemed confused and stressed out.

“A minute and thirty seconds left.” He said while glancing over at the timer on his phone. Now the timer began to mean something to you. Even if Jungwon said to ‘do as much as you can’ you still wanted to prove him wrong by doing everything.

However, it was impossible. Especially if you didn’t understand the concept that was taught in class for the past week or so. 

“Forty seconds.” 

“Shut up.” You replied while plugging numbers into your calculator, causing Jungwon to let out a chuckle.

Of course, he found this amusing. You were struggling and that was one of his favourite thoughts. Well, that was what you at least thought.

Jungwon, on the other hand, found this somewhat cute. It was weird and not like him at all.

“Five seconds.” Jungwon said, leaving you even more stressed.

“Stop it.”

“Four.” 

“Stop.”

“Three… Two…” He dragged out the numbers while waiting for the timer to ring.

“Time’s up!” He exclaimed while grabbing the pen out of your hold and bringing your notebook closer to him once more. You looked up in shock and immediately reached for the pen. In response, Jungwon leaned back with your pen while you leaned in closer. 

“Give it back, I didn’t get to finish.” You said, expecting a snobby remark from the boy, but instead, he was quiet.

Jungwon swallowed thickly. Your faces were quite close to each other, leaving him a flustered mess. His gaze travelled around your face. Your brows were furrowed and you looked annoyed. However, despite you being annoyed, your gaze was too intense for him to bear. 

His heart race quickened after being reminded of the dream he had. It was so loud to the point where he could hear it in his ears. 

What if you could hear it too? Would you have pointed it out? 

He refused to believe he liked you. Many times. Yet, with how he felt right now, there was no doubt about it.

Yang Jungwon, the boy who swore in ninth grade that he would hate you for the rest of his life, the boy who swore he would never ever give you a compliment, and the boy who had to help you with the yearbook club because you both couldn’t keep your mouths shut, had fallen in love with his ‘sworn enemy’.

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roomies! (2) nishimura riki 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ texting your cold roommate part dos

genre: crack, fluff pairing: nonchalant!riki x down bad fem!reader tw: suggestive

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I hope you like it! I usually struggle with dark themes so i still hope its fine (´͈  ᵕ `͈ ）Feel free to dm me if you want something changed or if you have any other concern and tysm for requesting! <33

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thank you for 300+ interactions!!

[17:07] | enhypen park sunghoon

Sunghoon grunts at the reminder of your true visit, yet still makes love to your collarbones to cherish every second with you. “Not yet…” he pleads that time will go slower. 

pairing » enhypen park sunghoon x fem!reader

trope/au » established relationship au, (not so) secret relationship au, non-idol au

genre » fluffy fluff with slight suggestive themes (nothing like this), lovesick and cute sunghoon, boyfriend sunghoon, reader helping with sunghoon's sister's dinner dance prep!

word count; estimated reading time » 1293; ~5 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » getting caught during making out by sunghoon's sister, kissing on lower abdomen/body, sunghoon lifts reader, reader implied to be smaller than sunghoon

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 enhypen masterlist

my debut to enhablr...? i see clips of sunghoon and heeseung and they make me wanna get into enha 🥹 i'm sure the fandom knows that sunghoon has a sister but i didn't use her real name for this fic; it just makes me more comfortable in this way. hope you all enjoy!!

You don't usually knock on the Park’s residence house since Sunghoon would usually open it for you as per his invite, or help you sneak in through the side window. But today is a bit different since today is Serin’s dinner dance at her school, and she asked you for help with makeup and outfits. In a heartbeat, you agreed, especially since the event has been a special one for you since the day Sunghoon asked you to be his.

Sunghoon knows about you coming over to help his sister, but knowing that your visit today isn't for him puts a frown on his face. His relationship with you is still private, which is something that you both want at the current moment. But after a year of dating, he can't wait to formally introduce his once best friend to his family who is already very fond of you. 

“Thank you so much for coming!” The door opens to reveal the younger girl. “Come in!”

You chuckle at her excited nature. You know Serin has been a delightful one since a long time ago, and you're glad to be part of a wonderful event for her. A few steps into the house, you see Sunghoon by the couch, resting his chin on his arm as he pouts at you. 

“Hey,” you greet him casually, sneaking in a wink behind Serin.

Sunghoon rolls his eyes away playfully, turning around to the television as he sulks and sinks into the couch. 

“Oppa! Don't be rude!” Serin defends you. “But whatever, guess I'll have her to myself.”

If it was anyone other than his beloved sister saying those words, Sunghoon would cling to your side, sweep you off your feet and claim your lips with his. “Whatever,” Sunghoon dismisses her with a hand wave. 

Upstairs, Serin had all her makeup and dress options ready for your second opinion. It wasn't long until you chose the one you thought suited her the best, helping her change and adjusting it to fit nicely on her body. Just as so, it didn't take long until your numerous hair and makeup suggestions were chosen by her. 

“You're gonna be the prettiest girl in the room,” you blend the pink blush across her cheeks. 

“Of course, I am. You're the one giving me the makeup after all,” you chuckle at her words, adding the finishing touches and setting spray onto her face. “Don't tell Sunghoon this, but I'm going with a date.”

You gasp at the information. “Really?! That's so cute! Let me see a picture!”

Serin skips over to make sure the bedroom door is locked before sitting on the edge of her bed, patting the empty space beside her for you. The younger swipes through the many pictures in her gallery, recounting the main parts of that day spent together. 

You know what it feels like to be attracted to someone. To like someone, and ultimately, to be head over heels in love with someone. Looking through the pictures of her and her partner for the dance, you could tell that it wasn't puppy love or a short-lived crush. How'd you know? Her eyes sparkle with minimal lighting as they cuddle in the picture tells you everything her heart feels.

“Don't tell Sunghoon please,” a pout overtakes her face. “You know how protective he is, and I promise I will tell him soon.”

You squint your eyes in suspicion, humming in contemplation. The younger pleads once more, a pinky out hanging in the air, waiting for yours. In the end, you gave in, knowing well that you weren't going to not agree from the start. You understand where she's coming from since your brother is the same as well.

“Alright, go get the rest of your things ready!” You nudged your shoulder against hers and excused yourself from her room. 

As soon as the door clicks securely shut, your fingertips on the metal knob don't even get a chance to properly let go when they're replaced with warmth instead. A hand grasps the side of your waist, pulling you next door where the meaning behind another click of this door differs greatly. 

You yelp at the soft tug, a hand protecting the back of your head when your body hits the door. The room is barely lit, only the moon and the street lights shining through from the still-opened curtains beside you giving the luminance enough for you to face your blushing boyfriend. 

Sunghoon sighs deeply with how he manages to finally have alone time with you successfully without getting caught. His lips finally attach to yours, drowning out the giggling and pleasurable moaning slipping out from the both of you. Your eyelids flutter shut, brushing against his skin gently as he shudders at the way your nose nudges his as you kiss him feverishly. As the situation escalates, the hood around his head falls, giving your hand access to his beautiful locks.

The grip on the side of your body tightens only slightly as your boyfriend pulls you closer to his chest that your hands rest on. Sunghoon leaves your lips, travelling to your ears to huskily whisper, “Hi baby girl,” he kisses your ear after, kissing along your jawline and neck as you gasp at him.

“H-Hoon-” you hiss at the pressure he puts on a sensitive part of your neck, messing and tugging on his hair. “Your sister is going to be ready at any time now.”

Sunghoon grunts at the reminder of your true visit, yet still makes love to your collarbones to cherish every second with you. “Not yet…” he pleads that time will go slower. 

The hand behind your head joins the other side of your body, slithering down to the back of your thighs as Sunghoon kneels, continuing to trail his kisses to your clothed stomach. With a swift motion, he carries you by your thighs, standing up and walking towards his bed. He never spared a moment where his lips didn't touch your heated body. There was no time for your heart to calm its racing pace, the adrenaline of staying quiet hitting you both. 

Now seated on his bed with you straddling his built thighs, you take this moment to fully open your eyes, seeing the white light shine upon his red cheeks. His palm cups the apple of your cheeks, foreheads resting as you catch your breaths. 

“Can't get enough of you,” he mutters. “I just want and need you all the time…”

Sunghoon is cute when he's lovesick like this, your cheeks instantly heating more than before at his confession. You hum, “I love you, Hoon.”

“I love you much more.”

His orbs sparkle upon yours sincerely for a second until his open lips come closer to claim yours again. You're millimetres apart when the door opens unexpectedly behind you. Your body reacts first, jumping away from Sunghoon, pushing him flat onto the bed as you pull your clothes to straighten the creases of the makeout. 

Serin covers her eyes even if you both are detached, the split second burning into her memory. “I knew you guys were together, but I didn't know it was getting spicy here!”

Sunghoon’s body springs up from the mattress, “You knew yet you still came in?!”

“Wait, that's what you're worried about?!” you exclaim with wide eyes at your boyfriend. “You knew all this time?!” Questioning the grinning sister at the door.

“I know I just kind of exposed you, but don't expose me!” Serin shouts as she retreats to a safer part of the house.

“What does that mean?!” The clueless brother runs out to interrogate his sibling while you're left dumbfounded at what just happened in the last few seconds. 

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[ashtxrie]

we stay locked in

— alternatively, enhypen as (my) high school classes!

PAIR. high school! enhypen x gn!reader (rest under cut) GENRE. humor, high school au, blurbs WORD COUNT. 1.3k total NOTES. hello enhablr i am BACK. sorry guys this is alternatively known as a super self-indulgent enhypen as my classes this year so i don’t crash out in semester 2 post

이희승 — lee heeseung

philharmonic orchestra. he’s there for the vibes (and to fulfill his performing arts graduation credit requirement) but he’s secretly super invested in music theory. the type to say “i didn’t practice at all lol” the day of the audition but still eat that shi up anyway?? people tell him to stop the cap but honestly, he has the raw talent to pull it off as well so nobody really knows. he WILL be that person clocking people who use the restroom for the nth time in the middle of the firebird suite though, but man, sometimes people really do need that bathroom break for their mental and physical wellbeing. as his stand partner, he’s really good at covering for you if you make a mistake and even takes mutual blame for coming in early even though it was definitely your fault for taking a nap during your 5-measure rest... he’s that one student who gets to conduct the orchestra when the conductor is absent (or “sick” on a vacation to disney world) and the ensemble actually respects him enough to take him seriously.

박종성 — park jongseong

ap us history. we all know this man loves history; he would actually be the type to read the textbook for fun and not just search up summary pdfs or upload the whole dang thing to chat gpt! i feel like quizlet would be his best friend and would probably terrorize all his other friends to build their quizlet flashcard streaks with him. lowk he’s just in this class so he can flex random history facts on uninformed people I’M SORRY he secretly enjoys somewhat resembling the “umm actually!” meme. but honestly you go jay, being educated IS rightfully a flex. i feel like he’d actually talk to the teacher after class just to ask a clarifying question or just to confirm something totally random; he’d be like “was there really a u.s. entomological warfare field test called operation big itch?!” and the teacher would absolutely love him for that. on practice dbq days, he’s the best person to have on your team — you know you’re set when he gives you the look and little nod that communicates that he 100% got this. 

심재윤 — sim jaeyun

ap calculus bc... THIS MAN WILL GLAZE THE HELL OUT OF AP CALCULUS BC. just like how he is adamant about his physics glazing, math is no exception. tell me why he’s legitimately taking advantage of ten minutes at the end of class to get started on his homework? put that TI-84 AWAY and look me in the eyes. he’s the one classmate who’s super nonchalant and sporty and sits in the back of the classroom, but is secretly an academic weapon. “jake sim, wonderful work. you were the only one in the class who got 100.” HELLO??? good thing you always go over to him for a post-exam debrief, because he’s basically the answer key anyway. during class, he’d be quietly doing his own thing and joking around with the people around him, but the teacher lets it slide. everyone in the class is conflicted between loving and hating him, but he’s genuinely so nice and is always eager to help the people around him who need it — that still doesn’t stop the entire class from naming him their D1 opp though! 

박성훈 — park sunghoon

ap biology. the one who spites people who obliterate the curve. he’s also the best frq peer-grader though, he’s going off of vibes! if you mention anything remotely close to the answer key, you bet he’s giving you the point because people suffer enough already. sunghoon is surprisingly good at the labs though, he managed to not kill a single fly in the mendelian genetics lab and he’s super diligent at counting them too. your other lab mates had exhaled a bit too harshly one time and the sedated flies went FLYING across the lab table from under the microscope — you swear sunghoon’s eye twitched because he had JUST sorted them all by phenotype. he didn’t say anything to them though, and just started recounting the flies again because he’s just a chill guy like that. what people don’t know about him is that he actually scores high enough to potentially set the curve, he just chooses not to raise his hand when the teacher asks for top scores because he’s #taking one for the team. what a legend. 

김선우 — kim sunoo

advanced journalism. producing a newspaper? more like an excuse to know ALL the gossip and put everything under the name of investigative journalism. it’s literally his JOB to be on top of all the school events and the niche hobbies and passions that students have, and he absolutely loves it. combined with his social personality and strong writing, he’s for sure the editor of the “spotlight” category. and honestly, he’s the best the school has had in a long time. his feedback is always something to look forward to too — as one of his staff writers, your drafts are handed back with a colored pen circling a particular phrase you used, with the words “someone cooked here” or “OH YES GIRL” written in the margins. he brings the best food for after-school mandatory work days too, from donuts to chips to canned drinks — sunoo knows that the people need the snacks in order to gain enlightenment mid-article! his pages in the newspaper are also the most visually appealing too, this man knows how to use adobe indesign. 

양정원 — yang jungwon

ap english language and composition. with how diligently he uses duolingo, i have no doubts that jungwon will succeed in ap lang. imagine if he applies that study technique to memorizing rhetorical devices? he would be reading something completely random like the instagram terms of service and going “omg wait guys this is anaphora” like okay english king. and the effort he puts in shows in his results too. when jungwon checked his grades to see a 100% on the timed write while every one of his friends complained for a whole week about getting an 80, he knew he was locked IN. he participates a lot during class discussions too, so everyone knows who he is. as a fellow #taking one for the team legend, he always agrees to be the sacrifice to share out to the class the table group’s ideas. also — something not exactly english-focused, but he’s also so alarmingly good at time management. like how is he maintaining a solid sleep schedule and clear skin while watching alchemy of souls during his pomodoro breaks? the world will never know. 

西村力 — nishimura riki

ap chemistry. hear me out he signed up for this class thinking he could blow stuff up. he did not, in fact, get to blow stuff up all year — the blowing was done instead in the form of a huge blow to this man’s gpa. like what do you mean there’s solubility rules, polyatomic ions, vsepr geometric structures and their BOND ANGLES, plus gas law equations to memorize?! he went slightly delirious mid-semester and came up with insane, unhinged references just to drill all the content into his memory, from connecting acetate (CH3CO2-) to his “esteemed rizz mentor” heeseung (3 letter e’s in his name and he breathes out CO2!) and imagining his friends on a fucking seesaw to memorize the <90 and <120 degree bond angles. he tried explaining his logic to you (rapping out the equation for the van der waals real gas law?) and you just went along with it. he actually pulled through though with a B+ at the end of it all, but he swears to never have jake in charge of his course selection ever again. 

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[jakeypaws]

obsession's price 💵

mafia jake x agent fem!reader

content: yandere behavior, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, manipulation, death, smut later on

fanfic request for: @sannaheee

chapter 1

in the shadows of south korea’s bustling cities, one name instilled fear into even the bravest hearts—sim jaeyun. a name whispered in fear, but a face no one had ever seen. sim jaeyun was the most infamous mafia leader in the country, his power stretching beyond borders. only his most trusted subordinates had the privilege of knowing what he truly looked like. however, trust came with a price. every close subordinate bore a dark reminder of their loyalty—a tiny bomb, surgically injected behind their necks. the second they dared betray him or reveal his face to the outside world, their life would be reduced to nothing but a tragic lesson.

y/n was one of the most skilled secret service agents in the country, tasked with one of the riskiest missions of her career—locating and eliminating the elusive sim jaeyun. as part of a covert operation team called ‘angels,’ a name signifying their duty to protect the citizens of south korea, she was no stranger to high-stakes missions. her team consisted of three other members: minji, a tech specialist; danielle, a weapons and combat expert; and mark, the sharpest strategist she knew. as the leader of the group, y/n carried the weight of their mission on her shoulders. one day, her boss, yuta, summoned her to his office, handing her a classified file marked with bold red letters. inside was every piece of intel they had gathered on sim jaeyun—a chilling collection of his crimes, his empire, and his terrifyingly calculated methods.

y/n returned home that evening, the classified file tucked securely under her arm. sitting at her desk, she opened it and began poring over the details of sim jaeyun’s criminal empire. known in the underworld as jake, he was infamous for the sheer scale of his operations and the fear he instilled in anyone who crossed him. a staggering bounty of 50 billion dollars had been placed on his head, making him one of the most sought-after targets in the world. yet, every attempt to kill him had ended in failure—either the hunter disappeared without a trace, or they were found dead as a warning to others. as y/n flipped through the pages, her sharp eyes caught something unusual in the back of the file. a handwritten note, scrawled in an elegant but mocking tone, read: "like what you're reading, angel?" it was signed simply, jake. her heart skipped a beat. how had this gotten here? the realization hit her like a freight train—he’d breached her workplace, sneaking the note into the file himself.

you couldn’t be more surprised, though a part of you tried to rationalize it—he was a mafia leader, after all, known for being untouchable and always ten steps ahead. still, the thought of him infiltrating your work building so easily sent a shiver down your spine. after a moment of collecting yourself, you grabbed your phone and texted your team in the group chat. "prepare for tomorrow’s mission. we’re moving at 0700. stay sharp." with that, you set your phone down, changed into your pajamas, and tried to push the nagging thoughts away. you climbed into bed, pulling the blanket over you, and let the weight of exhaustion lull you into sleep, though the note lingered in the back of your mind.

you woke up early, the weight of the mission heavy on your shoulders as you got ready for the day. after a quick breakfast, you sent a message in the group chat with the address of a nearby café where you planned to meet. when you arrived, minji was already there, sitting at a corner table with her laptop open, typing away. she waved you over, and you slid into the seat next to her. “morning, angel,” she said with a small smile, not taking her eyes off the screen. a few minutes later, danielle and mark arrived, greeting the two of you before sitting down at the table.

the four of you leaned in close, speaking in hushed tones to avoid being overheard. “so, what plan have you devised so far, angel?” mark asked, his sharp eyes locking on yours. using codenames in public was second nature—there was no room for mistakes, not with someone like sim jaeyun as your target. minji, codename bear, was known for her resilience and focus. danielle, or raven, had razor-sharp instincts, and mark, eagle, was the vigilant eye of the group. you cleared your throat and pulled out the file yuta had given you. “we start by locating one of jake’s closest subordinates,” you said, your voice steady. “sunghoon, codename ice. if anyone can lead us to jake, it’s him.” the group nodded, a silent understanding passing between you all. step one of the mission was clear: find ice and get one step closer to sim jaeyun.

minji’s fingers flew across the keyboard of her laptop, her focus unwavering. “got him,” she said after a few tense minutes, turning the screen toward the group. displayed was a live satellite image of sunghoon, or ice, exiting a sleek black car in front of what appeared to be a luxury penthouse. “he’s here,” minji said, marking the location on the map. the group huddled closer as you all discussed your next move. “we can’t just storm in,” danielle, or raven, pointed out. “we need to observe first, gather intel on his movements before making contact.” mark, ever the strategist, nodded. “agreed, but we’ll need to stay close enough to strike when the time’s right.”

after finalizing the plan, you all piled into your car, the air thick with determination and a hint of tension. minji sat in the passenger seat, laptop balanced on her knees as she continued tracking sunghoon’s location in real time. danielle and mark took the backseat, going over the tools and weapons concealed in their bags. you gripped the steering wheel tightly as you drove toward the luxury penthouse, your heart pounding in anticipation. sunghoon was your first key to unlocking the enigma that was sim jaeyun, and you couldn’t afford to make a single mistake.

chapter 2

the tension in the car thickened as your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with an unknown number. before you could react, minji quickly grabbed it and answered, her instincts sharp. she put the call on speaker, and a familiar, smooth voice filled the car. “hi, angel,” jake’s voice practically purred through the speaker, sending a shiver down your spine. “i see you’re trying to reach ice right now. don’t worry, i told him that a few guests will be coming to his house and prepared a little gift for you.” his tone was casual, almost mocking, as if he was enjoying the cat-and-mouse game.

then, without another word, the line went dead, leaving the car in stunned silence. you exchanged a wide-eyed glance with the others, the weight of his words settling in. “he knows,” mark muttered, his voice low and tense. minji immediately began typing furiously on her laptop, her expression turning grim. “ice must have been tracking us the whole time. he’s good—probably as good as me,” she admitted, frustration lacing her voice. the reality of the situation hit like a ton of bricks: jake and his subordinates were not just dangerous; they were always one step ahead. whatever awaited you at sunghoon’s place was sure to be far from welcoming.

the tension was thick as we arrived at sunghoon’s place. the sleek, modern house stood ominously under the dim light of the street lamps, but there was no sign of movement. we quickly got out of the car, weapons at the ready, adrenaline pumping through our veins. with a swift motion, we kicked down the door, fully expecting to face a wave of guards. but the house was eerily quiet—no one was there to stop us. without hesitation, we split up, each taking a different floor to inspect.

minji and danielle made their way to the first floor, while mark took the second, and i headed for the third. we kept in constant communication through our walkie-talkies, ensuring we stayed synchronized. minji and danielle found nothing but weapons and ammo on the first floor, while mark discovered stashes of expensive jewelry and cash on the second. but jake had anticipated my next move. as i stepped onto the third floor, i couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. when i pushed open the door to one of the rooms, i found him. sunghoon. he stood there, his back to me, a smirk on his face as he slowly turned around, a small gift box in hand. i instinctively raised my gun, pointing it straight at his chest. he merely chuckled. "so, you came," he said, as if he had been expecting me all along.

sunghoon's grin remained as he slowly raised his hands—gift box still in his grip, not making any sudden moves. “jake told me not to harm you,” he said, his tone surprisingly calm. “he’s got plans for you, after all.” his eyes flickered with something more than just amusement—there was a flicker of genuine interest behind them. he took a step closer, his posture relaxed, like we were having a casual conversation instead of a standoff.

"jake's been watching you closely, angel," sunghoon continued, his voice dropping into a more serious tone. "he’s been keeping tabs on every mission you've been a part of. your strengths, your weaknesses… he knows everything." his words sent a shiver down my spine. it was unsettling to think that the most dangerous mafia boss in south korea had a file on me, studying every move i made. sunghoon's smile grew even wider as he took in my reaction. "and let’s just say… jake’s been taking a liking to you. he’s been thinking of you as his next big ally—or maybe something more." my grip tightened on my gun, but i couldn’t shake the unease creeping up my spine.

i stood there for a moment, caught off guard by sunghoon’s words. a part of me couldn't help but think about what he said—jake’s interest in me, his plans. but i shook it off, reminding myself of the mission at hand. i couldn’t afford to get distracted. i snapped back into focus, my voice cold and commanding. "shut up and move," i said, my gaze never leaving sunghoon as i motioned for him to step forward. he didn’t argue; he simply followed me, the gift box still in his hand, the one jake had so carefully placed for me. as i led him down the hallway, i keyed into my walkie-talkie, my voice steady as i updated my team. "i’ve got sunghoon," i said, making sure to keep an eye on him. "heading down to the first floor now." the tension in my chest didn’t ease, but i couldn’t let it show. i moved quickly and decisively, keeping sunghoon close, hoping that whatever jake had planned, i would be ready.

i brought sunghoon down to the first floor, where mark immediately helped to tie him up to a chair. the atmosphere was tense, thick with anticipation as i took the small gift box from sunghoon’s hand. i had assumed it was a time bomb, a typical move for jake, but as i carefully opened the box, i was caught off guard. it wasn’t a bomb. instead, nestled inside was a ring—a beautiful, expensive-looking ring. the band was studded with clean-cut diamonds, and at its center, a heart-shaped diamond glistened. it was worth millions, easily. confusion swirled in my mind as i stared at it, trying to piece together what it all meant.

before i could dwell on it for too long, sunghoon’s voice interrupted my thoughts, sharp and smug. "i told you, jake has taken a special interest in you," he said, his tone dripping with an unsettling certainty. "you should be lucky you caught his attention." i couldn’t tell if he was warning me or taunting me, but the weight of his words lingered, adding another layer to the puzzle i was trying to solve. what exactly did jake want with me? and why this ring?

chapter 3

after a long moment of pondering, uncertainty clouded my judgment. i wasn’t quite sure what to do with sunghoon. danielle was the first to speak up, her voice sharp with impatience. "we should end him right here, right now," she insisted, her fingers twitching as if she already had the trigger pulled in her mind. but mark, ever the calm and level-headed one, suggested a different approach. "we can hand him over to the agency. they’ll know how to handle him, especially if we want information."

i hesitated for a second, weighing the risks and benefits, but ultimately, i agreed with mark. i untied sunghoon from the chair, his eyes narrowing at me as if he knew what i was about to do. with one swift movement, i re-tied his arms behind his back, ensuring he wouldn’t have any chance of escaping. we all piled into the car, the atmosphere tense, with mark and danielle keeping a watchful eye on sunghoon, sitting on either side of him. the hum of the engine filled the silence, but the question still lingered in my mind—what exactly did jake want with me? and how far was he willing to go to get me?

we finally arrived at the agency, the familiar building looming ahead as i parked the car. as soon as the engine cut off, a couple of guards approached us, moving quickly and efficiently to take sunghoon off our hands. he glared at me one last time before they led him away, and i could feel the weight of his gaze burning into my back.

just as i was about to step out of the car, my phone buzzed. it was a text from my boss, yuta. "thanks for leaving him unharmed. sunghoon’s known for carrying valuable data. good job, angel." i stared at the message for a moment, digesting the words. so, this was more than just a simple mission—sunghoon had intel, something that could give us the upper hand against jake. but what kind of data was it, and how much did it tie into jake’s plans? there were still so many unanswered questions.

just as i was about to slip my phone back into my pocket, another message from yuta popped up. "you and your team should witness the interrogation. it's important." the tone was urgent, and i knew it meant something significant was about to unfold. i looked at my team, who were already stepping out of the car, and quickly relayed the message to them. "we’re going to witness the interrogation," i said, keeping my voice steady, though a flicker of curiosity passed through me. we followed the two guards who had taken sunghoon, making our way through the cold, sterile halls of the agency. the tension in the air was palpable, and the further we walked, the more the weight of the situation settled over me. whatever sunghoon had, whatever jake had planned, was bigger than any of us had imagined.

we stood silently behind the two-way mirror, watching as sunghoon sat across from one of the guards who had brought him in. the room was dimly lit, a single overhead light casting harsh shadows across the table where sunghoon was seated. his wrists were cuffed tightly to the metal surface, and despite his usual cocky demeanor, there was a certain tension in his posture, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. the guard across from him was calm, almost too calm, as if this was a routine he had done a hundred times before. my team and i exchanged glances, knowing that whatever was about to unfold, we were in for a lot more than we bargained for.

the interrogation dragged on with no real progress. sunghoon remained stubborn, his lips sealed tighter than ever, only repeating one phrase: "jake wants her." his eyes darted nervously, and i could almost see the fear in him—like something worse awaited if he revealed any more. then, out of nowhere, his gaze shifted, and he locked eyes with us through the two-way mirror. i felt a chill run down my spine as he spoke with surprising clarity. "one of jake's hideouts... it's near sunlight beach. a popular tourist spot," he said, his voice trembling slightly. then he leaned back in his chair, almost as if he was zoning out, rocking back and forth. "glory to the king... glory to the king..." he murmured, his hands shaking.

his chant faded, and the atmosphere turned heavy. he muttered a final, strangled apology. "i'm sorry, jake..." suddenly, a small red light flashed from the back of his neck. my heart skipped a beat as the room seemed to freeze for a second. before anyone could react, sunghoon's head exploded in a horrific, bloody mess. the sound of the explosion rang through the room, and i stumbled back, my breath caught in my throat. it was all too quick, too clean—a reminder of just how far jake’s reach went.

the alarms blared, the shrill sound ringing in my ears, and everything around me seemed to blur. what had just happened? my mind was struggling to process the scene in front of me. sunghoon's body, now just a mangled mess, lay lifeless in the chair. blood splattered across the walls, the guard beside him barely conscious, clutching his head. more guards flooded the room, and medics rushed in to tend to the injured guard and remove sunghoon’s body. i stood frozen, staring at the scene, my stomach turning. i had seen countless dead bodies before—death was part of the job—but this was different. the violent brutality of it, the suddenness, it made everything feel so much more real. 

danielle’s hand gripped my shoulder, shaking me out of my trance. "are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. i nodded, my voice quiet as i murmured, "yes..." our boss, yuta, sent us home for the day, saying we needed rest after the chaos that had just unfolded. i didn't argue. i needed to get away from all of it. i lay in bed later that night, staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying sunghoon's final moments. the sound of his death, the red light on his neck, and the blood splattering everywhere haunted me. i couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning, that jake was always one step ahead.

chapter 4

i woke up the next morning, feeling the weight of a restless night. my eyes felt heavy as i fought off the drowsiness that still clung to me. reaching for my phone, i hoped for a distraction. as i unlocked it, i noticed a message from an unknown number. my heart skipped a beat, and i hesitated for a moment before opening it. the message read, "it's sad to see sunghoon go away. he was one of my best subordinates. oh well, that's the price you have to pay when you betray someone." it was jake. my stomach twisted in unease, and i quickly typed back, "what is it that you want from me?"

his reply came swiftly: "i only want you. that ring sunghoon gave you was a promise ring, from me to you." i glanced at the small gift box on my desk—the one sunghoon had handed me. the ring glinted inside it, adding to the confusion swirling in my mind. i typed back, "i don't get it... why do you want me?" his response was as cryptic as ever: "you'll understand soon enough." i sat there, staring at the phone in my hand, my thoughts racing. what did he mean? why me?

just as i was about to put my phone down, another message from jake popped up on the screen. "i'll see you around sunlight beach, bye, for now." my heart raced. was he really going to be there? was this my chance to finally see his face? the thought lingered in my mind, but i quickly shook it off, knowing i had to act. i grabbed my phone and messaged my team’s group chat, telling them about jake's message. we needed to be prepared for anything. without wasting time, we quickly made a plan to head to sunlight beach by evening. this could be the break we’d been waiting for, but i couldn't shake the unease that bubbled inside me.

i got in my car and picked up my team, all of us feeling the weight of what was to come. the drive towards sunlight beach felt longer than usual, the anticipation of what might happen hanging in the air. once we arrived, we rented a beach house to stay for a couple of days, giving us a place to regroup and prepare. by the time we got settled in, the sun had already set, casting a dusky glow over the beach. we unpacked our things and gathered in the living room, ready to devise our next move.

minji immediately got to work on her laptop, focusing on finding one of jake's hideouts. she didn’t take long at all—within minutes, she found the location, which was unsettling. usually, it would take her anywhere from ten to thirty minutes to track down a well-hidden location, but this time it was so quick. it felt off, almost as if jake had deliberately made it easier for us to find his hideout. the realization gnawed at me. was this another mind game from him? was he waiting for us to make the next move?

we planned to head to the hideout as soon as the sun rose tomorrow, the urgency of the situation weighing on all of us. however, mark, usually the most composed of the group, seemed unusually wary. he hesitated and spoke up, "why don't we wait until later? i mean, we still need to take some rest after what happened back at the agency." his words made me pause for a moment. minji and danielle exchanged glances, both nodding slightly, before they turned to look at me, waiting for my decision. i agreed, the exhaustion from the sleepless night settling into my bones. "you're right, we should rest," i said. mark’s expression seemed to relax a little after my answer, but i couldn't shake the feeling that something else was on his mind. i shrugged it off, chalking it up to the stress of the situation—or maybe he was just tired too. regardless, it was clear we needed rest if we were going to be at our best tomorrow.

we all woke up a bit later than usual, the weight of yesterday's events still hanging over us. as i looked around the house, i noticed that mark wasn’t there. frowning, i asked minji and danielle if they had seen him, but both of them shook their heads, noticing the worry on my face. minji, ever the optimist, suggested, "he probably went out for a walk to ease his mind." i quietly nodded, trying to push the unease aside, and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. however, as the minutes ticked by and mark still hadn't returned, my worry grew. i turned to minji and danielle, telling them, "i'm going to look for him. you two stay on guard and keep an eye out." they both nodded, understanding, and i grabbed my jacket, heading out of the house. something didn’t feel right, and i couldn’t shake the feeling that i needed to find mark—soon.

as i walked down the quiet street, i suddenly heard a familiar voice. it was mark. relief washed over me as i quickened my pace, but then i froze when i noticed he wasn’t alone. standing with him was someone i immediately recognized—jay, codename eagle. my heart sank. jay worked for jake, and yet, he and mark stood there laughing and talking like old friends. keeping a safe distance, i hid behind a nearby tree and strained to listen, my heart pounding in my chest.

their conversation made my blood run cold. mark had been working for jake too. for five years. five long years of betrayal, and i had no idea. he hadn’t even been with our agency for that long—just over a year—but now everything made sense. they joked about sharing the same codename, ‘eagle,’ as if it was some inside joke, mocking all of us who trusted him. betrayal was the only word ringing in my head as i stood there, frozen in disbelief, my stomach churning at the realization.

without hesitation, i pulled out my phone and quietly recorded their entire conversation. my hands shook slightly as i sent the file to minji with a single message: "mark's working for jake. stay on guard." i hid the phone in my pocket just in time as jay walked off in the opposite direction, and mark started heading toward me. my heart pounded, but i forced myself to stay calm, quickly shifting my demeanor. i pretended i was just out for a casual stroll, hoping he wouldn’t suspect a thing.

he noticed me and waved, a faint smile on his face. i walked up to him, my expression neutral, and asked where he had been all morning. "we were worried about you," i added, keeping my tone steady. mark sighed and scratched the back of his neck, offering a simple explanation: "i just needed to clear my head, you know? take my mind off some things." i nodded quietly, feigning understanding, and together we started walking back to the beach house. my stomach churned, but i couldn’t let him see my unease. not yet.

chapter 5

for the next few minutes, mark and i walked back toward the beach house, the tension between us palpable. i couldn’t shake the feeling of unease settling deeper into my gut, but i kept it at bay, pushing myself to focus. when we arrived back, i noticed the door was ajar, just a crack open, as if someone had hurriedly left or forgotten to close it. i motioned for mark to stay back as i cautiously approached. my heart skipped a beat as i pushed the door open, the hinges creaking slightly. inside, i froze.

danielle was lying unconscious on the floor, a bruise forming on the side of her face. minji was kneeling by the living room couch, her hands raised in the air, held at gunpoint by a tall man in a black suit. she was doing her best to stay calm, but i could see the fear in her eyes, the slight tremble in her posture. before i could react, i felt mark step up behind me, and in one swift motion, he pulled out his gun, pointing it directly at me. my breath hitched as i turned slowly to face him. he stood there, expression cold, not a hint of remorse in his eyes.

"mark, what the hell is going on?" i whispered, trying to make sense of everything, but his gun stayed trained on me. i walked inside, my hands raised in surrender. every nerve in my body screamed at me to fight back, but i knew better. i couldn't risk anyone else getting hurt. kneeling down next to minji, i kept my gaze steady as i glanced up at the man holding the gun to her head. my pulse quickened as he stared back at me, unblinking. "what's this all about?" i asked, my voice calm but with a hint of desperation. mark’s silence was deafening. his betrayal was unmistakable now, but the weight of it hadn't fully sunk in. i glanced at minji, who mouthed, be careful, her eyes pleading for me to stay strong.

mark took out his phone, glancing at it quickly while still keeping his gun trained on me. “i’ve got you surrounded,” he said, his voice low and calculated. "there’s no way out." as his attention shifted to the screen of his phone, i saw my chance. i gave minji a subtle nod, the tiniest movement of my head to signal her. her eyes locked onto mine, and without hesitation, she sprang into action. with lightning speed, she took down the man holding her at gunpoint. he barely had time to react before minji grabbed his weapon and shot him, her movements precise and efficient. he slumped to the ground, lifeless.

with that, i moved. my heart raced, but i stayed focused. i dashed straight for mark, tackling him with everything i had. he grunted as we collided, his gun flying out of his hand and skidding across the floor. we both scrambled, throwing punches, each one landing with a sickening thud. his strength was formidable, but i wasn’t about to let him win. in the chaos, i managed to find a weak spot, one of his pressure points. i hit it with a swift, calculated blow, and mark’s body went limp, collapsing to the floor unconscious. his gun was out of reach, and i took a deep breath, my body trembling from the adrenaline. i stood over him, keeping my guard up, but he was no longer a threat.

minji and i quickly made our way to danielle, who was slowly regaining consciousness. she groaned softly as her eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding her face for a moment before recognition set in. i gently helped her sit up and guided her to the couch. she winced as she sat, but she seemed to be more alert now. i grabbed my first aid kit and started treating her, checking for any signs of injury. thankfully, it seemed like she only had a few bruises.

once i was sure she was stable, i took a moment to call my boss, yuta. i filled him in on everything that had happened—from mark's betrayal to the ambush at the beach house. he listened carefully, not a hint of surprise in his voice. “don’t worry about it,” he said, his tone calm and reassuring. “i’ve already sent a team to retrieve the body and bring mark in for questioning. you did well.” after a while, his men arrived, taking the bodies of the guard and mark away. they moved quickly, efficiently, without saying much, just doing their job. i watched them go, feeling a sense of cold finality in the air. the house was quiet now, but the tension still lingered.

despite the chaos, we still had a mission to complete: jake’s hideout was waiting. i turned to danielle, who was sitting on the couch, still a bit shaken but recovering. “you can stay back if you’re not feeling up to it,” i suggested. “we’ll handle this.” but she shook her head, determination flickering in her eyes. “i’m fine now. i’ll come with you.” we agreed to head to jake’s hideout in the evening, giving us some time to rest. as the hours passed, the house finally felt peaceful again. i let my guard down for a moment, knowing we had time before the next move.

just as i thought i could relax, my phone buzzed with a new message. i glanced at the screen and froze. it was from the same unknown number—jake. the message read: “you think you’ve got me cornered, but you don’t know the half of it. sunlight beach was just a preview. be careful, i’m always watching, and soon, you’ll be the one in danger.” the words sent a chill down my spine. i looked at my team, who were busy preparing for the evening ahead. they hadn’t seen the message yet, but i could already feel the weight of jake’s warning hanging over us.

chapter 6

it was evening now, and the air was thick with tension. we headed out to jake’s hideout location, the one minji had tracked earlier. our weapons were concealed carefully, making sure not to alert any nearby people. as we neared the location, my stomach twisted in anticipation. it was an abandoned small house near the beach, hidden away by thick bushes and overgrown trees. the perfect location for someone like jake—secluded, unnoticed. we exchanged brief glances before pulling out our weapons, preparing for whatever lay inside. i slowly opened the door, my heart pounding in my chest, but there was... nothing. the house was eerily empty, bare of any signs of life.

i moved through the rooms, checking every corner, but found nothing. no clues, no traps, nothing to indicate that we were in the right place. minji frowned, glancing at the walls. “this doesn’t make sense. either i got the wrong location, or... this is a trap.” before i could respond, the sound of darts whizzing through the air broke my thoughts. tranquilizer darts. they hit us one by one, each dart embedding into our bodies with a sickening thud. my vision blurred as i turned toward the window, catching a glimpse of jay standing outside, smirking darkly. i tried to raise my weapon, but my body was already succumbing to the drugs coursing through my veins. my knees buckled, and everything went black before i could even make a sound.

i slowly awoke in a dimly lit room. my head was throbbing, and the faint sting from the tranquilizer darts was still present in my limbs. my eyes darted around the unfamiliar surroundings, trying to piece together what had happened. the walls were bare, and the air had a cold, metallic scent. as my vision cleared, i saw jay standing next to someone sitting in a grand chair. the figure was shrouded in darkness, their features concealed, but there was something unsettling about the way they sat, like they were waiting for something. or someone. i couldn’t move as we were all tied up, kneeling on the floor.

minji and danielle were also waking up, groggily sitting up beside me. their eyes met mine, exchanging confused glances, no doubt wondering the same thing i was—where the hell were we, and who was that in the chair? jay’s smirk widened as he noticed us regaining consciousness. “welcome to the party,” he taunted, but i barely registered his words. my mind was too focused on the figure in the chair, and the gnawing feeling that we were in far deeper than we realized.

the man in the chair leaned forward slowly, the dim light casting sharp shadows on his face. my breath caught in my throat as he revealed his identity. no way... it was the sim jaeyun. the realization hit me like a truck, and for a moment, everything around me seemed to blur. minji and danielle were frozen in shock, their eyes widening in disbelief. we’d been hunting this man for so long, and yet, here he was, sitting before us with a look of amusement on his face. he had just revealed himself so easily, so casually—far too easily.

i couldn’t wrap my mind around it. this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. he was supposed to remain in the shadows, elusive, the mastermind we could never reach. and now, he was sitting there, in front of us, in the flesh. before i could process anything further, my heart sank. i watched in horror as jake—sim jaeyun—pulled out a gun with swift, practiced movements. he aimed it at danielle. “no!” i shouted, but it was too late. the sound of the gunshot rang out, and just like that, danielle was gone.

my breath hitched as jake turned the gun toward minji. my body froze in terror, but minji—always so calm, always so composed—looked at me. her eyes were soft, like she was saying goodbye, and then, with a small smile, she spoke. “don’t worry, y/n. i know you’ll finish the mission.” before i could even speak, the shot rang out again, and minji collapsed, her body crumpling to the ground. i couldn’t move. my eyes were locked on her lifeless form, the tears falling freely now as i watched my teammates—my family—fall one by one. i turned my gaze back to jake, my heart full of rage and disbelief. his cold, indifferent stare met mine. the tears burned down my face, mixing with the storm of emotions surging inside me. but it wasn’t over. not yet. i was still breathing. and i would make sure they didn't die in vain.

chapter 7

i stared at jake in disbelief, unable to fully process what had just happened. my mind was racing, but the scene in front of me was too overwhelming. the lifeless bodies of minji and danielle were still fresh in my mind, their faces haunting me, and yet, here i was, forced to look at the man who had killed them. without a word, jake sent jay out of the room, leaving us alone. the door clicked shut behind him, and the silence between jake and me felt suffocating. jake slowly stood up from the chair and walked toward me, each step purposeful. he stopped right in front of me, lifting my chin with the barrel of his gun, forcing me to look into his eyes.

"you don’t get it, do you?" he said, his voice low and cold. "i had to get rid of them. they were in the way of us." i recoiled, a flash of anger igniting inside me. "what do you mean, 'us'? we're in no relationship!" my voice was shaky, but i forced myself to stand firm. jake’s eyes softened for a moment, and then he replied in that calm, unnerving tone of his. "did you forget about that promise ring?" he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "that means i’ll never let go of you."

i blinked in confusion, my thoughts swirling. what was he talking about? the promise ring sunghoon had given me—it wasn’t supposed to mean anything, not like this. and yet, here jake was, claiming that it was a symbol of something much darker, much deeper than i could ever have imagined. i didn’t know what to say. my heart was pounding, my mind racing to make sense of his words, of everything that was happening. but i couldn't. it didn’t make sense. and yet, jake was here, standing right in front of me, and i knew that i had to make a decision. the question was... what was i going to do next?

before i could gather my thoughts to respond, the door to the room creaked open. jay stepped inside, his expression unreadable. jake glanced over at him, giving him a brief nod. "take her. we’re moving." without saying a word, jay walked over to me, his hands gripping my shoulders firmly. he yanked me to my feet, the ropes binding my wrists digging into my skin. my arms were still tied behind my back, and i struggled to maintain my balance as he guided me toward the door. i shot a glance at jake, but his face was unreadable, his eyes focused on something distant. i had no idea what he had planned, but one thing was clear: i was completely at his mercy now.

jay’s grip on me tightened as he guided me down a dimly lit hallway, the faint sound of our footsteps echoing in the silence. we reached the outside of the building, and i squinted against the harsh light of the streetlamps. the night air was cool, sending a shiver through me. jay shoved me into the backseat of a black car, the cold leather seat pressing into my back. jake slid into the passenger seat without a word, his cold eyes never leaving me as jay took the driver's seat and started the engine. the car rolled out of the driveway, its tires crunching against the gravel, and soon, we were speeding down a deserted road. i tried to make sense of what was happening, but my thoughts were a tangled mess. where were we going? and why had jake gone to such lengths to keep me here? i turned my gaze to the rearview mirror, but jay's eyes met mine in the reflection, offering no answers—only the silence of the night.

the car finally came to a stop, its engine cutting off with a soft hum. my heart raced as i looked up at the imposing gates of a luxurious mansion. the driveway was long, lined with neatly trimmed hedges and tall trees that seemed to swallow the car's headlights. it looked like something out of a dream—except this one wasn’t a dream. it was my nightmare. jake wasted no time. he pulled me out of the backseat, his grip tight and unyielding, his fingers digging into my arm. the cold air outside only made the situation feel more surreal, like i was trapped in some strange version of reality that i couldn’t escape. we walked up to the grand entrance, my footsteps hesitant and slow as i tried to process everything.

the mansion’s doors opened with a heavy creak, and i was led inside, the warmth of the house doing little to soothe the unease gnawing at me. jake guided me through the halls with a firm hand, his presence looming over me like a shadow. as we entered a room, i froze. my heart skipped a beat when i saw what was inside. the walls were covered with photographs—pictures of me, my team, moments frozen in time, like a twisted shrine to our lives. but it wasn’t just the pictures. files with our personal information were scattered across the tables, and plans were pinned to a massive bulletin board in the center of the room. it was like jake had been watching our every move for so long, anticipating our every step. i felt a chill crawl down my spine as i took in the room's contents. jake noticed my hesitation and leaned closer, his voice low. "you see, y/n, i’ve been planning this for a long time. everything has been leading up to this." his grip on my arm tightened, making sure i couldn’t look away from the madness around me.

chapter 8

jake’s eyes softened as he stepped closer, the intensity in his gaze never leaving mine. "you see, y/n, all these years of following you, watching you, it was never just about the mission. i developed... feelings. dangerous ones. and i realized it wasn’t just obsession—it was love." his voice, though calm, had an undercurrent of something more sinister, like he was trying to convince me of something i didn’t want to hear. i stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest. love? how could he even say that after everything he had done? after what he had taken from me? my mind raced with all the terrible memories—the betrayals, the deaths, the fear. there was no way i could love him back. not after everything. not after the destruction he caused.

jake seemed to read the doubt in my eyes and took a step closer, his voice turning soft, almost pleading. "i know you’re confused. but i’ve been patient, waiting for the right moment to show you what we could have together." he glanced at me for a brief second, almost as if waiting for me to say something, anything. but i couldn’t bring myself to speak. i wanted to scream at him, ask how he could justify everything he did, how he could call what he felt love when it was so twisted. but as i looked at him, i couldn’t deny that he was… well, attractive. when he revealed his face earlier, i had to admit, i couldn’t ignore the way my heart skipped a beat. but that was it. nothing more. 

he was probably surrounded by women who didn’t question his actions or who he was. he had the power, the charm, the allure—things i could never have. i shook my head slightly, trying to suppress the conflicting emotions rising within me. "how could i love you after everything you've done?" i whispered under my breath, not sure if he even heard me. but jake was relentless, his hand brushing against my cheek, his touch strangely gentle despite the dark words that followed. "you will, y/n. you’ll see. you’ll understand soon enough."

jake’s fingers deftly untied the rope binding my arms, and for a split second, i thought i could escape, that maybe, just maybe, i could get out of this. but before i could even think of making a move, i lashed out at him, my hands balled into fists, aiming for his chest. i wasn’t going to let him win, not like this. but jake was prepared. he dodged and blocked every one of my attacks, his movements calm and measured. it was like he had anticipated this, knew exactly how i would react in my emotional turmoil. he wasn’t surprised by my resistance, and that realization made my chest tighten even more.

in one swift move, he grabbed me, his grip firm as he pushed me backward. before i could even brace myself, my body hit the bed behind me, the force knocking the air out of my lungs. i struggled, trying to shove him off, but jake held me down, his body pressed against mine. i could feel the heat of his breath against my skin as he leaned in closer, his voice low and smooth, like honey. "y/n," he whispered, his words dripping with false comfort. "you don’t need to fight me. you don’t need to be scared. i’ve been here all along, haven’t i? you’ve always known i was meant to be with you." his voice was almost hypnotic, coaxing me into submission, making my body feel heavy, like i couldn’t escape his hold, no matter how much i tried. tears stung my eyes, my emotions a whirlwind of confusion and pain. his words were poison, eating away at my resolve. i hated how easy it was for him to manipulate me, how easily he saw through the walls i had built to protect myself.

his fingers brushed my cheek gently, wiping away a tear that escaped. “you’re not weak, y/n,” he murmured, as if trying to reassure me, but it only made me feel more vulnerable, more exposed. i couldn’t accept his words, couldn’t bring myself to believe him. this wasn’t love. this was control, obsession, and cruelty wrapped in a smile. but no matter how many times i told myself that, i couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. i felt powerless, like every punch i threw was nothing more than a feeble attempt to fight back against something much stronger than i was. i threw another punch at his chest, but it landed with no force, just a soft thud. it felt pathetic, like everything about me had become pathetic. i was trapped, drowning in my own emotions as jake held me close, his grip unyielding.

i hated how emotionally weak i was in that moment, how jake's words seeped into my mind and twisted everything i believed. my heart ached, my chest heavy with the weight of everything that had happened. the anger inside me was still there, simmering beneath the surface, but it couldn’t break through. no matter how hard i tried to push him away, his presence just seemed to fill every space around me, suffocating me. “why...? why me?” the question escaped my lips before i could stop it, a desperate plea for some kind of explanation, something that would make sense of all this madness.

i needed to understand—why me? out of everyone, why did he fixate on me like this? jake’s expression softened, and for a moment, it almost looked like he cared. his voice, when he spoke, was still soothing, like he was trying to calm me down, like he thought he had all the answers i was looking for. “because you’re the one i was always meant to find, y/n. you’ve always been the one. you’ve always been mine, whether you realized it or not.” his words were like a lullaby, and i hated how they made my heart flutter despite myself.

chapter 9 (smut)

jake's lips were soft against my skin as he placed small, lingering kisses across my face. each kiss felt like a cruel reminder of my helplessness, of how trapped i was in this nightmare. his touch felt almost tender, but there was no denying the darkness behind it. he kissed my tears away, his fingers brushing against my cheek with a gentle, almost soothing motion, like he was trying to erase the evidence of my pain. "everything will be alright now, with me," he whispered, his voice so calm and certain.

it was as if he believed every word he said, like he truly thought this was the solution—like his twisted affection could make everything better. i couldn’t push him away. not now, not in this moment when my body felt weak and my mind was clouded by confusion. i knew i should resist, that i should fight back with everything i had, but the weight of his presence, the way he held me, made it almost impossible to find the strength to do so. i hated how vulnerable i was, how his control over me felt so complete. every part of me screamed that this was wrong, but in that moment, i couldn’t seem to break free.

his actions now felt so out of place compared to the cold, calculating man i once knew. it was as if a switch had been flipped in him, revealing a side i never thought existed—the tender, almost affectionate side of jake. the ruthless, dangerous figure that had stalked me, manipulated my every move, was now gone. in his place was someone who held me gently, spoke softly, as if he truly cared.

was this what he wanted all along? was this his twisted idea of love, of affection? to spend an eternity with me, to keep me by his side, no matter the cost? his touch, his words, everything about this moment felt so surreal, like i was caught in a dream. i tried to push the thought away, to remind myself of everything he'd done, but something inside me faltered. could this really be who he was now? or was i just fooling myself, letting his manipulations take hold?

jake's lips met mine unexpectedly, catching me completely off guard. i gasped into the kiss, the surprise muffled by his lips as they pressed gently but insistently against mine. his hand moved to cup my face, fingers brushing lightly across my skin as if he were trying to memorize every detail. his other arm slid around my waist, pulling me closer to him, his touch possessive yet somehow tender, as if this moment was something he had longed for. i couldn't react immediately—my mind was a whirl of confusion, panic, and disbelief. everything felt so foreign, so wrong, and yet, there was an undeniable pull i couldn’t explain.

jake’s lips trailed down my neck, his kisses light and almost teasing, causing a sharp gasp to escape me. i couldn’t believe this was happening, his touch strangely tender, almost affectionate. it made my stomach churn with confusion and self-loathing. “jake… no-” i tried to protest, but he cut me off, his voice soothing yet commanding, “shh, don’t worry.” his words sent a strange shiver through me, his reassurance not comforting, but unnerving. he was trying to control the situation, trying to control me. but i couldn’t stop myself from reacting, my body betraying my mind as his kisses continued down, each one more insistent than the last.

i felt jake's body move against mine, his hardness pressing against me with a deliberate slowness that sent shivers down my spine. i tried to cover my mouth, whimpering softly as he ground against me, but jake's hand closed around mine and pulled it away. "i want to hear you," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot and husky. his words sent a surge of fear through me, but i was powerless to stop the sounds escaping from between my lips—soft whimpers and moans that seemed to fuel jake's desire.

jake's fingers deftly worked the zipper of my pants, and i felt a surge of panic as he slowly pulled them down. but instead of removing them completely, he left me in just my underwear, teasing me with the promise of what was to come. my whimpering grew more insistent as he reached for my shirt buttons, his fingers moving with a gentle precision that belied the intensity of our situation. he slipped it off my shoulders, and i felt his hands close around mine once more—this time to massage my breasts with a tender intimacy that sent shivers coursing through me.

jake's fingers danced across my skin, his touch sending sparks of sensation through me as he removed his clothes. i felt a flutter in my chest as he revealed himself to me, his member hard and ready. his voice was low and husky as he whispered in my ear - "you can take it, you were made for me" - the words dripping with possessiveness and confidence. i felt a shiver run down my spine as i gazed up at him, his eyes burning with an intensity that left me breathless.

i tried to push jake away, my hands scrabbling at his chest as he slowly began to enter me. but he was too strong, too insistent, and i felt myself being pulled back down into the darkness of our passion. tears streamed down my face as the pain washed over me, a burning sensation that threatened to consume me whole. i knew it couldn't be happening—this wasn't who i was, but all that mattered was the knot in my stomach growing tighter with each passing moment as jake's thrusts quickened and deepened.

my whimpers gradually gave way to moans as jake's movements became more insistent, his thrusts driving me deeper into the pleasure he caused. i tried to look away to escape the intensity of our connection, but jake's hand closed around my face, holding it in place as he whispered reassurances in my ear—“don't worry y/n, don't be shy, i'm here.” his words were a gentle counterpoint to the roughness of our lovemaking, and i felt myself relaxing into his touch even as my body continued to respond with abandon.

i felt myself building towards a climax, my body trembling with anticipation as i whispered the words "i'm close" into jake's ear. he responded with a low, husky growl—“go on, come for me”—his voice urging me towards release. and then, in perfect rhythm, he let out a groan of his own, signaling that he was close too. the tension between us snapped like a rubber band, and we both came crashing down into the abyss of our pleasure.

as our bodies released their pent-up tension, jake slid down beside me, his arms wrapping around me in a tight embrace. he held me close, his chest heaving with exertion as he whispered words that sent shivers down my spine—"i hope you understand now how much i love you." his voice was low and husky, filled with emotion and conviction. i felt his heart beating against mine, and for a moment, the chaos of our passion subsided, replaced by a sense of connection and intimacy.

[rikabluejay]

MDNI!!!!!

Hard thoughts

Just thinking about….

♤Sunghoon is known for his calm demeanor and soft interior, but you’ve learned the hard way never to piss him off. The moment you push him too far, the shift is instant. His normally gentle touch turns firm, his gaze darkens, and the air between you thickens with tension. You can feel it in every controlled movement, every slow breath he takes, as if he’s waiting for the right moment to remind you that his patience isn’t limitless. By the time he’s done with you, your ability to walk away will be the last thing on your mind.

♤Sunghoon is also known for his protective side, especially when it comes to his loved ones, and it’s no different when it comes to you—except it’s much more intense. You’re his, and his alone, and the moment someone dares to cross your boundaries, you can feel the shift in him. His calm demeanor cracks, and a dangerous edge takes over. He’ll intervene if necessary, but when you’re alone, that protective fire doesn’t fade—it intensifies. He takes it out on you, guiding you through his frustration in ways that remind you just how much you belong to him.

♤You’ll take whatever he gives you, no complaints, because deep down you both know that nothing is ever “too much” for either of you. You thought you were the kinkiest person you knew—until you met Sunghoon. He pushes boundaries with a gentle, calm hand, showing you a side of yourself you never thought existed. With him, you learn just how far you’re willing to go, and every moment leaves you craving more, trusting him completely to guide you to places you’ve never been before.

♤When you’re good to him, Sunghoon makes sure you’re rewarded, and in his eyes, you’re always deserving of it. “Good girls always get rewards,” he murmurs, his voice smooth with satisfaction. Whether it’s bringing heaven to you with tender care spending hours between your legs, he’ll do whatever it takes. For his princess, he’ll always go the extra mile, giving you what you crave because you’ve been such a good girl to him. His care and intensity intertwine, making every moment feel like a reward, just for you.

♤You both had a rule—the only time you’re allowed to touch yourself is when he’s abroad, on a call, sometimes even a video call. But the moment he’s back in the country, the rule is clear: you absolutely cannot. You, however, broke that rule, and Sunghoon caught you. It’s probably the only time you’ll ever break it—or maybe just the first time, because when you’re feeling mischievous again, you know Sunghoon’s not the kind of man to let anything slide. He’ll remind you of that rule, in ways that leave you breathless, pushing your limits and testing how far you’ll go before you beg him for forgiveness.

♤Sunghoon knows exactly how to tease you, drawing it out until your last ounce of patience snaps. He enjoys watching you squirm, the way your breath catches, and the frustration builds in you. Every move he makes, every whispered word, is designed to push you closer to the edge. And when you’re on the verge of tears, he knows he’s won. If you manage to stay good, he’ll reward you, but if you don’t—his punishments are relentless. His words cut deep, sharp and unyielding, making every second feel like an eternity as he tests just how much you can take before you break.

♤Sunghoon is always in control, but you can see the flicker of amusement in his eyes when he’s teasing you. He enjoys watching you try to hold it together, knowing exactly when to push you just a little further. And when you finally snap, he’s there to catch you, making sure you’re okay, but leaving you craving more.

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A/N: lol idk if this is my best work but enjoy people😮‍💨 you can leave me asks and requests if you want to✨