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yourfatherlucifer · 8 months ago

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Our Aurora : Chapter 3

Poly!Ot8!Ateez x afab/female!Reader

Summary: Attending university with your eight boyfriends wasn’t easy, neither was sharing a mansion with them.

Warnings: MDNI, this mini series includes tons of smut, slight violence, protective ateez, poly relationship, established relationship, mentions of mxm, choking, other smut themes.

SMUT ONLY CHAPTER

WC: 1.9k

AU: University

Genre: Smut/fluff

Nets: @newworldnet

Tags: @deltamoon666 @watermelon2319 @justconniez @a-teez-4-exo @mingtinysworld @certifiedmoa @kittkat44 @sanhwalvr @spenceatiny18 @vtyb23 @sousydive @haebaragisworld @yourallaround-simp @therealcuppicake @ja3hwa @angel-hyuckie @mingisdoll @minkilicious @hwallazia

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“Jongho?” You called out to your boyfriend in the passenger seat.

Yunho glanced at you from the rear view mirror, already seeing you unbuckle yourself in the backseat, “Y/N, put that seat belt back on this-“

“No. Jongho, please take your cock out.” You licked your lips as you leaned over the console from the backseat.

Jongho dropped his phone in his lap, “W-what?” You and Yunho had just picked Jongho up from soccer practice and you were horny as fuck.

“What the fuck, Y/n?” Jongho slowly turned to stare at you.

“You heard me, whip your cock out.” You stared down at his clenched fists.

Yunho gripped the steering wheel, he wanted to watch so bad, watch his girlfriend give his boyfriend a handjob.

“Yes, I did in fact hear you, but..” Jongho sighed, “We are on the highway, I can’t just take my dick out.”

“Jongho, baby, the windows are tinted, if you don’t want to, that’s fine.” You sat back in your seat, “I’ll just fuck myself back here.”

Yunho growled and you both stopped what you were doing to look at him, “Fuck, you two are so annoying.” He pushed his glasses up his nose and swerved to find an empty lot, cars honking at him for driving recklessly.

When he found a safe place, he turned off the car, “Y/N, up here, now.”

You grumbled to yourself and climbed up front, not sure who to sit on, “Um..”

Yunho pushed his seat back and reclined it, yanking you to sit on his lap, “You just couldn’t wait till we got home to fuck the star boy, could you? Should I punish you?” You let out a whimper as he grinded you on his bulge.

Jongho let out a loud gulp as he palmed his growing erection, “Yunho..don’t you think-“

“Shut up, Jongho, unless you want me to punish you too.” Yunho had thrown his glasses in the backseat and glared at the younger male.

You smacked Yunho’s shoulder, “Stop being mean to him, he didn’t do anything.” Yunho quirked up his lip in annoyance, grabbing your throat with his long fingers.

“I really should shut that mouth of yours, shouldn’t I?” His other hand came to palm your covered breast, “Because all you seem to do is yap and yap.”

Jongho didn’t know what to do in this moment, he froze up. He could only watch as his male lover fondled your body and roughed you up. He watched as Yunho latched his lips onto your collarbone. His cock was aching by now, begging to be freed from his shorts.

Yunho ripped open your shirt to access more of your chest, “Yunho!” You gasped, the sudden air exposure bringing chills to your nipples.

This was so hot in Jongho’s eyes, he couldn’t take it anymore and pulled his cock out. He sighed in relief and rested his head on the headrest, closing his eyes as he listened to your moans and whines. All because of Yunho.

Yunho gripped your waist tightly, “Strip. Bare.”

You didn’t even hesitate, just too excited to finally have a cock inside of you after being horny all day. You’d take any of your boyfriends.

Jongho lightly panted from the side, “Yunho, please, I need to be inside of her. Can we go home?”

Yunho slapped your ass and stared at Jongho, “You can wait, I’m going in first. So be patient like the little good boy you are, got it? Maybe I’ll fuck you after.”

Jongho didn’t want to wait, he’s been so pent up with his never ending practices, especially with the big game coming up. He just wanted to be inside one of his lovers or maybe the other way around. He just didn’t have time. He could only suffer as he watched Yunho caress and fondle your body. He could only watch as your bare body shivered from the cold air. He could only watch as Yunho’s long fingers slip inside your dripping cunt, eager and ready to suck his digits in.

Your body arched towards Yunho, your nipples pressing against his warm cardigan. You had enough of his teasing and rocked your hips but he gripped your hip with free hand, forcing you to stop.

“Did I say you could move, brat?” His eyes were glazed over in either anger or lust. You honestly couldn’t tell.

A whimper escaped your throat, “I’m sorry, Yuyu.”

A smirk painted his cheeks, “There’s a good girl, now behave.”

Jongho couldn’t even touch his neglected cock, too afraid of what Yunho would do. As much as he wanted to fuck his fist right there, he couldn’t. He didn’t want the punishment he knew would come. He just knew Yunho would tie him up with a vibrator tied to his cock head, never letting him cum. He didn’t want that. He couldn’t handle it.

All he wanted was to fuck his girlfriend.

Yunho reached between the two of your bodies and unbuckled his pants, allowing his long and thick cock to slip out, hitting your abdomen.

“I’m gonna fuck you, cum inside, then, we’re go home. And then, you’re gonna lay on the bed, Jongho is gonna fuck you, if he’s a good boy. While he’s doing that, I’m gonna fuck him. Sound good?” Yunho rubbed your waist and pulled out his fingers, your slick sticking to his fingers. A perfect example of how you never wanted to separate from any of your lovers.

“Yes!” You cried out.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir. Please, cum inside, sir!”

“That’s a good girl.” Yunho and Jongho watched as he pushed his cock inside, the sound of you whimpering caught their attention. They couldn’t help but groan.

Yunho was stretching you out so good. You never will get used to it and you know it.

Jongho fisted his shorts. He just couldn’t take the way he watched your cunt suck in Yunho with such ease. It didn’t help that you had eight boyfriends to stretch your hole whenever you wanted. You weren’t loose by any means, you were tight still. But you had such skill to easily take Yunho as big as he is.

Yunho guided your waist up and down, grinning as he saw your face contort into something of pure pleasure. He went to cup your breast, the cold metal of his rings brought shivers to your skin.

You moaned as his cock hit all the right places. The car windows were beginning to steam up from the sex. To top it off, Jongho couldn’t take it anymore and wrapped his fingers around his thick cock, muttering curses under his breath.

A ring of your slick and cum wrapped around Yunho’s cock. His heavy breathing did not help the steamy air, nor the way his hand gripped his girth. He was imagining he was the one inside of you, twisting his fist and pumping with each movement that Yunho made, just to simulate as if he was the one fucking you into oblivion. He knew he’d get his turn but he was impatient.

He’d just have to wait his turn.

Jongho carried you up the stairs, ignoring your other boyfriends calls, it was his turn and he wanted it badly.

Yunho was grinning ear to ear as he followed the two of you to your bedroom.

Jongho threw onto the bed, already stripping himself of his soccer uniform. He was ready to pounce, “Come on, pretty, strip for us.” He gave his standing cock a few strokes and waited in anticipation.

Yunho made his way to the seat in the corner.

When Jongho finally had his cock head to your entrance, you just couldn’t wait and whined for his body to be pressed against yours.

“Jongho, please, hurry, want you inside already.”

“Patience, Y/N.” He grabbed his base and slowly pushed in, groaning as your cunt squeezed his thick girth, “Fuck, Yunho just stretched you out and you’re still tight?” Jongho couldn’t take the way you felt around him, he wanted to cum then and there.

Yunho licked his lips while he watched you struggle to take Jongho, even if he did just fuck you in the car. He wanted to laugh, but kept it to himself. He wasn’t a maniac. Well, maybe a little. He liked making you scream and cry on his cock. With him, Jongho, and Mingi being the biggest cocks out of your eight boyfriends, he knew you struggled to take each one.

It was funny and cute.

Your fingernails scraped along Jongho’s back as he pounded into your hole, sparing no mercy. He was so happy to finally be snug inside.

Your whimpers and moans filled the room, the skin slapping could be heard in the separate rooms. If Seonghwa was home, and in his room you were sure he’d be pissed right now. Seeing as now is around the time he usually studies.

“Come on, Y/N, you can do it. Take my cock like the good girl you are.” Jongho grunted, gripping your waist tightly, “Come on, baby, have this tight cunt make me cum.” He could feel Yunho’s cum each time he fucked into you, the squelching didn’t help it.

“Jongho!” You had your nth orgasm of the night, you couldn’t take it, the overstimulation was becoming unbearable and yet you knew they’d wanna do double penetration. Maybe you could convince them to wait till later. You knew they’d listen to your every word.

Yunho stood up and approached you on the bed, taking your fingers and wrapping them around his cock, “Make me cum again, yeah?”

You could barely focus on pumping the heavy cock in your hands as Jongho went relentless on your cunt, he was getting sloppier which meant he was getting close.

“Fuck, Jongho! Slow down.” Your head snapped up to catch Jongho focusing on the way his cock slipped in and out, the way his tongue hung out of his mouth. It was so hot, but he was getting rough. Which you usually didn’t mind. If you hadn’t already fucked the other monster cock in the room not that long ago.

His cum spurted in ropes, whining as he was finally at his limit, “Oh, baby, so good.” His hair stuck to his forward and he never looked so attractive.

“Jongho..” You whined for him, feeling him pull out.

Yunho lightly smacked your breast to get your attention back on him, “Come on, don’t lose focus on me now.”

Right. You had to give equal attention when fucking more than one of them, “Sorry, Yuyu.” You let go of his cock and leaned over to wrap your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around.

“Such a good girl..” He groaned and gripped your hair.

Meanwhile, Jongho left for the bathroom to clean himself off and prepare to take care of you once Yunho got his fill.

Yunho was growing impatient and decided to just fuck your face, your gagging only spurred him on.

Your eyes fluttered open to stare up at him and his fucked out face, he also looked so hot and attractive. How lucky you are to have so many loving and hot boyfriends who took care of your every need.

Yunho held your face close to his pelvis so that he cum shot straight down your throat, gulping it all down. He grinned and patted your cheek, “Good girl, did such a good job for us.”

Jongho returned with towels and water, “Geez, Yunho, she looks spent. The hell did you do?”

He shrugged and sat beside you, wiping the cum away from the corner of your lips.

“Eh, who cares. She loved it, didn’t you baby?”

You nodded with a weak smile, “Every time.”

“God, you two are weird.”

“You love us.

“Do I?”

“Jongho!”

“I’m joking, I love you all.”

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hannieween · 10 months ago

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guilty pleasures series | boo seungkwan (M) ongoing

Planning a wedding is not easy. It is one of the most difficult feats you had ever chosen to do. That and seeing Boo Seungkwan again. Seungkwan, the golden boy, the teacher's favourite. The person you had a stupid undying crush on.

✾ pairings: boo seungkwan x female reader ✾ genre: fluff, smut ✾ au: theatre performer seungkwan, childhood crush to lovers ✾ word count: 24.5k

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part i | honey Planning a wedding is not easy. It is one of the most difficult feats you had ever chosen to do. That and seeing Boo Seungkwan again. Seungkwan, the golden boy, the teacher's favourite. The person you had a stupid undying crush on.

🎧: cotton candy – jinyoung | let me in – exo | candy – baekhyun

part ii | chocolate When you first kissed your childhood crush Boo Seungkwan, you didn't stop to consider all the implications... like him liking you back.

🎧: hype boy – new jeans | peaches – kai | bad – wave to earth

part iii | coming soon

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radioactive-metal · 7 days ago

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CASINOOOOOO FICCCCCCCCCC (pt.1)

ITS HEREEEEEEEEEE

good morning and merry Christmas my fellow obsessed fans of this lovely wee series we have here, I grant to youse, as a Christmas present, the first Half (or so) of the casino fic. It’s got insanity, it’s got scheming, and it’s got a buggerton of innuendo. What more could you want?

so anyways, wherever you are in the world, with family or friends or perhaps by yourself, have a merry Christmas, Ido’nai, Hanukkah, Sanguinalia, or whatever you choose to celebrate. That’s enough rambling in my part. Enjoy gang.

Authors notes: in this the AU emerald city fiasco happens before semperternity. And the Zero is waiting somewhere else. So the squad is flush with cash but still without direction. This will be fun.

Tyler:

“What do you mean it’s missing a piece?” Cat looked about ready to murder someone, most likely Aurora. I laid a hand on her shoulder, very much ready to stop her acting on her fury.

“I can feel it. It’s broken. Look at the eye on this compared to the drawing.” Aurora pointed at the trigger sitting on top of the console to the picture of the sigil she had unconsciously scrawled. She was right. It was missing the gem in its eye.

Finian leant back against the bridge bulkhead, exo whining as he did so “good news gang! I have a cousin who just so happens to deal in missing parts of random artifacts from an ancient race of aliens.”

“Really?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. Finian looked at me like at me like I had just asked why we couldn’t open a window in the longbow, “No golden boy. Did the GIA give you concussion or am I losing my touch?”

“I would bet that ty lost more braincells from my punch then you ever had numbnuts.” Cat ground out. Finian raised his eyebrows “Nice one dirtgirl, I’ll have to add that to my collection.”

Zila sat, sucking on a lick of hair for a moment, tapping furiously at her uniglass. “I have found the missing piece. Its location was detailed in the data left in the safe deposit box.”

Every person on the bridge whirled around to look at her. “Unfortunately, it is in the vault of La Casio Royale, in Neomonoco. However, currently, the Time to the Line race is on in the system, so it will be slightly easier to sneak in.”

I drummed my fingers on the armrest of my chair. “I feel like there’s something missing here”

Finian rubbed his temples, “yeah golden boy, there is. If you thought biatchiis security was bad, the Vaults de la Royale makes his look like a play pretend cash register.”

Scarlett:

On one hand, I had always wanted to see the time to the line race, preferably from a luxury yacht, waited on by a small army of very handsome men all named christoff. But in the other: we now had to pull off a heist that made that whole business on semperternity look like taking candy from a baby. The entire vault was open to vacuum, with electrified walls, laser sensors, shelves that weighed each lockbox sensitive to .00003 grams.

But on the other other hand: I got to put on my best outfit and lie, gamble, and drink my way through la Casio Royale, the best establishment in the galaxy for the sins of greed and gluttony.

Needless to say, I had my work cut out for me getting my squad mates up to par.

Once we had landed our (heavily disguised) longbow, we made our way to an incredibly expensive apartment complex. Zila had a set of keys and guided us to a door labeled 312. We stepped in and were all floored by the opulence. Oak paneling lined the walls. Onyx tiling led the way to the central living area, with a colossal window and balcony overlooking the ocean of the planet. The legion clearly hadn’t skimped out when building this place. I still couldn’t wrap my head around how they had laid all of this out. The box, the camouflage unit on the longbow, this apartment. It was as if they knew what was going to happen before it did.

There were 6 doors leading off the main corridor. Each one was inscribed with a different sigil. One had seven lines, the next had a stylized double A, after that was two hoops. Then on the other side of the hall was another four, with a beetle, a handbag, a gold bar, and a phoenix.

I took a wild guess, and opened the door with a handbag on it. Inside I found a lavishly decorated room, all velvet carpet and silk sheets. The largest bed I had ever seen sat in the middle, and directly across from the door to the room was a massive ornate closet. I gently stepped over to it, and found it was full to the brim with an incredible selection of clothes. Worksuits hung next to ball gowns, and everything in between.

There was two doors, I opened the first one and found a bathroom filled with enough marble to have depleted a small quarry. High end toiletries were arraigned next to glass sinks. I then check the other door, and found myself in a small corridor, with another door on the other end. I closed the door behind me and opened the next one.

I found myself transported to trask. A low ceiling studded with stalactites. Gently glowing blue vines grew on the walls, and floating in the center, quite possibly the best part of the room, was one Finian De Karen De Seel.

Aurora:

I opened the door with the old logo of Ad Astra, and I found myself in my childhood bedroom. It was the exact same. From the crappy old wooden bedframe to the books laid about the place. On the bedside table was a note.

Aurora:

We are so sorry that this is what you have to do. You should have been welcomed into this new time, not forced to run.

Please consider this to be some very small apology,

Aurora Legion command

Admiral Adams and Greater Clan Battle Leader De Stoy

Below the message a small chip was taped. I plugged it into Magellan and saw it was a video. I pressed play and saw Callie, though much older, mid thirties at least, carrying a toddler. “Look the the camera kiddo! Say hello to your auntie Auri! Can you say hello little Jie?”

The toddler seem more focused on its mother bracelets.

“Hi Auri. I know you won’t ever see this, but I like to keep you updated. Even though you’re gone. This is Jie-lin. She’s 2 years old now. I hope you’re safe wherever you are. I love you”

I couldn’t keep it together. I broke down. These past few days coupled with this just broke me. I started bawling. Ugly, broken sobs that scratched at my throat as they came up.

I stared at that final frame of Callie. So grown up, so much older than me. I wondered what had happened. To mom, to dad, to the family after I left. Did mom go back to school? Did Callie ever go and see Hong Kong like she always wanted? What happened to dad?

I was stirred from my thoughts by one of the doors to my room creaking open. What would have once led to the kitchen now opened up into a plain grey corridor, currently occupied by the galaxies greatest Legolas lookalike.

We locked eyes for a moment. I saw that wall behind his eyes crumble for just a moment. I saw concern, but it could have well been pity.

“What…” my voice, scratchy and raw, caught in my throat “what do you want?”

Those damned purple eyes flicked away from me. And over the rest of the room, almost drinking it in. He stepped past the doorway, closing the door behind him without a south, and dropped noiselessly into a position with his legs crossed under him.

“Strong and silent then. Ok Legolas.” I mumbled, reaching around for something to throw at him. I grabbed my pillow, and acting on instinct from something I’d done a million times before, chucked it. He caught it out of mid air without a flinch. He raised a single, immaculate silver eyebrow at me.

“Stop doing that you son of a biscuit!”

“Stop what?”

“Being so irritating and rude and annoying and cute - er.. uh…”

Both his eyebrows jumped up to his forehead and I saw the faintest glimmer of what could be hope in his eyes.

Tyler:

Everyone else filtered off to their rooms, leaving one door unopened. As I opened the door I found a nice, it not ostentatious bedroom. Nicer than my room at the academy, but not what I would have expected from such a fancy apartment. Honestly I preferred it. I was never truly at home in fancy places, even when my dad traveled for the senate and took me and scar with me. It was always too much.

There were three other doors than the one I had just entered. The first was open to a bathroom, the second was a glass balcony door, that had a stunning view of the ocean.

The third door was closed, and had no obvious labels or indications of its purpose. I stepped over to it, and opened it only to find myself with scarcely four centimetres away from Cat. She looked up at me, and for just a moment I was there again, on shore leave, scotch in our veins and together. I staggered backwards, overwhelmed by that closeness with her. My ace, my closest friend, my confidante.

“Come now Ty, I’m not that scary”

“No-no god no of course not Cat no. You just…. Scared me.”

“Heh. And I never broke any academy regs. You’re fooling nobody Tyler.”

She lifted a hand, and with it a bottle of Terran scotch.

“We’ve made enough bad decisions in the past few days to fill a lifetime. What’s one more?”

And honestly? I couldn’t argue with that.

“So do you want to shout at me first or can we skip to the fun part?”

The now setting sun glowed a gorgeous golden orange through the light, catching in her dark hair and lighting up her face, now covered in a smile.

“Are you having a laugh? Nah. You’re going to sit your ass in the seat over there, and we are going to talk this out while I partake in this fine bottle of scotch that was left in my room. After that? We’ll see.”

By the time she had finished shouting at me, the sun was gone. In its stead was twin moons, visibly moving across the sky. We were sitting out on the balcony. She had a glass with a triple shot of scotch, I had some mineral water.

“Ya know Ty? I honestly considered the GIA’s offer on semperternity.”

“Is that the booze talking or you?”

“Are you having a laugh? I’m as sober as a funeral. This stuff” she shook the glass “is about as weak as nuns piss.”

“I figured. On both counts I mean. At risk of sounding uncomfortably cliche, I had faith that even though you wanted the offer, you would still back me.”

“God I hate when you read me like a book.”

“What can I say? I know you too well.”

A glint in her eyes made me realize what I had just done.

“Oh really now Ty? Are you sure? Cause I think there might be a few things you don’t know.”

And with that, I was dragged back through the door and onto the bed.

Cat Brannock 1, Tyler Jones 0

Zila:

There was a large amount of data stored on several storage wafers in my room. Each one contained briefings, plans, and other such information. Most was time locked to future dates, but I located one unlocked folder. Within was two subfolders, labeled ‘Orders’ and ‘Blue Prints’

The orders folder contain a briefing document with a security clearance I did not recognize. It was inaccessible, presumably corrupted, as it was date locked several hundred years in the past, and yet could not be opened.

The Blue prints folder was much more fruitful. Within was pages upon pages of plans, analysis, and photos of the vault we had to crack into.

Along with data was a note, one of several I had found so far. This one read “trust the hawk”. I piled it with the other notes, some had been helpful, pointing me to guide my team mates in the correct direction. Others were much more cryptic, many mentioning hawks, crystals, and the ancient myth of Ouroboros.

More to consider.

I wonder if it is wrong to manipulate my teammates.

I am still not feeling nothing

Finian

I spent most of the evening after Scarlett left fixing up my exosuit. The fact the legion splurged for terrestrial anti grav made feel warm and fuzzy inside. Or maybe that was talking to Scar. Who knows?

After an extremely long and deep sleep in zero G, I woke at would be 8:30 station time. Later than normal but not ridiculously so. With a sigh and some grumbling I donned my exo once again and turned off the Zero G. All of those pains and aches I thought had gone? They came right back. Turns out there’s only so much one nights sleep can do.

I opened the door and wandered out to the common area of the apartment, to find Zila sitting at the counter, obsessing over some file in her uniglass, and Kal out on the balcony doing some sort of meditation.

“Third awake isn’t bad… where’s our high and mighty squad leader?”

“Sleeping with legionnaire Brannock.”

I did a double take at that “asleep? Or…. The other thing?”

Zila didn’t respond.

“Maker… really? My goodness he’s actually human? I thought they assembled him at the overachiever factory.”

“There is no such factory.”

“Don’t change Zila. I need someone to tell me these things”

With that I wandered over to the refrigerator to see what we had. I found it stocked better than I could have hoped. It even had my favorite kind of breakfast burrito.

“Wow, they really did think of everything.”

Zila made a small noise, then hurriedly typed something on her uni.

At that, as if on cue, Scarlett walked round the corner. Far from her usual put-togetherness, she looked bedraggled, hair frizzy and makeup smeared. Even then though, as she caught my eye and winked, I felt like my stomach was full of butterflies.

“Morning Zila”

No response, Zila being a conversationalist ad always.

“And good morning fin”

The gentle smile, the way she said my name… it felt like someone had released another crate of butterflies in my stomach (why do they keep dumping them there? Do I look like a bug enclosure?)

“M-Morning Scar”

She walked over, brushed my hand (for just a little too long to be accidental) to hit a button on the coffee maker. I personally couldn’t stand the stuff, but Scarlett seemed to guzzle it like air.

“Any plans for the day?”

“You know, the usual, being the most handsome member of the squad.”

“The usual indeed. You can multitask while doing that I presume? I have a shopping list and need a spare set of hands getting it all. We can get lunch and such. I know a guy here.”

There was quite a few things to unpack there. First was her agreeing with me? The most handsome? Maker that let off a third… flock? Collection? Swarm? Of butterflies. The second… was she was asking me to go out with her. To go shopping and get lunch. Me. ME. The only reason she would pick me for that is if-

Great maker in the heavens. Scarlett Jones was asking me out on a date.

Tyler

The sunlight streaming through my window gently brought me back from the sandman. I stirred and moved my arm to my eye, only for it to hit something warm, and vaguely soft and-

Oh yeah. Last night. The memories flashed though my head like a dying star. I cracked an eye open, and saw her there, next to me, still dead to the world.

Her hair was mussed, what little makeup she had smudged around. I shifted under the covers and gasped from the pain. Looks like I might have voided the warranty on the old fun factory.

The noise woke her up. With a grumble and yawn, she opened her eyes. Her voice was soft and scratchy, but no surprises there. Thank the maker the walls are thick.

“Morning Ty. What’s the big idea with all the noise?”

“The boys…. Poor fellas seem to have taken a beating”

“Wonder who could have done such a thing?”

With that, she shifted closer to me and closed

her eyes again.

Should I have done this? Probably no.

Was it a bad choice? Most likely.

Do I regret it? Let’s see.

I looked over at the clock at the side of the bed, 6:50. Later then I would normally wake up. I should probably get up.

However: this bed was comfy, and most importantly, there was a woman I loved next to me, and that was too much of a problem for the little bit of me that wanted to get up could overcome, and so I drifted back off to dream land, listening to Cats breath.

Kal:

I awoke at 5 AM ship time. My father had instilled this into me with his fists. I always woke at 5 now, no matter when or where I slept. I still have the scars, the last reminders of the wounds he inflicted, and the care my mother gave me. The universe truly was cruel. Making me the son of that wretched being, and taking my mother from me because of his fit of rage.

I went out to the balcony, to meditate as my mother showed me. It helped clear my head, and to tamp down the enemy within. I cleared my mind and reached out. My powers were weak, insignificant compared to all but the weakest of waywalkers, and yet i could still feel my comrades, ever so faintly. Tyler’s golden light, lighting him up like a beacon in the dark. Scarlett, glowing ruby red, casting a warm and welcoming glow around her. And Aurora. By all the souls of Syldra, Aurora.

She was like a star. Glowing with the purest white light, too strong to even look at. All I could see was her outline, and that void blue core of her being.

I was no stranger to being pulled in two different directions. The teachings of my father versus those of my mother. The enemy within versus me. But this one was different. One could fill the galaxy with words and it would not come close. If all the blood vessels were laid out to end to end, and each cell had the word love engraved on it, it would not equal one billionth of a second of the pull. It was nearly impossible to resist, myriad works of art had been created about it over the millennia. None came close to describing it. I opened my eyes from my meditation, and looked out over the glistening sea, utterly stunning by all accounts. It was bland and boring compared to Aurora. And yet, I was denied such a thing. I could not. Alas, she was human. I don’t know if she could even reciprocate these feelings.

That was until yesterday. Like a man clutching to a cliff edge, I hung on to those words. Was there hope? Did she mean those words? Those feelings flying off her like a star going supernova?

I did not have many of my mother gifts, but even I could feel the emotions of one as powerful as her.

And she felt something for me.

The smallest ember of emotion, which may catch.

And so hope remained.

And so despite everything, I had reason to smile.

Scarlett

I was 3/4ths of the way through my coffee when Tyler trudged in. Not walked, not marched, trudged. I have seen him do such a thing exactly twice in my entire life. The day after dad died, and the morning he got back from shore leave after graduation. Given that no one we know died, and the incredibly visible and large hickey on his neck… I’d say that my brother was engaging in…. Fraternization.

I’m impressed honestly. I had a bet with myself that he wouldn’t last through the 2nd night on the longbow, now it’s been a whole week! Impressive.

As Tyler rounds the corner, I notice his odd gait, swinging his leg out and forward, rather than straight ahead in proper marching style.

Fraternization indeed.

He stops at the counter, grabs one of the stools, and gingerly sits down. We lock eyes for just a moment and have an instant of perfect, non verbal twin to twin communication.

‘Really?’

‘Not a word’

The silence was broke by a sharp sniff through is nose, a long sigh and him shifting.

“Right then. Anything of note to report?”

“Negative sir” came Finians reply

“Nope”

“I have something sir” Zila had stopped tapping on her uniglass

“Well? The suspense is killing me legionnaire Madran, what is it?”

“Testy this more I see sir” Finian said, seeing if he couldn’t get a rise of his commander

“I have located blueprints and relevant construction information for the vault. I send them in a data package over our squad communications link, along with my personal analysis on viable points of entry.”

“Didn’t get much sleep then I take it Legionaire?”

“No more than you sir”

I choked on my coffee. Finian did a spit take and Tyler looked utterly bewildered.

“First: what I was or wasn’t doing last night is between me and the maker. Second: did you just make a joke?”

“No. I stated a fact. I got 4 hours and thirty two minutes of sleep last night, while by my estimation you got between four and three quarters and five hours of sleep.”

Finians pale skin was now flushed a pale shade of pink from him trying to hold in his laughter, meanwhile I was laughing around the coffee stuck in my throat and Tyler looked even more bewildered. The kind of bewildered that makes a deer in headlights look like a professor of psychology.

“I-uh- Well anyways, if you could pull up the data on the table hologram so we can prepare a briefing legionnaire.”

“Yes sir”

Aurora

I woke up with puffy eyes and a throat that felt like it has seen the wrong side of an industrial sandblaster. Turns out: crying yourself to sleep is awful. I can’t believe Hollywood lied to me. It’s almost like it’s full of paid actors.

I had to peel myself from my bed, I sign I had slept far deeper than normal. I opened the closet, and found that it was stocked with clothes exactly to my size and liking. I picked out a nice outfit and walked to what I could only assume was the kitchen, where I heard the gentle murmur of voices. I rounded to find everyone else in the squad all chatting amounts themselves, with coffee and, of all people, Cat, manning, as my mother would call it, the cooker. Tyler looked up, and gave me a kind smile.

“Well then, that’s everyone. I’ll start the briefing now if no one has any objections.” He paused “Ok good.” He tapped a button in the centre of the table. It lit up revealing blueprints, for what looked like a very over the top bank vault.

“This, ladies and gentlemen, is our target. The most fortified, secure, and impenetrable bank vault ever designed. Within, is contained the last part of the trigger, a 32 karat chunk of Eshvaren crystal.”

Scar leaned forward. “So an easy jaunt into a bank vault to steal a gem. What’s the problem?”

“Finian?”

The Beretreskan nodded

“If you remember Biattchis office, with the security system that would wake a carreer criminal screaming? This one would make them hand themselves in to the police and collapse into a jibbering, insane mess. Laser sensors and hair wire triggers, weighted boxes and hard vacuum. Silent penetration is nearly impossible”

Kal spoke up “so how do we intended to get in quietly?”

Finian giggled like a kid on Christmas morning. “Kal…. Who said anything about quiet?”

Tyler tapped the button on the table again.

“We will be organized into 3 groups of two, with Zila running support here.” He gestured at a point on the holographic map, indicating the apartment “Legionnaires De Seel and Jones task is to create a distraction. I don’t care if it’s a riot, a brawl, anything. We just need all eyes away from the vault. Legionnaire Gilwraith and Aurora will be our backup in case we have unwanted guests. Finally, me and legionnaire Brannock will be infiltrating the facility, opening the vault, and retrieving the target. Any questions?”

“How do we intends to breach the vault?”

Tyler’s eyes glimmered. “Are you familiar with shaped charges?”

[End of part 1. Teehee]

#aurora cycle #aurora burning #aurora rising #auroras end #the aurora cycle

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Darling

Genre: Vampire au, smut, 1800s au, moulin rouge inspired

Words: 5313

Paring: Taehyung x Y/n ( female prounouns) X Jungkook

Warning!: hinting at murder, hinting to prostitution, alcohol, oral ( f and m receving), pet names, light dirty talk, penetrating sex without condom, fingering, thigh riding, technically sex in public, biting and blood drinking, more of a dom Tae and sub jk.

a/n: So this idea came from no where and I have based some details on the history of moulin rouge. I was writing smut for Hoongjong from ateez but it didnt really go anywhere so you get this instead. in other news, I'm not really sure what is happening with Baekhyun and exo but i will support them no matter what! ps will post insider soon...

Gif is not mine

The light around then was dim and a reddish tone. Velvet surrounded most walls and furniture, gold and tassels trying to up the class of the place. Taehyung watched with heavy eyes as Jungkook flirted with some daughter of a rich man. Sweet smoke filled the room and Taehyung popped the first couple of his buttons in his white shirt. He sure was scandalous with only a black vest and rolled up sleeves but it was the whole idea of the club. He could smell a faint touch of sex in the air and any more flirting by Jungkook would sure make it more prominent. Taehyung's younger friend had lost his tie a long time ago as well and his collarbones sparkled with glitter.

He stood from his seat and strolled over to the two of them, smirking down to the blushing girl. She was breathless, glossy eyes and under their fingertips. On her chest laid an expensive necklace and he knew they had hit the jackpot.

“Why don't you come with us, pretty dove…” he grabbed her shoulders, whispering deep in her ear.

The hunger in Jungkook’s eyes made him look almost insane but that was what Taehyung liked about him, the switch between pleasure and pain. Besides, he too felt the grip slip with the scent of her sweet sweet blood.

Paris sure was different from London, more cigarettes and pastries, definitely more sun. Jungkook squinted at the gleaming orb, coffee in hand and a frown etched between his dark eyebrows.

“Sometimes I miss the rain….” he grumbled and Taehyung smiled lightly as he flipped the paper, eyes following the headline. The death of the rich Adaline, the vampires have come to Paris! Jungkook groaned as he too read the title. “ I knew we should have left her somewhere else…”

“You don't need to worry…they don't have a clue of who we are…” Taehyung glanced around at all the people around them.” Where we leave the bodies means nothing as long as we hunt carefully..”

“Sure..” Jungkook huffed out angrily.” But pawning their stuff sure as hell becomes harder when everyone is on the lookout.”

Jungkook dropped the necklace Adaline had worn on the table, leaning back on the chair, chest muscles pushing against his brown vest and white button shirt.

“Don't be a brat…We don't need money now so we don't need to pawn it in this second…” Taehyung hissed, placing the paper on the table and putting the jewelry in his pocket.” But maybe don't show off it in the meantime…”

“Whatever…” Jungkook started to drink his coffee again, sip after sip which did nothing but make them look more normal. “Where are we going tonight? I still feel hungry.”

Taehyung tsked at the younger boy and his constant hunger. He couldn't remember it being so bad when two years had passed since he turned.

“I don't know…go look yourself, you’re old enough.” a smile spread over Taehyung’s face at the scowl on Jungkook.

Taehyung wasn't an old vampire himself, only having been immortal for ten years, but he still was Jungkook’s maker and it made him feel better knowing the boy still looked for his guidance.

“I think you can hunt alone now, nothing has gone wrong in a while..” one reason they had moved from London was the growing worry of vampires from the humans and the fact that Jungkooks recklessness caught up to them. He had gone on a spree when he was a mere day and Taehyung was still on that high that had made him turn Jungkook in the first place so he couldn't stop his creation before it was too late. Jungkook had cried so much, still remembering how it was to be human, but it didn't seem to bother him anymore.

“Well, I don't want to leave right when we got here…” Jungkook didn't trust himself, their feedings still almost always ended in Taehyung needing to pull him off whoever he had seduced that night.

“No worries Jungkook…just do what you always do and it will be fine..” Taehyung shrugged his shoulders, black hair falling in locks over his forehead while his smile sent chills down Jungkook’s spine.

You were putting the last touches on your costume, fingers playing with the red lipstick and feathers on your head, even patting on your hair. This wasn't your first performance but it was the first time your outfit was like it was. The skirt was red with black details and in the same length it had always been, just like the black thigh highs, but the top…It was a net of pearls and red threads which clung to your breasts and back. One wrong move and it would drop.

“I don't know about this…” Juliette, a girl who had been here a little longer than you stopped darkening her eyelashes.

“What?” she wore the same clothing as you but her breast was even bigger. “ It will be fine, besides Charles wants to make it different..”

She stood behind you and started to powder you with the sparkling substance, putting it on your shoulders and collarbones.

“Show time girls!” Lynette’s voice jumped between the mirrors in the dancers lounge and you took one last breath before standing up.

Big lights hung over the middle of the floor and the sides were as full as they usually are, but you couldn't really make out anyone due to the dimer lighting on the sides. The music started and you followed the rhythm with your friends around you, sweat forming as you moved around. Legs lifted and you would never get used to the breeze trailing up your thighs. Turing and doing the splits, up again to lift your leg as high as you could, grateful for the stability of Juliette to your side. Your pulse hammered and you wore that ever lasting smile that was mandatory. The pearls felt like touches over your skin and you missed the more structured top from last week's performance.

The crowd broke out in cheers, the clapping of their hands buzzing in your ears, as your group to the final pose. Your chest heaved up and down, all the smoke making it harder to breathe. Juliette shifted to your side as the lights dimmed over your head. You always felt this rush to get back to the lounge, take off the smeared makeup and needles holding your hair accessories in place.

“Good work.” Good, not great…

Lynette watched everyone of her show girls, a frown on her bright lips. Something had gone wrong or she would have been happier now. Maybe a high class patron had shown displeasure or Charls were on her again about making the number…more.

“Y/n, Chloè, Desiree and Elaine…”lines formed over Lynette’s forehead as she looked through her little black book. You were sure she had her life in that book. “You work the floor..”

Working the floor ment serving drinks to the highest payers and strutting around to make the patrons pay more for special services. Juliette gave you a petty look, her night coming to an end now.

“I’ll see you later then?” she asked lowly as you started to better your makeup, instead of taking it off.

“Yes, good night…”the two of you lived wall to wall where most of the dancers had their homes. Small rooms with small kitchens, small everything really. But it was all you could afford, having escaped the threat of working in the industries.

“Do..do we wear these tops?” Elaine asked ever so carefully, watching Lynette with those wide wide black eyes. She was cute and had this innocence to her but you knew that wasn't the case.

“Yes, now go!” all the girls rushed out and you sighed at the long night this would be.

You spent most time with a man who owned some sort of mine in another country, a man who was very willing to spend money on drinks and food. He tried to get you to eat and drink but that was against the rules, never take from the guests unless it’s in the form of cash. It didn't mean you had sneaked one or two cigarettes and a little wine in your days there.

“Now now mister! Please drink up..”your smile was sickle sweet as you got him to drink more, hoping he would become too inebriated to ask for more. There were rooms all over the club, private rooms. You knew that some girls like that aspect of the job but you wondered if their explanations were the truth.

Most of your customers were in his league of class but on the odd would someone with less money seek you out. Those were usually the fun nights, the nights you could feel like a girl again.

One more hour went by with you on his lap, feeding him and letting him feel the very flesh that built you, until his friends had to help him home. It made you relax, seeing him disappear and the fact that most patrons had their hands on someone already. You had not noticed the shadow in the corner watching you the whole night, not until he slipped behind you.

Chills went down your spine as cold hands fell upon your bare shoulders, a smile so neat it looked fake. He had dark eyes and equally dark hair. A black suit jacket which followed his toned body until his waist, where it opened to rest by his hips, buttons on his shirt unbuttoned.

“Are you finally free now, love?” he was english and gleaming under the lights.”Care to join me this time?”

He slipped down on the velvet chair, where the other man had kept you most of the night. But this man held you gently, circling your waist when had been dragged down over his lap. He didn't really smell like anything and was so cold even if you felt like you were burning.

“Yes of course…”your hand rested on his chest and even the clothes couldn't hide the harness of his muscle. Your smile was back as well but a little more unsure. “ How can I serve you tonight?”

He groaned lowly, pulling you close until he could rest his forehead on your neck. Your pulse started to beat faster as his breath fanned over your skin. You wetted your lips, trying to remember what you were supposed to ask.

“W-would you like a drink?” he tensed at your words. You had unknowingly asked the worst and best question.”Mr…?”

“Jungkook…my name is Jungkook” he sounded breathless and his hold had turned hard against your skin. You could feel the ghost of his lips on your collarbone and it made your blood sing, rushing to the very place he moved.

“O-okay Mr Jungkook…” you leaned from him, watching his hazed eyes.”Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Hmm…”he looked at you through black locks, fingers not pressing into your flesh anymore.” Red wine…”

You were on your feet in seconds. He made you feel weird, all gooey and warm. Juliette was superstitious and she had warned you of vampires ever since London had a break out of blood draining deaths. You didn't believe her or the stories but maybe you were wrong.

Jungkook stared you down when you came back, thighs spread over the seat while he sat comfortably back. You gave him the glass and stood still for a second. Should you run? No, Lynette would skin you alive. The man simply sipped on his drink and watched you with amused eyes.

“Will you sit back down?” he placed the glass on a dark brown table, patting his right thigh.”Love, please don't leave me cool..”

So you sat down over his thigh, facing his front. Jungkook looked up at you with a soft smile, stroking his thumbs over your waist. People did most things just in the open in the club but full on sex was something people were only allowed to do in the private rooms. Still, this felt way more intimate than anything you had ever done before.

“Do I scare you, love?” Jungkooks whole face was a trap of concern, everything but his eyes which shone with something brutal, bone breaking.”I don't want you to be…”

“N-no, you don't scare me Mr Jungkook…” you tried to smile but it was stiff.

Jungkook brought the wine to his lips, drink one gulp before reaching the glass to your lips. You shouldn't drink and you tried to stop yourself from opening your mouth to the pleasant red liquid.

“Such a good girl.” he smiled, making you drink the last sip before dropping the glass right on the floor. You tensed but no one batted an eye your way.

His hands found your waist again and started to roll you over his thigh. Air caught in your throat at the action, fingers gripping his suit. Jungkook kept a steady pace, gaze locked on your reddening face. You wondered if he could feel your growing need against his pants or the shuddering of your body.

“M-mr Jungkook…”you were breathless, shaking slightly when he made it so you landed against his chest. It gave the perfect angle from him to grind your clit on his thigh and have his nose at your neck.

“You smell divine, love..” he groaned close to your ear, moving you in a painfully slow pace.”What’s your name?”

“Y/n…It’s Y/n” you bit your lower lip, trying to stop moans from escaping. Jungkook wasn't in a rush, he took care of you like most men didn't when they were with you.

“Beautiful…just like the rest of you..” he groaned once again near your ear, nipping slightly at the skin.

Reality started to slip from your grasp the more he worked you, kisses trailing down to your neck and hands keeping you moving. You were close to crying over the stimulation. One rule was that the clients couldn't leave marks where they could be seen but you didn't have the heart to stop his bites and kisses, not when he made you feel so good.

Fingers creeped under your skirt until they found your acing pussy. He was gentle as he slipped them inside you but the bite on your shoulder wasn't. You came, sitting back a little on his fingers. Jungkook captured your lips and kissed you until you came down from your high, feeling all empty when he left your insides. You were panting and his eyes were cold. Reality came back as you realised that you were still in the main room.

Jungkook pulled you back for a harder kiss, so fast you crashed against his chest. It was hungry and teethy, breathtaking.

“I’ll come back for you, love…”he groaned against your lips, let you sit down and feel how hard he was. “I’ll come and take you home…”

The haze you sat in made you not care for his words, more than that he would come back.

Jungkook rose from his seat and placed you on it instead, kissing you once more. He held your gaze for a while, fighting with himself for leaving you here but he couldn't stay, not if he didn't want to ruin it all.

“I’ll come back….”

Taehyung woke to the sun filtering through white curtains, the bed wide and empty. Jungkook didn't come home last night apparently but he couldn't hear screams so it most likely went well. However, the calmness was broken when the front door flew up and the aforementioned man came in with distraught hair and bloodshot eyes.

Taehyung sat with the white bedding over his lap, hair hanging loosely over his forehead and with the sun worshiping his body. He didn't move a muscle when Jungkook threw the door to their apartment shut.

“Good morning to you too…” he rose from the bed and put on a blue silk robe while his creation started rummaging through their emergency blood. Jungkook drank at least one liter in such a hurry some dropped down the corners of his mouth. Taehyung cleaned him with his thumb before putting the digit in his own mouth.” So tell me, what have you done?”

Jungkook looked at him with wide brown eyes, seemingly coming back to earth.

“I-I…I found a girl…” Jungkook started and Taehyung couldn't understand why it was such a problem.” She danced at this really popular club and I spent some time with her…”

“Okay and?” Taehyung went to the fancy green chairs which stood by the tall window. Life bustled down on the street under them, the people not disturbed by vampires.

“I didn't feed on her…” Taehyung raised an eyebrow, a little surprised and confused why Jungkook was in such a frenzy over that.”She..I don't know how to describe it but she smelled so nice and I felt like I would go insane from just tasting her skin. Can you imagine what her blood would be like?”

Taehyung watched him with dark eyes. Jungkook may be a little crazy for blood but not feeding because the idea of the blood felt too good was even crazier.

“What are you talking about?” the sun lit Taehyung’s eyes to a burning shade, stroking over his tanned skin.

“That’s the thing! I don't really know more than that she was the best scent I have ever encountered. She was even prettier than the other girls before I caught her scent.” Jungkook fell down on the chair before Taehyung, undoing his vest.” I couldn't stay after I made her cum because I didn't want to destroy the place or her…”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow.

“I left and went to the forest to cool down…”a disgusted look creeped over Jungkook’s face. “I even drank from some animal…”

“So…If I understand correctly you found a girl that seemingly has the best blood you have ever smelled and you left her, after making her cum, to eat from an animal?” Jungkook looked sheepishly at Taehyung. “Hmmm, I guess you’ll just have to bring me to her.”

You couldn't stop thinking about Jungkook or the whole situation. He had left so fast, left you with aching thighs. You hadn't told Juliette or anyone anything but you felt insane.

“Come on girls! Faster” Lynette urged everyone to hurry getting ready.

You fixed your rogue one last time and glanced down on your shoulder. Jungkook had bitten you but it didn't look too bad and he hadn't left any other marks which meant you were safe from Lynette.

The music turned up and you performed the same fast dance again with the same wide smile. Turn and lift a leg, lift the leg higher. It was a sweaty routine but the adrenaline made everything feel great.

The crowd roared their approval once again and you slipped away with the rest of the girls, catching your breath. Juliette smiled at you, grabbing your hand with a little laugh.

“Much better this time!” Lynette had something aching to a smile on her face.”Y/n, Chloe, Gabrielle and Gicelle on the floor.”

Again? You would have killed to get home early but the smack of the little black book closing told you that it wouldn't happen. Juliette gave you the same look as last night and you got ready to go out again. However, anticipation followed with this time. Jungkook had told you he would be back, so you swallowed and held your head high.

People laughed and buzzed around you but it didn't take long before your wrist was captured by a cold hand. Jungkook’s hair was wilder this time around as he dragged you to a dark corner where the red velvet curtains fell over a booth, creating an almost private room.

Another man already sat there, sipping on red wine when the two of you walked in. Jungkook didn't waste a second to close the curtains, leaving candles to light the round table. You swallowed hard when the man made eye contact, smirking widely.

“Hello darling…my friend has told me a lot about you.” his voice was raspy and deep, dragging like a cat’s tongue up your spine. Jungkook stood ridgid to your right.”Come sit..”

The mystery man patted to his left and you slipped down, goosebumps raising on our skin as the soft material touched you. Jungkook sat down on your other side and you felt like a trapped animal.

“My name is Taehyung and yours is?” the mystery man asked, taking another sip of his wine.

“Y/n…it’s nice to meet you Mr Taehyung..” you swallowed again, feeling your mouth dry. You should tell them that this service would cost but you couldn't get another word out. They were both really beautiful.

“Only Taehyung…and Jungkook is fine..” he smiled down at you, fingers capturing your chin so he could move your head to the side. “What are you going to offer us?”

Your mind blanked, eyes finding Jungkook’s intense stare. It didn't feel like he was talking about food, drinks or even sex, but you didn't know what else at the same time.

“A-anything you can afford Mr- I mean Taehyung…” he pulled your head so you could look him in the eyes, lowly laughing at your answer.

“Well that is great…Jungkook make our darling ready…”Taehyung let you go with a dismissive voice but you didn't have time to think more about him when Jungkook disappeared down under the table.

You could feel his hands make their way up your legs until they reached your clothed core. He ripped the fabric off you and started assaulting your pussy with his lips, sucking and licking at everything. You barely managed to keep the scream down, leaning into the cushions behind your back. Taehyung made you lean against him instead, watching you with an amused shine in his honey eyes. He put an arm around you while he poured more wine in his glass. Jungkook worked you closer and closer under the table, forcing your quivering thighs to stay spread.

“He´s good with his mouth isn't he?” Taehyung smirked at your hazy eyes, drank some wine before he put his lips on yours, parting them so the red liquid could slip down your throat. You clenched your skirt, swallowing every drop until Taehyung left your lips. You came panting, back arching into Taehyung's side.”Shh shh, let it go darling…”

He whispered in your hair, taking deep breaths of you and your rushing blood. Taehyung drank more wine, looking at you with hooded eyes.

“You should give Jungkook a reward..he has made you cum, twice..” Taehyung nodded down to where the younger one still hid, kissing your groin and stroking your thigh.” Don't you think he deserves it?”

You nodded breathlessly, watching as Taehyung leaned into you with a sinister smile.

“Tell him then, darling. Tell him he can take a sip.” you didn't understand what he meant by that but you whispered that Jungkook could and the man didn't waste a second to bite down on the inside of your thigh.

Jungkook drank greedily from your body and you should scream or run but a rush of adrenaline turned the sligh pain to pleasure. You threw your head back crying out into your hand. It felt like you were getting off again and Taehyung’s lips on your collarbones didn't make things easier.

“Now now…We need to be careful with our darling…” Taehyung pushed Jungkook until he detached from your thigh. “Don't forget to kiss the wound…”

Jungkook came up from under your skirt again, mouth covered in your cum and a small string of blood. His irises shone bright red and his plush lips were pushed down by sharp canines.

“Is our darling slut ready? Hmm?” Taehyung laughed at the sight of his creation but was a little jealous that he got to taste you first deep down.

“Yes and she tastes divine…”Jungkook could suck you dry right then and there but he was happy Taehyung didn't let him.

“In which way?” the man to your side laughed lightly as he spoke, kissing the top of your head.”Are you ready for the main event darling?”

You gasped as he pushed the wine off the table, placing you right on it. Both men stood looming over you, Jungkook by your head and Taehyung between your thighs. He ripped your skirt in half, left your lower half cool to the air. Long, slender fingers slid down fabric as Taehyung undressed from his shirt, leaving you to stare at his skin. He dropped his slacks and underwear, cock hard and eager for your wetness. His hand found your hips and you could feel the tip of his cock as he moved it up and down.

“Do you want me in you, slut?” you quivered, eyes squeezing shut as you nodded.”Say it!”

“Yes! Yes I want you inside me, please~~” Taehyung pushed inside your pussy, taking care to let you adjust but it was hard not moving directly in your heat. He groaned over you and rolled his hips carefully.

Jungkook was painfully hard over your head, muscles on display since he had lost his shirts somewhere along the line. You could see his cock strain against the fabric of his pants.

“Uh Uh…focus on me, slut..” Taehyung left your pussy, just to push completely inside you again.”He has had his fun, it's my turn now.”

He angled his hips in a way which hit a spot which sent stars to your gaze. You moaned loudly, hands coming to grasp his soft hair. Taehyung leaned over you, moved so deep and fast you felt like it was hard to breathe. He kissed between the junction of your neck and shoulder, small small kisses until he bit and pierced your skin. Blood moved from your to him as he fucked you hard on the table. He drank and drank, groaning against your skin.

Jungkook moaned over your head. He couldn't touch you yet but he couldn't stop himself from stroking his cock at the sight of Taehyung fucking you hard, of him drinking your delicate blood.

“Fuck…” Taehyung left your neck and smiled at his creations' breathy whisper.”She looks so good”

Taehyung licked his red stained lips, his irises also red now.

“You were right…” he straightened from your body, groaning as he pushed into you. “She is delicious…our little slut..”

Jungkook gave the older one a hopeful eye and Taehyung felt like being nice today, besides being so hard must hurt. He pushed you closer to the other edge of the table, keeping a steady hold and pace. You could feel him in the deepest parts of yourself.

“Go ahead Jungkook, use her little mouth..” your eyes widened as Jungkook pushed slowly past your lips, shuddering as you desperately tried to swallow around him.

“So good…” Jungkook petted your cheek with affection in his red eyes. “Such a good girl.”

He pushed until you couldn't take more, gurgling around his cock. Taehyung had been still until he thought you were okay, then he moved with an eagerness that hadn't been there before. He lifted one of your legs so it could rest on his shoulder and it pushed you deeper on Jungkook’s cock. The boy threw his head back but all you saw was hard abs. Teras and spit ran all over your face, your body in their complete control. You felt a sharp pain shoot from just above your knee when Taehyung bit you again, sucking the warm blood from your veins. Jungkook leaned over the table, completely filling your throat and mouth, and kissed Taehyung to get a taste of your blood. His fingers threaded through Taehyung’s hair as he moved in and out of your pussy.

“Greedy brat…” Taehyung laughed but ended the sound with a groan as you clamped down on him, struggling to breathe slightly.”You need to let our slut breathe Jungkook…”

He left your mouth with a wet pop, cock dripping in your spit as you caught slightly while air rushed down to your lungs. Taehyung kept moving in and out of you, hand pressing down on your lower stomach. You whined out, eyes managing to catch Jungkook’s before he moved back into your mouth. You were pushed between the two of them, listening to the wet sounds echo in your ears.

Jungkook removed your thread shirt and flicked at your nipples, groaning when you swallowed around his cock. Taehyung loved the sight of your flushed flesh and stuffed pussy, your heat made him almost burst right then and there. Jungkook played some more with your breasts before he leaned down and bit the side of your stomach. They boy couldn't get enough of your blood and he cummed down your throat with one last hard suck from you. The mixture of cumming and tasting your blood made him lightheaded. He tasted saltier than other men but it wasn't unpleasant, not when Taehyung pushed at your spot.

He grabbed your waist and sat down on the cushioned seat. A dazzling smile filled your vision as he met your falling body.

“Such a good slut…You did great…” he stroked over your hair, stroked the inside of your pussy.

You panted over him, head falling back as he sunk his teeth into the top of your left breast. One hand held you up right while the other trailed down to your clit. Taehyung knew he was close so he wanted you to cum for him. It didn't take long for him to get you there, back arching into his mouth while your pussy clenched on him, milking him for all his worth. You almost screamed as you came a second time that night, collapsing into his hard body.

Taehyung laughed a little breathy over your shoulder, maneuvering the two of you until he could slip out of you. He kissed every place someone had bit you so the wounds would close up. He was very gentle, so gentle that you had a hard time keeping your eyes open or maybe it was the blood loss.

“It’s okay darling, rest…” he whispered into your ear, getting Jungkook to drape his coat over your cooling body.

Most of your clothes had been destroyed so the two of them would have to go shopping for you and you would need food, preferably something high on iron. Taehyung smiled down at your sleeping form, cleaning your face a little from smeared makeup and saliva.

“Come on Jungkook, we need to get her back…”

You sat up fast, eyes scanning a light blue walled big room. You were aching and only covered by a white silk cover. The sun shone into the room through thin curtains, moving slightly with a soft breeze from the opened window. Memories of last night, or at least you thought it was from last night, flickered in your mind. The crushing feeling of cumming and sharp teeth. You looked at your thigh and could see two faint marks on it but if you didn't know to look there, they would be almost undetectable.

The door was suddenly pushed opened and in came the two men in your memories. Jungkook smiled wide and Taehyung came to kiss the top of your head.

“Morning darling, slept well?” he let go of his bags, fabrics poking out of them.

Jungkook dropped his outerwear and vest, crawling up the bed until he could pull you close to him, face resting in the crook of your neck. Taehyung did the same and took your other side, stroking his fingers over your covered stomach. Red eyes flashed in your mind and you realised Juliette had been right.

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cloudbersoo · 1 year ago

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easy for you to say｜sung hanbin

synopsis: what happens when bloom dance academy's golden boy sung hanbin needs a new duet partner and y/n is the only one available?

or; will y/n be able to fall in love with dance again? perhaps they'll fall for someone in the process.

tags: sung hanbin x gn!reader, dancer au, fluff, attempt at angst, insecure reader, miscommunication, happy ending, featuring: zb1 matthew and jiwoong, twice momo, exo kai, itzy yeji, ryujin and chaeryeong!!

word count: 5.4k

a/n: this whole fic was inspired by the ‘i like that’ dance hanbin recreated on weekly idol. i’ve never been more attracted to a man in my life, so here is a very self indulgent fic i wrote!! also this is barely proofread, so sorry for any grammar mistakes! hihi enjoy

my playlist while writing: easy for you to say & bleach by 5sos, sugarcoat (natty solo) by kiss of life, thanks to by woodz, blooming day by exo-cbx, anywhere but home by seulgi

i. that’s not good

every dancer has their bad days. but when those bad days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months, suddenly your entire dance season has been nothing but awful. that’s how your previous season went, and this year hasn’t been any different either. you weren’t chosen for any of the small groups this year for any competition. you didn’t even dare to dream of a solo, even when you had one just a few years ago.

you used to be at the top, one of the coaches favourites. you’ve danced at bloom dance academy since you were three, and had gained a good reputation at the studio over the years. though, now that seems so far in the past. you were in a deep slump, one that you couldn’t get out of no matter how much you practiced. you think you’d do anything to love dancing again the way you used to.

you were currently at the studio, waiting for the full group rehearsal to start, while one of the small groups was going over their dance with coach momo. you were sitting in a corner alone, while others were socialising or going through other dances on their own. your eyes were completely fixated on one particular dancer, one that probably made you more insecure than any other – sung hanbin.

hanbin was basically your complete opposite. he only started dancing in middle school, and joined bloom dance academy only last season. everyone around him loved him, and rightfully so, as hanbin was truly amazing. his body control and facial expressions were something you could only dream of right now. his skills didn’t come out of nowhere though, everyone knew how hard he worked. and unlike you, his hard work paid off.

looking at hanbin made you feel horrible about yourself, but you couldn’t look away. he was so mesmerising to you, the way he carried himself through choreography, and how he helped those around him. you were in too deep thought to notice a couple of your teammates approaching you. it took for one of them to speak for you to finally notice your friends. “y/n, did you hear about yeji?” your teammate matthew asked you as he sat down next to you.

“no i haven’t, did something happen?” you responded, finally taking your eyes off of hanbin. you noticed besides matthew, chaeryeong and ryujin had approached you. “she injured her knee really badly at practice yesterday, she’s still at the doctors, they’re trying to figure out what’s wrong” chaeryeong opened up, clearly worried for her friend. injuries at this point of the season were the worst, but they happen every time. last year jiwoong dislocated his elbow a week before competition and all formations had to be redone.

“that doesn’t sound too good” you said, taking a sip from your water bottle. yeji won’t recover in time for the competition in four weeks, you assumed. not only will you have to redo all the formations for the full group performance and for her small group, your team will need a new female soloist and a duet partner for hanbin as well. “yeah, she’s out” ryujin confirmed your suspicions. “momo asked me for the solo, but i don’t think i can do it” she continued, brushing her hand through her hair.

“i feel so bad for yeji, but at least there's a little more time than last year” matthew said in an attempt to lighten the mood. his comment did get a few chuckles out of you.

after a moment of silence, ryujin spoke once again. “how about you y/n? could you do the solo?” ryujin asked a question that almost made you laugh. “coach would never even consider me, and… i don’t even have anything ready” you replied lowering your head in shame. it was true though, you were probably the last person momo would consider as yeji’s replacement for anything.

“okay guys! let’s start going over the new formations!” your coach declared, clapping her hands to get the whole room's attention.

ii. y/n coming to the rescue!

you were exhausted, just like everyone else in the room. your coach had said “one more time” at least ten times tonight, but finally practice had officially come to an end. today’s rehearsal had gladly eased most people's minds from yeji’s injury. however, you could only worry about your own performance, as today’s practice had barely helped you improve at all. you were packing your stuff, as you heard your coach calling your name. “hey y/n, could i talk to you for a second?” momo asked.

your mind could only think of the worst. momo was going to tell you that you’re cut from the full group completely, because you can’t get your shit together. it made sense, today’s new formations were going to look better with one less dancer, and obviously you were the first in line to go. you tried to hide your nervousness, answering her with a hum. you stuffed the last of your things into your bag and walked to your coach. “yeah, is this about the full group?” you went straight to the point.

“actually no” she started, sitting down on a chair. you were relieved, but only partly, as you had no idea where the conversation was going. “it’s about yeji’s and hanbin’s duet” momo continued, your coach visibly stressed. you could only imagine what had been going through her head the past 24 hours since yeji’s injury. she let out a loud sigh. “y/n i know you’ve had quite rough year, but i think it could be a great challenge for you”

“what do you mean? sorry coach, i’m not following” you questioned. she couldn't possibly be offering you a spot in a duet, let alone one with hanbin.

“you should do the duet with hanbin, i think you could handle it” momo said hopefully. she took your hands into hers, looking at you with pleading eyes. it was almost working, but something in you couldn't agree to it. you couldn’t possibly handle the duet, not when someone else could do a much better job than you. “i don’t know momo…” you responded.

“hanbin! please convince her to do the duet with you” momo suddenly said, her eyes leaving yours. while your talk with the coach, you had failed to notice the presence of hanbin behind you. you freed yourself from momo’s hold as you turned around to see the boy. “i just think someone else would be a much better match for the duet, i’ve seen it myself” you tried to reason.

“no! i think you’d be perfect!” hanbin said, which felt like an exaggeration to you. truthfully, you’d love to do a duet with someone so amazing as hanbin, you would be dumb not to, but your insecurities were holding you back. the duet was difficult, and with the little time you had, you weren’t sure if you could pick it up. few years ago it would’ve been easy, but now you weren’t so sure. “c’mon y/n, i need you” he begged.

“you don’t have any other dances besides the full group, so you’ll have enough time to rehearse” momo added. you looked at both of them, the two of them looking at you hopefully. while you still didn't quite understand why they were so determined to get you to do the duet, you were beginning to yield to them.

“well, when would we start then?” you asked carefully. your words made both of them squeal out of joy. hanbin wrapped his hands around you and squished you into a hug. “thank you thank you thank you” he rejoiced, spinning you around in the air. you weren’t sure if this was going to work, but having people who believed in you definitely helped.

iii. cries and confessions

the duet was not going well, at least not as well as it should be at this point. you had rehearsed for almost a week with hanbin, and while you had picked up some of the choreography, most of it was still not clicking for you. hanbin had been more than patient with you, but his patience wasn’t getting you that far.

you groaned out of frustration for the thirtieth time in the past hour. you were having difficulty with your footwork for a fast part in the choreography, and no matter how many times hanbin went slowly over it, you were not getting the timing right. “y/n it’s okay, you’ll get it eventually” he tried comforting you once again. you sighed, wiping the sweat off your forehead. “no hanbin, i’m not getting it” you snapped back, your words coming out much harsher than you intended. “i’m sorry, i just- i hate that i can’t seem to get anything right” you apologised, covering your face with your hands out of embarrassment.

“do you wanna talk about it?” he asked carefully. you’ve been asked this question many times over the past two years. your teammates, momo, your parents, even the studio head, jongin had asked you if you needed to talk about whatever mental block you were going through. but you never did, because there wasn’t anything to talk about, at least that’s how you felt, and you told hanbin that. “you sure? i mean there’s clearly something going on… i get it if you don’t want to talk to me about it, but i’m here for you if you need me” he responded to you.

“what would you even know? you joined the studio after my good days” you mumbled, choosing to sit down onto the dance floor, not expecting hanbin to hear you. the boy sat down next to you, sitting close to you, your shoulders almost touching. the close proximity shouldn’t have made your heart race the way it did, at least not after dancing so close to each other for hours to an end for the past week.

“i saw your solo couple years ago at a competition, and i thought you were amazing” he confessed. hanbin was looking at you delicately, his words filled with sincerity. you never thought someone so skilled and awesome dancer like hanbin would ever say something like that to you. “you’re pretty much the reason i'm here, at bloom” he continued, his words making you speechless. “i mean, if the studio had someone as cool as you, the teachers must be something too” hanbin kept rambling, getting slightly shy over his confession, his cheeks flushed.

hanbin’s confession made you feel appreciated and sad at the same time. your eyesight was getting blurry from the tears that were about to break through. “well, that was me few years ago” you started, trying your hardest not to start crying in front of him. you locked eyes with him and he was looking at you with sorrowness. “and this is me now, someone that can barely keep up with everyone” your voice cracked, tears finally sliding down your cheeks.

hanbin didn’t say anything after that. he wrapped his hand around shoulders, lowering your head to rest on his chest. he just held you as you sobbed. it was slightly uncomfortable, the two of you were still sweaty from practice, but you couldn’t care about that for now. you were starting to calm down as hanbin stroked your arm up and down. you brought your hands to wipe out your tears, apologising to the boy for drenching his shirt even more. “i’m just wasting our time by crying like this” you said.

“it’s okay y/n, you know, sometimes letting your emotions out can help you to move on” hanbin claimed, smiling softly at you. letting go of your shoulder, he brushed some of your hair behind your ear. “should we end practice for today? i could drive you home if you’d like” the boy suggested.

“i think i’d rather walk and cool down a little, but thanks” you gave hanbin a weak smile and started getting up. he seemed to take your word, as he got up as well and started cleaning up the practice room with you. the room was filled with comfortable silence, and you were glad you had someone like hanbin to rely on.

iv. nothing happened!

after your heart to heart with hanbin, rehearsals had started to go much smoother. some days were better than others, but at least you weren’t pouring out your frustration onto him. aside from a few lifts, you two had finished the whole choreography, and you felt good about it. even momo was pleased with your work, after you had shown her your progress. while the duet was still far from perfect, you and hanbin were confident you could do well at the competition.

hanbin had also become more friendly with you over the past few weeks. he always greeted you with a hug, asked how you were doing, and kept insisting on driving you home after you were done, which was something you could no longer deny. he’d come up to you during practice if he ever noticed you frustrated, cheering you up and giving you much needed advice, while also offering to refill your water bottle. thanks to hanbin, you were slowly starting to enjoy dance again, and you think you’ll be forever grateful to him for that.

it was late friday night, only you and hanbin were left at the studio. hanbin had convinced you to stay for another hour to practice one of the lifts for your duet. while you thought it would be safer to practice with momo around, hanbin assured you he wouldn’t let you get hurt. so there you were, forty minutes later, probably at your hundred attempt of the lift. you had never been the best at any tricks or lifts, and at this point you didn’t think you'd ever quite get them.

however, hanbin was determined to get the lift right before you went home. “it’s not that hard y/n” he said, his hands on both sides of your hips. there was no hint of impatience in his voice, while he looked at you with such care. “easy for you to say, mr. i’m perfect at everything” you teased, getting a laugh out of him.

“hey! none of that!” he scolded you with a pout. “just trust me, i’m gonna catch you no matter what, okay?” he continued, squeezing your hips for reassurance. you only nodded, and on the count of three, hanbin lifted you in the air again. everything was going well, until you felt one of your hands slip, and the next moment you were laying on top of habin on the floor.

his hands were tightly wrapped around your body, and you could feel his heart beating fast into his chest. hanbin’s face was mere centimetres away from yours. “oh my god! are you okay?” you worried, trying to get off of him, but his grip only tightened. the act made you stop in your tracks, your cheeks warming up. “h-hanbin” you stuttered, now worried the boy had hit his head or something.

“see? i said i wasn’t going to let you hit the floor” he only laughed. sighing out of relief, you brushed his bangs out of the way of his eyes. hanbin looked beautiful, even when he was all worn out from the hours of practice. you’ve always thought so, but now seeing it up close you were certain about it. he smiled at you, showing off his famous whisker dimples. you smiled back, as your hands laid against his chest. you noticed his eyes travelling down your face, to your lips, and at that moment you couldn’t stop yourself from hesitantly leaning into him.

“oh sorry, didn’t know you guys were still here” you heard a voice coming from the door. being snapped back to reality, hanbin finally let go of you. you standed up and helped hanbin to do the same, the two of you now recognizing the person that had entered the room as jiwoong. “did i interrupt something?” his voice was filled with amusement.

“no not at all, we were just about to finish” hanbin’s whole face and neck hued the colour pink, as he spitted out the biggest lie of his life.

v. flirting 101

you couldn’t stop thinking about hanbin all weekend, how the two of you almost kissed if only jiwoong hadn’t interrupted you. when did you even start liking him?

while you could’ve just texted him, you never found the right thing to send. what were you supposed to say to him? you thought about asking for advice from some of your teammates but eventually decided against it, knowing they wouldn’t have anything smart to say. you could almost hear chaeryeong’s teasing words just thinking about it.

you had yet to find time to rehearse your duet together, as hanbin needed time to practice his solo. you had tried to talk to him multiple times, but snitched out last second each time, claiming that it was only because you couldn’t bother him at the moment. in reality, you felt nervous around him. you don’t remember the last time you’ve felt this way towards someone, let alone almost kissed someone.

you had stayed at the studio after practice to help momo with your team’s costumes for the competition. it seemed that you struggled with saying no when someone asks for your help. it was late again, the studio nearly empty, when you were finally ready to go home. walking towards the exit, you noticed one of the practice rooms was still in use. curiosity getting the best of you, you decided to take a look at who was still practicing at the late hour. in the room was hanbin, rehearsing alone again.

hanbin was fully focused on the music, his body hitting every beat of the song. the way he moved was captivating to you, like he was putting some type of spell on you. it wasn’t that surprising that you fell for him so easily. you thought hanbin was the most beautiful when he was in his element, when he danced.

he was too concentrated to notice you at the door. as the song came to an end, he was completely out of breath. you couldn’t help but to clap, finally revealing yourself to the boy. the act made hanbin burst out of his own bubble, seeing you in the mirror first, giving you a tired smile before turning around. “that was amazing” you praised the boy as you fully stepped into the room.

“thank you” hanbin shyly responded, walking towards his stuff and taking a towel to wipe the sweat out of his face. you went up to him and offered him his water bottle. he smiled at you before speaking up again, “what are you still doing here this late?” his voice was filled with worry, but he was still glad to see you regardless.

“you should worry about yourself” you replied, your comment getting a small chuckle out of him. hanbin seemed tired, his eyes sleepy and hair all over the place. he must’ve had a lot of pressure on him, when so many people were counting on him to do well. you took a step closer to the boy, reaching up to fix his hair. “you’re doing great hanbin” you felt the need to reassure him, his face finally relaxing from your touch. after a while of playing with his hair, you lowered your hand to his cheek, wiping the last of sweat that was left.

“i didn’t take you for a touchy person” hanbin said teasingly, making you quickly retreat your hand from his face. your cheeks started to warm up from embarrassment. was this how you acted when you liked someone? you made an attempt at hiding by turning your face away. the boy in front of you just giggled, mumbling about how cute you were being.

“do you have time tomorrow? to practice our duet i mean” you asked, trying to change the subject.

“hmm, let me think about that” hanbin pretended to think about your question for a while. “yes! but only on one condition” he said with a mischievous smile. his behaviour made you suspicious, you had yet to get used to hanbin’s playful side. hanbin took your confused face as a sign to continue, “when we win with our duet, i can take you on a date”

his straightfulness caught you off guard, but you couldn’t hold back the smile that broke into your face. knowing there were mutual feelings between the two of you gave you butterflies in your stomach. there was a hint of nervousness in hanbin, so you didn’t want to keep him waiting for an answer for too long. “if we win” you said, emphasising the word if.

“so it’s a date?” his wide smile matched yours. you nodded as confirmation, and before you knew it, hanbin quickly embraced you in his arms. you laughed how gross and sweaty he was, as he leaned back to look at you, with a pout on his lips.

“let’s go home then, i’ll drive you.”

vi. heartbreaks

your heart dropped the moment you saw yeji walk into the studio, her knee seemingly fine. everyone was shocked to see her going into jongin’s office. it was one week before the competition, and no one knew what yeji’s return could mean for the team. were jongin and momo going to let her dance? what could that mean for you and hanbin’s duet? you couldn’t hear their conversation where you were, and the suspense was killing you.

deciding you could no longer sit around waiting, you went over to the office door to eavesdrop. “we finally got the formation to work for the full group! we can’t just go and change them all over again for you!” momo’s voice said, notably worked up by yeji’s sudden appearance. yeji kept on pleading for the two to let her come, as she didn’t want to miss the competition, “then at least let me do the rest!”

“i don’t think it’d be fair for the others, ryujin has worked hard on the solo” jongin tried to explain.

“i already talked with everyone! ryujin, hanbin, they’re all okay with it!” yeji claimed.

hearing hanbin’s name mentioned made you freeze on your spot. your insecurities were starting to creep in again, your mind filled up with questions. did hanbin rather do the duet yeji instead? when did they even talk about it together? it hadn’t even been twelve hours since you last saw him.

maybe hanbin was relieved after hearing that yeji was okay. he had a much bigger chance to win with her than with you. maybe this whole time you’ve just been one big project to him, while he waited for yeji to get better.

you thought you were already over all this, being the second choice – but no, you weren’t even an option at this point. the past weeks have been the first time in years when you’ve felt great when you danced. you felt like you had finally improved, able to move on from your slump. you must’ve been just a joke to him, to everyone. tears were falling down your cheeks, your chest feeling too tight to breathe.

“there you are y/n!” you heard a very familiar voice calling you, but you couldn’t even move to see him. hanbin sounded out of breath as he finally approached you. “i was looking for you, there’s something i need to tell you” he continued, putting his hand on your shoulder. his touch finally made you shift, as you moved out of the boy's touch, you saw his concerned face. you could only watch him for a second, before you knew you had to get out of there.

“good luck with that duet” you said before taking your leave.

vii. making up and making …out?

since getting cut off from the duet, you've been avoiding hanbin like plague all week. he had tried to talk to you multiple times, but you ran off each time. you’ve tried to distract yourself by practicing on your own, and offering to help chaeryeong, matthew and jiwoong with their trio. it only helped you for awhile, because most times hanbin would show up and try to explain himself. you don’t know how many times you’ve told him to just focus on the competition instead of running after you.

you weren’t really mad at him, it wasn’t his fault that yeji came back. deep down you knew he probably had an explanation for everything, he wouldn’t have tried to talk to you otherwise. after calming down you could no longer blame yeji for losing your duet either, you would’ve likely done the same thing if you were her. she worked hard too, even to the point of injuring herself. you were mostly just mad at yourself, embarrassed how you’ve handled the whole thing, and letting your insecurities get the best of you again.

it was the last day of competition, and you were sitting in the audience, as you didn’t have any dances left. there was a small break between the small group category and the solos. your team did well, however, you could tell something was off with hanbin as he danced. it wasn’t something the judges could notice, but you knew hanbin, and something was clearly off. you were worried, but you didn’t think it would be a good idea to talk to him right now, as he was somewhere probably getting ready for his solo.

“hi, can i sit with you?” you were surprised to see yeji out here in the audience, let alone approaching you of all people. you nodded as a response, and she sat down next to you. there was an awkward silence between the two of you. you thought about what you should say to her, if you were even supposed to. both of you sat stiff, looking everywhere but each other. “shouldn’t you be getting ready for your solo?” you tried testing the waters.

“i’m not doing it” she replied, her hands gripping the corners of her chair, as she looked down to her legs. it quickly got quiet again, neither of you saying anything. you wondered if yeji’s knee wasn’t as fine as she made it seem or if something else was going on. yeji didn’t let you think for long as she finally spoke again, “i couldn’t take it away from ryujin…”

“but you could take it from me?” your words coming out of your mouth more harshly than you intended. regretting what you said, you shook your head, telling yeji to forget what you just said.

“no y/n, i should’ve asked you first, i’m sorry” she interrupted you. “i just- i was so excited to dance again… too excited even, i failed to notice that hanbin would’ve much rather danced with you. but you know him, he’s too nice to say anything” yeji explained, the last bit making you both chuckle. you were glad yeji apologised to you, even when you were never angry with her in the first place.

“do you really think that? that he would’ve rather danced with me?” you asked, wanting to believe what she said, you just needed some more reassurance.

“obviously! i might not have been around when the two of you got closer but i’ve heard some stories from jiwoong and chaeryeong” she teased, nudging your shoulder. your cheeks blushed, as you figured yeji was referring to the night jiwoong had caught you two almost kissing at the studio. “i bet he’s already halfway through choreographing your duet for next season” she continued. yeji’s words made you feel shy and giddy, they gave you the sudden urge to see him, to talk to him.

“i think i should go find him” you stood up from your seat, looking around for the fastest route to your team’s dressing room. yeji gave you an encouraging push, telling you to hurry before he needs to go up on stage.

you ended up finding hanbin before you even got to the dressing room. you found him warming up close to the stage, already in his costume. he noticed you coming right away, giving you a small smile and a wave. saying your hello’s, you stopped awkwardly few steps away from him. “how are you feeling?” you asked carefully, not sure how he’d react to you suddenly showing up.

“i’m okay, just a little nervous” he answered quietly, continuing his stretching. you just stood there, awkwardly, not knowing what to say. you didn’t really plan ahead when you suddenly decided to find him. hanbin got up, now fully looking at you, but he didn’t say anything like you hoped he would. the two of you just stared at one another, neither knowing what to say. you could no longer bear the silence, so you finally spoke, “i’m sorry.”

“no, i’m sorry, i should’ve talked to you” hanbin took your hands to his, holding onto them like his life depended on it. his eyes were sorrowful, all this must have pained him the past week, and it was mostly your fault.

“i mean you tried to…” you reminded him, hoping that he would stop blaming himself. he let out an airy laugh, a smile finally breaking to his face. announcement could be heard in the background, telling everyone that the solo category would be starting in a few minutes, and you could see hanbin tense up.

“you’re going to kill it, don’t worry” you reassured him, deciding to embrace the boy in a hug. he wrapped his arms around in a second, squeezing you tight. “you think so?” he mumbled next to your ear.

“hanbin, let’s go!” you could hear jongin yell from a distance. you took a look at hanbin, not quite ready to let go yet. “yes, and i’ll be right here watching” you said, with one more thing in your mind that you thought would help him. you looked around your surroundings, hoping that jongin wouldn’t be looking, before doing something you should’ve done weeks ago. you leaned in and kissed the boy, wrapping your arms around his neck.

hanbin kissed you back after a moment of shock, and you could feel him smile against your lips. parting ways, the two of you now giggling like little kids. “I’ll be back” he let go of you, starting to walk towards jongin, who had an amused smile on his face.

to put it simply, hanbin had never danced as well as he did then, and he was sure it was all thanks to you.

viii. lets dance

“are your eyes closed?” hanbin asked you for the fifth time, as he was moving you towards his surprise. it had been a few days since the competition, and today hanbin had been acting really suspicious. you were informed by matthew that you should stay at the studio after practice, and he left without telling you why. your questions were finally answered, when hanbin started dragging you out of the dressing room, putting his hands in front of your eyes.

“yes, you’ve made sure of it” you answered, acting bothered by his antics. “okay okay, but no lurking!” he said excitingly, helping you to get over a higher threshold. you could tell you had entered one of the practice rooms, but you had no idea what hanbin had planned. you two stopped walking, and hanbin finally let you open your eyes, “you can open now!”

once you did open them, you wouldn't believe what laid in front your eyes. the entire room was decorated with fairy lights all over the room. the view was beautiful, and you were in complete awe. you never thought hanbin would do something like this. “hanbin…” you were completely speechless.

“shh, that’s not all” he said, as a familiar song started playing from the speakers. you turned to hanbin as you recognized the song, it was the song for your duet. he smiled at you, offering you his hand. “dance with me” he said quietly. you took his hand without hesitation, and he pulled you into the middle of the dance floor. you started dancing the choreography, the room filling up with laugh and giggles.

dancing with hanbin just felt right. it made you feel at ease, moves coming easily to you as the two of you spinned around the dance floor. you never wanted this moment to end, that’s how much you were enjoying it. for a long time you haven’t enjoyed dance as much as you did right now, with hanbin. and suddenly it hit you – you loved dancing again.

…and maybe you loved hanbin too.

- end

bonus:

“y/n, will you be my duet partner?”

“only if you’ll be my boyfriend as well”

“i like this deal”

#zb1 #zerobaseone #sung hanbin #zb1 x reader #zb1 sung hanbin #zb1 hanbin #sung hanbin x reader #sung hanbin fic #zb1 fluff #zb1 fics #zerobaseone hanbin #kpop #cloudbersoofic

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ksmutsociety · 23 days ago

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The Velvet Vault - Masterlist

Step away from the ordinary and uncover a world of shadowed libraries, where the scent of aged paper mingles with the musings of forgotten philosophers, and candlelit rooms echo with the whispers of timeless secrets and melancholic prose. Toast our one-year milestone by joining this event that promises to immerse you in the ultimate dark academia experience.

A dark academia themed network event hosted by K Smut Society!

꧁ Secrets of the Heart ꧂ ↳ by @anyamaris

baekhyun (exo) x f.reader

mystical guardians, keepers of ancient knowledge au

𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 ▸ cold — corbyn going crazy — exo expose — ztao regulus — onewe this world — ateez

꧁ Shadows Behinds Shelves ꧂ ↳ by @xomakara

yunho (ateez) x f.reader x jongho (ateez)

literature professor, arts professor au

𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 ▸ house of silence — bad boys hotel california — the eagles phantom — wayv shadow — beast/highlight fantasy — vixx

꧁ Conspectu Mortis ꧂ ↳ by @hobeemin

christian yu x o.c.

museum curator au

𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 ▸ spider — hoshi nerves — christian yu broken clocks — sza coming to my senses — alina baraz obsession — exo

꧁ I Still Want You ꧂ ↳ by @pars-ley

jimin (bts) x f.reader

author au

𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 ▸ the truth untold — bts like crazy — jimin not by the moon — got7 who — jimin dopamine — jackson wang

Stay tuned for more exciting project fics coming soon!

#the velvet vault #net event #net project

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foxydivaxx · 1 year ago

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Idol Sanji AU Headcanons

- Sanji is a member of famous boy band Aogiri. (A combo of Exo and BTS xD)

- Sanji is one of the lead vocalists and rappers of the group

- His character in One Piece is an affectionate parody of his real life self as it is a well known fact that Sanji is a bit of a pervert and flirt and a ladies man.

- Sanji is one of the sexiest members of Aogiri and actually won Sexiest Man Alive 3 times. Whenever he wins, the rest of Aogiri rejoice because they want him to get that love and attention

- The One Piece cast consider Sanji as the sexiest cast member

- Sanji loves Zoro so much and wants him to always know that

- A lot of men have admitted to having a crush on him, something he finds cute

- He and his siblings actually get along in real life compared to their characters but they all hate their father for being a jerk and ran away from home.

- It was Sanji’s fame that got the other Vinsmoke kids enough money to take care of themselves and jobs in the industry. Yonji is an actor and rapper, Ichiji is a famous DJ, Niji is a music producer, rapper and songwriter and actually produces all of Sanji’s solo work and Reiju is a model and actress and she occasionally sings and she can rap too. Everyone can rap and sing in this family

- The Vinsmoke kids lived with their uncle Zeff who helped them kickstart their careers

- Sanji’s playboy antics is as a result of getting his heart broken by Pudding and a lot of his ex girlfriends whom either dumped him or cheated on him or both years ago. He became the bad boy that he is now as a form of revenge to every single damn bitch that dared to break his heart. A lot of his songs talk about this a lot.

- Speaking of Pudding, she tried to beg him to come back to her but Sanji refused. Not just her, a lot of his exes tried to beg him. Now he is a cold-hearted bastard. Or so he thinks. He sleeps around so that no one would dare break his heart. Yet he is in love with two guys

- He loves strip clubs and often hangs out there and often has sex there

- He lost his virginity when he was 14 which is why he is wild

- His bickering with Zoro is his way of flirting with him because he overheard a conversation Zoro had with Nami where he said he liked his men feisty

- Every single Sanji music video always has a scene with Sanji smoking a cigarette. Fans find it sexy when he does that and so he puts it there

- He always panics whenever Natsu devours most of the food in the fridge because that reminds him of Luffy a lot

- He has been singing and dancing since he was 3. He started rapping when he was 10. Thank Ichiji and Niji for that. His rapping skills was ironically what landed him a spot on Aogiri in the first place because he looks innocent but when he opens his mouth and spits, he goes gangster on everyone.

- The rest of the One Piece cast are shocked whenever they listen to Sanji’s music because Sanji is a sweet guy yet there he is spitting the most explicit, sexual lyrics. As if that is not enough, he often touches himself whenever he dances and does the most erotic dance moves and his music videos are considered low key porn by many people

- His sexiest video saw him covered in diamonds and he was naked (Britney Spears toxic)

- Another sexy video shows him dancing with a strip pole. That video gave Zoro nosebleeds

- He has two songs dedicated to him rapping about his ass. Zoro listens to those songs often wondering what goes through Sanji’s mind due to how graphic and explicit his lyrics are.

-There is another song about ass that is actually Donflamingo’s song but Sanji got featured in it. The video shows Sanji literally shaking his ass and twerking his ass against Donflamingo’s crotch. A lot of the male One Piece cast members were reduced to blushing messes the day they saw that video. Doflamingo ironically wrote that song as a tribute to Sanji’s ass

- He is terrifying when he disses people and a lot of people learn this hard way. Do not break his heart otherwise you are on his hit list

- His lyrics tend to be the most explicit in Aogiri's songs

- He has a very famous laugh

- Why does he annoy Zoro? Simple. He wants to reel the guy up so that he will pounce on him and fuck his brains out xD

- He has sent dirty photos of himself to Zoro, driving the man nuts in the process.

- When he wore the Raid Suit for the first time, everyone’s jaws dropped because he looked sexy in it.

- He allows Zoro to grope his ass whenever he wants to

- He calls Zoro Mosshead and calls him Daddy behind closed doors

- Sanji is a kinky little bastard

- Unlike his character, he gets every damn bitch. Yes even his female co-stars. Also unlike his chracter, he would happily kill a bitch

-The girls call him King Nasty because of how much of a bad boy he is and his sex appeal

- Some scenes involving his character were painful for him to film due to his past

- Everyone ships him and Zoro because the sexual tension between them is obvious

- Sanji is the Aogiri member with the highest solo album sales.

- Due to people's tendency to try and discredit him, a lot of people have started to give him his flowers now

- Eren often says that Sanji is the true dance king of Aogiri due to the risks he takes

- He pushes Zoro to take more crazier risks in terms of sex no thanks to his many kinks

-Sanji's rap style is similar to Nicki Minaj's but a lot more deranged. Yes this guy can spit fast xD

-He, Eren and Kaneki formed a hip hop subunit for Aogiri called Bad Boys Club

- He and his dad diss each other in interviews and diss tracks. Yup Judge is a rapper too. Ironically, Sanji is way more successful than his father hence Judge's saltiness

- Sanji’s main music influence in-universe is Doflamingo, which says a lot about his performance style and sexy image. Both men have collaborated loads of times . Doflamingo sees a lot of himself in Sanji which makes them working on One Piece together even more hilarious

- His main chart rival is none of his band mates but Queen (One Piece fans know where this is heading to). His ex Pudding counts too because she keeps scheming against him. Another person that hates Sanji so much and envies his success so much is Sesshomaru

- Everyone agrees that he has the best ass in the world

- There was a scandal involving Sanji’s sex life years ago. Way before he and Zoro started their relationship, he was dating Sukuna. Besides the fact that Sukuna cheated on him with loads of people and was abusive to Sanji. Besides that, both of them got arrested after Sukuna got caught by the cops with some cocaine and a gun in his possession. That forced them to break up and added more to Sanji’s wild lifestyle.

- Another huge musical influence for Sanji is Viego. Sanji can relate to his chaotic nature and loves it. Both men are fans of each other and deeply love and respect each other and have worked together and are great friends

#Sanji #one piece #acesan #zosan #roronoa zoro #ace #portgas d ace

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ad0rechuu · 1 year ago

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open . . . 📁⌗౨ৎ REQUESTS .ᐟ

[ REQUESTS : TEMPORARILY CLOSED ] ⋆ [ MASTERLISTS ] ⋆ [ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ]

i. ━━━━ THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW .ᐟ

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please don’t forget to give feedback, not only on my works but all works you read! i cannot stress enough how much it helps to motivate writers

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i’ll mainly write for ━━ ateez: ot8, the boyz: ot11, stray kids: ot8, riize: ot7, aespa: ot4, seventeen: ot:13, red velvet: ot4, snsd: ot9, twice: ot9, itzy: ot5, onlyoneof: ot7, blackswan ot3 !

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headcanons/reactions, blurbs and smau scenarios requests are all encouraged, i’m not sure about full-length fics yet.

i’m okay with most genre’s and aus as long as i’m interested in it! i’ll write mostly gn! reader for shorter fics but f! reader is also okay and also dom, switch and sub reader

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i also won’t write a very specific reader or pale/short reader. please don’t send requests that aren’t exclusive or could potentially be hurtful/harmful to other readers either !

i’m not very well versed in nsfw but i’m willing to try but all though i prefer writing suggestive, there are limits of course: no water sports/scat, romanticization of abuse, noncon (cnc is okay), step/incest, gp! reader/pegging, mama or papa as a kink, race/age play, edging, anal !

v. ━━━━ HOW TO REQUEST;

please follow the layout down below somewhat when you send the ask, it would really help for me to keep things organized in my head:

character/idol (s): type of story: prompt and/or plot: any special mentions for the request:

you can combine prompts or a plot and prompts! also prompts don’t have to be from this list but if it’s not from the lists above or if you didn’t think of it yourself please link the list you got it from !!

and please remember: the less detail in the request the more artistic liberty i will take .ᐟ

#ad0rechuu — blog keeping #cromernet #obey me requests #kpop request #ateez requests #the boys requests #aespa requests #request #open requests #request open

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onyourhyuck · 2 years ago

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚 [ Season 3 ]

synopsis; • Fast forwarding six years, Park areum is coming back to the journalist industry. A case from thirteen years ago re-opens when Areum finds something suspicious around a drug ring in clubs and her parents car accident from thirteen years ago have suspicious links. However something always trails back to past that she’s never knew about.

warnings; • mafia jeno Au, mystery, thriller, SMUTTT NO MINORS, ANGST, police exo au, romance, park areum and lee jeno are married , minjae and nayoung are cuties, horror (scary death scenes). gruesome graphic detailed language.

Now Part 10 !! || —> Next Part 11.

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“You go. I’ll stay with the children tonight.” The man sitting down with the baby attached to his arms, unable to let go off Saebom, as he has running twins on the couch watching the baby in pure fascination.

The sweet moment brought Areum back to reality when she has to get back to working. The clue from the last incident left her and Baekhyun having to move in the dark.

Jeno was urging Areum to go but be very careful. As much as he doesn’t like Baekhyun, let’s be honest a cop? He think bad of his kind. They’re more corrupted than anything he could retort to imagining. However he trusts Areum more, and he won’t ever change his mind.

He knows his wife is a capable woman. She isn’t weak or to be underestimate.

‘But maybe it won’t hurt to let Haechan follow Areum to keep an eye on her…’ His thoughts said.

The brunette turns around putting on the jacket as she watches the sweet wholesome moment of her husband becoming so attached to the baby, you can’t help but remember how much he is good with children. It warms your heart somewhere making it harder to leave.

And not to see the faces of your twins together becoming surprised to come home to see a random baby in their father’s arms. They begged to have a go and hug Saebom, or to hold her as they sit on the couch.

“I’ll keep you updated alright?” Areum trying to reassure leaning down kissing Jeno’s lips.

He swore in that moment he could melt, no, he did melt under the longing kiss spell place on his mouth the minute Areum was so casually leaning down to give him a goodbye kiss, a reminder, a token of her gratitude for being understanding.

Even though they are married with children he was blushing like a young teenage girl who was staring at her crush a little longer than five seconds usual. Their son Minjae soon retorts staring at his father blankly. “Dad you’re red.” He whispers and Jeno looks down at the boy.

He clears his throat when Areum smirks. How the tables have changed.

“Want me to walk you out?” He suddenly changes the subject as Areum looks back to the door shaking her head.

She grins. “I can handle it. Keep an eye on them. I’ll return soon. Oh- oh remember the diapers are in the storage room. I didn’t throw them out from before. Hmm… the baby formula is somewhere in the kitchen cabinets on the left top shelf.” She trails thinking where on earth the other resources were. When the twins were babies they kept the old stuff even if they had no babies planned in the future they somehow couldn’t bring themselves to get rid of those items.

It’s like a memory passing down for them. Jeno and Areum agreed to stash them in the house.

His eyes risen up suddenly remembering something. “And where is the baby bottle that Minjae used to have?” Areum looks at Jeno rubbing her neck humming in thought.

“The baby bottles are in the storage room room. Trust me you’ll find everything there — but be careful entering it because there is an unstable broomstick there.” Areum opens the door walking out. “Bye love you babies!”

“Love you mum!” Nayoung and Minjae both say going to the window waving goodbye as their mother begins to drive off taking the car.

Jeno really couldn’t help but feel back in his parenthood phase once more.

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The club is a running battleground tonight, everyone feeding off of the energies and fast dancing. People could go to the loud music to the young night ahead. Every dancer waves their dresses and heels to the marble flooring grinding on anything and everything to stand up, launching a every shade of the rainbow into the darkness as a chandelier was bling. Reeking smoke from mouths to mouths, champagne dripping like a fire faucet, a fire hazard with the way they were all dressed up. Leaving anyone to stick out like a sore thumb under the cold dead skin — Journalist and a detective ready to spew the harbour over.

Instead of a heavenly choir there was a whole bunch of dj professionals in each corner shouting ‘make some noise!’ And furthermore communication to the people who were unconcern of the reality happening. What Areum saw was a foresight of clubbing culture in Korea. Unaware how it was possible to drink that much it could make anyone feel sick to the stomach.

The detective beside pushing past the ladies ready to risk it all for his handsome face, and the men crowding into the other, Baekhyun wasted no time but getting past the heavy suffocation ahead. It felt like a sinking black hole sucking Areum and the detective in circular motion constantly crashing in on people they’ve not known at all.

The Inferno club seems to be popular. Areum could understand why. It’s an unauthorised night club allowing everyone to come in and get hammered, no police were in the area and it was a club that was hidden behind a corner where it was being hidden from a normal public eye.

Baekhyun however heard many stories about this club so it made Areum and the detective easy to find the location of it. A normal citizen would not know it existed until they were shown.

One of the security guards found it extremely easy to spot out the troublemakers ahead (Areum and Baekhyun) when they began to open their space. When they both try to get past a certain stairway to go upstairs and through the guards.

A hand stops them immediately causing the detective to back away with the woman.

“Only VIPS are allowed to go upstairs. Turn around and leave.” The bashful man states but Baekhyun rolls his teeth at him. “Look who you are talking to.” The police badge opens up.

Areum wanted to think Baekhyun was stupid for showing the police badge when it’s clear that would only cause more trouble now…

“What business does a fucking cop have to be in this club? Leave now or I’ll throw you out myself.” Yep, Areum’s thoughts were correct once again. The security guard did not like cops nor did he plan to letting someone like Baekhyun upstairs.

Baekhyun throws down his badge into the pockets. “Listen here while I’m being kind. Let us go upstairs we are on an important missi-“

The sudden swing to a fist launches the security guard to fall down the stairs unconscious leaving the detective standing there disturbed by the sudden violation thrown midway he spoke. As if nothing happened Areum went up the stairs and Baekhyun was a stuttering mess.

‘Since when did journalist know how to use a punch?’ He was searching for answers beyond his grave.

Jogging up to the sudden woman. The second floor caught them by surprise at how lavish and luxurious it was at every sight there was a diamond sparkling under the lamp lighting it could make people go blind in the whole area.

He pants. “Areum what the fuck! We can’t be doing this good cop bad cop scenario—“ he paused when Areum did not verbally respond as she was stuck viewing a familiar scene that brought back instant memories.

Memories that are relived by another memory.

In the front their faces were met with a blonde man spread on the couch watching the dancers in front of them who’re providing entertainment. Whether it would be physical or not it was all a matter for Jung Jaehyun. The club owner of Inferno. The one who has everything he could ever ask for.

Women. Money. Clothes. Cars. Clubs.

He has it all. It did not surprise Areum that she has met this degenerate man again in her life but this time under a circumstances of a lead on the case. Baekhyun was confused but he sensed that the woman knew him, a lot more than she’d like to admit.

“Hand me your gun Baekhyun.” Areum suddenly said and the man stood stunned looking at her. “Wait hold on we can’t shoot civilians and commit a mass murd—“

She rolls her eyes grabbing the gun from the back pocket now aiming the gun that was loaded with bullet round to the chandelier above them. It falls when a round was shot banging the glass table and stopping the people from dancing, screaming loudly.

Baekhyun flinches wanting to bite his nails. ‘This woman is fucking mental—’ This was unlike the character of Park Areum, well, if you’d ask her to shoot someone’s club ceiling years ago she would reject the idea.

But she’s a brand new woman who’s ready to find the murderer of her parents, to put a stop to it finally. And to finally go back home and relax.

“Leave, now.” Areum orders the girls, younger than her or older than her it did not matter. They all ran down the stairs terrified. Barely dressed and in those clothes that dancers wore to the man sitting down liking.

Everything was smashed into pieces and what the detective can see it was a bunch of spilled drinks and the bits of shredding chandeliers chains cracking when they walk forward, now having Jung Jaehyun’s fullest attention.

Areum wasn’t happy to see him, but he had a wide smile who was the opposite. He was feeling fantastic to see her beautiful face again.

He claps loudly wowing. “Well that was an entrance,” shifting forward to see the displeasure on her face he cackles. “It’s good to see you Park Areum.”

His eyes check the journalist up and down humming. He had such severe thoughts but she wanted to smack him across at least, humble this man who looks like he’s never been humbled before.

Areum croaks sideways. “I hate to disagree. I don’t think I’ve expect the Inferno owner to be you.” Lowkey wish he wasn’t but here he is. The infamous womaniser himself.

The detective on the side points to Areum and Jaehyun. He couldn’t help but think how does she keep knowing these people? Especially the crime lords?

‘Must be that mafia butterfly effect.’ He would drain.

“How do you know this woman.” Areum puts down a picture of a young Kwon Yona before her severe brutal death.

His gaze looks away from the picture. “Never met her.”

Her gaze tightens slamming down the hand on the glass table shaking the drinks to fall down. Jaehyun could sense her heavy breath with the way she was shouting.

It’s agonising when you can tell someone knows something about this person, and then they won’t tell you. Yet that person died a cruel fate they shouldn’t of ever had.

“Don’t fucking lie here, you’re speaking to a journalist not a person who was born yesterday.” She cracks her shouting to the man who shifts on the seat. Baekhyun wanted to intervene when he saw how fast and angry Areum was.

But he stops when Jaehyun looks at the woman smiling. “Is my pretty diamond angry? Oho. If you’re going to scream at me please, go ahead, it won’t work.”

His condolences were as fake as anything Areum’s seen but she pulls away nodding and turns to Baekhyun taking the gun once again this time she points it around the area.

She hums searching. “Let’s see. If this is how you’re gonna be then i suppose we do this the — how do I put it. Mafia way?” She smiles back when Jaehyun rose his eyebrows up wondering what she meant by the ‘Mafia Way?’

But his thoughts were answered when Areum suddenly shoot a delicate looking Chinese vase over there into pieces.

It explodes, so cleanly. Baekhyun flung backwards at the random shooting Areum did.

She looks at Jaehyun seeing him start to look slightly more worried and less relaxed now.

She took all his confidence now.

“Uhm Areum— maybe don’t shoot about the place—“ Baekhyun shakily said and Jaehyun looks at the cop.

“That vase cost my fucking life fortune! Yah! Park Areum what are you doing?” She must’ve gone crazy he thought, she must’ve had.

There’s no way she would shoot something so antique and precious. Jaehyun looks at the cop pointing at him.

“Yah! Stop her from destroying my sacred items! Why are you standing there doing nothing.”

Baekhyun shrugged with his hands up. “You know— actually Areum shoot that red painting over there.”

Jaehyun widens his eyes when he saw what they were about to shoot and he saw Areum aiming the gun on there.

“If you don’t cooperate I will shoot everything important to you.” He heard her say. “But if you answer how you know Kwon Yona you’ll be spared.”

Beads sweating fell down the forehead of the man as he shakily exhales looking at the picture set on the table in between the glass shreds.

He croaks out murmuring. “Fine. Kwon Yona was my biggest buyer years back. She became a VIP and paid lots of money coming here.”

“Kwon Yona loved this club so much she even got a job as a dancer here. She did everything, drugs, drink.”

Areum lowers the gun and saw Jaehyun swiftly look back up watching her gun and her striking eyes that intimidate him sorta in the moment. He felt a whole new tension rise.

“But she’s not came here to this club for years now. So I know nothing! Trust me I really don’t know anything!”

Baekhyun grabs the picture then putting a picture of a drug in a green packet with a skull imported on it. She walks over pointing the gun at the picture redirecting his eyes on it to take a look but the minute he did his eyes widen and he seals his lips.

She spoke pointing on it. “Tell me who is dealing these drugs.”

‘Shoot.’ Jaehyun looks away staying silent as he avoids their gaze again.

Areum glares at him suddenly no longer cooperating. She moves back pointing her fun at the red picture on the wall glued shooting, making Jaehyun jump up from the couch screaming.

“No! No don’t shoot!”

But Areum missed on purpose. Baekhyun pushed the club owner back down. “Sit down bastard and answer her.” He warns.

His voice cracks. “I- look I really don’t know anything.” Areum darts her eyes in disbelief. “I told you I wasn’t born yesterday. I know you’re lying.”

He was so conflicted with the fact that his most prized possession will be shot and damaged, or he will snitch on someone that will cause consequences later.

He softly exhales holding the fists together. “Look the person behind this drug is closer to you than you know.”

The eyebrows twitch up wondering what he meant by this. Areum turns around lowering the gun position away from the paper.

“This person is a fucking maniac okay?— not even Jeno can protect you from them—“

“Can you tell me his fucking name already?” She strikes him causing Jaehyun to shut up.

As the silence on the matter grew louder and more intense the Journalist and Detective we’re anticipating with their heart beating wanting to know who was behind this drug.

The club owner was out of the character, feeling completely alone and backed into the corner by this kind game the journalist locked him in. Like a chain he couldn’t escape he was forced to spill.

Spill the secrets he’s kept in forever.

“The creator behind this drug is,”

“Someone who wants revenge.”

“Lee Donghae.”

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The infirmary office was lead to a young blonde woman laying there bleeding away from her life nearly tasting the scent of death on the tip of her tongue.

But all her vision saw was a worried man staring down at her as if she was everything he’s grasped. Such an emotion couldn’t be conveyed through the world’s eyes.

Kun took out the bullet with the metallic tong putting it inside a blue separate bowl. He swore a face mask and medical blue gloves on to match the mask he’s got to protect him from any spillage.

Haechan’s voice was soft as if it were spoken in lower capitals through a computer screen. The doctor was occasionally watching how he behaved to the girl finding it quite obvious that — well he holds strong emotions for her.

“You’ll be okay. Don’t go unconscious on me.” He pleads holding her hand right in is own.

The woman’s eyes were dimly visible through the vision. She’s lost so much blood but thankfully Kun was able to take the bullet out of the arm and possibly patch her up too.

“Shut up. You’re so loud.” Ryujin throws at the boy catching Haechan to go silent.

“Okay.. okay sorry, you’re right I shouldn’t irritate you.” He forgot she’s literally bleeding out and nearly dying to the point he could be overwhelming her.

He stares at her with enlarge heart eyes, Kun felt like a complete fool standing between them. He clears his throat as he was done stitching the wound on the arm. He would’ve taken a look at the bullet layer to identity the belonging.

But the minute Kun did he saw the code that brought him to think and face Haechan who was busy sitting next to a sleeping girl on the medical bed.

‘Just what on earth did you get yourself into Lee Haechan?’

“Haechan mind talking to me outside? Let her rest it’s not like she will be able to move for a while.” He reassures the boy who looks like a puppy waiting for his owner to freaking wake up.

The boy has to be dragged by the doctor outside the room. Closing the white door, Kun took off the face mask as he was sanitising the hands from the operation earlier.

Haechan whines. “What is it? I need to be by her side at all costs Kun.” What if she needs him? He can’t leave her all alone.

He sternly points. “Look at this bullet, this belongs to the fucking police force, mind telling me why she was shot by a police bullet?”

His eyes fell to the bullet and Haechan couldn’t answer because himself he knew nothing about the situation. He brought her without thinking. He brought her because he didn’t want her to die on him and Haechan somehow, felt himself break down when he saw her faint on him earlier in the alley.

He bites his lip. “I don’t know hyung.”

The doctor sighs looking around to hope no one was listening on them and what he’s about to say.

“Does Jeno know about this?”

The heart sank when Haechan shook his head. You know it’s bad when your own boss has no idea of what you’ve been up to and who you brought to your freaking base — which is basically the mafia’s own house.

God knows what this woman could be, a danger or not. Kun doesn’t trust this person and neither will anyone else if they knew about her and the bullet belonging to the police.

It could direct them to trouble with the mafia.

And they don’t want to cause misbalance between the two biggest forces in Korea, there is already enough tension feud then there is.

“My lord— Haechan. Okay fine I will wait for her to gather her strength.” The younger boy’s eyes sparkle up hearing that Kun was willing to let her stay at least till she’s better. “But not longer than a day. Got it?”

Haechan nods. “I understand.”

They exchange nods again until Kun was going to walk back inside the room but a voice calls him out, the boy calling his name again.

“Hey, Hyung?”

He turns around. “Hm?”

“Thank you.”

Haechan looks at him with a truthful wide smile that spells appreciation and gratitude from the heart bowing at the doctor helping him out on this. Even if it may cost their oath and job.

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rancidtae · 1 year ago

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NAERI STATION: INTERLUDE | (TEASER)

Genre: angst, fluff, smut. coming of age au. mafia au. Warnings: Graphic violence, Strong language, Mature content. Pairing: bts & Original Female Character (Jung Jiah) - Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character - Kim Namjoon/Original Female Character summary: the one where the kids play with fire, and Yoongi is angry angry.

a/n: here it is! this is a prequel to arcadia's lullaby, my exo focused fic that is still in the works. I remember someone telling me they enjoyed Jiah's and Yoongi's interactions in there and since I already had a lot of backstory in my mind and I miss the 7s, I decided to give them a much-deserved story of their own.

This story will be set before the events in AL and it'll cover my OFC's adventures, canonic events, pains of teenage adulthood, and relationships between 2014-2018, with the tannies as main characters of course. hope you'll enjoy and as always, feedback is welcomed :)

coming soon (very soon)

>> March 2014. Three months after Hwacheon's fire.

“So, whose idea was it?” Yoongi demanded.

Their heads whipped in his direction, features momentarily frozen. They’d been too invested in talking their ears off and blasting Whatever by Oasis on Jimin’s phone to hear him as he made his way down the creaky stairs.

“We were all playing, hyung, it’s not like it’s only one person–”

Jungkook was making a fair point, but Taehyung and Jimin sneakily tilted their heads at the only girl in the room, sitting with one chopstick in each fist resting on the table, ready to dig in.

“So it was you, then. May I ask what the fuck you were thinking?”

Ok, maybe he was overdoing it with the f-word and the whole bad cop stalking inside the questioning room. She didn’t flinch or even blink at his approaching figure, but the boys’ eyes widened. They shared concerned side glances, just making sure the worried is shared: shit, he’s angry angry.

“It’s just a game my friends used to play,” she answered.

Yoongi realized then that he hadn’t heard her talk much in the past weeks. She seemed content sitting and hanging around in silence most of the time, letting the trio take the lead, paying attention to Jin’s questions, and offering short answers.

And what happened the first time she’d decided to take some initiative? He was left with a burnt patch of grass in his backyard, dangerously close to the boat and the shed. It was bitch to put out even between the five of them, because only dirt kills diesel fire.

And to top it all off he was just getting home after commuting back from Seoul.

So they dealt with that. Then he went up for a much-needed shower, only to come back down and find them warming up dinner, plating it and all, stinking like smoke and dirt.

“And what game was that, forest fire?”

The four answered in unison. “Hot potato.”

Taehyung went on to explain how it goes. You tie a knot in the middle of a knee sock, soak it in diesel, set it on fire and throw it around. First one to drop it's the loser. Jimin kicked him under the table before he further elaborated on the rules of such a riveting recreational activity.

But Yoongi got stuck on a detail. “So you have friends, and you remember Hot Potato. I guess your short-term amnesia just– poofed away”

That one landed, and it landed well. She turned away from him before he was done talking —a gesture so rude he would’ve first stuck his hand down the toilet before attempting it at his parent’s house– and went on to grab her chopsticks again.

Jimin was fascinated, Taehyung? Horrified. Jungkook was just a ball of mortification staring at her.

Not a second went by, she didn’t even get to put them properly between her fingers before Yoongi hooked a finger on the bowl and pulled it away from her reach. The steaming, spicy broth sloshed around, nearly touching his skin.

“I guess you can now tell us what’s your story, then.”

She could. Jungkook wouldn’t do it but he could attest to this. He’d caught a faraway look in her eyes sometimes, looking at them during dinner, playing Mario 64 when they got to Whomp's fortress and stood close to the piranha plant, setting off a soft lullaby, or sometimes looking out of the window at night. People don’t visibly remember things, and miss and regret without having a story to tell.

“I can’t,” she said, looking sideways at the bowl, specifically at the one piece of bok choy she meant to pick first. Revenge was brewing under the calm in her eyes. “It’s classified information, and you don’t have the clearance”

“That so?”

“It is so.” she met his eye, hands folded on her lap, mockingly polite.

Yoongi squinted at the girl, the same one that Jin, god bless him, had worried would face some sort of neurological damage after the shit she went through. They’d been running all kinds of tests on her at the hospital, for her head, her ears and her heart, but as it is, Yoongi just needed to talk to her and leave no room for further bullshit to successfully diagnose her as a little shit.

“Well, no worries. I’m overthrowing the classification system. You’re free to tell us all about it.” he assured, tone light, walking around the kitchen table and getting himself a glass of water.

The boys tried to do damage control behind his back, He could see them all in the reflection of the dirty window by the sink. Jungkook vehemently shook his head at her, Taehyung made an x with both arms, Jimin tried to hold back his laughter.

“Under what jurisdiction?”

Tearing his eyes away from the sun disappearing down the lake, Yoongi made his way over and flattened both hands on the surface of the table. “Under it’s my house you’re living in and my food you’re eating jurisdiction, how about that?”

“Hyung–” Jimin tried to say, but she beat him to it.

“I’m sorry we almost burnt the backyard,” she stated, very businesslike, wearing Taehyun’s old, frayed snoopy sweatshirt that crickets visibly feasted upon.

“And the house.”

“And the house,” she repeated. Jungkook nodded to himself, satisfied. His eyes had been bouncing between the girl and his usually laid-back hyung. Worried that things would escalate. “Can I have my bowl?”

“No. Were you raised by wolves, huh? You’re supposed to wait for the eldest to start eating.”

“Hyung, aren’t you being too harsh?” Taehyung winced, also trying to play Pyromaniac’s Advocate. “Hyung said she might have brain damage.”

She did not take well to that, but she kept her mouth shut. Yoongi held back a chuckle.

“I’ll deal with you three later,”

Yoongi knew letting a girl stay would mess up the dynamic.

He’d expected it to be the result of either hormones, Jungkook being socially stunted when it comes to members of the female population, jealousy, or bathroom arrangements. He failed to consider that they'd find a nameless girl with a smart mouth and act like she’s a pup they really want to keep; can we, hyung? We’ll take her on walks, and let her suck diesel out of the boat’s tank.

He turned back to her, sighing. This wouldn’t do.

“Listen, I don’t give a shit who you are or what happened with you, but you’re going to have to figure out what you want to do.”

How old was she, again? Not much older than Jungkook probably, maybe even younger?

“What do I want to do?”

“Uh-huh. I’m not gonna have you slugging around, coming up with shitty games, and hot potatoing my property. Think of something, and we’ll figure it out.” he paused, noticing the glint in her eye. “Just don’t get too greedy, this is a working-class household. We’ll find something for you, it’ll do you well.”

High School Yoongi would’ve clutched his hammer and sickle if he could hear him talk about how work dignifies. But that was before he moved out of his parent's house, and somehow ended up living with a bunch of kids.

The girl blinked up at him, and it might’ve been the first time he’d seen her smile.

“I’d like to eat my bowl of malatang. Please.”

#bts fanfiction #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts fic #jungkook fanfiction #namjoon fanfiction #bts mafia au #yoongi fanfiction #jin fanfiction #hoseok fanfiction #taehyung fanfiction #jimin fanfiction #bts fluff #bts angst #bts scenarios

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byunbhyunz · 2 years ago

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Masterlist

K-Pop drabbles

EXO

Bitten by a Spider (Park Chanyeol/Reader, fluff, smut,Halloween!au, comicbookfan!Chanyeol)

A lot of jokes starts as “A man walked into a bar”. Well, this is not a joke, but a story which easily could start with “Deadpool and Black Widow walked into a bowling alley”. And I bet you can’t guess the punchline – if there’s even any.

Being Fond of You Comes Naturally (Park Chanyeol/Reader, fluff, angst, hybrid!au)

Five years went by since hybrids were introduced to the world. Half-human, half-animal beings, who needed to be taken care of. Most people treated them as pets, just as lovingly, but sometimes also just as bad. Yet, you never sparred them a thought until your roommate decided to bring home a tall Labrador Retriever hybrid.

NCT

Castle (Taeyong/Reader, fluff, slight angst, Part 1 of the Badlands Series)

Being in a secret relationship with an idol has its dark sides and hard days.

Coming Down (Taeil/Reader, fluff, bestfriendstolovers!au, Part 2 of the Badlands Series)

The One looks differently in everyone’s mind. You thought you know how The One looked for you, but oh boy, you couldn’t be more wrong.

Haunting (Johnny/Reader, angst, fluff, exfuckbuddiestolovers!au, Part 3 of the Badlands Series)

Working in Ikea, you try your best to avoid your ex-fuck-buddy, who comes in regularly, and his specialty is driving your colleagues crazy with his ridiculous questions.

Ghost (Yuta/Reader, slight fluff, slight angst, swimmer!reader, fromstrangerstoprefirstdaters!au)

Yuta likes to flirt. He thought he was really good at it, and his prize was always a blush and a shy smile; the first step on the road to kissing, and more. But when he crossed paths with you, he couldn’t understand why his winning tactics didn’t work. You just ran away from him. Literally.

Roman Holiday (Kun/Reader, angst, exlovers!au)

The hardest point of a break up isn’t when it happens. It can come even a year later too.

Hold Me Down (Doyoung/Reader, fluff, runningawayfromresponsibilities!Doyoung)

Running away was never the kind of thing Doyoung would do. Not until his responsibilities started to eat him alive, and the only thing on his mind was a night free from anything and everything.

SUPER JUNIOR

Lead and Gold (Eunhyuk/Reader, mafia!au, eventual smut)

There were a lot of gossips about your superior, Doctor Jung’s secret works, where he invited surgeon residents to his private clinic to help him out. Afterwards, no one talked a word about it. Then, your time came. He took you there too, and you did your best to do exactly what your job was in the hospital: saving people’s lives. You just didn’t know who’s life it was this time.

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

Aemond Targaryen

Witches Burn, Dead Man Walks (Aemond Targaryen/OC, fix it fanfiction)

They used to call her many names: 'Little Selira', 'Selira, The Whore', 'Selira, The Tease'. But when they started to call her Selira, The Witch, she knew it was time for her to go. No matter how much gold she earned under her Madame, no matter how she could pick which man she would take to bed, she fled the Street of Silk and didn't stop running until she reached Harrenhal. She knew she had a purpose to her life, and that couldn't be found in any brothel. After all: witches don't die. They burn.

Prologue | 1 | 2

#masterlist

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dayeongi · 2 years ago

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IDOLS AU more song ideas pt 2

Ino - Bubble Pop by HyunA, any chungha songs

Entire girl group in their beginnings - any KARA songs, Time for the Moon Night, Navillera, Rough, Fingertip and Mago by Gfriend (Mago marks the shift in concept), Good night by Dreamcatcher, RUN2U by STAYC, expectation by Girl's day, Demonstrate (rap version) - Rania,

Entire boy group - Shangri-La by VIXX, Forever by EXO, Catch Me by TVXQ!, FIRETRUCK by NCT 127, Perfect man by SHINHWA, YAYAYA, ROCK by Stray kids,

Entire girl group - miniskirt by AOA, Moon, HANN by G-Idle, Trap by Dreamcatcher, up and down by EXID, bang by Afterschool, Bad Boy, and RBB by Red Velvet, adios by everglow, Sixth sense, kill bill by Brown eyed girls

Gaara - Inspiration by Jonghyun, other soulful piano songs by Jonghyun

Ino, Sakura, Karui and Temari - I Like That by SISTAR, Psycho by Red Velvet

Tenten feat kanks - Dally by Hyolyn

Temari, Karui, Ino and Tenten - Good to you Gotta be you by 2NE1

Naruto - Coup d'état by Gdragon

Sasuke - Please don't by K Will (iconic)

Sakura - any Jeon Somi solo songs

Karui - woman and kiss my lips by BoA (not bank of America I mean The actual BOA)

Neji & Sakura - Heart Stop by Taemin & Seulgi

Karui - NO ONE by LeeHi

Kankuro & Gaara - SEXY NUKIM

Temari - GUCCI by Jessi

Temari & Karui - Physical by dual Lipa feat Hwasa

Naruto & Hinata - Missing you by G dragon feat Kim Yuna

#naruto au #naruto idols au #naruto #naruto fanfiction #naruto hcs #MORE SONGS

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yaoisubmarine · 28 days ago

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Exo fic recs (work in progress)

have read so many, have to sort out my bookmarks and history; shout out to draniss's listography for reccing so many wonderful fics.

OT3 CBX

Byun Baekhyun/Kim Jongdae | Chen/Kim Minseok | Xiumin (CBX aka my fave ship)

₩4,500 by minijhi [au: non-famous, college/university, urban fantasy, mama music video powers, mutant discrimination] 23k oneshot

Minseok works the late night shift at a convenience store. Baekhyun and Jongdae are thieves who keep coming back.

all signs point to a bumpy ride by jinxfabray [au:soulmates, red thread au, non-famous,angst with happy ending] 28k oneshot

minseok wasn't looking for a soulmate, but there are two threads on his finger and a whole mess ahead of him.

Hey demons! It's ya boi(s)! by unclassified_lkg [au: non-famous, college/university, youtube vloggers, based on buzzfeed unsolved, supernatural, horror comedy] ongoing 35/? 210k

Minseok has always been able to see ghosts. He used to be able to very directly communicate with them as a child. But when he started getting older, these sightings and interactions lessened, and somehow Minseok preferred that. He still saw ghosts, still felt their presence, still knew when a house or location was haunted/possessed. But it wasn’t as frequent, and Minseok likes to believe it’s because he’s too busy living a stressed student life to really notice anymore. But he couldn’t live in peace for too long because Jongdae and Baekhyun, the whirlwinds that they were, blew up a massive storm in Minseok’s life by declaring him their best hyung when they were both but freshman. And who is Minseok to deny them this. A Buzzfeed unsolved au where Baekhyun is a believer, Jongdae is a massive skeptic, and Minseok can actually see ghosts and tries his best to fend them off whenever BaekChen go ghost hunting.

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Byun Baekhyun/Kim Jongdae | Chen/Kim Joonmyun | Suho

the heartbreak algorithm by cryptidmoon

Baekhyun and Jongdae may very well just be a tinder match made in heaven --too bad Baekhyun’s only on the app to find someone to join in on a threesome with his boyfriend.

OT4 (chingu line)

Byun Baekhyun/Do Kyungsoo | D.O/Kim Jongdae | Chen/Park Chanyeol

what's it gonna be? by cryptidmoon

The problem with actually convincing Chanyeol to ask Baekhyun out is that: a) Jongdae really doesn’t want to fucking do it, and b) Kyungsoo may or may not get in the way of that plan to begin with.

The Way of Fate by yibaek (marknominism)

“They say when you’re with The One, you feel this—this pull. Like a string is attached to you both and someone is tugging on it, trying to pull you closer. Do you feel it?” or, in which byun baekhyun runs into three strangers at a party, literally, and all four of their superpowers activate; a sign they each have met their soulmate. the only problem is, none of them know who caused their reactions, which only happen once in a lifetime.

Byun Baekhyun/Kim Jongdae | Chen

fried eggs & vertigo by cryptidmoon [au: idols, canon divergence(?), time loop, groundhound day trope] 8k oneshot

Baekhyun falls, and then he falls again. And again. And again. And again.

Glass Marble by allatay [au: modern, non-famous, matchmaking, publisher!baekhyun, teacher!jongdae] 23k oneshot

It seems like everybody wants Baekhyun to date Jongdae. Well, except for Baekhyun and also probably Jongdae but Baekhyun is not so sure about that.

Byun Baekhyun/Park Chanyeol

On the Booze With Brahms by baeconandeggs, NovemberMagpie [au:modern, non-famous, neighbours, college/university] 46 k oneshot

Chanyeol has never heard someone say puppy like the asshole violinist next door does.

Byun Baekhyun/Kim Junmyeon | Suho

hear them howl by cryptidmoon

Everybody expects Junmyeon to be a cat person --it’s probably the witch thing. Helping out a werewolf, though, will hopefully change their minds.

Byun Baekhyun/Do Kyungsoo | D.O

Attached to You by dcdntdspr

Byun Baekhyun had always hated endings. The problem is, everything always ends.

august (for the hope of it all) by goldenbyun

"Everyone leaves and I stay here. I'll get through it. It's what I do best." Kyungsoo lives surrounded by ghosts. Maybe that's why he returned to the island—to lose his own ghosts among the ones who live here. Or maybe he returned to become one of them. — or, actor! kyungsoo x farmer! baekhyun au

in the territory of the dragon king by curledupkitten (kittebasu)

there are so many ghosts on this island. maybe that's why do kyungsoo has come: so his personal ghosts can get lost among them.

#rpf #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #kpop fic recs

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kaisooficpodcast · 3 months ago

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Susceptible to You by and with Inari

I am Alexio Sospranio, and you’re listening to the kaisoo fic podcast.

For new listeners, the kaisoo fic podcast is a space where we discuss literature found in the kaisoo world. Where we have authors on the show to give them a platform to talk about their writings and journey as an author in the fandom.

Just a brief rundown of what will happen in this episode. This episode is a two part episode. First part is today, dated the 12th, second part will be on the 14th. Special kaisoo dates!

Today, the first part we will discuss a fic from the author of the day, followed by questions regarding the fic. The second part, on the 14th will be slightly more personal questions to get to know the author a bit more.

If you, dear listener, have been up to date with the podcast episodes, you will find that there will be similar questions to other author’s sessions. Each author brings in their own different perspectives and experiences. By asking similar questions, we get to see how diverse yet united kaisoo fic writers are.

Brief Intro and Technical Aspects of STY

Joining me today is author Inarichi.

Now introducing a bit on InariChi before we talk about the fic of the day:

InariChi’s works on ao3 amount to 51 fics on EXO.

InariChi has been in the fandom since 2015, that’s about 9 years now. When she was drawn to Baekhyun and Kyungsoo. Became an EXOL when she heard Call Me Baby back in 2015. InariChi is currently into Stray Kids.

Susceptible to You by InariChi, has 19 chapters with a word count of about 51k words.

Set in an alternate universe where kaisoo are in college. Prim and proper professor Jongin is bad boy Kyungsoo’s music theory lecturer. Kaisoo ends up in a little teacher-student relationship. Content warnings include smut (topsoo) while the general tags set by the author includes romance and angst. But if i may, i would like to just add tags of domestic violence (kaisoo is not being abused by each other, which i think is the most important thing to note and the thing that actually gave me the push to read because the violence is not kasioo to each other).

That was the technical background of the fic.

Fic of the Episode

Now, Inarichi, hello there! Would you maybe like to start us off for those who are not familiar, what is Susceptible to You?

Susceptible to You is a slice of life college au with a relationship between a student and teacher. The playboy, Kyungsoo is challenged to seduce his professor, Jongin, who actually hates him. Along the way, some things don’t go as planned for Kyungsoo.

Things most definitely don’t go as Kyungsoo had planned…Kyungsoo after assessing the situation of his slightly uptight professor, he tries to appeal to Professor Kim by studying a bit more to show that he is serious about having his professor tutor him. Slowly, it becomes apparent that there is so much more to what meets the eye.

What was your favorite part of piecing up a story like ‘Susceptible to You’?

My favorite part was making the characters, their personalities and flaws. I think that’s always been my favorite part of my writing process. Characters are fun! And they’re the driving force of the story. If your characters aren’t interesting then neither is the story in all honesty. But also, I love to worldbuild, second to making characters. So for STY, making the characters was my favorite part and I really enjoyed exploring a different side of Kyungsoo as the rebellious, playboy type but with a soft heart. We hadn’t seen that often, if at all, in the kaisoo community at the time.

Jumping in on characterisation for a bit, your characters are very in-depth and well thought out.

Kyungsoo for instance, has a tough exterior and we learn that his piercings and tattoos are a persona, of someone who is strong and never afraid. Kyungsoo’s backstory… is tragic, to say the least, no spoilers, but when his past gets revealed… I cried… and as humans we always try to cope the best we can with the negative experiences we are put into.

Now, in all these dramatic moments we see kaisoo be put in, what was the most challenging part of writing about this particular college AU?

I’ve written a lot of aus! And I think what was most challenging about this college au was keeping the characters grounded and real. I really wanted them to feel human, for them to make human mistakes and learn from them as everyone else does. And I also wanted them to have wants and needs that we typically crave as well, making them relatable. It’s always difficult to gain perspective of a character for me, but I do try my best to put myself in their shoes.

Putting yourself in their shoes… making them relatable, by giving them wants and needs… Hopping onto that idea, kaisoo here have … made decisions for themselves and the choices these two characters make, reflect their wants and needs as you mentioned.

For instance in the chapter where Jongin came knocking on Kyungsoo’s dorm room. That choice, correct me if i’m wrong Inari, reflects his comfort in being vulnerable in Kyungsoo’s company, yet is reluctant to fully lean into the comfort because of their status as teacher and student. It’s that conflict in wanting what they want versus knowing that on some level it is wrong, and that makes characters very interesting.

To provide some context, the chapter prior to this scene was a dramatic moment. Kyungsoo attended to Jongin’s wounds, a very touching moment. But soon after it escalates when Sean calls and kaisoo get into a heated argument because of that and then Kyungsoo is forced out of Jongin’s apartment…but not without Kyungsoo giving him reassurance that he can rely and gain support from the younger. Kyungsoo is in agony when he believes he is thoroughly fucked after what happened.

But Jongin surprised Kyungsoo by appearing at his doorstep…this particular choice Jongin made reflects his want to be with Kyungsoo and the sudden need to be as far as possible from Sean.

One of my favorite smaller moments of this fic is when Jongin is reluctant to have coffee with Kyungsoo, and Kyungsoo pushes a bit more and he asks, “You can’t? Or you won’t?” This moment puts Jongin in a spot where if Jongin were to lie about not being able to spend some time with him, Kyungsoo would be able to tell.

Those are just my two cents on how your characters reflect humanistic wants and needs, but could you maybe talk briefly about that scene? Or any other scene that really displayed their human mistakes and have their wants and needs?

This scene really challenges Jongin to question why he holds himself back or what he’s really facing. Actually there’s a deeper meaning to this question, pertaining to Jongin’s situation with Sean. How this situation has worsened, and Jongin as the victim of the abuse tells himself that he can’t leave. And though leaving an abusive relationship is difficult, unfortunately, it seems that Jongin was refusing to help himself leave the situation. That he chose to stay there. Asking if can’t or he won’t is a way to ask him if he’s willing to do what he needs to survive. “Can’t” is for someone who doesn’t have control of their choices. “Won’t” is for someone who has a choice but refuses not to act upon those choices.

Another scene I would say really displays human mistakes or moments of wants vs need is when Jongin and Kyungsoo are talking while Kyungsoo addresses his wounds. And they talk about why Jongin chooses to stay, and he admits to being used to this life and being unable to do so. As for Kyungsoo, he needed to learn to accept himself and his past that he ran away from. I believe his confrontation with his father really demonstrates what Kyungsoo needs. He was vulnerable and raw, and all of emotions were out of control. Which was something he so desperately sought. But he couldn’t be in control of everything and he couldn’t withstand all the secrets anymore and he needed to let go. I suppose Kyungsoo’s internal conflict was about accepting what happened, forgiveness and letting go. And that talk with his father opened up a chance for him to do. Although it left him bruised even more inside his heart, he was able to let a part of himself be at peace.

My next question, well not really, more of a request. If there was a moment in the fic, be it a defining moment, or a scene you think about when you think back to the fic, what would that scene be? And it would be an absolute honor to have you, Inarichi, the author of ‘Susceptible to You’ to read an excerpt of the scene of your choice.

Oh you’re asking the hard questions. I have a few scenes but when I think about this story, the scene where Kyungsoo calls back to Baekhyun’s words comes to mind. And also the scene where we learn what happened to Kyungsoo’s mother.

With blurred vision and harsh breaths, he ran until he tripped, falling numbly onto a thin layer of snow. Rolling onto his back, he looked at the dazzling stars which twinkled above. Crystal tears sparkled in the corner of his eyes before strolling down the sides of his face.

Don’t get hurt. Baekhyun’s words echoed inside his head, and he thought, it was far too late. It was always too late.

“When we were in that car, you want to know what she said to me?” Kyungsoo quickly wiped at his eyes, “…you want to know what her final words were?” his voice cracked pitifully and he spoke faintly between his shallow gasps of misery, “She told me to close my eyes, she was going to make it all go away. She wanted it to stop, she wanted everything to end… So when she purposely whipped that wheel, sending us into oncoming traffic!—” he choked on his words, “…I closed my eyes.”

Thank you for that… that was absolutely brilliant because nothing beats having an author reading from their own works… And I have to agree with your choice of moments of the fic. The recalling of baekhyun’s words inside his head just goes to show how far kaisoo have come to a point of almost no return. Ad of course we have Kyungsoo’s mother’s suicide that was one of the turning points in Kyungsoo’s life.

Now that we have heard from you in this manner, I would just like to ask if this was the original idea you had in mind when you first drafted the fic? How much has the story grown or changed while writing?

When I first started writing this, I had the bare bones of an outline. I had no idea what drafting was. There was no draft. I would write it out and then kind of edit, and then post it. The “outline” was one page long and it had the main story beat: Kyungsoo being challenged to seduce his professor and then that was pretty much it. It grew for me when I added Kyungsoo’s backstory that paralleled what Jongin was going through currently, and also how they started to fall in love. I think the story wrote itself at that point. I think my writing improved overall while writing the story until the end, and I could see the changes and how far I’ve come because of it. It’s my baby. I’ll never forget this fic and how it felt to complete my first chaptered story.

Oh wow, this is your first chaptered story?

Talking about backstory and what Jongin goes through… My own belief on everlasting love is that it blossoms when partners have a common experience together… but in ‘Susceptible to You’ as you said, Kyungsoo’s backstory parallels what Jongin goes through and that makes the characters relate to each other in such an intimate manner, and i’m not talking about sexual intimacy. Intimacy here is where Kyungsoo was able to share his thoughts on his feelings of wanting Jongin to leave Sean. Intimacy here is the shared experience of the abuse they go through and how they are able to find each other and be each other’s support.

As this is your first chaptered story, what did your writing process look like?

An absolute trainwreck. I’m all over the place. LOL. You know when you have train tracks that break off and go opposite directions? Like that. LOL. I’m literally hopping everywhere between scenes, simply nonlinear. And because my mind is everywhere, I have to plan. So I’m a planner (if you can believe that) I like to know where my story is going, and I have to know my ending. If I don’t know my ending then I won’t be able to begin writing. Now, I use outlines, but it’s subject to change and I will always change it. Always. My words are never cemented into anything, I can literally throw entire chapters away and start over from scratch at any time. I begin with the characters and the world and setting, and then build from there. There’s always one scene that begins everything, and then the rest fall in place.

You mentioned your writing is always subjected to change and you can throw entire chapters away and start over from scratch at any time.

Now that we know you had many and different types of drafts with different possibilities, were there any moments that did not make the cut to the final draft but you wanted to put in even after posting the fic? If so, do you mind sharing a snippet of it?

I wish there was but actually, everything that I wrote made it inside the fic. Not one scene was wasted. I wrote it as it came to me and I loved how quick pace but also steady the story is. So there was never a scene that I simply dealt away with. All of them that were there, needed to be there. Great question!

That is actually very nice to hear! It is like you’re fully satisfied with the outcome, and i think i speak for all readers, that we all are as well, fully satisfied with the story. No loose ends, there is a conclusion for everything, even the bet and all. It’s a full story.

Last question for this first half of the episode: Did you see any reflection of your own life in them? Be it the plot or the characters? You don’t need to go into intimate detail, maybe just a brief snippet of what inspired you in real life to write this fic.

In my longer works, I always leave a piece of myself. A story is as honest as you make it. In Susceptible to You, I had a moment to really add a reflection of my mom’s burial in the story. The part of the story when Kyungsoo visited his mother’s grave, that was very personal for me. Because my mother is also buried in a field and when I have a special someone in my life, I will also bring them to meet her, just as Kyungsoo did with his mother. I see myself in that moment. I see myself in his emotions to be happy and to let his mother know that he’s alright now, that he was content. Because she would want to know, and I would love to tell her that. So my stories always have a small piece of my heart in them.

That is very touching. What you hope to see in your own personal future, you project it into the fic. It’s like a promise to yourself in some ways?

And with that, ladies gays and of the like, we have come to the end of the first part of two for this episode.

This first part, Inari shared with us challenging moments while writing this fic, read us an excerpt from her Susceptible to You and we end this first part with learning that Inari leaves a part of herself in her longer works.

Now Inari, let’s take a pause here before getting to know you a bit more. Second part will be uploaded on the 14th!

Thank you for listening, have a good day, dear kaisooist, and we look forward to tomorrow’s tomorrow’s episode. Stay tuned.

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