#got7 supernatural au

[after-midnight-rp]

❞ Will we both go home alive? ❝

― After Midnight ; a place that is rising from the ashes searching for redemption after the world had found its end. This is the place where many survivors do find their spot in hope to find a way back to life — yet life is never going back to how is used to be. Or maybe it is never meant to return to its old ways … creating a new reality within.

Only one question remains that only you can answer: Will you come and join the light? Or bask in the glory of darkness?

Come and join, after midnight.

Welcome to After Midnight RP including: ⟫ facebook based ⟫ 18 + , AU ⟫ smut , gore , post apocalyptic , semi-gang ⟫ semi-lit to literate ⟫ master x slave with a twist

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[aphroditelovesu]

⤷✿.｡Since you voted yes to commissions, so here we are. I was a little unsure about the price, so I researched and tried to make it as fair as possible. I hope you agree with this! ❤️

Also, this is completely optional! If you don't want to, you don't have to request a commission! All the other requests works the same way!! ⤷♡.+ n a v i g a t i o n.

⤷♡.+ Status: OPEN.

What I would write

I write for any gender, both character and Reader/OC, be it female, male, neutral transsexual. Any.

Yandere!Character x Reader, Yandere!Reader x Yandere!Character, Yandere!OC x Reader and Yandere!OC X OC.

Dark!Au, Gore, Disorders, Smut/NSFW, explicit language, soft!yandere, alternative AU, Horror, Age gap (depends on how much).

Romantic, platonic and general Yanderes, as well as more specific themes; example: yandere x depressive!reader.

Stockholm syndrome.

Pregnancy, childbirth and death in childbirth.

Non-Con, Dub-Con, BDSM.

Fluff; non-yandere.

Monsterfucking, specific kinks.

Angst.

What I DON'T write

Any kind of NSFW content with children, anything with children will just be platonic.

I don't write NSFW with characters that have a childish appearance or personality, just platonic.

I don't usually write ships because I consider it something personal, but I can do it if someone wants to.

Age play, scap.

Minor x Adult (only platonic).

Prices (in $ and R$)

Headcanons

2,00 $/R$ 2,00 for 500 words;

6,00 $/R$ 6,00 for 1000 words;

12,00 $/R$ 12,00 for 2000 words;

NSFW content adds an additional charge of $3,00/R$3,00.

Imagines, Scenarios, Reactions, Oneshots, Prompts

3,00 $/R$ 4,00 for 500 words;

10,00 $/R$ 13,00 for 1000 words;

18,00 $/R$ 18,00 for 2000 words;

20,00 $/R$ 20,00 for 3000 words.

NSFW content adds an additional charge of $5,00/R$6,00.

My list of current fandoms, but I can always add more:

Anime

Attack on Titan, Amensia, Death Note, Demon Slayer, Diabolik Lovers, Fruits Basket, Haikyuu!!, Hakuoki, Hunter x Hunter, Jujutsu Kaisen, Kamigami no Asobi, Naruto, Mirai Nikki, One Piece, Blood of Zeus.

Books

Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, A Song of Ice and Fire, Pegasus and The Flame of Olympus (series), IT., A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR), The Bridgertons, Twilight, The Lord of the Rings, The Cruel Prince: The Folk of the Air, The Bridgertons, Twilight.

Games

Genshin Impact, Detroit Become Human, Mystic Messenger, Time Princess Dress Up (TP: characters), Yandere Simulator, My Candy Love (Amour Sucré), Arkyos Angel, A Plague Tale.

K-Pop

BTS, BLACKPINK, GOT7, EXO, BIGBANG, TWICE, AESPA, Stray Kids, ITZY, Hyuna and Dawn, Red Velvet, NCT, Monsta X, Taemin, Dreamcatcher, LE SSERAFIM, (G)I-DLE.

Series/TV Show

Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, The Originals, The Vampire Diaries, Teen Wolf, Supernatural, Outer Banks, Friends, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Euphoria, Reign, Bridgerton, The Flash, Supergirl, Outlander, American Horror Story, Wednesday, Riverdale, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, The Sandman, Lucifer, Winx Club, Ragnarok, The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power, Invisible City (Cidade Invisível), Shadow and Bone, Adventure Time, The Witcher, Rebelde MX (RBD), Heartstopper, Hannibal, Criminal Minds, The Last Kingdom.

Movies

Disney Universe, Marvel Universe, DC Universe, Maze Runner, Halloween, Friday the 13th, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Transformers, How to Train Your Dragon, Miraculous, Ever After High, Monster High, Barbie Universe, Christmas Movies, Maze Runner, Avatar, Twilight, Star Wars.

K-Dramas

My Demon, Bussiness Proposal, Doom At Your Service, Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha, Crash Landing on You, My Name, Mr Queen, King the Land.

Mythology

Greek, Egyptian, Norse Mythology and Brazilian Folklore.

Historical Characters

Alexander the Great, Cleopatra, Caesar Augustus, Julius Caesar and etc...

Additional Information

I accept payment via PayPal and Pic Pay only (PayPal = Ko-Fi)

Payment must be made before I start and I will always send you updates if you ask me.

I write in English and Portuguese.

I have a deadline of 5 to 10 days to complete your commission, however, if something unforeseen happens and it ends up being delayed, I will inform you.

If I write more than what was asked, obviously there will be no additions.

If you are interested, DM me with details and feel free to ask me anything.

[mingsolo]

m.list

currently I write mostly for ateez and seventeen. (with a few others here and there)

note: i tend to go with gn for most stories, unless they have smut in which case the reader will be female/afab.

@mingsolo. please do not repost/translate to other sites.

ATEEZ

seonghwa—

take me home. [For Seonghwa, another night, another opportunity to take off some of the stress of being famous— for you, a chance to turn a horrible night around.] 8k. smut,angst,idol au

hongjoong—

enough. [Hongjoong had been neglecting your relationship, but you tried to keep your head up, until he decides to make things worse for the both of you ] 3k. angst, smut, established relationship

say my name. [What happens when you forget to say his name for the third time? One night when he´s had enough, you actually find out. ] 7k. supernatural au, incubus!hongjoong, angst, smut

yeosang—

mistaken. [an unfortunate attempt to end your life strikes on your own honeymoon. what else could go wrong with your recently arranged marriage?] 6k. angst, smut, mafia au, romance

san—

before you go. [about to leave for the enhypen concert, your boyfriend San decides to give you a little something so you won´t forget about him]1k. smut, pwp, established relationship

✸

ot8 + poly fics—

so good for us. [Back at home from your anniversary dinner, your boyfriends reveal a very special surprise that would turn your night into a ocassion you won't forget anytime soon]. 4k. smut, established relationship, poly au.

GOT7

jinyoung—

hella good. [jinyoung comes to the party trying to ruin your date, but he finds himself having to make a decision in the process] 4k. smut, angst, [kinda] exes to lovers

SEVENTEEN

wonwoo—

pause + play. [a couple of interesting encounters with the cute glasses guy that comes to the vhs store lead to something special, done for the 90s collab] meet cute, strangers to lovers, fluff

awful summer nights. [for most people, the hot air of mid June, when the sun was high and its rays shone bright almost all day long, was certainly a blessing. Certainly not for you] 5k. fwb to lovers, smut, romance, angst

[witchboyjimin]

20 questions for fic writers

stole this from my best friend. if you'd also like to do it, please go for it and tag me in it huhu

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

60! which is. a lot of works but i've been posting since 2015

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

623,307. i hope to hit 1 million words by the end of 2025 >:)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

everything is kookmin these days but once upon a time i wrote other bts pairings and before that i wrote for ikon and got7 (and before that aka before ao3: exo, bap, block b, beast, harry potter, naruto, kingdom hearts....god idk there are a lot of fandoms lol)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

i like how desperate you seem (in the way you look at me) if i get in, i just might drown i glow pink in the night shine a light through the dark the moon keeps calling out to me, but i only ever hear your name

5. Do you respond to comments?

no, but i did promise myself to respond to comments again in 2024. starting with the ones left on my latest fic.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

uuhhh...probably i might not make it. simply because it's an mcd fic and spoilers! jk is dead throughout the fic and the fics ends like that...

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

lol i think pretty much all of my fics end with a happy ending aka the pairing ends up together, happily in love. 

8. Do you get hate on fics?

100%. lot of fandom drama involved with writing exclusively btm!jm. i've gotten anon msgs telling me to "kms", people hoping i get raped, murdered, my body never found etc etc. you name it, i've seen it. all because they hate that i write btm!jm.

i do think fandom has gotten less insane over this very recently but i am also just way less available and have a much smaller social media presence so lack of access to me has probably reduced the hate, too. plus i'm not actively part of fandom these days so people care about me less, which is great!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

it's my favourite thing to write! i do need to get back into it though...also was not aware there are types of smut? i guess the rly nasty kind rjfkndk i like pretty much most kinks/fetishes and think it's fun to explore them.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i have written three crossover fics! >:) two were bobby (ikon)/jimin and one was jaebum (got7)/jimin.

craziest one was probably oh boy, don't be shy since it's basically bobby finds jimin's dildo and then dp's jimin :D

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

multiple times.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes, i used to allow translations but it got to a point where people would ask to translate and then never come back to link their translations. plus, i've had people link me to fics that were translated without my permission. 

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes! two of them :)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

god, i have so many wips i want to write that it's always like...whatever sticks. my current wip tracker has 30 fic ideas on it. i rly want to write this mafia au but i have 2 supernatural aus i also want to write very badly...

there is also a collab fic i rly want to write with my friend bee, which i hope to finish, but idk if we will. i just rly love writing hurt/comfort jgfkd

16. What are your writing strengths?

i'm very good at writing emotion. it's important to me that the reader feels and understands what my characters are feeling and feels that connection to the fic. i'm also good at writing porn for this reason. i'm also very good at worldbuilding and i will put in the research and care to ensure my worldbuilding makes sense and is as accurate as possible and failing that, as believable as possible. moreover, i am just a dedicated researcher. because i write for a korean boyband, it's important to me that i do the research into korean history, customs, current social etiquette etc. it's actually a huge pet peeve of mine to see people just make stuff up or have the fic be entirely westernised/americanised but the boys are all in korea.

i think i'm also good at consistent characterization and at pacing/flow in my work. these are both rly important to me and i've worked on them a lot over the years. i think this also lends to me being pretty good at plotting a fic out so that it's not long and drawn out or that i'm not taking the time to explore certain aspects i've introduced. balance is important!

i think i'm also pretty versatile. i can write different genres pretty easily (eg. i love writing action sequences and am good at making sure the pacing is rly fast and then slowing down when something romantic or suspenseful happens) and am good at like setting a certain vibe/tone for a fic.

finally, i am dedicated to improving. i don't think fanfic writers necessarily owe this to readers (fic writing being a hobby) but writing is really important to me and so it's important to me that i improve and challenge myself.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i need to read more! i need to expand my vocabulary and learn how to better write metaphors. my imagery could use work, my dialogue definitely needs work. i want to write my characters with a more unique voice versus everyone kind of sounding the same. i want to make sure each character has their own "quirks" the way real people do.

i need to learn to write better description, too, as i think setting can do a lot for setting the mood/tone for a fic. a lot of my short-comings just come down to me reading too little so i need to read more and i need to dissect my favourite fics and books and pinpoint what i found compelling about them.

i also need to challenge myself to write more plot-heavy fics and to be unafraid to write characters who are unlikable or appear irredeemable. i want to write fic that has one main plot but a million little subplots and i want all of these things to come together coherently. i want my work to explore themes that are important to me!

i don't care so much about grammar but probably, i need to get better at that too haha

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

since i write fic for bangtan who are korean, i don't think it's ever necessary to write dialogue in another language. it comes across as cringey (derogatory) and borders on racist imo

19. First fandom you wrote for?

uh, beyblade? lolololol

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

i think it's my favourite rn because i just finished writing it lol but sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it were mine)

i am also very fond of i thought he remembered me; he took me back so tenderly because i love writing space aus! sci-fi is one of my fav genres!

[shardminds]

20 Questions for Writers

thank u for the tags @tunaababee & @melting-houses-of-gold! sorry it took me literally forever to reply

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

31 (28 under shardmind, 2 under praxisss, 1 under a super secret third option)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

122,425

3. What fandoms do you write for?

just acotar at the mo, but i have previously published fics for supernatural, once upon a time, exo, and got7.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

tiny fists

little infinities

stop fronting

i would stop the world for you

truth and consequence

5. Do you respond to comments?

yes!!!! i try my best!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

play your melody on my heartstrings

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

it's yours, it's mine

8. Do you get hate on fics?

no. let's keep it that way.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes! and it depends how we want to split up the 'what kind'. so far we've got m/m & f/m with a f/f/f in the works and a potential m/m/f. there's been a few abo's, at least one with a demon, some with magic, a few heartfelt last night on earths, one frantic post-war, one foretold in a dream, one in a car, one on the phone — yeah.

10. Do you write crossovers?

no but i have written a bunch of au's set in the universe of a different ip so like... kinda?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes! truth & consequence and it's always been you with @artistic-writer. love you, salem!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

i will not answer this question because i can't choose :(

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

vampire dean fic. your novel length plot... i wish i knew how to write you.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i like to think i can keep things concise while also keeping the flow of the words, you know? like varying my sentence length to have the best impact. i want to make it sound like music when you read it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

NOT WRITING!!!!!!! FOR MONTHS!!!!!!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i think it's neat!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

chronicles of narnia. stop-- why are you laughing?

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

spn - tiny fists ouat - fortune favours the brave acotar - full moon, white honey

if anyone sees this and wants to have a go, consider this your tag!!!

[krpgarden]

hello! I am a semi-lit, literate, novella male writer at the age of 23! i’m looking for someone who is 18+ but 21+ is preferable! discord exclusive though i am soon to be making this account i am sending from active here on tumblr! eventually! but it may take awhile! i am looking for anyone who enjoys any type of plots/universes/tropes! though my favorite genre is horror/nsfw! i also love omega-verse, fantasy/supernatural, sci-fi, idol-verse, slashers, post-apocalyptic, vampires/werewolves! i definitely only have a preference for MXM pairings and am open to poly ships as well! non-au, au, oc, and cc settings are all good for me. some cc ships i’m looking for currently are cheongsan/suhyeok ( all of us are dead ), jiwoo/seojun ( to my star 1 & 2 ), any mxm ship from squid game, etc! it also just depends on what you’re feeling at that moment!

my favorite faceclaim(s) to play are members from ateez, got7, bts, stray kids, zerobaseone, seventeen, ace, enhyphen, monsta x, oneus, shinee, txt, p1harmony, pentagon, day6, kard, onlyoneof, btob, vanner, nct, exo. i also write a lot of korean male actors like son woohyun, wi hajoon, lee dongwook, kim kangmin, lee soohyuk, park solomon, yoon chanyoung, ji changwook, gong yoo, cha eunwoo, lee jongsuk, etc. i also have faceclaims from thai bls as well! anyone i haven’t mention doesn’t mean i won’t write against those faces! i’m very versatile when it comes to faceclaims! i’m welcoming all with open arms!

for triggers/limitations/no-gos- i don’t necessarily have any! i’m pretty open to write anything! doesn’t mean i’ll write EVERYTHING but you get what i mean. i’m very versatile when it comes to dynamics and plots.

you can contact me to plot on discord, username is vampsuvius. or you can message me on my tumblr account above, vampsuvius!

hi there, thank you so much for your message! 💚

friends, if you are interested in writing with this person, please reach out to them via their tumblr account or add them on discord!

[findroleplay]

howdy! 23, he/him, est, looking for 20+ discord writing partners! i’m easily overwhelmed so i’m hoping to find something more low maintenance with leniency in activity / messaging. i’m okay with plotting, sharing pinterest boards, songs, world building, headcanoning, etc, but maintaining an ooc relationship is not something i’m interested in for personal reasons- sorry!

currently i’m looking to rp ateez, txt, seventeen, the boyz, nct (no dream), and got7! le sserafim, aespa, and loona are of interest as well.

idolverse, college-esque, supernatural / fantasy, sports (maybe??), historical, and omegaverse are high up on my list right now! these can be oc or au- no preference.

right now my goal is to write when i feel like it rather than pushing myself! i mirror length and style, but prefer literate.

interact and i’ll reach out!

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[moccahobi]

2022 Review

 I’ve done these a few times! Love reviewing my writing this way! Thank you @here4theheartbreak​ for giving me the outline for this last year!

Fandom(s): BTS and Got7

Total Fics: 17

 Total Words: 48,673 words

 ~SHIP/CHARACTER BREAKDOWN~ 

Ships (if applicable):      

Yoongi x Namjoon

Hoseok x Taehyung

Namjoon x Jimin

Jaebum x Youngjae

 Character Frequency:     

Jungkook: 1

Taehyung: 8

I am counting each post separately, so this is skewed by AFBTTYA

Jimin: 2

Hoseok: 1

Namjoon: 2

Yoongi: 2

Seokjin: 1

Jaebum: 3

Youngjae: 3

Character POVs: 

AFBTTYA has a mix of multiple character POVs (Reader, Taehyung, Jungkook, and Yoongi)

Reader

Jimin

Yoongi

Taehyung

Listen and Learn has both Seokjin and the reader

Did you seem to have a preference for any particular member/ship/pov? Why?

Namjoon in ships is a fairly common one! I think that next year, I want to mindfully explore other ships!

Love me a Namjoon ship! Also it was very much part of the projects I was working on.

Less of a prefrence, I noticed (while counting all the fic pairings) that I didn’t have a Seokjin fic. In 2023, I really want to be more conscious of the members I am writing for.

I was mostly focusing on AFBTTYA and other fics/stories were less mindfully focused on. It happens.

Though mentally, I think that I often lean more towards writing POVs from specific members, I do see more of a lean towards the reader! Quite interesting!

Reader POVs are still my default so I think I notice when I do other POVs (with reader inserts).

 ~SPECIFICS~ 

Best and Worst Title? 

Best: Let You Fly

 Worst: Defrosting Ivy

 Best and Worst first line?

 Best: “The sweet fragrance of the flower shop filled Jimin’s nostrils as he worked away on a bouquet order.” (Let You Fly)

 Worst: “You looked down at the sheet of paper, the first of many...” (Listen and Learn)

 Best and Worst ending line? 

Best: “Everyone felt like a family. A Home. And as the night became day, you started to understand the truth.” (Buried Truths) 

This was actually a modified prompt from a prompt generatior that told me to end with something along the lines of “As the run rose, he understood the truth.” 

 Worst: “Now the real fun began.” (Hands, Hands, and More Hands)

 ~GENERAL QUESTIONS~ 

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than, or about what was expected? 

Oh my I wrote so much! So much! I am in awe!

Any reasons why? 

I had anticipated and planned to only write a little. All I really kept focus on was finishing AFBTTYA and anything else was a happy biproduct. 

What pairing/genre/fandom/trope did you write that you would never have predicted last year? 

OpEds!

How was it? 

I enjoyed it a lot! One was a hit and the other wasn’t but I intend to keep writing them! They are going to be something I do every once in a while and I am excited to have these convos!

 What’s your favorite story this year? 

Let You Fly! I enjoyed it soooooooooooo much!

Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest. Why? 

Buried Truths! With an ace reader, a supernatural plot, some side plots, and a fun mxm pairing! It was so fun!

Highkey, that dynamic started as a critique of people who don’t like MxM. Common critiques I see for MxM are that it is forcing sexuality or a ship on the members... that it is disrespectful to imagine two members together. So in this story, having the reader be a wing person with no romantic pairing was a sort of to show how MxM, like MxR, is set in a world of disbelief. MxM isn’t saying that this pairing is real or that we want it to happen, it is simply a story. Also I really wanted to have more ace representation in fics so it was fun to make the reader ace and have a plot around that. 

Okay, your readers' most popular story? 

A Story From a Different Time

Story most underappreciated by the universe? 

Buried Truths. Hands down. 

Why? 

It’s MxM, there is a reader but no pairing, it’s a supernatural au, it’s Got7. There are many reasons I think it didn’t get a lot of notes.

Story that could have been better? 

Listen and Learn

Why? 

I wrote it sort of last minute. I realized I hadn’t done something for Seokjin and wanted to. So it kinda just... was quickly put together! I think it could’ve been fun to expand on more.  

Sexiest story? 

Stares in ace. 

My most acesexy story is Defrosting Ivy. Through out the past two years, I’ve been collecting quotes and ideas from different shows, books, podcasts, and conversations and pulling them together to try to come up with a story. I have so many fun, exciting, and tourturesome ideas at hand for that story. I can’t wait. 

Saddest story? 

Let You Fly 

What a great angsty story! I love it!

Fluffiest story?

Heated Blanket or A Story From a Different Time!

Most fun story (in content)?

A Story From a Different Time!

This story actually was intended to come out last year but due to my health issues and low inspiration, I put it on the backburner. 

That being said, it was inspired by an inside joke with @taegularities​, @voiceswithoutlips​, @heejinnien​, and @biaswreckme​. Rid is a grandma. We’d call her that all the time! So the fic was really quite a play off of that! And as I kept writing and expanding on it, I was able to put a lot more little inside comments and moments that I enjoyed adding!

Hardest story to write? 

A Fae’s Brew to Take You Away.

Not to get sentimental, but I started this story my freshman year of college. I am now a senior. It’s been with me through countless struggles and been waiting patiently while I did other stuff. I let it collect dust and when I got back to it, while I did finish writing it (and now need to edit it), it was a STRUGGLE. I lacked inspiration half the time.  

Easiest/most fun story to write? 

Defrosting Ivy and Let You Fly

What story took the longest? 

A Fae’s Brew to Take You Away. I started it 2019.

Did you take any writing risks this year? 

What did you learn from them?

What was your most productive days/day of the week/month, etc in terms of writing?

November and December! I went from writing 1-3k at the beginning of this year to writing 16-20k in November and December! It’s been a slow workup but I am so happy with all I’ve managed!

Name one thing you improved on this year in relation to writing. Either an actual technical writing thing, or even a mental approach to writing change. 

My relationship with writing. In addition to my physical inability to write as much at the beginning of the year, I had a mental block. I wouldn’t say burn out but I was darn close. I entered this year so unhappy with my writing and with work and time, I’ve really worked on healing that relationship!

Name one thing you'd like to improve on in the future? 

Writing consistently while maintaining my healthy relationship. I want to make a habit of having a consistent writing pattern without feeling like I am losing control of all that I’ve done to help my mental health with writing. While this month and last I wrote so much, I struggled with it as well. I felt like I was losing control almost and had days where I had to not write because I was starting to have toxic thoughts around my writing again. I want to keep a positive relationship with my writing. 

Why, and how do you think you could do it? 

I will try to carve out time each day to write. It will vary depending on my schedule which fluxuates with school and work but I will plan and give myself space to write. 

I want to try to do weekly check-ins with my writing to see how I am feeling and what my goals are. 

I really want to follow my inspiration

What are your fic writing goals for next year? 

Continuing my goals from this year, I want to finish more of my WIPs. The one’s I am thinking of working on (in no particular order) are:

AFBTTYA (editing)

Golden Ramyeon (writing and editing)

Defrosting Ivy (writing and editing)

At least one got7 wip of mine (writing and editing)

Life on Pause (writing and editing)

Take part in a project and a collab

Read more fanfic and improve my reviews

I intend to try to hold myself to this by posting bi-monthly collections of all that I’ve read with reviews and information!

Continue healing my relationship with my writing

How? I don’t quite know ripppp

 And finally, fics that you wrote in 2021:

I am not linking these but here is the list from my sheets

AFBTTYA 10

Heated Blanket

Happy Together Ficlet

AFBTTYA 11

Hands, Hands, and More Hands

AFBTTYA 12

Let You Fly

AFBTTYA 13

AFBTTYA 14

Buried Truths 1

Buried Truths 2

AFBTTYA 15

A Story from a Different Time

Buried Truths 3

Listen and Learn

Shut Up and Kiss Me

Defrosting Ivy

[marshmallow-phd]

Stay Hidden, Stay Aware

Pairing: Jinyoung x Reader

Genre: Magic!AU, Urban Fantasy

Request: Anon: Hi! For your drabbles, can I request any type of magic au with Jinyoung from GOT7? Just for some Halloween fun :)

A/N: Its not Halloween anymore, but this magic au was a lot of fun to write! I might even continue this in the future if you all like it! 

**

You tapped the tip of your finger against the side of the lukewarm glass of soda. Each contact flared a surge of cold through the cup to try and give the liquid new life. Tiny frost flakes appeared and disappeared like they were playing peek-a-boo. It was a small enough piece of magic to not worry about getting caught. From the hood pulled over your head to the way you were leaning back in the metal chair outside of the café, you felt you were safe, that your face was obscured. 

The average people around you blissfully went on with their lunch. They smiled and chatted and scrolled through their phones without a clue of the war happening in their shadows. 

There is no origin for humans like you. No one knows when magic entered the ancestors’ veins. But they do know when the rest turned on the magical. And for the past few hundred years, your kind has been hiding and running and fighting for the right to live. 

Because of the Puro. 

Taking their name from the Latin word to cleanse or purify, the organization made that their sole mission, their sole reason for existing. They were determined to cleanse the Earth of magic. Funny how they had yet to succeed in that. But you weren’t too keen on dying so you kept your head down. No big magic, no attention seeking. Stay unseen, stay aware. A near flawless formula. 

As a deep sigh left your lips, you decided it was time to move. Lingering brought attention. The plate in front of you was empty and the soda was flat. So, after throwing down a few bills, you stood, cringing at the loud, high pitch scrape of the legs against the concrete. Hands in your pockets, you walked down the street, away from the cafe and the traces of your existence. 

You had no destination in mind. Only to keep moving. 

A block up and across the road, a teenager refused to pay attention. Their eyes were glued to their phone which naturally meant that they barely glanced at the flashing crosswalk hand. Barely four steps into the street, the flashing hand became solid and a speeding car headed towards the newly green traffic light. You gritted your teeth and summoned a powerful enough wind that when you waved your hand, the teenager was pushed back, landing on their butt on the hard sidewalk. But they were out of harm’s way. And the vehicle rolled on through the intersection, completely unaware of the accident narrowly avoided. Hunching down, you continued on. 

Acting out like that was dangerous. It brought attention and curiosity. But damn it, you couldn’t let someone get hurt - or even killed - when you could stop it. 

Stupid moral compass. 

While your thoughts were scolding your actions, a hand reached out and pulled you into the shadowy alleyway. Your head collided with the brick wall, sending your mind into a dizzying spin. Both arms were pinned by your side. No magic to get you out of this. 

The idiot who thought he could take you stared you down. 

“It's not smart to do that out in the open.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. Your eyes were wide as you tried to play it off. “Do what?”

He smirked. “Really going to play that game?” His hickory brown eyes flickered towards the street. “Lucky teen to get knocked down by nothing before the car could hit.”

Not so lucky idiot. 

When his eyes left yours, his grip slackened. Snapping your wrist up, you broke free and hit his chest, your palm sending frost across his shirt. The attack took him by surprise. It was enough for you to take off down the alleyway to safety. The hood slipped from your head, but you couldn’t risk the distraction of putting it back. 

Dodging dumpsters and decaying crates, you ran for your life. The Puro had found you. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

The Puro was right on your heels. With the mere seconds you could spare, you turned and sent debris flying, aiming for his face. The agility of this guy was insane. He was able to jump out of the way before the garbage could knock him over. During one of your throws, a pipe leaning against the wall rattled and fell unnaturally into your path. Your foot caught the rounded edge and you slipped. 

The Puro lept at the opportunity, grabbing your arm and slamming you against the wall. You fought and kicked to try and get loose again, but he’d learned. Sweat dripped down the side of his face; his breath hurried and shallow. He leaned in and spoke in a low voice. 

“Stop fighting.” He gritted his teeth and adjusted his grip. “I’m not Puro. I’m one of you.”

The fight in you paused at that. But it could be a trick. “Prove it.”

He sighed. “I’m going to let your left hand go, okay? But please don’t hit me again.” A second ticked and you nodded. Like he promised, he released your left wrist. You waited for the blow, for the knife to slice through your stomach. It never came. 

Instead, he raised his hand to your eye level, clicked his fingers, and sparked a flame, blue and brilliant. 

Relief helped every one of your muscles relax. You weren’t going to die. Yet. Feeling your fight leave, he let go of your other wrist. It was a rarity to meet another person like yourself. All of you tended to isolate. Numbers gave way to notice. 

Extinguishing the flame, he stepped back and smiled. “I’m Jinyoung.” He held out his hand. 

You took it with a straight face, his fingers now cool to the touch. “(Y/n).” You dropped his hand and folded your arms. “You know, most of us try to avoid each other, not chase them down in broad daylight.”

“Yeah, you’re right, most do. At least, they used to.”

That comment made you frown. “Used to?”

“That’s why I was trying to talk to you.”

“Hell of a way to do it,” you snapped. He wasn’t fazed. 

“Can’t be too careful.” Lowering his voice, he went on, ��We’re gathering.”

You looked at him up and down, taking in his less than impressive stature. Still, he was handsome. The kind that got you into trouble. “Thanks, but I’m not interested in any magical convention to talk about our near death experiences with the Puro.”

Hoping that would be the end of it, you started to walk away. But Jinyoung caught your arm after half a step. 

“We’re trying to end this war for good.”

You still wanted to leave. However, you decided to hear him out. For a few more seconds, at least. 

“I’ve been watching you - it's not that creepy,” he jumped in when you opened your mouth. “I just needed to know where you stood.” The corner of his lip lifted. “You help people. You use your gift for good. People like us deserve to live. But we have to fight for it. Are you willing to do that?”

It was enticing. How could it not be? The idea of no longer running felt like a dream. One that you once thought impossible, always out of reach. 

But your instincts since you were born were always to run. Could you change that easily?

Before you could answer, two silhouettes appeared at the end of the alley. Familiar sticks that sparked and spat out blue flickers of electricity sat threateningly in their hands. 

“Time to run.”

Jinyoung took your hand as he waved his other through the air. Behind you, a portal opened up, stealing a gasp from your lips. Only the fully trained were able to summon a portal this steady. Jinyoung gave you no chance to take in. He yanked you through just as the Puro pounced. 

The portal closed, leaving you safe. 

“Where are we?” you demanded, though you refused to let go of his hand. 

He smiled at you fully as he said, “Our safe haven.”

[bearseokie]

Fretful | bb

genre: horror, comedy, supernatural! au, romance pairing: beetlejuice! bambam x human! gender-neutral! reader word count: 1.8k [warnings]: mentions of insects, snakes, ghosts/spirits, magic, one curse summary: It’s going to take the worst of the worst to rid your home of some unwanted house guests, but allowing in a professional that’s more gags than ghoul - and becoming charmed by him - definitely wasn’t on your agenda.

got7 m.list | navi.

You spent nights lying wide awake too scared to even close one eye. The crashes and cackles all around frightened you to your bones, shivering beneath the covers. Things would shatter, your belongings tossed about carelessly, sounds you would only hear in horror movies echoing through the building. The spirits terrorizing your home even went as far as tampering with you, pulling on your ankles and yanking at your hair. The moment sharp nails met your skin, you called out for mercy.

It was only when a flyer was anonymously placed on your car’s windshield that help would truly arrive. The pamphlet printed with a backwards name on it slowly opening in your hands to reveal part of the truth behind the supernatural. Decorated with minimalistic details, a simple description read inside.

“Drain a little more clogged than usual by hair that’s not yours? Sounds you have never heard before coming from your basement shaking you awake at night? Is your home full of pesky ghosts you want gone? With a trio-ed call of the name you can’t read, all of your worst nightmares will disappear.”

The flyer held a picture of a man inside, his matted hair the color of moss and face as flawless as it was disturbing. The professional-looking flyer sat on your kitchen counter, soon becoming an extra weapon used against you when it went flying at your head. Turning to meet empty air, you rubbed at your temple full of frustration. With the pamphlet cover side up, your eyes gazed over the title once again, the name now recognizable. It was read by your conscience, but not said out loud.

Lips moving to form the first syllable of the name, your feet were swept out from under you, your body jolted against the open kitchen wall. Detained against the smooth drywall at your back, your eyes shut from fear, long fingers holding at your arms. This was your final straw.

“BamBam. BamBam. BamBam.”

A crack of thunder sounded from outside, the entire house falling dark and silent as the spirit released you from its hold. Vanishing from your senses, the oxygen refilled your lungs with a deep breath, the scent of death suddenly filling your nose as you slid back to the ground.

Thudding signaled from your fridge, the appliance shaking rapidly before the door swung open. A thick cloud of smoke filled the room, your eyes burned as the scent grew stronger. A man emerged from the small space, stretching out his arms with a deep inhale and peered around the room. Tethered clothing on his body, he looked fresh out of a grave, dark eyes finding your own in the gloomy kitchen.

“I haven’t heard my name called in so long. I almost forgot it’s my own!” he chimed, teeth white but covered with a layer of bugs. Sticking his index finger with his mouth, he hummed at your shocked expression, flicking out the insects as they fell onto the floor and scampered away. “Sorry about that. You might need an exterminator of pests next. But for now, you’ve got me!”

He cheered alone, tossing his hands into the air and flailing them around in celebration. His hands clamped down on your arms, pulling you into a tight hug. You stood idle as he reared back, a confused expression on his face.

“Can’t expect everyone to react the same.” He said to himself, nodding before he let you go and pushed back from you.

Turning his body, he bent down into the fridge, rummaging around as he pulled out strange drinks you didn’t have stocked along with a number of other items you would never keep in a refrigerator. A loud squeaky toy for a dog was tossed by your head, his hand finding something that made him jump as a snake slithered past your feet and disappeared within an open cabinet. In a matter of seconds, he was lifting out a large bag. Placing it beside the fridge, he slammed the door shut, mumbling to himself about what was inside of the large carrier.

“Rope? No, not rope. Maybe some sage? Oh, I can’t touch that. How about uh-“ he stuttered, looking up at your silent form wearing an unreadable expression. “Oh, you look scared.”

He stood from the bag, dropping the old rope within his palm and letting it coil back into the carrier. With a light laugh, he stuck out his hand to take yours, shaking your entire body with his greeting. “I’m BamBam: professional ghoul ridder-er-er. Yeah.” The man was quite awkward, his stance loose with his knees bent as he nodded to himself again and carried on with the bag at his feet.

“I take it you’ve been dealing with these ghosts long enough to know one when you see one, right?” His smile was almost charming, skinny legs standing his body up straight again. Awaiting your answer, his arms moved around his back, hands clasping together as he rocked on his toes.

“Y-Yes.” You finally stuttered out, finding your voice in the mix of the chaos.

“You do speak!” He nearly yodeled, bouncing in his shoes. Wearing a wide grin, he tugged out a long plank of wood from the mysterious bag. Pulling it up into the air inch by inch, it almost hit your ceiling before he tilted it horizontally and angled it out.

“What’s that for?” you asked lightly, watching his face light up.

“This? Oh, this is just for me to make the ceiling sturdier when I go to scare off the ghosts. And for this.” He spun on his heels, the long piece of wood whacking into an unseen person as they cried out, clamoring on the floor. “Got one!”

A shadow figure came into view, their hand raised to their head caressing the spot BamBam hit against without warning. The green-haired man cackled similar to how the spirits do at night, tilting the wood before he rammed it into the spirits head again, knocking them out cold on the floor.

“Silly bastards don’t know who’s coming for them!” he grinned at you, leaning back to meet your full gaze with a wicked look on his face. “A-ha! You made the right call here, darling.”

You wanted to redact saying his name three times, the cryptic yet entertaining man more than you requested. He leaped around your home looking at the ceiling before he said something you couldn’t make out. Turning the plank back vertical he slid it between your flooring and the beam through the middle of your ceiling. He applauded himself at the work, your concerned expression halting him in his tracks.

“Now - you see, things are about to get a little messy. And while I’m responsible, I’m not taking any lawsuits.” His voice turned slightly serious, his hand pressing against your back as he guided you under the beam and next to the sturdy plank. “Therefore-” He grinned widely at his own voice, watching your eyes glisten with curiosity. “I won’t be held liable for this.”

The kick of the board brought the ceiling to nearly collapse, holes breaking through the wooden beams sending insulation down with more of the dark shadow figures. Almost on cue, BamBam’s arms rose into the air, his tongue slithering from between his lips like a snake as his foot slammed against the floor. Boards breaking under your eyes, the ground seemed to open up in spots similar to the holes within the ceiling, each shadow figure looking at one another before they plummeted down into the deep abyss. BamBam’s hands balled into fists, swaying the clenched palms like he was conducting a symphony. The holes in the floor broke with fire, sealing with pitiful cries of those that had fallen until the home was laced with only silence and the thick panting of the ghost investigator to your side.

“Only room for one ghost here! Not so bad, you see?” He smiled. “How do you prefer payments? Once a year until you're dead, or a quick pull of your heart out now?” Question eerie, the man read your face as worried, laughing with his tongue protruding out - but now normal - as he choked on his own cackle and shook his head. “Jokes! They’re just jokes. For you, maybe a sweet peck on the cheek as a deposit?”

You rocked on your heels, staring at the man with bulged eyes in wonder and fear mixed together. His head jutted from his neck, cheek wide and clean as he awaited his kiss. You were between being in debt to the ghost for the rest of your life, or just a quick kiss? What could truly be worse?

Your lips perked, pressing the smooth skin to his roughly textured face. The breath from his chest released, his body rising into the air as a content and loving look loomed over his face. The expression bright and humane, small hearts floated around his head before popping one by one. Your heart sputtered at the bizarre man, internally questioning how someone so different could be so charming at the same time. His feet lowered back to the ground, a look of sadness behind his irises as he blinked down at your cold hands.

“Well, I suppose I’m off then. Don’t you worry about those pesky spirits any more. And I’m always three words away!” he grinned, laughing at himself for his reference. The last of his pearled smiles taking your view, he backed towards the closed fridge, slowly taking his leave.

Opening the door of your refrigerator, the steam from within released into the room, the temperature hot compared to the cold smoke that would naturally depart from the appliance. BamBam’s smile saddened, your voice caught his ears just as he bent down to retreat back from where he came from, a new look of elation in his eyes from your soft voice.

“Maybe come back again, but sooner?” you asked, his cheeks becoming rosy from the light tone in your voice. “You seem to always be alone-” Mention of his caprice seity intrigued you, watching the corner of his lips rise into a gentle smile at your attentiveness. “-but maybe I can be some sort of company every once in a while?”

His eyes were bright compared to his scary aura, the color of his skin grew flush at your words. He seemed more excited about speaking to you than he did taking care of your ghosts, the tame grip of his hands around the handle of the fridge releasing as he bent down again to step inside. His voice called back to you, muffled by the strange void as he finally left you. “I’d quite like that! If you enjoy another little haunting from time to time!”

[whipped-for-kpop-fics]

Forgotten Memories. 8

You never wanted new flatmates but yet here you are, sharing an apartment with Jeon Jungkook and Kim Yugyeom. 

Maybe landlord Taehyung had a reason for letting Jungkook and Yugyeom move into your apartment. You only hoped that they didn't mind living with a ghost.

Jungkook  roommate au ft BTS & Got7

Warnings; Supernatural stuff. Sad stuff. Ghost Y/N. Ghost Namjoon. Mentions of suicide. Mentions of death. Swearing. Harmful things.

Forgotten Memories Masterlist  

Trigger warnings- violence. death.

7:49am the following morning, Jungkook looked over at you. You were staring up at the building in front of you both. He didn't say a word but you still looked at him and nodded. He offered a small smile before you both climbed out from his car.

"Are you okay?" His words were soft. You gave him a look and laughed. "What?"

"I'm dead, Jungkook." His features read unimpressed and you sighed, following him into the employees only entrance. "I'm...nervous...excited...about to throw up, I dunno." You confessed.

"Can ghosts even throw up?" He snorted and you fell still for a second, realising the thought never occurred to you before skipping over your missed step to catch up with his long strides. "CEO doesn't get in until 10." He informed quietly as you two neared the doors leading to the lobby. "The motion sensors have been turned off so you have plenty of undisturbed time to snoop."

"I looked almost everywhere last time, I should be done in an hour at the most." You stated. Jungkook stopped by the doors and turned to face you. He gave an encouraging smile then left you in the hallway alone to attend his post at the front desk.

Not wanting to waste time, you followed the route you easily knew and found yourself stood outside the office of Cho Daejun. A moment of uncertainty washed throughout your body. What if your suspicions are wrong and you've been wasting your time? What if really, Cho Daejun was just a filthy pervert and nothing more? What if you never find out who truly ended your life before you could really start it?

You didn't allow the doubts to settle and shook out your limbs to shake off the icy hand clasping tighter around your heart.

You took a deep inhale and stepped over the threshold. Your legs lead you over to the desk to pick up where you were forced to leave off days ago.

Over an hour later, you had searched every single shelf and skim read every document, you would've even attempted to hack the computer if there even was one. That alone seemed suspect to you as you were pretty certain that during your last break-in visit there was a monitor and keyboard on the desk. You could understand a laptop leaving or one part of the computer for repairs but the whole system vanishing left a whirlwind in your mind.

There wasn't a single drawer left unturned but you found nothing of interest, nothing connecting Cho Daejun to either Namjoon or yourself.

A groan of defeat left your throat as you flopped down onto the floor, not knowing what to do with yourself. You had hit a dead end in your search and hadn't the faintest idea where to go next. You had been so certain that the CEO was responsible for your murder that you hadn't even entertained the idea of what step to take if you could find no evidence to back up your accusations.

Jungkook had grown nervous once the one hour mark hit. He had believed your estimated time of return a little too wholeheartedly. He had a lot of faith in you considering you were the ghost of a girl whom he never knew in life. Adding the fact you had forgotten all memories of your life, anyone would've told Jungkook not to trust you so easily. Then again, that would mean Jungkook would actually have to inform someone of the fact he was playing sidekick to the ghost of the home he resided in.

Half an hour left until CEO Cho Daejun was due to arrive and Jungkook couldn't sit around tapping his foot any longer. Without even snatching up his walkie-talkie from the desk, he made his way up to the office. When he arrived, it was dead silent, not even the rustle of paper beyond the locked door. He was less concerned finding the door still locked, at least no-one had found you but it certainly didn't mean no-one ever would.

Quickly, he unlocked the door and peeked inside. "Y/N?" He heard you grunt back so he slipped into the office, looking around for you. He found you on the other side of the desk, staring up at the ceiling blankly. "What're you doing?!" He hissed. "You can't just lay there!" He made a move to grab you but remembered the feeling that spread through his body the last, and only, time you had touched him and pulled his hands back rather rapidly.

"There's nothing." You muttered. "Not a single piece of evidence linking him to either of us. I was so certain he was the culprit, Jungkook." You looked at him and for the first time since he had met you, he saw you for what you were, the lifeless remnants of a human destined for nothing more than what you had previously achieved in your two decades of breathing.

"Oh." Cautiously, he crouched down beside you, keeping his ears perked in case Daejun arrived early for once. "What do we do now?"

"I don't know." You confessed, hopelessness smothering your features as your attention returned skywards.

Jungkook wanted to comfort you, he wanted to tell you that together you'd figure something out, that he'd carry your ring in his pocket for the rest of his life if that was what it took to solve the mystery of your death but, he was too caught up on the hands of the clock.

"I need to get back to my station." He announced, getting up. He gave you one last sympathetic look before leaving you, making sure to lock the door behind him.

Minutes passed before you moved. You turned your head to the clock to find there wasn't much time left before the occupant of the office would arrive. You weren't at all concerned he would see you upon arrival, that wasn't what spurred you to finally move. It was simply the fact you didn't want to be in the vicinity of the prick.

With a heavy sigh, you rolled onto your side and reached up your left arm to grasp the edge of the desk ready to pull yourself up but, something caught your eye. Something was tucked under the desk. You dropped your arm back down and shuffled closer to eye the object. Due to the lack of lighting though, you couldn't make out the shape so you opted for sliding your hand underneath, doing your best to ignore the dust buildup, until your fingers touched the object. It was smooth and folded under your touch. It felt like paper. Your pulse quickened for reasons you couldn't understand until you had the object in your hands and were sat up. A brown envelope with a protruding section. It wasn't sealed, just tucked in so you opened it and emptied the contents onto the floor in front of you.  A disc in a protective sleeve and a single earring. Instinctively, you reached up to touch your earlobe. The earring in your ear felt similar to the one on the floor. You moved your hand to touch your other earring but, there wasn't one, just an empty hole. You reached down to pick up the item. As soon as it was in your grasp, your mind turned with a memory. The day you bought the earrings. Jackson was by your side, helping you choose them out. They were silver and blue, to match Namjoon's watch that you had just picked up from that same store for repair.

Your fingers fumbled with the disc, taking it from the sleeve to turn it over. There was just a date on it. The day before you died.

There wasn't a doubt in your entire body that this was the evidence you were looking for, the reason you put the ring in Jungkook's pocket. Your subconscious knew where you needed to be but it only just learned out why.

Quickly, you put the items back into the envelope and made your way to the door where you abruptly stopped. There wasn't a way for you to get the envelope to the other side. The door was a perfect fit meaning no gaps around to fit anything underneath. You certainly didn't know how to pick a lock. But even if you could get the items to the other side, you couldn't smuggle them from the building. Sure, you could go easily unnoticed but a floating envelope, on the other hand, that would probably make a few people suspicious. You had to think of another way.

It took everything in Jungkook not to react to your wide, frantic eyes rapidly approaching him as you sprinted from the stairs to his desk.

"He's involved, I have proof." You announced, leaning on the desk facing him. Due to the throngs of staff members and visitors in the lobby, he barely responded. A subtle nod that you had to squint to see signalled he heard you. "I can't get it out of the room, I need your help, Jungkook." He didn't respond at all that time. His eyes trailed to the monitors showing live camera footage. He leant forward and grabbed the mouse to click through, looking for a particular station. Upon finding it was still broken, he stood up and casually headed to the stairs.

"There's no cameras in the stairwells." He announced once he started climbing, your steps quick to follow him. "The camera between your office and his is still broken."

"How long has it been broken?" You mumbled.

"About three weeks."

"About when I died." He looked at you with widened eyes.

Suddenly, Jungkook's steps grew more urgent.

***

Taehyung didn't question why you barged into his apartment and opened the door to let Jungkook in behind you.

"You're back early," Taehyung commented, smiling warmly at Jungkook. "It's not even 11 yet so you can't be back for lunch."

"This is important," Jungkook announced, pulling the envelope from the large pocket inside his jacket. Taehyung's eyebrows lifted and he settled on the couch seeing you had already started up the DVD player. Jungkook handed you the disc and stood by the arm of the couch. It was the first time he had been in Taehyung's apartment and felt bad enough that he wasn't even invited in by the owner himself but he also knew whatever was on the disc was important. "Where's Joon?" You asked, glancing at Taehyung before turning your attention to the remote as you perched beside Taehyung on the couch.

"Here," Namjoon spoke walking into the apartment. "I was with Jackson at work but I got a feeling to come here." He settled down beside you. "You found something?" It was more of a whispered statement than a question but you nodded in confirmation.

You pressed play and the video started.

"It's security footage." Jungkook realised instantly. "This is the hallway between your office and the CEO's."

The time stamp read 20:45. You all watched as you walked from your office to the end of the hall, files in your arms. No-one said a word and nothing happened on screen until the clock read 21:27.

Cho Daejun exited his office and walked to yours which he entered quickly. The light turned off and he exited, your bag and jacket in his arms. He returned to his own office and everything grew still for a while longer. At precisely 10pm, he re-emerged your unconscious body in his arms.

Namjoon reached out to hold your hand tightly at the sight of blood obviously trailing from a fresh wound on your head.

"He did it..." Jungkook spoke, his voice barely audible with shock. "He really killed you."

"No...look...my chest is moving." You noted. "I was still alive here."

"I don't think he was taking you to the hospital, babe." Namjoon said, his voice weak with pain, seeing you in that state, so weak and vulnerable.

A hooded figure appeared on the screen. Daejun spoke to the person who didn't seem to react much to the unconscious woman in the CEO's arms. It was as if he expected to happen upon such a scene. The figure stepped aside giving the camera glimpse of his face but it was mostly shadowed, letting Daejun pass and walk down the hallway to the stairwell. Suddenly, the man looked up at the camera, his expression angry. He stormed forward to approach the device and then the screen went blank.

"What-?" Jungkook started to speak but cut off when the picture picked back up but it didn't show the hallway anymore, it was a black and white view of the carpark behind the building.

Daejun was still carrying your body and had just exited the building. Another figure appeared on screen seemingly from nowhere. It was Namjoon.

"I-I was picking you up from a late shift..." Namjoon muttered, the memory returning. His free hand reached up to cover his mouth as tears gathered in his eyes. "I remember...I remember this...this...I tried to save you..." You looked at him and your heart broke. The pain Namjoon was suffering was obvious, it was the easiest he had ever been to read. Even someone that didn't know him could read his feelings then. Jungkook could even tell how broken Namjoon suddenly was, his shadow gave off such a dark, heart-wrenching aura that turned Jungkook's stomach.

"That's him, isn't it?" He asked. "That's your boyfriend, Namjoon." You looked up at your new friend and nodded seeing he was pointing at the screen.

Your attention returned to the video.

Immediately, Namjoon's smile dropped. The flowers in his hands fell to the ground and he ran forward to take your body from Daejun. Of course, the CEO was having none of that. He pounced forward and attacked Namjoon. Namjoon was put off balance and toppled over but he still managed to turn your bodies so he hit the ground first and you landed on top of him. Namjoon carefully moved you from him and moved forward to push Daejun away when he made a move to grab you again. That was where he really lost it and started to violently assault Namjoon. All Namjoon could do was protect your body with his own, unable to fight back.

"I don't think you should watch this, Y/N." Taehyung spoke, his tone serious. He knew what was coming, you all did, it didn't take a genius to realise that this was where Namjoon's life ended. You gripped your boyfriend's hand tight but couldn't remove your eyes from the screen even if you could only just make sense on the scene through the tears that clouded your vision.

The hooded man ran into view, tossing down the items in your hands. Your jacket and bag, he must've gone to the CEO's office to retrieve them. There was no doubt he was in on it then. Namjoon struggled to fight off both men but he was weak and could only look longingly at your unconscious figure sprawled on the gravel as the hooded man gripped his arms, holding them behind his back. A flash of light hit the camera lens, blinding it for a second. When the picture returned to normal, Daejun was directly in front of Namjoon, so close that it was clear what he was doing before any visual was given. When Daejun moved back after what looked like some harsh words spat at Namjoon, a blade came into view, covered in blood. A few quick thrusts forward from Daejun to Namjoon's stomach before the hooded man let him drop to his knees. Namjoon fell to his side, one arm wrapped around his stomach to try and stem the bleeding but it was clear no amount of pressure would save him. Despite his state, Namjoon still tried to return to you. He never made it. Daejun and the hooded man stared down at Namjoon's lifeless body.

No-one in the room said a word. No-one thought they were able to even utter a syllable, too shocked at what they just saw.

Jungkook felt sick to his stomach. He wanted to run away and turn his back on the video. He wanted to pretend he never saw it. He wanted to pretend he never met you. He wanted to wipe the past week from his mind but he couldn't. It was real and he couldn't change it. All he could do was run over to the kitchen sink where he emptied the contents of his stomach.

Taehyung felt almost as sick as Jungkook but he had time to mentally prepare for a murder scene. He never quite realised he'd see it play out but he managed to push down his churning stomach contents to get up and approach Jungkook to rub a soothing hand over the younger male's back.

Neither you nor Namjoon could move, your eyes glued to the screen still.

The hooded man got to work work, literally slapping Daejun back to reality before barking orders that the audioless recording couldn't relay. He walked over to the nearest car and opened the boot. Together, the two men picked up Namjoon's body to throw him carelessly into the small space, not caring that they had to fold him up. Daejun wiped his hands off on Namjoon's jacket before rushing to your body. He picked you up carefully and left view. The video showed the hooded man cleaning up the scene. By the time he was done, there wasn't a single spot of blood left. He was clearly a professional. He threw everything on top of Namjoon's body before slamming the boot and leaving view. The car drove off and the picture cut out.

Taehyung had managed to calm Jungkook down enough to stop the younger throwing up and instead sip some cold water.

"What're we going to do, hyung?" Jungkook asked and he sounded so childlike and innocent that Taehyung's frown deepened. "We can't just keep this to ourselves."

"We can't say a ghost found it, no-one will believe us," Taehyung replied.

"I'll say I did. I was doing rounds and saw the earring on the floor so I bent down to pick it up and found the disc and envelope too." Taehyung eyed Jungkook for a moment, before nodding.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Jungkook nodded in agreement and put down the glass. The pair walked over and gathered up the evidence.

"What're you doing?" You asked, watching them move around.

"We're going to the police," Taehyung informed. "They can't sit back and do nothing once they watch this."

"I'll keep bugging them until they find out what happened to you too, Y/N." Jungkook informed and you believed him, with everything you had.

***

It was early hours of the next morning when the door to Taehyung's apartment opened. You and Namjoon both jumped up from the spaces on the couch that you still occupied.

Namjoon had tried getting you to go with Jungkook, to see firsthand everything that happened but, you didn't want to leave him alone after he had witnessed his own murder.

Taehyung walked in and held the door open for Jungkook who looked torn. On one hand, he looked overjoyed but on the other, he looked heartbroken. Taehyung had the same expression on his features.

"He confessed," Jungkook announced, unable to face your desperate, pleading expression longer than necessary.

"W-what?" You stammered.

"The police arrested him straight away once they watched the video. For kidnapping, Namjoon's murder and suspected murder of you too, Y/N." Taehyung stated. "And the CEO couldn't handle the pressure. They barely said a word to him in the interview room and he confessed."

"Confessed to what exactly?" Namjoon pushed.

"Everything, he confessed to everything."

[kookie-vith-suga]

Renegades #13

Word count: 2298

Warnings: A little angst

Author’s note: Sorry for being so busy but I am really trying...

First tell me how adorable he looks in that gif!! OMG ♥♥

Also super special thanks to @solvej for requesting this and I hope you can forgive me that it took me so long ♥♥ This hopefully is to your liking ;)

Please enjoy and have a nice and safe day/night ♥

–> Masterlist <–

Kid

!! Requests are closed !!

Request: Can I ask for a supernatural 3, 9, 12 With Jackson (got7)  Please?  If yes, thanks. 😊            

3: “I could take care of you so much better than him, don’t forget, I was an angel once too”

9: “Oh please.. Don’t pull your tragic immortal bullshit on me”

12: “Be mine.. And I’ll do anything for you”

“Jaebum”, you shook him lightly to wake him up. Currently his back was facing you and he was murmuring something incomprehensible while flailing.

That was how he had woken you up from a very strange dream. You had been walking a seemingly endless street with no one in sight. It was pitch black to your right and left only a street light ever five meters was lighting your way. You just started to question the purpose of your actions when a hand creeped around your waist out of nowhere and you were pulled into the darkness of an alley.

You felt yourself getting pressed against a cold wall and a hot breath tingling on your skin.

“Nice to meet you”, a hoarse voice remarked, “I’m Jackson and you are fucking hot.” His hands started roaming over your body. His touch felt real. You never had such vivid dreams.

You giggled uneasily. “Thank you but-”

“Less talking, more fun”, he hushed you up. A second later his lips found that sweet spot on your neck and you could not help but let out a small moan.

“More”, you breathed out.

You felt him smirking against your skin.

“As you wish princess.” He sang his teeth into your soft skin and a burning sensation ran through your body.

“Jaebum”, you repeated and forced him to lie on his back. You jerked out of shock. The man lying there was not. Another man who’s face you have not seen before.

Suddenly his eyes shot open and he stared at you. “Hello princess”, a smirk curled his lips upwards, “You are even more beautiful in real life. He does have a good taste. I’ll give him that.”

“W-w-what are you doing here? Where is Jaebum?!”,you stuttered.

“Ahh why are you asking for him when we are together now. Have your parents never told you that these things are rude”, he whined and in a swift move he had slung his arms around your hips and pulled you on his lap.

“Hey don’t touch me!”, you struggled to free yourself from his touch. “I demand to know who you are?!”

“Wow so bossy. You exactly know how to turn me on.” He sat up and his lips started ghosting over your shoulders. His hot breath against your exposed skin let you shiver involuntarily. But he did not touch you.

“This is not funny.” You pushed against his chest. “I will call the police if you don’t tell me what you did to my boyfriend!”

He pulled back so much he could look at you. “All these questions really? Aish what a pain in the ass.” He scratched the back of his head when suddenly his face lit up “I answer yours, if you will answer mine first.”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest to show confidence but also to cover yourself a bit more since you were only in a thin negligee. You nodded and immediately a great smirk formed on his lips. That look alone made you feel uneasy but you tried to not show it. “Should we continued where we stopped in your dream?”

His lips then crashed onto yours and his hands tangled into your hair. Too startled to protest you let him kiss you. You had to admit that it was really not a normal kiss. “Some next level shit”, to quote your best friend.

“This was...incredible”, he pulled back panting, “Unfortunately I must go because your Jaebummie is starting to fight back. Please give him my regards and tell him I am back. Furthermore I have no intentions of leaving too soon especially since I have found you now.” He stared into your eyes intensely and started pulling at the ribbons which were the only thing covering your breast. “We should work on our cooperation since we will see us more often from now on. By the way I could take care of you so much better than him, don’t forget, I was an angel once too.”

After those words he let himself fall back to the bed and he was gone. The man under you was your boyfriend again.

“Jaebum!”, you exclaimed wrapping your hands around his neck and helping him up to lean against the backrest, “Are you alright? This guy. He had been taking over your body or so. I don’t-”

“I know, Y/N. That basterd”, Jaebum gritted his teeth.

“Who was he?” You felt an adrenalin rush running through your veins.

“Jackson is my half brother. I have not seen him for five years now. Ever since he had fallen.”

“Fallen? Half brother? So everything he said was right.”

“What else did he say to you?”, Jaebum seemed to be over his dizziness and inspected you.

“Well he umm said a lot of things..like he is back and you should be careful and he also..”, you hesitated to tell him.

“What Y/N?! Tell me! What did that basterd do to you?!” His hands started roaming over your body roughly looking for wounds.

“Nothing. He did not hurt me.” You cupped his face to make him stop. “But-”

“He marked you.” You could see Jaebum’s eyes literally glowing in a deep red as he noticed that purple mark on your neck.

“How did that came there? He only kissed me on the mou-”, you thought out loud before stopping yourself. Something had popped into your mind. Is it possible that this dream was indeed pretty real? Your eyes found Jaebum again who looked furious.

“J-jaebummie. Calm down please. You are scaring me.” The same moment you said it Jaebum threw you off himself and stood up. Before you could stop him he had been gone.

Fuck. This is not good.

Jaebum had not shown himself ever since that evening and you were worried sick. You contacted every single friend of him well aware of there true forms and abilities. Jaebum had introduced you to that world at an early state of your relationship since he did not wanted to have any secrets from you. But he never once mentioned a sibling. So much for no secrets!

It only had been two days ago when this whole stir started. Ever since then there had been not a minute you could rest and now you have reached the point of total exhaustion. You laid down on your bed. Only for a quick minute. You closed your eyes and fell asleep instantly.

“Ahh there you are! Finally. I questioned myself already when you will come back to me. I thought you humans need a lot more sleep.”

“I will not talk to you. Because of you I do not know where Jaebum is!”; you turned around.

“How is it my fault that you got yourself such a bad boyfriend?!”, he teased.

You touched the spot on your neck where the mark was still visible. It had not faded at all “You know damn well why it is your fault!”, you huffed.

He suddenly appeared right in front of you without any noise. “You had nothing to oppose when I remember it well. Weren’t you the one to tell me to do more in that sexy voice”, he cocked his head to the side with a devilish smirk.

“Fuck you”; you spat but you could not help but get embarrassed.

“I would prefer fucking you.” His fingers grazed along your arms downwards.

“Stop this!”, you withdrew yourself from his touch.

“Come on, Y/N. Can’t you see I am kidding? You could really be a bit nicer to someone who has to suffer on this planet for the rest of his endless life”

“Oh please.. Don’t pull your tragic immortal bullshit on me. You must have done something really bad to be kicked out of heaven so I am sure you deserve to suffer.”

His expression got hard for a second. “I would not say kicked out. I rather chose to leave.”

You could not hide the surprise in your face. “How come?”

“Only so much. Heaven is not such a happy place you pathetic mundanes imagine it to be. You actually got it way better down here. The freedom to do whatever you want while we are treated like slaves up there. Why do you think my brother was so eager to get into a relationship with you?”

“Because he fell in love with me”, you stated trying to sound confident. There had not been a moment you had questioned Jaebum’s stay in your world.

He let out a laugh as if your answer had been totally ridiciulous. “I will try to break it down to you so you can understand it. As long as he can exhibit a human being as his fosterling he is allowed to stay down here and still maintain his status at heaven. It may be that he developed feelings for you but more likely he is just a very good actor and you have been fooled the whole time. Because I have to admit he is a great actor indeed.”

“Stop this. You are lying!”, you protested, “Jaebum does love me.”

“Not like I could.” He took your hands in his.

“What are you saying? You don’t know me at all!”

“I do. For example I know you love to eat joghurt with fruits for breakfast and you change the fruit every day. Monday bananas, Tuesday strawberries, Wednesday apple, Tuesday raspberry, Friday-”

“Cut it. That only proofs that you are a creep.”

“Well I also know you love it when someone is running his hands through your hair till you fall asleep because your mom used to do that and that you got that little scare on your head”, he pointed at it gently,”from playing pony with your sister when you were kids.”

You breathed out. “Okay so what?! You know these things about me and expect me to leave Jaebum now.”

“Y/N, can’t you see how I am trying to help you out of a relationship that surely is gonna break you.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Then come with me. I will show you.” He did not let you decide and just took you by the hand and started running.

There you stood on a isolated street looking back and forth between the two men to your right and left. They looked exactly the same. Like Jaebum.

“What the fuck are you doing? Why did you brought her here? You know she is not allowed here?”, The left Jaebum questioned. Desperately you eyed him trying to find something that was familiar.

“Look how he acts so unaware but in reality he brought you here”, the right one retorted. You looked at him as well. There was not a thing you could spot that were different. The same warm eyes, the same broad shoulders and the same clothes with the black cap. You sighed out loud. 

“It is me Y/N! My love.This is just a trap. You need to believe me!” He took a couple of steps closer.

“Don’t listen to him Y/N! He is tricking you. I am the real one, your Jaebummie!, the other one pulled you by your arm so you were standing next to him.

Who can be trusted here?

“What is that suppose to show me, Jackson?”, you demanded to know looking back and forth between the two men.

“Let us go”, the other one snatched your hand from the other’s grip and pushed the other one away. It had not been a normal push but more a massive punch since he was thrown back a few meters.

Quickly he turned around the corner where a great church like building appeared and you headed straight towards it. Just when the doors closed behind you, you heard someone behind you yelling: “Please don’t go in there, Y/N!”

You had entered a long corridor. In front of the door at the very end he let go of your hand.

“Stay here and listen.”

He entered the room but leave the door open.

“Im Jaebum why are you here again? I told you that it will take a bit to find another human girl for you. We will contact you.”, an old man’s voice pointed out. Your muffled a cry by putting your hand over your mouth. What did he just say?! 

“Yeah I know but I wanted to know. What will happen to Y/N now?”

There was a short silence.”What a stupid question. You know the procedure. Every memory she has about you and the existence of our species get wiped out and she will continue her life as a happy stupid mundane”, he stated with a obviousness that let cold shivers run down your spine. “It is too sad that such a good example had been bedrabbled by a renegade. In addition to that he also belongs to your family. What a shame.”

“I know a great shame. Anyway thank you very much, Sir. That would be everything then.”

“Look forward to the new girl. She is gonna be a good one too. I am sure.”

“Of course. Thank you again.”

You heard his footsteps coming closer again but it did not matter. Nothing mattered anymore. Your whole world just fell apart. You hugged your knees biting back tears.

You felt his presence next to you. “That is what I meant Y/N. To them you are just one out of many but not for me. This mark will protect you”, his fingertips touched it gently. “I will protect you. So be mine.. And I’ll do anything for you.”

I am not sure if everything is understandable for you...but I hope so :D

Thank you also to @sanara27 @fxtedriders @karougirl123 @angeliczerp @eyesopenwide16 @fantasyinmyworld-blog for your interest :) I hope you liked this as well  even though it turned out pretty different from what I thought :P

[kpopyourcherryy]

Werewolf!Jackson Moodboard 🌕 ---- The change hurt, but you get use to it after a while.. -Jade

[staynoonaz9290]

I Feel The Light, You Calling My Name (AO3 Novel)

Where Hyunae and Sooae are sisters in a Soulmate AU and two ordinary college graduates trying to land their dream jobs.

But what happens when Sooae- who’s been waiting and wishing for her soulmate her entire life- finds out her perfect match is the famous kpop idol, Bang Chan?

And what happens when Hyunae- who was never interested in soulmates and never wanted it- unwillingly stumbles upon Kim Yugyeom, forced to fight against her own instincts?

Group: Stray Kids/Got7/Solo

Pairing: Yugyeom/Fem! Reader (Third Person-Hyunae), Chan/Fem! Reader (Third Person-Sooae)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Sexual Content, Supernatural Elements, Cheating... (additional tags/warnings on official AO3 post)

In Progress

Hi (again lol) ☕

Just another promotional piece for my other story "I Feel The Light, You Calling My Name" 🎹😏

This is my first attempt at a Soulmate AU story, and there's a lot of original lore created so I could make the story my own (which I was super nervous about hehe) 😊📚 but I had so much fun with it!

If you like any of my additional works on here, please feel free to read the story!

"I Feel The Light, You Calling My Name" AO3 Link

[lixiepeach]

Red Moon, Part 23

Summary: Hana’s life was planned out perfectly. She would marry the pack alpha, become Luna and do her duties. But the appearance of a mysterious stranger turns her life inside out she finds herself outcast and alone. Will she find her new home in Chan and his pack of strays? Will she find what she’s been looking for all along in the mysterious alpha? Or will everything crumble under her again?

Warnings: Sexual content, language. The usual now

A/N: Enjoy!!

Part 22 | MASTERLIST

Hana groans, rubbing her head. Her body is aching still, the shift last night had been rough. She lets out a sigh, laying her head back on Chan’s chest. Felix is pressed against her bare back, his cute little hand splayed out on Chan’s hip. Changbin is on his back next to Chan, arm thrown over his face. The others are spread out on either side of them, the couches pushed back against the walls. They had feasted and partied hard after the ritual, all of them deciding to sleep on the floor in the living room instead of making the effort to head into the rooms. 

Hana shifts a little bit, moving her shoulder. The skin is tender from Chan’s bite and Minho’s aggressive cleaning last night. He had been insistent on stopping the bleeding so she wouldn’t get it all over the house. He would have covered it, but Chan wanted it on display. He would want it on display for a while. He’d want to show the world that she’s his. His mate. His Luna. 

Chan stirs, nuzzling his face against the top of her head. She hums, tracing a pattern over his chest with her fingers. He flattens his hand against hers, stilling her movements. 

“Tickles.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

She giggles, pressing a kiss to his chest. “Sorry.” 

He laces their hands together, Hana’s body thrumming happily having him so close. Having all of them so close. Felix’s warm breath on her bare back, the rise and fall of Changbin’s chest on the other side of Chan. They feel like one complete organism now, Hana feeling connected to them in ways she can’t even comprehend. 

Chan runs his fingers over her bite, a shiver running down her spine. “Does it still hurt?” 

“A little. Mostly just sore.” She says, moving her shoulder to test it. “You weren’t kidding when you said you could bite.” 

He laughs, pulling her on top of him, Felix flopping over with a snore. Chan sits up, baring his neck to her. “Bite me.” 

Hana stares at him. “You know that doesn’t make any difference.” 

“I know.” He shrugs. “But I still want you to.” 

Hana stares at him for a moment longer before leaning forward, licking a stripe up his shoulder. She sucks at the skin before sinking her teeth in, biting as hard as she can. He groans, stiffening under her. She pushes aside the urge to roll her eyes, lifting her hips so he can slide inside her. He doesn’t move, just sits inside her, hissing as she lets his shoulder go. 

“Was that payback?” He asks as she licks at the bite mark. 

She shrugs. “You told me to bite you.” 

He grips her chin, pulling her mouth to his. His blood is still on her lips, coppery in his mouth as he kisses her. He lays them back, hips still pressed together. His shoulder is already healing, the bleeding slowing to a small drip. 

“Stupid alpha healing.” She murmurs, resting her chin on his chest. 

He chuckles, running his hands up her back. “It’s what helps keep us safe when we’re defending our pack.” 

“I wish I could heal like that.” 

He brushes her hair away from her face. “You’re perfect just the way you are.” She sticks a tongue out at him, making him laugh. “Shall we make breakfast?” 

“Neither of us can cook.” She says. “At least not well.” She squeezes around him. “Plus, weren’t you going to do something about that?” 

Chan smirks up at her. “I think we can kill two birds with one stone.” 

Hana’s head falls back, moaning loudly as she bounces on Chan’s cock. Seven pairs of eyes are on her, none of them having moved much but she knows they’re all watching her. Well, most of them are watching her tits bounce as she fucks herself on Chan. She can see a few hands moving under the blankets, knowing they’re all going to need to be washed. Hana lets out a loud moan as Chan rubs her clit, making her orgasm fast. He cums with a groan, a few others echoing. He pulls Hana down against his chest, kissing her again. 

“Is this how we get to be woken up now?” Jisung asks, panting slightly. 

Hana turns to him, smiling sweely. “All you have to do is ask, honey.” 

Jisung stares at her wide eyed, mouth agape. Chan leans up, whispering in her ear. She smirks, crawling over Felix and Hyunjin to straddle Jisung. He’s hardening under the blanket, Hana sitting herself on top of his length. She leans over him, placing her hands on the floor near his shoulders. 

“You wanna fuck your Luna, baby boy?” He nods eagerly. “You think you could handle your Luna?” He nods again, Hana lifting herself to pull the blankets down, revealing his leaking cock. She wraps her hand around him, jerking him slowly. “Or are you gonna cum the second you’re inside me like a teenager?” 

She squeezes his cock gently, Jisung’s hips jerking as he cums, splattering his chest and stomach. Hana smirks, leaning forward to lick the cum off his body. He groans, watching her with big eyes.

She crawls up to get to his face, leaning in close. “Good boy.” She whispers before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. She winks at him before standing, stretching her arms over her head. “Does anyone want to make breakfast, or should I?” 

Several of them jump up, heading towards the kitchen. Minho gets up, delivering a sharp slap to her butt before heading to the kitchen as well. Hana heads towards the bathroom, Chan’s cum still sliding out of her. 

“Where are you going?” Chan calls.

She looks over her shoulder with a smirk. “To clean up your mess.”

************

Hana lets the hot water wash over her body, relaxing her sore muscles. Her joints were aching the most from the shift. She had felt like a new wolf, like it was her first shift all over again. To a degree she was a new wolf. She was a Luna now. She had changed in the smallest ways to become a pack leader. 

She washes the soap from her body, having felt sticky after getting sweaty last night, and the events from this morning. She still feels the excitement thrumming through her, having Jisung so pliant under her. She hadn’t missed the look on Minho’s face as she’d made him cum from just a single touch. She had understood why Jisung favored Minho, but now she was understanding why Minho also favored Jisung. The boy was so sweet, but also so very pliant and eager. 

Hana misses the sound of the door clicking as it closes, a figure making its way towards the shower door. She has her head under the spray, eyes closed as the water washes over her, just a second too late in her realization she’s no longer alone in the shower. Rough hands shove her against the tile wall, the lean body pressing against her back, holding her there. His breaths are ragged in her ear, the tip of his cock brushing her folds as he slowly ruts against her. 

“You think you can get away with treating me like that? Like a horny teenage boy in front of our pack?” He growls, hand slipping between the wall and her body, rubbing against her clit. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t have cum so quickly.” She retorts, gasping as he shoves three of his fingers inside her. “You talk big, Sungie. Prancing around like you could handle your Luna.” 

“Because I could.” He growls, biting at her ear. 

“Why don’t you prove it then? Think you can fuck like an alpha, little omega?” 

He growls, pulling his fingers from her sopping pussy, shoving his hard cock inside her. She moans, eyes rolling back as he forces himself in balls deep right away, stilling for a moment as he breathes. He shifts her hips back slightly, keeping the front of her body pressed against the shower wall with a hand on her neck. His fingers press against the bite on her shoulder, sending jolts of pleasure right down to her pussy. She squeezes around him, making him groan as he fucks her, his pace brutal. His hips move with sharp thrusts, his head brushing against her spot over and over again. 

“Jisung!” She moans, reaching back for him, gripping his hand as he forces an orgasm from her. 

He continues to fuck her, hips getting sloppy as he gets closer to his own orgasm, pulling out and turning her around, jerking himself until he cums, painting her stomach with it, not like what she’d done to him earlier. He leans against the wall, his hands on either side of her head as he stares down at his cum sliding her stomach. Her legs are shaking slightly, pussy throbbing from the fucking it had taken last night and this morning. 

Hana reaches up, tangling a hand in his dark hair, pulling his face to hers so she can kiss him. “You’re my good boy.” She whispers against his lips, a small whine leaving his lips. “Such a good omega, making your Luna cum.” He lets her move him under the spray. “Come on, baby. Let’s get cleaned up.” 

**********

“Come on.” Chan holds her hand, leading her through the trees. “Don’t be scared. They don’t bite...well...they probably won’t.” Hana adjusts her dress again, the off the shoulder top showing off her healing mark. Chan has the top buttons of his shirt open, revealing his mark when he moved a certain way. 

When Chan had brought up the idea to visit JB’s pack to help spread the word of his new pack Luna a few days ago, Hana had been hesitant. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust these new wolves. She had met BamBam, and he was perfectly polite. It was more that this was her first outing as Chan’s Luna, her first interaction with a new pack that she can remember since she had been found by Chan that night months ago. She wasn’t just an omega anymore. It would have been easier for her to hide back in the shadows behind one of the other wolves. But she was Luna now. She had to be front and center with Chan. 

The rest of the pack is behind them, chatting excitedly. Chan was the closest with JB’s pack, the two packs interacting a lot with both close proximity, but also their friendship. JB had helped Chan a lot when they first settled in the area, sort of taking Chan under his wing for a bit. That face only makes meeting him more nerve wracking for Hana. 

Chan leads her out of the trees, the house sitting at the top of the hill they had just climbed a work of art. Hana can now see where Chan got the ideas for his own pack house. The pack is waiting outside for them, Hana being able to pick JB out of the lineup with just a glance. She spots BamBam too, the witch already grinning at the sight of them approaching. 

JB steps forward, greeting Chan with a hug. The sternness of his face lessens as he smiles, smothering Chan in a bear hug. Hana steps closer as JB turns to her with a smile. 

“You must be Hana.” He says, offering a hand. 

“Yes. It’s nice to finally meet you.” She shakes his hand. 

“Likewise, Luna.” He says. “Congratulations on your mating. I’m glad to hear Chan finally has someone to keep him in line.” He ruffles Chan’s hair, Chan playfully batting his hands away. 

“I’m always in line.” Chan pouts, Hana smiling at the two. 

“I’d like you to meet my Luna.” JB says, a pretty beta joining him at his side. “Hana, this is Nayeon.” 

“Nice to meet you.” Hana shakes her hand. 

“I’m glad Chan finally has someone to balance out those crazy boys.” 

Hana laughs. “They are very...energetic.” 

Nayeon rolls her eyes. “That’s putting it lightly. Come on, I’ll introduce you to the rest of the pack.” 

Hana lets Nayeon lead her closer to the house as the rest of the pack greets JB. Two alphas step up to them, the older of the two giving Hana a dazzling smile. They take her hands, pressing a kiss to the back of them. 

“I’m Jackson, second alpha.” The oldest says. “It’s an honor to meet you, Luna.” 

“I’m Yugyeom, the youngest alpha and second youngest of the pack.” 

“He’s proud of that now. He’s not the baby anymore.” Nayeon says, Yugyeom sticking his tongue out at her. 

“I’m almost jealous Chan managed to snag himself such a beautiful Luna.” Jackson says, eyeing the mark on her shoulder. Hana feels her cheeks heat up, able to feel Chan’s piercing gaze on her back. She can already see the vein popping on his forehead. 

“Well, I guess you could call it fate.” Hana says, brushing her hair behind her ear. 

“BamBam told us about you when he got back. Chan’s omega that had him so whipped already. He wanted to bet that you would become Luna but we all knew he was going to be right just hearing about you.”

“Stuff like that doesn’t happen without purpose.” A voice says behind Jackson, the beta playfully shoving the alpha aside. “Now quit being a hog. I want to meet her too.” 

“These are our betas.” Nayeon says. “You’ve already met BamBam.” 

“Nice to see you again.” BamBam kisses the back of her hand. Despite her mated status, the magically inclined wolf still makes her blush like a teenager. 

“You as well.” She says, trying to get a grip on her pounding heart. Chan’s gaze like molten lava behind her. 

“Our oldest beta, Jinyoung.” Hana shakes his hand. “And...” Nayeon pauses for a beat. “Younjae.” 

Hana’s not surprised. Chan had told her last night about JB’s beta who shared a name with the figure from her past. Even if he hadn’t told her, she wouldn’t have been so surprised. They look nothing alike. The alpha Youngjae’s face is softer and his eyes lighter. This one’s face is sterner, not unlike Minho, but just as with Minho she knows there’s a softness behind the serious look. 

“I know.” Youngjae says. Of course he did, BamBam had told them everything. “I hate him as much as everyone else in this area.” A flicker of a smile crossing his face. “Brings a bad rep to the name.” 

Hana smiles softly. “It’s nice to meet you. All of you.” 

“Last but not least.” Nayeon says, motioning the last two wolves forward. “Our omegas.” 

Hana feels her heart clench slightly as the two wolves come forward, the younger girl clinging to the male. 

“Mark, the oldest of the pack.” Nayeon says. “And Dahyun. The newest and youngest member.” Nayeon runs a hand over the younger girl’s back. “We found her in town running from an abusive alpha. She’s decided to stick around for a while.” 

Hana desperately blinks back tears as she looks at the omega. She remembers when that had been her. Terrified and alone, running from a pack that didn’t care. Stumbling across a pack that was unlike anything she’d ever been around before. How jarring it had been. How hard it had been to heal, to adjust. 

“It’s nice to meet you both.” She says, offering both omegas a smile. She was a Luna now, but she was still an omega. 

“Come on.” Nayeon takes her hand again. “We were just finishing up making lunch.” 

***********

Hana sits on the porch with Nayeon and Dahyun, watching their two packs in the yard. 

“It must be nice, finally being around other women.” Nayeon says. 

“I forgot what it was like.” Hana says. “It’s been just me and the boys for so long I hadn’t realized how much I missed it.” 

“I remember that. When it was just me and the guys. I wouldn’t want to be part of a large pack, though. Trying to wrangle seven males is hard enough.” 

“Eight is hard.” Hana laughs. “I couldn’t even imagine if I had actually become Luna of my old pack like I was supposed to.” 

“I wouldn’t want to be Luna of that pack either.” Nayeon says. “They’re so...twisted.”

Hana hums in agreement. All three of them look out at the boys as JB calls out for Nayeon, motioning her over. 

“I’ll be right back.” The beta says, heading down the steps and over to her alpha. 

“Nayeon said you were like me.” Hana turns to look at her fellow omega. “That you ran from an abusive pack.” 

Hana nods. “Yeah. They were trying to force me to mate with the alpha who assaulted me while I was in heat. He was abusive and cruel. They exiled me cause I sought out a witch to help me. I was lucky I didn’t get killed for it. Chan’s pack found me not long after I ran. They took me in, helped me heal. I decided to stay and now here I am.” 

“It is possible to get better?” She asks, voice quiet. 

Hana smiles softly at her. “Yeah. It takes time. Lots of trust. But with the right pack, you can move past it.” Hana follows her gaze where it’s fixed on Yugyeom where he’s standing with Jeongin and Hyunjin. “Heal from it.” Hana turns back to the omega, taking her hand and squeezing it softly. “Maybe even find the one you’re meant to be with.” 

Dahyun looks at her with teary eyes. “You think so?” 

Hana squeezes her hand. “I know so.” 

********

Hana makes her way through the pack, saying her goodbyes. The sun is setting, dusk settling over the mountains. Hana weaves her way through her own pack, making her way towards the beta. 

“BamBam?” She asks, the tall beta turning to look down at her. “Remember when we talked a few weeks ago? You said if I ever wanted to learn about my past you knew someone who could help?” 

BamBam’s brow furrows. “Yeah, but it’s dangerous magic. A lot could go wrong.” 

Hana takes a deep breath. “I want to know. I need to know what happened to me.” 

NEXT

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Djinn AU : Part 2 - Waking Up

>>Part one found here<<

What is a Djinn? A Djinn is a  spirit  often  capable  of assuming  human  or  animal  form  and  exercising  supernatural influence  over  people. Also known to some as genie’s, the Djinn is rumored to be able to grant wishes and create vivid visions.

Pairing: Jaebum + Reader

Genre: Djinn au / genie au / supernatural / angst

Warnings: Strong language / mention of violence

Summary: Being knocked out and unable to move would have been bad enough after having been kidnapped by a djinn disguised as your cat for God knows how long. But when you finally wake up, you realize that you’re going to not only have survive Jaebum to get back to the human world, but Jaebum’s enemies as well.

Word count: 3k

A/N: Part two is finally here everyone! I worked harder on this fic than I have on any other for a very long time. I hope you all enjoy it!

writing below the cut~

Mumbling... Do I hear- Do I hear someone talking?

It was like you were underwater. The darkness still surrounding you, suffocating and close enough that it felt as if it would snuff out any ounce of light that attempted to touch you for the rest of eternity.

At this point you didn’t know if the darkness was because you were merely asleep and caught in a restless dream, or if it was all real and the Djinn that had called itself Jaebum lived inside the darkness itself.

"A human...” the mumbling continued with you only able to fully make out random words.

Is it just the Djinn talking to himself, or to me? Did I pass out? A-am I under another spell that prevents me from seeing or hearing who... what he was talking to?

You couldn’t even tell if the shudder that racked through your body actually happened or if you only imagined feeling the rough terrycloth fabric beneath your bare arms as you shook.

You were about to see if you could scream your way to awakening when the muttering voices started becoming clearer.

“Yes, but a Mortal?”

“...keeping her forever.”

Then as if your ears popped, the voices all came flooding in completely.

“Damn it Jaebum!” Male. It was a male with a crisp, clear, very aggravated voice. You wanted to escape from him, from the utter wrath in his voice. The only movement you could manage as you strained was to turn your head slowly, twitching your fingers at the same time.

Damn it... What the hell did he do to me?

Your eyes still remained glued shut as the first voice continued. “I don’t care that you want to keep it, it’s a human! In our world. There hasn’t been a stray human outside of the Kings care in the in-between for millions of years. And there’s a damn good reason why.”

You couldn’t see what you assumed was Jaebum’s indifferent face as he retorted calmly, “But she’s different.” She. Not an it, but you were a she and not just an object to him at least. “I’m telling you she’s unlike any human I’ve come across in my life time.”

“Well it could be fun...” There was a third man in the room. This one’s voice was laced with laughter and mischief. “We could keep her in a state of REM, like she is now. She won’t see and won’t be able to move, but she can hear and understand what we say so we can describe all the odd stuff around her and you read her mind as she freaks out~”

Sick bastards. You decided that you trusted the third voice least of all. All you could do was to vow to memorize the voices you heard in case they ever forgot to put the spell back on you and you finally got to see the owners of them.

At least if you knew their personalities and how they spoke, you wouldn’t be at a complete disadvantage.

“You,” Jaebum spoke then. His voice came out deep and rough, and he was damn pissed about what that male had said. “are the most insufferable ass I have ever met BamBam.” At this point there were little pains all over your body now as you slowly awakened. It felt as if every limb you owned had fallen asleep, and were now slowly filling up with blood again, the pins and needles poking you everywhere. “You put any kind of spell on her that I do not permit and I swear to you that I will take the smallest, sharpest sliver of iron that I can find and I will use it on you in the worst ways possible. That goes for both of you.”

You regained feeling so slowly that you could cry. You didn’t know if you’d be able to tolerate the sharp, vibrating pains all over your body for the rest of your life. You felt like you’d be stuck listening to their voices drone on forever about your fate.

“Woah, chill out Jaebum!” The one called BamBam chirped, completely unfazed by Jaebum’s low, snarling voice. “It was just a suggestion.”

The first one that had spoken cleared his throat slightly then before Jaebum could explode on BamBam, and it sounded as if the entire room had stilled once again.

“There is no way that we’re keeping a mortal as a pet. End of story.”

“But Jinyoung~” BamBam whined. “Mortals are so unique in their realm and everyone in the in-between is so uptight. It would be fun! Just think of the face of your father when he sees-”

“No.” Jinyoung’s voice was short and final. “My father can’t know that she was ever here to begin with. He would sentence us all to death.”

Finally you were able to move little enough to sit upwards, opening your eyes slowly. By the time your eyes were all the way open, all three... demons? Angels? More Djinn? Whatever they were, all three of them were staring at you with various emotions on their faces.

“It seems to have awakened.” You recognized his smooth and light voice that was full of confidence as Jinyoung’s.

What the hell is he?

Your eyes had to be playing tricks on you. Jinyoung had long, pointed ears, the most delicate yet sharp features you had ever seen, and a slim yet muscular build. He was tall- at least he seemed tall from where you were slouching against the bed frame on pink terrycloth sheets. Every part of him seemed to be a contradiction. He was dressed in all white despite his intensely dark attitude, a lone long sword strapped to his back even though he looked too delicate to belong in a battle.

The other one, BamBam, had burgundy ears sprouting from atop his white-blonde hair and a tail matching in color wrapped around his waist from where he perched atop the clean white and black marbled kitchen counters. His clothing looked more mortal than the other two. In fact, he looked like he’d just walked off of a Calvin Cline runway show. He smiled at you, two long white canine teeth glittering in the kitchen light, tilting his head to the side slightly like a stray cat sizing up it’s next meal.

You didn’t know what was more shocking. The insanely breath-taking physical attributes of Jinyoung, the cat ears, tail, and teeth attached to BamBam, or that the house that you were currently being held captive in wasn’t a cave full of fire and bloody corpses from previous victims.

Jaebum glared daggers at Jinyoung. “She is awake.” Jaebum corrected him indignantly, earning an equally evil glare from Jinyoung. “She may be mortal, but it’s rather rude to call my guest an “it” don’t you think?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Jinyoung snarled, stepping closer and closer to Jaebum’s face as he talked, “if she’s a gods damned queen back in her realm!” He stopped mere away from Jaebum, their eyes both so intense that you swore you could see fire dancing behind them. BamBam was behind them both, still smiling from ear to ear. His gaze had thankfully gone from you to the two males snarling at each other in fascination and- amusement. That was pure amusement dancing behind his widened blue feline eyes. You reaffirmed your choice to trust him the least... He had to be insane. “She’s a fucking human Jaebum. She doesn’t belong here.”

Jaebum dared half a step closer to Jinyoung to snarl his response, “Look, she’s my possession now, just like your own father possesses humans himself even even after his reign. He’s as much royal as I am at this point so why can I not do the same as him?” Jaebum’s face contorted into cold, hard confidence. “It’s not like he’s the king of anything anymore, he’s just as plain as you or I.”

BamBam’s absolutely delighted look in that moment should have told you alone how bad that statement would effect Jinyoung. From his look alone you became too afraid to talk even long enough to ask who they were. You instantly filled with gratitude that you had stayed smart enough not to try and speak when your eyes slid back to Jinyoung once again.

Jinyoung’s face was crestfallen. His eyes were slit in fury, his mouth pursed together as tightly as his clenching fists. You could feel his power intensifying by the second even a room away from him.

It registered in the back of your mind then that you would be able to move again if you tried to, but you were too wise to try with Jinyoun looking like he was going to kill whatever or whoever breathed next.

“Were done here.” If you would have dared to blink in that moment you would have missed Jinyoung disappearing into a small ball of blue-white light. The rooms tension lifted instantly with the light’s disappearance, and BamBam dissolved into a fit of laughter.

“I can’t believe you talked to the exile prince like that! Ooooh,” he rocked back from his spot on the counter and twitched his tail excitedly, “he’s going to get you back for that later.”

Jaebum’s face was now stone cold. “Let him come at me with whatever he has. If he starts a war over this, it’s only because he’s been itching to kill us ever since we refused to help the other from destroying his wretched fathers kingdom.”

Jaebum’s eyes slid to your slumped figure on the bed before you had time to disguise your horrified face.

“Oh...” His eyes softened visibly. “I’m sorry I almost forgot that you’re awake Y/n. How much did you see exactly?”

You avoided looking over at BamBam once again so you didn’t have to see his intensely feline eyes focusing once again on you as you struggled to speak through your dry, chapped lips.

“I-” attempting to clear your throat but only feeling the scraping of dryness, you tried to ask for water instead of answering his question, but Jaebum had read your mind once again and was beside you in an instant with a glass in his hand.

“Shh. Here.” Despite the voices in your head telling you to not drink it, that there was poison in it, you grabbed it and downed it desperately. “I know how bad your throat must hurt. Human’s tend to dehydrate when they travel between dimensions. It’s has something to do with the difference in the atmosphere and weather conditions or whatever.”

He smiled softly at you. You had no clue why he’d look at you so fondly with you sitting there awkwardly, barely having control over your own limbs enough to guzzle the water without spilling half of it on your shirt and all over the pristine new covers.

You still felt fear but... Somehow you felt a little better sitting here with Jaebum so close to you again. It was almost as if your cat Dean were curled up against you once again, giving you comfort after a long exhausting day.

You shook your head at the though, realizing how insane you had to have become. Jaebum might have been Dean but... He had also been the one to kidnap you.

You decided to ignore the safe feeling and chalked it up to deliria from dehydration as well as the shock from being taken by a supernatural creature that you hadn’t know existed just hours before.

It had just been a few hours right? Not that much time could have possibly passed...

“J-Jaebum...” He nodded at you patiently. He was finally going to let you speak despite his ability to read your mind. At least he was being polite about it now. “How long...” Your throat still ached, and though your stomach ached from guzzling all that water you were still parched. “Has it been since you took me?”

A snicker errupted from the kitchen, filling the split second of silence that had followed your question. “Shits about to get good!”

Jaebum’s face went from soft and kind to hard and aggravated in a split second.

He turned to glare daggers at BamBam. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

“I have literally no place I’d rather be then here for when you tell her that she’s been knocked out for-”

A loud growl burst from Jaebum’s throat making you jerk back instinctively, and instantly you filled with horror that you had lost fear for such a ferocious creature for even a moment. He sounded like a lion about to kill another male over territory. He sounded like a beast. He sounded like a demon.

You dared to tear your eyes from Jaebum for a moment to see BamBam’s ears flattened back against his head, his lips pulled back into a hiss. BamBam lifted himself up so his feet and both hands were on the counter, and he pounced onto the kitchen table and out the window in the next heartbeat.

“Damn asshole.” Jaebum muttered, turning back to you with an intense, though less intimidating, stare.

“How long?” You’d asked him before you lost your nerve again. He could read your mind anyway. He would know that you needed to know.

“Two and a half months.” He kept talking even as your jaw went slack and your eyes nearly popped out of your skull from widening so much. “I managed to keep you safe and out of harms way until today when Jinyoung’s little buddy Jackson came over to annoy me again.”

You opened your mouth to try to speak but failed. There was no spell involved this time. You were just so utterly shocked that it had been almost three months since he’d taken you that you had lost the ability to form coherent sentences.

You hadn’t even realized that Jaebum was still talking until your mind caught up to the information a few seconds later. “...and he only does it to annoy me. Jackson plays cute just like all other Pixies do until you finally realize that by following the cute, shy little creature to gawk at them, you’d actually been lured to your own death. Mischievous little shits Pixies are. You’ll do well to stay the hell away from the lot of them.” His kind smile returned again, humor softening his sharp eyes this time. “Not that I’ll let you have much time to leave the house without me. It’s too easy to find your death here.”

“I-I don’t even have the capability to ask you how the fuck these things exist or even what the fuck all these creatures here are... Just please take me back. My mom must be worried sick and I-I...” the droplets of your tears hit your hands before you even realized that you were crying. You paused just long enough to sniff back the snot you knew would start dripping from your nose in any moment. Your voice got higher pitched the longer you spoke, so you tried to keep your speech short before your pitch became so high that probably only BamBam could understand you. “Why did you do this to me?”

His eyes didn’t change at all seeing you cry. He still had humor behind them, his smile still stretched out across his face unchanging. That damn softness in his face even as you came near hysterical. “Your mom still thinks you’re in the mortal world and that you’re perfectly safe. Don’t worry about it my darling.”

He reached out a hand and softly brushed a tear away. You were too frozen from the sudden touch that you didn’t jerk away like you should have. He paused with his fingers still touching your cheeks lightly. “You’ll learn to not be afraid of me soon Y/n. You’ll see. I’ll protect you. You won’t be alone in this world.”

With each word your soul filled up with more fear, more hopelessness, and somehow even a spark of anger was able to shine through the all the horror. You were going to be trapped here forever... and those other things, those other creatures Jaebum was talking to...

“J-Jinyoung is going to want to kill me. Isn’t he?”

Jaebum’s face darkened and he pulled away his hand from you. “Possibly. But I won’t let him. I have creatures on my side just like he does.” Jaebum stood up suddenly, grabbing the now empty glass that you’d forgotten was clutched between your hands. “I’m going to get you more water, and then I’ll tell you about my allies. You’re going to need to know about them if you’re going to live here since they’ll pop up now and again.”

You thought you had officially gone crazy at hearing the soft giggling that responded to Jaebum’s mention of his allies. You thought so until you felt a shifting on the bed, and looked over to see another strange and red-eyed man sitting there, merely inches away from you.

“Why hello there dearie!” A scream ripped from your throat and you scrambled to get away from him, falling off the side of the bed in your haste. He only giggled more at you, earning a shout from Jaebum.

You had thought you had finally gotten away from the other strange creatures of this realm, but you were damn wrong. This creature had straight long blonde-brown hair, a rounded face with completely flawless skin, a body almost as long and lithe as Jinyoung’s though a bit more toned with muscle, and the most deep blood red eyes you had only ever imagined in your deepest nightmares. They piratically glowed as the light danced off of them, his black pupils impossibly dark for his bright and happy looking face.

“Yah!” Jaebum shouted again when Younjae didn’t tear his eyes away from yours, his smile rooted into place. “Youngjae you rude ass. Announce yourself before you teleport here or you might scare Y/n to her literal death.”

“What the fuck are you...?” You huddled in the corner by were you fell, still too scared to move much further in case Jaebum saw it as an attempt to escape.

Youngjae laughed as if that were the funniest thing he’d ever heard, his laugh child-like and impossibly cheerful. His laugh didn’t match his eyes at all. A shiver crept up your spine when he didn’t stop despite Jaebum’s glaring at him.

“He’s a cross-road demon.” Jeabum’s eyes shifted to your, “He makes deals with mortals on behalf of hell.”

“Yep!” Your eyes darted back to Youngjae and he winked at you with that damn smile still plastered to his face. “Choi Youngjae, cross-road demon extraordinaire and Jaebum’s right hand man at your service! It’s nice to meet you. Something tells me we’ll be seeing a lot of each other over the next few millennia.” He snickered gleefully again, “Unless Jinyoung and his crew kill you first that is.”

“But,” Jaebum intervened before fear overtook you completely once again, “we won’t let that happen, will we Youngjae?”

“Of course not. But we’re going to have to gather the team in case that jack-ass comes for us.” He looked to you again and raised his eyebrows. “And something, oops! I mean someone, tells me that he is.”

“Well then Youngjae,” Jaebum turned on the sink water to finally fill the empty glass in his hands. “You’d better get out there and start spreading the word to the team to meet here then.”

Youngjae’s smile turned twisted, showing less innocence and more of what he truly was somewhere deep inside of him past the child-like joy he projected. “Yes sir~”

He turned to wink at you one last time before he rapidly started folding into himself and disappearing entirely.

At this point, you weren’t even shocked that he could literally fold into himself in order to disappear. You were past shock now, only numb acceptance taking it’s place.

Something told you that if that was the kind of guy your protection was up to, then you were royally screwed. Cross-road demons, djinns, and other odd creatures or not.

“Finally.” Jaebum said, turning off the sink and walking back to you with the glass of water, “we’re completely alone now.”