#got7 was right he really do make me a teenager

[fellator]

ugh closing my eyes thoughtfully to sweater weather feels so true yet so ridiculous. couple days ago roommate's gf said im crushing like im 15 and like. yeag

[defdaily]

‪[TRANSLATION] Arena Homme+ Magazine April 2021 Issue featuring JAY B

Translated by defdaily.

JAY B is free and starting again from scratch. That is what JAY B has in mind. GOT7’s leader announced that he would be leaving JYPE as the group stays together. JAY B is preparing to debut as a solo musician while planning to also release mixtapes and hold exhibitions as Def. We had a chat with JAY B, who has gained more freedom and strength, at the swimming pool about courage, depression, literature and aspirations.

Did you come here alone?

Yes. I took a taxi here. I was the type to go around freely even when I was in JYPE but catching the taxi to work this time around felt new.

All GOT7 members decided to leave JYP but stay together as a group. As a leader, you needed to make a decision, right?

Although we ended up leaving JYPE, we wanted to continue as GOT7. We all agreed to leave [JYPE] and try it between ourselves.The product made from me taking responsibility/taking charge was the single 'Encore’ that was released not too long ago. I was involved in the whole process with a new record label. I was happy to see a good response [to the single]. It was lacking in some areas but I was just very proud that we were able to show a different step. Since we showed through this single that “we did not disband”, what’s next is more important. When we left JYPE, Director Jung Wook mentioned "Your role as a leader starts now." I'm realizing it now.

”I wanted to learn everything about the process of releasing an album and how difficult it is. I wanted to start again from scratch.”

Your role as a leader actually starts now.

I used to find the role of a leader burdensome at times but now I feel a greater sense of responsibility. While supporting each person’s journey, I thought I needed to be the one to step up once we got back together. We also talk regularly in our group chat. Not long ago, Jackson went to China. When Mark went to the USA, I could see him off but when Jackson was leaving, we couldn’t be together because of a schedule. So I told him to have a safe flight, apologised for not being able to see him off and thanked him too. He replied saying he’ll take care and be back.

What motivated you to leave the large agency you've been working with for a long time?

The thought came to mind suddenly as we were promoting as GOT7. Am I taking all these benefits I get for granted? When a schedule is released I just do it, and when they ask me to confirm things I do, but what kind of long process has it gone through before it came to me? Who sends a request and how is it processed? Why am I only waiting until it reaches me and simply watching it unfold? I wanted to be directly involved in that process. I wanted to learn everything about the process of releasing an album and how difficult it is. I want to be humble and start from the bottom again.

Didn't you need the courage?

Of course I did. I was also afraid. My position has risen to all the way up here, but when it comes to my actual knowledge, I think I'm only down there. I was afraid that the difference would feel too big once I left the company. But I think I would have been more afraid if I stayed at JYPE. Since that difference would have grown bigger and bigger. My real self is here, so I should face it head-on a little faster. That's what I thought.

As JAY B or as Def. who releases mixtapes and holds exhibitions, you must have had the desire to do something new.

I want to do research and build it up step by step without haste. JAY B will show hip hop and RnB music that appeals to the general public and Def. will do activities that Def. wants to do. It could be mixtapes or exhibitions, or other different kinds of fictions. Def. is the nickname I used as a bboy before I became a trainee. It’s like air floating about freely. It could be house or soul or acoustic or even modern rock. In a way, you can say that Def. is close to my “main self” but since I debuted as JAY B, I’ll also show a devoted side of myself through JAY B. I want to be a person who can do both what he has to do and what he wants to do freely.

Listening to your mixtapes, and hearing that you like the styles of D’Angelo and Ray Charles, you seem to be attached to the Southern US rhythm and blues and soul music.

I do like them a lot. I like the entire hip-hop culture that originated from there. That culture also includes DJing, graffiti and even bboying. Since I started as a bboy, I would look up older videos to watch, study the culture and also look into what each dance move symbolizes, with my bboying crew and that's how I became fascinated. What captivated me the most was their obstinacy. I felt respect towards the conviction and obstinacy they carried with their culture.

Is that mood still incorporated in your music and dance?

Yes. For example, I don’t think choreography is dance. I think dancing is when music plays and you like the rhythm and start humming and bobbing your head and moving your body. I think dancing is a free act you do out of enjoyment.

What was the reason you joined an idol group after starting out as a bboy?

I gained an interest in music too, not just dancing. When I was young, I listened to D’Angelo’s music and wanted to become a singer like him. But I was rebellious when I first joined JYPE. Haha. I was even suspended for a month once as a trainee. I definitely said hello but they said I didn’t so they said "If you're going to be stubborn, then go home" and me with my young heart replied “Then I shall head home.” and left. Then I met up with my bboying crew after a long time, and in just a few months it turned into a different world. The crew members were above me and I was worried because I could feel myself far away by myself. Should I go back to bboying? Should I continue as a trainee? In the end, I wanted to do my very best in whatever I chose so I decided to focus on becoming a singer. Since I wanted to do music, it was a choice I made with no regrets.

You started as a dancer and ended up as a main vocalist. What was music to you back then?

It was a challenge. Trainees are divided into singing and dancing. I joined as a dancer but what I wanted to do was become a singer and not just do dance. But since I was put into the dancing division, I worked even harder with singing to break that prejudice. I often felt defeated. I still feel defeated with singing. Haha. But music is about endless research. Now it’s more about research than studying.

You grew up as an only child to your parents who did farming?

I was an ordinary kid. I enjoyed Haruki’s Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage and thought the “colourless” kid was just like me. I was a calm kid who helped his parents with their farm work. I don’t know if it’s because I don’t have any older siblings but they said I used to talk to myself a lot. My mother said there was a way she would know if I was home or not. If I was home, she would hear me talk to myself and be like “Oh really?” “Yes really” haha.

It’s extraordinary to read Haruki at that age.

There was an older friend that I knew and he was really cool. He looked really cool reading on the bus with his legs crossed. He said “Hey, Read a book and build up some knowledge.” As I was trying to be cool like him, I gained a favourite author and started reading more since I enjoyed it.

What kind of books do you like?

When I was a teenager I often read Kafka On The Shore. It felt like Kafka was just like me, and so while reading it, I even cried. The style of Murakami Radio was also interesting. The ending phrase “But I like that more…” was very witty. I’m collecting books from secondhand bookstores from authors who won the Young Author awards. I like Lee Jang-wook's short story Byeon Hee-bong. The main character knows the actor Byun Hee-bong, but the world doesn't know him. He would ask "Don't you know Byun Hee-bong from the movie The Host?" But no one knows. I like stories that don’t intend to be funny but they end up making me giggle.

What do you read these days?

I try to read poetry. I purchased and read the first volume that appeared on Moonji’s Poetry Collection, but it has too many Hanja characters. Haha. I started with Munhwak’s Poetry Collection. I have volumes 1 to 85. I also read poet Park Joon's collection of poems and poet Lee Eun-gyu's Affectionate Name. I even underlined and wrote things down.

Among the idols and musicians I’ve met, I think you are the most extensive reader.

We went on tours often and we would have a lot of time in my hotel room. When I went out I took pictures and when I stayed in my hotel room I read books. When I go on an overseas tour, I pack around 30 books in my suitcase. Then I bring back the books that left an impression on me, and those that didn’t sometimes I dispose of them there. These days, I look for independent publications too. I often look for independent publishing bookstores in Nakseongdae or Haebangchon. There are many books that contain honest stories that are not refined, and the power of those sentences is great.

How does reading influence your work?

The poetic expressions with poetic license help when writing lyrics. You read a new sentence and think “What is this expressing?” You receive inspiration from that image being expressed in a new way. I think of lyrics as poetry too. There are times I write how I feel honestly, but when I want to include a certain meaning I’d want to write the lyrics like poetry.

In your photo exhibition <ALONE> last year, you took pictures of objects and signs in the middle of the road.

Wouldn't it feel very lonely if you think about it from an object’s point of view? The camera captures just an instance but the object will stay there. I think each person has an insatiable loneliness. I like the artist Seonglib’s works, and I feel loneliness in his drawings. I don't know why I keep talking about loneliness, I guess I’m familiar with loneliness.

Seems like you take more pictures of objects and landscapes than people.

I don’t really like taking pictures of people. You can clearly see a person’s emotions in their eyes. I prefer hiding things rather than revealing them too much. I prefer objects, backgrounds, and natural objects rather than subjects that openly express 'It's me!'. Tranquil things, I like when you go past something and go “that’s how it was.” I try my best since my job requires being presented to people but that’s also how I am.

Who do you like as a movie director?

I like Woody Allen’s directing. My favourite is Match Point. It's a love story that goes beyond taboos, and it's electrifying. The face of the actor who secretly asks the reunited lover to give him her number remains in my memory for a long time. How could he direct such a real-looking, raw look in their eyes? When I was a theater and film major, I used to take directing classes rather than acting. If I were to direct a film, I would like to shoot an eccentric witty romantic comedy like Love Fiction directed by Jeon Gye-soo.

Are you self-conscious as an artist?

I’m interested in a variety of genres, and interact with crews often, but I think goofing off just because they are an artist is an arrogant attitude. Everyone is their own artist, no matter what they do, right? I'm not trying to be pretentious, I just think there's a difference in expression, and people who work in the office are also doing their own art. That’s why I’m a little shy about the title “artist.” Is there a need to be puffed up with pride because I’m an artist? I’m just a person.

While filming for “What's in my bag” and revealed your medications for depression and panic disorder. When did you face your depression?

I didn’t know I had depression. I thought I was being weak for a short while and let it pass. But on an occasion I got examined and found out I had depression. They asked how I lived by without going to the psychiatrist. I said I just thought I was the type to feel blue. Haha. I’m the type that doesn’t show [what is wrong] but they said I was in a state where I needed treatment. After going to counselling and taking medications, I’m much better now.

“I just wanted to talk about it. It may not show, but depression is both a common and dangerous illness.”

I think you’re cool for having the courage to talk about this.

I got diagnosed and looked at the people around me. There are friends who are ashamed of it and try to hide it, and there are friends who talk about it as if it’s insignificant. I just wanted to talk about it. It may not show, but it’s both a common and dangerous illness. A mental illness is an illness too. Among my fans, or those who read this interview, if there is someone who feels depressed, don’t be ashamed of it and I hope you receive treatment and overcome it. It’s not an embarrassing thing and it doesn’t need to be hidden. And I was filming content where I show what’s inside my bag; I can’t lie. I wish everyone would be healthy.

Are you bad at lying?

Yes. If I have to tell a lie, I think it’s just better to not say anything. Since I’m the type that’s honest and straightforward, I also don’t like beating around the bush.

Can you share a way one can take a step forward towards recovering from depression?

Look at the world in a broad view. Know that there are many places you haven’t been to yet and there are many things you haven’t felt yet. It's also good to take a walk and go off your usual route and take a path you've never been on. Small adventures can also be of great help. Just by leaving the house you’re already halfway there. I think there are more ways you can refresh yourself outside rather than inside. Also, I thought I was an honest person but after being diagnosed with depression, I thought I should be more honest with myself and more faithful to myself. At times like this, think of yourself before others.

What do you believe in?

I just believe in god. I don’t have a religion. I don’t know what kind of existence god is but I do believe that there is a god. When I’m thankful or am having a hard time, I pray. “Thank you.” “Please let me get through this wisely.”

What is the greatest motivation that moves you?

As long as I’m alive, I want to continue doing work that will leave a message. I believe that there is no next life. I think I should live this time diligently to the fullest. To have no regrets.

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[slowlyglitteryunknown]

Melon Music Awards - chapter 1

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Pov- Jackson wang

7:23 am

Finally we arrived in South Korea.

We came from Hong Kong, our last place on the tour, it was good to see my country again, but lately I have been very tired with all the running around.

And now we have been invited to perform at the Melon Music Awards, one of South Korea's top music awards.

The reason why we are here.

We got out of the car and tried to enter the hotel, while the crowd of fans and paparazzi ran around us.

We waved. News travels fast here, everybody knows that it is impossible to have privacy in South Korea.

Together with the security guards, the staff and organizers lead us to the dormitories.In my room who stayed with me was Jaebum, and as soon as I saw that big king size bed, I threw myself on it.

Lately I have been sleeping very badly on flights, so I will take advantage of this bed now, before getting ready for the Awards.

-Wake up...-

I open my eyes and see Jae at the door.

I grumble, rubbing my eyes.

-Won't you eat? Dude, it's already four o'clock and we still have to rehearse the songs. - He looked at me and lowered his eyes to the cell phone in his hands.

-I'm going-

After showering and putting on some comfortable clothes, I go to the kitchen and eat a sandwich and salad. While I was eating, the rest of the group arrived and waited for me in the living room. We decided that we would sing a medley of Just Right, lullaby, Teenager and You calling my name.

We left and the team took us to the JYP practice room and we rehearsed as ordered.

(...)

At the moment it is 7:39pm and the Awards opens the red carpet at 8:00am, so the make-up artists and stylists of the team were doing their work on us as fast as possible.

- Did you know that there will be a foreign girl group tonight?- the moment the staff asked, Bambam smiled in my direction.

They knew my taste for foreign women, but he especially liked to tease me.

Of course I was not a saint, nor were any of us, only some were able to hide their affairs and tastes more easily.

I have little to say about women although I am attracted to them, I've been involved with a few in America and Europe, but they were quick affairs, I'm not a rascal, I simply make it clear that I can't get into any relationship, my situation doesn't allow it.

- Don't look at me like that Bam- i said it. looking away.

He laughs.

The other members are engaged in side conversations.

-You know them?- he asks me with a mischievous smile.

-No- I answer, getting up.

-I think we should go, we can't be late- I say firmly, I hate being late, I have a habit of being punctual.

He walks to Jin Young who was talking to Mark and then to jaebun, youngjae and yugyeom.

(...)

We walked down the red carpet, posed for pictures, answered some questions about the album and then went to the dressing room.

We opened the show with our performance, so we started to get ready.

I am looking forward to it, I like being on stage, I feel really free.

- Ladies and gentlemen welcome tonight GOT7.-

As soon as our names were said, we went to our seats and I started to sing my part.

Geoura geoura jebal jom malhaejuryeomuna

Mirror, mirror, tell her

Jeoura neodo malhaejuryeomuna

Scale, please tell her too

Amugeosdo bakkul piryo eopsi yeppeudago

That you don't have to change at all...

After we finished, we went back to the dressing room.

I left for a minute with my water bottle in hand, walking the halls in search of Bts, they were about to perform and I wanted to say hello to my brother Nanjoon. He was one of the few people in this industry who was always willing to help me. I wouldn't leave here fulfilled if I didn't talk to him.

But at one of the curves I felt an impact against my chest.

I quickly bent down to help and saw a dark-skinned woman.

-Oh forgive me, I didn't see you on the way- I said in English, helping her up.

She looked at me with bright eyes.

- 모자 괜찮아, 그냥 발 뒤꿈치가 부러진 것 같아 10 분 안에 준비해야 우리 그룹과 함께 무대에 갈 수 있습니다( That's okay, I just think I broke my heel and I have to be ready in 10 minutes to go with my group to the stage) - she replied in perfect Korean.

Wow.

She knows.

-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to knock you down,- I say regretfully.

She's wearing a yellow look which really highlighted her skin, leaving part of her belly, legs and shoulders showing.

Perfectly hot.

I shake off my thoughts.

She must be one of the members of the foreign group they were talking about.

She looks at me with a small smile.

-I told you, everything's fine.-

She puts her hand on my shoulder.

-Is there anything I can do to help? -

I take her hand and hold it.

- My team will change, so don't worry about it...-

-Give me your number? Maybe we can set something up so I can repay you, I won't feel right if I do nothing.- I ask, embarrassed, with a straight face.

But it was true.

-Oh sure,- she takes out my cell phone and saves her number.

-It was a pleasure to meet you...-

-Leigh anne- she answers looking sideways.

-It's nice to meet you Leigh Anne- and I'm sorry for your delay- I answer clumsily and bow.

-The pleasure was mine, Jackson.-

She says and winks at me.

I immediately crack a smile at the mention of my name.

She rushes out and I stand there, still trying to understand what just happened.

chapter 2

[flurrys-creativity]

Meet the Parks

Pairing: Park Jinyoung (GOT7) x Fem!Reader; Genre: Reality tv show AU, Idol AU, Family AU, Established Relationship AU, Humour, Fluff, Romance, suggestive; Rating: sfw, NC-17; Warnings: some cursing, talk about making babies, mentioning that Jinyoung and some other got7 members are/were perverts, a lot of teasing, breastfeeding, mentions of alcohol; Wordcount: 11.597

Requested by: @crzy-devil

Synopsis: A production team decided to make a reality tv show about the Parks. It showcases various scenes over the span of several months and episodes. Starting with introductions, over language barriers and meeting the parents-in-law the Parks show a lot of sides despite their glamourous star image.

A/N: I always escalate with any requests but this time it really exploded.. with all the ideas, I really think you should try writing for yourself (because basically none of this is my own idea.. I just wrote the ideas thrown at me)

Episode 1: Introduction Parks

A dozen pictures of a family flew over the screen. Some of them have been taken by a professional while others were clearly homemade. They showed five people in various situations while a catchy tune played in the background. The melody sure would stick with the audience and hopefully lift their moods. Not necessarily because the melody was light and fun, but because the audience would connect the melody with this fun tv show.

Once the intro was done and the last tones played, the camera pointed at two adults. Both of them sat on chairs and faced the camera directly, smiling brightly - maybe even too brightly.

“Please introduce yourself”, a voice from behind the camera said.

“안양하세요 박진영 입니다” The man said and bowed politely to the camera.

Meanwhile the woman rolled her eyes and clicked with her tongue. “You do know this is for an American TV show, right? Nobody understands you.”

The man laughed and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. There were small lines appearing at the corner of his eyes from his wide smile. “Sorry, old habits die hard, I guess.” He bowed again, this time to apologise. “I’m Park Jinyoung, actor, idol, husband and dad”, he announced proudly, his chest swelling with every added word. His pride faltered a little when nobody reacted and he nervously glanced at the woman next to him.

She smiled and patted his thigh, before she turned back to face the camera. “I’m Y/N.” She bowed, a habit she developed after living with Jinyoung for several years now.

“Nothing else?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t you want to add anything else to your introduction?”

She shrugged with her shoulders. “They should know who I am, but if you say so. I’m Y/N, a model and part-time actress.”

“And?” Jinyoung stared at her expectantly.

“Oh come on, they will know that I am your wife. Why else would they make a show about a family if not your wife is sitting next to you?” She rolled her eyes again, but reluctantly added. “I’m his wife” - she pointed with her thumb at Jinyoung - “and the mother of our three kids.”

“Would you like to introduce them as well?” The voice from behind the camera asked, making the parents stare at each other for a second in silent communication before they nodded and turned towards the camera with a bright smile again.

“Of course! We would love to”, Jinyoung nodded enthusiastically and gestured for his wife to follow with an introduction.

“We have three lovely children.”

“For now.”

“Forever.” She looked sternly towards Jinyoung, making sure he wouldn’t continue this topic. “We have three lovely children”, she repeated with a smile, “the oldest, Hyun Min, is already sixteen years old and currently trains a lot to become an idol just like his father.”

The screen changed from the couple to show a lanky teenager, practising in front of a large mirror. His gaze is focused on his own form, showing an almost eerie resemblance to his father. Hyun Min was learning an old choreography his father used to dance with his group members, wanting to impress the judges of future casting shows.

“Hyun Min saw a video of an old concert when Jinyoung still toured around the world with his group. I think the crowd, the cheers and all those sparkling lights affected him.”

“He doesn’t want to become anything else as far as I know”, Jinyoung agreed with his wife, the voices overlaying the video of the young man, trying to become the next k-pop sensation. 

“By the way Hyun Min is his Korean name since he is half Korean after all, but most of his friends and even I call him Hugh. It’s easier to say for people living on the West Coast.” The woman chuckled, ignoring Jinyoung’s pout. “All of our children have Korean and Western names.”

“Next up is my little sunshine”, Jinyoung announced and the screen once again changed from the practice room to a children’s room, where a young girl sat at her desk, drawing some pictures. “Sun-hi is eleven years old and is quite ambitious for her young age.”

“Right now she wants to become a ballerina”, Y/N deadpanned, “she changes her mind every other month, so I’m pretty sure Sunny will tell you something else should you ask her in a month.”

“Well, she is still young and has time to figure out what she wants.”

“Says the guy, who knew already at a very young age what he wanted to be.” For a moment it was quiet and even though the screen still showed the little girl happily drawing, the awkward staredown between the parents was palpable. “Anyway now to our youngest child. He’s still a toddler, so you can see we really took some time between each child. Jae-Hwa is almost a year old and he already tries to walk on his own.”

The screen shows Jinyoung holding the hands of a wobbling toddler that tries to walk over to the camera. A proud smile is on the father’s face while the youngest family member looked rather curious, not caring where he stepped. It almost seemed as if the child was hovering in the air, the feets barely placed on the ground while it basically dangled from his arms. 

In the background Y/N leans against a doorframe, watching part of her family with a soft smile despite the apparent exhaustion in her eyes.

“Jaden came too early and we feared he would have troubles but within the few months he’s with us he became so much stronger.”

“And Jaden will be your last child?” The interviewer asked, while the screen showed the couple once again.

“Yes.”

“No.”

Both of them said at the same time, almost whipping their heads off when they turned to each other, staring at their partner with wide eyes. 

“I want a big family”, Jinyoung stated, still looking straight into his wife’s eyes.

“Three children are already big enough.” Y/N crossed her arms in front of her body, silently indicating she wasn’t up for any discussion on that topic.

“Oh come on”, Jinyoung whined and grabbed one of her hands, running a thumb over the back of it. He leaned forward, as if he wanted to whisper into her ear. “You look so sexy when you’re bearing a child of mine.”

Y/N groaned and rolled her eyes but didn’t pull her hand away. “I can’t believe you just said that in front of the camera.”

Jinyoung looked at the camera, his ears turning slightly pink upon realisation. “I still mean it though.”

She nervously chuckled and looked somewhere behind the camera, demanding the interviewer to state his next question.

“So? How did you get to know each other?”

Jinyoung leaned back in his seat and rubbed over his chin in thought. “It was during a photo shoot for a magazine in Seoul. I can’t remember which one though. But Y/N was the first time in Seoul and she barely spoke any Korean - she still doesn’t speak a lot of Korean”, Jinyoung teased, “she looked slightly lost but at the same time I could feel her stares at the back of my head.”

Y/N shrugged with her shoulders, trying to dismiss the embarrassment that slowly creeped up in her body. “Well, I was a fan and I couldn’t just reveal that. Idols basically never date their fans.”

“You’ve been a fan?”

“I still am of course, but whenever I had time I would visit concerts and buy merch. I even have the green bird light stick, which I used to cheer on comebacks. And a cute green bird keychain!” She pulled her keys from behind her back, the clinking filling the air as she slightly shook it. A small green bird was seen hanging between a few keys.

Jinyoung watched his wife with an adoring smile, the love overflowing from just his eyes. Anyone seeing his expression knew how deeply in love he was with his wife. “You still have that.”

Y/N turned to her husband, an incredulous look on her face. “Of course, I still have it! Once a fan, always a fan.” She smiled sweetly and leaned forward, kissing Jinyoung on the lips. “Marrying you never changed the fact that I’m still your biggest fan.” She planted another kiss on his lips, surprised when Jinyoung suddenly wraps his arms around her body to deepen the kiss. Any attempt to separate herself again was futile.

“Uhm”, the interviewer cleared his throat, “I think we have enough for the introduction.” With that the screen turned black before a list of names rolled over it, combined with a slow melody in the background, which barely resembled the one from the intro.

Episode 2: Work and Family

The same intro from the first episode started to play, showing the same pictures and short video clips while this upbeat melody played again.

The intro was a huge contrast to the first scene of the series. It was still dark within the house, showing everything in some sort of grey hue. Only the shadow-like outlines of the furniture were visible and there was no sound at all. That was until some sort of groaning could be heard. It was faint and not from the room that the camera currently showed.

The screen switched to another room, showing a bird perspective towards a large bed, where two people were lying in. At first it seemed as if they were still sound asleep if it weren’t for that groan again.

It was faintly visible how Jinyoung’s hands started to wander over the body of Y/N, making her groan in the process.

“It’s too early, please.”

“So none of the kids will hear.”

“I swear to god, Jinyoung. Don’t even try. It won’t work.” She grumbled and swatted his hand away. “I still have a few hours to sleep before I need to be at work and I’m going to kill you should I have eyebags.”

Jinyoung chuckled and just pulled her against his chest, cuddling with her. “I love you too.”

Meanwhile there was movement in the kitchen, the screen switching once again. It showed a shadow walking around, opening cupboards and drawers. The figure was dressed completely in black and a hood was pulled over their head, covering almost half their face. Once the figure opened the fridge, the camera caught sight of the face.

Hyun Min squinted his eyes from the bright light, looking somewhat grim this early in the morning. After his eyes adjusted to the light, they started to dart around, quickly scanning the things within the fridge.

“Hyun Min woke up after a short night”, the voice from the narrator said. “Since he wants to become an idol, he trains half the day, neglecting his sleep to become better and better.”

“He’s actually quite nocturnal”, Y/N said and the screen once again switched to her sitting on a chair and staring into the camera with a smile. “I guess it’s a phase, but he prefers the dark. That means dark clothes, dark makeup, dark hair, dark style and nocturnal. Some would probably call him a goth or emo? I don’t know the right terms.” She laughed and waved with one hand in front of her face. “I don’t really mind it, unless I’m half asleep and stumble over him. He scares the shit out of me sometimes.”

“You can’t say that about your own son.” Jinyoung insisted, saying it from behind the screen, while Y/N moved her attention from the camera to him, giving him a stink eye.

“Hugh?” She called loudly without breaking eye contact.

“What?!”

A triumphant smile appeared on her lips, when the faint voice of the teenager answered her. “Can I say that you’re scaring the shit out of me when we meet in the middle of the night while all the lights are out?”

Instead of a proper answer, a loud cackle filled the air, making her grin even wider.

“So”, she dragged the word longer than necessary and turned to look at the camera again, “as I said when I’m barely awake in the morning and Hugh lounges somewhere around the kitchen, which is always the first room I go to after waking up, I always get scared.”

The scene switched once again, showing the exact moment Y/N wandered with half closed eyes out of her bedroom and through the hall towards the kitchen.

Hyun Min stilled upon hearing the almost silent taps of feet coming towards him. He quickly moved to the counter and sat on a barstool with his cereals in front of him. He stared towards the entrance without moving a muscle, waiting for whoever would appear.

When his mother came to sight the corner of his lips lifted for a millisecond. His eyes followed her every movement, amused that she still didn’t spot him. “‘Sup?” He asked the moment his mother grabbed the milk out of the fridge.

An ear piercing scream sounded through the kitchen and the bottle of milk dropped to the ground while Y/N grabbed her chest and pressed herself against the fridge, staring with wide eyes towards her oldest son, who only smirked and started eating his breakfast.

Y/N huffed and rolled her eyes in annoyance before she looked down at the spilled milk. “It’s your fault I dropped that. You’re going to clean that mess up.”

“Wha-? But mom!”

“Don’t test me, Hyun Min! Do not test me before I had my first coffee!” She huffed again and turned around, leaving Hyun Min alone in the kitchen.

“A lot of adults have the need for coffee before they properly start their day. Neither Jinyoung nor Y/N are any different in that need”, the narrator explained, while a dozen clips of the adults drinking coffee during a day played over the screen.

“It was hard enough to not drink coffee while I was pregnant and even now I have to limit myself because Jaden still gets breastfed from time to time.” Y/N huffed. “Our days are a lot longer with children than they used to be.”

As both of them worked actively in the show business, they have a lot of hectic work schedules and even need to travel for some jobs.

“How do you manage your jobs and the family?” The interviewer asked Jinyoung and Y/N, who once again sat in front of the screen.

“With Nannies.”

“But only when there is absolutely no other chance”, Jinyoung added to your blunt statement. “We try to be direct caregivers. It’s important to us to have a good relationship with our children.”

Y/N smiled faintly, knowing Jinyoung was right but it felt quite stressful at times. Especially after Jae-Hwa was born and needed a lot more attention than Hyun Min or Sun-hi. There had been nights where neither Y/N nor Jinyoung found any sleep and it was showing at work as both of them performed worse than usual.

The screen showed older pictures of Jinyoung sitting in a dressing room - half asleep - while a baby slept on his lap, pictures of Sun-hi redoing his makeup while he was fast asleep and pictures of Jinyoung sleeping on a couch while Hyun Min practised.

Those pictures were followed by photographs of Y/N walking the runway with a young Sun-hi walking next to her hand in hand, pictures of Hyun Min observing the makeup artists intently while they worked on Y/N’s makeup and even pictures of Y/N carrying Jae-Hwa while walking over the runway.

Every time one of the children accompanied their parents and walked with them in the spotlight, a lot of magazines were in uproar, wanting to get exclusive interviews and photos of the family.

“There are days I really don’t want to leave the house because I have to take one of the kids with me and I just know we’re going to get flocked by paparazzi.” A distant and sad look appeared on Y/N’s face as she remembered a few instances.

“We’re already used to it after years of standing in the spotlight but it’s different for our children”, Jinyoung agreed with a stern look on his face, “we can get quite protective over them. Which doesn’t mean we’re opposed to the idea of having another child.” He glanced hopefully towards his wife, lips slightly lifting into a smile while he waited for a reaction.

Y/N groaned loudly and rolled her eyes in annoyance. “No.” She looked straight at the camera, not even moving a muscle despite Jinyoung pouting next to her.  With that the screen turned black and showed the names of anyone working at this project again.

Episode 3: The Offsprings

The fancy music started again, showing the beginning of the new episode. This time the screen showed more pictures of the children, indicating this time they were the focus of the show.

Once the intro ended the scene switched to Hyun Min practising in a small studio again. A few beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. He had practised for several hours now, trying to perfect the choreography.

“You want to become an idol? Like your father?” The interviewer asked Hyun Min, who sat slouched down on the chair in front of the camera.

His whole appearance was dark since he wore only black clothes and even had dark makeup around his eyes. “Yeah.”

“Why is that?”

Hyun Min shrugged with his shoulders and tilted his head to one side. “It’s cool.”

“What exactly do you think is cool?” The interviewer asked, trying to bribe Hyun Min into talking more. “Is it the fact that your father was an idol? Did he look cool? Or do you think you’re looking cool when you practise?”

He shrugged once again. “Wouldn’t it be quite presumptuous of me to have such a high viewpoint of myself? I’m not even a trainee yet. Though I do agree that I thought my dad was hardworking and his performances were terrific.”

Stunned silence followed Hyun Min’s statement, before loud cheering from Y/N was heard in the distance. 

“That’s my boy!”

Hyun Min rolled his eyes and shrugged with his shoulders once again, though a small smile appeared on his lips. 

“O-okay, then how about doing aegyo - that’s what it’s called right - for the camera?”

It was silent once more as Hyun Min stared blankly into the camera. He lifted one hand, forming his fingers into a claw. “Rawr”, he said with a dead serious expression.

The camera switched to Y/N and Jinyoung, both cooing at Hyun Min’s attempt at aegyo. “I’m so proud of him”, Y/N whispered and clutched Jinyoung’s hand, squeezing it tightly.

“Some of the viewers sent questions and one of them showed interest in your favourite bands. Would you mind sharing them?" 

A small pout formed on Hyun Min's lips while he thought about the question. "Stray Kids are extraordinary. Their lyrics are very deep and thoughtful. Though you wouldn't get the depth of them, not understanding Korean." He glanced towards his parents.

Y/N gasped upon hearing the slight insult, while Jinyoung stared expectantly at his son, waiting to hear his own group name.

"For Western artists I like to listen to Palaye Royale, Nirvana, Paramore and Queen." Hyun Min nodded once, silently saying that he finished his answer.

Jinyoung visibly deflated though his interest came right back when the interviewer asked about GOT7.

"Not always the deepest lyrics", Hyun Min shrugged with his shoulders, "but they are good and a guarantee to get stuck in your head."

Jinyoung sighed in relief while Y/N patted his thigh, telling him it wasn't the group's fault for not being able to create music as freely as they wanted.

“Are we done yet?” Hyun Min asked, about to get out of his chair. “I still have school work to do.”

“S-sure.”

Hyun Min walked over to his parents while the camera followed his movement. He whispered something to them, waiting for a response before he disappeared into another room.

“He’s just as hardworking as his father”, Y/N smiled, “you can see him with all kinds of books lounging on the couch when he isn’t practising. Those books vary from advanced school books to crime novels by Poe. He has various interests and works hard for them.”

“Hyun Min isn’t your only son, right?”

“That’s right! Jae-Hwa is our youngest son so far -”

“- and will be.”

“He looks a lot like his mother so I’m sure he’s going to become someone who is into fashion. Of course we would support him with any other path as well. Just like we support him with learning to walk.” Jinyoung smiled proudly, before the screen changed to a different scene.

Y/N sat in an armchair, Jae-Hwa in her arms while she breastfed the young boy. She hummed lowly and watched her son with loving eyes. “You’re growing up so fast. Jinyoung will beg for another little baby soon.” She chuckled and shook her head. “I still have to tell him that won’t be possible anymore.”

“I love seeing that view”, Jinyoung said the minute he walked into the room. “I never get enough of seeing you breastfeed our children.”

“Stop right there before it gets perverted.”

“You married me because of that.”

“I married you despite that”, Y/N argued and pushed Jinyoung gently away without disturbing Jae-Hwa.

The scene changed back to Y/N and Jinyoung in their chairs, ready to answer some new questions, but before any question could be asked, Sun-Hi stormed into the room, throwing herself into Jinyoung's arms. She said something in Korean and her father automatically answered in the same language. 

Everything around them was silent except for their conversation. The camera showed Y/N's highly concentrated expression while she followed the exchange. Her brows furrowed slightly whenever Sun-Hi mumbled too much or Jinyoung spoke too fast.

"Do you understand their conversation?"

Y/N's head snapped up and her attention was back on the camera. She smiled sheepishly and cleared her throat. "Most of it. I am still struggling with differentiating some sounds. But either Hyun Min or an enormous hamster called her a dummy."

"Really?" Both Jinyoung and Sun-Hi stared at Y/N with an unamused expression. "An enormous hamster?"

"They don’t even sound the same, mommy."

Y/N laughed, embarrassed, and quickly changed the topic. "Anyway this is our daughter. Say hello to the camera."

The little girl turned around in the arms of her father, eyes widening upon seeing the camera and the whole production team behind it. She resembled a deer caught in headlights as she nodded stiffly. 

Jinyoung cooed at her and wrapped his arms tightly around her small form. "You told appa that you wanted to become a veterinarian because you saw a hurt bird in the garden, didn't you?"

"What about becoming a ballerina?" Y/N asked, surprise layering her voice.

"Okay, maybe I become a ballerina."

Y/N sighed deeply and closed her eyes, needing a second to collect herself. "That's not what I meant, sweetie. You can become a veterinarian if you want to. I just wanted to know why you didn't want to be a ballerina anymore." For a moment the girl only stared at her mother blankly and Jinyoung quickly started talking with her in Korean again.

Meanwhile Y/N turned to the camera with a slightly annoyed expression. "I did mention she changes her future career opinions on a daily basis, didn't I? She's like that with every decision. When she gets asked something, her answers are either 'I don't know', 'hm' or the blank stare."

"We still want to try to interview her, if that’s fine with you."

"You can try. I'll be over there, taking a shot whenever her answers are not informative." Y/N shrugged with her shoulders and stood up. The camera followed her to a buffet, where she grabbed a glass and poured herself some orange juice. "I'm still breastfeeding Jaden", she grumbled and took a swig of the juice.

Episode 4: Language Barrier

The screen showed one empty room after the other while a dull conversation in Korean was heard in the background. Only when the camera of Sun-Hi’s room turned on, the conversation became clearer and Jinyoung sat with Jae-Hwa in his arms on the floor. In front of him was a small table with some plastic cups and plates.

Sun-Hi ran around a small children’s play kitchen, preparing tea and cookies while she talked about her day. She was cheerful and laughed whenever her father added something to the conversation, making him grin as well.

“Is it normal for you to speak Korean in your household?” The same interviewer as always asked once the scene switched to Jinyoung and Y/N.

“Yes, absolutely. I’m still in contact with my parents and I want my children to be able to talk to them. It also makes me proud to share my heritage with them.”

“What about you? Are you learning Korean as well?” The attention switched from Jinyoung to his wife, who nervously looked away.

“I mean, I try, but I’m very slow at learning it”, she admitted with a sigh, “I understand most of it but the speaking part is basically non-existent.”

“Does it have any negative consequences for you?”

Y/N’s face immediately turned sour. “Most definitely! Hugh purposefully speaks Korean to me. He is almost rapping so fast is he speaking and I can barely understand what he says. Sunny always talks to Jinyoung in Korean, ignoring my presence at times even and I swear to god if Jaden’s first word is Korean I will ban that language within this house.”

Jinyoung pouted at her statement and leaned over to her, giving her large puppy eyes.

“Okay, I won’t ban it but it certainly annoys me that you exclude me from this family.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest and still frowned.

“I don’t want to exclude you”, Jinyoung mumbled and wrapped his arms around his wife, “how about I help you learn Korean? I’m a way better teacher than that owl!”

“You’ll teach me a lot but not Korean”, Y/N deadpanned and rolled her eyes once she saw Jinyoung’s perverted grin. “I feel like you’re even worse than Jaebeom or Bambam.”

“I’m the worst”, he chuckled and nuzzled his face into her shoulder, “but I am your worst.”

Y/N sighed again and stared towards the camera, waving with her hand to show they should skip to another scene.

Immediately the view of the living room appeared on the screen. Hyun Min sat on the sofa and read yet another thriller.

“Hugh? Have you seen my purse?”

“아니요”, he answered without even looking up.

“Are you sure? Didn’t you need my car keys? They were in my purse.”

Hyun Min answered once again in Korean, now placing the book on his lap. He showed with his fingers a countdown and stared with a grin towards the camera in the corner of the room.

The second he pulled his last finger down, Y/N’s angry whining was heard from somewhere else. She stormed into the living room and told Hyun Min off, saying he could be at least a little considerate.

Jinyoung joined everyone in the living room, bringing Sun-Hi and Jae-Hwa with him, asking what was wrong.

Hyun Min immediately answered him in Korean, watching with a teasing grin how the face of his mother turned more and more sour. It got even worse when Jinyoung and Sun-Hi kept speaking Korean, discussing with Hyun Min.

“You are all very huge pabos!” With that Y/N stormed off again and slammed a door behind her. 

Both Hyun Min and Jinyoung snorted and covered their mouths while snickering. They almost looked the same as they moved exactly identical to each other. 

After their laughing fit ended, Hyun Min sighed and got up. “I’ll help mom find that purse.” He placed his book on the small coffee table and started looking around, turning even the pillows of the couch around.

“I want to help too”, Sun-Hi announced and let go of Jinyoung’s hand, crawling over the floor and looking underneath every piece of furniture.

The screen showed their search in a fast forward motion, indicating that it took them a while to find the purse. 

“Got it!” Hyun Min shouted from the hallway. He took the purse and hung up all the jackets again, telling Jinyoung and Sun-Hi that it was covered by them and couldn’t be seen. 

All of them walked over to the master bedroom, where Y/N was still moping. Sun-Hi knocked on the door and called for her mom, not waiting for an answer and storming into the room. She ran towards the bed and jumped up on it, crawling over to Y/N and wrapping her small arms around her mother. “We found your purse!” She exclaimed excitedly.

“I found the purse”, Hyun Min corrected his little sister and held up the small purse with a proud smile.

Jinyoung walked with Jae-Hwa over to the bed as well, handing the youngest over to Y/N before he sat on the bed as well. “We all looked for your purse. It took a while to find it in this large house.” He chuckled and kissed the cheek of his wife, who was close to tears.

“You did that for me?” She whispered and switched looking between all of them. “Thank you so much.” She opened her arms and waited for Hyun Min until he reluctantly joined the family hug. “사랑해!”

The camera zoomed in on Jinyoung and Hyun Min’s expression, showing their cringe-induced smiles upon hearing Y/N’s words.

“What do you think about your mother not being able to speak Korean?” The interviewer asked while the screen changed to Hyun Min sitting on a chair.

“Right now I think you’re trying to show her off as a dumb model with no brains”, Hyun Min said and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “She is able to speak Korean - not good, but still able. Most of the time she sounds like a koreaboo but at least she is trying and learning.”

“Like a koreaboo?”

Hyun Min rolled his eyes, mumbling something in Korean under his breath. “Koreaboos are obsessed idiots that denounce their own culture to appear as Korean.”

“And your mother is one of them?”

“Did you even listen?” This time Hyun Min’s Korean monologue could definitely be called cursing and it made him appear almost scary. “My mom is not denouncing her own culture and she is most definitely not calling herself Korean. She is only learning the language and sounding like an idiot at times.” He scoffed and stood up, ignoring the calls of the producer and leaving the room.

Later on they called Jinyoung and asked for a translation of what Hyun Min had said during the interview. 

“After you asked about koreaboos he said it was incredible how the producers have no idea about Korean culture or anything related to it even though they are making a show with a bunch of Koreans starring in it.” Jinyoung told the camera, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“What about the second time?”

“That is not appropriate for a show like this.”

Several audible gulps were heard from behind the camera while Jinyoung stared with a serious expression into the camera. 

“Languages are hard to learn and before judging someone’s abilities, one should learn a different language on their own as well. One does not know the struggles of someone else without walking the same path.”

“You’re sexy when you are saying such wise things”, Y/N’s voice called from behind the cameras and Jinyoung’s expression immediately changed to a goofy grin.

“Sexy enough to make another child?”

“No!”

Episode 5: Happy Birthday

“Girls, girls, girls they love me”, played in the background while scenes of the worldwide known boy group GOT7 played over the screen, showing their beginnings as well as their path up until now.

“The group had tours all around the world and dozens of people fell for them. One of them being the model Y/N. Years later she married Jinyoung, lead vocalist of the group and while she lives with him the other members use every given chance to visit.” The narrator explained over the music and a few pictures of past celebrations flashed over the screen. “Today would be another chance for them to visit.”

The camera panned over to the dining hall, showing a large table full with snacks, cake and gifts. It zooms on the large cake in the middle of the table, showcasing the colourful frosting that formed the name Jae-Hwa and the number one. 

“It’s our baby’s first birthday”, Y/N squealed and clapped into her hands, excited for the day. She had dressed up a little and prepared herself as well as her children for the upcoming small celebration.

Even though Jae-Hwa had no actual friends since he was only turning one, Sun-Hi and Hyun Min were allowed to invite one friend each. Normally Sun-Hi would invite her best friend and even Hyun Min had a few friends he could have asked, but since they knew their uncles and godfathers were coming they decided against it.

“What are you most excited about?”

The screen showed Sun-Hi sitting next to Hyun Min, who held Jae-Hwa in his arms.” While Sun-Hi was excitedly bouncing up and down, Hyun Min sat completely still. He still wasn’t over the last interview with the producers and had an almost hostile attitude towards them.

“I hope uncle Youngjae and uncle Yugyeom can have a tea party with me again!” Sun-Hi chirped and clapped into her hands from the excitement.

“I want to learn some tricks or valuable information about being a trainee from my uncles.”

“Do you think uncle Bambam will wear some funny clothes again?” Sun-Hi turned to her older brother and whisper-shouted her question.

Hyun Min smiled and leaned down to her ear. “I would be devastated if he didn't wear some.”

Sun-Hi squealed and jumped up, not able to be rooted on the interview chair for any longer, and ran out of the room. Hyun Min followed her and the screen switched back to the living room, where both of them appeared.

Jinyoung and Y/N finished the last preparations when the doorbell rang and all their heads turned towards the entrance door.

Sun-Hi once again squealed and jumped up, running towards the entrance, while Jinyoung followed her quickly.

Hyun Min handed Jae-Hwa over to Y/N the same minute the door opened and boisterous laughs and cheers were heard.

“It’s been so long!” Jackson called and marched into the living room, hugging Y/N and Hyun Min as a greeting. “Look at you! You’ve become so handsome!”

Y/N smiled brightly. She loved the rare moments where all of GOT7 were together and showed their true chaotic potential. 

Soon after Jackson the other members piled into the room as well, greeting and complimenting everything and everyone.

The scene changed once again and showed the six members (excluding Jinyoung) of GOT7 sitting on chairs. 

“Woah, it’s been a while to be like this,” Bambam said and turned from one side to the other, taking everything in. “We rarely have interviews with all of us anymore.”

“We are not all of us, you idiot. Did you forget Jinyoung is a part of the group?”

“Maybe he really wants to start Dab7 on his own.”

All of them erupted in loud laughter, hitting each other on the shoulders or upper arms. They continued to tease each other, giving the interviewer barely a chance to speak up.

“What do you think of Jinyoung and Y/N as parents?”

They looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders, unsure what or how to answer that question. 

“Jinyoung was the first to settle down. Y/N got him wrapped around her little finger.” All of them snickered, before Jaebeom continued. “Some of us still haven’t found the right one. Though we all think they are good parents.”

“Yeah, look at those cuties of children”, Jackson interrupted and pulled a picture out of a pocket, “they are absolutely adorable and I can’t wait to have a whole family visit. I’m sure my kids would love to play with them.”

“This is a show about the Parks and not about the Wangs”, Mark laughed and hit Jackson’s shoulder, “stop talking about your children.”

“It’s Jackson, he never stops talking about his kids”, Yugyeom added and dodged a hit from a pouting Jackson.

“So you like the children, is that correct?” The interviewer asked quickly, hoping the guys acknowledged the question.

“Like the children? Like? They are adorable! We love them!”

“I’m glad you’re so enthusiastic about my kids, Jacks”, Jinyoung laughed and joined the group in front of the camera, making everyone erupt once again in loud cheers.

“We would never say anything bad about your kids”, Youngjae grinned, showing proudly the small bow Sun-Hi had stuck into his hair.

“You on the other hand”, Yugyeom laughed and Bambam finished the sentence, “is a different story.”

As the interview couldn’t really continue with them teasing and laughing at each other, the scene switched back to the celebrations inside of the living room.

Jaebeom and Jackson were talking with Hyun Min, who eagerly listened to everything they told him.

Yugyeom and Bambam were having a tea party with Sun-Hi, who still giggled over the fancy outfit of her uncle.

Youngjae was playing with Jae-Hwa, making faces and noises to make the little guy laugh. 

Meanwhile Jinyoung, Mark and Y/N sat on the sofa and had a small conversation. Every now and then Y/N looked over to the other members entertaining her children, smiling genuinely.

“I love celebrations like this”, Y/N told the camera, once her interview started. “It’s so nice to have everyone in the house and be this cheerful. The kids love the members and they are just too sweet with each other.” She sighed happily and stared dreamily off into the distance. “It also gives me the chance to just relax with seven guys keeping an eye on the children.”

“Are you sure?” Jinyoung asked and appeared next to her on the screen. “Isn’t it like getting a bunch of new children?”

Y/N laughed and shook her head. “Yeah, sometimes all of you are like a horde of kids.”

“And you’re handling it so well.”

“Don’t even try.” Y/N’s smile vanished instantly and gave space for a serious expression. “I can’t have another child and I don’t want to have another one.”

Jinyoung frowned slightly but nodded after a moment, knowing this wasn’t a topic for a tv show. “Alright, we have other plans anyway.”

“Other plans?” The interviewer asked, curiosity layering their voice.

“We are planning to get a second home in Seoul”, Jinyoung announced with a bright smile, excited to have the option of living in his country as well.

The screen turned dark, leaving the viewers with a cliffhanger as the ending music and names rolled over the black surface.

Episode 6: New Country, new rules

After the well known intro the screen showed a hectic Park family. Except for Jae-Hwa everyone ran around the house, carrying stuff from one end to the other.

“Jinyoung, do you have the passports?”

“In your purse!”

“Thanks!”

“Mommy, I can’t find Mr. Snuggles”, Sun-Hi whined, while she searched through her room for her stuffed toy.

“It’s in your backpack, dummy.”

“Don’t call me a dummy, Hyun!”

“Don’t call her a dummy, Hugh!”

Both Sun-Hi and Y/N called at the same time, making Hyun Min snicker as he continued to pack his own backpack.

“So, you’re leaving for Seoul now?” The interviewer asked and the hectic atmosphere got replaced with the known interview room.

“It’s like a holiday”, Y/N answered quickly, “we’re there for two weeks, looking for a nice apartment as a second home, Hugh can go to some castings, Sunny can practise her Korean and Jaden is able to see his grandparents for the first time.”

Jinyoung nodded along, agreeing with every point his wife just said. “It’s going to be amazing. Sun-Hi was a toddler the last time all of us flew to Seoul. Normally only I fly over or my parents visit us in L.A.”

“So you rarely see your parents? Why did you move here in the first place?”

“Y/N had some very good arguments like trying to become an actor in Hollywood.”

“I did have a lot of good arguments but that wasn’t the reason he moved here.”

“It wasn’t?” The interviewer sounded surprised.

“To be frank, we slept with each other and he couldn’t stand the fact of being apart from me.” Y/N shrugged with her shoulders and smiled sweetly, while Jinyoung’s ears turned red.

“I would say, my love was so deep and strong that it couldn’t bear the long distance.”

The scene switched yet again, showing the Park family checking in at the airport. Everything ran smoothly and soon after the whole family found themselves on board the plane.

Jae-Hwa was fast asleep in Y/N’s arms, Sun-Hi was drawing the whole family on a blank white paper, and Hyun Min disappeared behind the pages of a book again.

“Are you excited to get back?”

“Yeah, it’s been a while.” Jinyoung looked out of the small window, a small smile playing around his lips. “I’m excited to find a nice apartment and about the possibility of having more vacations to Seoul in the future.”

“That does sound lovely”, Y/N agreed and leaned her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes for a moment. “I just hope Jaden isn’t as troublesome as Sunny when it comes to flying.”

“Why am I troublesome?”

“Do you remember how whiny you get as soon as the plane starts to ascend into the air?” Hyun Min asked without looking up from his book. 

“My ears hurt when that happens.”

“It’s because of the difference in pressure. Just blow your nose and it will stop, so no need to cry like a baby.”

Sun-Hi pouted slightly but returned to her drawing with no other comment.

“You could talk nicer to your little sister”, Y/N mumbled and looked at Hyun Min, who just shrugged with his shoulders. “I’m not surprised that I constantly get messages from your school that yet another kid tried fighting you when you keep that attitude at school as well.”

“It’s not my fault they have the need to show their dominance.”

“I never said it’s your fault. I only request that you’re more careful.”

A small smile played around Hyun Min’s lips and he nodded quickly.

The scene switched again, showing Y/N in the interview chair again. “You said, you’re getting calls from Hyun Min’s school because kids want to fight him?”

She laughed and made a dismissive hand gesture. “You have seen his attitude and a lot of teenagers see that as an invitation to fight him.”

“Did he ever get hurt?”

For a moment she thought about the question before she quickly shook her head. “No, never. It’s always the others that get hurt. Not by Hugh though. He avoids violence and in the end the kids hurt themselves. One time a boy wanted to punch Hugh and he just stepped aside and therefore the poor soul lost his balance, fell to the ground and broke his nose because he wasn’t able to catch himself.” Y/N shrugged with her shoulders, feeling in no way remorse for the hurt child.

“So you’re not going to do anything against it?”

“I did though? I told him to be careful.”

The screen changed once again. The Parks landed in Seoul with no turbulence or problems during the flight. A driver awaited them and drove them to a beautiful hotel. They barely checked into the hotel room before Sun-Hi ran towards the elevators.

“Why did you run towards the elevators?” The interviewer asked later on.

Sun-Hi shrugged with her shoulders. “I don’t know.”

The interviewer sighed while loud laughing from Y/N was heard in the background. “Told you so!”

The scene switched once again to the Parks inside of the spacious hotel room. Hyun Min read his book again, Sun-Hi was pressed against the large window front and stared over the skyline of the city and Jae-Hwa was sleeping once again.

“Okay, listen up kids”, Y/N called for the attention of her kids, “new country, new rules.”

Hyun Min raised an eyebrow in question and glanced over the rim of his book, showing for just a second that he was listening.

“You don’t know this area, so none of you are going out on their own.”

“Too bad. Jae-Hwa was really excited”, Hyun Min snorted.

“Listen to your mother, Hyun Min.”

“Thanks”, Y/N smiled and placed a hand on Jinyoung’s arm, appreciating his help. “Whenever we go out, you either stick with Jinyoung or myself or you’re visiting your grandmother. I don’t want to lose any of you in those big streets.”

“Wouldn’t you be the only one in trouble though?”

“I swear to god, Hyun Min! If you don’t behave, you won’t attend any castings at all!”

“Sorry mom. I just thought it was blatantly obvious that we stick with an adult as soon as we leave this hotel room.”

“Was it really that obvious?” Y/N turned to Jinyoung with wide eyes, surprised by her son’s reasoning.

Jinyoung shrugged with his shoulders. “Maybe a little?”

“You could have told me that before I started this speech.” Y/N sighed and sat down on a chair. “What are the plans for the upcoming days anyway?”

“Viewing a bunch of apartments, bringing Hyun Min to several castings, visiting my parents in three days for dinner and going to an amusement park because Sun-Hi really wanted to go to one.”

“Yes!” She squealed and moved away from the window, running towards Jinyoung and hugging him tightly. “I really want to go to one!”

“Anything planned for today?”

“Not that I’m aware of, why do you ask?” Jinyoung looked at his wife, who stood up again and moved towards the next room.

“Then I’ll join Jaden by taking a nap.”

Episode 7: Auditions

“Do you want me to go with Hyun Min?” Jinyoung asked and by the annoyed eye roll from Y/N, people could tell it wasn’t the first time he had asked.

“It’s fine. You have other things to attend to! Just drop Jaden and Sunny at your parents’ place and everything is going to work.”

“Are you sure? Everyone will be speaking Korean. It might be a lot.”

Y/N cupped Jinyoung’s face and looked straight into his eyes. “Darling, I have to learn the language and nothing is better than first hand contact. I’m going to be fine!”

Jinyoung looked at Y/N for a moment longer, before he reluctantly nodded. “It’s not because you want to avoid my mother, is it?”

The scene switched to Y/N in the interview chair, laughing indignantly. “Of course not! What? Who said that? I would never! She’s family.” Her laughter disappeared as quickly as it came and she stared emotionless into the camera. “She is a lovely woman.”

The camera switched back to Y/N reassuring her husband, giving him a small peck on the lips before she called for her oldest son and left the hotel room.

They took a cab around Seoul, both sitting on the backseat with the camera pointed at them. “Are you nervous for your first casting?”

Hyun Min shrugged with his shoulders, looking out of the window as the buildings passed quickly in front of it. “I’m not sure what to expect.”

Y/N hummed in understanding. “Didn’t Jinyoung or the other members tell you about it?”

“Just a few things. They don’t remember much or purposefully avoid talking about it, like Jackson.” Hyun Min smiled upon hearing his mother laugh loudly. “He really hates that clip, doesn’t he?”

“He does but it’s very enjoyable to see his reactions whenever it’s shown.”

Hyun Min felt slightly better while he joked around with his mother, barely noticing that they arrived at the audition place. As if an invisible cord pulled him, he walked beside his mother to the large building, staring up at it in awe.

“How was your first audition?”

Hyun Min sat once again in the interview chair, his form slouched and his eyes distant. “Can’t remember much of it.”

“What do you remember?”

He shrugged with his shoulders. “Mom was with me, there were a lot of people, the air was tense and everyone checked other contestants out.”

“Do you think you did well?”

“I did my best but whether it was enough, I don’t know.”

The scene switched again, showing Y/N and Hyun Min walking around the streets of Seoul. Y/N had decided to walk to the next location since the map had told her it wasn’t too far away. Though she didn’t calculate that the streets look a lot different in reality than on the maps - meaning they got a little lost.

Y/N looked around and tried to find any visual point that would help her identify the way but with every sign written in Korean it took way longer for her. “I’ll just ask where we need to go”, she sighed and searched for someone, who could help them.

She quickly found a group of school girls and approached them, Hyun Min following her reluctantly. With broken Korean Y/N tried to ask for their help, stumbling over the pronunciation over and over again.

The school girls snickered and made fun of her, calling her lame and pathetic for trying so hard. 

Y/N’s face fell. She did understand what those girls said and she definitely felt pathetic now, knowing they wouldn’t help her. She was about to walk away, since she knew Hyun Min had to be at the next audition soon and he would miss it if she didn’t find the way quickly, when her son stepped up.

He angrily cursed at the girls, even threatening them with his perfect Korean. Hyun Min didn’t stop when the girls tried to apologise, instead he raised his voice, making everyone around them aware of that unfriendly behaviour towards foreigners.

When the girls left, he turned around with an angry expression deeply rooted on his face. “Why didn’t you stand up for yourself?”

His mother’s eyes became teary and she quickly pulled Hyun Min into a bone crushing hug. She hid her face in the crook of his shoulder as she thanked him.

Hyun Min reluctantly hugged her back, patting her shoulder while she silently cried out of relief. “Don’t you ever think I don’t love you, mom. And start practising Korean with me.”

His mother hiccupped and chuckled despite her tears. “I will”, she sniffled and straightened again, wiping the remnants of tears away from her cheeks. “Now let us get you to the next audition!”

“I’ll take care of that”, Hyun Min sighed and asked for the way until they made it.

“What did Hyun Min tell those girls that made fun of you?”

“I don’t think translating that would be appropriate for this show”, Y/N chuckled and shook her head. “It wasn’t very nice and he definitely embarrassed them by calling them out so publicly.”

“How did you feel when he stepped up for you?”

“At first I was really surprised. Then I was worried for a second and lastly I was very moved. You know how parents always say that their teenage kids hate them because they are teenagers? I felt like that a lot. I thought he didn’t like me just because I was his mother. So this moment is very special to me.” The woman smiled brightly while answering the question, seeming almost giddy remembering that situation.

“You seem very happy that your son is supporting you. Did you support him during the auditions as well?” The interviewer asked, moving on with their questions.

“Ah, right. Cameras weren’t allowed inside”, Y/N nodded, her eyes moving around as she tried to recollect every audition they went to. “I was allowed to stand at the side and watch him or his unit. It was quite hard to not cheer him on, like I usually did during practices. Nonetheless he did great. I am sure one of the entertainments will call back and ask for him to become a trainee.”

“Would you be able to leave him here on his own?”

Jinyoung joined the interview and stepped behind the chair of his wife. “He wouldn’t be on his own. The trainees can look out for each other, most of them really become like family.”

“And we’re trying to live half of the year here in Seoul. So whenever he has some free time -”

“Which will be rare anyway.”

“- we will meet up with him and support all of his wishes.” Y/N concluded with a nod.

“Even though you would see your parents-in-law more often?” The interviewer asked, hitting a weak point.

“Of course.” Y/N nodded again before she stood up and moved out of view. “Someone get me a drink!”

Jinyoung shrugged with his shoulders, chuckling silently before he followed and the screen turned dark again.

Episode 8: Meeting the grandparents

The screen showed the usual interview room with empty chairs and some discussions were faintly heard in the background. A few more seconds passed before an elderly couple walked towards the chairs and took a seat.

“Mr. and Mrs. Park, thank you for agreeing to the interview”, the same voice as always said, though this time it was followed by someone translating everything into Korean. “We’re filming a tv show about your son and his family, showing the day to day life of celebrities. Can we start with the first question?”

Jinyoung’s parents nodded as soon as the translator stopped talking, waiting for the first question.

“Wonderful. We heard you visit them a lot in L.A., how do you feel about the fact that Jinyoung and Y/N are planning to start living in Seoul half of the year?”

Surprise flashed over their faces before the woman immediately turned to her husband, ranting quickly about something.

The translator tried to explain just as fast what she was saying. “Why haven’t they told us? Do they not care? Do they not respect us anymore? He became too American, didn’t he? We shouldn’t have let him go. He should have married a Korean woman.”

The man tried to calm her, mumbling his answers so the translator barely caught them. “He said something about having not seen the children yet.”

As Jinyoung’s mother kept ranting and complaining, the producers switched to the video of the Parks visiting Jinyoung’s parents.

As soon as the door opened after the family rang the bell, Jinyoung’s mother pulled him into a tight hug, worrying about his apparent weight loss. She cupped his cheeks and moved his head from side to side, checking even the smallest details.

Once done with Jinyoung, the woman turned to the children, being just as welcoming and sweet towards them. She asked them a bunch of questions in Korean, not even waiting for an answer before she asked the next one.

As soon as it was Y/N’s turn to be greeted the attitude became slightly more distant. Jinyoung’s mother still tried to exchange the normal pleasantries but she limited it to a minimum. A behaviour her husband would always excuse, saying she was still affected by Jinyoung’s decision to leave South Korea for love.

The family was invited into the house and after Jinyoung’s dad had greeted everyone as well, Y/N immediately made a beeline for the kitchen. She grabbed a glass and poured some wine into it. “I’m not breastfeeding Jaden anymore and before I hear all the complaints from Jinyoung’s mother, I need a drink.”

Prepared with the glass of wine she rejoined her family in the dining room, smiling as if nothing happened. As soon as she sat down, Jinyoung’s mother started talking to her in Korean.

“No, they don’t want to eat more and I won’t force any of them to eat just so they gain some weight.”

“Yes, I accompanied Hugh to the auditions and not Jinyoung.

“Yes, we are looking for an apartment in Seoul.”

“No, we do care but we wanted to tell you about our plans in person and not over the phone.”

Y/N turned to the camera in the corner of the room with an expression that said “I told you this would happen”. She took another sip of her wine and turned back to her family, following the conversation.

“You rarely said anything during the family dinner”, the interviewer noted in a later session.

“They would have changed the topic three times already before I would be able to say my thoughts in Korean.”

“Why didn’t you speak in English then?”

“It kinda feels out of place, don’t you think?” Y/N sounded passive aggressive, showing the same attitude that Hyun Min showed all the time during interviews.

“Why are you not getting along with Jinyoung’s parents?”

Y/N sighed and closed her eyes, as if she needed a second to collect herself. “I am getting along with them. We just have our differences at times and one of them was the fact that Jinyoung moved away because of me. Though this should be solved with us moving to Seoul half a year.”

“It’s not that my mother doesn’t like my wife. She is just a very caring person and slightly overprotective”, Jinyoung tried to explain with an unsure smile. 

“Which I don’t hold against her. I’m just like that when it comes to Hugh, Sunny or Jaden. But that doesn’t mean I won’t get annoyed by it.”

Jinyoung leaned over to Y/N and kissed her cheek, smiling brightly. “I love it when you’re so understanding.”

Y/N’s cool facade melted and she started grinning as well, hugging Jinyoung and cuddling against his side. “Just ignore the fact I’m only this understanding with the help of a bottle of wine.”

“I’m not sure if I should ignore that.”

Y/N laughed and shook her head. “I’m just kidding, just kidding. Anyway, your daughter dropped the fact that we wanted to visit an amusement park and your mother invited your dad and herself.”

Jinyoung’s face paled upon hearing the news. “She did?”

“Yeah, I’ll drop Jaden with her then, so I can join Sunny on the rides!” 

“That actually sounds like a lovely idea”, Jinyoung agreed and chuckled lightly, the small lines around his eyes appearing again. “Sun-Hi will love going on the rides with you.”

Episode 9: Visiting an amusement park

“We’re going to an amusement park, we’re going to an amusement park, we’re going to an amusement park”, Sun-Hi sang and skipped through the hallways of the hotel.

“Someone seems excited”, Jinyoung laughed and followed his daughter with a huge backpack on his shoulders.

“Too excited”, Hyun Min grumbled and walked out of the hotel room as well, “she’s been singing this the whole morning now.”

At last Y/N, carrying Jae-Hwa, came out of the room and closed the door behind her. “Just let her be. It’s not every day that we do visit an amusement park after all.”

Hyun Min grumbled again but didn’t argue against his mother. Instead he pulled his headphones on and started listening to some audiobooks.

The family met with Jinyoung’s parents at the entrance of the park, greeting them with big grins on their faces.

They brought picnic boxes with them and as soon as Jinyoung’s mother saw that Y/N had no food packed, she started nagging.

“We would have bought food to get the total amusement park feeling”, Y/N answered while handing Jae-Hwa into her arms. She then turned around and called loudly. “Oh Sunny, look! That ride seems nice, you wanna go?”

The young girl cheered immediately and grabbed her mother’s hand, pulling her towards one attraction after the other - and successfully keeping Y/N away from Jinyoung’s mother.

“You tried to go on all the rides with Sun-Hi on purpose?” The interviewer asked, receiving a shrug from Y/N. “To avoid being with Mrs. Park?”

“I can’t drink every time she nags me. I already feel borderline alcoholic. So yeah, I purposefully asked Sun-Hi whenever the complaining started. There was no downside to it, was there?” She turned to Jinyoung and looked at him questioningly until he shook his head no. “See? Sun-Hi had fun, I stayed sane, Jinyoung’s parents were with us the whole day and everyone was very happy at the end of the day.”

The screen switched back to the day at the amusement park, showing several clips of the family in different rides. The footage showed all of them laughing and having fun - even Hyun Min showed teeth while grinning.

During lunch they took a break and ate the delicious food that Jinyoung’s mother had cooked for the day. Even Y/N complimented her cooking and requested to teach her some of the techniques.

Overall the day seemed very wholesome, even when some people recognised Jinyoung and asked for autographs or pictures.

“How was the day for you?”

Hyun Min had the same neutral expression for every interview and looked straight into the camera. “It was nice and showed me some other aspects of being an idol.”

“Those were?”

“Being recognised wherever you go even years after actively promoting,” Hyun Min answered quickly.

“I loved the day”, Sun-Hi interrupted with a bright smile, “mommy went on every ride with me and I wasn’t scared!”

Hyun Min snorted and messed up his little sister’s hair. “But you still screamed the loudest on every ride.”

“Because I was soooooo happy!” She stretched her arms to underline how happy she felt during the rides, making Hyun Min laugh lightly. “You were also screaming!”

“Because I was sooooo happy too!” Even though Hyun Min mocked his little sister, she just smiled and nodded eagerly.

The screen changed to Jinyoung and Y/N again. “You know, Hyun Min is a much better roller coaster seat mate than Jackson”, Jinyoung said with an amused twinkle in his eyes.

Y/N immediately snorted and held a hand in front of her mouth as soon as she started laughing loudly.

“I mean it! My arm didn’t suffer this time around!”

“You said you couldn’t feel your arm for days after that ride with Jackson.”

Jinyoung nodded, agreeing with the statement of his wife. “I will never forget that day. Jackson was really over the top back then. Do you remember the T-Espresso part?”

Y/N laughed even louder and nearly threw herself into her husband from the force behind it. “They will call you and complain about you saying that after they watched this episode.”

“Wanna make a bet who will call us first? I’d say it’s Jackson.” Jinyoung grinned teasingly.

“Oh, you’re on! Jackson has a busy schedule, so my vote is for Youngjae.” Y/N agreed and shook his hands. “They have to call one of us! We can’t call them first or it won’t count!”

“Deal.”

“And I get called a child”, Hyun Min complained from somewhere behind the camera, making his parents laugh even more. “Scary what a visit at an amusement park can do.”

Episode 10: Goodbyes

The same old intro played with the same old tune accompanying it. The same old pictures and short clips flashed over the screen and the same explanation was said again.

Then the screen switched to a dark hotel room with the ringing of a phone as the only sound coming from there. It took several more seconds before someone groaned and started to react to the annoying sound.

Jinyoung moved inside of the bed, halfway leaned over Y/N, who was still sleeping, and grabbed her phone, answering it with a groggy voice. He exchanged a few words in Korean with the person on the other end of the line, before he stiffened and looked a lot more alive than just a second ago.

He shook Y/N while still listening to that person, trying to wake her up quickly. With every passing second Jinyoung got more and more aggressive in waking his wife up.

“What?” Her voice was barely audible as her face was somewhat pressed into the pillows. She only opened one eye and looked at Jinyoung, who was talking on the phone. With a brain half asleep it took Y/N a little longer to understand he was firstly talking in Korean and secondly he was talking about one of Hyun Min’s auditions.

Y/N immediately sat up, scrambling towards Jinyoung and waiting impatiently for him to say something. She gasped inaudibly when he mouthed the word “auditions”, getting even more impatient now.

Once Jinyoung ended the call, Y/N didn’t even let him breathe when she pounced on him and asked for every little detail.

“That entertainment wants Hyun Min. He’s becoming a trainee!”

Y/N cheered loudly and fell into Jinyoung’s arms, happy that her oldest son was one more step closer to his dream of becoming an idol.

“How do you feel, knowing Hyun Min will stay in Seoul while you’re leaving?” The interviewer asked.

“Worried, excited. It’s a goodbye and not a farewell. We’re going to see each other again”, Y/N answered bravely, keeping her voice as even as possible.

The scene switched to Hyun Min waking up due to the loud cheering of his parents. Groggily he walked to their room, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake up completely.

“Baby!” Y/N screamed loudly and pulled Hyun Min by his wrist into her arms. “I’m so proud of you!”

“What for?”

“You made it! You’re becoming a trainee!”

“Cool.”

Jinyoung and Y/N halted in their cheering, surprised by that rather unenthusiastic reaction. “An entertainment called and said they wanted you to join them.”

Hyun Min’s eyes widened, finally registering the words of his parents. “I’m becoming a trainee?” Forgetting his distant and cool image, he tightly hugged his mother, thanking her over and over again for accompanying him to all the auditions.

“Your first reaction was quite small, what did you think after when your mother told you that you would become a trainee?”

“I was too tired to understand what she was saying. It really took me a few moments to realise. Honestly? I’m still stunned. This feels like a dream come true.” Hyun Min was quite talkative this time during the interview, his expression still slightly dazed from the new information.

“My baby is all grown up now”, Y/N sniffled in the background, being all teary eyed once again. 

“This is the best revelation for the final episode of the show, isn’t it?” Jinyoung added and hugged his wife.

“So many goodbyes.”

“Stop crying, mom.”

“I am not crying!”

Hyun Min scoffed and walked over to his parents and siblings. “The show may be done but we’re not. Even if I wanted to get away from you, you wouldn’t let me. Dad bought a whole apartment here and I’m sure you’ll pop up at the entertainment whenever you want to see me.” He chuckled together with Jinyoung. “There is no such thing that would stop you from seeing me.”

“Damn true!” Y/N sniffed and nodded in determination, ignoring the red brim around her eyes from the small tears. “I’ll move heaven and hell to see my little boy.”

“Also Sun-Hi would probably join you, so you won’t embarrass yourself too much by speaking Korean.”

“I will!” The small girl agreed with a bright smile.

Y/N slightly hit her son’s upper arm with a weak laugh. “God damn it, Hugh. We’re saying our goodbyes and you’re still teasing me. Who will do that now when you leave?”

“Trust me, I will find a way, mom.”

She sighed and leaned against Jinyoung’s chest, pouting at her oldest son. “I love you too.”

The screen slowly faded, leaving the wholesome family picture in the memory of its viewers before it turned dark.

“The Parks have successfully bought an apartment in Seoul and live there regularly. Hyun Min has become a trainee and is working hard to move up to an idol. He meets his family regularly because Y/N insists on seeing him at least once during their stay. Sun-Hi still hasn’t decided what she wants to become and Jae-Hwa has now learned to walk on his own, slowly outrunning his parents. Y/N has finally told Jinyoung that she decided to stop having more children since the birth of Jae-Hwa was too early for her liking and she feared the next one would come even earlier. Jinyoung accepted that decision and is now proposing adopting a fourth child at least once a day. This has been the Parks.”

[wonwoosthetic]

Get To Know Me

While you guys can still fill this out:

Get To Know You

I thought, in the meantime, I’d answer the questions you have left me so far, so you can get to know me a little bit better too!🤗 I’m not going to publish the questions directly but I’m just going to introduce myself by answering them in a text, I hope that’s okay!♥️

I’m Maddie, I’m 20 and live in Austria :) I’m currently studying English and Literature at university because I absolutely love the English language and I read A LOT😅 it’s not my dream course but it will do for now. I’m going to apply for a film university in January/February to study either Screenwriting or Production (depending on which one I get into) because it has always been a dream of mine to write my own film or tv show one day… big dream, I know… we’ll see where that goes

I got into Kpop through a friend who showed me an NCT and GOT7 music video (NCT’s Make A Wish, literally the day it came out, and GOT7 Not By The Moon, I think it was). I immediately fell in love with the visual of the music video itself and the flow of the music. Obviously I found the guys extremely attractive too😅 and I fell in love with Jaebeom’s voice right away🥰. So yeah, I haven’t been a Kpop stan for too long but I’m very passionate about it.

Fun Fact: when I found Exo and iKon, I realised that I had been listening to their songs without realising it was Kpop, haha. I used to listen to iKon kinda a lot I guess because I already knew most of their songs without knowing about them.

The first group that I really really got into was GOT7. I still think they are one of the funniest groups that has ever existed and it’s the saddest thing ever that they could have become so much bigger if it weren’t for jay why pee. I also got into EXO pretty quickly and I still really like them but with there not being much content, it’s hard to keep with them regularly, but I listen to their music all the time and at least three songs are always in my monthly playlists. After GOT7 got free in January, I’ve started focusing more on their solo stuff (ESPECIALLY JAYB AND YUGYEOM BC I LOVE THE KRNB AND KHH SCENE) and I love it!!! I found Seventeen very quickly after getting into Kpop, thanks to the Tag episode and Minghao😂 Again: once I heard some of their songs, I really felt like I’ve heard them before, especially Left & Right and Home… maybe I have, maybe it’s just my brain playing tricks on me, but the seemed so familiar and that’s actually also what drew me so much into them. The feeling of familiarity and comfort these 13 men radiate is like nothing I’ve ever seen or experienced. I went through a very tough time throughout my teenage life and honestly, I’m not sure where I would be now if it wasn’t for these guys (as well as Exo, GOT7, iKon, and many more!) being able to distract me and make me laugh and be happy… sounds cliché but it’s crazy how much music can effect and help people!

Biases? Oh god… I know I asked you to tell me about yours but choosing my own is SO HARD😅 so, first of all: definitely Wonwoo. I admired him from the start because I relate to him in a lot of ways. Minghao is definitely also one of them, as well as Jeonghan and Hoshi has been testing me a lot in the past few weeks… Mingyu too… that’s the life of a Carat I guess :) from other groups: Chanyeol, Hanbin, Bobby, Jaebeom, Yeji, Jennie, Rosé, Jin (only based on Run BTS), Soobin, Yeonjun, Sunwoo, Sangyeon, Chanhee, Sejun

There’s so many more probably😂

Talking about biases, talking about Hanbin: Minnie and the (ex) love of her life… well, unless you’re following the Alternative Ending, then it is the love of her life🤗 I based Minnie kinda off of me in some aspects because I knew that if I do that, I’ll be able to write her the best way I can because I’m just writing about what I’d do and think and stuff :) now why B.I? For one: he deserves the world and if I can give him happiness in the story, then I will. Also, Jennie and Hanbin got shipped kinda a lot I guess, so there are a lot of pictures I was and will be able to use. And yes, I’m an iKonic too! :)

About updating: I really don’t have a routine, although I wished that I’d do. I update whenever I feel like it but since I love writing a lot, I tend to get inspiration very quickly and just like to upload stuff, whether that’s Minnie chapters, Jealousy Looks Good On You, or something from my inbox 🤗 I hope that once I’ve caught up with uni stuff, I get into a routine that I can let you know about!

And lastly, my favourite songs at the moment:

A lot again… I know😅 I just screenshoted the ones that I tend to listen to non-stop at the moment, but they change almost every week😬

Oh, and, I’m doing very well at the moment because I’m so so sooooo insanely grateful for all of you and all of the sweet messages you guys sent me in the form, they actually made me tear up🥺 so yeah… I’m actually happier than I ever could be and it’s really helping me a lot, especially during this time of year♥️♥️♥️

This was so insanely long, but I really want you guys to know how much you mean to me and I want to you to feel like you know me, like we’re friends. This is a safe place, I want my blog to be safe for you to come on here and read to escape a hectic life for a bit or just to sit down and relax, or whatever else you’re doing with my writing🤭🤫

AND PLEASE, if you ever need someone to talk to OR it’s the end of your day and you want to tell someone what you did or about something that happened, do NOT, and I mean, do NOT hesitate to write me!!!! Either send me an anonymous message in my inbox or send me a private message! I’m here to make friends too, so don’t be afraid to talk to me🤗

Wow, okay, this is long enough, I’m gonna go now and continue the new Minnie chapter to get it out tonight! Have a safe and good day/night and thank for everything! You really mean a lot to me!!♥️♥️♥️

[wingsofkpop]

Hiraeth - I.X: Was it Worth it in the End? Part Two

pairing(s): Hybrid!Im Jaebeom x Reader, Witch!Mark Tuan x Reader, Werewolf!Jackson Wang x Reader, Vampire!Park Jinyoung x Reader, Supernatural!Got7 x Reader

genre: Supernatual!AU, Dark Magic!AU, very heavy Angst, eventual Smut

warnings: Mature language, violence, explicit descriptions of fighting and injury, weapons, blood and gore, brief mention of a mutilated animal corpse, minor character death, description of trauma and mental illness, brief mention of suicide, mentions of murder, satanic themes and ritual, etc. 

Trigger Warning: This chapter does contain graphic and explicit themes regarding violence, trauma, and death. Please do not read if this will harm you. This is your final warning.

word count: 10,6k

synopsis: How far are you willing to go to find out the truth about Moon Dye Bay?…

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The nighttime is hushed, almost anxious as Minho maneuvers his way past gravestones and overgrown shrubbery. It’s almost like nature itself is too afraid of accidentally provoking the witch, sensing the torpedo of dark magic and violent sorrow stirring through his veins. He peers up at the crimson moon, grateful for the illumination it provides, and continues down his path—ignorant of the cold air bleeding into his flesh. 

Minho knows this is probably not the best time for a visit, aware that his ex-covenmates are likely plotting some sort of mission to overthrow him, but he doesn’t care—he can’t care anymore. A part of him, the shameful, guilty part of his mind. actually hopes they will succeed, at least then, he would no longer have to endure the pain that comes with bearing this black magic. He can feel its poison rushing through his veins, seering his body from the inside out, killing his soul over and over and over again… 

But isn’t this what he wanted? Revenge? Retribution? Minho performed that spell to hurt the very friends that hurt him—to hurt Mark, and he got his wish… so why does it feel like the world is caving in around him, swallowing him whole? 

Once he reaches his destination, Minho collapses to his knees, unable to bear the weight of his burdens. His eyes burn with tears, but he doesn’t allow himself to cry. A silent gust of wind strokes his cheeks, painting his skin red with bitterness and anger. He welcomes the cold air, accepting the punishment, before lifting his hand to splay his fingers against the even colder surface of the headstone. 

“I’m sorry…” Minho whimpers, “It didn’t have to be like this…” 

The silence heightens his anguish—deepens the wounds in his heart. 

If he could take it all back, he would… but he can’t. 

“I wish you were here, noona…” 

His murmur is lost to the wind, but it doesn’t matter. He climbs back to his feet before sparing one final glance at the burial place of his lost friend. After a deep inhale and a wordless goodbye, Minho turns and hastily begins back toward the mausoleum. 

He was allowed this one moment of weakness—now he must get back to the horrible reality he manifested for himself. 

☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾

“Can you be any more obvious…?” 

Mark quickly awakens from his mindless trance, discovering, to his dismay, Dahyun looking down at him with a single raised, all-knowing eyebrow. He fakes a cough into his elbow before shrugging his shoulders, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“You’re kidding me, right?... You literally haven’t taken your eyes off of her since we met up in the forest.” 

Heat immediately rises to Mark’s cheeks. As if on instinct, his eyes trail back to his subject of interest, watching as you wipe the sweat from Jaebeom’s girlfriend’s forehead and neck before shifting to do the same to Felix. It’s such a simple action, but you somehow look so ethereal—almost like an angel sent from heaven. 

He curses himself for his own cheesiness, then releases a defeated sigh. 

“We got into a pretty big fight earlier.” 

“Then don’t you think you should—I don’t know—talk to her instead of staring her down like a creep?” 

“I think the last thing she wants to do is talk to me.” Mark drags a hand through his hair. “I… said some really stupid shit in the heat of the moment. She probably hates me.” 

Dahyun scoffs, “God, you are such a fucking idiot.” 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” 

“It means you need to get your ass over there and apologize to that girl.” 

Her harsh tone doesn’t falter beneath his glare, nor does her tenacious expression as the two proceed with their silent staring contest. After a minute or two, Dahyun breaks off the competition with a long, heavy sigh. Her eyes are soft when she looks back at him, and suddenly Mark finds the dried mud on his shoes a lot more interesting. 

“Mark, anyone can see how much you care about her—how much she cares about you.” Even when a gentle hand caresses his shoulder, the witch keeps his attention to the floor. “(Y/N) could never hate you—no matter how much stupid shit you pull.” She snickers, “And you pull a lot of stupid shit, so that has to account for something.”

He can’t help the amused chuckle that falls from his own lips. 

“Thanks, Dubu.” Mark says, tilting his head to finally meet the warmth of her gaze. 

“She’s a good one—a really good one, Mark.” The wolf hums, “Don’t let it be your fear that pushes her away.” She doesn’t give him a chance to reply further, pacing to a nearby corner to join a conversing Bang Chan and Yugyeom. 

Sparing the wolf trio one final glance, Mark musters up the remaining courage he has left and pushes from his perch against the kitchen countertop. He forces himself to walk in your direction—each step releasing more butterflies into the confines of his stomach. Once he reaches you, close enough to touch your turned back, he almost chickens out, content with spending the rest of the night watching you like hawk, but the sound of Felix’s breathy voice locks him in place: 

“—Channie-hyung and I have always wanted to go to Chicago… Is-Is it as windy as they say?” 

“Even windier.” You say with a laugh. “I can’t tell you how many scarves I lost, and don’t get me started on how freaking cold the winters are.”

Felix laughs too, although it resonates as more of a wheeze than anything. 

You shrug, “It’s a gorgeous city though—probably my most favorite place I’ve ever lived.” 

“Then why did you leave? If you loved it so much?” 

Mark’s interest piques when he notices how your figure grows tense at the young boy’s croak. He’s heard his fair share of stories of your heartfelt time in the Windy City, but he never quite figured out why you ultimately decided to move to Moon Dye Bay. You’ve always been reluctant to reveal certain details from your past, especially regarding your time in the foster system, but even then Mark has been able to pry the worst memories from your brain. 

This subject, however, has been a brick wall. 

“Because I couldn’t stay.” You finally answer, “It’s complicated, but something happened and basically I—” 

“(Y/N)?” 

He silently cusses as Felix interrupts your explanation, but his annoyance dissipates at the panicked expression etched along the teenager’s sweaty face. 

“What is it, Felix?” You shift your position on his bedside to better face the boy, leaning forward to place a gentle hand on his forehead. Mark can only imagine how hot the skin is to the touch. 

Felix’s words crack as they leave his lips, slicing at the witch’s heart like a dagger: 

“Am… Am I gonna die?”

“Of course not.” You immediately say, but Mark can sense the uneasiness in your tone. “Everyone is doing everything they can to help you, okay?... You’re gonna get through this, and one day you and your brother are gonna go see Chicago yourselves and try not to get blown away into the next century.” 

Felix sleepily chuckles, “Thanks, (Y/N).” 

“You should get some sleep.” The moment the command leaves your lips, Felix is already closing his eyes and diving headfirst into dreamland. Not wanting to startle you, Mark waits a couple seconds—partly to give you time to regain your composure, and partly to give himself time to think of what to say. However, he doesn’t have much of a choice when you suddenly turn, growing aware of his presence. A frown overtakes your face, and he instantly regrets ever leaving his countertop. 

“Did you need something?” 

“No—yes, I mean—shit.” Mark buries a hand in his tresses to tug at his roots, attempting to juggle between putting together the right spoken words and reminding his body to breathe. “(Y/N), I—” 

“If you came to apologize, I don’t want to hear it.” He helplessly watches as you rise from the bed before tossing your used rag on a nearby table. “I think you made yourself pretty clear back at my apartment.” 

“I shouldn’t have said what I said—” Before you can storm away, Mark latches his fingers around your wrist. “—please. Just give me a chance to explain.” 

Your shoulders rise and fall in a heavy sigh, but you make no move to tear away from his grip and he takes it as a chance to continue: 

“After my mom died, I was so fucking angry…” Mark notices your surprised gaze when you lift your head, but he doesn’t meet your eyes. “I was angry at the world, at her, at myself… and when my magic began to show up, things got a whole lot worse.” He shakes his head, “I thought about just ending it—jump into the bay or maybe drink myself to death—but then I met…” 

“Then you met Jackson.” 

“He taught me how to deal with the anger—to use it as a tool, not a weapon.” His eyes begin to burn at the countless memories that reel through his mind. “It was because of him I learned how to control my powers, and I was able to bring the coven together—hell, he was the one who told them to nominate me as Regent, which right now, seemed like the worst fucking decision on the planet.” 

Mark takes a moment to blink away his tears before taking a seat on an empty cot. He still can’t find it in himself to glance at your face, keeping his eyes trained to the wooden flooring. 

“But when Jackson had an idea, there was no stopping him.” He chuckles sarcastically, “The bastard was as stubborn as a goddamn mule.” 

“What happened to Jackson, Mark?” Your voice is both a sweet lullaby and a screeching siren against his ears. “How did he die? Really?” 

“The initial plan was to infuse enough magic into Jackson’s werewolf form so his venom would be lethal to the Primes, or at the very least, to Jinyoung. It all went smoothly in the beginning, I was able to channel enough power to complete the transformation… but something went wrong—

“—Jackson was different when he shifted. He was ruthless… He didn’t want to just kill the Primes—he wanted to slaughter every vampire along with those who protect the secrets of their existence… no matter if they were witch, werewolf, human—they all deserved to die…

“The combination of his determination and the bloodlust drove him fucking mad… If Jaebeom hadn’t ripped out his heart, there’s telling what he would have done—who he would have killed…” 

Mark leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, attempting to hide his shame beneath the curl of his bangs. “—Jaebeom may have dealt the final blow, but Jackson died because the dark magic I used turned him into a monster—he’s dead because of me…” 

Silence encompasses the room like a vice grip to the throat. For a moment, Mark believes you left him, too disgusted and ashamed to even breathe the same air as him, but the entrance of your worn boots into his vision proves otherwise. The image is replaced by your face when you kneel in front of his broken figure, laying your hands over each bicep. He notices your touch is gentle, but not hesitant, and warm—always so warm. 

“You can’t blame yourself for his death, Mark.” Mark doesn’t realize he’s crying until you wipe a tear from his cheek. “How could you have known what that spell would do? You couldn’t have—”

“Magic always comes with price—especially dark magic.” He whispers, unable to hold back more liquid sadness as it trails down his skin. “(Y/N), if I ever lost you the same way I lost Jackson, my mom, I—” 

Mark’s voice cuts out into a sob, and once your arms wind around his form, he completely breaks, releasing every ounce of repressed sadness and despair and pain into the crook of your neck. He knows he’s selfish for melting into your embrace—for consuming your comfort like a demon expelled from the heavens—but he doesn’t care. 

When you guide his eyes to meet your own, Mark can spot the glassiness of your own orbs in the artificial light—along with enough compassion and ardor to send another flood of tears down his face. 

“I’m not going anywhere, okay?” You affirm, your tone unwavering and stern. “I’m here—and no matter how many times you fall, I’m gonna be here to pick you up…

“I’m here, Mark… Do you understand me?” 

He nods with a sniffle, tightly squeezing your hands between his own. 

“I’m sorry.” 

You smile at his apology. 

“I’m sorry too… for everything.” 

“Just… No more secrets. For real, this time.” 

“For real, this time.” Mark’s heart rate picks up when he suddenly notices how close his face is to yours. From this angle, he can count the constellations glistening within your eyes and map the delicate curves of your facial features. If he were to lean just an inch closer, just one tiny inch, his lips would be on your own—

“Sorry to interrupt, but we have an issue.” At Yugyeom’s statement, you and Mark immediately wrench away from one another, almost as if having been caught engaging in forbidden territory. Mark pretends he doesn’t miss the weight of your hands inside his own as he rises from the cot, making sure to put an appropriate amount of distance between his and your shoulders. 

He clears his throat before humming, “What’s going on?” 

“Chan wants to go and find Chaeyoung’s body.” Although Yugyeom’s face remains neutral, Mark can see the sadness lingering within his eyes at the mention of his fallen packmate. “He doesn’t remember exactly where she was, so him, Dahyun, and I are going to search the forest.” 

You immediately shake your head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Sunrise isn’t for at least another hour, and we have no way of knowing Youngjae broke the curse yet.” 

“I’m with (Y/N) on this one, Gyeom.” Mark agrees, “We’re safest here in the bunker.” 

“We can’t just leave her out there. I mean, she—” Yugyeom cuts himself off with a heavy sigh, before continuing in a softer tone, “You know how it feels to lose someone, hyung… Chaeyoung is—was… our family.” 

Mark takes a moment of silence to ponder, conflicted between his common sense and Yugyeom’s pleading gaze. As you said, sunrise is an hour away—but Youngjae, the coven and the Primes should have overthrown Minho by now, right? Plus, he literally blew Changbin’s head off with that shotgun. There’s no way his body could regenerate that quickly… 

“We’re all staying together.” He finally says, moving toward the kitchenette to grab his weapon from its perch on the counter. “And if anything seems shady, it’s an immediate retreat.” 

Yugyeom delivers a nod before heading off to gather the other wolves. Mark moves toward the bunker exit, but is stopped by your form. A heavy sigh cascades from his lips—just from your expression, he knows this conversation isn’t going to go his way. 

“(Y/N)—” 

“If you’re gonna tell me I can’t go with you, don’t even bother.” 

He shakes his head, “It’s too dangerous…” 

“If someone tells me that one more goddamn time—” He can’t help the tiny smile that spreads across his face at the sassy way you roll your eyes. And he doesn’t protest when you move to follow Dahyun up the ladder. 

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Youngjae inhales a deep breath, taking the moment to feel his lungs expand, before releasing the air in an even deeper exhale. Even with the relaxation attempt, his body remains tense and his thoughts disorderly. He can’t help but feel as if Minho is waiting somewhere in the darkness of the crypt, ready to pounce on him like a predator to its prey. 

Would he toy with his catch first? Or would he skip the pleasantries and go right in for the kill? 

A hand appears on his shoulder, wrenching Youngjae from his morbid daydream. He angles his head to meet Lia’s concerned gaze and immediately tries to mask his fear beneath an expression of indifference. Unsurprisingly, the female witch sees right through his facade:

“I’ve known you practically my whole life, Youngjae. Whatever it is, you can’t hide it from me.” 

His shoulders sag in defeat as a sigh blows past his lips. 

“I’m just… worried about Mark-hyung. He’s powerless out there.”

“Mark is smart—he’ll know what to do if he finds himself in trouble.” 

“And if he doesn’t?... I-I mean, what if Minho or Changbin found him before he could warn the pack? He could be dead for all we know—” 

Lia silences his desperate quip with a shake of her head, “You shouldn’t think like that right now—” 

“What else am I supposed to do?” Youngjae runs a frustrated hand through his hair before gesturing toward the main exit of their underground penitentiary. “Even with yours and Jisung’s energy, I don’t have enough power to take down the barrier spell.” 

“Help is on the way—” 

“How do you know that for sure?” 

Lia remains silent, simply continuing to stare at Youngjae. He feels almost uncomfortable beneath her gaze, resisting the urge to shrink back and become one with the shadows. 

“I don’t know… but I have faith.” She murmurs after a brief moment. “We’ve lost a lot, but I still believe that we’ll all somehow manage to come out of this alive. You should try doing the same.” 

With that, Lia leaves to speak with a dangerously quiet Jisung. Youngjae spares the pair a single glance before heading toward the crypt entryway. A single beam of moonlight illuminates the exit stairway, almost as if mocking him about his inability to escape the dingy prison. 

Youngjae knows Lia is right—of course she’s right. Worrying about the possible pitfalls of this plan won’t help him, or Mark, or anyone. He can only pray that his mentor safely found his way out of the cemetery and is sending backup right this very moment. 

He needs to have hope, if nothing else. 

“What if we somehow lure Minho down here?” Youngjae’s thoughts quiet at Lia’s suggestion, angling his head to meet her gaze. “Technically Youngjae just needs to touch him to siphon his magic… so why don’t we bring him to us?” 

“Minho-hyung won’t step past the barrier.” Jisung dissents, dragging his fingers through his already tousled hair. “He probably knows we’re planning something against him, so there’s no way he’ll believe whatever ruse we try to pull.” 

“Then we have no choice. Youngjae, are you sure you can’t take down the spell?” 

Youngjae sullenly shakes his head. 

“Is there something else you can siphon? Maybe the crypt itself?” 

“The crypt was built by humans.” He answers, “I can only draw power from the supernatural—”

“Then it’s a good thing my dear brother and I weren’t turned into superwolf bait.” 

Youngjae, along with the other witches, nearly leaps a foot in the air at the sudden voice. He whirls around to face the stairwell, which to his surprise, is now occupied by the last person he ever expected to see: 

Im Jaebeom. 

Jisung chokes, scurrying backward into the shadows as the hybrid approaches the trio. After taking purchase against the doorway, he offers his signature sly smirk. 

“Evening, Harry Potter and friends… Funny meeting you down here.” 

“Now is not the time for games, hyung.” Youngjae breathes a sigh of relief as Jinyoung’s voice echoes throughout the stone walls. Seconds later, he comes hustling down the staircase before shoving Jaebeom out of the way. The vampire then peers into the crypt, his gaze burning with the determination of a man at war. “Is anyone hurt?” 

“No. We’re okay.” Lia steps forward. “If you’re here, I’m guessing Mark reached the wolf pack?” 

“Your guess is correct.” Jinyoung nods, placing a hand against the invisible doorway. “My brother and I will do everything we can to help disarm the rogue, but I think it’d be best to free you all first.” 

Youngjae joins the conversation. “I can take down the barrier spell, but I’ll need to draw energy from one of you to do so.” 

“Let’s do this quickly then.” Jinyoung goes to roll up the sleeve of his white shirt, but is halted by his immortal companion. Surprise filters through Youngjae’s veins as Jaebeom shrugs the leather jacket from his shoulders with a huff: 

“With my luck, he’ll drain you dry and I’ll have to deal with this voodoo fucker myself. I think it’s best we use my energy—sorry not sorry.” 

“Alright, then.” Youngjae hums, “I’ll need you to push through the barrier just enough that I can touch you… It’s gonna hurt. A lot.” 

“Good thing I’m a sadomasochist.” Jaebeom snickers at his brother’s unamused expression, “Too much?” 

“Move your hand through that goddamn barrier before I throw you to the superwolf myself.” 

The hybrid rolls his eyes, but follows Jinyoung’s instructions and proceeds to force his limb past the invisible blockade. He remains silent, but Youngjae can spy the uncomfortable twitch of his eyebrow and the tension along his stone-cold features. Blood begins to bud along his knuckles like a patch of blooming roses before flowing down his pale skin the more he presses against the barrier.

The siphoner raises his hand in preparation. “Just a bit more.” 

A mere couple seconds later, Youngjae feels Jaebeom’s bloody flesh brush against his own. The skin-to-skin contact is slight, but enough, allowing the hybrid’s energy to spread through his veins like wildfire. Youngjae almost cries in relief as the magic conquers his entire body—a new kind of hope sparking somewhere within his chest. 

“Phasmatos Siprum… Emnis Abortum…” Youngjae murmurs, positioning both hands against the invisible wall. He feels it crumbling beneath his fingertips, unable to withstand the power flowing through his figure. “Fasila Quisa Exilum San… Fasila Quisa Exilum San…”

A proud grin stretches along his features as the barrier buckles, then completely shatters. With Lia and Jisung in tow, Youngjae beelines out of the crypt and into the stairwell where Jaebeom, who’s cleaning the crimson from his knuckles, and Jinyoung reside. The latter nods, which Youngjae is quick to return. 

“‘Kay, they’re free… Now what?” 

“Now we find Minho and end this once and for all.” Lia answers, not sparing the hybrid a glance as she dashes up the stairs. Youngjae and the rest of the group try to keep up with the female witch as best as they can, not faltering until they reach the surface. The cemetery is quiet when they emerge from the crypt, Youngjae notices—almost too quiet. 

He takes a short moment to breathe in the fresh night air before turning to a tense Jinyoung, “I need to get close enough to siphon Minho’s magic to perform the counterspell. You think you and your brother can find me a way in?” 

Jinyoung nods. “You can count on us.” 

“Stay close…” Lia warns with a sigh, “I wouldn’t be surprised if the bastard already knows we’re free—” 

Lightning suddenly strikes a mere few feet from where Lia is standing, earning a chorus of screams and surprised gasps from the witch trio. Youngjae watches as Jinyoung speeds forward, grabbing Lia just in time to avoid being burnt to a crisp by a second bolt. With Jisung at his side, Youngjae quickly takes shelter underneath the overhang of a nearby tomb as even more lightning bombards the earth. He surveys the area, searching for the perpetrator responsible for the weather abnormalities. 

“Minho!...” Lia screeches from behind a large tree, her tone far less than friendly. “Quit being a fucking coward! Come out here and face us goddamnit!...” 

Youngjae huddles closer to Jisung as the wind suddenly picks up, ripping at his hair and clothing like a vengeful spirit. He moves to speak to his younger companion, but his words die on his tongue as the subject of the hour waltzes into view. The heavy gusts don’t seem to affect him, though that’s no surprise since the wretched weather is his doing. 

Minho smirks, “They say lightning never strikes one place twice… You must be really special then, Lia.” 

“Oh fuck off! We’re tired of playing your stupid games!” 

“This only ends one way, Minho—” Jinyoung says, cautiously moving from Lia’s side to approach the powerful witch. His steps, however, are halted by another vicious bolt of electricity. Youngjae attempts to make out Jaebeom’s form through the blurriness of his wind-induced tears, but the hybrid is nowhere to be found. “—so we can do it the easy way, or the hard way! The choice is yours!” 

“Last I checked, this isn’t your fight, Prime.”

“It became my fight the moment you threatened my family and my friends!” 

Minho snickers, “Trust me, I had every intention of ridding this town of you and your brother’s filth.” 

“Was it also your intention to kill an innocent werewolf girl!?” Youngjae’s heart drops at the vampire’s following statement. “Son Chaeyoung is dead because of Changbin—because of you!” 

“Every war has its casualties.” 

“And what of Felix!? Will his death just be another trivial loss in your obsession for revenge!?” 

This time, Youngjae notices the cockiness melt from Minho’s features into something akin to trepidation. The wailing of the wind picks up to a screech, nearly drowning out the dark-haired witch’s weak inquiry, “What are you talking about?”

“Felix was bitten… and is dying as we speak!” Jinyoung shakes his head frantically. “Do you believe he deserves this, Minho!? Do you believe Chaeyoung deserved to die!?... You can fix this—make this right!” 

Minho remains silent, and for a moment, Youngjae wonders if the witch will actually come to his senses and call off this whole ordeal. But just as soon as it appeared, the pained look along his features transitions into something more sinister.   

“We’re all gonna die someday, so what does it even fucking matter!?” 

“Are you hearing yourself!?” Lia screams from behind a nearby tree, “Look what you’ve become, Minho! How would Nayeon see you right now!” 

“Don’t bring her into this!” Minho’s hiss blends with the moans of the wind. Massive raindrops begin to pelt down against the earth, immediately soaking Youngjae to the bone. For the first time, he notices the dark witch’s position in relation to his own. Realistically, Youngjae can be at Minho’s side in mere milliseconds, before he has a chance to blink. If only he can get him to move a bit closer… 

As if reading his thoughts, Jinyoung attempts to coax the witch another step forward. 

“Please, Minho… I don’t wish to hurt you.”

The latter shakes his head with a chuckle. “It’s too fucking bad that you think you can.” 

Minho raises his hand, harshly forcing the vampire down against the muddy earth. Youngjae watches in horror as Jinyoung’s limbs begin to contort and rearrange against his own will—the sound of cracking bones and the vampire’s pained groans filling his ears like a haunting melody. He forces his gaze away from the gruesome sight and prepares to advance on the dark witch, but Jisung stops him with a hand to his shoulder: 

“Not yet, hyung.” 

“But Jinyoung—” 

“Trust me.” His eyes are wide with determination—Youngjae can’t remember a time he’s ever seen Jisung so fierce. “I have a plan. Wait here until my signal.” 

Though filled with confusion, Youngjae does as the young witch requests and stays in place while Jisung himself carefully maneuvers his way through gravestones and buildings, attempting to remain out of sight. A sudden burst of lightning cracks through the atmosphere, and at first, Youngjae fears Jisung has been caught, but quickly realizes Minho has his sights set on another party: 

“I was wondering when you’d join the fun—I looked forward to tearing your bitch-ass apart.” 

“I would say I’m flattered, but I rather like my ass.” Jaebeom saunters across a nearby rooftop. In the midst of the storm, he almost reminds Youngjae of a superhero—or more likely in his case, the psychotic supervillain. “Look, you’ve had your fun, kid. Now I suggest you release my brother and cut out all this petty-teenage bullshit before I break your body in places you never thought possible.” 

“That’s it?... And here I thought you’d want the antidote?” 

Jaebeom’s face darkens. 

“...So there is a cure?” 

“Of course. Every spell has its loophole.” Minho finally lowers his hand, ceasing the painful reconstruction of Jinyoung’s skeleton. Youngjae watches in confusion as the former retracts something from his pocket—some sort of vial, it seems—and offers it toward the hybrid. “The blood which Changbin drank to turn—it’ll heal anyone fallen victim to his bite.” 

“You better hand that over before I rip your teeth from your skull.” Jaebeom growls darkly, hopping down from his overhead perch.

The witch shakes his head, “Not so fast, Mr. Wolf… See, there was only so much left—enough to heal one lucky soul.” 

“You’re a sick fucking bastard,” Jaebeom spits. “You wanted this to happen—”

“Your little bloodsucking girlfriend is dying, isn’t she?” Minho tosses the vial toward the hybrid, who effortlessly catches it between two trembling fingers. “If you want to save her life, then I suggest you go before the venom does its job.” 

“Jaebeom-hyung, don’t—!” Jinyoung gasps, slithering across the muddy earth like an earthworm lost to the world. 

“You know she doesn’t have much time—” 

“We can’t do this without you—we need you!... I need you, hyung!”  

Jaebeom, staring at the tiny container in his grasp, doesn’t reply to his incapacitated companion. Youngjae curses the smirk that spreads across Minho’s face—a sign of victory—and attempts to spot Jisung and Lia somewhere between the ferocious raindrops. He has no such luck, and instead decides to pray for a miracle instead. 

“If you hadn’t fucked around with the few people I care about, I might have actually liked you.” Jaebeom murmurs with a sigh before tucking the vial into his pocket and sending the dark witch a malicious sneer. “Well isn’t that too fucking bad.” 

Youngjae leaps almost ten feet in the air as lightning strikes for what seems like the millionth time, although this time, it’s inches from where Minho is standing. After searching the area, Youngjae discovers Lia and Jisung across the way, hands clasped, eyes bright with passion, uttering some sort of offensive charm. Minho attempts to sprint in the opposite direction, but Jaebeom easily tackles the witch before he can get far. 

“Now Youngjae-hyung! Do it now!” 

At Jisung’s cue, Youngjae takes off into the rain. The bitter feel of Mother Nature’s tears against his skin quickens his movements, wanting nothing more then to end this hurricane, both literally and figuratively, once and for all. He reaches Minho in what seems like hours and hurries to grab his wrist—but just like the tides during a storm, the tables quickly turn. 

At the wave of Minho’s hand, Jaebeom goes flying across the cemetery, crashing into a stone statue and collapsing into the resulting rumble. White-hot pain spreads through Youngjae’s veins like a poison, freezing his muscles and immobilizing his limbs from any further movement. He collapses to the ground, where mud immediately clings to his clothing.

Minho rises to his feet before stepping on Youngjae’s hand with a cackle, “Don’t you fuckers get it!? I’m untouchable! You can’t fucking win!” 

“That’s where you’re wrong, Minho…” Youngjae chuckles, curling his fingers around the tread of the dark witch’s boot. Minho realizes his mistake as soon as the former’s hand begins to glow, foolishly attempting to squirm from his touch. 

Thunder roars in the distance as Youngjae grins in triumph: 

“Because unlike you… we’re not alone.” 

The last thing Youngjae sees before he loses consciousness is a flash of white and the bewildered face of the dark witch as he collapses beside him.   

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“I take it Mark apologized?...” You nearly leap out of your own skin at the sudden inquiry. With a less than agitated frown, you turn to acknowledge the culprit for your almost heart attack. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear some of these supernaturals have powers of teleportation or something… 

“Goddamnit, Dahyun. Not all of us have superwolf hearing.” 

“Sorry, dearie. Force of habit.” The she-wolf offers an apologetic smile, moving forward to hook her arm with your own. She allows Yugyeom, Chan and Mark to gain a bit of distance ahead before repeating again, “So Mark…?” 

“We both talked it out and apologized… so everything’s okay now.” You hum—the tiny fib leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. 

Truthfully, your encounter with Mark left you conflicted. Of course, you’re more than glad he finally opened up about his past, and even more glad that he trusts you enough to reveal his lingering feelings of trauma, but there’s still a pretty big fucking elephant in the room—one involving his dead best friend and the fact you can talk to him beyond the grave. 

You should have told him then and there—right after you promised to abolish all secrets—but something inside you couldn’t do it… and you don’t know why. 

“Why are you so interested in Mark and I’s relationship anyway?” You utilize your curiosity as a distraction from the guilt breathing down your neck, angling your neck to peer at Dahyun’s side profile. “Is there… history between you two?” 

“No, no—nothing like that. Mark and I have just known each other since we were kids. Our moms were close friends, so Mark, Yugyeom and I pretty much grew up together.” 

“He never told me that.” 

“Don’t take it personal, sweetheart. Mark doesn’t like to talk about his past—” Dahyun sighs, “—too many bad memories between his dad and the bullshit that happened with his mom. He’ll come around eventually… he just needs more time.” 

“I know his mom passed when he was a teenager, but Mark never actually mentioned how she died…” You bite your lip, sending a curious glance to your wolf companion. “It’s really not fair to ask you, but—” 

“Mark found her in their own kitchen with her entire throat ripped open.” Dahyun’s blunt answer leaves your throat dry, unable to speak another word if you wanted to. “The sheriff ruled it as an animal attack, but I’m sure you’re smart enough to figure out what really happened.” 

Your heart sinks, and you choose not to say anything further. 

“Dahyun! (Y/N)! Don’t get too far behind!” Chan’s voice echoes from somewhere up ahead. With the black of night beginning to fade, you can just make out his, Yugyeom, and Mark’s silhouettes a couple dozen feet away. Dahyun gives your forearm a gentle squeeze before releasing your conjoined limbs to catch up with her packmates. You do the same, meeting an armed Mark about halfway. 

His eyes glitter with concern underneath the fading starlight. 

“Everything okay…?” 

“Yeah, Dahyun and I were just catching up.” You inhale a deep breath before releasing it in an even heavier exhale. “But there is something I need to talk to you about—about Jackson and the whole resurrection thing.” 

Mark shakes his head, “You have every right to make your own decisions, (Y/N), but I wish you and Youngjae would have come to me.” 

“I know that, but it was more complicated than that—” You try to gather your thoughts while also attempting to make sense of your words. “I couldn’t tell you because, well—because Jackson told—” 

“Mark-hyung! We’ve got an issue!” Yugyeom’s warning immediately cuts off your explanation. Mark shoots you an apologetic glance before hurrying the two of you forward to join the wolf trio. It only takes seconds for you to distinguish the cause of the beta’s distress. 

A deer carcass lays precariously on the forest floor, and albeit it’s practically torn to shreds, you can just make out a single word carved into its bloody flesh: 

Die. 

“Shit—we need to go. Now.” 

“We’ve already come this far. Chae should be around here somewhere.” Chan ignores Mark’s directive, stepping over the animal corpse to traverse further through the forest. He barely takes a step before the witch is grabbing his wrist. “Let me go, hyung.” 

“Don’t be an idiot.” 

“Don’t tell me what to—”

“Shut the fuck up. Both of you.” Dahyun quietly hisses, “Listen.” 

You try to do as the she-wolf says, but all that meets your ears is the combination of your own labored breathing and uneven pulse. Judging by the confused expression along Mark’s face, he’s probably dealing with the same situation. 

“What is it?” 

“We’re being watched.” Yugyeom answers Mark’s inquiry in a whisper. “Mark, you and (Y/N) need to find somewhere to hide right now—Chan, Dubu, get ready to fight—”

As soon as the command leaves Yugyeom’s lips, Mark takes you by the arm and drags you behind a broad tree trunk. You fish Jinyoung’s pocket knife from your pocket while Mark cocks his shotgun in preparation. Who knew the day would come that you’d actually be grateful for the presence of two dangerous weapons…  

“If anything goes wrong—you run like hell, got it?” 

You shake your head at Mark’s demand. “I’m not just going to leave you—”  

“Yugyeom! Above you!” At Chan’s warning, you’re suddenly shoved to the ground by the witch, watching in horror as a deranged Changbin descends from the treetops onto the beta himself. His skin is a sickly ashen shade, and his black veins so prominent it would make a nurse weep. There’s no human emotion left inside his dark eyes as he strikes Yugyeom over and over again with his lengthy sharp talons, tearing open his skin like a birthday present—he’s a complete animal. 

“Bin, stop!” Chan throws his arms around Changbin’s shoulders in an attempt to pull him from Yugyeom, winding a tight arm around his throat before thrusting a knee against his spine. “Think about what you’re doing!” 

With Dahyun’s assistance, the two wolves manage to separate the dark wolf from that of Yugyeom’s wounded self. Even so, Changbin clearly does not appreciate being stolen away from his prey. He easily escapes from Chan’s hold, landing a couple heavy hits against the latter’s nose before shoving him to the ground. Dahyun takes the moment to strike, bringing the dark wolf to kneel with a harsh kick to his knee, but the action does minimal damage. Changbin punts the she-wolf a dozen feet away as if she weighs nothing. You wince as Dahyun connects with a nearby tree trunk with a vocal thud before dropping to the ground with no movements of rejoining the fight. 

“Shit…” You curse to yourself, “They won’t be able to take him down by themselves—he’s too fucking strong.” 

“Watch your ears.”  You notice Mark aiming his gun toward the dark wolf, waiting for an opportunity with his finger on the trigger. At his discretion, you cover your ears just in time for him to fire a first and second shot. A ferocious growl echoes through the trees, spreading goosebumps across your flesh like wildfire. 

You watch both Chan and Yugyeom take advantage of Changbin’s distraction. The alpha delivers a swift, yet heavy hit against his wounded shoulder while the beta goes for his legs. Similar to Dahyun, they manage to pin Changbin to the forest floor. For a moment, you almost believe the fight has concluded in your team’s favor—but the tides shift. In the blink of an eye, Chan is impaled with a large jagged branch and sent tumbling into some foliage whereas Yugyeom is dealt punch after strike after kick, unable to escape the barrage of Changbin’s wrath. He eventually, like the former two, collapses to the earth and makes no move to rise. 

Changbin cracks his neck before stalking toward where you and your companion stand. 

“Mark—” 

“I got it!” Mark quickly feeds another couple shells into the shotgun barrel, cocks the weapon, then aims down sight. He manages to sink a bullet into your target’s abdomen, followed by another in his bicep, but Changbin merely releases an annoyed snarl and continues charging forward. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—(Y/N), move!” You leap out of the way just in time to avoid a powerful strike. Changbin’s hand splinters the trunk of the tree, sending pieces of bark in every direction. A particular shard catches the bridge of your nose, causing blood to warmly cascade down your skin. You quickly wipe the liquid from your right eye, ignoring the nausea fluttering inside your gut, before focusing back on the situation at hand. 

You look up in time to watch Mark swing his shotgun harshly against Changbin’s skull. Taking advantage of his disorientation, you rush forward to stab your pocket knife into the wolf’s back. Changbin practically roars in fury, angling backward to land a hit to your face before you have time to react. The force of his strike throws you to the ground, a sharp pain lingering in your left cheek. 

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Mark throws himself against Changbin, delivering hit after hit to anything and anywhere. Still, Mark’s human strength does little to outbeat the dark wolf, and you watch in horror as Changbin effortlessly pins the witch against his chest with a bloody hand around his throat.  You desperately search for something, anything, in hopes of saving Mark from whatever deadly fate awaits Changbin’s bloodlust, but fate doesn’t seem to be on your side.

“Changbin—please don’t do this!” You cry, praying to some type of deity that the wolf is sane enough to understand your words. Even so, your confidence is low, seeing as talking clearly had no effect during your last encounter, but you’re fresh out of options at this point. “You know this isn’t who you are!” 

To your surprise, Changbin actually answers, “You don’t know anything about me.” 

“Maybe not, but I know you don’t actually want to hurt anyone…” You cautiously rise to your feet with a shake of your head, wary of the tight hold Changbin currently has on Mark’s jugular. “Your thoughts are all sorts of fucked up right now because of the dark magic, so why don’t you just let Mark go and we can—” 

“Don’t you fucking get it! This fucker—” He yanks at Mark with more force than necessary, “—took everything from me! He took my pack, my alpha—the only people I ever felt safe with!” 

“I understand you—” 

“No, you don’t!” Changbin wails, “You can’t even imagine how I feel! How fucking hard it is to wake up in a world you know you’ll never belong! How much it fucking hurts just to go on and pretend like everything’s normal when it’s fucking not!” 

“Tell him it’s okay to feel angry—” You whirl your head around to find a seemingly exhausted, yet wild-eyed Jackson Wang at your side. “—but none of this was Mark’s fault.” 

You’re mortified at first, having never encountered the ghost anywhere outside your bedroom—but whether it’s the desperation etched along his features, or the flush of purple that overtakes Mark’s complexion—you quickly transfer back to reality: 

“Changbin, it’s perfectly normal to feel angry and cheated, but this wasn’t Mark’s fault—deep down, I think you know that.”

“What does it fucking matter anymore? I’m all alone anyways.” The pure agony etched along his face has your heart splitting in two. 

You’ve never seen a creature so strong and so powerful look so… vulnerable. 

“You said the exact same thing to me when we first met…” Jackson murmurs softly.

“You told Jackson you were alone at one point too…” 

An obvious wave of tense silence washes through the forest, making the beat of your heart that much more prominent in your ears. 

Changbin’s whisper is dark—dangerous. “How the fuck do you know that?” 

“Because… Because he’s here, Changbin.” You say, your eyes meeting Mark’s as the words leave your tongue. “You’re not alone because Jackson is still here.” 

You don’t know what kind of reaction you expected from your revelation, but it certainly is not the heinous laughter that spills from the dark wolf’s lips. 

“You must have lost your goddamn mind… Jackson-hyung is dead!” 

“Maybe physically, but his spirit still remains.” 

“You mean—” You turn to discover a bewildered Yugyeom unsteadily leaning against a tree, “—his… ghost? You—You can see his ghost?” 

You nod.   

Changbin sneers with a low growl. “I don’t fucking believe you.” 

“There’s a cliffside back along the bay about twenty miles from the lodge,” Jackson begins, his tone a blend of nostalgic and sorrowful. “Changbin and I used to go there to watch the full moon rise before we turned into our wolf forms… I-I’ve missed that so much…” 

“You and Jackson would always watch the full moon rise on a cliff overlooking the bay before you transitioned,” You repeat. “He says he misses those moments with you…”

“Stop it!” Changbin frantically shakes his head, “You’re lying!” 

“He’s here, Changbin… He’s really here.” You move forward again, more confidently this time, and raise your hands in a sympathetic gesture. “And the last thing he wants is for you to make the same mistakes he did, so please—let Mark go and let us help you…” 

It’s as if time freezes for a moment. Changbin seems to fight a battle with himself—countless emotions rushing through his teary eyes. You watch the dark wolf glance toward an unconscious Dahyun and Chan, then to a silent Yugyeom, before finally setting his focus back to you. You can only pray your face reflects the hope swirling throughout your veins—pray that Changbin will do the right thing. 

To your delight, the blackness of his veins gradually begin to fade and the sharp claws protruding from his fingertips recede. You don’t realize you’ve been holding your breath until Changbin finally retracts his hold from Mark’s neck. You’re quick to take the unsteady witch in your own arms before sending the now normal wolf a thankful smile. 

“Thank you, Changbin…” 

He nods shyly before wiping a couple tears from his cheeks. You watch as Yugyeom cautiously makes his way toward the younger boy, murmurs something, then tugs the latter into a tight embrace that pulls even more liquid sadness from his eyes. The sight has your heart melting into a puddle of warmth—the emotion doesn’t last though, not when Mark’s dark croak enters your ears:

“You… can see Jackson…” 

You shrug sheepishly, “I wanted to tell you, but he said not to… He didn’t want to hurt you anymore than he already had.” 

Mark remains silent. You try to search for his features for some kind of anger or disappointment, but are only awarded with his surface level blank stare. Worry flooding through your veins, you look to Jackson for any possible guidance, but the ghost merely shakes his head. 

After a couple tense seconds or so, Mark finally murmurs, “Jack… I—I’m so sorry. For everything.” 

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Jackson says immediately, “If only I had listened to you, then maybe things would have played out different.” 

“He says it wasn’t your fault—he should have listened to you.”

“We both made some pretty shitty mistakes.” Mark hums, “I miss you, man. So fucking much.” 

You don’t wait for Jackson to reply, already knowing his answer. 

“He misses you too, Mark. Just as much.”

“How is this even possible…?” You and Mark turn to find the shocked gaze of Yugyeom, who is closely followed by the despair of that belonging to Changbin. “Supernaturals can’t even see spirits, much less mortals…” 

“We never exactly figured that out. Jackson said he felt drawn to me from the Other Side—he kind of just showed up in my bedroom the night after Mina and Momo died.” 

“Any contact with the dead usually requires some sort of spell or medium.” Mark bites his lip in confusion. “I’ve never seen anything like this before, not even in any of my mother’s grimoires—”

“Jackson!” Your body grows rigid as Jackson suddenly collapses to the ground with a pained groan. You hurry forward, kneeling next to the man, and reach for his shoulder. The realization of his phantom existence hits you like a bag of bricks when your fingers phase through his form. You settle for calling his name again instead, “Jackson—what’s wrong?” 

“What the hell is going on?” You hear Changbin stress from somewhere behind you, but your focus is completely on the ghost in question. 

Jackson lifts his head with a gasp, revealing a line of blood dripping from his nose. “I-It’s the witches!... They know about our plans—they’re trying to force me back to the Other Side—”

“(Y/N)?” 

You shake your head feverishly, “It’s, uh, it’s the witches on the Other Side—they don’t like Jackson crossing over, so they’re trying to bring him back…” 

Mark nods. “Witches, dead or alive, will do anything to maintain the balance of nature.” 

“(Y/N)—shit—I don’t have a lot of time—” Your chest tightens at the urgency behind Jackson’s words. “I know so much just went down, but—” 

“Don’t worry, Jack. I won’t let you disappear again.” You affirm before climbing to your feet to face your new subject of interest. “Mark—I need you to perform the resurrection spell.” 

“Woah, wait—” Mark shakes his head, “(Y/N), I can’ t—” 

“If we don’t resurrect him now, then Jackson is gone forever!” Your warning spreads a new tension across the atmosphere, manifesting in the form of sullen and panicked expressions. “Please, Mark—we have a chance to bring him back!” 

“I can’t do the spell because I don’t have any magic…” Your heart sinks at Mark’s revelation. “Minho absorbed all my magical energy back at the graveyard… I’m so sorry, Jackson…” 

“Hold on, you told me that there’s different types of magic…” You push, “Can’t you draw energy from something? Like the forest, or the moon, or, or—”

“Or me.” You turn, discovering the speaker of the response to be none other than a determined Changbin. “Minho-hyung’s spell may be gone, but I can still feel the magical energy lingering through my body.” 

Mark hesitates, “I-I don’t know if it will work… and if something goes wrong—” 

“Do you want Jackson-hyung back or not?...” 

A moment of silence passes after Changbin’s question. You keep an eye on a repeatedly wincing Jackson, and the other on the witch’s face, attempting to decipher his thoughts inside the glow of his gaze. For a moment, you wonder if Mark will even provide an answer, until the words finally leave his lips: 

“Fuck the balance of nature. I’ll bring you back, Jackson—I promise.” 

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Jinyoung stares at the sun as it gradually rises past the horizon, bathing his skin in a warm, celebratory light. His gaze wavers across the cemetery to the notorious mausoleum, where he watches Lia and Jisung carefully assist a barely conscious Youngjae past the doorway. After this crazy night, the siphoner definitely deserves a good, long rest. Then again, so does everyone else. 

He releases a heavy sigh before shifting away from the witch trio. After sparing one final glance to the sunrise, Jinyoung allows his feet to carry him through the early morning glow, past countless tombstones and other structures, and settles beside a second figure in front of a particular burial site. He silently reads the engravings along the headstone before addressing his companion without so much as a glimpse: 

“I assumed you would be halfway back to the bunker by now.” 

Jaebeom doesn’t respond, not that Jinyoung really expects him to. He peers at the hybrid through the corner of his eye, attempting to seek meaning beyond his blank features. Centuries later, Jinyoung still can’t predict the workings of Jaebeom’s inner thoughts. Especially when it comes to the situation at hand. 

“Mark called. Changbin is no longer affected by Minho’s spell.” He explains, “They’re also preparing a ritual to resurrect Jackson Wang—” 

“Tzuyu…?” 

Jinyoung’s chest tightens as the name falls from Jaebeom’s lips. 

“Their youngest, Ryujin, is looking after both her and Felix.”

“So she’s still alive…?” 

“It seems so.” 

A brief moment of silence passes between the pair. The earth grows brighter and brighter as the seconds roll by, reminding Jinyoung that time is a friend to no one. 

“Hyung, did you… truly switch off your humanity?” 

“I did, at first.” Jaebeom’s answer is quiet, and Jinyoung can detect the subtle hint of vulnerability hidden beneath his gruff tone. “But I guess I can never completely turn it off.” 

“It’s alright to feel, hyung—be it anger… or passion… or fear…” 

Jinyoung notices Jaebeom shift uncomfortably before glancing down at the glass vial in the palm of his hand. For once, he can actually distinguish the emotions present within the hybrid’s dark eyes. The knowledge only jabs at his heart. 

“Everything is taken care of, right?” 

“The night has ended, and Minho is safely sealed away in the crypt.” Jinyoung nods, “We live to see another day.”

He watches his companion tuck the precious vial into the pocket of his jeans before turning away from the headstone. Jinyoung is not sure where the urge comes from, but he abandons his perch, grabbing Jaebeom’s shoulder before he can leave the cemetery. He ignores the hybrid’s confused expression and pulls him into a tight embrace. 

“Thank you for staying, hyung…” Jinyoung’s murmur is slightly muffled against the fabric of his jacket, but he knows his companion heard them loud and clear. 

Jaebeom hesitates for a moment, clearly taken aback by the sudden act, but eventually winds his arms loosely around Jinyoung’s back with a gentle murmur of his own:

“You will always be my family, Jinyoung… Always and forever…”  

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“I’ve never used magic like this before, so I can’t promise this will work.” Mark glances to where he assumes Jackson’s spirit is located inside the white circle makeshifted out of a bag of flour Dahyun managed to find in a bunker cabinet, before glancing to the companion at his side. “You sure you’re up for this? It’ll feel like I’m literally sucking the life force out of your body…” 

Changbin nods, “If it means bringing Jackson-hyung back.” 

“Okay, then.” Mark turns to the surrounding crowd next, “In order to do this, I’ll need to lower the veil to the Other Side. This will create a temporary door that Jackson can pass through to physically enter our realm. Once he crosses over, he should become mortal again.” 

“Seems easy enough.” Dahyun snickers, although the sound is dry and forced. “Anything else we need to know?” 

“Whatever happens, do not enter the circle.” His eyes drift from the she-wolf to your silent form. As if sensing the scrutiny, your gaze connects with his own, and knowing he has your attention, Mark continues in a darker tone, “Just as spirits can pass into our realm, we can cross to the Other Side… so for the love of god, don’t do anything stupid.”

Your and Mark’s staring contest ceases when your head snapes toward the circle. Seconds later, you break the tense silence with a soft murmur, “Jackson says it’s getting worse. He can feel the witches trying to drag him back.” 

“Then I guess that’s our cue.” He sighs before nodding toward the circle one last time, “I’m gonna do my best, Jack. Just hold on.” 

With one final glance to the grimoire you gave him earlier, Mark inhales a deep breath and takes Changbin’s outstretched hand into his own. He closes his eyes, focusing every part of his brain on the electrifying sensation of the magical energy coursing through the wolf’s body. Bit by bit, he feels Changbin’s power bleeding into his own veins, awakening the slumbering supernatural nature of his soul. Once he’s sure enough he’s acquired enough magic, Mark opens his eyes and begins the incantation: 

“Vita mortem, mortem vita est… Partis inferioris velum, partis inferioris ante illum vetum…” Almost instantly, the wind picks up while the air grows uncomfortably cold. He ignores the violent shivers wracking through his limbs and proceeds to repeat the words as the temperature continues to drop. With each spoken syllable, Mark’s head becomes dizzy and his flesh feels as if it’s being scorched off, but he continues. 

No amount of pain could ever dull the hope of seeing his best friend alive once more.

“Holy shit—it’s actually working!” 

Mark doesn’t realize he had shut his eyes until he opens them, nearly yelping in delight when he discovers the image of said friend standing in the center of the white circle. Jackson looks no different than the day he last saw him, and he can’t decide if he wants to laugh out of irony or burst into tears. 

“The veil is down! I’m gonna start the spell to cross you over!” Mark yells over the howling of the wind, clutching Changbin’s hand tighter as he transitions to the next phase of the spell. “Ohto eestanay as vazat esvet ohnaz eespalit… Ohto eestanay as vazat esvet—fuck!” 

A brutal force comes down against his head, almost resembling that of a punch, before spreading hot fire down his neck and to the rest of his body. Mark doubles over with a wheeze, attempting to fight against the painful sensations by grounding himself in Changbin’s touch. However, as soon as the first wave concludes, a second, even more excruciating one follows. He feels as if someone is trying to crush his brain—to kill him from the inside out. 

“Mark-hyung! What’s wrong!?” 

“It’s the witches!...” Mark is thankful that Jackson answers Yugyeom’s panicked inquiry, “They’re trying to break the spell!” 

“Like… hell they will…” Mark hisses, righting himself with a pained groan before grabbing Changbin’s other hand. “I’m not going down without a fight—hold on!...” 

He jumps back into the spell, weakening the manipulated pain through the absorption of more of the wolf’s energy. Borderline high off the power, he pushes everything he has into the ritual, determined to see it through to the end. After a minute that passes like a decade, Mark detects a shift in the atmosphere, indicating the near completion of the spell, and shouts: 

“Jackson—get out of the circle! Get out now!” 

As if in slow motion, Mark watches Jackson quickly move to escape the white border. But just as soon as his toe brushes the edge, he is wrenched away and lifted from the ground. 

Dahyun cries, “What the hell is happening!?”

“They won’t let me cross over!” Jackson squirms and writhes, attempting to escape whatever invisible grip is holding him hostage. His efforts are futile, and he continues to rise higher and higher off of the ground. 

“Hang on, Jack!” Mark releases Changbin’s hands and raises his own palms in Jackson’s direction. However, the same torturous pain from before returns once more, hitting his nerves like a sledgehammer to a brick wall, and throws him to the earth. “Shit—no! H-He has to pass through the circle!” 

“(Y/N)! Don’t!” 

Mark raises his gaze at Dahyun’s shriek, only to watch in horror as you rush past the flour boundary and grab hold of Jackson’s hand. A blinding light immediately erupts from your clasped palms, expanding through the area until all Mark can see is white. 

After a long moment, his vision eventually returns, and he finds the forest completely silent. The temperature is no longer frigid, he notices, and the strain within his brain is gone. For a moment, Mark is filled with prowess, victorious at the fact he successfully carried out an ancient resurrection ritual, however, his triumph is temporary, especially when he notices your form laid motionless in Dahyun’s arms. 

“(Y/N)—fuck!” Mark hurries to where you lay, stealing your figure from the she-wolf to cradle you in his own hold. “Shit, shit, shit—she’s not breathing! Fucking goddamnit!” 

His panic only grows tenfold when he hears the murmur cascade from Dahyun’s lips: 

“Mark… where’s Jackson?”

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Jaebeom scales the final rung of the ladder before making his way toward the corner where the snoozing trio resides. He moves cautiously, mindful not to awaken the young werewolf caretaker, yet eventually finds himself perched on the edge of a familiar cot. His heart thunders inside his chest, and he cannot tell if it’s out of anxiety or hope. Though at this moment, Jaebeom can really care less to find out. 

“It’s about time you showed up…” He winces at the broken husk of his companion’s voice, attempting to keep his expression as neutral as possible. “I thought you were actually going to leave me to die in the hands of a neurotic teenage wolf…” 

Jaebeom doesn’t respond to her quip—he can’t find it in himself to do so. 

Tzuyu raises an eyebrow, “What’s with the face? Did you take down the witch or not?” 

“We did.” He hums, “The spell is broken.”

“Good thing—” The vampire pauses to cough, and the sound is like broken glass against his ears. “—you and your brother are safe for the eternity to come.” 

“Tzuyu… I found the cure.” 

“What are you waiting for then? My consent?” She snickers playfully, “We fuck for over a century and this is the most gentlemanly behavior I’ve ever seen from you, Beomie.”

Again, Jaebeom remains silent. 

Recognizing the obvious tension in the room, Tzuyu’s face falls. “But… I guess it’s more complicated than that, hm?” 

“There’s only enough for…” He’s unable to finish his sentence, not when his companion’s eyes are gazing at him with such sullenness and sympathy. Jaebeom has to look away for a moment, though the action does little to relieve the tightness of his chest. 

“Ah, I see.” Tzuyu hums, glancing across the way to a slumbering Felix. Her pale lips twitch, as if attempting to upturn to a smile, but it instead appears as a weak grimace. “You know, I really never meant to hurt (Y/N)… or you.” 

“Tzuyu—”

“I’ve known you for decades… but I’ve never seen you look at someone the way you look at her.” Another violent cough wracks through her body, expelling a mass of dark blood past her lips. Jaebeom is quick to wipe the splotch from her skin with the blanket, trying not to dwell on the fact that her skin is ice cold. “I’ll admit, I was jealous at first… I’ve always wanted someone to look at me like that… 

“I know you’re afraid to care—to love, Jaebeom.” Tzuyu murmurs sadly, lifting a hand to rest against the hybrid’s cheek. “Especially someone like (Y/N)… and you’re right to. She’s too good… too human. 

“One misstep and you could lose her forever.” 

“I want to be selfish…” Jaebeom whispers, “I want to be selfish so fucking bad—”

“But you can’t be, Beom. Not with her.” 

“Then let me be selfish with you.” 

Tzuyu smiles. 

“I’ve lived over three lifetimes, and he is barely a ways into his one—so you’re going to give the cure to that damn kid, Im Jaebeom.” He leans further into her touch as she caresses the apple of his cheek. “Promise me that you’ll stay away from her—to keep her safe?”

He nods.

“Good… Can you hold me for a moment? I’m cold.” 

“I’ll hold you as long as you want me to.” 

And so Jaebeom takes Tzuyu into his arms. However, it’s not until the vampire grows still does he allow a single tear to cascade from his eye, staining the bloodied bed sheets with the agony of a heart that has been broken too many times to count.

[okskz]

The L Word.

elsy + chan

with elsy’s promotions being over, chan takes her out on a date like he had promised her. and how will elsy react when she hears the L word?

hope you guys enjoy! please feel free to leave some feedback because it is always appreciated!

[8th member of got7/soloist]

“so where is it that you’re taking me?” elsy questioned chan for probably the fourth time already. he had yet to tell her where he was going to take elsy for their date. with elsy’s promotions finally over, the girl had some free time on her and chan took this as an opportunity to take her out like he had promised.

“mm, not going to say.” chan teased. “but just know you’ll love it.”

elsy narrowed her eyes at chan when he wasn’t looking. with chan, the possibilities were endless on where exactly he was taking her.

as they continued to walk, elsy had noticed the old jyp building coming up. she had stopped walking for a second to look up, causing chan to do the same. “wow, it’s actually been awhile since I’ve been around here.” she said.

“same here.”

elsy and chan stared at the building some more. “this building sure does bring a lot of memories.” she slightly chuckled. “it sure does.” chan said after. “like when you told me people were being mean to you-“

“ah, man. I hated that!” elsy huffed. “all I wanted was help in finding directions to the dance room and not one person had the kind heart to help me.” she said, turning her head to smile at chan. “but then I found you, so maybe there was a reason.”

“perhaps there was.” chan grinned. “I still remember your face coming up to me, you had braces.” he added. “I also thought you were really pretty.”

elsy softly smiled at chan as she went in to kiss him on his cheek. “that day was the start of our friendship.”

“I mean there was no way of getting out when you had practically said we were already friends from the very beginning.” chan joked. “hey! I needed friends.” Elsy exclaimed.

“and I ended up being your only friend.”

“untrue!” elsy defended herself. “I had other friends…too.”

“but who was the one you were mostly around with?” chan wiggled his eyebrows. elsy clapped her tongue. “where are you taking me?” she questioned once more to change the subject.

“still with the questions?” chan tsked. “and for your information, we’re almost there. just need a few more steps.” chan grabbed elsy’s arm, making her walk right next to him. now she was really curious on where chan was taking her. but once they came to a stop in front of a small, hidden old restaurant, the girl began to smile hard. she knew the place a bit too well.

“aw, channie!” she exclaimed as more memories came to her mind. it was a restaurant that elsy knew all too well, the restaurant being her and chan’s favorite growing up. any chance they got, they were in there eating delicious ramen as well as some dumplings. “is this where you’re taking me?”

“yes.” chan grinned. “it really has been forever since we last ate here. so I thought I’d bring you here, you know, like I always did when we were younger.”

“then what are we waiting for?” elsy questioned. “let’s get in there!” she grabbed on chan’s hand, dragging him inside the small restaurant. and when entering, it was almost quite empty. only having an older couple in there, and now her and chan.

the smell was still the same, just how chan and elsy remembered. “welcome- oh! channie and elsy!” an older lady had said, coming into view from coming out of the kitchen. and the couple had remembered her right away. “I thought I’d never see you two again. the both of you became big stars and forgot all about me, eh?” she joked, letting out a small chuckle.

“sorry about that.” elsy pouted. “life gets really busy as an idol. don’t know how I even managed to have time for channie again.” she teased.

“oh, channie.” the lady smiled. “you’ve grown so much, you as well elsy. so handsome and beautiful. ah, I can just remember the times when you two were teenagers coming in here all the time for lunch or dinner. so little you two were.” she chuckled. “please have a seat.”

elsy and chan took a seat in the far back, the usual spot the two would always sit at. “I’m guessing you two will be getting your usual order?”

“yes, please.” chan grinned.

the older lady quickly left to get started on chan and elsy’s order, already knowing it from memory. elsy had looked up, scanning around the restaurant. “this place hasn’t changed at all.” she said. “thank you for taking me here. it sure has brought back many memories.”

chan went out to reach for elsy’s hand, gently rubbing the back of it. “I’ve actually been wanting to take you here for quite the longest. so I thought today would be the perfect opportunity.”

“well you sure do know how to plan great dates, bang chan.” elsy giggled. “I try, I try.” chan smiled. he stared at elsy for just a few seconds, taking her in. elsy let out a small laugh, “don’t stare at me, it makes me nervous.”

“I’m sorry,” chan said. “I can’t help it.”

“-hey, I saw the red lights video by the way.” chan was caught off guard when taking a sip from his drink, almost choking on it. elsy smirked, knowing exactly he would react that way. “yeah? what- what about it?” chan stuttered. he could feel his ears already burning red.

“oh, nothing.” elsy teased. “just thought I mention how good you looked in it.” now it was her to soft rub on chan’s hand. which he ended up moving his hand away to cover his ears. “ah, elsy. I know what you’re doing it.” he nervously laughed.

“I’m not doing anything.” elsy smiled. “can’t I just mention how great my boyfriend looked?”

“no.” chan wheezed. “let’s just talk about something else.” elsy laughed at chan, finding it amusing the way he reacts.

“and here you guys go.” the lady had said, placing down two bowls of ramen in front of them as well as some dumplings on the side. the two main things chan and elsy would order all the time. “just the way you guys like it.” she smiled at them. “please enjoy.”

“it smells so good. thank you.” elsy said before the lady had walked away to leave the two alone. “here, take the first bite.” elsy grabbed a dumpling with her chopsticks and placed it against chan’s lips in which he took a bite of. “oh man, it tastes just how I remember.” he said in english. “so good.”

elsy chuckled and soon the two began to eat up their food while enjoying conversation.

***

“I’m so full.” elsy said in english as she patted her stomach

“that was some great food though.” chan said after.

“all done here?” the lady had said as she came back to take their dishes away. the couple had nodded, grinning. “oh yes, it was very good by the way.” elsy said.

“may I have the bill?” chan questioned as he was in the process of taking out his wallet. the lady simply smiled as she shook her head no. “it’s alright, channie. the food is on me.”

“no-“

“no, no. I insist.” she said. “plus i already told you long ago that the food would be on me the day you’d finally take elsy on a date here.”

chan and elsy had looked at her in shock. “how did you know-?”

“oh elsy.” she chuckled. “it was easy to figure it out with the way chan looks at you.”

chan’s ears began to turn red again. all while elsy couldn’t help but smile. “and don’t worry, secret is safe with me.” she winked at the couple.

“there must be a way I can repay you for the meal.” chan still offered to pay but the lady continued to shake her head. “just come visit me again more often and that’s the best way to repay me.”

“thank you so much.” elsy said, standing and giving the lady a tight hug. chan did the same after. “now, you don’t go breaking her heart. elsy is a great woman to have, channie.”

“oh I promise.” chan swung an arm around elsy as the girl rested her head his shoulder. “she definitely is great.”

“you kids have a great night.”

after saying their final goodbyes, chan and elsy made their way out the restaurant to head back to elsy’s apartment.

“I loved it, I loved tonight. thank you for taking me back there. I never realized how much I’ve missed going there.” elsy hugged onto chan as the two sat on her couch. chan went ahead and kissed elsy on the side of her head. “I’m glad you did.” he smiled. there was a steady silence between the two as chan grabbed onto elsy’s hands, playing with her fingers.

he bit on his lip for a quick second before blurting out what he was going to say next. it just happened naturally. “I love you.”

chan didn’t notice it, but elsy’s eyes had went wide without her realizing it and even feeling her stomach churn at the three words that left his mouth.

I love you. the silence was loud. and elsy was frozen.

that was until she lifted her head up and looked chan in the eye. the two only stared at one another. “w-what?” She stuttered.

“I said I love you. elsy, I love you.” chan was softly smiling at elsy. but the girl continued to stare at him, no words being able to come out of her mouth. and elsy mentally slapped herself after seeing chan’s smile fade away.

but for some reason she just couldn’t say anything. even if she wanted to.

there was so denying that she did indeed love chan. but to actually say it, was something she was going to find difficult to do. elsy was never one to show love easily let alone to actually say it. back then it was so easy for her to tell him, knowing it was just in a friend way. but things were different now with chan being more than just her best friend.

was she ready to tell chan? chan brought her happiness, she felt loved, he did everything for her. so she didn’t understand as to why she was so afraid to let it be known that she loved chan.

she has always kept this guard up. elsy didn’t like the idea of being hurt. but she knew chan. her heart was telling to her to just say it back to him, but her mind told her differently. elsy was conflicted. “bang chan- I”

“you don’t need to say it if you’re not ready.” chan said. he placed a piece of elsy’s hair behind her ear. “I just wanted to tell you how I feel.” he swallowed hard as he got up from the couch.

and elsy only stared at him and his movements. “I’ll um, message you.”

“I’m sorry.”

chan shook his head, “no, no. no need to be sorry.” he said. but deep down, elsy knew he was feeling upset.

when chan began walking towards the front door, elsy wanted nothing more than to just run up to chan and tell him she loved him. to make him come back. but instead, elsy just sat on her couch frozen at the spot, looking at chan’s back facing her.

not once did chan look back at her, even when he had opened the door to leave. chan only shut it, not saying a word to elsy at all.

and elsy began to hug her legs as she felt tears begin to flow down her face. “I love you, too.”

[marktuansvevo]

how got7 reacts to the sight of mistletoe

warning(s); cursing, a tiny bit of suggestive content in youngjae’s drabble. 

happy december first loves  ♡

mark; smug

mark knew how easy it was to make you red in the face. if he was being honest, it was his favorite thing to do. he just adored teasing you, and the tradition of mistletoe would help him embarrass you.

the two of you were holiday shopping, hand in hand as you looked for presents for the boys and for your siblings. you were having a blast until you went to get ice cream, where of course the local shop had to have mistletoe. you wanted to ignore it, didn’t want to bring attention to yourself. you tugged on mark’s hand, knowing he was amused already. 

“what are you doing? we’re holding up the line,” you whined. 

“y/n, there is no line,”

“I just really want ice cream,” you sputtered as he pulled you into his chest to kiss you oh so softly. you blushed as soon as he pulled away as the teenaged workers whooped and whistled at you, not wanting to look at mark’s shit eating grin. 

“you’re so cute when you’re red, baby,”

jaebeom; playful

jaebeom loved mistletoe because it gave him an excuse to kiss you more. 

one night while you were out with your friends, he stopped at the dollar store and bought a bunch of mistletoe. he hung it from your bedroom door, the front door, the back door, the opening to the kitchen and the dining room...even the door to the bathroom. it was all over your apartment now. he just wanted to kiss you anytime he could :(

he sat in the living room waiting up for you, not realizing you and your friends would be out so late. he was nodding off as you walked through the door. jaebeom stirred, flinging himself off the couch and into your arms. you immediately started giggling.

“what’s going on?” he didn’t say anything and pointed up, waiting for you to look at the pretty plant before diving in for a kiss. now both of you were giggling. 

“aren’t you thirsty from a long night out? let me get you some water,” now you were confused. he lead you to the kitchen and looked above the entryway, looking shocked. 

“ooh, mistletoe!” he kissed you again. 

make no mistake, this would be how things would going for the rest of the month.

jackson; extra

as if he would be anything else. you would dread seeing mistletoe when you were with your boyfriend. especially out in public. it didn’t matter where you were, you could be at the mall, a restaurant...your bedroom. he would make it a big show. jackson would absolutely dip you and kiss you full on the lips, smirking against your lips. “a kiss for my christmas angel,” he would always say. and you would always cringe. he got a kick out of people watching him show you off, the voyeur.

one time, he actually dropped you on your head (on accident, of course). the two of you were out dancing at a bar when a bartender came over and held mistletoe over your head, making you groan. “please don’t encourage him,” you’d say as jackson got up off the barstool he was sitting on and took your hand. he was giggling now. 

“my honey, i need to kiss you,” he said before puckering his lips. you got off the stool and let him dip you, waiting for it. what you got was him dropping you on accident.

“y/n!!!” he yelled before very ungracefully fell on top of you to give you a proper, albeit drunk, kiss. you were fine, just drunk and giggling and so, so happy. now maybe he’d stop dipping you.  

(who were you kidding? the man would never stop showing you off).

jinyoung; cheeky

would make some many jokes to make you laugh. when the two of you went to your mothers to visit for the holidays, the two of you would mingle with your relatives and eat cookies before dinner. your mom invited the pair of you into the kitchen, to presumably help her set the table, but that’s not what she wanted.

you walked hand and hand into the kitchen, where your mom was waggling her eyebrows and pointing to the pretty mistletoe above you in the threshold. she wanted to get a picture of you two, but you were just embarrassed. jinyoung let out his signature laugh before thanking your mom. “thank you so much for this opportunity, she never kisses me at home,” he would tease, making you slap him in the chest before you let him kiss you. the photo your mom took of you would inevitably become your christmas card.

youngjae; reserved

youngjae thought mistletoe was a cute tradition, I mean, any time he had an excuse to kiss you, he’d take it. he loves sharing affection with you, so of course, he tapes some mistletoe over your doorway.

“jae!! come here!!” he could hear you giggling from your shared bedroom.

“what’s up baby?” he asked as he crawled onto the bed with you before pecking you on the lips.

“we’re in a youtube tea channel,” you were laughing hysterically. “remember those girls who were videoing us at starbucks?” you handed your phone to him.

earlier in the day the two of you went to get coffee after a long day of christmas shopping. while you were picking your drinks up, you noticed there was mistletoe hanging above you. youngjae noticed too, and gave you a simple kiss on the mouth before heading out. it wasn’t a big deal, just a cute simple peck on the mouth.

but apparently it was a big deal with youngjae’s fans.

“this looks like a loveless relationship, let’s replay the clip,” one of the girls said. youngjae just looks bewildered at you. “she just pecks him. I mean, if youngjae were my man, i’d be all over him. i’d have mistletoe hanging all over the place. but noooo, y/n just gives him a peck like a grandma gives her grandkid.”

“i literally kissed you,” jae muttered. “i literally leaned down to kiss you!!!”

“we’re in a loveless relationship because  we don’t make out in public. should we break up? those girls seem to be a better fit for you,” you teased as you climbed your way into his lap to kiss him.

“god, maybe you should kiss me with tongue and the love will pop back into our relationship,” he giggled as you sucked hickeys into his neck.

“maybe if we go back to starbucks and I shoved my tongue in your mouth, they’d be satisfied?” you hummed as he pulled your top over your head.

“im sure they’d make another tea video calling you out.”

bam; dramatic

bam is always silly, sometimes when he sees mistletoe, he’ll pull you into his arms, old hollywood movie style, saying some nonsense like “kiss me, my love, or surely we will be cursed,” and makes a big, big deal of it. this is what mostly happens, he just loves to see you laugh. and he loves kissing your pretty full lips.

on the flip side, he could be annoying about it.

you were going out to jaeboems for a christmas party and had politely asked your boyfriend to change his outfit — only because it clashed with yours. you both surely couldn’t wear plaid, it wouldn’t look right. he huffed and puffed about it but did change his flannel for a sweater instead.

you walked through the door to see a piece of mistletoe above you. you moved to kiss him, and he dramatically ran away from you, making jaeboem giggle. “I don’t want to kiss you!! you have mean girlfriend cooties!!”

“fine!! I’ll have jaeboem kiss me then!”

he looks stunned at you, before running over and kissing you on the cheek. “there you go you meanie.”

yugyeom; embarrassed

oh yeom, such a big baby. he would just blush at the sight of the festive plant. yugyeom would always let you take the lead, being too embarrassed to be dramatic like bam or over the top like jackson. he followed your lead always.

you lead him into your brothers house, where you were going to babysit your niece and nephew while your brother and sister in law could go out on a date.

you knocked on their door before your niece opened and squealed. “you brought uncle yugy!!!” you looked at your boyfriend who was already blushing. “of course!!”

“hey guys!”

“yeom, there’s mistletoe!” your sister winked at him, knowing how to embarrass him.

“mommy!! don’t make them do it!!” your nephew wailed.

“but honey it’s a tradition!!” you told him before getting on your tiptoes to kiss your boyfriend, laughing as the kids screamed — your nephew fake vomiting. yugyeom was so red, hiding his head in your chest. 

“I swear to god, every piece of mistletoe I see, I’m going to rip down so I don’t have to deal with that ever again,” he whined.

[briankang]

skz, twice, got7!! :)

THE HOLY JYP TRINITY.........ok lets GO

skz

favorite member / bias line

i love....all of those boys so dearly....i've truly found it hard to settle on one over time but for simplicities sake i always say aussie line <33333 they were the first two to really capture my attention, and chan in particular is v special to me hehe

which member I’d fight (& why)

jisung. i think it'd be kinda funny bc i can't fight and i think he'd hurt me on accident but i would take him out for food after and we'd laugh

favorite song(s)

for you, my pace, get cool, god's menu (my moms fav), wow (danceracha version), the tortoise and the hare, domino, cheese, all in, maknae on top, up all night, fam, mixtape: oh, awkward silence, red lights, secret secret

favorite thing about the group

they're just. so genuinely sweet and genuinely care about each other and they're SO FUNNY (i always say they're my fav lil improv group) and they're just. earnest and kind and talented. i love them.

something i’d like to see from them

more songs written by non 3racha members!!!!!!! they're all so talented and i wanna hear what they all have to say hehe. also like. i wanna see one of them w/ pink hair. it'd be For Me. ALSO A PROPER TAYLOR SWIFT COVER MAYBE. that's personal though.

twice

favorite member / bias line

SANA...........my friend tori showed her to me before i even knew who twice was and she has never left my mind. i'm also a big jihyo and nayeon girl

which member I’d fight (& why)

i. i genuinely do not think i would fight a single member of twice. i think they could also kill me if need be. i want to join their forces instead.

favorite song(s)

LITERALLY. ANYTHING FROM THE TASTE OF LOVE EP but baby blue love and alcohol-free specifically, cheer up, what is love, like ooh-ahh, feel special, the feels

favorite thing about the group

how to say. i love women. they are pretty and funny and give me bops. what more can i ask for.

something i’d like to see from them

leave jyp <333333333333 LMAO

got7

favorite member / bias line

bambam my beloved...........he's always been a fav!!!!! i also love jaebeom and jackson a lot

which member I’d fight (& why)

jackson and i are squaring up in a parking lot and he better be ready because i WILL win and he will whine about it

favorite song(s)

teenager, thursday, just right (it was one of my first kpop songs hehe), girls girls girls, a, not by the moon

favorite thing about the group

they're literally the funniest bitches around. everyone always says "oh my group puts comedians out of business" no. it's got7 (and also seventeen but this aint about them). i've also admired just their bond as a group and creativity in their music and concepts and the way they're just. Some Guys who also make BANGERS

something i’d like to see from them

a goddamn album and for them to be together again i am properly suffering I MISS THEM

send me a kpop group and i'll answer!!!!!!!!

[tuanyiems]

Champagne Truffles

Yugyeom x Reader (f) It’s a little angsty at the start oops but still this is a fluffy one, it’s me after all words: 4k plot: it’s your anniversary date night and he’s determined to make this a night you’ll never forget, established relationship!au a/n – Forgive this unedited piece, it’s 3am rn lulz I spent too much time gushing over got7 I had to take out the smut content to make the deadline lol but anyways, make sure to stream Last Piece as you’re reading!!! And this concludes my November of posting exclusively for Yugyeom! (It still counts as November if I haven’t slept yet!) And what a beautiful month it was! Thank you for following me on this Chocolatier journey, I’m sure these two will show up again in a drabble or two in the future. But until, please enjoy and give got7’s new album a listen if you haven’t already. It truly is another masterpiece album c’: // part of Le Chocolatier drabble series, which you can find the masterlist for in my blog. feel free to read this as a one-shot or part of the series, in any order you want <3

“So, how was work today?” you start, climbing into bed where Yugyeom is already tucked in and scrolling on his phone. The bright light illuminates his face, and you pause, admiring his profile as you wait for him to answer.

But Yugyeom only shrugs, not even bothering to look at you. You grab your own phone from your nightstand, twisting it awkwardly around in your hands as you think of something else to say.

“It’s getting colder these days, isn’t it?” you ask softly, staring down at your phone as you flip it once more and watch it light up to a picture of you and Yugyeom at a carnival. It was one of those summertime, pop-up fairs. Yugyeom had convinced you to call in sick and the two of you made a trip an hour out from the city to play like two teenagers in love. 

Your lips twist as you press your thumb into the screen where Yugyeom is holding your hand in his. Even when your hands were getting clammy from the summer heat and the nerves of waiting in line for the pirate ship, he had refused to let go. 

“Nice try,” he had scoffed, before lifting his hand to kiss the back of yours. “If I let you go for even a second, you’ll definitely find a way to hurt yourself.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re so protective for the weirdest things.”

“Weird? Who was the one who fractured their wrist while bowling?”

You looked away, pretending not to hear.

“And who’s the girl who got a concussion while walking in a department store, hmm?”

“Hey! That time wasn’t my fault!” you pouted, allowing yourself to be tugged along as the line moved up. “Who puts such heavy items on the top shelf anyways?”

“But what normal person climbs the shelves?!”

“An! Independent! Woman!” You defended, slapping his chest with your free hand with each word.

He only laughed, eyes shining down on you. “You could’ve called for help, or oh I don’t know, asked your boyfriend to get it for you? I mean, what else is my height good for?”

“Eye candy, of course!”

“I’m just a piece of meat to you, aren’t I?” he joked, bumping you by the hip before quickly pulling you back into his chest.

You giggled, “Oh course not, babe. I’m obviously using you for our future offspring too. It’s my gracious consideration for future generations.”

“Future offspring?” Yugyeom’s cheeks blushed a rosy hue and as soon as you noticed, you followed suit.

“I mean! Uh-well…if…” you sucked in a breath, forcing your heart to calm. “Anyways, if they end up inheriting your height and my butterfingers, it’ll end up being a disservice to society actually.”

He chuckled, hand squeezing yours. “Probably,” he mused softly, cheeks still warm with daydreams.

When you turn your phone again, the screen flickers awake and there is his blushing face again, eyes twinkling with thoughts of the future…or, that’s what you always thought he was imagining when you look at this photo, but maybe you were just being delusional. It could’ve just been the summer heat making him flush.

The Yugyeom from that memory and the one sitting next to you feel like completely different people. You don’t understand what happened, only a few months had passed since that day. At first, you had summed up his quiet behavior to the changing season. It’s not like Yugyeom had never been quiet or moody before, but never has he iced you out like this for so long.

It makes you nervous actually. In two days, it’ll be your three-year anniversary. This is supposed to be a good thing of course, but in the back of your mind sits the nervous belief that something bad will happen on that day.

None of your previous relationships have ever lasted longer than a year. You and Yugyeom were always so stable that you never thought this would be a problem, but his sudden changes have made you more superstitious. 

“Baby?” you utter softly, touching his wrist to put his phone down. He looks over but doesn’t say a word. “Um, I was wondering how you wanted to spend this Saturday? We haven’t really talked about it, so…”

Your voice trails. He looks at you almost fiercely, a slight frown on his lips.

You swallow. “Not that we have to do anything. Maybe we could just have a quiet day inside. We can marathon that anime you really like! What was the name again? With the cute pig?”

“Seven Deadly Sins,” he answers, looking back at his phone.

“Yeah, that one!” you say, voice much brighter than how you feel. “But…I was just suggesting. We can do what you want to do. Did you have something in mind? Food you’re craving?”

Yugyeom sighs, turning on his side to turn the lamp off. “It’s late, babe, let’s decide later.”

“Oh, okay.”

In the darkness, your worries fester though.

“Baby?” you whisper cautiously. Quietly, you curl against his back, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Goodnight, Gyeom.”

A moment passes before he twists in your arms and pulls you to his chest. You smile, looking up even though you can barely make out his features in the darkness.

“Night baby, I love you,” he presses a kiss to your forehead, and you find yourself relaxing in his arms.

That night you fall into a sleep so good, you end up missing your alarm.

Rushing around the apartment in only a forest green blouse and your nude hip huggers, you unpack your purse for the fifth time that morning.

“Babe, have you seen my charger?” You yell from the bedroom.

“It’s not in your purse?” Yugyeom calls from inside the bathroom.

You huff, throwing the items haphazardly back into your bag. “No!”

“Just take mines!”

“Thank you!”

Rounding the bed, you make your way to Yugyeom’s nightstand. Unlike your own though, his drawer is a disorganized mess. You furrow your brows, shifting through the old mail and random trinkets.

“How does he find anything in here?” you mutter, stuffing your hand to the back and hoping the wire was buried somewhere there.

“Y/N!” Yugyeoms voice booms from behind you. You jump in surprise. “Why are you going through my drawer?”

He snatches your hand out and slams his drawer shut.

“I-” You try to blink back your surprise. “I was just looking for the charger.”

He let out an exasperated sigh, bending behind the nightstand, and pulls the wire out.

“Here,” he tosses it into your hand before walking to your shared closet. “And don’t go through my things.”

Gaze on his back, you place the charger into your purse meekly. Grabbing your cream trousers from the bed, you quietly step into them as Yugyeom gets dressed too.

“Sorry,” you mumble when he finally turns to you.

He lets out a sigh, threading his fingers between yours. His thumb rubs over your hand gently. “I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to yell.”

-

“Jackson,” you slide on your rolling chair towards your cubicle buddy, cup of hot chocolate between both palms.

“Uh oh,” Jackson looks at you once before twisting dramatically in his chair. “You’ve got the frowny face!”

“Frowny face?” Jinyoung pokes his head into your cubicle. Seeing your expression, he immediately walks into your cubicle, leaning onto Jackson’s desk. “Who do we need to hurt?”

“No one,” you sulk, stirring your drink. “I just had a question.”

“It was Susan, wasn’t it? I hate her,” Jinyoung scoffs, crossing his arms. Jackson chuckles, nudging him to stop.

“No, I was just wondering,” you pause, looking at your cream flats. “What are some signs when a guy no longer loves you?”

“I’m going to kill Yugyeom.”

“Why is murder always your go-to?” Jackson jokes, trying to lighten the mood. “It can’t be that bad, the last time I saw Yugyeom he was madly in love with you!”

“I just…I don’t know…it’s a feeling,” you frown, gut twisting as you’re speaking the words aloud. “It’s probably nothing.”

“Well, what signs have you been getting from Yugyeom?” Jinyoung asks.

“He’s just gotten quieter in the last couple of months. Sometimes it feels like he’s hiding something from me. Like last night, he was mostly on his phone even though I was trying to talk to him.”

“On his phone doing what?”

You tilt your head, shrugging. “I don’t know, Instagram? Twitter? But that’s not the point.”

“Wait, Instagram or Twitter, Y/N? Was he scrolling through news or was he sliding into DMs? These are important details,” Jinyoung interrupts. Both you and Jackson look at him with wide eyes.

You feel your heart jump to your throat. “Y-you think…maybe, he’s c-cheating on me?”

That thought had never even occurred to you as a possibility but now that you hear it…Your vision starts to blur.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N!” Jackson slaps Jinyoung’s thigh, pushing him away as he hurries to put an arm over your shoulder. “Jinyoung was just asking stupid questions. Yugyeom’s not that kind of guy.”

“But what if he’s right?” you mumble. “This morning I was looking in his drawer to borrow his charger and he yelled at me for going through his things. He’s never done that before! And every time I ask about his day, he won’t really tell me anything.”

You sniffle, rushing to wipe your falling tears.

“Don’t cry, Y/N,” Jinyoung pats your hand softly. “You’re probably just spiraling right now. I don’t know Yugyeom the way you do. He was probably just scrolling through pictures of tattoo art or something.”

“But he’s so handsome and amazing, he could have any girl he wants. What if he’s found someone better? Someone who doesn’t burn toast or, or-”

“Hey,” Jackson squeezes your arm with a frown. “We don’t tolerate that kind of talk in this house.”

“House?” Jinyoung chuckles.

“Our cubicle home!” Jackson clarifies, making you smile.

“Ah, I see a smile,” Jinyoung announces, making your lips stretch wider.

“My makeup is running, isn’t it?” you laugh weakly.

“Yeah, you’re a mess,” Jinyoung teases.

“Good time to ask Susan for an early weekend,” Jackson nudges you playfully.

“Yeah, leave early and go have a real conversation with Yugyeom about how you’re feeling. No use in holding things in if it’s just going to make you cry anyways.”

“Someone’s crying?” Susan, your project manager, pokes her head into your cubicle. When she sees your state, she gasps. “Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

“I’m okay,” you flush with embarrassment.

“Nonsense, you should let her start the weekend early, Susan,” Jinyoung states before smiling at her sweetly. “And as her favorite co-workers, you should let us join her!”

“Nice try, Jinyoung,” she laughs goodheartedly, before turning to you. “You two have to stay, but Y/N, you’re free to go. Come back Monday, feeling better, okay?”

She sends you a wink before striding off.

“I hate her so much,” Jinyoung grumbles.

“You gotta stop lying to yourself, man,” Jackson laughs. He turns to you and pulls you into a hug. “Go and talk to him, Y/N. The longer you wait it out, the longer you’ll just be running circles in your head.”

You nod, convinced. “Alright, I’ll do that. Thanks guys.”

“Call me if you need a hitman!” Jinyoung calls as you rush out of the cubicle.

-

“Hey, why are you calling at this hour?”

“I just missed you,” you hum into the phone, as you walk down the familiar sidewalk towards your favorite chocolate store. “How’s work?”

“Um, actually,” there’s a pause on the other line before he continues, “It’s kind of busy. Probably be home late today.”

“Oh, okay,” you put on a tone of disappointment as you round the corner to the store. You snicker to yourself. Maybe surprising him at work and helping him with the shop will pick his mood up.

“Yeah, sorry, but you know this time of year. People like to eat chocolates.”

You smile to yourself, slowing your step as you reach the storefront. “Yeah, I know. It’s how I met you.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” you chuckle.

“Anyways, I really have to go now.”

“O-” You freeze, staring into the window of the chocolate store. “Okay.”

“Bye,” Yugyeom doesn’t wait for you to reply before he cuts off the line. You barely register the dead phone line though. You gulp, watching as your best friend, Jenny, pulls Yugyeom into a tight hug between the counter. In her arms, he smiles with full cheeks.

Stepping back, you cross the street in a rush, collapsing into a seat outside the French café across from Yugyeom’s store before your legs give out entirely. 

This doesn’t make sense. While Jenny was one of your closest friends, she and Yugyeom weren’t especially close. This was partially due to the fact that Jenny lives in another city two hours away from yours. Yugyeom has never expressed any interest in spending time with your friends unless you were with him, and so things just don’t add up.

Jenny never sent you a text that she’d be in town, especially on a Friday. Just as you’re about to go through the text messages in your phone just in case, you see the door of the chocolate store open and out walks Yugyeom and Jenny. They’re so deep in their own conversation, they don’t even glance at you, right across the street from them.

You take in a breath, shaking your head. This just doesn’t make sense. Getting up again, you make your way down the street, watching them from across. Maybe Jenny needed a special order of chocolates. Was there a birthday you were forgetting?

You stop in your tracks, watching as Jenny practically jumping with excitement alongside Yugyeom. She must’ve said something funny, because he tilts his head back, mouth open wide, the same way he always laughs at you when you make a stupid joke.

Shaking your head again, you continue your steps. No, Jenny is a trusted friend. You’ve known her since high school. But the longer you follow, the more your stomach starts to hurt. It’s exactly because you’ve known Jenny for so long that you know she would never be this animated with your boyfriend.

Your chest hurt at just the thought, but you can’t help it from echoing in your brain. That the two of them look too comfortable—like they’ve been meeting for a while. 

Biting your lip hard, you stop in your tracks again and force yourself to turn around. No, this just didn’t add up. And you didn’t want to trail after them like some kind of stalker.

You trust Yugyeom and you trust Jenny.

Hailing the nearest cab, you enter with a huff. It was like Jinyoung said, you were probably just spiraling.

-

“I’m home,” Yugyeom calls softly as he enters the house. You freeze in your seat at the kitchen table, despite having sat there for three hours for this very moment.

“Hey,” Yugyeom peeks his head into the kitchen, looking at you with furrowed eyes. “What are you doing just sitting here by yourself?”

You chuckle dryly, trying to shake off your nerves. “Oh, I guess I was just spacing out.”

He smiles at you before sitting down in the chair across from you. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s okay,” you lie. “How was work?”

“It was fine. Busy as usual,” Yugyeom shrugs. “What did you have for dinner?”

“I made pasta. There’s leftovers in the fridge for you.”

“It’s okay, I’m stuffed already.”

“Oh? You ate?”

Yugyeom’s eyes grow wide before he is blinking away, running his fingers through his hair. “Uh, yeah, um…Bambam, he bought me dinner.”

“That was nice of him,” you mumble. You breathe loudly, trying to keep yourself collected despite feeling like you were going to vomit with each second that passes.

He chuckles before raising his voice abruptly. “Anyways! Let’s talk about tomorrow!”

“Tomorrow? Did you have something in mind?” your chest jolts with hope.

“Actually, I was thinking you could have a girl’s day with Jenny! And then we could do something in the evening.”

“Jenny’s in town?” you watch him closely, noticing the way he licks at his lips and swallows.

“Oh! Yeah! I uh, I heard it from Bam. He must’ve seen a story update from her or something.”

You dig your nail into the cuticle bed of your thumbs as you listen to him lie straight to your face.

“Jenny didn’t text me though. She probably has something else going on this weekend.”

“Nope!” Yugyeom whips, smiling far too big for this conversation. “I messaged her about tomorrow already.”

“So, you want me to hang out with Jenny…on our anniversary?” You question slowly.

Yugyeom looks away, his ears flushed. He brushes at your hand. “Yeah, you two should catch up, get your nails done or something. You should really stop doing this to your nails.”

You look to your hands, your nail beds raw.

“I’m tired,” you mutter, getting up from your seat first. “I’m gonna go to bed first.”

“Oh, okay…well, just remember, you and Jenny at noon!”

You don’t answer.

-

“You’ve been awfully quiet,” Jenny turns to you with concern as the nail technician keeps her right hand hostage. “Is something bothering you?”

“Why are you in town again?” you ask, eyes concentrated on the deep red shade that your nail tech paints onto your fingernails.

“Oh!” In your peripheral, you can see her noticeably jolt. “I came for a conference on Friday and when Yugyeom reached out to me I decided to stay for the weekend.”

“A conference, huh?”

“Yeah,” she mumbles, turning back to her technician. “You know how much the beauty industry loves their conventions.”

“Must’ve been draining.”

“Yeah, totally. That’s why I didn’t text you I was in town. I was completely exhausted by the end of it that I completely forgot.”

“That’s understandable.”

“Mhm,” she turns back to you. “You should add a gold accent. Gold accent, please!”

Your nail tech nods, bringing out another tray of gold embellishment from underneath her desk. You turn your head, hearing the click of Jenny’s nails on the screen of her phone. There’s a bright smile on her face and it makes you want to burst into tears on the spot.

At first you thought maybe the two of them planned for Jenny to reveal the truth to you. You didn’t think Yugyeom was a coward but lately, none of the things you thought before make sense anymore. However, after hours spent with Jenny, all you’ve managed was getting prettier nails and lots of lies from who you thought was your best friend.

“Gorgeous,” Jenny coos, leaning in to admire your fingers. 

“Yeah,” you murmur half-heartedly, feeling your spirit fully deplete.

No confession comes. No explanation. When evening comes, Jenny sends you right back home. Your walk up to the apartment is slow. This is it, isn’t it? Gyeom needed time to prepare himself to break up with you. It’s why he didn’t want to be with you for your anniversary. 

Your stomach sinks when you get to your door. Was this your last time ever entering? Where were you going to move to? 

As the familiar tone of the keypad rings in your ear, hot tears prick at your eyes. Stepping into the house, your vision blurs as you step through the hallway and into the kitchen. Yugyeom is standing at the stove when he turns to you with a smile.

“You’re back!” he greets you. When you hear his laughter, tears spill down your cheeks. “Crying already, babe? You haven’t even tasted it.”

Hiccupping, you try to calm yourself but the more you try to contain the tears, the more your chest fills with fear and floods you. You cry even harder, a terrible wail leaving your throat.

The sound of tin crashes onto the floor and quickly, you are enveloped in Yugyeom’s warmth. The feeling only makes you more sick and you bury your face into his chest, crying harder. Your last embrace. Your last time being comforted by him. The thoughts send sharp pains straight to your chest.

Yugyeom holds you tight against him, taking the impact of your shaking body to his chest. “Baby, what’s wrong? Are you hurt somewhere?”

It’s a long time before you feel calm enough to stand on your own. When you finally do, stepping back from his arms, you feel yourself tearing up again from seeing the concern on his face.

“What happened?” he whispers, fingers reaching out for yours. 

You pull away though, taking another step back.

“Yugyeom,” your voice comes out shaky but determined. “Are we breaking up?”

Tears spill again.

Yugyeom looks at you with a shocked expression. “What? Where is this coming from?”

“You don’t love me anymore,” you cry.

“Of course I do! What are you talking about?” 

“Then why did you lie to me?” You look at him sharply, gaze severe despite the shine of tears. He doesn’t say anything, and the silence breaks your heart.

Lips quivering, you sit down at the kitchen table. “You lied to me. Jenny lied to me…H-how long? How long have you been doing this?”

“Baby,” Yugyeom whispers, bending to the floor. He rests his hands on your thighs, looking up at you and there are tears in his eyes two. “Baby…baby, you’ve got this all wrong.”

“Even if it’s not Jenny, it’s still not me, is it?” you whimper, tears spilling down your chin. They splatter on the back of his hands. “You don’t talk to me anymore. You don’t want to share anything with me. Not even stories about your day.”

Tears run down Yugyeom’s cheeks as he presses a kiss to your knee.

“No, no, baby, you’re wrong.”

You sniff, cupping your palm to his wet cheek. “I want to be wrong. Please prove me wrong, Gyeom.”

“I was trying to keep it a secret,” he scoffs to himself, shaking his head. “I was planning this for months.”

“Planning?”

“I was so afraid I’d accidentally let it slip, or that you’d find it.”

You frown, brows furrowing in confusion now. “Find what, Gyeom?”

Yugyeom takes in a deep breath, breaking into a gentle smile as he glances down at the kitchen floor. Following his gaze, you realize he had dropped a tray of chocolates earlier.

“Chocolates?”

“Champagne Truffles,” he tells you, reaching down to grab one.

“You…you made a new recipe?”

Yugyeom lets out a loud sigh. “Good thing I marked it.”

You look at him, bewildered. He chuckles softly, turning to you again.

“I’m not going to break up with you, baby,” he laughs, digging his thumb into the spine of the chocolate until it bursts with a pop. “I’m trying to spend my whole life with you.”

Your hands to fly to your mouth in surprise as a fresh wave of tears spring to your eyes. He drops the chocolate shell to the floor, holding onto the shining gold band with shaking hands.

“Every day since meeting you,” his voice breaks and you cry, hands coming to cup his face as tears run down his cheeks too. “I thought I had a good life, and then I met you…And then I realized, I was missing everything before you came into my life.”

“Gyeom,”

He sniffs, breaking into a smile as more tears fall from his eyes. “Baby, you’re my everything. You’re the first person I want to tell anything to. You don’t know how hard it’s been trying to keep this from you.”

You laugh with him, “And Jenny.”

He nods. “She was helping me pick out the ring, plan the event, pick the flowers.”

You grin, pressing your forehead to his. “You bought me flowers!”

He laughs, nose brushing softly against yours. “Yeah, and a ring too…if you want it.”

“I do, I do, I do,” you giggle against him as your tears wet his cheek. 

He chuckles, breath ghosting your lips.

“Not yet, baby, that one’s for the wedding,” he chuckles and you laugh with him.

“Either way, it’s I do.”

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What A Tease: Unprofessional [M]

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x reader

Genre: smut / museum au / boss x worker

Warnings: semi-public space (museum office) / tension-filled and mutual pining finally given into / smut

Word count: 1232

Thank you to everyone who supported this series.

Series Index: Seated Position | Pulse | Symphony | Helping Hand | Fifteen | Entree | Unprofessional

You looked insatiable today and Jinyoung couldn’t concentrate. 

As head curator of the museum, you spent a lot of time in his office and he was certain today would be another frustrating session of him asking you to repeat yourself multiple times because his mind couldn’t stop fantasising over you to take in the information you were sharing. He’d never met someone before who could so easily unravel him from the modest man he strived to maintain being, straining to control himself whenever you were in the same room as him.

“Did you manage to secure that final eighteenth-century guard for the upcoming exhibit?” he asked and you smiled politely.

“Mr Park, I just mentioned I had.”

“Right. Of course. You did” he answered brokenly, unbuttoning the cuff to both of his sleeves so he could roll them up his forearms. You watched the action quietly, and with his distracted gaze, Jinyoung managed to catch you staring.

It didn’t help that he was aware you held some attraction for him either. Unlike him, you never completely showed how it affected you, merely pausing for a moment before blinking the desire away. He, however, was attempting to cool off physically from his embarrassment of not catching what you had said yet again, and the one too many glances at your curves that had been extenuated by your pencil skirt. Popping open the buttons at his collar, he hardened his gaze onto the paperwork between you, determined to take control of himself and the situation once again. 

“Would you like me to get you some water?” you offered and he waved you off silently, not wanting to answer that he was indeed thirsty. 

It was ridiculous how you made him this way. 

Jinyoung managed to finish the meeting without any further mishaps, smiling weakly at your final suggestions at the door to his office before he shut it behind your departure, letting out what felt like his first proper breath since being in your company. 

He was exhausted by the time he rounded his desk and sat down in his chair again, leaning back into the leather seat and closed his eyes. His energy was spent from controlling himself so much, and despite the internal scolding he was logically giving himself, it didn’t stop you from appearing behind his eyelids, tantalising him further. 

“Why do you make me feel like a teenage boy in heat, Y/N?” he murmured aloud, his eyes snapping open when he heard something drop.

You had somehow made it back inside the office unheard, the file you had been holding now scattered all over the floor. Your eyes darted between that and him, your mouth somewhat ajar at his statement. 

“Y/N… I uh-”

“You’re not exactly one to play fair either, Mr Park,” you confessed, stepping over the mess you had created, pointing at him accusingly. “Must you be so difficult to deal with?!”

“Me? Difficult?! I’ve never heard-”

“One look from you has me grappling onto all remaining sense of decency,” you admitted, your eyes falling to his forearms in distaste. “You roll up your sleeves and expose your arms at the most inopportune times and I’m certain whenever you laugh, it’s in attempts to ensure I’m thinking of you long into the night.”

“Really?”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. “You make it hard for me to maintain my professionalism, Mr Park.”

A small part of him wondered if he had fallen asleep and this was all a dream. And yet, he pushed back his seat and stood up, rounding the desk to where you had stopped, unsure if he should come any closer in the wake of your confession. Your eyes were round, swirling with vulnerability and lust. Even if you were hesitant right now, you were liberated from expressing yourself.

He had never found you more attractive than now. 

Slowly, he moved into your space and you smiled, stepping back. “What are you thinking right now, Mr Park?”

“I’m thinking that a beautiful woman who drives me insane every day just confessed that I do much in the same to her and I want to know what she tastes like,” he stated, moistening his lips and parting them in anticipation. 

Your eyes filled with desire further. “Right now?”

“Mm.”

“Shouldn’t we go somewhere more private?”

“No one else comes into this office nearly as much as you do, Y/N,” he reminded, still walking into your moving form. Eventually, your back hit the wall behind you right as his hand came up to balance on it. Jinyoung could tell the idea of being trapped here excited you and he smirked, placing the other hand upon the opposite side of you.

After a shaky inhale, you angled your head towards his. “Well, do you plan on taking forever?”

It was enough to cross the line, Jinyoung’s lips finding yours, the heat within him soaring. His palms pressed into the wall as he craved more connection with you, his body now against yours. Your hands slid up his chest and linked behind his head, arching away from the wall and further into him. Tongues collided, stars formed behind his eyes and he was certain the coiled tension between you had snapped. He couldn’t think straight, all he wanted was to have more of you and he wasn’t prepared to wait for it. 

His lips moved onto your neck, trailing down to your collar bone as his fingers moved to blindly tug at the buttons of your blouse. You moaned into his ear when his teeth came out to graze over your skin, throwing your hips forward into his, unsettling him from his intended pathway. Jinyoung’s head shot up and he looked at your dishevelled state, blinking softly.

“Is everything alright, Mr Park?” you breathed, your hands now smoothing over the bare skin you had exposed from undoing his own shirt. 

“Shit, Y/N, just call me Jinyoung.”

“Well, Jinyoung, as much as I can appreciate that this is going to end me and my ability to maintain my cool around you in the future, I have to admit, we don’t have all the time to remain just exploring one another. I suggest we either accept that this needs to stop now, or…” you trailed off as your hand slipped south, cupping over the outside of his evident struggle for you. You smiled smugly. “Or we tend to this growing need between us before someone walks in on us. I know you have a meeting in Dinosaur World for an inspection of the exhibit in twenty minutes. Will that be enough?”

Hastily hiking up your skirt and bunching it around your waist, Jinyoung cursed. “Even if it’s not, I hope you don’t think this will end just here.”

“On the contrary, I’m hoping that you plan on doing things more appropriately from here on out. One act of being unprofessional is more than enough, don’t you think?”

Jinyoung exposed himself just enough to have clear access to enter you and after applying protection with the condom he thankfully carried in his wallet, he did just that. Smirking as you both adjusted to the internal connection he had just made, he ran a hand tenderly over your jawline. “I very much doubt that this will be the last time I have you pinned up against this wall moaning out my name, Y/N.” 

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mha boys & the music they listen to

bakugou

he!! listens!!! to!!! ROCK MUSIC!!! change my mind.

he doesn’t have a specific band he normally listens to, when he finds a song he likes, he listens to it. doesn’t care what band it is.

besides rock, he probably listens to kpop 🤭

it’s his comfort music, honestly.

HIS FAVORITE SONG IS DAMMIT BY BLINK-182!!!! but me too tbh

when he’s sad, he listens to hard rock.

or something like Remo Drive.

when he can’t scream, he listens to other people screaming, lol.

he didn’t go through an emo phase. he is always in the emo phase 😎

low key loves panic! at the disco and the killers.

kiri was listening to Mr. Brightside and baku really thought it was catchy, so.

SPEAKING OF KIRI!!!

kirishima

he listens to songs that boosts up his mood <3

songs like: in bloom by neck deep, talk too much by COIN, CAN’T GET OVER YOU by joji!!!!!!

he usually listens to music while he works out, i mean, who doesn’t?

he went through an emo phase. loved twenty one pilots. probably still does.

he loves angsty love songs!! (teenage dirtbag lol)

listens to a few kpop songs cuz his best friend (bakugou.) told him to.

probably cuz he didn’t wanna be the only one talking about it LOL

makes bakugou a playlist 🥺❤️

NAMES IT NUMBER 1 HERO JWKEKSKSSKSK

they’re best friends (or boyfriends 🤫) okay and they love each other 🥺

i love them.

N E WAYZ he makes a sad playlist when he’s down 🥺

but in my opinion he just needs to listen to his favorite music to hype him up again <333

midoryia

kpop. nothing but kpop.

favorite band is bts (sadly) and GOT7.

all he talks about is his bias. it’s cute but it gets old very easily.

doesn’t listen to sad songs when he’s down!! he listens to his favorite songs!

which are: just right by GOT7, DYNAMITE BY BTS, stay gold by bts, etc.

wants to learn the dance to just right 🥺🥺🥺 he’s so cute i love him

LOVES OLDIES TOO!!!! his mom listens to them non stop! they jam together 🥺🥺

jessie’s girl. he loves.

doesn’t know the lyrics but he loves it 🥺

MAKES HIS FRIENDS PLAYLISTS.

he goes “i made you a playlist!!!! i hope you like it!! <33”

LITERALLY A BABY?!?

all their favorite songs are on there, including ones that reminds him of them.

he sings to his stuffed animals 🥺❤️

mini concert ❤️

LEMME TELL YOU WHEN HE FOUND OUT BAKUGOU LISTENS TO KPOP HE GOT ALL OVER HIM AND ASKED HIM SO MANY QUESTIONS.

wants to go to a concert with bakubabe 🥺

todoroki

doesn’t listen to music.

listens to podcasts!

especially about true crime and scary stories!

he LOVES something scary! the voices are so nice to listen to!

he knows english. bet. he’s GREAT AT SPEAKING ENGLISH.

ONE TIME IZUKU ASKED HIM TO SPEAK ENGLISH AND HE JUST

“hello midoryia. how are you?”

STARS IN THE BOYS EYES I SWEAR.

N E WAYZ

when he does listen to music, he listens to the playlist that izuku made him ❤️

IZUKU GAVE HIM A WATER SPEAKER.

which he uses and watches the water bounce to the beat of the song.

it calms him!

doesn’t have a favorite band/song :T

he does like lo-fi beats tho!

again, it calms him!!

kaminari

electronic beats. dubstep.

HATES SCREAMO??????

when he listens to his songs, he does fortnite dances. i dunno, i just imagine him doing that.

IMAGINES HIMSELF AS A DJ

WANTS TO GO TO A RAVE??????

bro don’t they involve drugs 🥺

UMMMM

makes playlists for the ladiez (and gentlemen 😌)

GIVES HIS FRIENDS SONGS CUZ THATS HOW HE SHOWS THEM AFFECTION

“i found a song that reminds me of you 🥺”

insert a screamo song and sends it to bakugou.

when bakugou read the text, he felt very nice! his heart went ❤️✨✨✨

he loves his friends 😡

when he listened to the song he just

“what the fuck?????”

shinsou

LOVES LOVES LOVES!!!!!! pop rock!

ALL TIME LOW! HIS FAVORITE!

loves indie too!!!! the 1975? he vibes.

DANCES WITH HIS CAT KSJSSKSKK THE CUTEST

IZUKU MADE HIM A PLAYLIST (OFC) AND HE ALMOST STARTED CRYING

makes a MAD playlist

him and shouto talk about the podcasts they listen to 🥺

WANTS TO MAKE MUSIC!!!

lo-fi beats tho!

he’s just so interested in it!

SINGS INTO A HAIRBRUSH.

HES A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSON BEHIND DOORS OKAY?????

makes a “love sucks” playlist

he gets heartbroken a lot ☹️

cuz people are uncomfortable with his quirk ☹️☹️

he just needs love 🤌 i’ll give it to you sir ❤️

Mr loverman came on and he started crying :((

I WILL GIVE YOU HUGS AND SMOOCHES SIR :(((

n e ways give shinsou more love.

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Does GOT7 Hate JYP or the company? Are they happy to have left?

Date read and posted: January 17th, 2021

*DISCLAIMER: readings concerning kpop/celebrities/YouTubers are just for fun and hold no fact.*

Asdfghjkl plz they gave me so many cards 🙃 I'm really happy I did this reading now, I don't think I would've gotten as many as I did.

Does GOT7 hate the company JYP?

They're happy to be gone. They'll always be grateful for the financial abundance and audience that the company helped provide. But they never understood why they had to be their own source of press. They've never understood why artists (like themselves) should have to promote themselves, when they're under a big company. Is that not what a company should do? The JYP building and dorms will always be a second home to them. After being there for so many years, it's become engraved in their memories. That's been the only home they had and have had for a while. While they hold no ill intentions towards the company, all they can say is that they've been content in their company. That they've never been fully happy being a part of it, just content.

TLDR; No

Does GOT7 hate JYP?

I'm going to explain as I go, but right off the bat, yes, absolutely. It didn't always used to be this way, but as of now, they do. They're so happy to be getting away from his negative, toxic, mindset and habits. He was always so cold and heartless to them, very little compassion for their troubles. Always demanding to keep things moving along, even during times when they weren't doing well. Whenever their group did poorly he was the first to make note of it. He was always acting in a manner where he felt he knew they'd be the cause of the company's financial downfall. "Not worth the money we put into you." Which explains the lack of promotion for them as the years went on. They'd always but heads as well, never seeing eye to eye. Where they'd see white, he'd see black and so on and so forth. Which really clashed during company meetings and during promotion periods when they did happen. As teenagers and kids, they looked up to him, really wanted to do well for him and the company. He was almost like a piece of home, like a confident uncle, someone to help guide them. They really saw him in the highest regard, but as they grew older they saw how dark he really could be and was. They would have left a lot sooner had financial issues not been an issue. They collectively decided to leave when they knew that's all that could be done in the situation.

Are they happy to be free?

They're wounded obviously, but they aren't upset. There's this lingering feeling of "You just confirmed by agreeing to this that we weren't enough" which is a sting to the groups pride. Especially after they poured their youth into this company. But overall they're so undeniably happy to have freedom! There's so much less tension between the group members and their work ethic. They've got lots of things planned and are looking forward to seeing the reaction of ahgase. While they are happy to look forward to their future, they don't want to forget about where they came from. There's still a level of respect in the group for the JYP company. So they'll relax and keep perfecting plans to allow a brief grace period for the ahgase who are taking this news hard. Change is a scary thing and they want there to be time between these two events. It's so beautiful though, there's so many ideas being tossed around. A big wave of excitement, we can do this, or collab with them and create this. All this freedom to do everything they couldn't do before, excitement to put the work in. There's so many creative opportunities they want to try and bring to ahgase. Our boys are happy and excited to bring us with them on these new adventures TT-TT plz I'm soft.

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Rose-Colored Boy | Part Three

Paring: Mark Tuan | Reader

Genre/Rating: Friends to Lovers |  Fluff, Smut (later on), Slight Angst

Warning: Language

Summary: Working as a Nurse, Y/N's favorite pastime is getting lost in her favorite online game with her online gamer squad. After 2 years of online banter, Y/N finally gets the chance to get closer to and meet her online friend, Mark Tuan. With many things in common and the same twisted sense of humor, one thing still remains a mystery: Mark's career that causes him to constantly travel out of the country. Still, Y/N decides to take a chance on what could be more than just friendship and meets Mark for the first time. (New Summary thanks to a friend)

NOTES: So Sorry for the year later update! Writer’s block is terrible. But I’m feeling inspired so expect some more soon.

Part One // Part Two // Part Three

“You’re on your phone again? Careful, you’re going to end up needing bifocals.” Bora said as she completed her reports next to your desk. Bora was a first-year resident, and even though you were a nurse, you became friends when you were both going through your respective programs. 

You shrugged off her question and continued with your search. The internet was a blessing and a curse. It gave you everything you could have asked for, but also things you didn’t. 

It had been five days since you ran out of Mark’s apartment. It had been four days since you looked up GOT7. Three days since listening to their music. Two since watching their variety shows on YouTube. And yesterday, determined you have lost your mind. 

Finding out your online friend was actually an idol was every fangirls’ wet dream. However, it sent you into a state of panic and never-ending anxiety. You tried to recall every conversation you ever had with Mark, to pick out the lies or rather the omitted truths. By the fifth day, you could give Sherlock a run for his money with the amount of digging you’ve done. 

Just as you finished reading another interview Mark did with a magazine, his name flashed across your phone screen. This was the twenty-fifth call just today. He was averaging around forty calls and twenty text messages a day. Each one gone ignored until you figured out how to deal with the new information.

“Why don’t you just answer him? How bad is it that you have a celebrity friend? Pretty sure you’re no different than anyone he went to school with.” Bora took the seat next to you and tried to snatch the phone out of your hands. You had to eventually tell her what was going on when she kept suggesting you go to the clinic to get some sleeping pills since you looked like a walking zombie. You told her the whole story, from when you would talk in the game to when you basically ran from his apartment as if it was on fire. She thought you were crazy and that you should be excited to have met someone famous. 

What she said was true but you weren’t ready to handle that part. Could you really just throw caution to the wind and have a friendship with someone who was adored all over the world, but only a half-decent gamer, that you’ve known for two years? You started to question everything and that is what felt crappy. 

Two long years. Now knowing who Mark actually was, it made things more clear. Why he never wanted to say what he did for work. Why that “job” had him disappearing for weeks and months at a time. He could have been on tour or filming a music video. Some things checked out. He did have siblings, that he was from California, and had come here as a teenager. What he failed to mention was the reason he actually moved here. 

Your head hit the top of the reception desk, wishing for something to just whisk you away from this stress. 

“My biggest question in this craziness is, ‘why now?’ All of a sudden he just wants to start talking to you and meet up now? Isn’t that weird?” Bora questioned. Your head popped up to answer, but your mouth hung open, realizing that you didn’t have one. She was right. Why did things all of a sudden change? Things were going fine as an online friendship of when you’d kick his ass and laugh at each other’s mistakes.

Just as your mind started to travel down this new road of speculation, your phone vibrated in hand with an incoming text. 

Y/N. I just want to know you’re alive at least. I fucked up… but I still care.

You looked at the text over and over and before you could talk yourself out of it, a reply was typed in the box.

Why did things have to change?  The message turned blue with a press of your finger before you could overthink and erase what you asked. It wasn’t even a second before the typing dots were shown and you knew he was responding. 

I’d like to answer that question in person. But if you don’t want to meet, I understand. Can you answer my call at least? He pleaded. Before you could say yes or no, your phone was vibrating in your hands. Right when you were about to swipe right and decline the call, Bora snatched the phone from your hands and accepted.

“Bor!” you yelled, but all she did was press the phone to your cheek and got up to run off, leaving you with a voice coming through the receiver. 

“Hello? Y/N? Are you there?” Mark had a slightly worried tone in his voice. 

“Uh, hi?” you didn’t mean for it to come out as a question, but at least you answered, right?

“Hi… I’m so sorry. I fucked up and I want to make it right. I didn’t mean for you to find out the way you did, but you have to believe me when I say I was going to tell you. It was never my intention to lie, I just didn’t know how to explain that part of my life. And when Yugyeom…”

“Mark. Breathe.” You interrupted his word vomit and rolled your chair into the corner so you could have some kind of privacy. You could hear him take a deep breath through the phone, but he didn’t continue speaking, ultimately waiting for you.

“I… I can’t say it doesn’t matter that you’re an id… singer. But what bothers me the most is that on some level you felt like you couldn’t even tell me. Granted, we talked mostly about gaming and pet dogs and random things we saw on youtube, but I think we became a little more than random strangers.” It was your turn for word vomit and all you wanted to do is run away from everything,

“You are. You’re definitely more than just a stranger to me. I just didn’t know how to bring both parts of my life together.” his voice sounded heavy with remorse. Part of you wanted to crack a joke to make the sad tone in his voice disappear but if things were awkward before, they were tripled now. 

When you didn’t respond, Mark sighed through the receiver and asked, “Is there any way that we can meet so I can explain everything?” 

You were still trying to process all of the things and somehow your mouth decided it was now independent from the rest of your mind and the word yes flowed out. Immediately you covered the traitor as Mark sounded relieved on the other end. 

“Really? Tha-thanks. I can meet you or you can come over to the house. I can make sure we will have no interruptions this time as I just explain everything. Whatever works best for you.”

What surprised you as your hand continued to cover your mouth, was the scene that played out in your mind. Meeting Mark at some cafe as he pulled down his mask and a hoard of people swarmed around the two of you, wanting to get a piece of him. You go to protect him and then you’re knocked out with an ahgabong and Mark will be whisked away like a sacrificial lamb and they will put him on some shrine after shaving his head. 

“Yourplaceisfine.” you rushed out, shaking that horrific vision from your mind. Never again will you go down the hole that is KPOP fandom, it’s a scary place. 

“Thank you, y/n. I really am sorry for everything.” the apology came out in almost a whisper and if you weren’t paying the utmost attention, you would have missed it. 

“Does noon work for you?” you asked, slight doubt in your voice. Now that you were aware of his career, you weren’t sure if you would be intruding on some important time.

“No, no. Noon is perfect. Remember how to get here? If not, I can text you the address.” His voice was shaky and it conflicted with the persona that you saw in the multiple videos of him on stage. He was confident when doing acrobatics and the raps that left his lips coated with swag. The duality fucked with your head a bit. 

“I remember. I… gotta get back to work. I’ll see you at noon tomorrow, Mark. Uh… bye?” without waiting for a response, you ended the call and slid out of your chair and crawled under the desk. If you could live under there like a troll, you would. Trying to beat down the anxiety that the phone call gave you was nothing compared to the boulder of worry you had about going back to his place. But you owed it to him and yourself to see this through. He had been your friend for 2 years. Maybe him being crazy famous wouldn’t change any of that history. Maybe...

[skzss]

Walk with me

Member: Any? Written with Lee Minho in mind but it’s never specified so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ x reader

Warnings: Car crashes, death, slight claustrophobia, slight nyctophobia (fear of darkness)

Genre: Angst

Word count: 1997

Description: You don’t know at all what happens after death but at least there’s someone there to guide you.

Author’s notes: I had an existential crisis thinking about my life and what it would mean if I died right now and then I got to thinking about how reapers are much kinder than we think they are. After all, they guide us through to the other side, wherever that is, so we’re never alone. 

You knew this day was coming. 

After all, everyone dies someday. Some go easier than others but everyone goes someday. 

You had hoped, in vain, that you would die a little softer and a little gentler than you did. But you don’t get to choose these things. You remember screaming, hearing squealing wheels and smelling burning leather. You remember feeling very hot then very cold. You remember flashing lights before your consciousness dripped away. 

“Hey.” You feel someone shaking you. “Wake up already.” 

Huh? Aren’t you supposed to be dead? That car hit right against your passenger side door, there’s no way you’re not dead right? You crack open an eye and it’s dark. Definitely not the hospital then because those places are always the worst sort of fluorescent yellow light. It doesn’t smell like any kind of hospital either. The air is rich with decay and you wrinkle your nose at it. The voice you heard scoffs, mutters a “typical human”. You look up and you blink, once, twice. 

A hooded figure towers over you. A reaper holding a stereotypical scythe, though this one seems impatient. They nudge you again with their foot, sighing. “Not very fast are you.” 

“I just died, can’t you give me some slack?!” You grumble as you sit up, surveying your surroundings. You don’t see the crash anymore, or your body, though that’s for the better. You might be mangled up by now and you definitely don’t want to see that. 

“No, I’ve got other souls to see too. Let’s go.” The figure doesn’t even bother offering you a hand, instead immediately striding off. You scramble to your feet and dart to their side. It’s much too dark for you to find your way without them. Way to where you’re not even sure but you sure as hell don’t want to be left behind here. They set a breakneck pace and you struggle a bit to keep up. Even if you’re a spirit now, a soul or whatever, you still aren’t very fast. Apparently your dead lungs still transmit signals to your dead brain to slow down. You couldn’t exactly wheeze but your ghost got as close to that as possible. Sparing you a glance, the reaper slows down marginally and you manage to catch up. 

“So,” you huff, “where am I going?” You weren’t a bad person. You weren’t necessarily good either. Everyday, you just lived your life, with some care for the world around you and some care for yourself. Whenever you could you’d use recycled materials or avoid printing excess pages, but you didn’t stop using plastic entirely or give up your air conditioner either. The best you could hope for was probably something akin to purgatory, where you’d be neither heralded nor hurt. 

“You’ll see,” they say. You frown. First of all, cryptic as fuck. Secondly, why do they sound so annoyed? If anything, shouldn’t you be annoyed at dying? You grumble under your breath but they don’t seem to care at all. 

For a while it’s quiet. There’s no sounds, even from your plodding footsteps. You don’t feel any  more tired than you did when you first started. Perhaps you could walk infinity without feeling tired. The figure next to you glides along, ever forward without taking any turns. Though could they even take turns in this vast, endless darkness? 

Your mind wanders back to your life, or rather who’s left alive. You hope someone will take care of your cat. She does get rather hissy when she isn’t fed on time. Someone will probably tell your parents. Your heart clenches. Your mom will probably collapse on the spot in shock while your dad silently holds her, hands gripped tight around her arms. They’ll ask to see your body maybe. They’ll definitely cry. You send a quiet apology for dying so soon. Your friends, they’ll know too sooner or later. You apologize to them too even though they’ll never hear. Hopefully they’ll divide your belongings among themselves without too much fuss. Your mom will want some of it but the vast majority of your stuff will go somewhere else. 

“Will you stop,” a voice snarls. You snap your head up to look at the figure who’s gripping their scythe so tight it’s turning their knuckles white. Now that you’re looking at them properly, they kind of look like a regular person. You can’t see under the hood exactly but their hand isn’t skeletal at all. Their fingers twitch on the pole. “You’re thinking too loud.” 

You stop. “You can hear that?” 

They groan and stop as well, a few feet ahead of you. “Sort of. It’s not the exact thought if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

Your face scrunches up. “What does that mean? You’re sensing auras or something?”

They snort. “Sure, auras. Feelings. Whatever you want to call it.” 

Ugh, just what you needed. A nosy reaper to take you into the void. You start walking again, standing next to them and waiting for them to continue onward. They seem to look you up and down before doing so. 

“So what am I supposed to do while we walk? Does this ever end or am I stuck strolling around with you?” You sigh, throwing your hands up in the air. 

“As if. I told you, I’ve got other souls to see too.” 

“So then when-” you start but they silence you with a flick of their wrist. 

“You will know when we get there.” 

Again, cryptic and unhelpful but you sigh and allow the silence to fall again. If you’re not going to get answers out of this guy then why bother? But since you can’t dwell in your thoughts too long, you don’t know what to do. What were you doing before the crash? Singing? Probably. You love music, so much that you were constantly listening to it. Even in your sleep! Perhaps the only moments of silence in your life were when you were taking exams for school. 

What was the last song you were playing? Hopefully something good. Your playlists weren’t exactly filtered through so some of the songs were from before your music tastes changed. You hear a defeated sigh. “You were listening to Teenager. GOT7.” Well, you muse, at least it was a good song. 

You wonder how much long you’ll be walking but apparently the answer was not long at all. The pure black melts into a gloomy grey so you can see a little better. The reaper holds an arm out in front of you, making you stop in front of what seems to be nothing truthfully. But you can sense something from the space in front of you and well, your guide should definitely know what’s going on. 

“Wait here.” They push you back just a bit before stepping forward and- You blink. They’re gone, utterly vanished into that pale light. If you squint just a little harder, you can see the barest outline of a doorway. 

Left out there by yourself, it’s… Eerie. It may not be pitch black anymore but even in the dim light, you feel uneasy. Your skin crawls because it’s too quiet. There’s not a sound at all, nothing to indicate that this space even really exists. Or that you exist. That reaper had really put you at ease, hadn’t they? Walking by your side, a presence to shield you from some of the suffocating clutches of the vast void. You regret being a little impatient with them now, even as you hope to whatever deity listens that they’ll be back soon. Something tells you that you don’t want to be left here, alone, for any reason at all. You can’t help pacing around a little, thumb coming up to your mouth. Bad habits don’t die apparently. 

Your throat feels tight and it’s hard to breathe and everything feels smaller even though it’s just a great empty nothing and and and-

“Quit that.” You jerk your head up to see the reaper. Even from their voice they sound agitated but when you look up, you actually. Woah. 

He’s really cute. His lips are drawn in a tight line and his forehead is wrinkled as he stares down at you. Wait, since when were you on the floor, crumpled up like this? You jump up, a little unsteady. Fuck that’s embarrassing. Anyways, back to the cute guy who’s apparently been walking by your side the whole time. 

“Come on.” 

The door materializes, heavy and dark wood. It looks as ominous as you would expect but there’s also comfort in seeing something so real. You attempt to take a step forward but your legs give out. Now of all times, you think as you collapse. The guy sucks in a breath and darts forward to catch you even a little, his hand gripping your arm tight. “Sorry,” you mumble, your other hand firm on the ground. “Sorry, I’ll get up, I-” 

Your brain races to recap this whole situation. You’re dead. You died and you left everyone you loved behind and you never did anything meaningful with your stupid life and you, you, you-

You’re crying. You’re crying and your tears are warm. Some part of you thought they’d be cold. But they’re warm, down your cheeks and your chin and your nose. Your hands tremble even as they fly to your face and touch the tracks carved. Your chest heaves and you cry awfully human like for a ghost. 

Since when were you cradled in his chest? Since when had he set you down and pulled you quietly, gently into his arms? Since when had he begun to sing, a melody so soft it breaks your heart? He rocks you right there on the floor, surrounded by terrible gloom. He’s awfully warm for a reaper.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, again and again and again. Your face is pressed right into his robe and he’s shifted to stroking your head, tangling and detangling his fingers from your hair. “I’m sorry.” 

He clicks his tongue. “This is why you’re all so troublesome.” But he still keeps stroking, steadily draining away your desolation. 

You’ve never really given thought to reapers. They’re caricatures of Halloween and death and usually overly sinister to the point of being ridiculously goofy. But this one isn’t like that. He’s not just a skeleton dressed in a scary robe, using his scythe to tear down lives. He didn’t make you die. All he did was wake you up and walk with you through what could’ve been years of darkness. You grip his robes and look up. You probably look like shit honestly, with puffy red eyes and red cheeks. He looks down to meet you with a slight curve to his lips. “You’ve stopped crying.” Ah, how beautiful he is like this. 

You swallow. “I’m sorry.”

“Well, it was to be expected. You didn’t die very nicely. Actually, I’m surprised you didn’t break halfway through.” He stands and offers you his hand. You take it with more strength than you thought you had. “Now, are you ready to go?” He gestures to the door. It creaks open but you can’t see what’s beyond. 

But you are, strangely, ready. Did you leave behind everything you had? All your regrets and sadness, there on the floor in his arms? Just what kind of magic did he cast on you? 

You take a deep breath and step forward until you’re just before the door. He’s held onto your hands this whole time and some part of you expected him to continue through the door. But he lets your hand float out of his own as you pass through. You whip around and manage to catch one last glimpse. 

Oh, how sad he looks, with his kind smile and crying eyes. It was a blessing to have him by your side as you went, wasn’t it? You muster up everything you have to shout.

“Thank you!”

[wingsofkpop]

Hiraeth - I.X: Was it Worth it in the End? Part One

pairing(s): Hybrid!Im Jaebeom x Reader, Witch!Mark Tuan x Reader, Werewolf!Jackson Wang x Reader, Vampire!Park Jinyoung x Reader, Supernatural!Got7 x Reader

genre: Supernatual!AU, Dark Magic!AU, very heavy Angst, eventual Smut

warnings: Mature language, violence, explicit descriptions of fighting, blood and gore, mentions of death and murder, mentions of trauma, some satanic themes, etc.

word count: 7,1k

synopsis: How far are you willing to go to find out the truth about Moon Dye Bay?…

chapter directory

A/N: It’s finally here! Thank you all for your patience and support! Please enjoy! 

“—this plan is fucking insane!” 

“You said anywhere was better than the mansion!” 

“That was before I knew you were claiming sanctuary with the very people that sent Teenage Chewbacca to maul Jinyoung and I!” 

“It was Minho who turned Changbin! How many goddamn times do I have to say that to get it through your thick skull!?” 

The incessant bickering of the two voices gradually lifts Jinyoung from his slumber, reintroducing his mind to the workings of reality. He flutters his eyes open, surprised at the lack of light, and forces himself to sit up. At his sudden movement, his head roars with pain, sending a dizzy spell through his limbs. He manages to swallow the temporary vertigo and keep upright, quickly realizing his current position in the backseat of a car. 

“Jinyoung?... Oh thank god—he’s awake.” 

“It’s about fucking time.” 

“(Y/N)? Jaebeom-hyung?” Jinyoung squints, attempting to map out your and his brother’s silhouettes through the blackness. He manages to pinpoint the annoyed glare of the latter in the passenger seat, thus concluding that you are probably driving. “What happened? How did I get here?” 

“While you were taking a snooze, that fucking superwolf broke into our home and nearly ripped my throat out.” Jaebeom snorts, “Of course, not until after he impaled me with my own landscaping.” 

“I managed to stake him before he hurt Jaebeom.” You pipe in, “But we don’t think it killed him—only slowed him down long enough to let us get away.” 

Jinyoung shakes his head in both confusion and shock, immediately regretting the decision when his brain pounds like a bass drum. He allows himself a moment to pass the ache before cautiously speaking, “And… where exactly are we going?” 

“Yeah, Wonder Woman. Why don’t you tell my brother where your brilliant idea for refuge is?” 

Jinyoung can feel the intensity of your glare from the back seat. 

“I’m taking us to the wolf pack.” You murmur softly, “If anyone has a chance of talking Changbin down, it will be his own people.” 

“And as I was explaining to our dear (Y/N), the wolf pack also has a pretty large bounty over our heads.” Jinyoung hears Jaebeom release a heavy sigh before leaning back in his seat, “We’ll be attacked the moment we step foot out of this car.” 

“Would you stop being so damn paranoid?” Your frustrated demand echoes throughout the car, “Not everyone is out to kill you—”

“I’ve made a lot of enemies over the centuries, little dove… Killed a lot of people—pissed off even more.” 

“Maybe, but I know you didn’t kill Jackson Wang.” 

The car grows dead silent minus the heavy breathing of who Jinyoung assumes to be his hybrid companion. He tries to make out Jaebeom’s expression, but it’s too dark. His imagination will have to do. 

“Everyone says you did, but I know there’s more to the truth.” You say, “I may not know what exactly happened, but Jackson’s death wasn’t your fault—either of your faults.” 

“And how exactly do you know this?” 

“That doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that the pack is our only viable option at the moment, and I need you to trust me on this.” 

Jaebeom sighs, “Good God—this is not happening.”

“I trust her.” Jinyoung answers without hesitation, reaching across the council to lay a hand on the hybrid’s shoulder. “We have no reason not to, hyung.” 

“And why the hell not?” To his dismay, Jaebeom shrugs away from Jinyoung’s touch. “Give me one good reason why I should trust you with my life.” 

“Because I could have let Changbin kill you… but I didn’t.” 

Jaebeom grows silent again. And although no words are said, Jinyoung knows—and knows that you know—that the conversation ended in your favor. Jaebeom may be a paranoid, narcissistic sociopath, but even he is capable of hope in the darkest of moments. 

A sudden gasp disrupts the hushed atmosphere, resonating from beside Jinyoung a mere foot away. For the first time, he notices a third body propped in the seat next to him. The figure writhes and releases a set of whimpers before growing still once again. 

“We have another issue.” Jaebeom murmurs darkly, “Changbin bit Tzuyu during our fight, and when I tried to heal her with my blood… it didn’t work.” 

Jinyoung raises an eyebrow, “What do you mean it didn’t work?” 

“Minho transformed Changbin into a weapon that would have the power to kill you and Jaebeom—the only two invincible beings in existence.” Your explanation causes Jinyoung’s heart to sink, “His venom can’t be cured by Jaebeom’s blood, so…” 

“So Tzuyu is going to die unless we find a cure.” Jaebeom finishes with a hum, “We better get to it fast cause the hallucinations are already starting.” 

“The pack will help us.” You affirm. “I know they will.” 

Jinyoung truly hopes that your confidence is well placed. Afterall, it is his, Jaebeom and Tzuyu’s lives all on the line. 

☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾

“I don’t think I’ll be able to do this.” Mark stresses, flipping through the grimoire with enough force to tear the pages. “This spell needs a lot of power—” 

“Can’t you do what Youngjae does and channel something? Like a celestial event?” 

Mark shakes his head. “Even that won’t be enough. I would have to channel the power unnaturally… through black magic.” 

“It’s only one spell—what harm could it do?” 

“Black magic is dark magic, Jack.” Mark directly addresses his werewolf companion, shaking his head even more feverishly. “It’s unpredictable… We could offset the balance of nature and—” 

“I don’t give a shit about the balance of nature, Mark!” Jackson cuts in, “This may be our one and only chance to get rid of the Primes—to protect our town and the ones we love… Don’t you think that’s a little more important than upsetting the magic gods?...”

“You don’t understand—magic always comes with a price.” Mark says darkly, “I can’t trust what will happen if I use black magic… For fucksake, Jackson—I could kill you.” 

Jackson places his hands on Mark’s shoulders, staring deep into the witch’s eyes. “I trust you with my life, Mark… and I know you won’t let me down.” 

Mark debates with himself, attempting to find a solution past the chaos of his thoughts. His gut tells him it's a bad idea, but Jackson, his best friend, is telling him otherwise. He’s right—it is only one spell—and like he said, Jackson trusts him… 

Mark just has to trust himself too. 

“Alright.” He finally nods, “I won’t let you down… I promise.” 

“Mark-hyung—Mark!” 

At the call of his name, Mark’s mind springs from unconsciousness. His eyes snap open, discovering multiple familiar faces staring down at him. He releases a pained groan, just now recognizing the ache running through his entire body, before murmuring softly: 

“What… happened?”

“How much do you remember?” 

Mark attempts to pilfer through his memories, recalling his argument with Minho that resulted in the theft of his magic and the moments thereafter where said witch transformed Changbin into a super werewolf. He closes his eyes shut and leans back with a huff. 

“How long have I been out?” 

Youngjae hums, “At least a couple hours. Minho locked us in the old crypt after you passed out, so we really don’t have any sense of time.” 

“Sounds fucking fantastic.” With a deep moan, Mark forces himself into a sitting position. His spine wails at the movement, but he pays it no mind and instead stretches his arms over his head in an attempt to work out the knots in his bones. He also takes the time to survey his surroundings, discovering, just as Youngjae said, to be inside the dingy, crumbling underground cavern beneath the mausoleum. He can’t remember the last time he’s been down here—how ironic. 

“I’m guessing Changbin made a beeline for the Project Estate?”

“Didn’t even hesitate.” Youngjae answers, “You don’t think he got them… do you?” 

“I honestly could care less about the Primes right now.” With Youngjae’s help, Mark manages to push himself to his feet before finding purchase against a stone pillar. He takes a second to catch his breath, then continues, “There’s an exit down here that leads into a bunch of old tunnels underneath the graveyard. If we can find it, there’s a chance we might—” 

“I wouldn’t think about it, hyung.” Mark’s suggestion dies on his tongue as his favorite witch emerges from a dark corner. Beside him, Youngjae releases a surprised gasp while seeming to shrink in on himself. Mark, on the other hand, doesn’t budge. 

“Enjoying this villain complex a little too much, don’t you think?” 

“You don’t seem very happy with me, Mark-hyung…” Minho smirks.

“Okay—you’ve had your damn fun.” Mark sneers, “Let us all go before I really start to get pissed.” 

“Like you can do anything about it anyway, without any magic and all—” The witch wiggles his finger in which the ancient ring still rests. “—and don’t worry. Once the blood moon fully passes, you’re all free to leave.” 

“You’re a real fucking psycho, you know that? You really think Changbin is gonna manage to kill both Jaebeom and Jinyoung by himself?” 

“I could care less if he does.”

Mark’s eyes narrow, “Why are you keeping us down here? What else could you possibly want?” 

“Well, I want to make you suffer as much as possible… but that was already kind of obvious, don’t you think?” 

“I’m serious, Minho!” Mark’s hiss echoes between the stone walls of the crypt, bouncing back in his ears like a record on repeat. “Why go to all this trouble to kill the Primes? To mess with me? Are you really that desperate for revenge? That you’d hurt your own people trying to get it?” 

Minho shakes his head with a growl, “You all made it very clear that I was never a part of this coven.” 

“That is such bullshit!” Mark peers over his shoulder to find Lia emerging from another part of the cavern, followed closely by a quivering, wild-eyed Jisung. “You just never got over the fact that we chose Mark as coven leader—not you!” 

“At least I could have kept Nayeon alive!” 

“Nayeon’s death wasn’t Mark’s fault! It wasn’t any of our faults!” Lia screams, “Why are you so strung up about this anyway!?”

“Because I loved her!” The atmosphere grows strangely tense at the young witch’s confession, effectively forming the beginnings of a large lump in Mark’s throat. That mass only grows as Minho continues on, “She was the only one who understood me! She believed in me when no one else would!” 

Through the corner of his eye, Mark can see the same shock and pain spreading along Youngjae’s features as his own, as well as Jisung’s. 

Lia’s expression, however, does not change. “I think you forget that all of us loved Nayeon—all of us are still grieving. It’s not just you.” 

“You don’t understand—” 

“Then make us understand for crying out loud!” Lia exclaims while throwing her hands up in mock surrender. “You go on about all this bullshit that we never try to include you, when it’s you who never tries—it’s you who always pushes us away!

“We’re supposed to be a team—a family… We are all that’s left of this coven, and look at us now.” 

Minho remains silent. 

A single tear cascades down Lia’s cheek as she shakes her head. “Nayeon-unnie would be so disappointed… in all of us.” 

At her words, Mark feels his heart practically sink into his stomach. He notices the blank expression etched across Minho’s face, wondering what could possibly be going through the young witch’s mind. For a moment, he has hope that Lia’s speech actually knocked some sense into him—that he’ll actually make amends and set them free. 

But alas… he speaks too soon. 

“Apné sà mene…” Mark immediately recognizes the incantation for a boundary spell, attempting to hurry toward the doorway in which Minho retreated towards. His chest smacks into an invisible barrier, sending his body sprawling back to the crypt floor. Both Youngjae and Lia rush to his side to help him back to his feet—a new pain lingering in his side. 

He glares at the retreating witch with all his might. 

“You’re gonna regret this.” 

“Not as much as I regret ever looking up to you.” Minho waves his hand one final time, making sure to flash his ring, before disappearing up the staircase that leads out of the crypt. With a bitter taste in his mouth, Mark watches as he goes, continuing to do so until he hears the familiar sound of a closing door. 

He turns to the trio. “Any chance one of you can break the boundary spell?” 

“I might be able to siphon enough power from Lia and Jisung to take it down—” Youngjae shakes his head, “—but it will only be temporary. Maybe ten seconds or less?” 

“That’s better than nothing.” Mark nods, “When Youngjae breaks it open, you guys will go through the passageways and head to the Wang Cabin to warn the wolf pack—” 

“No.” Lia interrupts his explanation, “Minho will be able to sense our magical energy the minute we step foot out of the boundary. You, however, do not have any magic at the moment.” 

“You need to warn the pack, hyung.” Youngjae agrees with a nod, “You’re the only one that can get out undetected.” 

Mark feverishly shakes his head, “There’s no fucking way I’m leaving you three here. It’s not happening—”

“Don’t worry about us.” Lia says, “I have a plan to stop both Minho and Changbin.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Minho bound Changbin’s power to his own in order to complete the transformation.” She explains, pointing up toward the ceiling. “Once the blood moon is over, Minho will no longer have the power to uphold the spell, so Changbin will no longer be able to remain in his enhanced form, which means…” 

“Which means we have to stop the spell before the night ends.” Mark breathes, “Okay… How do we do that?” 

“Youngjae can siphon Minho’s magic which should give us enough power to counteract the spell completely… that is, if we can get close enough.” 

“Once Mark-hyung warns the pack, we’ll have more than enough backup to take him down.” Youngjae adds, “We need to do this now, before he comes back.” 

Mark shakes his head again, “I don’t know about this—”

“We can do this. Trust us, Mark.” 

Lia’s determined gaze strikes a chord deep within Mark’s chest. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen her look so serious and resolute… 

He’s never seen her look so much like a leader. 

“Fine.” He reluctantly agrees, “Let’s do it.”  

“Lia? Jisung?” At Youngjae’s call, both of the younger witches offer their hands for the siphoner to take. His own hands glow as he begins the counter incantation, gesturing for Mark to make his move with a nod of his head. Mark does as requested, carefully sliding past a crack in a nearby pillar to enter the secret passageway. 

He spares one final glance at his coven mates, admiring the fierce passion along each of their features, before turning into the tunnel and becoming one with the shadows of the night.

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Sometimes you forget life even existed before your time in Moon Dye Bay. Maybe it’s a result of your newfound interest in supernatural existence, or possibly due to the close relationships you’ve made throughout your stay. In the entirety of your time of living, you’ve never once called anywhere home, and while you still refuse to commit yourself to such a description, you can’t deny that this strange, little town has come pretty damn close. 

Before you moved to Moon Dye, you lived in Chicago for about a year while finishing up your graduate work. Not quite in the city, but in a borderline rundown suburbia on the outskirts. There, you rented a decent condo for dirt cheap and found a well-paying, easy office job right down the street. It was every college student's greatest dream—until it wasn’t. 

To this day, your mind still doesn’t recall the event as vividly as it should. Probably in an effort to ease the underlying trauma and fear. Even so, you don’t like to think back on it too much… Who would—when you’re the only survivor in a massacre of dozens of innocent people? 

But even so, if it weren’t for that day, you would never have ended up in Moon Dye Bay… nor learned that fairy tale creatures aren’t quite fictional afterall. 

You push the thought away to focus on pulling into the nonexistent driveway. The passenger beside you releases a rather loud groan as the car rocks back and forth, but you choose not to comment on his obvious distaste of your driving. You’re too exhausted… and frankly, you just don’t care at this point. 

“You guys stay in the car.” You say while killing the engine and shrugging off your seatbelt, “I should talk to them first just in case, so try not to get yourselves in any more trouble while I’m gone.” 

Jaebeom clicks his tongue, “Says the one who can’t seem to go one day without being attacked.” 

“Hyung—” Jinyoung goes to scold his brother, but your voice beats him to it. 

“Last I checked, it was your girlfriend, your proxy vampire minion, and, surprise, surprise, you who have all tried to turn me into a human blood bag.” You exit the car before throwing one final glare at the hybrid, “Keep treating me like some sort of liability, and the next time someone tries to kill your pompous ass, I won’t be so kind as to save your fucking life.” 

With that, you shove the vehicle door shut with a little more force than necessary and storm toward the cabin, attempting to push the annoyance from mind. You wouldn’t usually waste your breath on something like Jaebeom’s pettiness, but with the combination of the stress of the current situation and fear for everyone’s lives at stakes, you really don’t want to deal with the hybrid’s need to make you feel like the dumbest person on the planet. 

You eventually reach the front door, lifting a hand to knock at the wooden surface. The ominous silence of the nighttime tugs at your nerves as you wait—hopefully one of the wolves is actually up at this hour… maybe you should have called beforehand? 

As each minute passes, your patience grows thinner and thinner. Even after another series of rather obnoxious knocks, no one opens the door. You debate returning to the car and discussing a Plan B with your undead squad, but decide to check the backyard first. Maybe the pack is having some sort of late night bonfire…? 

You carefully navigate your way around the cabin, using the light of your cellphone as a guide through the darkness. Minus catching your toe on a loose board in the decking, you manage to make it to the back of the cabin unscathed. However, the sight that you find is definitely far from that of the bonfire: 

From what little you can see, the yard is completely trashed. Picnic tables lay in splintered halves while other pieces of furniture are either smashed to smithereens or tossed to the side. Even Dahyun’s clothesline is no longer standing, and is instead strewn carelessly across the grass along with its collection of unfolded laundry. A particular sweatshirt catches your attention, appearing somewhat dirty in the minimal light. Once you’re close enough, you take the garment in your own two hands to better identify the mysterious stains… and you almost wish you hadn’t seen it in the first place when the realization settles in your head: 

A large splotch of fresh blood is decorated across the fabric like an unfinished painting.  

“Shit…” You curse, searching the area for any other possible clues of the pack’s whereabouts. Near the edge of the pond, you discover what seems to be an array of footprints in the mud, leading into the black of the quiet forest. There are multiple sets, you find, and you hope they all belong to the werewolves in question… 

You know you should return to the car and report your findings to Jaebeom and Jinyoung, but something in your gut tells you that someone is in trouble. 

Before you can dwell on the cons, you push forward into the woods, following the muddy footprints as best as you possibly can. Between pushing away mischievous branches and stepping over lazy logs, you’re almost reminded of the path you traversed before you met with Mina… You can only hope the events that follow this time aren’t as horrific. 

“Yugyeom!...” You call softly, trying not to mistake each tree trunk as the silhouette of a person. “Bang Chan!... Anyone out here!?...” 

The screech of the nightly breeze is your response. You eventually lose the footprint trail, unable to base your path off of anything but intuition. Your desire to turn back is strong, but you’ve come this far… and you doubt you’ll even be able to find your way back to the cabin at this point. 

Your body tenses as a high-pitched wail enters your ears—a wail that sounds oddly similar to that of a human. Against the siren in your head screaming red flags, you head in the direction in which the noise came from. The silence pesters you as you go, practically electrifying your nerves from the inside out. 

Out of nowhere, your foot catches some kind of large branch or rock, sending your body sprawling toward the earth with a loud gasp. You manage to break your fall with your arms, ignoring the gentle ache in your wrists, and scramble to grab the phone you dropped on the way down. Your anxiety is practically through the roof by the time the device is back in your grasp, but you muster up the courage and move to continue your search. However, the reveal of something that looks oddly like a human limb freezes your muscles. 

It wasn’t a branch you tripped over… it was a leg. 

“(Y/N)...” 

It takes you a moment to identify the voice between the shock and fear, but all at once, your uneasiness shifts to concern. 

“D… Dahyun!?” 

After moving your light for a better view, you discover the female wolf slumped against a tree and covered head to toe in what seems to be a combination of blood and sticky mud. Her clothes are practically stained crimson, which you quickly realize is the result of the large jagged rock protruding from her abdomen. 

“Holy shit… What happened to you?” You drop to her level to better assess her condition. There are more wounds embedded across her arms and chest—wounds that resemble claw marks…  

“It was Changbin…” Your heart practically plummets to your stomach at her revelation. Dahyun pauses to cough—a couple projectiles of blood spewing from her lips—before continuing, “He attacked the pack… but he—he was different… Super strong and super fast and—and… It’s almost like he was—”

“Upgraded.” You finish, “Minho transformed Changbin into a weapon to kill Jaebeom and Jinyoung—the same spell Mark tried to use on Jackson.” 

“It was more than that, (Y/N)...” She shakes her head, “Changbin wasn’t… wasn’t like himself…” 

“What do you mean?” 

“He was a monster…” You allow the wolf to grab your hand, ignoring the sticky feel of her blood against your skin. “I don’t—I don’t even know if anyone else is still alive… I don’t—I mean, I can’t—” 

“Shhh.” You hum gently, reaching up to push away the hair melded to her sweaty forehead. Dahyun somewhat calms at your touch, but just from the wild expression along her features, you can tell the poor girl is scared out of her fucking mind. 

“We’ll deal with that later, but right now, I need to get you out of here—”

You don’t have the chance to finish your sentence before she’s practically lurching away from you. 

“No! You’re the one who needs to leave!” 

“Dahyun—”

“He will kill you, (Y/N)!” She hiccups, “You need to run before he finds you!”

“I’m not just going to leave you here to bleed out—”

“She’s right.” You whirl around at the new voice, and to your surprise, discover a disheveled Yugyeom emerging from the darkness. Similar to the female wolf, gaping claw-marks decorate his face, chest and lower abdomen. His arm also seems to be broken and his knee badly dislocated—you can almost see the bone peeking out of his skin. 

You hurry to catch the wolf before he collapses, carefully lowering him to lean against the same tree Dahyun is propped against. A pained wheeze passes his lips, but his expression remains as stoic and as determined as ever. 

“If you care about your life, then you’ll run.” 

“And if I care about yours and Dahyun’s lives?” 

“We’re already as good as dead.” 

“No—” You shake your head feverishly, “—I refuse to let you throw yourself to the big bad wolf like some fucking martyr, so you either start moving or I’ll drag you by the skin of your teeth.” 

Yugyeom’s expression softens. “You sound like Jackson-hyung…”

If it were any other situation, you would have allowed yourself the time to respond to the newcomer’s comparison… but you’d rather not stay and risk the chance of encountering any more surprises. 

“C’mon.” You carefully throw Dahyun’s arm over your shoulder, mindful not to push the rock deeper into her abdomen. Once you’re sure she won’t buckle back to the forest floor, you offer your free hand to the third party. “None of us are dying tonight.” 

A familiar, malicious chuckle has your limbs growing numb.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” Like a creature of the night, a smirking Changbin saunters into view. His clothes are torn and tarnished with blood, yet there’s no trace of injury along his skin. With the little light you have, you can just barely make out the black veins decorating underneath his eyes—the magic is already starting to consume him. 

“Listen to me…” You murmur cautiously, maneuvering your body so Dahyun is safe behind and out of reach. “You’re under the effects of dark magic, okay? You’re not yourself—” 

“I’ve never felt more like myself than I have now.” Your eyes dart around the area as Changbin leers closer and closer, attempting to find something sharp or heavy enough to knock him out. Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be any tea mugs or large branches in sight—

“I don’t want to hurt you, Changbin…”

“Really? Cause I sure want to hurt you…” He smiles devishly,  “In fact, I’m just dying to rip out your fucking throat after that bullshit stunt you pulled back at the manor—” 

“Leave her out of this, Bin.” Yugyeom hisses, clutching his chest while keeping himself supported against the tree. “If you have a problem, then take it out on me… Not her.” 

“Oh, don’t worry… I’ll get to you next, hyung.” Changbin suddenly approaches, providing you no preparation as he snatches your wrist and pulls. With the little strength she has left, Dahyun attempts to defend you, landing a couple heavy hits against the attacker’s head. However, it only takes a good shove to send her flying to the ground—leaving you helpless in the arms of the beast. 

You try to throw your own punches, but Changbin is both stronger and faster by miles. In the blink of an eye, he has your figure pinned to the ground with a calloused hand around your throat. Your lungs immediately go into a frenzy as the superwolf cuts off your oxygen supply. You claw at his fingers, breaking skin and fighting for breath, but his grip remains as firm as steel.

“…Think of…” You choke—your eyes beginning to roll to the back of your head.  “…J-Jack…son…” 

“What the fuck did you say—!?” 

A loud bang erupts through the area, drowning out Changbin’s demand. Through the dark spots of your vision, you notice a gaping hole in the center of his throat. Another bang sounds, and this time, his head is blown to shreds of brain matter and skull. His grip immediately loosens, permitting your intake of oxygen once more. You quickly scramble away from the now unmoving corpse, gasping for air and clutching your swollen neck. 

You’re almost glad it’s dark, so you can’t see the extent to which Changbin’s head had been mutilated. 

Your ears are still vibrating when someone takes your shoulders.

“Jinyoung…?” 

“Are you hurt?”

“No—no… I’m fine.” You allow the vampire to help you back to your feet. “Is… he?” 

“For now.” Jinyoung hums, leading you into a nearby circle of light. To your surprise, you discover Mark carrying Dahyun with one arm and supporting Yugyeom with the other—a large shotgun splayed along his back. “Mark is a remarkable shot… I don’t think you wish to see, but Changbin won’t be bothering us for at least a couple hours.” 

You release a sigh of relief. “Great… But now what?” 

“Yugyeom says the rest of the pack is holed up in a secret bunker deeper into the forest.” Mark speaks for the first time, “We should head there… We all need to talk.” 

“There’s no time like the present.” Jaebeom pipes up, emerging from the shadows with an unconscious Tzuyu in his arms. “I don’t know about you guys, but I really don’t want to be here when this guy wakes up…”

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Jackson is floating, aimlessly traveling through a white fog in which reality doesn’t quite reach. The Other Side is funny like that—Jackson doesn’t exist in the eyes of nature, therefore, when he’s not visiting the land of the living, he’s merely suspended in a state of nonexistence with nothing but the company of his own thoughts. He’ll spot the spirit of a fellow supernatural every so often, but even then… he’s completely alone. 

Until he found you. 

A wave of fondness spreads through Jackson’s veins—as if he had drunk a comforting cup of hot tea. In all the time he’s spent in the neverending nothingness, he never once thought he’d be able to feel again… but like a firework in the black of night, you sparked every bit of hope and passion and liveliness lingering within his mortal spirit. Maybe it was your determination that reminded him of his past self, or maybe it was your eyes—so bright with the stars of mortality—that made Jackson want to live again, to experience the warmth of your smile and the chill of your gaze in the depths of a true beating heart. 

Something about you just makes him feel so… human. 

Jackson snickers to himself before peering over his shoulder, having previously noticed some kind of blurred silhouette in the distance. It’s too far to tell, but he can just barely make out the approaching shape of another spirit—likely a newly deceased supernatural. He prepares to retire back to his thoughts, but is, however, interrupted when an ice-cold feeling overtakes the entirety of his being. Jackson freezes, both from the cold and his realization: 

The witches know about his plan… and they’re not happy about it. 

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“—so once Youngjae siphons Minho’s power, he’ll be able to reverse the spell and turn Changbin back to normal.” Jaebeom keeps his focus on the witch as he relays his explanation to the many other audience members scattered around the bunker. He never thought the day would come where he would actually be working in tandem with Mark Tuan, the motherfucking magician himself, but here he is—

“What if Youngjae can’t perform the spell in time?” The pack’s beta, Yugyeom speaks up from his seat at a small, cardboard table stationed in the tiny kitchenette. He stretches his newly healed knee out in front of him before sparing Mark an inquisitive glance, “What happens then?” 

“Minho’s power is the only anchor keeping Changbin alive, most of which he's drawing from the eclipse. Once that power runs out, then Changbin’s form will give out, which means—” 

“He’ll die.” Dahyun finishes, pacing from one end of the underground shelter to the other. If it weren’t for the blood stains on her clothing and the large bandage encompassing her exposed abdomen, it would be impossible to tell she had been stabbed only minutes ago.

Being a werewolf certainly does pay off. 

Mark nods, “Yes.”  

“How long do we have then? Roughly?”

“‘Til the moon goes down, so about an hour and a half. Two hours at the most.”

“Shit.” She curses, “We’re so fucking screwed.”

“Let’s not jump to the worst of all evils so quickly.” Jaebeom fights the urge to roll his eyes as his brother, always the hero, appears from the next room before assuming his perch beside your sitting figure. He hands you an ice pack while still speaking to Mark, “You’re certain Youngjae will have enough strength to disarm the witch?” 

“Not really, but it’s the only option at this point.” 

“While this pathetic excuse of a plan is super great and all, there’s still a pretty big fucking elephant in the room.” Ignoring the harsh glare the witch sends his way, Jaebeom continues, “There’s a cure for werewolf wonder’s bite, right? Some sort of witchy antidote or spell—?”

“As sorry as I am for your vampire girlfriend, I never thought of a cure when I designed the spell.” Mark’s eyes flash with something akin to resentment, spilling amusement through Jaebeom’s veins like a toxin. “When I want something—someone dead, I want them to stay dead.” 

Jaebeom snorts. “Still the same punk ass kid you’ve always been, Tuan… It’s nice to see that nothing’s changed.” 

“You’re a fucking prick—” 

“Mark-hyung. Don’t.” Yugyeom places a calming hand on Mark’s shoulder, stopping him from storming over to where Jaebeom is currently smirking like a fool. The wolf glances at the latter before shaking his head, “We have bigger things than petty rivalries to worry about.”

To Jaebeom’s disappointment, Mark agrees with a sigh. 

“Right… It’s just been a real shitty night.” 

“For all of us, it’s safe to say.” Jaebeom doesn’t miss the warning look his brother sends his way, shaking his head scoldingly before turning to the witch-werewolf pair. “Could Changbin’s blood possibly reverse the venom’s effects? Similar to Jaebeom?” 

Mark shakes his head, “Changbin isn’t a hybrid like your asshole of a brother. His blood has no healing properties whatsoever—”

“But there has to be something.” Your voice immediately cuts the former off, allowing Jaebeom some time to suppress the urge to fly across the room and tear the witch’s tongue from his mouth. “Youngjae once told me that magic always has a loophole, so a cure has to exist—we just have to figure out what it is.” 

“I admire your positivity, little dove, but we don’t exactly have the time for trial and error.” Jaebeom peers over his shoulder at a sleeping Tzuyu—who is still showing no signs of possible consciousness or life in general. Her skin is flushed and sweaty with fever, but he can sense how her limbs tremble beneath the poison coursing through her veins. His chest tightens for a moment, only until he returns his focus back onto the conversation at hand: 

“Minho might have an idea, but it’s a long shot.” Mark exhales, “Once we take him down, there’s no guarantee he’d tell us—if there is a cure, that is—and with the combined effects of your and Changbin’s venom, I have no clue how long your girlfriend has until—” 

A sudden clatter has everyone leaping from their seats. Yugyeom flies to the bunker door in mere seconds while Mark snatches his shotgun from the kitchen counter behind him. Through the corner of his eye, Jaebeom notices Jinyoung usher you behind his form before pressing a small pocket knife between your fingers. The blossoming of the black bruises along your throat sparks rancor through the hybrid’s veins, and he readies himself into his own fighting stance. 

“Yugyeom!?... Are you in there!?” 

Yugyeom’s hostile expression transitions into one of relief—the tension melting from his body like snow. Although the voice is apparently familiar to the rest, Jaebeom remains tense as the beta goes about unlocking the bunker door. He almost expects a cackling Changbin to come bursting through the trapdoor, but is pleasantly surprised when a new figure comes into view—another limp body thrown precariously over his shoulder. 

“Oh my god! Chan—Felix!” Dahyun immediately rushes toward the pair. Her gaze practically alive with fear. “Holy shit—is he alive!?”

The newcomer, who Jaebeom assumes to be Chan, sets down the teenager, presumably Felix, on one of the bunk beds with the help of Yugyeom and Mark. He catches Jinyoung helping a third figure, a teenage girl who can’t be over eighteen, into the bunker as well. Judging by her glassy irises and quivering lips, she seems as if she is going to burst into tears at the drop of a thimble. The group’s collective ragged appearance, Jaebeom knows, signifies the aftermath of one hell of a fight. 

“What the hell happened out there, Chan!?” Yugyeom’s demand awakens the hybrid from his trance, forcing him to return his focus to the newcomer. 

“H-He found us…” Chan murmurs darkly, “I… I tried to protect them… but he was too strong…” 

“How is that possible?” Jaebeom frowns. “Sabrina the Witch over here blew his fucking head off—” 

“They had to have been attacked before then.” Jinyoung places a calming hand on his shoulder, which he is quick to shake off. 

The strange werewolf nods in agreement, “We took our time to get here—didn’t want to risk running into him again…” 

“Wait…” The room grows hushed at Dahyun’s exclamation. When Jaebeom turns toward the female wolf, his annoyance falters at the panicked expression etched along her pretty features. “Where the hell is Chaeyoung…?” 

Chan remains silent and still, like a boy fresh out of war, but Jaebeom has witnessed enough in his many lifetimes to see the answer written all along his face. 

Yugyeom stands. His expression grim, almost sorrowful, as if he already knows too. 

“Bang Chan… Where is Chaeyoung?” 

“…she’s dead…” His whisper is barely audible, yet the hybrid can see how deeply those two words wound the crowd around him. “…bled out… there was nothing I could do…”   

“Fuck…” Dahyun shivers before burying her face into her palms and letting out an even louder curse, “Fuck!...”

“I’m so sorry…” 

Your soft voice carries over the female wolf’s sobs. Fascinated, Jaebeom watches as you maneuver your way across the bunker to kneel in front of a now sitting Bang Chan. You take his trembling hands between your own and peer up at the wolf with the most sympathetic gaze he has ever seen—his own heart can’t help but lurch at the sight. 

“I hate to add to the list, but we have another issue—” Mark groans, pulling his hand away from the incapacitated teenager’s neck to press it against his own perspirating forehead. “—Felix was bitten…” 

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” 

“Dahyun—please.” Yugyeom sighs, “I just—shit.” 

“We need to find that cure. Now.” Jinyoung steps forward, turning to speak directly to Mark. “I will go to the graveyard to assist your coven. With my help, it should be fairly simple to disarm the rogue.” 

“Don’t underestimate him. You’re still gonna have to put up a damn good fight.” 

“I can well manage on my own.” 

Jaebeom shakes his head with a sneer, “I seriously doubt that, considering you got yourself poisoned the last time you played goddamn Superman.” 

As much as Jinyoung puts up the invincible front, Jaebeom has known his brother for a long, long time—and also knows that the previous encounter with the superwolf left him much weaker than before. He can see it in the trembling of his hands and the pained lines etched along his forehead. He’ll get himself killed long before he reaches the graveyard. 

“Jaebeom should go too.” You rise from your kneeling position to join the group. “Two pairs of hands are better than one. You can protect each other.” 

“Absolutely not.” Jinyoung disagrees, “Jaebeom needs to remain here in case Changbin resurrects again.” 

“We don’t have the time to worry about that. The witches will need all the help they can get.” 

Jaebeom scoffs, “I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but (Y/N) is right. We don’t know what we’re up against—better for us both to be there than just the one.”

Jinyoung stares at Jaebeom for a brief moment, as if searching his face for some hidden secret, before inhaling a deep, yet silent breath and finally nodding, “Fine. But if Changbin attacks—”

“We’ll handle it.” Yugyeom nods, “Thank you… for doing this.” 

“We all have something to lose.” Jaebeom doesn’t miss the glance Jinyoung sends in your direction before making his way over to the bunker exit. “I just wish to make sure that no one else dies.” The last bout of final farewells are shared along with the reminder for everyone to remain on their best guard. In an attempt to follow his brother, Jaebeom moves to climb the ladder, but is stopped by the call of his name: 

“Jaebeom, wait!...” He pauses—his interest piquing as you rush toward his temporary perch. Your gaze is shy, he notices, but still contains the fire of a thousand burning suns. “Just… be careful out there, okay?” 

His response is indifferent. ���Not to worry, little dove. I’ll make sure Jinyoung returns to you in one piece.” 

“Promise me you both will return in one piece, please…” 

Jaebeom’s annoyance immediately dissipates at the stressed enunciation of your words. His cold expression melts into a mixture of surprise and astonishment, mirroring the conflict brewing throughout his chest. He clears his throat, attempting to expel the emotions creeping up his back, before nodding: 

“Y-Yeah, sure.” He gulps, “Can you… take care of Tzuyu? While I’m gone?” 

Your gaze softens. “Of course. Just please stay alive.” 

Jaebeom doesn’t respond, untrusting that his words will make sense if said aloud. After providing you a silent farewell, he climbs the rest of the way out of the bunker where Jinyoung is waiting. His brother offers a pointed glance when he completely exits the safety of the bunker.  

“I trust you’re ready for this, hyung?” 

“Let’s get this shit over with.” Jaebeom rolls his eyes, “I’m getting real tired of running from Teenage Chewbacca.”