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I don't belong here | Shen Ricky & Park Gunwook

Summary: Even though you weren't the type to go to parties, there had to be an exception made for your friend. Little did you know that you'd reunite with a certain individual along with meeting a new one.

Pairing: Female reader x Shen Ricky x Park Gunwook

Genre: Smut (as usual, Minors DNI), one night stand

Word count: 3491 (wow almost 3.5K very surprising)

Warnings: SoftDom!Ricky, slightly MeanDom!Gunwook, fingering, clit slapping, finger sucking, nipple play, lots of praising, slight degradation, pet names (princess, slut, pretty girl, bunny), bulge kink, kind of? MonsterCock!Gunwook, cum eating mentioned at the end

Notes: As soon as I saw the pic I knew I had to drop something, they looked TEW GOOD for me not to write anything about it. Anyways, enjoy pookies!

Song recommendation: I Don't Belong In This Club - Why Don't We

How did you end up in bed with two hot boys? It all started out with going to a friend’s birthday party and as much as you hated going out and being in crowded places you had no choice but to attend. You were wearing a baby pink off shoulder mini dress, the fabric perfectly hugging your curves, showing them off just right. Your makeup looked perfect, it wasn't too strong but it was enough to have people turning their heads. Your hair was also perfect, the soft curls complimenting the dress and the makeup well.

By the time you arrived at the party the place was full of people that were familiar but also that weren't. ‘Why the fuck are so many people here?’ You muttered under your breath as you got out of your car and closed the door. It was a miracle you somehow managed to find a space to park the car.

You sighed, holding your purse and the bag containing the gift in one hand, locking the car with the other as you made sure every door was properly locked, you could never go wrong with checking every door, the last thing you wanted on your mind was someone to try and steal your car or anything that's inside it.

After confirming that the car was indeed locked you put your purse over your shoulder, while you held the bag and started walking towards the house. Your heels clacked against the concrete, the sound being noticeable in the empty streets. You kept your posture straight, your hips swaying slightly as you walked confidently.

The house wasn't far thankfully, the walk being short just by 5 minutes from where you parked your car. Music could be heard as you stepped at the entrance of the front yard, taking slow steps as if not to damage your heels. You kept walking and stopped near the door shortly after, quickly checking if you had everything in your purse and making sure the gift wasn't broken in the bag.

You took a deep breath and walked inside, already met by the smell of cigarettes mixed with the strong alcohol, the loud music already starting to ring through your ears. There were a few people in the middle of the room dancing, at least there was an attempt with the drunk ones, and it was painfully obvious by how their bodies swayed.

Meanwhile, there were a few couples, some of them being in the corners and eating each other's faces off. ‘No wonder love feels so disgusting.’ You thought and shook your head, your main focus being greeting your friend, give the gift to her, wish her a happy birthday and flee away from the party when given the chance.

“Y/N! You're here! I almost thought you wouldn't show up.” You heard your friend, Celine exclaim excitedly as you approached her. “That was the plan at first, but it would've been a shame if I missed my best friend's birthday.” You said, seeming almost nonchalant compared to her, being overly excited.

She mumbled a small ‘thank you’ and you both hugged, her happiness boosting as soon as you both broke the hug. “Happy birthday! I hope you keep being smart.” You say sarcastically as you give her the bag and she happily takes it. “Thank you, I hope you find a boyfriend soon.” She talked back sarcastically and you rolled your eyes, causing you both to laugh.

“I heard that Ricky is here.” She added in, already catching your attention with those words. “Ricky? As in the Shen Ricky?” You questioned, watching as she set the bag on a table full with other gifts from the other guests. “Yeah! I saw him with a friend of his, but he did have a huge glow up.” She proclaimed, and you already knew her words were 100% true with how confident she sounded.

“It's no surprise with the way he ditched classes but still managed to get good grades that he'd also get a glow up too.” You muttered under your breath, not seeming surprised at all that you'd somehow reunite with him one way or another.

“You should talk to him. Bet he missed talking to you.” She suggested. “There's no way I'm talking to him.” You said, already turning to leave, but she quickly grabbed your wrist, restricting you from moving away further than initially planned. “Come on, it won't be so bad. Please?” She begged and you knew she was up to no good whenever she didn't let you leave.

“If you're concerned if you're going to get along with him or not then I'm sure you'll have a conversation flowing. Just go and talk to him!” She urged, already pulling you along with her as you both walked over to find Ricky and his friend and you surprisingly found them both quickly.

“Well look who it is!” Ricky said, sounding smug as you both approached him and his friend. “Haven't seen you in a while, sweetheart.” He added, clearly unphased by the way you were trying to keep calm in front of him, a smirk forming on his face as he looked at you up and down, shamelessly checking you out. “It's nice to see you again, Shen.” You mumbled, the shyness already starting to show.

“It's nice to see you too, Y/N.” He replied, a small smile forming on his lips as you both started catching up, having small talk from after finishing high school to your plans for the future, that's until you both stumbled on the topic about your love lifes. The whole time you kept talking with Ricky, his friend would observe you both, quietly downing the liquid remaining in the cup as he heard you and Ricky converse with ease.

“Oh, I almost forgot to introduce you both.” Ricky interrupted the conversation you were both so immersed in, turning to the boy who was too busy eyeing the liquid in the cup. “This is Gunwook, he's not as mean as he looks.” Ricky added as he patted Gunwook on the back, causing the younger to look up, already seeming lost due to his small distraction. “It's nice to meet you, I'm Y/N.” You introduce yourself, seeing how the younger’s cheeks become a bit flushed from embarrassment.

“I-it’s nice to meet you too, I'm Gunwook but you already know my name thanks to Ricky.” Gunwook stuttered slightly, his speech becoming a bit slurred due to how embarrassed he seemed. It didn't surprise you at all to see your friend being gone yet again to greet more guests, leaving you with the two boys standing in front of you.

The three of you continued talking, trying to keep the conversation going by discussing random topics, some which made sense and some that didn't make sense at all. Every time you and Ricky would exchange eye contact he’d get more touchy, his free hand lingering onto your skin, fingers gently caressing your arm to his hand moving lower to your waist. It made your heart flutter with the way his fingers pressed against the fabric of your dress, his touch felt nice but yet addicting.

It had you secretly pressing your thighs together, trying to hide how embarrassingly wet you got just by listening to Ricky talking and Gunwook witnessed it all, watching you both but already devouring you by keeping his eyes on you.

He watched the way your body tensed up as Ricky moved his hand underneath your dress, groping your ass as his nails digged into the soft flesh, leaning in and whispering the filthiest things unimaginable, your legs completely turning into jelly as he managed to convince you to ‘have a bit of fun’ with the both of them.

You were almost certain that you'd get caught due to how loud your moans were getting. Your dress was long discarded onto the floor, only leaving Gunwook and Ricky fully dressed. The both of them already had two fingers inside of you, thrusting them in and out as your thighs tensed and your toes curled due to the double penetration.

“You look so pretty like this, princess…look at how you're taking our fingers so well.” Ricky praised as he pressed his lips against your neck, starting to leave gentle kisses along your skin, causing goosebumps to form all over your body.

Your hands desperately gripped at the bed sheets as Gunwook sped up his movements, his fingers sliding in and out of you faster as you tried not to squirm. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, their fingers not slowing down as they sank deeper inside with how perfectly you were spread out for them, your chest heaving as your pussy desperately clenched around the digits, coating them with your wetness.

“Shit, look at her. Look how tight she is.” Gunwook groaned as he pulled out his fingers and slapped your clit a few times, causing you to cry out from the slight pain as he pushed his fingers in and started to thrust them in and out of you again. “Such a fucking slut, can't keep her legs closed even if she wanted to.” Gunwook said, his fingers speeding up as Ricky shifted his attention from you to Gunwook, watching how the younger moved his fingers. You were becoming a mess, the pleasure too much for you to handle, causing you to cum.

Their fingers got coated with your juices and you watched how Ricky pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, a small hum leaving past his lips as he savored the taste. Gunwook pulled his fingers out and stared at how your juices were sticking against his skin.

As much as he wanted to suck them clean, he didn’t do that. Instead he leaned above you and brought them closer to your face, watching how you eagerly parted your lips just to get a taste. He chuckled and pushed them in your mouth, and you eagerly sucked and licked them clean as the older watched you both.

“You’re that desperate to taste yourself?” Gunwook questioned and you nodded, too occupied to give him a proper answer as your tongue swirled around his digits, he wasn’t surprised how needy you were with the way you looked at him while still having his fingers in your mouth.

He let you suck on them for a few more seconds then pulled them out of your mouth, causing you to whine in frustration but got quickly cut off when his lips pressed against yours, while gently grabbing your chin and tilting your head up, deepening the kiss.

Gunwook’s lips collided perfectly with yours, the way he kissed was both gentle and rough at the same time, his lips were so soft it made you feel addicted to them. You were too immersed into the kiss to notice when Ricky undressed, already rubbing the tip of his cock against your hole and making you more wet. He slowly pushed inside, the way your walls sucked him in made him groan while you moaned against Gunwook’s lips.

“So good for us, princess…you’re taking me so well.” Ricky praised as soon as he bottomed out, trying to keep his hips still as he let you adjust to his length. Gunwook pulled away from your lips, allowing you to take a breath as he leaned down and nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, starting to leave kisses along your skin.

Ricky started moving his hips, his thrusts slow as he watched how your face contorted from the pleasure. He put his hands on your hips and squeezed them gently, then moved them all over your body, his touch being gentle as if you were made out of porcelain, as if he was scared he’ll break you with just one touch.

You were slowly starting to feel lost from the way the two boys were treating you, the way they were touching you all over, it was like heaven for you. “You're so fucking pretty…so pretty for us…” Ricky said as he kept thrusting, his grip on you got slightly tighter as he pushed his cock deep inside you, causing you to feel full from it.

“Our pretty girl, yeah?” Ricky asked as he sped up the pace, watching as you struggled to speak. You were already becoming a moaning mess, struggling to keep the noises from slipping past your lips as Gunwook moved his lips lower, closer to your breasts. His kisses weren't aggressive, he was being careful and gentle when kissing your skin.

“So perfect…” Gunwook mumbled as his lips latched onto one of your nipples, starting to suck slowly as he flicked his tongue gently against the hardened bud, causing you to clench around Ricky's cock. You felt like you were on cloud 9, the way Ricky was fucking you while Gunwook was too busy having his lips attached onto your nipple, swirling his tongue around it as he sucked it in more, causing you to moan.

Ricky kept thrusting at a fast pace, the tip of his cock perfectly hitting against your g-spot, noises of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with your moans and the occasional grunts he let out every now and then. He could tell how close you were by the way you clenched around him and the way your moans were getting more high pitched.

It made him feel so lightheaded, his whole body becoming sweaty and heated up as he neared the edge. His pace became sloppy, as he thrusted a few more times before he came inside, painting your walls white. That was enough to push you over the edge as well, cumming and clenching around his cock, milking every single drop out of him as you both started panting.

He slowly pulled out after a few minutes, causing you to whimper from the loss of being full. Ricky watched as his cum started oozing out of you, the thick liquid slowly dripping down onto the bed sheets. He was fascinated by it, almost as if he was hypnotized by it. That was until he noticed Gunwook finally moving his lips away from your now swollen nipple, spit and bite marks on one breast, the other one untouched.

Ricky moved to your side and cupped your cheek with one hand, as he leaned in and kissed you, finally getting a chance to devour you as soon as you kissed him back. He was much more gentle compared to Gunwook, taking his time with you as the kiss became more passionate and gentle, full of love even.

Gunwook slowly undressed, watching how Ricky devoured your lips as if you'd disappear the moment he stopped kissing you. As soon as he was done undressing he slotted himself between your legs and watched as you and Ricky kept kissing.

It was hot to watch you and Ricky kiss as if you were both in heat, but Gunwook didn't mind how desperate you were for the both of them at all. After a few minutes Ricky broke the kiss and quickly nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, his lips latching onto your skin as he started sucking, causing you to moan.

Gunwook grabbed one of your legs and lifted it over his shoulder, then spread your other leg with one hand, giving himself full access to your stuffed pussy. He wrapped his free hand around the base of his cock and stroked it a few times, then positioned the tip at your entrance, your eyes now fixed onto his cock.

‘How the fuck will it fit?’ You thought as you watched how he dragged his tip up and down your puffy folds, purposely teasing and prolonging the pleasure you desperately needed. It was no surprise about his size: he was huge. His cock looked thick enough to split you in half by the way he was holding it, and the few veins along his length made it look prettier.

Gunwook kept teasing you for a few minutes, watching how annoyed you became the more he dragged his tip along your folds, occasionally tapping your clit with it as you whined from the painful teasing. It didn't take long for him to reposition the tip of his cock at your entrance, slowly pushing inside as he groaned from how tight you were, while you moaned from the size.

He kept pushing in despite you clenching around his length, trying your best to make him fit fully inside you. After a bit he finally managed to fit inside, his hips pressed against yours as he moved his hand away from his cock, placing it right at your belly, feeling the imprint of his cock pressing against your skin.

“Fuck…you're so tight, bunny. Barely fitting me in…” Gunwook said as he started thrusting slowly, his cock slipping in and out of your puffy folds. His fingers pressed against your thigh, gripping the soft flesh as he kept thrusting, being careful not to get you overstimulated.

Meanwhile Ricky kept sucking on your neck, moving his lips from one spot to another, your skin getting covered with hickeys that seem impossible to cover up, one hand moving to your breasts as he started playing with them, giving equal attention to both while he moved his other hand to your hair, running his fingers through it as he tugged at your nipples, weak whimpers slipping past your lips as your hands gripped the bed sheets.

Gunwook sped up the pace, his hips slapping against yours a bit harder as he kept his hand on your belly, feeling how your walls gripped his cock tightly, making you feel more fuller than Ricky did. His thrusts were fast, his cock stretching your already used pussy beyond its limits as he pushed in deep, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust.

His eyes were fixed onto your face, watching how your eyes rolled back, your lips parted as you let out the prettiest moans, your hands bunching up the thin bed sheets as your tits bounced every time he thrusted roughly inside, it was the most perfect sight for him, he could watch it for hours and never get bored.

Ricky finally moved his lips away from your neck, admiring the hickeys he left while Gunwook kept thrusting, his pace not faltering as he kept moving his hips, the sounds of skin slapping against skin getting louder with each thrust. He kept hitting your g-spot and you kept clenching around him, your thighs tensing up and toes curling from how good and full you felt from his cock.

Gunwook noticed how close you were with the way you kept clenching around him, moans slipping past your lips as you looked so blissed out. He kept the same pace, as he moved his hand away from your belly and moved it lower, letting his fingers hover above your pussy. He watched your face for a few seconds, seeing the way you were far gone to even try and form a coherent sentence.

He let his fingers brush against your clit, letting out a small hiss from the way your pussy squeezed his cock tightly, desperate to milk him. He placed his fingers against your clit and started rubbing it gently, a high pitched moan escaping from your lips as you clenched around him one more time, your orgasm hitting you harder than anticipated as you soaked his length with your juices.

“Shit…just like that, bunny.” Gunwook praised as he came inside, letting out a groan as he emptied his load, his cum mixing with Ricky’s as he kept thrusting and rubbing your clit. You felt tired and weak, but also satisfied from the way you were filled with both their cum. His pace slowed down, his thrusts becoming deeper as he pushed in and out of you.

The both of them watched as their cum oozed out of you with every thrust, Ricky couldn’t look away as his eyes were glued on your body, seeing the way your chest heaved as you started panting, your face flushed and your whole body glistening with sweat, it made you look breathtaking.

Gunwook thrusted a few more times and pulled out, then pushed your leg away from his shoulder, letting it fall against the soft mattress. He quickly laid down on his stomach and spread your legs, watching as more cum gushed out of your used hole. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, his hands gripping the soft flesh as he pulled you closer, burying his face between your legs as his lips latched onto your clit, starting to clean you up while you moaned once again from the added pleasure.

That’s how you knew that you were in for a long night with the two boys…

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hannie-dul-set · 10 months

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YOU’RE MY BUCKET LIST.

p — SHEN QUANRUI x fem! reader. g — humor, fluff, lovestruck! ricky trying his darnest to be cool. w — swearing, secondhand embarrassment what did you expect from me. 2.8k words.

note — rewriting the backstory of his leopard print shirt. my loser idolverse is expanding. no one is safe. who should i throw into the depths of patheticness next.

ricky doesn’t believe in bucket lists.

what need is there for a list of things he wants and wants to do before he dies when he can get and do everything he wants in an instant? if he wants to go bungee jumping, he can go to gangwon-do this afternoon. if he wants to date, he’s got a couple dozen numbers he can pick and choose to call. if he’s craving for authentic italian wine right out of the cellar, he can book a flight and visit all of europe with his phone as his only luggage.

he lacks nothing, and therefore he wants nothing. ricky doesn’t believe in bucket lists— he didn’t believe in bucket lists. at least not until that damned day of reckoning, when the nonexistence of his list suddenly came to existence, harboring one thing and one thing only.

there’s only one thing he’d like to tick off before he dies. one thing he wants as soon as possible. something that isn’t instantaneously achievable. something that unfamiliarly feels out of his grasp.

ricky, more than anything in the world, wants you to take him fucking seriously.

“you’re so pretty today.”

is what he says, the moment you enter the office. well, two moments after you enter the office because he had to take the first moment to admire how pretty you are before verbalizing it. he’s down horrendous, he knows— totally outside of the image he’s perfectly curated for the past six months since entering university. you’re the chair of his department’s council, a third year, and by some mystical force or another (read: being stupidly whipped) he volunteered to help prepare for a department event and managed to drag the rest of his friends into it.

said friends being gyuvin and gunwook, who are looking at him in judgment and disgust after completing his daily routine of complimenting your face.

“aw, how cute,” is your reply. ricky wracks his brain for another word for pretty, but you’re quick to move one and leave him in the dust. “thank you, ricky! you’re so sweet. anyway, matthew, how’s the—”

gyuvin snorts. “hey, at least she thinks you’re cute.” ricky throws him a punch but it falls weak from the mental damage.

cute. he hates it. he’s grown to hate it after it became the symbol of you thinking of him as nothing but your cute junior. are his daily compliments not enough of a giveaway that’s he’s lowkey fucking in love with you? what else do you want? a truckload of roses? a barbershop quartet illustrating through song how stupidly down bad ricky shen is for his unbothered senior?

knowing you, even if he gets on stage in front of the whole university and perform a three-act play of how he fell, head first with scraped knees, into the tunnel of torture that is you and your pretty smile, you’d probably just ruffle his hair and coo, “good job! you’re so talented, angel!” because he’s so cute, so lovely, so never going to be boyfriend-able in your eyes and it eats his despairing soul.

maybe if he rips his heart out of his chest and you see the gaping, you-shaped hole it’ll leave behind, you might finally get the idea.

“quit being a drama queen,” gunwook says, throwing a ball at ricky’s bedroom door that’s been locked shut for a good hour now. it bounces right back into his palm and gyuvin is laying flat on the floor next to him. “it could be that she knows you’re into her, but she’s just trying to reject your advances gently because she doesn’t want to hurt you.”

gunwook and gyuvin hear a crash from inside ricky’s room.

“that’s— that’s, no. i don’t even want to think about that!”

they’re waiting for him to finish changing (if he is just changing. the crashes in his room are becoming sources of concern). you invited them for a nice buffet dinner to celebrate the success of the event. however, the three of them are already thirty minutes late for the restaurant appointment, and hanbin had to come over and pick them up with taerae in tow after hearing the news that ricky shen— cool guy extraordinaire— is having a breakdown over a girl.

there are now four men waiting in front of ricky’s locked bedroom. gyuvin gets sick and tired and starts banging on the door. “hurry up! do you want to keep the love of your life waiting?”

“damn, you guys were serious,” taerae posits. “is he actually in love with her?”

“i’m afraid so,” gunwook solemnly shakes his head.

hanbin hits another concerned knock on his door, and lo and behold, ricky finally cracks open his bedroom door and walks out—

walks out in an ensemble that they can only unanimously describe as jarring.

leopard print. leather pants. gold chain necklace. a pair of shades are hanging on the way too low cut shirt and they wonder if he’s gonna wear them indoors. he’s got a leather jacket folded over his arm and it’s twenty four fucking degrees.

“what do you think?” ricky asks, eyes proud, expectant, and sparkly. hanbin doesn’t have the heart to break it to him. “i read somewhere that the pattern symbolizes, uh, confidence and sexiness, i think. this will make her stop thinking that i’m cute, right?”

“yeah,” gyuvin replies. “she’ll think you’re hideous instead.”

“google tells me that the leopard print is a symbol of, and i quote, absolute femininity.” gunwook has his eyes trained on his phone. he looks up and gives ricky a once-over. “if you’re trying to go for the femme fatale look, then you’re doing a good job.”

it takes a moment for ricky to react.

when he does, his reaction consists of grabbing onto the hem of his allegedly ugly shirt and starts pulling it over his head.

“whoa, whoa, whoa— what are you doing?!”

gunwook quickly tries to stop him from stripping. gyuvin is laughing his ass off. taerae has a hand covering his mouth. hanbin is stressed. “quit picking on him! ricky, you look fine!” ricky is not fine. his styled hair is not disheveled and he’s visibly upset and sulking. gyuvin is losing his mind. he’s on the floor and hitting the ground.

“are you trying to be cute right now?” taerae asks. this just scrunches up ricky’s brows even more and makes his bottom lip jut forward.

“n...no…?”

“well, shit,” taerae laments. “it’s a genetic disease. she’s never gonna take you seriously.”

the only emotion ricky knows is despair.

he’s supposed to be hot and sexy and handsome, why can’t you see that? do you have a pink filter when you look at him, or something? is that it? that’s gotta be it, right? because why else would you be so unaffected when he feigns nonchalance, brushing through his hair at a precise timing when he notices you starting to turn to his direction. it’s your heart that should be beating like crazy when he greets you with a half-smile and a nod— not his, not his, not his when you return it with a full-smile, so bright and beaming, of your own.

“oh, you’re finally here!”

ricky doesn’t believe in bucket lists. he lives in the moment. he doesn’t want things so desperately to the point where he writes them down on a checklist taped to his desk. the list definitely doesn’t have the words “get miss department chair to fall in love with me” written on it with scrawled letters. and he doesn’t didn’t give himself a deadline to date you by the end of the year.

he’s given himself until the day he dies because the moment he met you was the first time he imagined watching someone walking down the aisle.

yes, he’s down bad. yes, he sings hopelessly devoted to you in the shower five times a week and replaced the word you with your name. yes, gyuvin has a recording.

“ah, we’ve been waiting for you, kids,“ you say once they’ve all settled on their seats. kids. he scoffs. insult to injury. he’s pouting and picking on a plate of galbi. he feels like shit even though you’re sitting right across him all pretty and sweet like the strawberry shortcake you ordered— which he’s trying his damn best to not steal a slice from because he’s pretty sure you’re just gonna go, “oh! you really like strawberries, don’t you? so cute,” and he’d much rather choose physical over emotional torment, thank you very much.

“they were caught up in something,” taerae responds to your initial statement. your eyes gloss over them with curiosity.

“why? what took you guys so long?”

four sets of eyes are on ricky and his patterned shirt. the bossam wrap in his mouth won’t swallow down his throat. it was too late for him to change out of the symbol of femininity. mid-strip, hanbin got a text from you so he got dragged out, guilty in leopard prints and gold, out of his apartment.

don’t you fucking dare, ricky glares at the suspicious look gyuvin is wearing as he brings a glass of water to his lips. gyuvin clears his throat, “we had to wait for ricky who was dressing to impress y—” and is subsequently elbowed and chokes on his water.

hot. ricky feels hot. not the sexy kind, but the icky embarrassing kind because he wants to cover his burning face and stab gyuvin with a fork in the process.

“oh?” you voice out from across the table. you’re plucking out wads of tissue paper for a dying gyubin but your eyes are trained on him. oh my god. he wants to rip this shirt off and die, but he can’t do that. he can’t. he hasn’t been working out enough lately due to stress. “not everyone can pull off animal prints. it looks really good on you.”

huh.

“and you’re not wearing your usual silver! you look cool today, ricky.”

oh.

what.

“you really think so?” gyuvin, who has now recovered, eggs you on further in behalf of his malfunctioning friend. there’s steam rising to the ceiling and it’s not from the open grill. he exchanges glances with gunwook and taerae. they catch the signal and press on. “doesn’t he look—”

“—would you dare say—”

“—handsome?”

“hot?”

“sexy?”

you let out something in between a cough and a laugh.

they don’t miss the flustered jitter filtering the sound coming out of your throat.

mission success.

“ahaha, what are you kids saying?” ricky doesn’t miss it either. the initial shock of you not calling him cute has worn off and now it’s up to him to finish what his friends have started. he doesn’t miss the way you try to brush them off while fanning your face with your free hand, the way you reach out for a glass of water with the other and there’s a nervous bob in your throat when you swallow. “a—anyway, let’s make a toast for the success of our event!”

when he clinks his glass with yours, ricky maintains eye contact amidst the noise of the cheers. his gaze is deep and you’re caught off guard— escaping with a laugh and turning away as you down half of your beer glass in one go. holy crap. holy shit, it’s working.

ricky can see it. there’s hope for his bucket list. he’s gonna swear by leopard shirts and gold chain necklaces if he continues to get this kind of reaction from you.

“it’s not because of the ugly shirt.”

gyuvin snaps him back to sanity once dinner concluded and they start leaving the restaurant. “it’s because we manipulated her brain waves into finally noticing that you’re hot,” gunwook inserts. they’re all outside now. you’re bidding the other members goodbye and gunwook nudges him forward. “you’re welcome. you owe us a meal.”

now, even with the newfound confidence and hope, ricky’s knees still buckle when he approaches you from behind. why is the back of your head still pretty? why?

at the moment, it’s taerae’s turn to receive your goodbyes, wedged between two cars, one of them his. he notices ricky’s looming nervous wreck of a presence from over your shoulder. “ah, and this is my cue to leave,” he says. “thanks for the meal, miss chair. get home safe.”

“you too, taerae! thanks!”

when you turn around, you bump into him. maybe he intended it, maybe not, but god damn the uncharacteristic flutter of your surprised eyes is destroying his plans to act cool, act nonchalant, act totally unaffected with how prettily you’re looking at him under the dim parking lot lights and the night sky. “oh!” you exclaim after reformatting, after putting on your doting senior voice again and it kills him because that’s a night of progress down the drain. “are you kids heading out now? oh, sorry, this is your car, right? i’ll get out of the way.”

he frowns. totally uncool, perfectly non-nonchalant, and completely affected but he doesn’t care anymore.

“what do you think of me?”

the words jump out before he knows it. screw his bucket list. he’s gonna proclaim his undying love for you even if it kills him.

you blink. “what?” a laugh bubbles from your throat— a mix of trying-to-brush-him-off but nervous at the same time. “ricky, what do you mean?”

his face is knotting up. he’s totally pouting right now which he’d rather be caught dead than doing, but he’s now twice the dead man. ricky takes a step forward. you take a step back until no more steps can be taken because your back hits against his car, and he’s grasping at the straws desperate to get even an ounce of a hint of a sign that you’re finally taking him seriously. “what do you think of me?” he repeats, voice a little lower this time. your expression is completely taken over by peaches of fluster, this time. no sign of the composure you’ve usually perfectly maintained.

“oh, uhm.” your hands are unsure and held hostage in the air because his arms serve as a barricade around you, palms pressed tightly against the cold glass of the front seat window. you’re nipping at your bottom lip. ricky just died thrice. “what—what i think of you? well, uh, you’re a very good, very cute, very hardworking junior that i adore, and i—i appreciate all the help you’ve offered to the counci— oh!”

ricky lets out a noise and buries his nose into the crook of your neck, arms that were once caging you are now completely wrapped around your waist. he’s putting all of his weight onto you. he is a corpse. he mumbles something unintelligible into you skin and you ask him to repeat it. “i don’t like it,” he says more clearly, still muffled, whiney all the same. “i’m not cute. i’m cool and handsome and totally in love with you but you just don’t get it.”

it’s quiet. ricky is anticipating the worst, which would be you calling him lame and a loser, but you don’t do that. you don’t push him off either.

“how can i not think you’re cute when you act like this?”

instead you pull him in closer. his eyes widen, and he feels your fingers digging into his hair, a tender touch on his nape, and he feels himself melting and turning into stone at the same time.

“i never thought you were being serious every time you greeted me by calling me pretty. i thought you were just being playful and trying to earn extra points from me,” you hum. he sinks further. the only thing propping him up is you. “but calling someone pretty every day is barely a confession, ricky. how was i supposed to get anything from that? gosh, you’re so cute.”

“it usually works,” he mumbles. he doesn’t want to show you his face. he probably looks stupid right now. “i thought my new shirt worked too. gyuvin and gunwook don’t agree.”

“i think it’s cool.”

you finally pry him off, hands on his shoulders and he feels himself buckling. he’s pretty sure he looks stupid right now— pink and flushed and dizzy, but your face harbors no judgment. “i think i prefer the shirt owner over the shirt though.” only a familiar gaze of fondness and god, he’s so in love and you finally understand that. “now, why the hell are gyuvin and gunwook still loitering out here?”

ricky didn’t believe in bucket lists. at least not until that damned day of reckoning, when the nonexistence of his list suddenly came to existence, harboring one thing and one thing only.

now, he’s got that one thing crossed out. he’s thinking of adding more.

YOU’RE MY BUCKET LIST. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

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kkongdakz · 11 months

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“ ONE BED. ” ft. park gunwook

gunwook x gn!reader, genre : enemies to potential something, neutral but kind of fluff, warning : use of the word die once, wc : 1k>

« this can't happen. » you say defeatistly, letting your bag fall to the floor and staring at the room's only double bed. why the bus driver had to decide to stop for the night, letting you run around in the downpour turning into a flood to this shabby little hotel. only to discover that the hotel has fewer rooms available than expected, and on top of that, you end up sharing a room with the one person you can't stand.

and obviously, this room has only one bed.

not wanting to deal with your bad temper, your teachers quickly slipped away to their respective rooms, locking their doors, leaving you soaked to the bone, staring at the bed in front of you.

« there is no way i'm getting in a bed with you. » you declared, pointing a finger at the mattress, your gaze pivoting towards gunwook, who rolled his eyes and sighed. the boy didn't care about your reaction, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder as he walked around you, infiltrating the bathroom, « you're welcome to the floor. »

with a fake, provocative smile, he finally slammed the door of bathroom, locking it, only for you to hear the shower running a few minutes later. a long sigh left your lips as you decided to leave the room to find something to munch on until you can warm up with a nice hot shower. wandering around the motel, you finally came across a vending machine, taking the time to observe what it was offering. after a few moments of reflection, you simply took a packet of bear jellies and a can of coke, before dragging your feet back to your hotel room.

opening the door, you came face to face with gunwook, who had just come out of the shower room. as he wiped his hair with his towel, you placed your purchases on the bedside table before grabbing your bag to take his place. there's no feeling more satisfying than throwing off your wet clothes for a hot shower — which you did without further ado.

after long minutes of enjoying the warmth, you put on your pyjamas and made your way to the main bedroom. unsurprisingly, gunwook was on the bed, scrolling through his phone, completely ignoring you. you didn't wait long before sitting down at the end of the bed, looking around you — there was really nothing to do. on top of that, it probably didn't have a heater because of the way the hairs on your arms stood up from the cold. « woah, it's really cold. » you whispered, pulling your legs up to your chest.

until something hits you square in the back.

ready to turn around and howl at him like a ferocious beast, your fingers came into contact with the object he had thrown at you : a sweatshirt. probably his sweatshirt. frowning, gunwook gestured to you to put it on silently, just then returning to his own business on his phone. without bothering to thank him verbally, you slipped it on without further ado, enjoying the softness and warmth of the fabric against your skin.

not mentioning the fact that his scent on it appealed to your nostrils.

swivel for crawling on the mattress to get under the blanket, your gaze landed on him, attracting his attention. lying down as far away from him as possible, you put on a falsely threatening face before speaking : « touch me and die. »

a scoff leave his lips, probably due to the nerve you showed, when he had just sacrificed the warmth of his sweatshirt for you. paying no further attention to him, you turned your back on him and closed your eyes, praying that sleep would come to you as soon as possible.

which obviously didn't happen.

a long sigh left your lips as you didn't dare turn over in bed, pulling as hard as you could on the blanket to cover your frozen body. which drew yet another long annoyed sigh from the boy next to you. moving slightly to stare at the dark ceiling, you nibbled your lower lip as you pondered. should you talk? perhaps the best idea for you both is to have as few altercations as possible, but it was going to be a long night if you kept getting cold like that.

so you decided to talk, « you're not sleeping? » you asked, trying not to turn your gaze to gunwook, but simply glancing out of the corner of your eye, « nope. »

his voice seemed to fade into a sigh, though his answer was short. « why? » you continued, wrapping your body a little more tightly in the warmth of the blanket. « don't want you to stab me the second i close my eyes. » he declared in an amused tone, which gave way to a small smile at the corner of your lips, as you rolled your eyes. so you decided to look in his direction, just for a few seconds, without thinking that your pupils would be planted in his.

« i won't. » you finally whispered, trying to ignore the cute smile that had just appeared on his lips when you said those words. the moonlight passing through the thin curtains of the motel room illuminated his face, which you noticed had just softened.

suddenly, gunwook's hand came out of the blanket and slipped around your waist, drawing your body closer to his. you looked at him incredulously, unsure of how to react — but the warmth of his hand against your back made you want to snuggle up to him. « you're cold right? » he said in a whisper, pulling you completely against him, and in an instant your body felt warm again. nodding slightly and muttering an inaudible reply, you pulled yourself up against him, keeping your arms against your chest. finding a comfortable position, you ignored the acceleration of your heartbeat as you closed your eyes, praying that the sandman would pass quickly to put you to sleep.

« this never happened? » you say softly, camouflaging yourself a little more against him, seeking the slightest ounce of warmth from his body. « deal. » he replied, tightening his arms around you, placing his cheek against the top of your head while closing his eyes, ready to fall from exhaustion.

maybe in the end, this night wasn't going to be the worst of all.

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prplocks · 11 months

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MELTING-POINT

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0810hts · 21 days

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thank you || p.gw

pairing: Park Gunwook x fem!Reader

genre: fluff, angst, academic rivals to lovers

warnings:school stress, crying, abusive parents, fight, kisses, (if I missed something, pls let me know)

word count: 1.1k+

(a/n: Not me writing this when I should actually be doing my Spanish presentation for tomorrow 🥹. Also, English is not my first language so sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes and this is my first ever completed story so yay !!)

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Today was the day. The day you’d get one of the most important grades of your life. You made a deal with your parents: if you ranked first, you’d finally be allowed to go on the school trip. Normally, you’d be the top student—always. But recently, Park Gunwook had been fighting for that spot. One day it was you, the next day him, then you again, then him... the endless back-and-forth was driving you insane.

Because of this stupid competition, your parents banned you from seeing friends, canceled your evening lessons, and forced you to study non-stop. They’d always pushed you to be the best, ever since you were a kid. The second you stepped into elementary school, your childhood vanished.

This deal, this one chance to finally escape, was your only hope. The school trip to Jeju Island—just you, your classmates, and the teachers—was all you could think about. But now, you were sitting at your desk, heart racing, as the teacher passed out the graded papers.

"Good job, L/N Y/N," your teacher said.

Your eyes darted to the score—99%. A smile briefly crossed your face, only to vanish when you saw the ranking: second place. Your stomach sank. You didn’t even have to guess who came in first.

"Congrats to Park Gunwook for first place, L/N Y/N for second, and Asakura Jo for third. Remember, we meet at 8 AM Sunday at the airport," your teacher announced, but you weren’t listening anymore.

You buried your face behind the paper, trying desperately to hold back the tears, but failing. That’s when you heard it.

"Good job, Y/N. Looks like I beat you this time," Gunwook said, his voice light, almost teasing, until he noticed something was off. "Hey… are you okay? What’s wrong?"

Before he could say more, you bolted out of your seat and ran. Gunwook’s voice called after you, but you didn’t look back. He asked Woonhak, your friend, what was going on.

"It’s not you, man," Woonhak explained. "Her parents… they made her promise that if she wasn’t first, she couldn’t go on the trip. Now that she’s second, she’s probably going to be locked up studying until she’s number one again."

Gunwook was stunned. What he thought was just friendly competition meant everything to you.

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Back home, the yelling began.

"We made an agreement!" your father shouted. "Looks like you didn’t want to go after all, coming home with that grade! Did Gunwook beat you again?"

"Yes..." you muttered, staring at the floor.

"Then it’s settled. No trip. You’ll spend the week locked in your room, studying like you should have been all along. Maybe then we’ll get our top student back," your father sneered, throwing your paper into the trash like it was worthless. And with it, your heart shattered into pieces.

"Yes, father..." you whispered, retreating to your room. You locked the door and collapsed onto your bed, tears flowing freely.

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"And who are you?" your father asked, glaring at the boy standing in front of him.

"Park Gunwook, sir."

"Ah, the boy my failure of a daughter keeps losing to. What do you want?"

"I came to talk about her missing the Jeju trip. Just because she came second… it’s not fair—"

"Fair?" your mother interrupted, stepping into view. "We had a deal. She failed. End of discussion."

Gunwook’s eyes burned with frustration. "But second place is incredible. She works so hard, more than anyone. She’s the school president, always helping others, and everyone adores her—even the teachers. Furthermore, she deserves to go. It’s her last field trip before she graduates."

"She lost. There’s nothing else to say," your father growled, about to slam the door shut when you appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Gunwook?" you whispered, shock and confusion in your voice.

"Y/N..." he said softly, unsure of what to do.

You walked past your parents and stood before him. "What are you doing here?"

"Your friend here thinks you should go to Jeju. But it’s not happening," your father spat.

You gave Gunwook a sad, tired smile. "It’s okay. I made a promise, and I lost. You didn’t have to come."

"But Y/N—"

"Really, it’s fine," you insisted, your voice quiet and resigned, before turning and heading back inside.

Gunwook stood there, helpless. He knew there was no convincing you, not with your parents looming behind you.

"Now get out and don’t come back," your father snarled, slamming the door in Gunwook’s face.

Gunwook stood there for a moment, guilt and regret gnawing at him. He was about to leave when he heard it: the unmistakable sound of glass shattering.

He sprinted back to the door and knocked frantically, calling the police as he did. When the door opened, there you were—a sobbing mess, a cut on your cheek, terrified.

You threw yourself into his arms, trembling, as he shielded you from the sight of your father, who was raging, a beer bottle in his hand.

"COME BACK HERE, Y/N!" your father roared as your mother weakly tried to calm him down.

"Don’t you dare take another step. The police are already on their way," Gunwook warned, standing between you and your father.

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Your parents were taken to jail, awaiting their court date. After the police finished questioning you and Gunwook, you were finally free to leave the station, suitcase in hand, unsure of where to go.

"Come stay at my place," Gunwook suddenly offered, breaking the tense silence.

You blinked in surprise. "No, I couldn’t—"

"I won’t let you be alone. You’re staying with me. I’ll protect you. You’ll be safe," he insisted, holding your hand tightly.

Blushing, you nodded.

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"Are you sure your parents will be okay with this?" you asked, sitting nervously on Gunwook’s bed.

"They will be. Once they’re back from their trip and I explain, they’ll let you stay," he assured you, folding your clothes into his closet.

"Go get ready for bed," he said, handing you pajamas and toiletries with a soft smile.

After a long shower, you returned to his room, where he was lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone.

"Are you sure you’re okay with us… sharing a bed?" you asked, hesitant.

He put his phone down and looked at you. "Only if you’re comfortable. I can sleep in my parents’ room."

"No, I’m fine with it."

You slid into bed beside him, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of his nightlight. Turning toward him, you tucked yourself into his arms, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before hiding your face in his chest. He chuckled, kissing the top of your head.

"Thank you. For everything," you whispered, as the two of you drifted into sleep, holding each other close.

The End.

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(a/n: Yeah, kinda rushed the ending a bit oops)

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gyu-vinnie · 13 days

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138, 150, 179 and 199 with gunwookie pls 😩✊

“fuck, i love you so much”/ “you’re all mine”-“hm…”-“say it”-“i’m all yours”/ “i want to fuck you so bad”/ “i want to make a mess of you”

i’m getting major insecure gunwook vibes from this 😼

okay, so maybe pranking gyuvin was a bad idea. just maybe…

okay it was a terrible idea. you and taerae wanted to tease him and be your usual silly selves. what you didn’t know was that gunwook was already not in the best headspace since he woke up. all because of some stupid dream he had the night before where someone took you away from him. he kept telling himself that would never happen, that you love him too much. and well, he was technically right.

unfortunately, you and taerae had no clue about this dream. when he came into practice, the first thing he saw was your head resting on taeraes shoulder and he swears he heard his heart shatter. upon making eye contact with you, he stormed out the room making you and taerae share a glance and start giggling to yourselves that the plan succeeded.

spoiler alert, it didn’t. not even 30 seconds later matthew storms into the room. “y/n, why did i just see gunwook speed walking down the hall in tears?”

the second you heard him say that you stood up. “which way did he go?” matthew shrugged and pointed left. “it looked like he was going towards the bathroom or something.”

you quickly thanked him and started running towards the bathroom. you could hear sniffing, and it broke you heart. “wookie? are you in here?” you asked while making it towards the bigger stall, seeing his sneakers you bought him and recognizing him instantly. “baby, can you let me in?”

you heard shuffling and the door unlocked, when the stall door opened you were met with the sight of a puffy faced, red eyed, swollen lipped gunwook. your eyes instantly widen and you went in the stall, closing the door behind you and locking it.

you turned to face him and one look at his face again made you hug him instantly. “shit, gunwook, im so sorry. i didn’t mean to make you cry. me and taerae were just trying to mess with you.”

you cupped his face, wiping his tear stained cheeks. he didnt say anything, just kinda stared at you. your first thought was that he was mad at you, but his face was emotionless. if he was mad, atleast you’d be able to tell. he looked deep in thought.

“i want to fuck you so bad.” he mutters, it being barely audible. your eyes widened and you frozen. “h-huh?” he moved your hands from his cheeks and pinned them above your head, pushing you against one of the walls.

“you heard me, i want to make a mess of you.” as you back hit the wall you looked up at him with wide eyes. “would that make you feel better?” he nodded and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, leaving soft pecks all the way down. “just give me 10 minutes…10 minutes and i’ll be fine.”

so that’s what you did, you gave him 10 minutes. well, technically you two are at the 12 minute mark but who’s counting? surely not you at this moment. your are eyes rolled to the back of you head as gunwook pounds into you with his head hung low. the only sounds being able to be heard is the filthy sound of skin slapping, the squelching noise, your muffled moans that are barely audible with gunwooks big hand over your mouth, and the small words he’s whispering as he fucking into you, a single tear still rolling down his face.

“fuck, i love you so much. so so much” me mutters into your ear. though honestly it’s going in one ear and out the other with how fucked out you are. “your all mine, okay?”

you slowly started to come back to your senses as gunwooks thrusts start to get sloppier and your own orgasm approaching quickly. “hmm…” you moan out, he moved his hand from your mouth and started thrust faster, sending you over the edge as you cum on his cock. “say it…say your mine”, he upped his head so he could see you. “i’m all yours”

and the second the words slipped from your mouth, he came. whispering small praises to you and pulling out. “l-let me help you clean” he says shakily as he grabs the toilet tissue and starts wiping.

when you went back in the studio, it was as if nothing happened.

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ratedfleur · 8 months

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burn it all up.

a series of murders have been planned and accomplished in that very building, only for a group to find out remains of bodies. Now, who will solve these series of mysteries left behind?

zb1 & y/n 8.4k word count genre ୭ mystery

🏷️ : dark content = murders, arson, cursing (and a lot of that), knives, guns, blood, stabbing, corpses, use of morphine & naloxone, y/n is deadass crazy but everyone is crazy in their own ways.

🗒️: as always, likes / reblogs / comments are very appreciated! happy reading! 🗡️

🎼 : the blue danube, Op. 314 (i suggest playing this when you see a 🎼 later :) )

Zero University was an odd school, it was miles away from the city, nearly 3 hours away from the city if you took the train. The students themselves were odd, always drowning in the blood red colored uniform, eyes always had themselves fixated on the new students, finding the new faces odd and nearly disgusting.

You and these 9 men you called friends were people who you chose to bond with after they practically adopted you after you looked like a poor puppy dropped by the dumpster when you were forced to study in Zero University by your narcissistic parents who only cared about themselves.

“Do we really have to go in there?” Yujin whined as they step foot in front of the old shed that was now mysteriously left unlocked after it had been always locked with a huge padlock and chain even years before.

“Aw baby, you scared already?” You teased as he whined once more from beside you, pulling you close to him while Gunwook was scowling behind you and the youngest, bitter that stole his girlfriend away from him.

With Gyuvin and Ricky leading the way, the two opened the old door to the shed only to see nothing but rusty shelves, gardening tools, a few bags of dirt, and a pallet of wood in the far corner.

“Well so much for an adventure.” Jiwoong says as he’s looking around, fumbling with the gardening tools before Gunwook called out to him.

“Woongie hyung, Mattchu hyung, help me with this.” Gunwook said and called out to the two as he stood up straight after trying to lift up the pallet of wood.

The two come at his calling with Jiwoong holding onto one corner of the wood while Matthew was doing the other corner whilst Gunwook was in the middle, lifting up the pallet with the two’s help.

The group went up to them, watching as they put away the pallet to the side before Jiwoong pulled off the old fabric that was lying on the ground– only to reveal a dirt made staircase. “The fuck?” Jiwoong said as he turned his flashlight on from his phone, studying where the dirt staircase led to.

“What the fuck indeed.” You commented before walking right up to them with your flashlight on, heading down confidently to figure out what the staircase of dirt would lead to.

“Noona, wait for me!” Yujin called out to you as you kept descending down the stairs, unbothered by the ants and worms on the dirt. You stopped walking to wait for Yujin who linked his arms into yours while the others followed, you stepped to the side before letting today’s leader lead the way – Ricky and Gyuvin.

“Dude, stop pushing and shoving.” Gyuvin groaned when Ricky was pushing him as they lead the way down the dirt stairs. “That’s why you need to hurry the fuck up, scaredy cat.” Ricky snickered when Gyuvin’s steps started picking up the pace as he led them all down the stairs. Gyuvin’s steps came to a halt when they reached a metal door after what seemed like countless of steps.

“It’s just a door..” Gyuvin says while turning around to face the rest, flashing them in the face with his phone’s flashlight.

“And what do we do with a door, just look at it? Gyubin-ah, you’re so cute.” Ricky cooed as Gyuvin rolled his eyes at him.

The two kept arguing before Jiwoong descended down from where he was, stopping the fight between the two by reaching for the rusty door knob, rattling it a few times before he took a few steps back before abruptly slamming his shoulder on the wooden door, repeating it a few more times before the door staggers, merely releasing dust into the air.

“Wook-ah, give me a hand. Everyone, back up,” Jiwoong says as the younger comes down, Gunwook takes a few steps back like what Jiwoong was doing before they slammed their shoulders on the door, repeating it a few times before the upper part of the door breaks open, making the two take the bottom part by stomping on it.

“Aw look at you two, so cool.” Gyuvin says as he bravely stepped inside what it seemed like an old bunker.

Gyuvin immediately grimaces before he gags, covering his mouth and nose as he lead the way.

The rest quickly follow in, faces scrunching up at the stench as they walked further into the dark bunker. It was dark inside, no light could get into the bunker as they were deep into the ground. The bunker was not fully replenished with what it should have, instead, it was a simple dark room that reeked of something that they couldn’t figure out.

“Should we really be in here? I mean, there’s nothing to see.” Yujin said with you linking your arm around his as the group kept walking further into the huge bunker.

Nobody responded, instead, they kept walking and flashing their flashlights around to see whatever they could amidst the darkness.

The group was filled with banter as they kept walking, not until Matthew called out to the rest who stood behind him. The hand that held up his phone shook, flashlight shaking as he pointed it to the ground.

“What the fuck is that..” Matthew’s voice trembled as he bent down to further look at what he saw lying on the ground.

He could feel his heart thumping against his chest as he came into view with what he saw.

A severed hand.

Matthew gags as he stand up straight, stumbling away from the group as they called out to him. He gags before spitting on the ground before he looks up in horror, only for his flashlight to land on another severed hand.

“Metyu-yah, are you okay?” Jiwoong called out to him, holding up the flashlight to look at a pale Matthew, he holds onto the younger’s shoulders, helping the man stand up on stable feet.

“Hyung, it’s just a petty prop. Pretty cool huh?” Gunwook laughed as he held it up, waving at the rest who chuckled at the man’s antics.

Matthew doesn’t say anything but instead he stays by Jiwoong’s side.

They were joking around, saying how it looked like a realistic prop for a play. “Maybe we could get props for the drama club in here, maybe there’s a dead body too.” Gunwook joked as they kept walking not until they saw a pile of rotting bodies.

The rotting bodies were being swarmed with flies, maggots were squirming around on the bodies’ open wounds, liquids were pooling on the ground they were laying on.

“What the fuck–” Matthew curses before he stumbles out of Jiwoong’s hold, gagging as he covered his mouth after he saw the horrid sight.

“Holy shit, that’s fucking disgusting.” You said as you flashed your flashlight to look at the bodies.

The rest were stunned upon seeing rotting flesh right in front of them, piles and piles of bodies just placed right next to each other. Some were fairly new, barely any rotting to begin with, whilst some were full on rotting with flies and worms moving on the rotten flesh.

“Y-yah, let’s go–” Matthew says before he gags once more, backing away from the group.

“Matthew-yah!” Hanbin called out to Matthew who didn’t turn back when he went up the stairs, gagging as he kept running up. He turns to face the group, “I’ll go after Matthew, you shouldn’t stay down here.” Hanbin says before he left them, chasing after Matthew.

Gyuvin, being the curious one of the group, he creeped up towards one of the bodies, kneeling down beside it with a hand covering his mouth and nose whilst studying the body. He poked at it with a random metal stick on the ground, touching and moving the skin.

He studied it whilst the rest conversed behind him, “This body is new..” he suddenly said before he stood up, facing the rest of them.

“Huh? How did you know that?” Taerae asked him as he tried to look at the body, “It’s not rotting yet, if it was buried down here for a while, it would’ve been rotting like the rest.” Gyuvin answers like he just pointed out the obvious.

“And that’s what you get for watching way too many medical dramas.” Ricky says before Gyuvin lunged at him, poking at his shoulder.

“But that doesn’t answer the question, who killed and brought them here?” Gunwook asks before he shivers at the thought of a killer just roaming around the halls of their very school.

Whilst the group kept conversing about the bodies and how they were possibly killed, Gunwook on the otherhand was spacing out from what he was hearing amidst his friends’ voices.

Help me.. They killed me.. He shot and brought me here.. They are monsters, murderers even.. Please, help us..

The voices said as Gunwook’s eyes roamed around the space before they landed on the poor bodies right beside them. His heart thumped when the voices suddenly screamed, making Gunwook flinch.

“Hyung, you okay?” Yujin asked as he reached for Gunwook’s shoulder, pulling him out of his reverie. The older nodded, making Yujin smile at him.

“Yeah, we should just go.” Gunwook says.

Gyuvin chuckles before he teased the younger, “Why? You afraid already?”

Gunwook rolled his eyes at him and flashed his middle finger at him, making the latter laugh.

“Don’t you want to solve this? I mean, a bunker full of bodies near our school that’s practially miles away from the city..” Taerae commented whilst looking over at the others who looked like they were deep in thought.

You stayed silent, watching as they were actually visibly thinking about what Taerae said.

The school was known for being miles away from the city, the people who founded the school believed that it was better to be far away from distractions. That was the sole reason why the university was far away from the rest, the only place beside it was the school’s dormitory and nothing else. If one wanted to buy something from the establishments like a mall or even dine out, you had to take a train for 3 hours.

“I mean, don’t we have to report this to the police too? There must be at least one near us..” Yujin questioned with his voice decreasing in volume at the end, seeming like he was unsure with his own words.

Gunwook nodded, agreeing with the youngest.

“And then? Risk the potential of us finding out who killed these people? Don’t you want to be awarded for something like that?” Taerae asked the group innocently, looking right at Gunwook and Yujin.

The two youngest eyed each other before Yujin saw how Gunwook visibly shivered once more, “It work hurt, right hyung?” Yujin asked with his doe eyes which has Gunwook actually thinking if he should join this potentially mind boggling mission.

“Wook-ah, we’ll be fine. We’ll just get justice for these losers.” Gyuvin poked the closest one’s shoulder with his foot.

With the others convincing him, Gunwook finally agreed and nodded at them. “Fine, no trouble or else, I’m out.” he says with intent in his words as the rest nodded, “Now help me turn some of them over, we need names.” Hao said before he went over to one of the bodies that were flipped over, face flat on the dirt.

Gunwook walked with heavy steps, still feeling unsure with what they were doing. Nonetheless, he still helped Hao flip the bodies over with a frown on his face. He could feel himself get sick when he saw that one of the bodies had a hollow face, already sunken into the skull.

After that, he stayed a few steps behind them as Taerae and Gyuvin studied the bodies as Gyuvin was well knowledged about bodies since he came from a family of doctors. Gunwook simply listened to Gyuvin tell the group about the injuries and possible deaths these people experienced as Jiwoong assisted him in lifting one of the newer bodies, examining them for injuries.

2 hours later, the group declared that they were all people who came from the school: the old principal, Seokhee who was one of the students who tormented Yujin and a few juniors, Jinyoung who was one of the jocks who practically everyone hated, Hwayoung the queen bee, Chaerin and Haein who were her minions.

And these were people who were announced as people who left school with no question, simply choosing to leave and expel themselves.

“Damn, she deserved that.” Gyuvin commented whilst Jiwoong clicked his tongue, “Have some respect, Gyuvin-ah.” the eldest commented as they were all climbing up the stairs after leaving the bunker after they deemed that they examined the bodies just enough for the day.

They went back into the building after leaving the bunker and the shed, conversing ever so often about what they saw. By the time that night hit, Gunwook was left in bed thinking about all the events that happened that very day.

How could it go from normally going to school, roaming around the university ground before they discover a hidden bunker under the school with dead people in them? Gunwook himself couldn’t answer his own questions, let alone the questions in his head about the voices he heard in the bunker.

Gunwook knew spirits could talk to him, he knew that since he was practically a child who was playing with his toy cars not until a child like voice asked from beside him, “Hi, can I play too?”

Gunwook brushed it off, trying not to think about that day’s events before he went off to dreamland, leaving behind all of the troubles he’ll meet with in the morning.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

“He’s just a little gullible guy, huh?” One says.

“It’s all this kid’s doing, praise him.” The other says as he ruffles said person’s hair.

“Now that we’ve begun, don’t fuck up or else I’ll will not hesitate to kill you myself.” One says before leaving the group who murmured at their words.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

“I found out more about the university, the school was founded by Lee Jimin. Yes, thee Lim Jimin who was a murderer in South Korea. What the media didn’t release is that all of the murders were done on the very ground that the university stands on. But nearly a decade later, another murder was done by a student named Park, the media didn’t release his full name because apparently the family paid them not to. They said he was going crazy over a student they hid by the name of Y because she didn’t like him back, that’s the sole reason why he killed her here and buried her on the campus grounds.” Hao says to the group once they were huddled together in Jiwoong’s dorm, the biggest dorm of all because he was a senior.

“All because she didn’t like him back? That’s tragic..” Yujin muttered from his seat, the rest nodded.

“Anyway, what else did you find? Did you find any information about those in the bunker?” you asked, swiftly switching the topic before Hao nodded, “Taerae and Gyuvin did.” he says while looking up from the laptop.

“Well I dug around with the school files and Principal Kim, Seokhee, Jinyoung, Hwayoung, Chaerin, and Haein were all marked under voluntary leave which is rather unusual since the school prohibits that even with the staff.” Taerae said as he pulled out his ipad, showing the pdf copies to the group.

“Okay, that’s weird.. Did the papers mark when they left?” Matthew asked.

Taerae shook his head, “They were blank which is unusual too, all records of leaving the premises should be written down if they were permitted to do so which is probably hard to do so.” he adds.

The group is left in question as they were deciphering whether what happened to those very bodies. They then decided that they would be working in pairs to find out more about those people, whilst you, Taerae, and Hao worked together to find out more about the bunker.

“Okay but then if it went over to the left–” “Just get an overview of the school’s grounds with the shed.” “That shit wouldn’t work, Y/N. I tried it earlier.” “Jesus, let me do it.”

Hao broke off you and taerae’s argument before he took over the laptop, pressing in directions before the system scanned the school’s location – and finally, this included the shed.

He smiles triumphantly before he showed you and taerae who were in awe as the screen showed an x-ray version of the building along with whatever is underground. “Okay, but what separates the school and the bunker? There should be something that lies between those two..” you muttered before typing on the laptop, trying to figure out what material separated the two.

Meanwhile the rest were dreading the fact that they couldn’t find anything else about the people other than they just vanished into thin air, no warning or even letters left behind even for their family members.

“So these people are practically nobodies out of the school..” Matthew commented as he sat beside Jiwoong who stayed still, watching each and everyone’s facial expressions.

You hummed, standing up from your seat while pacing back and forth, visibly thinking about what to do next. Gunwook calls out to you, making you look at him once you stopped walking, he ushers you to sit beside him, wrapping his arm around you once you sat.

“Ease your mind, hmm? Let’s think about this together.” he whispers to you, making you nod as you leaned into his embrace. “What about we burn the building down?” You suddenly say, making 9 heads look over to you at a snap.

“What?” “Are you crazy?” “This is absurd!” “Noona, I don’t think that’s a good idea..” and another series of sentences came right at you.

“Okay look. If we burn the building down, people won’t know about the bodies or the bunker. If the staff or students find out that we are the only ones who know about that bunker and whatever is inside that bunker, we’re going to be framed for murder.” You said to them in a calm manner, telling them about your thoughts.

“And arson is a less of a crime?” Hanbin says to you, making you deadpan.

“I hate this building, I hate this school, I hate those who roam in it as if the school isn’t some fucked up organization. Don’t you feel the same?” You asked back, making Hanbin look away from you, ignoring those eyes of yours that knew his answer.

You looked over at the rest who looked away from your questioning eyes, including Gunwook. Sighing, you stood up and slid your boyfriend’s arm off of your shoulder as you went back to pacing back and forth.

Gunwook watched as you paced silently, feeling concerned that you were really into bringing this mystery murder down. He stands up and walks up to you, grabbing you by the shoulders, stopping you from pacing any further.

“Okay, I’m in. Just no dying or killing each other, okay?” Gunwook told you as he comfortably rubbed your shoulders, making you purse your lips together before you saw him smile gently at you.

“Okay, I’m not killing you, no worries.” You chuckle when Gunwook laughs.

“But how do we execute what you’re planning?” Hao asked, making you turn to look at him.

“Well, we do know that the bunker and building is separated by a thin piece of barrier, which if things go wrong up here, it could burn down and crumble, crushing the bodies and hiding whatever happened in the bunker.” Taerae answers for you, making you nod in agreement.

“And the people and staff?” Matthew asks.

“We kill them too, easy.” Jiwoong replies, shrugging as if it was a normal answer.

“I know you hate the people in here too, Metyu-yah.” The eldest adds, knowing that the rest of you fully agree with him because the people in the school are insufferable.

“Okay so that’s settled, we hate this place and the people in it. So how are we going to burn this place down?” Matthew asks everyone, watching as everyone simultaneously pursed their lips together.

Hanbin claps his hands together, catching everyone’s attention. “So I was thinking–” He said as he opened his ipad up, opening the drawing app before he started telling everyone about his plan.

One night later, the plan is complete. Things were settled that to burn the building down, fuel cans would be subtly hid on all floors and at every end of the hallways, heavy duty lighters would be bought, knives and guns would be purchased by Jiwoong, and then it was settled that the plan would be executed on accomplishment day, a day wherein students aren’t allowed to exit the premises because they need to accomplish their school requirements for the year.

“I already bought the fuel, it’s arriving on saturday.” Ricky told the group as he was in charge of purchasing the fuel, meanwhile the group were looking at the school calendar to plan which day they would execute their plan. The current month was already filled with events, except for the 4 days, the completion of requirements.

“Well, the 17th, 20th, 23rd, and 26th are all available.” Hanbin recalls as he was a part of the student council which was an advantage to the group.

You nod before walking over to the calendar plastered on the wall, you looked and browsed over to the dates Hanbin mentioned before you took out the marker in your pocket and encircled 26th.

“26th, that’s final. Let’s burn this shit down.” You say before smirking as you turned around to face them, making the rest cheer.

Dawn on the 26th soon came, everything was all set – fuel cans were installed, security cameras and speakers were hacked, the metal doors were set to lock by the time the clock striked 11:30, the tent with all the devices were set right by the shed just hiding in plain sight, guns and knives were distributed and the plan was set.

A few handful of the staff and students were forming an idea due to the group’s sudden absences especially during attendance in the dorms, a daily routine when everyone is set to stay in the dorms when the clock strikes 7.

With everyone busy accomplishing their requirements, everyone except the group were in the classrooms along with staffs and professors monitoring their moves, though they failed because there were 10 who aren’t in their respective classrooms.

Now seated at the tent with Hanbin and Taerae, you let the 7 formulate their own plans on how to move around the school once the clock strikes 11 with lights shut down to a dim with doors automatically locked to keep everyone in their rooms before the school is burnt down.

“Okay, let’s get things straight. Taerae, Hanbin, and I are staying at the tent to monitor your moves through the system, we’ll assist you if some things happen.” You said through the earpieces, monitoring their body heat through the scanners that’s interconnected through the outdoor camera pointed towards the school.

The group nods, “Meanwhile Jiwoong and Matthew are monitoring the halls along with Gyuvin who’d come along later on.” You add, seeing how they nodded through the heat scanners.

“For now, stay clear from their eyes. We don’t want them to know who is the mastermind behind all this, are we clear?” You said but you heard no reply, you called out to them whilst watching them through the monitor, switching camera views only to have the camera covered by a cloth, one of the tactics since the school might’ve caught onto the group.

Meanwhile Yujin, Gunwook, Hao, Ricky, and Gyuvin were talking amidst each other, temporarily closing their connection from their in-ears because they mistakenly left a window open, letting an administrator peek through the windows, studying their faces before Yujin, being the closest one, shut the curtains.

“Shit, they saw us right?” Yujin asked as he shut the curtains closed, eyes shaking as he turned around to face the rest.

“They–”

Hao wasn’t able to continue what he was saying when suddenly the door knob started rattling, as if someone was in a hurry to open the door and barge right in.

Yujin stood frozen in his spot when suddenly, someone was pounding on the door, asking for help on whoever was inside the room.

“Please! I need help, someone was chasing me with a knife and then–” The voice cried out from behind the door, sounds of desperate crying were heard as the group were quietly eyeing each other, not knowing what to do before suddenly a blood curdling scream interrupted her own words.

They stayed silent not until they heard bubbling right outside the door, seeming like someone was being strangled right outside. What Gunwook didn’t know is that the very person behind the door was Jiwoong and Matthew strangling a girl who got in the way of their purge.

“Shut the fuck up.” Jiwoong mutters as he cuts the girl’s arm, giving her a warning to shut her mouth before Matthew picked her up over his shoulder, letting the blood from her head’s injury drip on the floor as he kept walking towards a room they left vacant as a storage to keep those who got in their way after they severely injured them.

“Now what?” Matthew asked once he dropped the body down on the floor, not listening to her cries.

“We kill.” Jiwoong says as he and Matthew left the room, letting the younger lock up the room with a chain and a series of locks.

The two walked along the halls, eyes digging into those who attempted to leave the classrooms where they were forced to stay in the moment that the sun set. Their eyes were sharp, immediately catching those to attempted to escape, Jiwoong killed by firing his gun whilst Matthew kicked them down onto the ground before cutting them – a mere warning if they attempted to escape once more, to which they did, resulting to dying from another gunshot from Jiwoong’s gun.

Matthew and Jiwoong then separated ways upon Taerae’s message through the in-ears they all have, making sure to communicate with each other for the night to go well.

Jiwoong went out of the building to be with you, Taerae, and Hanbin to monitor everyone’s positions and locations in the building, making sure to precisely tell anyone to go to whatever place they need to be.

“Now hyung, you do know what to do right?” Hanbin asked through the in ears as he was sitting right across Taerae and you who controlled the in-ears while monitoring them through the x-ray system with trackers in their in-ears.

Hao nods as he’s walking through the halls as if people weren’t crying out to him from the locked classroom doors. “Yep, burst the fuel cans up and light it up when i’m in the middle.” He says as he’s fiddling with the lighter, whistling as he’s crazily waving at those who cried in front of the classroom windows.

He was just walking casually not until the in-ears started to release static noises before sounds of calling were heard.

“Wait… Hao hyung.. Hao hyung, get out!” Taerae said through the earpiece, multiple alarmed voices blasting through Hao’s earpiece.

“What? But I haven’t even—“ “Forget the plan, burn the place up when you get out!” Jiwoong now said through his earpiece, making Hao curse as he ran through the halls, hand reaching into his pocket for the lighter.

Multiple voices were panicking in his earpiece, making Hao panic as he kept running through the halls.

“I swear to fucking god, you have got to get out of there!” Ricky cursed in chinese as he himself was running down the staircase, frantically running as he hurriedly tried to escape the building.

“I know— Fuck, just hold on!” Hao replied to Ricky in chinese as he dodged the falling pieces of the crumbling ceilings, he passed by bloody bodies on the ground being burned by the small lit fires, smelling vile as he ran pass them.

“Hyung, turn right into the corner and run down the stairs.” “Copy.” Taerae and Hao conversed as the older hurriedly ran into the corner and down the stairs as instructed, letting out a sound of pain when his skin touches a slither of metal.

“Fuck!” Hao cursed as he held onto his bleeding scratch, steps coming into a halt when he reaches three different hallways down the staircase.

“Taerae-yah, which one? Hurry!” Hao said as he frantically tried to look into the hallways, only for his eyes to land on burning and crumbling ceilings.

Hao reached up to touch his earpiece when he hears nothing, he calls out to them. “Taerae yah? Jiwoong hyung? Ricky! Oh shit!” Hao cursed once more when a piece of the ceiling dropped behind him, making him stumble a few steps before he randomly chose a hallway.

Hao kept running through what it seemed like an endless hallway, finally reaching a exit that the group isn’t aware about. He had no choice but to exit this way, already knowing what his fate would be if he went back and tried to exit through their planned exit.

Hao stumbled right outside, falling onto the pavement as another piece fell behind him. His hands were scratched up as he tried to get on his feet, only for him to sit down as he watched pieces of the building crumble to the ground.

“Ricky? Ricky, fucking answer me! Where are you!” Hao’s hands trembled as he pressed onto his earpiece, only to hear a series of static sounds before multiple voices cracking up were heard.

“Gunwook— Yujin ah? Yujin-ah? Yujin, where’s Ricky!” hao screamed when he got a stable signal, only to hear uneven breathing.

“H-hyung, he’s still inside. I c-couldn’t!” The youngest cried into the earpiece whilst Gunwook’s faint voice was heard, comforting the youngest.

“We couldn't get to him, he was way too deep into the fire.” Gunwook spoke into the earpiece, making Hao curse in frustration as he angrily cursed into the wind.

“i’m going back in—“ Hao says.

“Hao, don’t even try to!” Hanbin says to him, sounds of typing heard.

“I’m getting Ricky whether you like it or not.” Hao says firmly as he stood up, running back into the burning building.

“Hao no!” was the last thing he heard.

“No, what the fuck hyung!” Hanbin frustratedly said before standing up, taking the headset off before running off, not listening to you, Taerae, or Jiwoong calling out to him.

“We can’t just let him go, Oppa..” You said before standing up, slipping off your headset, meanwhile Taerae and Jiwoong looked at you with a hesitant look on their faces.

“Okay fine.” Taerae sighed as he slipped his own headset off, running off with you and Jiwoong to run after Hanbin who ran straight into the burning building without looking back.

Hanbin desperately ran and called out to Hao, looking for the older who was looking for Ricky in the dark halls that were soon going to be swallowed up by the flames.

“Hao hyung! Fuck, where are you!” Hanbin called out to him, running into the flames despite some of his clothing getting caught in them.

Gunwook, now alone after Yujin said he’d look after Ricky too before he went on his own ways. Gunwook then walked towards a different hallway, looking around with his flashlight in hand, calling out to Ricky ever so often.

He runs into a few people, all bloody from their stabs. The people desperately went up to him, touching his hands as they asked him for help. Gunwook touches their shoulders to keep them off of him, pushing them away before he spoke to them.

“Run into that corridor, you’ll find help.” He says while pointing them at that direction whilst they ran, running towards their deaths when they reached a dead end with flames.

He continues walking straight ahead of him, still calling out to Ricky.

Gunwook turns into a corner, strides getting slower because of the unstable floors that looked like it was going to fall underneath him. He kept walking, not until he could hear voices from afar.

“Hey, you shouldn’t be in here.” He said, looking around for bodies who’s voices they belonged to. Seeing nothing, he kept walking ahead of him not until he saw a group of people standing in the middle of the hallway with clown masks on.

He stood still for a moment, hiding behind a pillar as he listened to them speak. Gunwook couldn’t recognize these voices, these people had voice changers in them, making Gunwook think that the killers are in the building – something they didn’t expect to happen or plan about.

Gunwook quickly touches his ear piece, “People are here in the hallway, they’re wearing masks with like voice changers in them. Guys? Taerae? Y/n?” he says before standing flat against the wall with his back placed against it.

He listens a few more times before he creeps in closer before he stood right in the middle, clutching his gun and knife in its straps against his body.

Gunwook could tell the group were arguing, practically screaming at each other, nearly ripping each other’s heads off if they could.

“You should back the fuck off before I get my hands on you, I swear to god! I will fucking kill you, we nearly lost him because of your fucking stupidity!”

“For your fucking information, it was his fault we nearly fucked up!”

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“No! You fucked this up, Ricky-yah!” Gyuvin said to Ricky who looked at him with sharp eyes.

“I didn’t do shit, Gyuvin. I was supposed to run and kill them not until the fucking building started crumbling down–” Ricky defended himself before Matthew cut him off. “Yeah and then it all went bloody wrong because someone put the fuel and set fire at the wrong floor.” Matthew says before he looked over at a guilty Hanbin.

“In my defense, everything was going wrong the moment Hao decided to run back in–” Hanbin defended himself before you stopped them from arguing even more.

“Everyone shut the fuck up! You all fucked this shit up, you were supposed to follow the plan just until we corner Gunwook to burn down–” You said before you heard a sound behind you, immediately whipping your head only to meet eyes with Gunwook.

His eyes were confused, trying to decipher who you were. He stayed silent as he was looking over at you before they shifted to look behind you, looking at the other guys.

You turned your head to look back at the group, cursing them through your eyes. Through their own clown masks, you could easily tell how their eyes avoided your piercing ones. Turning around swiftly, you faced the very love of your life – or rather the very bane of your existence.

“Hello, my love.” You smiled through the mask, hands fiddling with the knife you had that was dripping with blood.

You could see how his eyes were visibly confused, eyes shifting from every pair of eyes that he could slowly recognize through the silicone clown masks.

Then reality struck him, Gunwook was being fooled by everyone else, including you, his girlfriend.

“Baby wait no.. Y/N, you were the killer all along?” Gunwook asked as he stood right in front of you, hands all red from all of the bloody bodies that he touched as they begged him for help.

“Why baby? Is there something wrong? I’m just like you are, Gunwook. Or rather, you are just like your older brother. ” You smiled at him as the 10 of you all stood in a burning hallway before a group of students ran frantically past you all, screaming and crying as they hurriedly ran towards the exits.

“In fact, we are all the same. Brutal murderers who are hiding in plain sight.” Jiwoong said as he stood right next to you.

“W-wait.. My brother? What did Gunhoo hyung do with me and these killings?” Gunwook cluelessly asked as he flinched when he saw someone stumble right beside him, all bloody as she crawled on the ground, heading towards the exit.

“Your fucking brother killed my sister right here just because she didn’t like him back!” You spat angrily at him with fury burning in your eyes just like the fires in the building.

“And you are going to fucking pay for that.” You said as you handed Gunwook a sparkwheel lighter forcefully, shoving it in his hand. Gunwook twisted and turned the lighter in his hand as he looked at it, still unsure about what he was going to do.

“Do not, under any circumstance, try to run away from me, Gunwook-ah. I will not hesitate to kill you with my own hands just like how your brother killed my sister.” You warned him as you came close to him, a glint of anger flashing in your eyes as you showed him the bloody knife, blade shining on the blinking ceiling lights.

Gunwook nodded with a shake in his eyes, hand enveloping the lighter as he let you led the way out of the burning school. You walked confidently right in front of him as the rest of the boys walked behind him, practically guarding Gunwook from running away.

“What happened to your sister?” Gunwook quietly asked from behind you, making you turn your head to look at him before chuckling, “It started when your brother chased after her desperately, trying to get her on a date. Things were normal not until he went crazy, killing her in that fucking bunker.” you spat.

“Why can’t you love me back?” Gunhoo questioned your sister as she lied flat on the ground as Gunhoo kneeled above her body, keeping her down.

She whimpers when he takes out a knife, the blade shines under the white light of the bunker he took her to. She visibly shakes when Gunhoo presses the knife’s blade against her neck, just pressing right at her skin.

“I just wanted poor you to love me but then you didn’t do what you’re supposed to. I’m assuming you wouldn’t want me to put an end to your agony, huh?” He questioned once more before he took the knife away from her neck, throwing it on the dirt beside him.

“Just one vile of this and I’ll let you die a sweet and short one.” Gunhoo smiles with a glint in his eyes as he waves the vial of morphine right in front of her eyes.

“All i wanted was for you to love me, that was it.” He says whilst taking the cap off of the syringe before he flicked his middle finger against it, taking the bubbles out of the syringe before he slipped the needle into her skin, making her whimper against the fabric in her mouth, she wails loudly when Gunhoo takes it out of her, throwing it aside just like his knife.

“P-please.. I don’t want to die, I don’t want to leave my sister– a-alone..” She choked on her own saliva as she cried.

“Oh no baby, you won’t die just yet. Just 9 more minutes before you succumb to your death.” Gunhoo smiles before he sat himself down beside her, watching as she cried and sobbed, begging for him to stop and let her live instead.

Just a few minutes later, she was convulsing on the ground as she seizured right beside Gunhoo who simply watched as the love of his life took her last few breaths before he left the bunker, leaving her to rot before he lived his life – living freely before he got caught after a year.

“I didn’t know, I swear. If I knew then–” Gunwook said before he flinched at you abruptly pushing the exit wide open, doors slamming against the wall.

“Then what, Gunwook? Would you have brought my sister to life? No, so shut the fuck up.” You told him coldly before you walked right out of the building with the rest following suit, leaving Gunwook slightly behind them before he followed, steps hesitant as he could smell wood burning.

Walking right out of the building, you and the rest took your masks off, face tainted with blood and cuts from those who struggled in your hands as they mercilessly died.

“Since the fuckers fucked the plan up, we’ll go straight for the end. Gunwook, burn this shit down. Burn everything down that includes all of the pain my sister went through because of your dumb fuck of a brother.” You said with a stoic look on your face as you stared right in front of you, staring at the school building, watching as flames ate up the inside as screams and smoke came out from the opened windows.

You watched cruelly as you caught sight of a student staring directly at you, desperately calling and asking you for help.

Gunwook gulps when Matthew bumps his shoulder with his, “Hurry or else, you’re going to die along with them.” the older says before he sits himself by Gunwook’s feet who stayed frozen on the grass.

Jiwoong on the otherhand was watching Gunwook hesitate and fumble around with the lighter, looking back and forth from you and the school. “Y/n, I can’t– please.” Gunwook called out to you, making your head whip back to look at him with your furious eyes.

“Do it or else I’m bringing you into the building myself before burning it down.” You say while you walked towards him, pulling onto his collar as he resisted. “Fine fine, fuck! I’ll do it!” Gunwook exclaimed before you let go of his collar, pushing him a few steps towards the building.

Gunwook shakily held up the lighter in his hand before he walked a few steps towards the building’s entrance that you left open, not until he suddenly backtracked and sighed as he faced you.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t..” Gunwook’s voice quivered as he spoke, making you scream in frustration as you kept rambling and cursing at him. “One. Fucking. Job. Gunwook-ah, you just need to fucking burn this shit down! Fuck! I could kill you myself, Park Gunwook!” You cursed and screamed at him, looking like a maniac with blood staining your skin.

His eyes shook as he looked at you, throwing the lighter down at the ground which causes you to become even more furious. He watches as you screamed once more before abruptly grabbing something in your pocket before you threw something at the ground. You turn your head slightly to meet eyes with Jiwoong and Matthew before they walked right up to Gunwook, grabbing the younger by his shoulders, forcing him to lie on his back on the ground.

“W-wait, I’ll do it! Fuck– I told you I’ll do it! I’ll burn it down!” Gunwook struggled in the two older men’s hold as he was forcefully put on the ground whilst you walked up to him with a full syringe in hand.

You shook your head at him, getting on your knees as you crawled your way on top of Gunwook’s torso. Clicking your tongue, Jiwoong held down Gunwook’s arm flat on the ground before you leaned down with a smile as you looked at Gunwook who kept trashing around.

“Decide and I won’t kill you.” You said as you forcefully pulled up Gunwook’s sleeve before pressing the syringe into his arm, making Gunwook groan and trash around despite having a needle in him that put morphine in his system.

“Y/N.” Hao warned you, making you whip your head to look back at the older with furious eyes.

“Don’t start.” his eyes say to you, making you roll your eyes before you turned to face Gunwook who kept thrashing underneath you, Jiwoong, and Matthew.

“So? Have you decided?” You tutted as an evil smile was forming on your face as Gunwook kept thrashing around, making him nod as you asked him a question.

“Yes! I’ll– I’ll help you!” Gunwook shouted before you smiled, “Good boy. Hao oppa, naloxone please.” You said before a little bottle and a sterile syringe was handed over to you, precisely getting the exact amount to kill the morphine in Gunwook’s body.

You get off of Gunwook, letting the two men let go of him whilst he was catching his breath, eyes filled with whatever emotion he was feeling. You honestly couldn’t tell, all you could think off was how badly you wanted this damn of a school to burn down along with your sister’s horrid memories.

Paying no mind to Gunwook who hurriedly sat up, getting up on shaky legs as he looked for the lighter you gave him a few moments prior that he threw down on the ground. His hand is shaky when he fumbles around with it, thumb flicking the cap open before watching the flame light up before shutting the cap.

Keeping your eyes on Gunwook, you signal Jiwoong and Matthew to stay guard behind him, ready to tackle him down if he doesn’t do his job well. You kept the idea in your mind that if Gunwook doesn’t burn the school down, you’re injecting him with morphine before throwing him into the pits of fire, letting him die a tragic one.

Jiwoong and Matthew stay guard, knives in hand to slit Gunwook’s skin if he backs out. Meanwhile the group were watching everything unveil – the school slowly burning and crumbling from the inside and out, you having your eyes fixated on Gunwook and him only, and Jiwoong and Matthew behind him.

Gunwook walks up to the entrance with his shaky steps, he stays a few steps back from the entrance of podium before he flicks the lighter open, watching the flame quiver and shake in the air before he took a deep breath and a few steps back before he threw the lighter onto the fuel can by the entrance door before it exploded, making him flinch as he stumbled onto the ground, crawling backwards as the school started to fully burn up.

“See? It wasn’t so bad.” You smiled as you watched the outer side of the building get eaten up by the flames, the screams and cries getting louder as the fire led to the inside. You crazily played The Blue Danube through the school’s speakers where they play the morning announcements, you smiled as you sat down on the grass, watching as the higher parts of the building started crumbling down, crushing the two floors underneath it.

With the flame eating the building up, the red and orange colors illuminated the night, flames coming out through the windows, shards exploding on the ground.

With the smile etched on your face, Gunwook no longer recognized you from the woman he loved, you turned crazy within a span of minutes. He watched as you watched and laughed as parts of the building started crumbling down to the ground, screams and cries dying down from the inside of the building.

Meanwhile the rest were now staying a few steps back from you and Gunwook, eyes fixated on the building. For once, they felt triumphant in their lives as the place they hated most died right in front of them.

Jiwoong and Matthew were standing alongside each other, smiling at the other when they meet eyes. Hanbin, Hao, and Yujin were standing in a line as they had their arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders. Ricky and Gyuvin triumphantly laughed and celebrated when the building now crumbled down, only having the lower half before it fell and covered the bunker up. Meanwhile Taerae simply had his eyes fixated on the building with no emotions present on his face.

You looked back at the group, smiling at them when they looked down at you.

“So? Now what?” Taerae suddenly spoke, making you look over at him before you got on your feet, facing them.

Meeting eyes with gunwook, he looked at you like you were a stranger, just how you liked it. He had a frown on his face as he stared at you, not liking how you looked to him.

“Come with us and I will spare your life.” You told Gunwook with your mask in hand, handing it over to him as if it was an invitation. He looked at you bitterly before his eyes shifted down to your bloodied hand and mask.

“And if I don’t?” He asks.

“We’ll force you to or you can choose to die, your pick.” Taerae comments from behind Gunwook, making the younger briefly turn his head to look at him before looking back at you who still had the mask out for him to take.

“What will I get in return–” “Jesus fucking christ, you get your life!” You exclaim, dropping the mask on the ground after you got frustrated with his antics.

“Do you really want to die because I could kill you—” You said, stomping right over to Gunwook before you held his collar tightly before Jiwoong went over and pulled you off of Gunwook. “I’m going to fucking kill you instead, get it together.” The eldest said to you as you struggled in his hold, trashing around and screaming at him to let you go.

Gunwook watched as you cursed and trashed around, trying to get Jiwoong to let go of you. “Fuck, let go of me! I’m not going to kill him!” You screamed and scratched Jiwoong’s arm that he had wrapped around you, making him wince as he let go of you.

“If I can’t kill him, I’ll kill you instead.” You told Jiwoong as you took your knife out of its casing on your thigh, taking it out and pointing it at Jiwoong who deadpanned at you before putting his hands up, surrendering.

“Don’t, I’ll join you..” Gunwook suddenly commented, making you turn to face him with the knife still in hand. You smiled crazily while walking over to him, twisting and turning the knife in your hand.

“Then welcome to hell, my love.” You say and smile at Gunwook.

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last christmas | part 2

“this year, to save me from tears ; ill give it to someone special.”

❆ pairing ; strangers to ?? park gunwook x fem reader

❆ genre ; fluff, slight drama +(ft taesan/jaehyun of bnd and yunjin of lsrfm ^^)

❆ warnings ; swearing, and kinda toxic relationships

❆ wordcount ; 2.4k

❆ synopsis ; beginning your second year of college and you feel youve hit rock bottom. on your own after your ex kicked you out, and taking on a seasonal job at a christmas shop to pay off student loans? everythings gone to shit. but then, you see him for the first time. and you realize there really was a little light in the darkness — your someone special.

♡ kona speaks ! - vaguely follows the plot of the film last christmas (2 part story)

read below the cut !

you cant say you were all to proud of yourself now.

sure, you were a pretty incredible student by high school graduation, with a 3.9 gpa and all (not to mention making it to seoul national university with your beloved boyfriend).

but, that was a year ago.

who wouldve thought it was possible for your life to go so far downhill, in just a span of roughly over 12 months?

your parents had found a better job opportunity in london, but your mom wanted you and your brother to be nearby.

meaning doing so without running it by you of course, which led to her enrolling you into imperial college as a foreign transfer student.

your boyfriend was pretty upset, but nevertheless, followed you despite your best efforts telling him not to (which meant him forfeiting his scholarship at snu).

once your family first heard he would follow suit to london, they gave you an ultimatum. and stupidly, you chose love over family.

they never approved of him anyway.

it was fine for the meanwhile.

at least until you broke up, and he decided to place the blame on you.

it was your flat you bought with your own money anyway. what did he ever do for you? how dare he kick you out of your own home!

you watched while gyuvin pulled your luggage out the closet, pushing it towards you.

“what the hell are you doing!” you exclaimed as he began to pull your clothes off hangers and throw them towards your direction.

“helping you leave.” he muttered.

“what did i even do? you just wake up one day and decide its my fault you followed me to another continent despite me saying you shouldnt? i told you not to leave your dreams behind, and you chose to ignore me!”

“well maybe you didnt try hard enough! i just know that i dont feel the same about you now as i did then.”

“so thats it?” you scoffed. “you realize this is my apartment? i pay the rent. you just practically live here for free. you cant just kick me out of my own home!”

he only ignored you and shoved piles upon piles of clothing into 2 separate suitcases, before gently escorting you to the door.

“gyuvin. gyuv! kim gyuvin! you cant just leave me here!” you begged.

“im sorry y/n. but its over. maybe if you hadnt taken all that mattered to me we couldve worked out.” gyuvin spoke before slowly closing the door, leaving you out in the cold wearing only pajamas.

“what the fuck am i supposed to do now..” you whispered to yourself, thinking of the only possible places to go.

sure your number of options was minimal, but you began with the only person you thought you could count on anyway.

“what the hell are you doing here?” taesan expressed in shock while he stared at you standing at his front door.

“need somewhere to crash.. surprise?” you shrugged jokingly, trying to lighten the mood as you and your brother werent on the brightest terms.

“goodbye y/n.” he sighed as he turned to lock you out.

“han taesan you let me in this instant! you cant just leave me to die in the middle winter!” you exclaimed, stepping through the door frame so it couldnt close.

“wheres gyuvin?” he scoffed. “i mean, youre the one who left me with mom and dad to buy a house for him anyway.”

“we broke up. blamed me and said i was the reason he lost everything in seoul or whatever. and he still kicked me out of MY home.”

taesan let out a heavy breath, looking around before pushing the door out more for you to walk through.

“..you mean it?” you pondered hesitantly.

“i suppose. i know we warned you about him and all, but youre still my baby sister.” he half heartedly grinned, pointing his head in the direction of his hallway as a gesture for you to come in.

you knew he was still mad at you despite not showing it, but knowing your brother, hes still someone who you could rely on in any situation.

“yeah. and uh- just a heads up, i still live with jaehyun and leehan, plus we dont have an extra room so.. we’ll just figure it out later.”

“thank you.”

a week later and you were doing better than before. though it wasnt easy to forget the incident, you still managed with the new living situation and all.

you woke up bright and early the following morning for work, ready to sell christmas ornaments for the rest of your life under your boss, huh yunjin, as you were now on break from school.

considering jaehyuns bed wasnt all too comfortable, you still slept pretty well. youre grateful he took the couch for you during that first week. ‘maybe ill get him something as a thank you.’

“what are you doing up so early?” taesan asked, holding off on the toast he was about to eat as he watched you rush downstairs.

“got work. not like dads willing to pay student loans anymore right?”

“the christmas shop, still?” jaehyun asked from his seat on the couch.”

“cant have a full time job as a full time student. it just worked out while im on christmas break.”

your brother nudged you in your stomach, motioning for you to thank his friend for his deed.

“-oh and thanks for taking the couch. i owe you. if you want food or anything ill cover the cost and pick it up in return.” you continued.

“its fine. i get it, the last few days were rough. dont worry about it.” he smiled.

after a quick 10ish (or so) minute walk to the street side store you worked at, you realized you were about 5 minutes past the time you were meant to clock in for your shift.

walking into the store, it was no surprise it was already crowded by 8:36am seeing as christmas was 2 weeks away now.

“y/n! y/n get over here! where is your uniform?” yunjin questioned as more of a whisper yell.

before you got the chance to reply, she quickly cut you off and said, “nevermind that. just please hurry to change and come help me with all these people!”

you wave off her dismissive behavior, and speed walk to the bathroom, making sure to pass the lockers to grab your uniform on the way.

“i forgot how itchy this was..” you grumble as you slip on the ugly elf costume yet again before leaving to the front desk.

“welcome in! please let us know if theres anything you need help with!” yunjin smiled as another person walks through the door, putting on her customer service voice.

“guess you dont need me anymore?” you asked jokingly, noticing there was no one within a 10 foot distance of the check out line.

“why must you take so long to change? i only had enough time to help half those people. the other half left after mr smith came in to return all the ornaments he broke again. he really knows how to hold up a line.” she sighed, moving in the direction of a huge box of broken material.

“you cant keep letting them return damaged product. we are losing enough money as is, santa.” you gestured to her new character change yet again as you realize where a good chunk of the budget went. “what was wrong with the reindeer costume?”

“it didnt make it clear that im the owner. the shop is called santas workshop dont you know? cant call it santas workshop if theres no santa.”

you laughed brightly at yunjin while she picked up the box to bring it to the back, just as another person walked in.

“welcome in!-” you call out, before cutting yourself off as you caught a glimpse of his face.

he was pretty gorgeous, you couldnt lie. from what you noticed, he had shortish black hair and big eyes to compliment his soft lips (not to mention his build was pretty insane too. he definitely works out).

the very same guy who caught your attention came to you shortly after, seeking some assistance on picking a gift, so you were happy to comply.

“im not sure what she’d like. its hard shopping for a 14 year old.” he said.

“what’s your relation to her? just like so i know how close you are so its easier to help.”

“my younger cousin. we arent that close, but its our first family gathering in a while and my mom wants me to get something for everyone. but shes always been.. far from an open book. so im lost”

you thought long and hard about what your cousins around that age like, before coming to a final decision.

you attempt to reach for the legos, but you almost fall over as it was just barely out of reach, sitting on one of the higher shelves.

carefully, he steadies you by holding your arm and reaches to grab the item you were aiming at.

“this?” the guy questions as he hands you the orchid lego set.

“yeah! im not sure if it suites her or anything but you cant go wrong with legos. the price isnt too bad and its suitable for anyone at any age for the most part.” you shrugged.

“that actually.. makes perfect sense. youre really good at your job, no? thank you.”

“no worries. if theres anything else i could help you with, weve got a new selection of stuffed animals your girlfriend might like.” you spoke like it was nothing, acting as if you werent just trying to get information.

“i actually.. dont..i don’t have a girlfriend.” he chuckled awkwardly as he brought up a hand to rub the back of his neck.

“oh really? im surprised someone like you doesnt have a pretty girl on your arm.” you said nonchalantly while you attempted to hide your smile (as if you were going to make a move).

“oh stop!” he waved off when you pointed out how red his ears were getting, assuming you only were trying to boast his ego (hes so unaware)((please get the hint)).

you walk back with him to the register so he could pay after realizing there wasnt much more he needed. “that’ll be 45 charged to your card.” you smiled.

“thank you, ms..?” trailing off as he notices he never actually got your name.

“han. y/n han. glad to be of assistance.”

“oh and- one more thing?”

“sure, what else?”

“what time does the store close?”

“10 at night. extended business hours every saturday.”

“surely youre joking? theres no one else here but you and the owner! thats in like 13 hours. youre working a 14 hour shift?”

“yeah but i get paid way extra so its fine, i really do need it. and yeah we are beyond understaffed but its alright.” you laugh, masking your exhaustion and dread with a bit of your lighthearted energy.

“really? i could never, must be so tiring.”

“it is, beyond imagination. but we do what we can.”

“get home safely then alright? its scary leaving that late especially considering the predators go after pretty ladies.”

“youre a tricky one arent you! how dare you mask that as an attempt to flirt.” you gasp playfully, “ill be fine, its not that far of a walk.”

“walk? youre not really walking home are you?” “well yeah, its not like i can drive when i dont have a car myself.”

“by any chance, might you need-”

“y/n! leave the poor man alone! i need you to stock the shelves in the ornaments section!” yunjin calls out from the storage room and interrupting the conversation.

“ill get to it.” you call back.

“well, i should get going then. it really was lovely meeting you.” he smiles.

“thank you, take care!” you reply, waving as he leaves.

it only hit you many hours later (quite literally an hour before you clock out) that you never got his name, and you regret it oh so much!

even yunjin felt pity for you, multitasking and listening to you ramble about the mysterious man despite all the work she had going on whilst you both sat in her office seeing as there were no customers beyond 9:30pm.

“why cant we close early if theres no one coming past a certain time? its not like anyone needs to be christmas shopping at.. 9:49 at night.”

“its just in case theres anyone who needs something, we cant miss a chance to make more money when we’re low on rent money.” she reminded.

“its only 11 minutes though.”

“and where do you have to be in 11 minutes? you live with your brother and his two roommates with no boyfriend and instead worry about a man you just met.”

“ouch, you need to go out more.”

“y/n you know i love you but i have no time for that nonsense. i need to have fun, yes, but money is essential. clubbing and drinking does not get you there, we both know that.”

finally, the dreaded 11 minutes were up and it was time to lock up after a crazy long shift. though, you cant say you were looking forward to walking home after standing in heels all day.

it was all most as if your prayers were answered (or just by a really strange coincidence(?)) that someone on a motorcycle stopped in front of you as you crossing the street.

“heard you needed a ride?” the guy from earlier said as he took off his helmet.

“what are you doing here? its late out.” you replied, acting calm as if your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest.

“cant leave you to walk alone in the dark, can i, pretty lady?”

“youre smart, ill give you that.” you smile when you feel your cheeks go hot.

“ill take you home. come on.”

maybe it wasnt the best idea to give a stranger your address, but he seemed nice enough, and pretty trustworthy to say the least.

you sat behind him as he drove through the streets, with your arms wrapped around his waist, your chest flush against his back as you wore the helmet he let you borrow.

he was so naturally warm you felt his body heat through the sweater he wore, thankfully keeping you from being to cold.

soon enough you were home, and he was walking you up to the front door.

“thank you for today even if it wasnt all that much, i had a lot of fun. you made my work day more.. bearable.” you smiled.

“of course, you can always call if you need a ride or anything. dont want you getting sick when its storm season.” he reminded before slipping you a postcard with his number on it.

“id love to get to know you more, but i just broke up with my boyfriend last week.. give me some time?”

sure you technically were the one who found him attractive first but, you never actually thought about initiating something more.

he smiled without a second thought, nodding his head slightly. “of course, i understand. just know ill be here, waiting.”

“wait! i never got your name?”

“ill see you later y/n!” he called out as he left, driving off in the opposite direction.

you sighed and unlocked the door with the spare key leehan gave you, and notice him sitting next to jaehyun when you walked in.

“you have a boyfriend and you didnt tell me? how could you! i thought we were friends.” leehan expressed dramatically from the couch as you took off your shoes at the door.

“not a boyfriend, just a friend. why were you even- whatever. wheres taesan?”

“in the bathroom.”

“thanks. uh- jaehyun is it okay if i change in your room since i left my clothes there?”

“go ahead.” he reassured. “oh! also, by the time you come back the pizza we ordered should be here too.”

you close the door behind you and pull out the index card from earlier to save the number as a contact. however, you couldnt help but smile as you read what it said below.

“your personal uber when you need it! +44 28xxx0xx29 -xoxo gunwook park :)”

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