#if their family can show yuta anything its that family will get your killed

[faggotmox]

yuta turning on bryan just bc he doesn't want to be alone, or loose what is still there. like mox (i think or bry) said one day yutas gonna look up & there won't be bryan, or mox, or claudio. he'll be alone at the top of his mountain. the idea that yuta knew & understood that bryan was going to leave pushed him into his betrayal bc yuta is terrified of loosing what he built again. there's no happy ending, just inevitable loneliness. which is such a...Thing bc mox has always tried to be a loner but ppl always pull him in, & he knows the hurt & pain of that. so he's trying to show yuta, once we're all gone...keep it that way, be alone, it'll serve you better. if you're alone there won't be chair shots to the back of your best friend or a plastic bag over your mentors head.

additionally yuta having to take down bryan goes hand in hand with mox vs regal in few. you have to kill your heroes to become one. Regal taught mox the bitterness of betrayal & mox continues to hurt himself by trusting others & forming with them. including yuta. the thing is mox doesn't want that pain for yuta, so he's trying to be the only one to hurt yuta like that so yuta in the future will know that these connections hurt & cause weakness. mox destroying bryan was abt killing his own soft spot for a man he loves who was killing himself. be it self destruction, jealousy, or opportunities your counterparts at some point will hurt/betray you & at that point its your job as a counterpart to put the other down. mox doesn't want yuta to have to do that again, so he's showing yuta the most devastating, hurtful thing he can as a warning. be alone, take care of yourself, do what i couldn't, don't let your affections for others delude you into thinking your safe.

[yutahoes]

Thinking of You

for Gallery Taeyong collab by the lovely B (@alreadyblondenow)

pairing: Yuta Nakamoto x female Reader x Lee Taeyong

word count: 16k words

genre: fluff, angst, smut

warnings: smut - kissing, fondling, marking, fingering, virgin sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, mentioned kitchen sex, mentioned balcony sex, rough sex, oral sex (female receiving), couch sex, riding; domestic abuse - bruises, wounds; alcohol consumption; character death; cheating; curse words (if I miss anything, please let me know)

First love never dies. But what if he does? Will you move on to another love?

"Because when I am with him, I am thinking of you." -Katy Perry

Inspired by the painting 'The Farewell of Telemachus and Eucharis' by Jacques Louis David.

I. The Prince and the Knight 

Being the only daughter of a diplomat has its pros and cons. That was what you realized even at a young age. 

Pros, you can always get anything you want: toys, dresses, shoes, a pony. And your parents adore you so much. Cons, too much of their attention were given that it's suffocating you. And that, your family had to transfer homes multiple times for the patriarch’s job. 

Hence, you grew up lonely. Playing only with the maids, your mom and dad, or the pony given to you. 

You wanted friends. You needed friends. 

And that's when they came into your life. As well as the promise that you wouldn't move homes again. 

It was one of those fancy parties that the matriarch of the household hosted when you first saw them in the garden, playing with their phones. "You suck, Lee Taeyong! Why did you let us lose? You are so stupid!" The profanities in just those simple words startled you that piqued your curiosity. 

The other kid, who was pretty calm unlike the other one, was the one who noticed you approaching them. "Hi. Do you wanna play with us?" He asked while showing a toothy grin. He's handsome. Like those fairytale princes in the books that your mom would always read during bedtime. 

"Oh come on, why would we play with her? She's a girl!" The other exclaimed that made you roll your eyes at him. Why is he so mean? But like the other guy, he looks handsome as well. Are they brothers? Twins? The guy scoffed before returning to the games on his phone. "Lee Taeyong, focus on the game!" 

The other guy referred to as Taeyong asked you to take the seat next to him, sharing his phone and teaching you how the game works. You were just focused on aiming a shot at anyone who comes near you, killing them with the gun the avatar is using. A chuckle can be heard from beside you, followed by groans from the guy in front of the two of you as the large words 'You won' were shown on the screen. "See Yuta, she's pretty good in this game." 

Did you win the game? So the other guy lost? The guy beside you smiled warmly when you returned the phone to him, "I'm Lee Taeyong and that's Yuta Nakamoto." He gestured at the guy who was still staring at his phone in disbelief. They’re not brothers? But then, staring at the two of them, they look different. "What's your name?" 

"I'm Y/N." You introduced in a soft voice. "I'll be in fourth grade when the school starts." 

Taeyong looked surprised, even claiming that he and Yuta were the same. The prince-like guy lend a hand for you to shake and it made you smile, realizing that he just became your first same-aged friend. The other guy, Yuta, was forced to shake your hand which made you pout. Maybe you can’t be friends with him.  

But that was wrong. The three of you had become inseparable. Yuta is the rough boy who always teases you for being such a girl while Taeyong is the sweet one who would always tell you to not let the other guy's words get in your head. Because of your closeness to the two, you were labeled as a two-timer in sixth grade that startled you.  

"Who is your boyfriend, Y/N?" One girl asked in a screeching voice. You answered a ‘no one’ and were about to leave the homeroom when you felt someone hold your hair. "I'm not yet done, slut." That was a new word. Something that you only heard from her. 

Another hand held the wrist of the person holding your hair. "Stop before you embarrass yourself.” It was Yuta’s voice and he was staring at the girl in anger. The girl let go of your hair, staring at Yuta in fright. You have to agree, he does look scary looking at her like that. But why? His hold on her was too tight that you had to hold his arm to stop him. He lightly stared at you before holding your hand and dragging you outside the homeroom. 

Now, you’re more scared of him than of the girl. Why is he so angry? And why does he look so handsome like this? “What happened?” He let go of you, handing your bag to Taeyong without any words. “What happened? Why is he so angry?” You shrugged, you also don’t know. You were confused at how he acted. You should be scared of him, but why is your heart beating fast? 

On your birthday, your dad gifted you a small treehouse. He even calls it your very own palace, your own sanctuary. Your mom teased you on who to bring in the small palace that made you smile, "You can bring a prince in your palace." But you learned from fairytales that not all princesses are saved by princes. 

Yuta was just laughing at how ridiculous your treehouse is. "You are so spoiled." Taeyong laughed. "All these fairytale fascinations of yours.” He said while shaking his head and you rolled your eyes at that, sitting at the mattress in the middle of the small space. “Is this your kingdom, your royal highness?" He teased while doing a curtsy. "And who is your prince?" 

"Lee Taeyong." The mentioned guy grinned at that. "And you are my knight." 

"I want to be your day though." You slammed Yuta with the pink pillow, Taeyong laughing at the two of you. 

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"Where's my chocolate?" Yuta asked during lunch that startled you. What? "You gave Lee Taeyong one. What about me?" You put down the book you were reading to look at him. Why does he need to ask you for one when he can get a lot from his fangirls? "My chocolate." 

Among the two of your friends, Yuta had picked up popularity from the female population of your highschool. Unlike Taeyong who is usually alone in the broadcasting room, Yuta is the sporty type that everyone adores. He has grown handsome, you have to admit, and the bad boy aura suits him well. "You hated sweets." 

"I do." You rolled your eyes at him but he just smiled. That smile. The smile that makes you weak in your knees. "But it's Valentines and I love you." Your head whipped to look at him. What did he say? "...your cooking." Oh. You went back to your book, sighing. "So give me my chocolate." 

"I'm sorry. I didn't make you one." You confessed, hiding your face in the pages of the book. Why are you suddenly so embarrassed by him? "You'll get a lot and would just give Taeyong all the sweets so I skipped you this year." You always give them chocolates each year but Yuta would just end up giving all the chocolates he received to Taeyong. You always wondered if one of your chocolates were on that pile so you honestly didn't bother giving him one this year. That would save you time and things to think about. 

Yuta took the book you're reading, eyeing it for a while then wincing at the words. "You're into Greek Mythology now?" You started picking up Odyssey to read. He had always teased you to grow up from reading fairy tales so you tried to take something remotely similar. "You owe me a tteokbokki." 

You just nodded, asking him to give back your book. "I'll tell Taeyong to pay for us." He just nodded but didn't return the book that made you shout at him. He went out of the cafeteria which made you annoyed. That guy. 

After your class for the day, you watched as Yuta lightly glanced at Taeyong who immediately took his things. "I have a council meeting. You two should go without me." He then tapped Yuta's shoulder before hurriedly running out of the homeroom. Weird, you thought, the other council members who were in the same class aren't rushing out. But Yuta already asked you to leave, carrying your lavender bag. 

Instead of the usual tteokbokki stall where you hang out after class, Yuta had dragged you to a classy restaurant since he claimed that he hadn't eaten lunch. It's Valentine's Day. The restaurant should be full but to your surprise, he secured a table by the far corner. The restaurant has a classy vibe that makes you in awe. It looks like those restaurants that you went to in Paris with your mom before. "This place is really pretty," you mumbled, staring at the chandelier on the ceiling. Yuta nodded, drinking his water then breathing hard. "Hey, are you alright?" Again, he nodded. "You're sweating." 

Why is he being like this? This is so out of character for Yuta. He's always so confident but today he looked really nervous. Is it because he's paying for the meal? And with the interior of the restaurant, food wouldn't be cheap. You can share the bill with him. It's no big deal. 

“You owe me a chocolate for this.” Once again, you rolled your eyes at that even explaining that he won’t even eat the chocolate and just give it to Taeyong. “Not yours.” You stared in surprise. “I always give Taeyong the other chocolates just to get the chocolate you gave him.” 

“What? Why?” 

He gulped hard before staring at you. "I guess I really have to tell you now." Yuta had always been a serious guy but he had never been this serious before. Wait, you remembered, that time in sixth grade. "Y/N." He called your name softly, "I like you."

Did you hear him correctly? He likes you? Nakamoto Yuta? “I want to be beside you all the time, not just a friend but something more than that.” You gasped at that. What? "I don't want to pressure you, Y/N. This is my feelings, I just want you to know." He said with a smile. "You don't have to answer me. I just hope nothing changes between us." 

Wait, woah. Hold up! Yuta? The Nakamoto Yuta? The popular guy? Likes you? You? That is too much that your brain can handle. You don't even know if you like him the same way as he likes you. But you're friends. And that might change because of this confession. 

So in the end, although you don't want to, things became really awkward between the two of you.  

It's not like you're avoiding him but as much as possible, you don't want to be alone with just him. And since he's the second person closest to you, Taeyong had no choice but to spend time with you. "He confessed, didn't he?" Your eyes widened in surprise then sipped the strawberry milkshake, making the guy laugh. "I thought you like Yuta."

"I don't!" 

"Even if you have heart eyes whenever you look at him?" He stated which made you pout. Do you? "I'm not stupid, Y/N. You look at him in admiration and you're jealous of all his fangirls." You're not. "That's why you didn't give him the chocolate." You had to glare at the guy laughing across you. When did Taeyong become such a love expert? “I mean, what can go wrong? His parents like you. Heaven and hell will rumble if you two don’t end up with each other.”

You had to sigh at that. He makes perfect sense. But is Taeyong really alright with everything? He’s not scared that he might be an outcast if you start a relationship with Yuta? “Besides,” Taeyong continued. His voice was softer now, audible enough to pass off as a whisper. “You might help stop the beatings.”

That made you stare at him in surprise. Everyone knew how strict Yuta's dad was, especially since he is the only son from a military family. He had obligations to keep and you hated how conservative his family is. There are times when he would just go to the treehouse, your secret place as what you called it, full of bruises on his arms and wounds on his pretty face. Yet you cannot do anything. 

Although suffocated, Yuta doesn’t want you or Taeyong to be involved in this. Even if you let your parents know about what happens to him, they cannot do anything to stop his dad. And it always frustrated you. 

Maybe this feeling grew because you feel bad for him or is it because of the fact that Yuta still protects you even if he's always hurting inside. Like a knight. Your knight in shining armor. If Yuta is beside you, always next to you, everything will be alright. 

“If you and Yuta end up together, please don’t act all lovey-dovey in front of me. I might just strangle you both.” You giggled, thanking Taeyong for his suggestion. “Anything for the two of you, Y/N.”   

II. First Love

“I told you not to call her.” Yuta revolted and Taeyong sighed, watching as you entered the treehouse with teary eyes. His face is full of purple bruises, there’s a cut on his lip, and he looks so weak lying down on the bed. The tears fell automatically, this has got to stop. Someone had to do something to save Yuta or he might just die. 

Taeyong took the first aid kit, standing up to give you some room. “Can you stop crying? Yuta is the one beaten up, not you.” Yuta shushed him but you just kept on crying some more. “Such a crybaby.” He teased before taking a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping your tears with it. “I’ll leave the two of you and come back in the morning. Can you make her stop crying?” The older guy asked and Yuta laughed, nodding at him. 

“What happened?” You choked on a sob then wiped your tears. Yuta answered that it was a typical night. His dad is drunk once again. It annoyed you at how nonchalant he said those things as if he’s used to it. You hated this, he really is used to getting beaten like this. 

The guy smiled, that angelic smile in contrast to his bruised eyes and lips, reaching out to hold your now damp cheek. “I’m fine. Don’t waste your tears on me.” You lightly punched his arm and he groaned, a large purple bruise can be seen on the spot you just touched. He chuckled, shaking his head when you look at him in worry. “I swear I’m fine now. You’re here now.”

“How can you say those words effortlessly?” Yuta just chuckled, tapping the space beside him to let you on the bed which you complied to. You were just staring at him, his eyes on you. He looked so beaten up, worse than the other times. You reached out to touch his swollen cheek then trailed your finger to the wound on the side of his lips. How can someone just ruin this pretty face? The guy gulped, “Can you stop that? I might do things I’ll regret.”

“Like what?” He smiled before leaning in, placing a small kiss on your lips. You could feel the softness of his lips and his warmth on that simple peck. He licked his lips, smiling widely when he leaned back on the bed. "Did you regret it?” Yuta chuckled while shaking his head. This time, it was you who leaned in to kiss him. It's now or never. Taeyong might be right, you might stop this. “I like you, Yuta.” 

The guy grinned before pulling you close, wrapping you in his arms. “Are you serious?” You had to nod, giggling at that. “I love you, Y/N.” It startled you. He loves you? Already? "As long as you're here with me, I don't need anyone else Y/N." He leaned in to kiss you once again, parting your lips with his while sucking on your bottom lip. He tasted sweet, his lips feeling so soft that it clouded your mind. 

A sound can be heard that made the two of you whip your heads to the source, breaking the sweet lip to lip action. The door was closed, nothing weird. “Maybe it’s the wind,” Yuta claimed, still holding you close. It may be. But why are you scared anyways? It’s not like you're doing something illegal. “Stay with me tonight.” He asked with a smile, making you nod. “Can you tell me about the book you were reading?” He reasoned out that he really liked your voice and loved it when you tell him stories so you did, lying in his arms.

No one was against the two of you dating. Your parents even thought that it is meant to be and his mom loved the idea of her son getting much love from you. If Taeyong thought that everything will change once you and Yuta start dating then he’s dead wrong about that. He’s still the third wheel that you always had to feel bad for him yet he doesn’t want you to introduce him to some of your female friends even if you beg him. 

Because of your profound love for classical art, you took a course in arts. Taeyong and Yuta both took Business Administration to take care of their family company. Other students would often tease you that it was really the two of them who were dating since they’re so inseparable. At first, you were so pissed off by it and Yuta would always tease that he might really be falling for Taeyong.  But as time grows by, with your boyfriend giving you everything you wished for in a relationship, you would just shrug about it. You’re with both Yuta, your boyfriend, and Taeyong, your best friend, what could go wrong?   

If there is one thing that fairytales had taught you, it is to always be careful of what you wished for. The last year of college is the most hectic of it all that it became so hard to meet up with both Yuta and Taeyong who belong to a different department as you. It was another one night when your boyfriend called you, asking to meet him in the treehouse and if you can spend the night with him. It made you nervous. He’s always like this when he got beaten up. And you thought it just stopped. 

He was lying on the bed, the same way he did the night you confessed to him. There was a cut on his cheek, a bruise on his eye. "Please don't cry again." He immediately said in a soft voice. 

Unlike other times, the wounds are fresh. There's also no sign that Taeyong had been here. "I'll call Tae..." 

But you felt Yuta hug your waist, pulling you closer to him. "I can't do this anymore, Y/N." You felt the fabric of your blouse get wet, Yuta is crying. "I'm scared to be like him." He sobbed. 

You kneeled to see his face, holding his warm cheeks while wiping the tears with his thumb. This was the first time you saw him crying, the first time you saw the pain in his eyes. And it broke you. Yuta would always smile whenever he got beaten up, always saying that he's fine and it's nothing to worry about. Taeyong would always tease him for being such a masochist. But you understood it all now. 

He's not scared of getting hurt. He’s not scared of dying in his father’s hands. He's scared of becoming the same person as his dad. "You won't, Yuta." You whispered. "I won't ever let you be that person." You smile to fight the tears that wanted to escape. Yuta is always your protector, the knight who always saves the damsel in distress. You doubt Yuta would hurt someone. He’s a knight. He wouldn’t be a monster. 

He asked you to sit on his lap, his hand resting on your back while the other was placed on your thigh. "I found out today that I have a different dad." Your eyes widened at the revelation. What? A different dad? "Mom was pregnant when dad…" He stopped then rubbed your back as if finding comfort in that simple contact. "When he married her." 

"Is that why he's doing this?" Yuta nodded. Still, how can he do this to him? Even if Yuta isn't his son, how can he not love him? Your dad, even Taeyong's dad, adored Yuta. So why can't he? 

The guy trailed his hand up your thigh, pulling you closer if possible. "I plan to look for my dad." He said in a soft voice. "Maybe this is my chance to escape him." 

"Where?" He answered Ireland that earned a gasp from you. "Do you want me to come with you?" 

Your boyfriend shook his head. "This is a suicide mission, love. I don't even know if I can find him." Then why can't you go with him? Can Taeyong join him instead? That would make you at ease with this. "You'll wait for me, right?" 

Yuta had always been the reckless one out of the three of you and that’s what made you admire him more. He does things his own way and whatever happens, he would just say that he didn’t have any regrets. So why can’t you trust his decision? This is for himself. For him to get away from his abusive father. "However long it takes, Yuta." He grinned before leaning in to capture your lips in his. 

Unlike the earlier kisses, this feels needy. He sucked your bottom lip which made you moan as his hand traveled north on your thigh. Yuta slipped his tongue inside your mouth, hand reaching the hem on your skirt and you lightly pushed him in surprise. "Yuta…" 

"I'm sorry," he said with a lot of worry on his face. "I got carried away. I'm sorry." 

Yet it didn't feel wrong. And you’re craving for more. "I love you, Yuta." He repeated the same three words, hovering his lips on yours. A tingling feeling that made your heart stammer hard in your chest. "Touch me," you whispered against his lip. His eyes widened in surprise and you smiled while your right hand trailed on his arm as the left one traveled on his chest. "Take me, Yuta. A parting gift. Something that I wished you would come back to." 

He kissed you once again, softer but full of love and emotions. "Your dad is going to kill me." He whispered but placed a soft kiss on your cheek. "Are you sure about this?" You giggled while nodding, hand slipping inside his shirt to help him remove it. "Y/N, I love you." He said softly as he started removing the buttons of your blouse, lips attacking your neck that earned a moan from you. "I love you." He whispered against the skin of your shoulder as he successfully removed your shirt, leaving you in your black brassiere.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He whispered against your skin, licking your neck down to the mounds of your clothed breasts. His hand went inside your skirt, fingers touching the wetness of the fabric as another moan escaped your mouth. “Please tell me you want this, Y/N.” His eyes were burning on you, hesitance is written on his face. 

“I want this, Yuta.” You said in a soft voice that it came out as a whisper, “Please.” 

Your brassiere was removed immediately, discarded on the ground along with the blouse. Yuta gently laid you to the duvet as he removed his shirt, revealing his lean body that made you gulp. He plays soccer so you thought he’s pretty athletic but not to the extent that his body looks amazing, faint bruises and scars adding to the wonder of his body. His lips started kissing your skin again, his hand cupping your breast. “Yuta.” You moaned as his thumb played with your nipple, tongue licking your collarbone. Another moan escaped your lips when he took the nipple in his mouth, tongue playing with the erect nub as his finger touched the other. It felt good, real good. A new sensation that only Yuta can offer you. 

His mouth alternated with his finger, giving attention to your other breast that made you heave. The kisses went down to the skin of your stomach, taking time in kissing every inch of skin. “I love you, Y/N,” Yuta whispered, smiling at you. He raised himself to give you a small peck on your lips, holding both your hands as he rubbed his nose against yours. “Let me ask you again, are you sure about this?” 

You giggled, “Yes, Yuta. I’m sure.” His lips were on yours again, sucking on your bottom lip which made you smile. You felt his hand under your skirt, touching the bare skin of your thigh. A whimper escaped your lips when you felt his fingers on your sensitive core and he took this chance to slip his tongue inside your mouth. Your back arched as he inserted a finger inside you. Both your hands held on his shoulder as your body felt like it’s in fire. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He whispered as he inserted another finger that earned a scream from you. He started curling his fingers inside you as you bucked your hip at the sensation. He kept on apologizing, kissing you, and even playing with your nipples to ease your feeling. He inserted another finger and you yelp in pain that made him look at you in concern, “Should I stop?” 

You shook your head. It’s painful but it’s an addicting pain that you can’t even describe. “It feels good, Yuta.” You were breathless as he kept sliding his fingers in and out of you. Your fingers dig on his arms, scratching the skin that earned grunts from him. "Please." Your body shook as an orgasm washed over you. "That's so…" 

“God, I want you so bad but I don’t have condoms and your dad…” You giggled at his ramblings, pushing him close to kiss him on his mouth. “I love you.” 

“And I do too.” You said in a whisper, feeling his heartbeat against yours. “Take me Yuta.” He didn’t need to ask again as he kissed your mouth, touching your skin. The burning feeling is back in every spot he came in contact with, whispers of apologies and ‘I love you’ warming up your heart. He laced his fingers on you, holding you tight as he entered you. A ripping pain made you scream but he held you tight, assuring you that he’s here for you. And you wished time would just stop or slow down when you’re together. 

Your naked bodies were wrapped with the small blanket, your fingers tracing circles on his exposed chest as he held you in his arms. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” Yuta asked which made you smile. You just wanted to savor this moment with him, not wanting to close your eyes even for a second, scared that he might just leave. He bopped your nose that made you giggle. “Are you hurt?” You shook your head then nuzzled your head on his chest in embarrassment. Your parents are going to kill you for sleeping with Yuta before getting married. The thought made you smile, will you even get married to him? 

“If you’re not going to sleep, can you just read me a book?” he asked that made you nod. He stretched his arm to get a book on the pile of things beside the duvet. And it startled you that it was the French book you thought you lost. You read the title, ‘Les Aventures de Telemaque’, and Yuta stared at you with a smirk on his face. “That’s hot.” You giggled then read to him, even translating some of the words for him. 

His hands were caressing your hair as you read the story of Telemachus for him, sharing how he traveled to find his dad and how he was shipwrecked on Calypso’s Island and met the girl he passionately loved. “Why is this making me sad?” You whispered, dropping the book to the duvet as you turn your body that you’re lying stomach flat on the mattress. “What if I become the same as Eucharis?” It annoyed you that the story is somewhat related to the two of you. Did he specifically pick this story to tell you something? 

Yuta laughed then brushed a strand of hair behind your ear as he kissed your forehead. “I promise you I’ll come back to you. We’ll get married, open your art museum, and we’ll have a child who looks exactly like you.”  You smiled at that. He said so himself, you two will get married. Nothing would go wrong, you’re sure of that. 

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The door opened with a loud thud that made you open your eyes in surprise. It’s morning already? Taeyong was standing by the doorway, staring at the two of you and looking like a deer caught in headlights. He turned around with a sigh. “Y/N, your dad is looking for you.” Oh shit! You pulled up the blanket to cover the exposed skin below your collarbones. “Get dressed. I’ll wait for you outside.” 

You immediately stood up when Taeyong went out of the door, locating all your clothes that were discarded last night. Yuta chuckled, standing up in his naked glory then hugging you from the back. “I love you, Y/N.” 

“I love you too Yuta.” He kissed the side of your neck, tickling you. “Let me dress up so dad wouldn’t get mad.” The guy nodded, even helping you look for your bra and helping you by hooking it on the back. Yuta was still topless when he walked you out of the door, hands thread together that made the other guy stare. “I’ll see you later?” Yuta nodded that made you smile. You pulled out from his hold on your hands but he pulled you close, kissing you once again. 

Taeyong rolled his eyes, stepping down the threshold of the treehouse, and started kicking the dirt while muttering words under his breath. You tried to hold his arm as you walk back to your house but he stepped away from you as if disgusted. “You and Yuta really had sex?” You glared at him. Is that why he looked so disgusted? “Please tell me you used protection.” 

You shook your head and he sighed as if really frustrated by you. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m just scared that he wouldn’t come back to me.” He looked startled at what you said, even asking where he is going. “He’s going to look for his dad. You didn’t know?” 

Just three days after Yuta told you his plan, he was already taking his flight to Ireland. Yuta’s mom is there to send him to Ireland, along with you and Taeyong. After saying goodbye to her son, she left with Taeyong’s dad to say your goodbyes alone to him. Taeyong was still annoyed that he found out about it from you at first and even repeatedly asked Yuta if he wanted him to come which the latter rejected. “I wish I can take your place and find your dad for you.” But Yuta laughed, shaking his head. This is something you knew he must do. "Take care, Yuta." 

He gave Taeyong a brotherly hug. “Take care of Y/N while I’m away. Make sure she doesn’t look at other guys.” You glared at him, wiping the tears from your eyes as Taeyong scoffed, joking that he’ll remove your eyes if you look at another guy. “Come here, my crybaby.” You rolled your eyes at that but tears started falling when he held you in his arms, threading his fingers on your hair. He whispered his promises in your ear, making sure that you remember every word of it.   

Yuta gave a small wave as he disappeared from the gates of the airport. Taeyong pulled you closer, letting you cry in his arms. The first time you did so. 

Yuta never failed to call each night, making sure that it was his voice you could hear before going to sleep. Whenever you would ask him what happened in Ireland, he would change the topic so you didn't ponder much about it. The initial plan of him coming back on your graduation day was scrapped because he had some important matters to attend to. And for the first time, you were angry at Yuta. 

It was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of your life, graduating college. But you’re not in a mood even if your friends and your parents are here to celebrate with you, your boyfriend isn’t even here which is his promise. A bouquet of Eucharis lilies appeared in front of you, blocking your view. He didn’t break his promise. "Yuta told me to get you this. Stop sulking, sorry it was late." You stared at Taeyong in disappointment but he just grinned at you. “At least he didn’t forget.” He bopped your nose, something that Yuta habitually does to you. “Cheer up! Let’s just kill him when he gets back.” You grinned. Maybe you will. 

Since Yuta isn’t in the country, it was Taeyong who acted as your date for the graduation ball. He didn’t want to come, you knew that, especially since his graduation will happen tomorrow but he promised Yuta that you wouldn’t look at other guys so he claimed that he came to guard you. The girls in your class were looking at him in awe but you noticed that he never even look at them, only at you. He’s taking this guarding too much. Once you slipped out of his sight, you went to the balcony to get some fresh air and escape the noise inside. You tried to call Yuta but his phone isn’t even ringing. Weird, but maybe he’s too busy.   

"It's cold. Why are you here?" You turned to see Taeyong. You smiled then sipped some wine from the glass you’re holding. He removed his coat then put it around you. That scent. Is he using the same cologne as Yuta? "You still have to attend my graduation tomorrow. Don’t get drunk." 

"I know." You finished the wine in your glass, placing it above the ledge of the balcony. "I'm sorry, Taeyong. If Yuta was here, you don't have to take care of me." 

The guy had to step forward, closing the distance between the two of you. "I'm sorry, Y/N." He whispered but before you could even ask why Taeyong leaned in to kiss you. The shock made you dizzy and you tried to stop him by pushing his shoulder but he held your wrist, kissing you forcefully. You tried to push him again with your small stature then slapped his cheek. What the hell? "I'm sorry, Y/N." Taeyong only whispered as you run away from him.  

All night, you’ve been calling Yuta’s phone. Your head was clouded with all the wrong thoughts. Why did Taeyong kiss you? What should you tell Yuta? But you can’t even reach him. Why now? When you needed him most. Then there’s Taeyong who messaged you a simple ‘I’m sorry’ that only annoyed you. Why? He knows about you and Yuta. Why would he even do that? 

You had to tell your parents that you were sick just to not attend his graduation ceremony. You can’t see him now. You haven’t told Yuta what happened, it will just feel wrong to talk to Taeyong. But you knew you cannot escape him, especially when his parents hosted a dinner to congratulate you both. You refused to look at him and Taeyong just remained quiet the whole night, both your parents not saying something about the obvious awkwardness. 

Yuta never called that pissed you even more, you even left messages but he never replied to any of it. And you can’t even ask Taeyong if he can keep hold of Yuta because of what happened. “Y/N,” you were startled when Taeyong woke you up one day. Why is he here? Who let him inside? But what startled you more is seeing the distress in his features. “Let’s go to Ireland.” He bit his lip as you reached out for him, he looks like he's going to cry. 

“Why? Did something happen?” Yuta. Did something happen to him? 

He showed a piece of paper, a letter from the embassy of Ireland addressed to Yuta’s mom. You just suddenly woke up and your sight is still blurry but you can clearly understand what was written on that piece of paper. A traffic accident. And his ashes are waiting. The paper started getting more blurry as tears started falling from your eyes, repeatedly reading the words to see if what you read was a mistake. He's gone? Yuta's dead? Is that why he never called again? “Auntie wants us to go with her. I talked to your parents, your mom is coming with us.” He said curtly then stood up from your bed. “I’ll ask my dad to pick you up and auntie later.” You called for his name but he was already out of the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

This must be a joke. A sick joke. Yuta can’t be dead. Those were the words repeating in your mind as you reach Dublin. This has always been your dream destination, especially when your boyfriend started telling you how pretty the city is. But now, it just feels so gloomy that you can't even appreciate it. Yuta's mom broke down in front of an urn with his name written on it, Taeyong kneeled down beside her as your mom held your hands tight. No, Yuta can't be dead. This is just a bad dream. 

But it’s not. The police reports are clear, they even got Yuta's things in the car he was in. His mom wanted to give a proper burial for him, even asking Taeyong if he can be in charge and deliver Yuta's ashes since he’s the closest to a brother, but the other guy declined. 

The two older women were already asleep, ready for the flight back the next day, but you cannot sleep. You were angry at Yuta when you last talked on the phone for not attending your graduation, hating him more for not calling back when you badly needed someone to talk to. You didn’t even say goodbye to him that made your heart hurt. You saw the light from the balcony and suddenly thought about Taeyong. How is he? 

You spot him on the balcony of the hotel room, drinking beer and crushing the empty can before hissing to himself. "You've drunk a lot. It's enough, Yong." You told him, sitting on the vacant chair next to him. He sighed as you started putting the crushed cans on a plastic bag. The silence is awkward, deafening, to say the least. This was never a scenario with you and Taeyong. You talk to him about everything and Yuta would look at the two of you as if you're two weird people. Now, no one is going to look at the two of you like that. 

"Should I do what auntie wants?" Taeyong asked in a soft voice. You stared at him in confusion then remembered the task she wanted him to do. "Do you think Yuta wants me to do it?" There's no one who can do it but him. When Yuta's mom said that Taeyong is like her son's brother, you saw hurt flash in Taeyong's eyes. They had been together since they're in diapers that you always feel bad whenever you realize that they had more history than you did with Yuta. He must be feeling worse than you are. "I don't know what to do, Y/N." Tears fell on his cheeks. The first time you saw Taeyong crying. 

"Yong," you called softly, sitting beside him then wrapped your arms around his body. And he sobbed, in your arms, like a little child. It must have been really hard for him. If you feel empty without Yuta, Taeyong might be feeling worse. He loved him first. And now, he's gone. It must have broke him.

You had to persuade Taeyong to take the responsibility of bringing Yuta's ashes when you came back to Korea. For the second time, you cried in Taeyong's arms because of Yuta. 

Every day you had to wake up in cold sweats, repeatedly telling yourself that it was all a bad nightmare. That one day Yuta will be back and you will feel his warmth once again. But it's not. Yuta wouldn't come back. And it hurts more that you didn't even say goodbye or tell him that you love him so much. A lot of times, you were thinking of following Yuta and maybe, just maybe, the two of you will be happy together somewhere. 

A knock on the door disturbed your crying, it must be your mom or the maids once again. "Y/N." It was a male voice. Yuta. He's back. Hurriedly, you opened the door but was startled when it was Taeyong standing outside. "I bought sushi." He stopped when you hugged him tightly, the front of his shirt getting wet with tears. "Y/N." he called softly, his large hand caressing your hair. "You have to eat. Please." You saw how tired Taeyong looked, how hurt he was. It wasn't just you who was having a hard time. You’re making it hard for everyone. 

You desperately try to move on with your life, pretending that Yuta Nakamoto didn't exist. But everything reminds you of him. It's been months and you saw how frustrated they are over your mourning. Once, his mom invited your family over for dinner with the announcement that they will move abroad to cope up with losing Yuta. You can't help but be angry at them, especially his stepdad who abused him all these times and the reason why he left. If he did not do it, Yuta is still here, with them. Taeyong had to hold your clenched fist from under the table, shaking his head at you. 

Before leaving the country, his parents gave you a small bag filled with Yuta's things that were found in his car. Instead of opening it at home, you went to the treehouse for the first time since you returned from Ireland. The treehouse looked so big now that you're all alone. Funny, it looks so small whenever the three of you are together. Even looking so tiny when it was only you and Yuta on the mattress. If he was here, you could revamp the treehouse and maybe give this small present to your future child. If he was here, will you ever feel this empty?

You saw his phone and opened it to reveal a picture of the two of you on the home screen. You saw the messages you left him and laughed to yourself, you sound like a crazy woman. But what surprised you is that it was Taeyong who last had a conversation with him. An hour talk? The night of your graduation day? That night. Does Yuta know? 

"I knew I'll see you here," Taeyong said in a soft voice, entering the treehouse that startled you. "Your parents were looking for you." Why is he suddenly here? "Mom told me about your offer to be a curator. Why didn't you attend the interview?" 

"How can I when I'm like this?" He sighed then sat on the floor, cross-legged. Taeyong took Yuta’s wallet from the pile of his things. It was your gift to him on your first anniversary as a couple since he doesn't want to buy things on his own. The guy in front of you laughed as he showed you your baby picture. Where did he get that? But moreover, it was the first time you heard someone laugh again. Heard Taeyong's laugh once again. "How can you move on without him?" He stopped laughing then stared at you in pity. "I can't even get up in the morning without thinking that everything is a nightmare?" 

"I haven't." The guy whispered. "But I have to. Yuta wouldn't like to see us suffering." He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Especially you, Y/N." Taeyong gave you a timid smile. His eyes were dead, different from the way his eyes sparkle from way before. It really isn't just you who was hurting.

You handed him Yuta's phone, showing his name on the contacts. “You called Yuta that night?” He focused on the date and time before nodding. "Why Taeyong?" 

Taeyong sighed, “I have to apologize for what I did so I told him that I kissed you." He told Yuta? “He kept on saying that it was alright, that he can’t control my feelings.” Of course, Yuta would say that. He's not here. He cannot do anything. “And that he knew from the start that I liked you.” 

What? Taeyong likes you? "I'm really sorry, Y/N. I was just so fed up that you're always talking about Yuta…" He stopped, tears welling in his eyes. "I didn't know this could happen." No one knew. You also had regrets but those things wouldn't bring back the dead. Although it's hard, you need to focus on the important things in front of you. "I already lost him. I don't want to lose you too." He looked so broken, so hurt. "Please Y/N…" He leaned closer, pulling you in a hug and nuzzling his head on the side of your neck. "Stay with me." 

And you knew, you had to focus on the people you are with now rather than staying in the past.

III. Farewell

You were doing your best as a curator for an auction house, grading artworks to be sold. Sometimes, you invite Taeyong over whenever there are pieces that would be nice as a present for your parents or something that you knew he would like. You were staring at the necklace in the display, a pendant that looks like a lily. Eucharis. "Hey." Taeyong greeted and you hugged him as welcome. "What do you want me to buy now?" 

You giggled before holding his arm and dragging him to a display of a wristwatch. "You might like this, or maybe a gift for your dad." You said pointing at the gold-plated watch. Taeyong might not be too flashy with his things but his dad surely is. 

"Y/N?" someone called that made you turn to the owner of the voice. "Hi. I was hoping to bump into you here and here you are." You gave a smile to the taller man who eyed Taeyong. You introduced your friend and he lent a hand to shake, "I'm Johnny Seo." Your friend nodded, he doesn't need much introduction since he's famous for being the CEO of a large restaurant chain. 

Someone called you for assistance and you excused yourself from the other two guys. Other than grading the artworks for sale, you had to help the new auctioneers. It is a tiring job but your love for art helps you survive. The bidding was already starting when you took a seat beside Taeyong. A porcelain tea set was on stage and he casually leaned in to whisper in your ear, "Do you think your mom would like that?" You shook your head. Your mom has a collection of Chinese porcelain sets and obviously, she had too much in her collection that it would be bad to add another one. 

You lightly glanced at the left to see Johnny looking at you. "What did you and Johnny Seo talk about?" Taeyong just shrugged. Well, what are you worried about? It's not like they have something common to talk about. The wristwatch was delivered to the podium with the starting price of twenty thousand dollars, which surprised Taeyong. "It's real gold." You convinced him just as Johnny started shouting his pitch, fifty thousand dollars. 

"Oh please, Y/N, I wouldn't spend that much money on an accessory." You chuckled as the man on the podium shouted that it was sold to the man on the second row, Johnny. "And Johnny did say that he wants that wristwatch." So they talked about it. "He even asked if we're just friends." He emphasized the last two words that made you look at him. 

"What did you say?" He just smiled as your attention was taken by the necklace on the stand. The Eucharis lily necklace. It started with fifty thousand dollars that startled you. That much for a necklace? Some of the classy women on the first row started shouting their bids. Sixty, seventy, until it reaches eighty. There's no way someone would buy this ridiculous amount of necklace. 

The guy beside you raised his paddle and if not for him shouting a million dollars, you wouldn't realize that it was him. But damn, a million dollars for a necklace? "What?" You waited for others to take the offer higher. You cannot let Taeyong waste a million dollars on a necklace. He wouldn't spend that much on an accessory, right? Then why? The man shouted that it was sold to the bidder in blue and your friend grinned widely. "What?" You repeated.  

"I saw you looking at that necklace when I went in." He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, an action he usually does. But now, that action made your cheeks warm up. Why is your heart thumping crazily fast for Taeyong? "I wanted to get you something but I don't know what. So please, Y/N, don't reject my gift." He smiled. "You don't expect me to wear that necklace right?" 

And he expects you to wear a million dollar necklace? It might be more pricey than the price of your life now. He's crazy! 

He paid in cash which startled you. Yes, he's the youngest CEO of their company now but he can't possibly have this much money with him. "Let's go to lunch? Or are you still busy? I can wait." You shook your head. Lunch is fine, you'll have your break anyways. 

The restaurant looks classy, with a rustic vintage feel which is vaguely familiar. Taeyong looked so nervous, sweat forming on his forehead and he kept drinking the water refilled by the waiter. "Are you alright?" You asked and he just smiled, nodding at you. 

He slipped the box of the necklace to you and you watched in awe at how pretty the pendant looks, better than it was encased on the glass. "Can I wear it on you?" You nodded. He quickly stood up, brushing your hair on the side, and gently locking the necklace. "It looks pretty on you. No regrets on buying that." He said with a smile, returning to his chair. 

You touched the pendant of the necklace, feeling the small petals of the lily flower. Eucharis. "Yong," You called as he stared at you. "Do you know that this is a Eucharis lily?" He became quiet for a while before muttering that it was the same flower he got for your graduation day. "Before Yuta left, I told him the story of Eucharis and Telemachus. You see, they're passionate lovers. But Telemachus had to look for his dad, leaving Eucharis behind." 

He lightly glanced at the necklace then at you. "Did he ever come back?" 

You shook your head, smiling. "I should have taken that as a sign." 

"Do you still love him?" You bit your lip. Of course, you do. He'll remain a great part of you and you've been yearning to hold him again. You still wish that everything is a nightmare and when you wake up, Yuta is holding you. But it's not. The pain of missing him can testify to that. "What if Eucharis found another love?" His hand touched yours but you didn't make a move to remove it. "What if the princess isn't really saved by the knight? But the prince himself?" 

You called his name softly. He can't possibly still have these feelings. He threaded his fingers to yours, his thumb brushing the back of your palm. "I can wait, Y/N. I can't replace Yuta but I can promise you that I'll stay and love you until you can love me back." He shook his head, smiling. "Or at least you can like me back." 

You like him. He helped you pick up the broken pieces. He helped you move on without Yuta, if you really did move on. Taeyong is always there for you. He listens, he understands, he respects you. But he is Yuta's bestfriend, your bestfriend. And he knows everything about you and Yuta. If he really has these profound feelings for you, doesn't that mean that it hurts him seeing you and Yuta together? It hurts him seeing you this messed up because of a guy who cannot return? "I lost you to Yuta once, I don't want to lose you to another guy again Y/N." 

Now, you remembered why the restaurant is vaguely familiar. Yuta confessed to you the same way. You stared at your linked hands, his gentle hand that held yours tight and not wanting to let go. Like his feelings that he can't let go and the feelings that you have to let go. "Taeyong, are you willing to wait for me?" 

"However long it takes, Y/N." 

Once again, no one was against you or Taeyong’s relationship. Your mom would often invite his mom over for tea, sometimes Taeyong would tag along and bring you and your mom flowers. Often times he would hang out with both your dads, talking about the company or cars. Typical male stuff. “I remember when Taeyong first met you, I knew he’s just smitten about you. He can’t stop talking about you.” His mom said, startling you. The first time you met? “I was so happy when he said he confessed to you.” She held your hand, rubbing your palm. “I hope you and Yong won’t lose each other.” You lightly glanced at Taeyong who only was talking animatedly to your dad.

You really have to forget the past. And move on to the future. With your present. 

It was amazing that he dared to move out of their house and live independently away from his family. He saved money for a penthouse and a car, the true makings of a bachelor. More often than not, whenever you attend business functions as his plus one, people would just ask you when you’re getting married and it startled you. Taeyong doesn’t look like someone who would settle down yet, he probably had a lot to do for the company. And you don’t want to ruin his dreams. 

You had too many to drink, and him as well, that he asked you if you can just stay in his penthouse and that he would just drive you home the next day. You agreed, not wanting to bother him. The exclusivity of the place, the high-rise ceiling, and the luxurious items in his pad astounded you. Taeyong is rich but you didn’t expect him to be this rich. “Your pad is amazing.” You exclaimed, watching the city lights from his giant glass window. “No wonder you’re excited to move out of your house.” 

Your gaze fell on the vintage record player, fingers tracing the selection of vinyl records in his collection. “Can I?” He nodded then exited to another room as you selected an Eric Clapton vinyl and put it in the player. You hummed in satisfaction as the guitar riff for the song played. Taeyong appeared with a bottle and two wine glasses at hand, placing them on the center table. “I remember my parents dancing to this song when I was young.” 

Taeyong chuckled, walking to where you are. His hand slithered around your waist, the other holding your left hand and you smiled as you hold his right shoulder. You both swayed against the song as the singer sang about how wonderful his night is. “I realized this was the first time we danced together.” He whispered. You nodded, Yuta was always your partner in dances. He placed your left hand on his shoulder, closing the distance between the two of you then held your waist to pull you much closer to him. “Y/N.” He called, lips hovering above yours. “Can I kiss you?” 

You have to move on with your present. You have to move on and give Taeyong a chance. 

“Yes, Yong.” His lips were soft, gently taking time in savoring the moment. His hand rests on your back as if knowing that you might just faint from the intimacy. 

‘And the wonder of it all is that you just don’t realize how much…’

“I love you.” If you weren’t drunk at the moment, you might laugh at how timed the confession is. Tears started welling up in your eyes and you wrapped your arms around his neck, repeating the same three words he just muttered earlier, just so he cannot see your tears. His head nuzzled on your neck, breath tingling you in a warm sensation when he kept saying “I love you” repeatedly, warming your heart. 

You opened your eyes to the faint sound of a female voice singing about how angels got together on the day you were born then stretched your arms, creating a whimper. You stood up to head to the bathroom and lightly fix yourself, eyeing Taeyong’s large T-shirt covering your torso and half your thigh. When you exit the room, you can hear his voice singing along from the kitchen. “Good morning.” You greeted, standing next to him in front of the stove where the pieces of bacon are sizzling. “Do you usually wake up early?”  

He grinned before flipping the bacon, earning an exclamation of awe from you. “Not usually. But you’re here so I have to make you…” He stopped when you hugged his waist, nuzzling your head on his back. “I didn’t know you are this clingy in the morning?” He turned around, smiling at you. “Can I kiss you?” 

“You don’t have to ask permission, you…” His lips were on yours while he lightly pushed you by the kitchen island. A moan escaped your lips and he slithered his tongue inside your mouth, brushing against your tongue. His fingers dug against your waist as your fingers thread on his hair. He kissed your jaw, lips brushing against the skin of your neck. His hand went north to the mound of your breast before you called his name, “Yuta.”

Taeyong’s warmth was immediately gone as you gasped at the realization. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry Taeyong.” You quickly said, reaching out for him but he stood still without any expression on his face. “Yong, please say something.” The sound of sizzles and the smell of burning filled your senses. In panic, he touched the hot pan then hissed at the pain. You quickly helped him put his hand under running water, checking for blisters or even a wound. 

“Do you still love him?” You lightly glanced at him. “I’m sorry if I’m forcing you to this…”

“No, you’re not. I wanted to do this for myself. For us.” You avoided his eyes and focused on his finger instead. “But I still remember him.” The tears just fell from your eyes. You’re just rambling now, the words that you wanted someone to understand. “I wanted to hate him. I wanted to forget about him. But how can I even do that when everything reminds me of him?”

Taeyong wiped the tears out of your face. “I know. I think of him whenever I see you.” He confessed that made you look at him. “It’s hard but he’s not coming back and we cannot wait for him forever.” He held your cheeks. “Can’t I really replace him?”

It hurt you. Taeyong is full of confidence. What the hell have you done that he’s asking this question? “Please don’t. I want you to be Lee Taeyong. And I love you, I do. I just...” 

“Then marry me, Y/N.” Your eyes widened at the sudden proposal. “Let’s help each other move on from this.” 

You have to move on with your present, you kept on repeating that. You have to move on. And Taeyong is your chance. "Let's get married, Taeyong." He held you in his arms. The warmth you want, the comfort you need. No one could give it to you. But Lee Taeyong. 

Your parents weren't even surprised when you announced the news to them, both your moms already planning on what your wedding should look like. And even if you wanted to have a simple ceremony, you know you can't because of your status in society. Taeyong was busy with work while you deal with the wedding details but it was he who added the smallest detail of all, the Eucharis lilies for your bouquet. "I still want Yuta or your memory of him to be part of this." He reasoned out, smiling at you. 

If you thought your life will change after marrying one of the most successful businessmen in the country, Taeyong made your married life easy. He never pushed for something you’re uncomfortable at, even asking permission to kiss you or even hug you. Whenever he would spend long nights in the office, he wouldn’t miss calling you, asking if you’re already in bed or if you already ate dinner. You live in his penthouse now, all your things in that shared space with him yet nothing changed. 

You decided that to fully be a married couple, something must shift between you and Taeyong. You’re not best friends, not boyfriend and girlfriend. You’re now husband and wife, a huge step up from your relationship. “Why are you still up?” he asked upon entering the door to the penthouse and seeing you seated on the couch. You just smiled at him, walking to where he is. “Did you eat dinner?” He asked while removing the coat of his suit. You shook your head before helping him with his suit, untangling his necktie. “Why? Do you want anything?” 

Your hands held the tie hanging from his neck, pulling him closer. “Can I kiss you, Taeyong?” He laughed before nodding. You pulled him closer, his hands automatically holding your waist. His kisses were gentle, the way he had always kissed you. A shift. You pulled him closer, slipping your tongue in his mouth while your fingers undo the buttons of his dress shirt. He broke out from the kiss, staring at you in question. “Please, Yong.” Your lips attacked his jaw, his neck, his chest. And when you removed his dress shirt from him, you kissed his lean body licking north to the skin of his neck.  

He called your name before kissing you roughly, his dress shirt completely forgotten on the floor. His lips traveled south to your neck, slipping down your robe. He smirked at the black lace lingerie covering your intimate parts, his fingers tracing the fabric. "Did you wear this for me?" You nodded as he placed a soft kiss on the skin between your clothed breasts, earning a moan of his name from you. "Where's your necklace?" 

It had been a part of you ever since Taeyong gave you the Eucharis lily necklace, even wearing it while showering. But now, you just wanted to be bare for Taeyong. To be his. Body and soul. "I'm just at home. I don't need to wear it…" Your words were cut off with a squeal when he carried you in his arms and gently laid you to bed. "Taeyong…" You called, breasts heaving as he licked his lips. The predatory look on his face turned you on. You wanted him to take you. 

His lips went to your neck, pressing light butterfly kisses, down to the mounds of your clothed breast. "You're so beautiful, Y/N." He whispered, lips hovering against your skin. It feels warm, a compliment to the heat you're feeling inside you. "As much as I really love this set on you, I wanted you naked for me." You smiled, nodding at him. 

He took one breast to his mouth, licking and sucking the nipple when he took off your bra. Taeyong spent time indulging you, fondling your other breast before changing his focus. Your lips whisper his name, repeatedly moaning for more. His lips went south until they reached the waistband of your panty. He made his way north while licking your skin, smiling warmly when his eyes stared at yours. "I love you." 

"I love you too." He gently pulled down the remaining fabric on your body, his fingers undoing the button and zipper of his pants before getting fully naked for you. He repeated the same three words before holding your hands above your head, lacing your fingers together. 

Taeyong sunk himself to you as you scream in both pleasure and pain, feeling his whole length inside you and ripping you whole. He kissed your lips to distract you, your legs wrap around his waist as your fingers claw on his own fingers. "I'm sorry." He whispered as your body squirmed in pain, "Tell me if you want me to move." You were breathing heavily when you tapped his back, urging him to move. 

He started thrusting, slow and steady at first as if scared to hurt you. "I love you." he kept on whispering as he breathed against your neck, bodies close to each other. You've done this before but it's different now. The way Taeyong held you, the way he assured you that everything is alright, the way he whispered that he loves you. Different from the first. Better, to say the least.

You were breathing hard when he turned to his side of the bed, sweat and other liquids making you shiver from the cold. Taeyong held you close as he nuzzled his face between your breasts making you laugh. "Thank you, love." He whispered then kissed you on your mouth. "We'll just clean up in the morning, hmm?" You laughed before nodding at him, hugging him to sleep. 

When you woke up that morning, you could feel his warmth behind you. His hand traced your spine then started kissing your exposed back. You moaned when his kiss went to the dip in your back, just above the waist. "Are you going to work today?" You whispered as his kisses went north, stopping to your shoulder. He chuckled before kissing your cheek, saying that he'll go if you want him to. A smile crept on your lips, "Can we just stay like this all day?" 

"Your wish is my command, princess." He whispered before taking you from behind. Instead of preparing for breakfast, your hands were all over each other. You even tried to test how sturdy the kitchen counter by fucking you mercilessly on the countertop. As long as there's surface, even the carpeted floor, Taeyong made sure to get his cock in you. That night, he made you ride him on the balcony. Not caring if the neighbors can see or even hear you. When he left for work the next day, you were so clingy and he was grinning like a child, promising you that you'll do it again when you're not so sore.

Now, you do feel different in your relationship. Like a real married couple, not just a couple. Maybe it was how Taeyong made you feel, wanted and needed. Or how he takes care of you. He would often send flowers in your office, even lunch when you’re busy at work. He would always drive you to work and pick you up when he has time. He made you feel cared for and loved. 

IV. Eucharis

“Do you want to come with me?” Taeyong asked, arms wrapped around you and head nuzzling on your neck. “I can talk to your boss to give you a week off.” 

You shook your head, smiling at him. It’s company business, you don’t want to intrude. You also don’t want to act like a clingy wife to him. “I’ll be fine. You’ll call every night, right?” He nodded then kissed your neck. “You’re going to come back, right?” You knew he knew this fear inside you. What if he leaves and never returns once again? That’s why he never went abroad for company matters but this is just inevitable, a huge deal with the company is at stake and he can’t risk asking someone to attend on his behalf.  

He turned you around that you’re facing him. A smile crept on his lips then he leaned in to kiss your lips. “I’ll come back.” He whispered, lips ghosting on yours. He pulled you closer, his lips heading south to your neck and sucking on the skin brutally. “I’ll come back before your hickeys disappear.” 

“You better be.” 

“Might as well add some more just to be sure.”

He never failed to call you: when he landed in Brazil, when he reached the hotel, before meeting up with the client and after meeting up with them. He sent you pictures of the sceneries in Brazil, even asking you if you wanted to follow him and that he can make arrangements, but you cannot. Not when it’s so busy at work. The third night without Taeyong, you just missed him. You were on a call with him when one of your co-workers asked if you want to drink. Politely, you declined. Taeyong is not here, no one is taking you home. “Go with them, love.” He said on the phone that startled you. “I don’t want to be an overprotective husband.” 

You even revolted but in the end, your co-workers won. With your husband’s agreement, you headed to the club with them. It’s just drinking, you were thinking of just soju and some meat but they had to go to the club where it smelled like smoke and sweat combined. You informed your husband everything, that your coworker is eyeing this boy and that they offered you drinks. He suggested not to take the drink though and order something else which you obeyed. 

A guy sat beside you by the bar, engaging you in talks which you shrugged. You tuck a lost strand of hair behind your ear, showing him your wedding ring. Your phone vibrated followed by a message from your husband, ‘Don’t talk to guys.’ What? Can he see you now? Is he here? You practically looked around but didn’t saw him, must be his instincts. 

You took a sip of the cocktail you drank then regretted it as soon as it hit your tongue. It tasted bitter. The guy in front of you smirked and before your vision turned black you saw someone land a punch on his face. Taeyong is here. You have no idea what is happening, all you know is that you’re sweating and your vision is blurry. Strong arms held you, carrying you bridal style as you were laid gently on the bed. “You really should be careful.” 

“Taeyong.” You called in the blurry haze, reaching out a hand for him. He leaned in, his body warm and muscular, his scent indulging your senses. “I want you.” You ripped his shirt, pushing him to bed then started kissing the skin of his torso. The drink made you horny, you missed him and Taeyong is already here to keep you satisfied. 

You removed your shirt then your brassiere, grinding on his lap then kissing him on his lips roughly. "Be rough on me, Yong." And he delivered. He laid you to the bed roughly, the mattress bouncing when he started thrusting into you. Inhumane sounds and his name coming out of your lips as he drilled his cock in you, eager to get you pleasured. When you released your orgasm, he turned you around that you're lying stomach flat on the bed and started taking you from behind that made your eyes widen. He really is rough on you. Your hands are held on the railing of the bed as his hands grope your breasts, his cock filling you up. He didn't stop, making you orgasm one after another. You felt the tiredness but he was still kissing your stomach as the sleep overtook you. 

You woke up feeling light-headed and sticky but what startled you is the feeling of something warm between your legs. A mop of black hair can be seen as you felt a tongue entered your core. This morning, really? Your hand grasped on the sheets at the sensation. If Taeyong is so good at eating you like this, why haven’t you done it with him before? One of your hand thread to his silky hair. Is his hair always this long and shiny black? Did he color them abroad? But that’s out of the way when you felt the orgasm bubbling in your stomach. “Taeyong, please.” You moaned. He halted his actions that confused you before entering your core with a greater force, rubbing circles in your clit. 

Your eyes closed in immense pleasure, wetting the white sheets of your bed. White? You thought. You never put a white bedsheet on your bed, knowing full well that it will just get yellowish because of you and Taeyong. Your eyes opened wide as you felt warm lips kissing your abdomen and up to your breasts. Where are you? This is a different place. 

Who is this? You grabbed his hair, pulling it to reveal his face that made you scream. His hand covered your mouth immediately, “You don’t want the neighbors to think that I’m killing you.” 

You can feel the warmth of his palm, you can hear his voice clearly, you can smell his scent, and you can see him. But that’s impossible. He’s dead. “Yuta?” 

He kissed your neck. “I thought you forgot my name, sweetheart.” What? 

Briskly, you pushed him away and took the blanket to cover yourself from his eyes. “What? You’re dead.” A sigh escaped your lips. “It must be the drink, I must be crazy. You’re not...” 

He sat on the bed in front of you, holding your cheek. He’s warm. “I am alive.” He whispered, eyes boring deep in you. Those black orbs. It really is Yuta. “I’m sorry. I had to fake my own death and run away from him.” His stepfather. “I’m scared to return, he might really kill me. So I faked my death.” He pulled you closer, hugging your shivering body. “I’m back now. Please come back to me as well.” 

You pushed him that startled the guy. “What? Yuta, I’m married.” You exclaimed while showing the ring on your finger. “I married Lee Taeyong, your bestfriend. You can’t just expect me to come back to you.” 

“You promised to wait for me however long it takes.” You did. But he’s dead. Who are you waiting for? “I know I’m selfish, Y/N. But I’ll be selfish for the last time and ask you to come back to me.” His voice was wavering, water was welling in his eyes. Tears. He’s going to cry. 

He held your hand, holding it with both his hands as if not wanting to let you go. “I’m sorry. I should have told you. I should have called. But when Taeyong told me that he kissed you, I was so angry.” But Taeyong said that he’s very calm about it. “I’m so angry at myself for not being there for you.” It startled you. What? “I was chasing something that I don’t even know exist. I’m scared to return with a failed mission. I tried killing myself. Anything, just so I can’t return and be his punching bag again but I saw you in my dreams.” He placed your palm on his damp cheek. “I had to return for you.”

“Why now? What took you so long?” 

A sigh escaped his lips. “I’m scared. I have nothing and all I can ever think of is to run away with you. I want to start a family with you and open the museum that you want,” He’s still thinking about that? “But I can’t do that if I have nothing.” He stared at you, his eyes red from the crying. “When I was ready to get you back, I saw the marriage announcement. I thought it’s all for the better, Taeyong loves you so much.” Then why is he doing this? “But I can’t. I can’t be happy for the two of you, knowing that I should be the one you’re marrying. That I should be the one in Taeyong’s place.”

You closed your eyes, exclaiming in frustration. How did this get so complicated? “You still love me, don’t you?” You open your eyes to look at him. It’s been so long and even if you can still remember his face, there’s someone else in your mind now. “Do you love him? Have you moved on?” You bit your lip to prevent a word to come out of your mouth. “Did he really replaced me?”

You only heard these words with Taeyong. But now, those questions coming from Yuta’s mouth confused you. “Please don’t do this.” You bunched up the blanket and covered your body, exiting the room to see a huge painting in the living room. The Farewell of Telemachus and Eucharis, the painting you’ve been eyeing all this time. Why is it here? In Yuta’s possession? 

You felt arms hug you. “The story hasn’t left my mind ever since I left. When I saw this in the States, I thought I have to get you this. Our memory.” You choke on a sob as you felt him kiss your exposed shoulder. “It’s yours, Y/N.” His hug got tighter. “I love you so much.”

A tear fell on your cheek. This is what you dreamed of, a museum with this piece as the main exhibit. In Yuta’s arms. But why are you thinking of Taeyong now? 

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You were startled when a police car can be seen outside the building of the penthouse. Did something happen? Your heart kept on beating fast as you reached the floor of the penthouse, the door was opened and uniformed personnel were by the door of your penthouse and talking to someone. “Just find her, please.” You heard Taeyong’s voice that startled you. He’s here? 

He looked so surprised when you appeared in the doorway then hugged you tight. “Y/N.” he called, “I’m so scared.” And you can actually hear the worry in his voice. He held you at arm’s length to check your body. “Your phone, your things…” Oh yeah, you remembered, you left it in the club. “I don’t know where to find you and they just said…” You hushed him up and he just hugged you tight. 

Taeyong thanked the officers and you apologized for taking their time. “Where have you been?” He asked when the door closed behind the two officers. “I had to take the first flight home when your phone turned off.” You only stared at him. Should you tell him? Are you ready to make this more complicated? To explain to him that Yuta is alive and that he wants to take you with him? “Why are you crying?” You only realized it when he touched your cheek, wiping the tears. “Did something happen to you? Are you hurt?” 

You shook your head, hugging his body. “Please, just hold me.” He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. “Taeyong, I love you.” 

He held your cheeks, making you look at him. Taeyong smiled, “I know. And I love you too, Y/N.” He kissed your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You didn't even reach the bedroom and just settled on the couch, grinding your hips as you sit on his lap. He removed your shirt and bra, kissing your exposed breast as you unbuckled his belt. Taeyong helped you remove your pants, helping you to ride his cock. 

You kept on whispering 'I love you' in his ear, his mouth occupying your breasts as you bounce up and down his cock. His hand held your waist, guiding you to slowly ride him. "God, you are so hot!" He exclaimed, pushing your head closer to kiss your lips. Your pace got faster as he jerked his hip up, entering you deeply. A moan escaped your lips and he kept on repeating it again and again until you felt something warm inside you. The second time he came, you were being fucked in a missionary position on the carpet. He kissed your forehead, then your nose and your lips. "Are you alright?" You nodded, smiling meekly at him. His thumb rubbed against your cheeks then kissed you once again, "I'll prepare the tub for you." He helped you sit on the couch and he disappeared into the bathroom before you observed yourself. 

Bruises on your arms and legs, scratches on your waist, and hickeys on your chest. Taeyong is such an angel for not asking what happened. Does he know? When he reappeared from the bathroom, you gave him an apologetic stare but he carried you to the tub like nothing. "Do you need anything else? I'll wait for you outside." 

Even though the water is warm, you can only feel the coldness of your skin. In contrast to the heat you're feeling inside your body. Tears started falling from your eyes. You hated this feeling. Why are you so fucking confused? And why are you even thinking of Yuta now? You should be happy with Taeyong, your husband. 

As you rubbed your skin away from the filthy feeling, you felt more conflicted. You have to tell Taeyong what happened. He needed to know. A loud cry escaped your mouth and you weren't surprised when Taeyong entered the bathroom with a worried look on his face. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" He helped you out of the bathtub, wiping you with the towel then kneeled in front of you to see your face. "Can you tell me why you're crying?"

"Yong…" You called in between cries. He assured you that everything is fine, wiping the tears on your cheeks with his thumb. "I slept with Yuta." He stopped then smiled at you, whispering that he knew and saw the two of you at the treehouse. You shook your head. "He's here. I was with him last night."

His eyes widened in surprise. "What? Y/N, he's dead." 

"He's not." You choked on a sob. "He faked his death just so he cannot return to his dad. Taeyong, Yuta is alive and he's back." He sat on the bathroom floor, staring at the tiles. 

You saw the confusion then the realization in his eyes. "You slept with him?" You nodded. "Do you know that he's alive?" You shook your head. "How?" 

"I blanked out in the club, I drank too much. He took me to his place and I thought he's you, I swear." He closed his eyes, breathing hard.

Taeyong's eyes had always been expressive. You know when he's happy and when he's sad. His eyes cannot lie. But now, you cannot read his emotions, you cannot read his expression. Is he mad? Is he sad? "Are you telling me this because he wants you back?" He took the robe from behind the door, putting it on you. You didn't look at him but you knew, he knew. You totally underestimated the bond he had with Yuta. He carried you to the room, placing you gently to the bed. "Take a rest, Y/N." 

"Taeyong…" 

"Let's talk about this tomorrow." You called for his name again to at least make him look at you. "Tomorrow, Y/N!" He shouted, startling you. Taeyong had always been so gentle, hearing him shout scared you. He sighed, brushing his fingers on his hair. "I need to think." He returned to his gentle voice before leaving the room, closing the door gently behind him. 

You can't sleep. Every time you close your eyes, you can see the pain in both Taeyong and Yuta's eyes. It scared you. You don't want to hurt them both but you don't know what to do. If you choose one over the other, you'll definitely hurt them. 

The house is so quiet, so cold. Has it always been like this? Or are you just used to Taeyong hugging you at night, providing you warmth and comfort? 

You turned to the side, facing your dresser, the necklace with the Eucharis lily glistening under the moonlight peeking from the windows. If Telemachus comes back when Eucharis was in love with someone else, who did she choose? Why didn't anyone tell that story? Maybe you will not be this conflicted now. You closed your eyes as the dark engulfed you for some peace. A peace you knew will be short-lived. 

The smell of pancakes and a male voice asking how deep is your love while singing woke you up. It's already morning. You tried to convince that everything is a dream. That it was your mom cooking and your dad playing that song. That you're still a young girl who just moved to your new house and will be a fourth-grader this year. But that was all false hope. 

You're in Taeyong's penthouse, wearing the white robe he put you on last night. And when you glanced to the side, you saw the Eucharis necklace. You tried to look for your phone but you cannot find it, realizing that you had left it in the club. Fuck, it did happen. Even when you went inside the bathroom, the sight of the damp towel on the floor and the bathtub with water from last night reminded you of what happened. 

You've made a decision when you exited the room, heading to the kitchen to see your husband fully clothed in his work clothes. This early? A meal was already on the table for you and he looked startled when he saw you standing by the doorway of the kitchen. "Good morning." He greeted with a smile, an awkward smile that pained you. "Breakfast is cooked, you might be hungry." 

"Taeyong." You called. 

He asked you to sit and he did the same way, adjacent to where you are. He held your hand, his thumb lightly rubbing the wedding band on your finger. "Do you still love him?" He had always asked you that question and you always tried to drift away from answering that simple statement. You always don't know what to tell him. Yes? That will hurt him. No? Then you're lying to yourself. 

Now, you know what the answer is. 

"I know you're always his" What? "I regret not telling you my feelings before him, maybe that changed a lot.” He smiled. “I regret not coming with him to Ireland, maybe I helped him get back to you and saved you the tears." 

"Yong…" 

“Y/N, do you know that if you love too much, you become greedy?” He smiled once again, touching your cheek with the warmth of his palm. "I understood Yuta's reasons. He's not selfish, he's just greedy for you and that is because he loves you so much." He sighed. "If I was in his shoes, I would have done the same thing. It’s not right to hurt you, hurt us, but he needed to do it to save himself. And now, he’s just taking back what was his." 

Is he letting you go? He stood up then came back with two envelopes at hand. He handed you the first one, "This is the land I bought under your name and the blueprint of the museum I'm planning to build as an anniversary gift." What? A museum? "Yuta told me about your dreams: the museum, the treehouse, marrying him." He said with a smile then handed you the other envelope. 

You opened the second one, "What's this?" Then was surprised at the words written above the paper. "Divorce papers?" 

He held your hand then the other hand went to your cheek that made you look at him. "I just want you to be happy, Y/N." The tears were back, stinging your eyes. "If letting you go and making your dreams come true will make you happy, I'm willing to do it for you."

"Why?" 

"Because this is how I love you, Y/N." He kissed your forehead, slipping the wedding ring off your finger and placing it above the table. He held both your cheeks, placing his forehead on yours, "Choose what makes you happy, Y/N." When he turned his back to you, you saw him heave a sigh. 

You felt like your heart was stabbed a million times. How can you choose when you're hurting him? Your happiness? Why does it have to matter now? Taeyong was right, loving someone makes you greedy. 

A choked sob escaped your throat while reading the paper in front of you. How stupid. Why would he give you the land and penthouse if you sign the papers? It’s not even yours. 

If letting him go will make him happy, you're willing to do it for him. You held the pen in your hand, the ink dropping on the paper. A sigh escaped your lips as you returned the papers in the envelope. A decision has been made.

V. Love

Being in love is being greedy. But being in love is sacrificing things. 

Love should make you happy. Love is always a choice. 

You stared at the painting in front of you. The Farewell of Telemachus and Eucharis. The painting which means a lot to you. Your story with your first love. The main exhibit of your museum. Just like in your dream. 

"Congratulations!" Arms wrapped around your waist, whispering those words to you. The smell of his musky scent filling your senses as he placed a kiss on your cheek. "You did it."

You smiled, turning to face him. "We did it." You corrected and he laughed lightly. All your dreams are now in front of you because of him. You opened the museum because of him. You revamped the treehouse because of him. He made all this possible because it was your dream. Your happiness. “Thank you, Taeyong.” 

He smiled, crushing you in his arms once again. “Thank you, Y/N, for staying with me.” But you didn’t have any other place you wanted to be with at the moment. Just here, in his arms and feeling the comfort of his warmth. “I love you.” He whispered that made you smile. “But I love Cari more.”  

It was as if he summoned her that you heard your daughter’s voice calling out for you. The young girl in her pink dress stared at you in awe. “Mommy, you look so pretty. You’re like a princess.” She complimented that made you laugh. “Isn’t she, daddy Yong?” 

The older nodded, “But you’re prettier, my princess.” You giggled at that. If there is someone more in love with your daughter, that is Taeyong. He even complimented how the necklace, that was once yours, completed the look on the younger girl. Eucharis. The flower where her name is derived from. “Where is your dad?” Before, that question would always make you shiver. How can Taeyong just accept that your daughter isn’t his? But now, it makes you smile. It just proves how immeasurable Taeyong’s love is. 

“He’s parking the car. Papa bought me ice cream on the way here.” You sighed as your husband chuckled. 

Yuta came into the hallways looking dashing in his suit that made Taeyong laugh. “I’m guessing it’s not the ice cream which made you late.” Yuta had to laugh, kissing the side of your head before handing you the Eucharis lilies and congratulating you for the amazing museum. “Cari and I will just be eating marshmallows at the buffet table.” He excused and you nodded, watching Taeyong bond with the younger girl. 

“Mom really loves her.” You lightly glanced at Yuta who had a smile on his face, watching his daughter. “Thank you for letting me bring Cari to Japan.” 

“You’re her dad. No one can change that.” He smiled at you. A month after returning the unsigned divorce papers to Taeyong and talking to Yuta, you found out that you're pregnant. Your husband was excited, taking extra care of you when you were pregnant only to find out that the child resembles Yuta more. Of course, he felt betrayed at first but it was still him who called Yuta and asked him to see you. Taeyong asked you again if you wanted to be with Yuta but as greedy as you are the first time, you chose him again. And you'll choose him, again and again. "Will you visit Cari when you go back to Japan?" 

Yuta nodded. "Every month. Or you can take a vacation in Japan, mom would be happy to see you and Taeyong." You're also glad that things had settled better with Yuta and his mom with his stepfather out of their lives now. "Y/N," he called, which made you turn to him. "I'm sincerely proud of you."

You hugged him, thanking him over and over again. An apology escaped your lips when he broke the hug but he shook his head. "You made the best choice, Y/N." And he didn't need to say anything else. 

They said first love never dies. Sometimes it doesn’t, often it does. But you cannot forget it. The pain, the happiness. The feeling of first falling in love. Yet it's always the selfless love that will be the final one. The love that waits. The love that is willing to endure. The love that gives you happiness. 

When the excitement of the party died down, you found yourself staring at the same painting you were staring at earlier. Is it possible to feel this happy? Is this the payback for all the pain you've been through? "Mommy!" Cari called, smiling at you. You crouched down to meet her height as she showed you three strawberries covered in chocolate on her plate. "Daddy Yong said you have to eat." You glanced at your husband who was busy talking to Yuta. "And Papa said you love chocolates." You nodded, smiling at her. "You should try the strawberries, they're so good Mommy." 

You giggled when she gave you one, biting on it before she ate the other one. "It's good, isn't it?" She grinned which made you nod. "Have the last one, it must be the best strawberry in the world." You smiled once again before biting the strawberry she was holding, "How was it?" 

"The best strawberry in the world." Cari giggled and you bopped her nose. "I love you, Eucharis." 

The younger girl placed the plate on the floor then hugged you tight. "I love you the most, mommy." You're used to Cari being this sweet but it still warms your heart thinking that another person would love you as much. "I love you better than daddy and papa." 

"I'm glad we're clear on that." 

Love. Whenever someone would say that word, the child in you would probably think of a handsome prince-like guy who made an effort to talk to you. The teenage you would probably think of the popular guy who saved you and protected you countless times. But now that you're older, the image of your daughter’s angelic smile, is what you think of with the word love. 

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[teonjae]

dusk ‘til dawn

starring mark lee ft. other members of nct!

genre angst, fluff if you squint hard enough

words 3k

a/n this was lazily proofread (i’ll do it again tomorrow i promise) but i was kinda excited to post this ngl,,,it’s mark lee hours right now. have u guys seen the recent jcc?? mark and johnny were so cute pls. and i don’t know how to write fight scenes pls forgive me

mark’s footsteps echo through the old warehouse along with the others’, as they tread carefully in search of you. they walked in crouched positions — taeyong, johnny, and jaehyun right behind mark with their guns pointed to the ground. “hyuck, i need visual,” taeyong whispers through his earpiece.

“fuck,” haechan curses, “i can’t see anything. they covered up all the windows.” he moves his sniper around, looking through the scope in search of an open window or any sign of movement at all. he calls the attention of the others through his earpiece and says, “i’m gonna look for another spot. i can’t see anything here.”

mark nervously bites his lip as his grip on his pistol tightens. you were kidnapped by one of their rival gangs after they found out about your relationship with nct, especially mark. it didn’t help either that you were one of the youngest ceos who own a prosperous business. so they planned on blackmailing you to give them the capital that they needed with additional information on nct or else they would reveal to the public about your connections with one of the most notorious mafias in south korea. even if they left you with bruises that would take weeks to heal, letting you sleep on the cold ground with just your undergarments and barely giving you any food to eat, you stood your ground and refused to give up what your family’s company has ever worked hard for to some gang who just wanted revenge on your boyfriend and his friends.

“you aren’t gonna talk, will ya?,” a man who you assume to be the boss is says as he harshly grabs your chin, “even if i shoot a bullet through your head?,” you bite your tongue when you feel the tip of the gun pressing under your chin. you continue to glare at him with all the courage you can muster to show him that you’re not afraid at all, but the man in front of you smirks when he thinks otherwise. he lets you go aggressively and scoffs, annoyed at your persistence. “why don't we just kill her?,” one of the men standing in the room suggests. “not now,” he answers him, “let’s wait ‘til her boyfriend comes here.”

you pull yourself up from the ground shakily, your eyes widening at the boss’s last statement. “no,” you choke out, “i swear, if you ever lay a finger on him-“

“what? you’re gonna call your daddy and tell him what? to save your criminal boyfriend?,” the man is now once again in front of you, crouched down until your at eye level. “i bet you didn’t know, huh? that mark was part of nct. you fell for his good-boy act and now he got you roped into this mess. that’s what he’s good at.”

you shake your head at him, “it’s not his fault-“

“not his fault?,” he cuts you off again, “i doubt he doesn’t know what he’s getting you into because that kid is smart, y/n. he knows exactly what can happen if he hangs around someone like you. i’m not the only bad guy here,” he smiles mockingly at you, “you wanna know how many of my guys he’s killed? 1/3 of my team, y/n. and he did that alone.”

he hums when you stay silent, “he’s got you wrapped around his finger, i bet he and his friends leech off money from you but you never notice.” that was the last straw.

out of anger, you clench your fists and spit on him, your saliva landing right on his nose. “fucking bitch!,” he shouts as he punches you, its force flinging you to the ground. despite the pain, you snicker as you push yourself up again, lifting your head to look at how red the man’s face was becoming. you notice the metallic taste of blood on the corner of your lip and you feel another bruise starting to form on your cheek when a man busts into the room looking frantic, “boss!,” he whisper-shouts. “what’s wrong?,” the boss turns to him, annoyance still in his face. “nct,” he gulps, “they’re here.”

the man who just punched you turned to you again and flashes you a cheshire cat grin, completely replacing the annoyed look he had earlier, and it makes your stomach churn.

“dress her up. it’s time,” was the last thing you heard before a sack was placed over your head and the lights went out.

mark and the others flinch when they hear something hit the walls of the warehouse. jaehyun puts a finger to his lips and beckons the three to follow him. he presses his back against the wall — mark, taeyong, and johnny following suit. he raises his gun to his chest as he readies himself to see whoever’s behind the cold surface.

“jaehyun-hyung, get out of there!,” they hear haechan shout from their earpieces and drop to the ground just in time as a bullet hits the wall behind them.

taeyong quickly stands up and shoots after identifying the bullet’s origin, knocking off the shooter while mark hides behind a crate and turns to shoot back at the others. soon, bullets were flying from both sides of the warehouse. they managed to knock down a couple of the ones on the opposing side until johnny lets out a cry of pain, “we need backup. johnny’s been shot on the leg, bring a medic,” taeyong says before continuing to shoot.

mark’s heart beats anxiously against his chest as he reloads his gun. the thought of not getting everyone out alive was worrying him, making beads of sweat trickle down his forehead.

he aims and shoots, aims and shoots. “fuck, why are they so many!,” he shouts. he doesn’t notice one of them creeping up behind him until he gets kicked to the ground, the culprit knocking the gun from his hand.

the man raises the knife over his head and brings it down, and mark quickly rolls to his side, allowing his opponent to hit the ground instead. mark kicks the knife out of his hands and proceeds to kick his face. the man lands on his back in pain as soon as mark stands up, but he was quick. he swipes his leg from under mark, his body dropping to the floor once again. in the blink of an eye, the enemy was on top of mark, the weight of this bulky man crushing him. he delivers a punch to his face, and another, and another, until mark can feel his vision start to blurry and blood drip down the side of his face. the man grabs the knife from beside him and puts it in between them, mark swiftly grabbing his wrists to prevent the knife from going deeper into his chest. he groans in pain when he feels the tip enter slowly and he uses all the strength he has left to push this man off him.

he inhales sharply when he feels the weight suddenly being pulled off him. he hears grunts and punches being thrown from his right as he rolls to the other side to grab his gun. an arm helps mark pull him up to his feet and his eyes brighten at the sight of jungwoo, “you were never good at hand-to-hand combat,” the latter says.

“thanks,” he smiles at him, clicking his gun. jungwoo winks at him before raising his own and shooting from behind mark. he pulls mark to take cover from behind a crate and helps others in shooting, “how deep is it?,” mark hears jungwoo ask. “not that deep,” he answers, deciding on ignoring the pain. “shit, i don’t have that much bullets left,” mark says as he loads his last magazine into his gun and shoots.

as mark shoots his final bullet, their last opponent is knocked down. he sighs in relief before jungwoo helps him up and pulls him to stand. jungwoo leads him to the middle when he realizes almost everyone is there — sicheng, yuta, renjun, and even jisung who’s supposed to be doing his homework right now.

“you’re not supposed to be here,” mark whispers as he scolds the younger one. “i didn’t feel like doing any homework,” jisung shrugs, making mark let out a sigh. “go stay with kun-hyung. you’re not safe at the front,” he tells him before quickening his pace to fall into step with taeyong.

clap, clap, clap.

the sound stops the group from their tracks, most of them raising their guns in front of them. “boys, boys, calm down,” a man says from the front, “it’s just me.”

a light turns on in the dim warehouse, blinding them for a moment. “two, four, six, eight,” the man hums, “you killed like what, 40 of my men? with just 16 of you? wow, i’m impressed.”

“choi taehun,” taeyong’s voice booms throughout the warehouse, “we have the money. bring y/n out.”

choi taehun, the boss, grins manically before raising his hand. a small door from the left opens and a man drags you out as you stumble on your feet. the man holding you by the wrist violently throws you down, making you whimper when you feel the rough ground scrape your bare knees.

mark hears a few gasps from behind him as he clenches his fists at the sight in front of him. there you are, weakly pulling yourself up to sit. the large dress shirt they put over you rides up your bare thighs as you do so, revealing the cuts and bruises that patterned your skin along with the smears of dirt. mark can hear your small sobs even though you’re about 10 meters away from him, making more hatred form from inside of him. hatred for choi taehun and himself.

mark steps forward but taeyong puts his hand in front of him to stop him as he retains his calm demeanor. “you said you wouldn’t hurt her. you know that affects our deal, right?”

“i know, but you called to make the deal after i did,” he gestures to you with his hand, “this.”

“he’s lying!,” mark takes aggressive steps forward until choi taehun clicks his gun against your head. “i would go back to your place if i were you, mark lee.”

mark glares at him before slowly walking back, his eyes glued to you. “show me the money,” choi taehun demands.

jaehyun slowly walks to the front and crouches, placing a duffel bag on the ground. when he gets his hand on the zipper, choi taehun calls his attention, “put your gun out where i can see it.”

jaehyun runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek before complying and opening the zipper. he counts the money aloud, laying them outside the bag where they can see.

when the total reaches 23 million dollars, jaehyun bites his lip. the money was placed in stacks so that they won’t notice most of the bills are fake, but there was an unsettling feeling in his stomach, making him worry if everything goes as planned.

“30 million dollars,” jaehyun finishes as he walks back, “that’s thirty million dollars.”

“now let her go,” mark speaks. the delay was ticking him off, his anxiety was about to spiral if he doesn’t get to you. he can feel everyone’s uneasiness as choi taehun continues to stare at the stacks of money in the middle, the thought of him catching up to their plan entering their minds.

“the ammunition?,” choi taehun questions. “they’re being transported to you as we speak.”

“exact amount?”

“exact amount,” taeyong answers him sternly.

“alright,” choi taehun says nonchalantly. he walks up to you and crouches behind you, his eyes landing at an angry-looking mark in mockery. he smirks before putting a hand on your shoulder and roughly pulling the black sack off your head.

you squeeze your eyes shut immediately at the blinding light before blinking a few times to adjust. the first person you see is taeyong but when you look to his right you see mark and tears prickle your eyes.

mark’s face softens at the sight of your face — messed up hair, bruises scattering your face, and there’s dry blood near your gagged up mouth. his heart drops when he notices the dark spots and dry tear streaks under your eyes, and that’s when he realizes he did this. he made you suffer and he doesn’t know if he can forgive himself for it.

choi taehun brings his face closer to your ear, making you squirm in his hold as the gag in your mouth muffles your cries. mark was about to open his mouth, to tell him to stop, but he speaks before he does.

“i just want to say goodbye to our dear, y/n. not cooperative but still entertaining,” he coos sarcastically, making mark wanting to vomit at the thought of them doing things to you. “we’re gonna miss you, but i think mark misses you more,” he fake smiles, not bothering to remove the gag in your mouth, “get along now.”

he pulls you up on your weak feet and pushes you forward. you slowly stagger to the middle, the pain on your legs making it harder for you to walk. you see mark take a few hesitant steps before he’s running to you.

he meets you halfway and wraps his arms around you, supporting your weight. he uses his free hand to untie the cloth from behind your head and as soon as it falls to the ground, he cups your cheek as his eyes scan your face. mark didn’t realize he was crying until you wiped a tear from his cheek and wrap your arms around his neck. he kisses you softly, afraid of hurting you, and tastes the salt from both of your tears. “i’m sorry,” he whispers when he pulls away. he continues to whisper apologies as he pulls your head to his shoulder and holds you tightly. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to do this to you- i’m sorry.”

he feels you nod and grip his shirt, “i know. it’s okay,” you tell him, “i love you.”

“i love you. i’m so sorry.”

bang.

all of you freeze when you hear a gunshot echo in the room. a second gunshot sounds and mark snaps his head to look at choi taehun dropping to his knees and onto the floor as blood seeps out from the side of his head.

“got ‘em,” he hears haechan say through the earpiece and he lets out a breath he was holding.

mark suddenly feels warm liquid dampen his shirt, his eyes falling to your troubled ones. “mark,” you croak out, until your legs give out from beneath you and you drop to the floor, pulling mark along. he looks down and sees blood pool at the bottom of your shirt. he looks at you with wide eyes, “no, no, no,” he murmurs as he hooks his arm under your knees and secures you into his arms before standing up. “come on. stay with me, y/n, stay with me.”

he turns around and runs out the warehouse, the others quickly following after him. “we need to get her to kun, hyung!,” he cries out.

he gets into one of the cars outside, taeyong quickly jumping into the driver’s seat and starting the engine.

“hey, y/n, talk to me, okay? come on, talk to me,” mark panics while he grabs your hand and squeezes it. “i just got you back, y/n. you can’t,” he chokes back a sob, “you can’t leave me like this.”

“mark,” you try to say but he hears it nonetheless. “what is it, y/n? tell me,” he brings the hand he’s holding and brings it to his lips.

“it’s not your fault,” mark closes his eyes and shakes his head at your words, “it’s not your fault, okay? i love you.”

“no, no, y/n. don’t say that,” he whimpers as he presses your body closer to his, “don’t say that. you’re gonna make it, okay? promise me.”

“i love you,” you repeat. a tear slips down your face and the taste of blood enters your mouth again, but this time, it’s coming from the back of your throat. “this is it,” you think and more tears slip from your face.

“i love you, mark. i love you,” you repeat as you hold his hand with all the strength you have.

mark quickly intertwines your hands together and holds it tight, “i love you, y/n, please,” he begs, “stay with me.”

they say that when you die, your life flashes before you, but for you it doesn’t. you don’t see your seventh birthday in disneyland, your graduation ceremony, your father coming home from the military, nor the first time you held a press conference as the company’s new ceo. maybe because your life is right in front of you, holding you close and praying to god to give you a second chance. you’re so young, you think, you had so much planned for your future together with mark and the others that this all seems like a dream to you, but the now dull ache in your back brings you back to reality.

you’ve been living your life ever since you met mark. he brought out the good sides of you and turned your weaknesses into your strongest points. when the world around you was too much, he was there to help you get through it and remind you to keep strong. somewhere in the middle, you found out that he was dangerous, he and his friends were, but that drew you closer to them. you understood them without the need to say anything because you understand. you understand the feeling of having to love someone and hide something from them to keep them safe. the fact that you got to see mark come back home every time he’s done with his missions was enough to lull you back into sleep. “in another life, mark lee,” you tell yourself.

so before you let out your last breath, you squeeze mark’s hand once again, softly this time. you let your eyelids come to a close as your life is slowly being taken away, and the last thing you feel is mark’s lips pressed pressed to your cheek, the warmth escaping his touch.

[minhoseok]

NCT yandere profiles pt1

part 1    part 2

tw: yandere themes, abuse, stalking, etc.

in no way do i think any of the members act like this. this is pure fiction and for entertainment purposes only.

taeil-ten 

taeil

taeil is a sweet yandere, on the softer side. he constantly praises you when you first start the relationship, and throughout the journey. chances are slick that you’ll ever find out his evil ways. he’s always careful with what he does, he’ll rarely snap in front of you. if he ever caught a guy staring at you for too long or tries to initiate anything he’ll try to get your attention fixed on something else, dealing with disposing him later. if you do ever figure out he is a yandere at any point though he’ll try his very best to convince you that he’s still the guy you fell in love with. if you’re stubborn and go against his pleads, he might have to use force.

taeyong

taeyong is one of the more sadistic yanderes, not afraid to hurt you if you don’t comply to his needs. taeyong was a charming man, and he knew. at first glance you fell head over heels for him, and he could say the same.. maybe. taeyong has always been a bit odd throughout his life, and he knew. though he continued his toxic ways, and unfortunately for you, he had his eyes set on you. by the time you knew it was too late, the charms off him had started to wear off. the taeyong you fell in love with started to fade away, revealing the man under the mask. try and escape and you’ll never see daylight again. just remember taeyong is a very determined man, never stopping until he gets what he wants. 

johnny

 clingy baby. when you first met johnny he was quiet and reserved but as your relationship flourished he revealed a big softie, vulnerable to alot things. when you felt that romantic spark with him though, you took your relationship with him to the next level, and he couldn't be happier. ever since then he was always seen either hugging, cuddling or texting you, depending where he was. whenever you came home there would always be a big kiss and hug waiting for you. his yandere side though wasn't well hidden. whenever someone looked at you, anyone, he would hug you tight and maybe press a kiss to your forehead. he did this no matter where. maybe you were out with your parents and johnny for lunch and a person from the other table sends a wink your way. johnny isn't afraid to make a scene. 

yuta

  a sweet yandere only if you’re good for him. he can be very violent, leaving you in a room for days without food or water. not feeling guilty at all since its your fault it had to end like. resulting with you hating him more and more as life goes on. you never knew him before this, maybe you caught him looking at you when you worked part time at that coffee store once or twice but that’s about all you had seen of him. he on the other hand had actually kidnapped you. you were working nigh shift, filling in for a friend who had family emergencies to tend. while missing the bus home you ended up walking. which ended up with him pulling you aside and drugging you, taking you home, to his place, soon to be your home. you could have had a good relationship with yuta, maybe be able to look at him with love rather than hatred, if you had built a relationship with him, rather than forced. 

kun

kun’s a massive sweetheart, he actually started off relatively normal. but due to his past relationship, when his ex partner had cheated on him, he couldn't help but worry about if you would leave him or not. he would act pretty normal though, everyday he would wake you up with a few kisses and go cook you a delicious meal, then he would drop you off at work, rather than going on public transport, where you would be in minimal contact with people. he was constantly afraid that you would find someone new and leave him. so he always found an excuse for keeping you to himself. you don’t have amazing cooking skills and want to go out to eat, scrap that, kun can whip up a meal anytime you want, you've got to cover an extra shift but your car broke down, kun will be there to drop you off. making sure you are 100% dependent on him

doyoung

doyoung is a smart man, he knows what makes up a healthy relationship and what doesn't. so he chose to go on the positive path, in hope of the love he yearned for. he’s probably the type to hit you with a car so you’d end up in hospital, for him to take care of you. he’d probably pay someone to take the blame and to you, doyoung would be your prince, there to aid you in your unfortunate condition. basically a manipulative yandere. though in all honesty, no one would be able to tell he was a yandere. he had a good job, a social circle and let you have freedom. unless you were basically drooling over someone, doyoung wouldn't really kill anyone, he thinks its messy and hates the smell, he rather send a few threats. just keep your eyes on doyoung only and you’ll end up fine

ten

ten is a bit of a sadist, hes pretty bad with conveying his feelings through deep words. other than telling you he loves you or calling you his baby, that about as far he can go. so instead he shows love through actions, its usually him dancing with you after a nice dinner, or him snuggling into you when you had a rough day. other ways could be him killing someone for you, ten has no problems killing someone, in front of you or not, he wont hesitate. that’s where his yandere kicks in, he doesn't try to hide him being jealous. he just goes for it. anyone who steps in his way will be eliminated. and you’re his forever.

[mymoodwriting]

The Choice Is Yours

F!Reader x Vampire!Yuta

Genre: Vampire Dystopia

Warning: Blood, Aggression, Fangs, Helplessness, Suffocation, Chocking, Anxiety, Collars

Words: 2.7K

Chapters:

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Epilogue

Prompt: Good behavior goes a long way when a new world order is established within hours and humans wind up at the bottom of the food chain. As luck would have it you were claimed by a vampire named Yuta, so you’re saved in a sense. Many would say you’re in a rather unique situation, and despite its perks it wasn’t really something you asked for.

    Yuta sat outside in the gazebo, the morning sun shining down on his gardens and farms, servants hard at work around him. Things work wise had been cleared up and there has been no trouble since. Now he could stay at home comfortably and continue his work. Occasionally he glanced over at the windows to his bedroom, knowing you were there resting, recovering. Your words still swimming in his head.

    Lately you had been very quiet, more than usual, and stuck close to him. It was all easily explainable, and not that he didn’t mind, although he missed that fierce little attitude of yours. That wasn’t the problem though, it seemed all that time together was putting ideas in your head, and he didn’t know what to make of them. For centuries vampires lived hidden, rarely interacting with humans, let alone forming any kind of meaningful relationship. So even he had no idea what to do in regards to your emotions.

“You know Taeyong will be upset.” Xiaojun spoke up. “We’ve been missing family gatherings.”

“There’s plenty of us in the family, I doubt he’d notice. Besides, he knows we’ve been busy, and exactly with what, he assigned it to us after all.”

“Still, not like you to not explain yourself.”

“We’ll go next time or something.”

“Yeah about that.”

    YangYang came over, having heard the last bits of the conversation. He was actually a bit nervous to say this but he was already in trouble.

“Speaking of Taeyong… he’s here.”

“What!” Yuta jumped up. “What does that mean?”

“It means Taeyong showed up a while ago… and he’s in your bedroom.”

    Yuta didn’t need to hear anything else before he bolted back inside and rushed upstairs to his bedroom. He burst into his room, glaring at Taeyong who was in his bed, your sleeping form wrapped in his arms, petting you.

“Taeyong!”

“Sh.” Tae pressed a finger against his lips. “You’ll wake her if you yell.”

“Taeyong… I can explain.”

“Is this why you’ve been missing family gatherings? Too busy playing with your little pet?”

“No.”

“Yuta.”

“Among other things… yes.”

“You never mentioned you had a feeder at home.”

“There was no reason too.”

“Hm.” Taeyong lifted you up so you would lean against him, seeing you snuggle up, making him chuckle while Yuta tried not to get pissed. “You not telling me feels like you don’t trust me.”

“I do. I just thought this wasn’t worth mentioning. She’s my responsibility, and I know some vampires who keep feeders… are looked down upon… especially by the older generation.”

“I see. Well I assure you I have no problem with someone keeping feeders, whether it’s one or a bunch. I’m quite fond of seeing those humans, they’re so happy, I love their smiles, the main reason I visit clubs. My problem is with the vampires who might grow careless and take it too far, wasting such a precious life.”

“I’m not careless.”

“You’re not, you’re stupid.”

“Excuse me!”

“See, I’m not mad at you for having your own personal little feeder at home, I’ve had half a mind to get my own, my problem is the way you’ve cared for her.”

“She’s safe, and I’m taking good care of her. So your-”

“Are you? I heard the poor thing nearly drowned.”

“Who… who told you that?”

“I asked YangYang when I arrived. I was curious what had become of the little human you had on reserve, and he spared no details.”

“That incident was handled.” 

“I am aware. As was the farm one.”

“What?”

“You may oversee some farms but you haven’t forgotten who’s ultimately in charge, have you? One thing goes wrong, they may have messed up a thing or two with you, but do you think they’ll lie to me?”

“I wanted to handle it as it pertained to-”

“YangYang also spilled the details, I have the reports as well, so I don’t need your excuses.” Yuta went quiet. “Tell me, do you care about her? Sincerely?”

“And what if I do?”

“I’d suggest taking her from you.”

“Taeyong!”

“Yuta… do you realize how much danger she’s in when you leave her like this?” Tae picked up your arm, letting it plop down on the bed. “She can barely move, she’s barely alive as it is, and you leave her to rest, all alone.”

“She’s safe, I’m-”

“How easy would it be…” Taeyong gently wrapped a hand around your throat. “To kill her in this state? All I have to do is squeeze for like… what? Sixty seconds? Maybe less, and just like that, you’d lose her.”

“Taeyong…” Yuta hissed. “Let her-”

“What?” Tae put a bit of pressure, your slight struggle filling Yuta’s ears. “It doesn’t have to be a murder, a simple little accident can end her life just as well. You’ve already seen how easy it would be to lose her.”

    Yuta bore his fangs and lunged at Taeyong, only to have the older ones other hand wrapped around his throat too, squeezing tightly. Yuta squirmed, but quickly stopped when Taeyong put more pressure on your neck, both hearing your heartbeat slowing down. A cocky grin on Taeyong’s face as he saw how affected Yuta was.

“That was rather rude.”

    Taeyong dropped Yuta, his grip on you loosening as well, letting you breath without issue. He gently laid you down, kissing your head, and petting you, then grabbing Yuta and getting him on his feet.

“If you really cared, you shouldn’t leave her in such a vulnerable state, let alone do this to her. I’m not mad, I can see the passion in your eyes, and I’m not telling you what to do either. Just don’t come crying to me when you do lose her, accident or not. Let’s talk in your office, let her sleep.” Tae walked over to the door. “If she is your excuse for avoiding family gatherings, bring her to the next one, or else.”

    Yuta waited until Taeyong had left the room before checking on you. You had some light bruises on your neck but your breathing had returned to normal and luckily you hadn’t woken up during all that. He was relieved, but he knew Taeyong made a good point. He kissed your head and walked out, Xiaojun and YangYang waiting for him.

“I’m sorry.” YangYang said. “I-”

“I expect nothing but perfect behavior from you when it comes to Taeyong. You’re fine, check on her bruises. I’ll be with Taeyong in my office.”

    After a moment Yuta went over to his office, Taeyong browsing through the books on the shelf. It was quiet between them, Tae eventually taking a seat at his desk.

“Your reason for missing family gatherings is quite cute, but unacceptable nonetheless. I was serious about bringing her along next time, the others and I would love to meet her.”

“I… I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why’s that?”

“She’s very shy and nervous around those who aren’t me.”

“You mean humans?”

“Huh?”

“What? Human psychology, it’s quite simple, Jinwoo picks it apart well. She’s had such terrible experiences lately, not cause of us, but her own kind. Humans are such cruel creatures, they can cause each other so much damage, the psychological scars are so intense in those cases. Tell me, she’s not afraid of you or your halfbreeds is she?”

“No. Given the circumstances I only have the halfbreeds looking after her.”

“And?”

“She’s a lot more at ease.”

“Exactly. So there’s no problem bringing her along, you know I don’t keep servants in my home, it’d be too much trouble with the little ones around.”

“I still don’t-”

“Yuta I will leave with her in hand if I have to.”

“Why are you making that threat!”

“Have you ever been to a club? Have you ever actually seen a feeder?”

“I don’t-”

“Have you?”

“No… what does that-”

“She shouldn’t be lying in bed like a corpse. The reason feeders thrive at clubs is because of our pleasurable venom running through their veins. They’re so excited, giddy, all they want is to be bitten again and again, only taken to rest when they pass out from blood loss. It’s their happiness that makes them adorable, the child-like behavior, have you ever seen y/n that way?”

“No…”

“Then she’s really just a blood bag you don’t finish and replenishes itself. Doing that over time will weaken her blood, her too, and that doesn’t rule out the possibility of you taking it too far one night and killing her.”

“I would never do that.”

“If her blood is good enough for you to drain almost every chance you get, I have no doubt your baser instincts will beat you out one day. It’s why I adjusted you all to blood bags, it’s more sophisticated, and less likely to cause issues, it’s why we all made sure our children prefer blood bags. Why do you think humans know so little about us?”

“Yeah, yeah… why are you here? Was it just to come check on why I was missing family dinner?”

“Yes, but something else too. The human department may not be my domain, but I care dearly about them. The farm hand, I know her fate, helped in the matter, what about the attempted murderer?”

“Punishment, and I want nothing to do with her again so the government holds her fate.”

“I see. Then I’ll take a look myself, if you don’t mind.”

“Do what you will, you care more for humans than most.”

“Dangerous words coming from someone who keeps a feeder, although appropriate, given your lack of care for her.”

“Then what do you want me to do?”

“Figure that out before you kill her. I’m not your mother. Anyway, I have what I came for.” Taeyong got up. “So I’ll be on my way. See you both at the next family gathering. Or else, if I have to come back here for the same reason I won’t leave alone.”

“Got it. Until then.”

♥♥♥♥♥

    The weirdest piece of clothing was the white dress. You never saw anyone else in it, not even the other servants, or anyone else outside the house. Although that wasn’t what was truly bothering you. It was the collar, and the fact that it meant going out.

“I don’t want to go out…”

“It’s okay, we’re going somewhere safe.”

“Please… let me stay… you… you can drink from me until…”

You shoved your wrist into Yuta’s face but he pushed it away, a coy smile on his lips. He held your head in his hands, seeing the worry in your eyes.

“Please…”

“You’re going to be just fine, I promise. Nothing bad is gonna happen, you won’t get hurt.”

    You didn’t say anything else, knowing in the end you didn’t actually have a choice. Even if you didn’t voice your concern anymore you were still nervous. It was a rather long trip, which didn’t help. You passed a few towns on the way, then everything turned to trees and wildlife. When you finally came to a house you were a bit in awe, the place was huge, much bigger than Yuta’s. The limo pulled up to the front and you were more anxious than before.

    Yuta stepped out of the limo first, helping you next, Xiaojun and YangYang stepping out of the front seats. For some reason you fixed yourself up, as if you were invited to such a place and not there by force. You stayed in place for a moment before YangYang gave you a gentle nudge forward. He startled you and apologized.

“Don’t be nervous, this is Taeyong’s place.”

“Tae… Taeyong?” The name was familiar, then you realized you saw it on the spines of Yuta’s books from his office and the library. “You mean he’s one of the seven?”

“Yeah… how did you know that?”

    Now you were more nervous, in a new way. When you got to the door it seemed that you were greeted by some halfbreeds and led inside. You walked in, seeing just how big it was, but it wasn’t the design or art that caught your attention, it was the lack of servants. There were no humans dressed in white anywhere, there were no humans at all. You weren’t sure what to feel, worried that you were the only human around, or grateful that your own kind wasn’t going to give you weird looks.

“Yuta, good to see you. Dinner is still a while, and Taeyong is glad to know you’re early. He would like to speak with you about some work matters.”

“Of course.”

“Ah, but she can wait elsewhere.”

    You immediately grabbed Yuta, not wanting him to leave you. There were no humans around but you didn’t know the vampires or halfbreeds, so you couldn’t just trust them. Yuta grabbed your hand and kissed it.

“You’ll be alright, nothing to worry about. It’ll only be for a while.”

    All eyes were on you and that didn’t make you feel any better. You reluctantly nodded, Yuta letting your hand go and walking off with his two friends. You were left with all strangers, thankfully none of them touched you, just asked you to follow them. You were taken to another room, it seemed like some sort of lobby, and a big one at that. A long table of food down the center and seats along the walls.

    The silence and emptiness of the room made you miss Yuta. You quickly shook that idea out of your head. You didn’t have feelings for him, you couldn’t, he was just your jailer. After the way he shut you up the last time you asked about his, made yours known a bit, you knew there was nothing there, so you needed to stop thinking that way. It was a stupid thought to begin with, he was a vampire, you were human, he was going to kill you one day, you meant nothing to him, everything he did was probably a game.

    The door suddenly opened and you jumped, quickly backing away. Two boys rushed into the room and shut the door behind them giggling. When they noticed the food they scrambled over, talking about being hungry, so you knew they were halfbreeds. It was a good few minutes before either of them noticed your presence. They froze up, curiously staring at you. Their sense of smell and the white clothes were a dead give away for what you were. And of course they were curious and approached you.

“Woah… a human…”

    With that comment you started to back away from them. You hit the wall soon enough and fell onto a couch. You looked up at the two, words still caught in your throat.

“I’ve never seen one up close.”

“Wonder what they taste like.”

“Not good.” You mumbled. “You guys… human blood tastes bad… for you…”

“How do you know that?”

“You guys ate food… said you were hungry… only… only halfbreeds eat normal food… like humans… and if you were vampires… you would have noticed… me sooner…”

“Why are you here?”

“Where did you come from?”

“Yu… Yuta brought me…”

“Oh, so you’re why he’s been missing family dinner.”

“Wa… what?”

    The door suddenly opened, another boy entering the room. His attention was quickly on you, quite curious about your presence too. Your heart was racing, and surely they could tell too. There was another door, closer to you, while the two near you were distracted by the newcomer you used that as your chance. You rushed out the other door, panickedly putting something under the door so it couldn’t be opened from the other side. You looked around, no clue where you were.

    For once in a long the idea of escape crossed your mind. You found the nearest window, seeing the backyard, it was huge, and it seemed to be open. There were no humans in the house, so there was no reason to have a fence. If you could get the collar off, surely you could run away. Although you weren’t sure if you could do that, or if you wanted it. A part of you longed to get away, to be free, the other wanted Yuta more, the adrenaline just mixing up your feelings, making the answer unknown to you.

[chenles-moonpies]

Mission, failed

• An nct mafia au, chapter 1

• 2k words

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"You go to china, find the boy, bring him back. Plain and simple."

"Plain and simple my ass. Does he know how many people are here!?" Winwin cursed as he looked around the corner from a fight they were observing. Taeyong, leader of his gang NCT, had sent him and Yuta on a mission to track down someone that fancied his eye. Normally Winwin did an exceptional job at spy work, but being paired with Yuta lately has had it’s consequences. "Also why am I with you?” Winwin complained,  “You don't speak a lick of Chinese and always mess up important details." The two had been paired together recently after Yuta begged a reluctant Taeyong to do so for weeks without consulting Winwin. He agreed eventually, “Fine. but I'm not sending you in the private jet when you go to China. Just Business class.” He had told Yuta.

"I'm offended. You know the rules! No solo missions." Yuta reminded his friend, "Unless you're in-"

"What's going on over there?" Cheers, or rather yells, were piercing the air around them. Citizens flocked to the middle of the bustling shopping roads where a fight broke out. Winwin and Yuta looked at each other before racing over to see as well. 

"I think that's the one." Yuta whispered. The crowd was rather large so it was a bit difficult to see, however Taeyongs words echoed loosely in his mind. "Short hair, gets in fights, Winwin I think we're done!" Yuta smiled brightly at the taller male. His response was a bit delayed. Could it really be him? Wasn't he a bit… small? 

"You IDIOTS!" Taeyong yelled, hands banging down on his desk. "I told you exactly what he looks like and what do you do? Bring me someone not any bigger than a Dream member!?" 

The man scoffed, "I'm not that small-?"

"Look, you want us to do well? Stop sending me with him!" Winwin fought back, pointing back to his partner. Yuta's face grew rather disgusted, if not disappointed. "What do you mean?" He questioned. "You always mess around and distract me." Winwin huffed. 

"Then stop getting distracted. It's not hard!" Taeyong bellowed. The room grew quiet until the tied up boy spoke, “You guys seem tense. Maybe you should take a bath or something, some tea might help, maybe some Vodka-”

“Shut up!” Taeyong shouted, cutting him off. The four men stood in Taeyong’s office for a moment, unsure of what to do. “I’m sorry, sir. Should we bring him back to China?” Winwin spoke sheepishly, suddenly aware that he should probably just comply with his boss.

“Are you insane or did you break into the drug stash on floor 15? We can’t let him go now. Leave him with me,” Taeyong sat down onto his chair and spun to face his back to the other three men, “I’ll talk to him.” Winwin and Yuta promptly left while bickering quietly. The door shut quietly with a click. “Ok, let's get to it,” Taeyong pulled up a pen and paper, “Name, date of birth, nationality, family and blood type please.” The man shuffled out of the ties restricting him, 

“People call me Ten. I was born 27th of February 1996, I have a mother and father and sister and I don’t know my blood type.”

“Whatever, we’ll just get someone in to test you. You didn't tell me your nationality.”

“Well i’m not Chinese as you thought.” 

“I didn't ask where you aren’t from, I asked where you are fr-”

“Why do you need to know, huh?” 

Taeyong stared at Ten with sharp fury. But that was only the exterior he showed. Inside he was shocked. No one had ever interrupted him like that. 16 members prior to Ten and it hasn't happened once. And that wasn't even the ones he had to “dismiss”

“Just tell me where you're from, pretty boy.”

Ten looked around at the pointings that hung around Taeyong’s office, “Is this you? Who painted it? Their brush technique is very… unique.”

“I Think you’d better sit down and tell me where you’re from before we have a problem.” Taeyong spoke through gritted teeth

“Thailand.”

“Was that so hard?” Taeyong pulled some papers from his desk, “Sit down, Ten.”

“Fine,” he responded, “But I'm sitting because I want to. Not because you told me to.” 

Taeyong slid a thin pile of papers across his desk and into the other man’s lap. 

“I’m not reading all that.” Ten said, picking up the pile.

“Don’t worry, I'll give you the summary.” He sat back in his chair, “This is the NCT X Building. Its headquarters for the NCT gang. I prefer the term mafia but… to each their own.”

“Oh, shit ok.” Ten pulled out a pair of glasses from a pocket in his silk shirt.

“Long story short my father founded the mafia and I took over after the incident. I never liked the way he ran it so i changed a lot of things. So if you ever think I'm treating you unfairly i’ll remind you he was incomprehensibly worse.”

“So you’re recruiting me?” 

“Call it what you want, you’re lucky I didn't just kill you.”

“Fair enough.” 

“You’ll get to meet the other members soon but essentially there are two sections: 127 and Dream. 127 handles korean affairs, mainly based in Seoul. Dream…” Taeyong paused to laugh, “Honestly it's more of an experiment than anything and the only reason I'm maintaining it is because they’re good kids and you can't exactly leave this organisations unless you leave in a hearse.”

Hang on, did you say ‘kids’?” 

“Yes, they're all pretty young. The youngest is 17 though so don't worry they aren’t too young. Anyway Dream only really handles very minor affairs but they've been doing well.”

“Jesus, you’re not gonna put me with them, are you?” 

Taeyong laughed, “You should be so lucky. You’ll probably get put into 127 but for now you’re a trainee. Sign here.”

Taeyong presented ten with a black piece of paper with a light grey print and a white signature line. “That's some shady shit, man.” Ten said,

“Fine,” Taeyong took the paper away, “this is a gang, you don't actually have to sign it,” He said, signing the name ‘Ten’ in neat cursive on the white line, “It’s just so the less intelligent members get a sense of security from the legitimacy of a contract. But you seem smart, so you don’t need that.” Ten laughed quietly in response,

“Now,” Taeyong whispered, pressing a black button on his desk, triggering the large mahogany doors to open, “Would you like to meet the others?"

"You said there's sixteen others, right? Why so many?" Ten questioned, following his new leader out of the room. "I have my reasons. This way."

The hallways were long, some narrow, Ten noted. It wasn't dark like he imagined gang buildings to be either. Most rooms had a large glass window to show into it but a few were kept a secret behind locked doors. They peaked his interest for sure, so the male made a mental note to explore once he has a bit more freedom. 

"In here is the main break room on the floor. Usually you can find Johnny, Jaehyun, or maybe even Jeno in here." 

"So many J names." Ten laughed. Taeyong couldn't disagree there. "Come in." He nodded his head as he opened the door. 

"Johnny, Jaehyun, meet Ten." Taeyong said, introducing him. Johnny nodded while Jaehyun presented his hand. "You must be the new recruit!" Another voice spoke out. A head popped over the edge of the old, slightly tattered, orange couch in the corner of the room. "Who are you?" Ten asked.

"Mark Lee. I'm in all the units. Well, was."

"What do you mean, aren't there only two?"

"He was in dream but graduated. He doesn't have an official position yet."

"That's why I'm in all of them. In Hopes of finding out." Mark said, pointing his thumb and finger at Ten like he held a real gun. "Enough chat. Anyone know where Doyoung went?" Taeyong asked. Everyone shook their heads no. 

"Maybe in U-" 

"Right, later then. I'm sure someone is in the cafeteria." Taeyong blurted, interrupting Mark. The leader walked out, the heavy door slamming behind them. "Mark, you idiot. No one can know about U so soon!" Jaehyun scolded, smacking the younger boy on the shoulder.

"What's U? I don't understand." Ten asked, his mind buzzing to know what secrets Taeyong was keeping. He'll be damned if he gives up trying to find out. "Who knows Honestly. Kid is so overworked I don't think he would know where his head was if it weren't attached." 

Taeyong re-entered, brushing something off his shirt, and was immediately bombarded with Ten’s questioning "What positions were they all?" Ten asked. 

“Does this guy ever shut up? Why does he want to know everything so bad…?"  Taeyong thought. "Johnny is the muscle. I count on him to keep people in check, sometimes to do the dirty work. Jaehyun is 127s Charmer."

"Charmer?"

"Every talented mafia needs someone to swoon others to get desired information." 

"That desperate huh?"

"You won't understand. Not yet."

Ten took in his sudden surroundings as he noticed Taeyong had been leading him down a couple flights of stairs. "Elevators?" He asked. Taeyong shook his head. "Not to the floor we're going to. Doyoung likes his privacy." 

After walking for what seemed like hours, Taeyong and Ten finally got to their desired floor. “I get this dude wants his privacy but this is ridiculous.” Ten complained, pretending to be out of breath. Taeyong let out a small laugh, “You know, Ten, I hope your sense of humour helps you get around obstacles and doesn't cause you problems.” 

“Well,I'd be lying if I said they hadn’t before.” The two approached a tall, oak door with a silver “DY” on it next to an eye hole. “Kind of weird that you guys have peep holes on bedrooms.” Ten said as he got on his tiptoes to look through it, “It’s blacked out!”

“Mhm. Everyone but me is supposed to have an eyehole to make sure no one’s up to any funny business but Doyoung has a tendency to disagree with that rule.”

“Ah.” 

Taeyong knocked three times on the door before opening it, “Doyoung, you’ve got company!” He yelled. A tall, slender man with dark wet hair entered from around the corner, “Taeyong, you might be everyone’s boss but you can't just come in here unannounced. I’m your right hand man not your slave,” he looked up from tying a black robe around himself, “I don’t just do whatever you want me to like the others d-” He paused, “What does he want?” 

Taeyong laughed, “Doyoung, you’ve never been the best at making people feel welcome.”

“This looks like a Jaehyun thing.”

“Huh?” Ten looked at Doyoung, puzzled,

“Is this another ‘date in exchange for information’ thing because I'm not doing that again, that's why we have Jaehyun.” Doyoung walked back around the corner.

“No, it’s not.” Taeyong yelled over to him, “And if it was, you’re not supposed to say that to the person.”

Doyoung re-entered from around the corner now fully dressed in a white dress shirt, a silk tie, and tailored slacks. “I have to go out.”

“I don’t remember you telling me that.” Taeyong responded.

“I don’t remember me needing to.” Doyoung pushed passed the two men.

“My name’s Ten.” Ten shouted as Doyoung started up the stairs,

“Thats nice.”

“He’s going to be rooming with you for now.” Taeyong yelled.

“What?!” Doyoung came back down the stairs.

“It’s only temporary while we make up a room for him. Everyone has a roommate and they have smaller rooms. You’re alone and you have a room that could fit at least five people.”

Doyoung stared angrily at Ten, “Fine. But if this lasts more than a week, You and I,” Doyoung looked Ten up and down, “We’re gonna have a problem.”

“I’ll see you around, Doyoung.” Ten responded with a smile. Doyoung stormed off leaving a tapping sound on the marble floor echoing throughout the halls.

Taeyong and Ten looked to each other as Ten laughed, “I like him.”

[maxiemcsoda]

Sdr2 Demon Hunting List

Demon Name: Ryotax Real Name: Ryota Mitarai (Ultimate Imposter’s Best Friend)   This Demon is a high ranking officer in the Ultimate Demon Foundation and rarely ever leaves its lair.  This makes it really hard to get to but luring it out with junk food or anime may work.  Keep a close eye or you may miss it! Demon Name: Kaoronus Real Name: Kaori Hanamura (Teruteru Hanamura’s Mother) This Demon is a really great cook in the Demon World with its own restaurant.  This is an easy one to hunt as it’s really sick.  You can get it out in the open by saying its spawn are in danger or its restaurant is being bought out! Demon Name: Kurasato Real Name: Sato Aoba (Mahiru Koizumi’s Best Friend) A loudmouthed and scrappy Demon that will fight back, especially if its friends are threatened.  Its weak spot is its head, so aim for that to kill it quickly! Demon Name: Kiyotakix Real Name: Kiyotaka Ishimaru (Peko Pekoyama’s Twin Brother) This Demon had its sister taken away by a clan of gangster Demons in revenge for something its grandfather did.  It will do anything to find her again, so disguise a Monokuma as her to make it feel hope again before you kill it! Demon Name: Kiyonogon Real Name:  Kiyoko Shima (Ibuki Mioda’s Former Band Member) This Demon used to be part of a music club.  Likes cherries and pop music but doesn’t like trees.  You can lure it out with music but heavy metal makes it mad, so watch out! Demon Name: Akirax Real Name: Akira Saionji (Hiyoko Saionji’s Father) A low-ranking Demon that’s constantly pushed around by the family it married into.  It’s a good one to try new items on.   Demon Name: Sakurax Real Name: Sakura (Mikan Tsumiki’s Pet Butterfly) A magic Demon in the shape of a butterfly.  It’s as weak as its owner but is able to shower poison dust from its wings, so be careful! Demon Name: Yamagatax Real Name: Yamagata Shotaro   (Nekomaru Nidai’s Student) This Demon is really good at a lot of sports, so it doesn’t tire easily.  Its only weakness is a super-secret massage that turns it into jelly.  Seek out the Demon known as the Ultimate Masseur to learn this massage and make the hunt super easy! Demon Name: Chiyokono Real Name: Chiyoko Tanaka (Gundham Tanaka’s Mother) This Demon’s cooking is so terrible, it’ll immediately poison you if you eat it.  It also cries acid tears, so go for the eyes before any come out! Demon Name: Amosfortune Real Name: Amos (Nagito Komaeda’s Pet Dog) A Demon in the shape of a dog.  It may seem nice and friendly but it can curse you with really bad luck!  Hit it with something big and heavy! Demon Name: Yutasaurus Real Name: Yuta Nanami (Chiaki Nanami’s Younger Brother) A game designer Demon that rarely shows itself and is very lazy.  Before you kill it, make it put you in a video game! Demon Name: Natsysumi Real Name: Natsumi Kuzuryu (Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu’s Younger Sister) Calls itself the Ultimate Little Sister.  Is really mean and nasty and from a clan of gangster Demons.  Its weak spot is its head, so hit it quickly before it can fight back! Demon Name: Insectimaid Real Name: Anna Insecticide (Sonia Nevermind’s Maid) A Demon that worked as a maid for the Kingdom of Novoselic.  It always says “At your service, milady.”  Lure it out with chocolate but don’t make it mad by insulting Novoselic or the Nevermind Family! Demon Name: Sakakix Real Name: Sakaki Owari (Akane Owari’s Younger Sister) This Demon is from a family of countless other Demons and will eat anything, including you.  It’s not real smart, though, so there’s no danger in hunting it. Demon Name: Miyatein Real Name: Miyako Soda (Kazuichi Soda’s Older Sister) A pretty and dirty Demon that’s really good at building and fixing stuff.  Make it build you toys and other stuff before you kill it, but watch out for its special attack: hitting you on the head and saying “Idiot.” Demon Name: Mozumaru Real Name: Mozu Hinata (Hajime Hinata’s Mother) This Demon is looking for its son, so lure it out with a picture or something.  Use the right one to break its spirit completely!

[squishysvt]

Best Friend! Yuta

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N i havent posted in like 5 years and i have no excuse and this wasnt even requested but there is an extreme lack of yuta content and i decided to make it myself smh ANYWAYS i liked writing this a lot and feedback is encouraged!!! lov u lil squishies muah <33 -Admin Madi

ALSO this was inspired by this post from @xuxi-rolls and this post from @youaremychwingum which are both amazingly cute blogs and people so go check them out!

Backstory first! You two met in the 3rd grade when he was deep in his anime phase and you were obsessed with collecting erasers that were shaped like weird things such as lipstick tubes and paintbrushes

Yuta stole the paintbrush one and started using it like a sword like a character from his fav anime and boy when you saw him do that were you were like “im gonna do it. Im gonna kill him”

You literally stomped your lil sketcher clad feet over to his desk and YANKED that shit from his chubby fingers with zero remorse

And he started crying and you felt bad and were like “well fine you can have it i guess”

And he immediately stops his FAKE crying bc hes a snake and sticks his tongue out at you as he snatches the eraser back

And you went into full Attack Mode and you two got into a small fist fight and the teacher had to break it up it was nasty

Anyways after you two went through the next year having some major beef, yuta apologised bc he’s a gentleman and even bought you a new eraser!

It was shaped like a dinosaur and you loved it so much that you instantly forgave him bc you didnt have an eraser in that shape yet!!

And he was beaming after seeing ur face light up like that and proudly pulled a matching dino eraser from his back pocket and was like “we match!! We can be best friends now!”

And you Loved that idea you were like yes okay first order of business: more erasers

Anyways you two just instantly clicked bc ur sense of humor was v v similar and life became so much more enjoyable with having him there to share the experience with you

Throughout ur many years of friendship, Yuta had always wanted nothing more than for your friendship to be comfortable, honest and loving

You’re the one that he rants to, gushes to and confides to so your friendship to him is so precious

And as you grew older and gained more freedom, both of you started to do more things outside of school like go on late night drives, go to the movies, amusements parks and out to eat every other day

And it became natural and routinely that going days without one another felt weird??

And you and yuta have discussed the idea of maybe you two being soul mates, but in a completely platonic way

Like you were two halves meant to come together

And yuta liked to reinforce this idea bc when it comes to being lovers, you shouldn’t be looking for your other half, but rather looking for the person who already makes you feel whole

And so when y’all graduated from high school you immediately got an apartment together!

It’s definitely not very fancy or anything since you both only had part time jobs here and there during the school years and summers, but it’s better than nothing!

And although yuta and you are similar, your styles are where you really begin to differ

While he wants to have pictures of mountains and gardens hanging on the living room walls, you would rather have mirrors shaped like suns and fairy lights behind the couch

And obviously after some friendly banter, you come to an agreement that a painting of pretty outside scenery at night would look great with some fairy lights to compliment it!!

And so your apartment quickly becomes a mesh of your style with his and it’s oddly nice?? Like who would’ve thought that yuta’s knick knacks from japan would look so cute next to your family photos

It’s a two bedroom apartment but you both end up sleeping on the couch in a heap more often than you’d like to admit

You’re both in uni doing ur own things so when its time to come home and relax, you’ll find yourself curled up next to him on the couch with your laptop open and writing a paper while he’s munching on some snacks and watching a game of soccer he missed bc of classes

And you’ll quickly fall asleep bc papers are boring!! And yuta doesnt want to move bc your laying on him and doesnt want to disturb you so he’ll just quietly cheer to himself when his team scores and eventually falls asleep

But sometimes he has no problem lightly shoving you off and going to his own bed bc the couch isnt really that comfortable and hurts his back after awhile, but he brings your duvet out so its more comfortable for you at least

And although you two are pretty much joint at the hip, your bedrooms are private from one another

Like its nice being with yuta, but its also very important that you have time to yourself and so neither of you are intrusive when the other person is in their room with the door shut

If either of you need anything you’ll just shoot each other a text or quietly knock on the door rather than just barging in which is something that both of you really appreciate

And you obviously have other friends besides yuta that you love dearly! And you make sure that you get to see them often and that yuta goes out with his friends too bc its easy to get sick of each other no matter how much you love one another

And this makes for your friendship to be healthy! Which is like, the most important thing bc being your own person is important and having close relationships/friendships is also important! But its easy to get too attached and end up hurting yourself down the road

And yuta is aware of this as well and so it makes things a lot easier bc he knows when you need your space and when to distance himself if he needs it too

But living with yuta is a lot of fun!

He likes to cook sometimes so you’ll always have a full tummy with yuta around!! And if he's not in the mood for slaving over the stove, he’ll just make some instant noodles and call it a day

He really tries to make as many traditional japanese dishes as he can so he can have a slice of his home whenever he’s feeling down, and he just really enjoys sharing that part of his life with you too

Undoubtedly his favorite part is when he gets to hand feed you with a spoon and witness the look on your face as you chew bc it’s really rewarding for him

Sometimes your schedules kind of clash on days so whenever he’s home and you’re in class, he’ll make food for himself and leave you tupperware containers of food in the fridge for you to heat up when you get back bc he knows you’ll just crash and not eat which is really bad

And yuta cares about ur health!!! He’s attentive as heck!!

But you’ll do the same thing for him, and even if you aren't a world renowned chef, you’ll lay cash on the counter for him to call in a pizza or something quick

If you know he’s been craving something then you’ll leave the number for the place next to the money you leave so it makes ordering a bit easier for him!

Also, yuta is very organized! Sometimes he’ll throw his jacket here and there or have some things where they shouldn’t be, but yuta really likes having a clean and tidy apartment!

He hates doing the dishes, but he’ll literally do anything else

He likes to vacuum for some reason you dont know but you’re like okay have at it! One less thing i gotta do! And he’s really happy once he’s done bc BAM you have clean floors

And you’ll just be sarcastic about it but in a loving way and he laps that shit up bc sarcasm!!! His second language <333

You two have a nightly routine that ensues when neither of you are busy the next day so  you’ll watch a movie on netflix you’ve been eyeing together and crash

Sometimes when yuta gets home on these nights you’ll still be in the shower or getting ready for bed, and yuta will come in and sit on the counter and you’ll talk about your day and just chill while shampooing ur hair (which yuta is obsessed with btw..he loves touching and playing with it)

But he’ll just be there,,listening closely and telling you about his own day while drawing squiggly images on the mirror like hearts and stick figures holding hands (its always you and him, but when you ask, he insists its him and winwin)

And you laugh bc boy does ur bff ever have a massive crush on sicheng!!

But yuta is just cute and likes your platonicness with him

Bc he really does love you! People often ask you two if you’re dating and you can see why people would ask that bc you and yuta are super close, but it’s also kind of an odd thought to both of you bc yeah you love each other but,,,not as lovers

And so you’ll laugh it off and talk about it afterwards bc you really cant see each other in that light because you tried dating in high school and it just felt kind of weird

Yuta loves to tease and joke around with you, sometimes be a little (read; lot) sarcastic with his jokes but he really does care about u and thats how he shows his affection!!

He’ll hold ur hand when ur out at the grocery store or shopping together and likes to pat your head and plays with your ears but thats about it for physical affection!

You’re emotionally bonded more so than physically which is not a bad thing uwu

Yuta finds it kind of hard to openly joke around to the same extent with others as he does to you and knowing this makes you feel really special

Like yeah!! Thats right!!! Im his best friend!!

Yuta also LOVES to dance with you

It doesn’t matter if it’s serious or not, he will not hesitate to pull you up onto ur feet and have you dancing with him

ESP to sistars shake it! Y’all have so much fun when that song comes on

At first this was embarrassing but then yuta would just NOT stop shaking his butt so you were like oh well lets both look cutely dumb i guess

And you’ll get noise complaints a lot bc the walls are thin and you’re moving around, creating a lot of noise and you feel especially bad when this is all happening at like,,,3am

Anyways you live kind of a fast pace life so whenever you gotta be somewhere you kinda fly out the door with ur feet shoved into ur shoes with the backs down and yuta will silently come behind you and remind you to slow down and will bend down and personally make sure they’re on properly so you don’t trip and die

It annoys him sometimes bc you should be taking better care of yourself and he’s not always going to be there to look after you and that worries him!!!

To allow him to sleep a little better at night, he bought you slide on shoes that you can easily shove on and fly out the door so he won’t have a heart attack at the thought of you falling down some stairs due to the hastiness of which you put your sneakers on improperly

And he’s also the one who is like “hey its been a couple of months so i bought you a new toothbrush bc dental hygiene is important” and you’re like “okay nice i just bought some new toothpaste on sale the other day, it’s minty so i think you’ll like it”

And this is how you two co-exist in ur shitty lil apartment

Yuta is also into soccer so you always make sure to go and support him at his games! Even if they’re just practices or whatnot, you’ll always be on the bleachers cheering for him!

Which yuta LOVES because he’ll point you out to his teammates and be like “thats my best friend, ugly, right?” and they’ll just laugh bc of his teasing and they can tell you two really get along

And yuta is uwu x100 at this

Anyways yuta likes to show off and do fancy tricks like sliding on the grass to get the ball and he’s all dirty when you get back to ur apartment together and you wont let him touch anything bc that means more cleaning which neither of u have the energy for

So you’ll basically make him take VERY large and wide steps towards the bathroom so he can shower and leave minimal dirt behind as he does so

And then he’ll come out of the shower with wet hair and clean up the tracks he left with a paper towel but he’ll go in circles for a good 30 seconds wiping up dirt and then water from his wet hair

And you’ll observe him and laugh for a bit before you’ll drape a fluffy towel over his head and he’ll pretend to be scared and ask who turned off the lights

To which you nudge him and call him a dork, but when he takes the towel off and get to look at his face, you tell him he did a great job at the game and his eyes will change from playful teasing to filled with genuine love in .5 seconds and he’ll instantly wrap you in his arms

And you’ll find warmth in his embrace and wonder why he smells so good and then you’ll realize he’s using your shampoo

You’re like okay well, sigh, whatever its okay bc hes cute i guess so we can share

And then yuta will pull away, give your head an affectionate pat and go work on a paper or something due for school

Which you both do a lot of late night paper writing sessions and so when he tells you he’s retreating to his room for the night you’ll go and cut up some fruit and gather some snacks he likes and bring them to him before he becomes too absorbed in schoolwork

And he does the same to you except he brings you a lot of water since its “important to stay hydrated~!” and will cover you in his favorite blanket bc he claims it “helps you write better papers”

And you arent allowed to refuse bc one time you tried to and yuta was like “okay well i guess i’ll be moving out then” and you’re like okay i know you’re joking but its hot in here i dont want to have a blanket on me

And yuta starts to dramatically pick things off of shelves until he’s saying things like “i’ll be out by morning since im not appreciated” and you’re rolling your eyes so hard you think they’ll go to the back of your head but its like okay fine thank you for your magic blanket houdini

Yuta just winks at you and does a theatrical bow before putting everything back and leaving you to write your magical paper

ANYWAYS thats what most nights are like, full of playful banter and fun talks

You also both THRIVE off the dollar store which is literally everything bc you two get so excited going in there!

They have everything so its like?? This place is my Second Home and i Love it Dearly

And yuta likes to buy candy there since its so cheap and one time when you were looking for a new broom, he wanders off and comes back with his hands behind his back and is like “guess what i found!!!”

And this is nothing new because yuta gets excited about the cutest things so you’re like “gum?”

And his smile gets all wide and bright like i KNOW you know the one im talking about, it’s literally kept me alive for the past 18 years

And he’ll bring his hands out and WOW ARE THOSE ERASERS THAT ARE SHAPED AS SMALL ORDINARY OBJECTS??

And you just want to CRY bc thats literally the sole being of your friendship in his HANDS!

Yuta is proud as heck and buys two matching ones for you two and they’re of paintbrushes in honor of the one he snatched in the third grade!

Which makes your heart so happy and content

But thats the effect yuta has on you! Someone who always manages to have you smiling and happy with life

But he does end up buying candy bc its basically your duty as a human to buy some expired candy from the local dollar store

And yuta really loves the flavor blue raspberry, esp if its sour and he finds a bag of sour jolly ranchers and goes nuts

And he picks out and religiously eats only the blue ones, a red one makes the cut here and there, but you’re like?? Yuta?? Can i atleast have ONE? And he rarely ever shares but its like okay whatever enjoy your cavities heathen

And you’ll clown the shit out of him bc his tongue is blue, his teeth are blue and the area around his mouth is blue and you cant just let that pass

And he’ll laugh when you try and come up with palpable things to call him, and when you’re both giggling uncontrollably, he’ll try to kiss your cheek bc he’s all sticky and he knows that would drive you mad

And its the same with his fingers bc theyre all blue and sticky too and he’ll hold your hand so hard that your fingers stick together and youre like yuta!!!! But you really secretly enjoy it

And then you’ll go home with bags full of god knows what and struggle to find places for everything but its okay bc the memories that come with the plastic bags and erasers from your childhood remind you why you love yuta as much as you do

Can you tell i love yuta yet or is this au too vague <3333

[jaeminlore]

werewolf!sicheng

here we go w the next monster in the monct house

the way sicheng appeared is a bit of a sad tail tale tbh

so as a werewolf, sicheng was a part of a pack deep in the woods behind monct’s house

he didn’t even know it was there tbh

in case this isn’t obvious,,, sicheng is the runt of his pack

and he basically gets picked on all the time especially by the alfa and the beta of the pack

like they make everything extra hard on him and basically scold him when he can’t do the impossible

and one day sicheng has just had enough like he’s terrified that his own pack members are going to go too far with their punishments and actually kill him

he used to be afraid of running away bc he knew that he would be officially classified as a rogue and his scent wouldn’t belong to any pack

he’d be on his own,,,, and treading back into any kind of pack territory would be an immediate death sentence

and he’s scared and alone,, but he knows this is what he has to do

a pack is supposed to be a family,,, and sicheng only feels like a prisoner

so one night he darts off

he’s the quickest werewolf in his pack, so this works in his favor

OH wait let’s describe the wv: werewolf visuals for a moment shall we

okay you know during johnny’s communication center when winwin looks super duper soft and his hair is that pretty shade of copper brown i know y'all sleep on his visuals but you have to remember look

bc when sicheng transforms into his wolf version, his fur is that same soft copper and his eyes are still big and curious to the world

and he’s limber, both as a wolf and as a human

but he isn’t the slyest,,,, and within ten minutes of running he can already hear his alfa howling from the pack headquarters

it’s threatening and scary and maybe ten minutes is a good head start in human speed but as a werewolf sicheng is doomed if he doesn’t find a hiding place quick

he darts to the left until he sees a light,,,,,, which he realizes is a human house

and…….. tbh………. he’s never seen a human before like he’s heard a bunch of legends about how they’re scary creatures who poke monsters w pitchforks and light werewolf homes on fire

so he’s highkey terrified to go anywhere near the house

but he needs to hide, so he squeezes through the doggy door in the back door of the house

and he panics once he’s in the house bc he can sniff humans and he’s terrified of them finding him so he runs up the stairs,,, into the first room he can find,,,, and he crawls under the bed

and he’s just hoping all the werewolves in his pack won’t come into the house,,, but he knows they can smell him,,,,,

so hesitantly he creeps out from under the bed and looks around for any kind of cologne or perfume

his eyes finally catch on an entire perfume shelf lol like whoever owns this room must collect them for the aesthetic or smth

sicheng just thinks he’s lucky

he transforms back into his human form and like grabs the vials,,,,, and just pours them all over his body,,,,,, and then he pours the rest into the carpet, transforms back into his wolf form,,,,, and rolls around in it to mask his natural scent

this is how you find him LOL

you had just gotten back from your classes and you can smell the absolute floral and fruity storm wafting from your room

and you walk in to see a wolf rolling around in spilled perfume

and tbh you’re a bit startled at first, but you’re even more startled when the wolf notices you and retreats to the corner of your room, its tail between its legs

“hey,,, doggo,,,, idk how you got in here but would you like some food? my moms got a whole t-bone steak in the freezer that i kinda don’t want to cook up so,,,, you can have it if you want”

and the wolf kind of cocks his head to the side as if it’s confused,,,,,,, and before your eyes the wolf forms into a boy,,, a rlly cute boy that is

and he pulls his knees up to his chest like “aren’t you going to poke me w a pitchfork for stealing your perfume?”

you kind of shrug like “look my grandma gets me new perfume every year for my birthday and christmas so i’m just glad they’re finally getting some use.”

“oh” and his voice is so soft and low like he geuinely looks scared of you,,,,, he keeps discreetly checking you out through his eyelashes, only to duck down when you make eye contact w him

“why’d you put it all on anyway?”

nd v v quietly and slowly, sicheng explains how he is a werewolf running away from an abusive pack,,,, and he’s afraid of being caught

and youre like dude!! don’t worry abt it let’s get you cleaned up and fed before i call some friends

so while sicheng takes a bath and gets all the dirt, grime, and fragrance off of him,,,, you call up human!doyoung,, who you know from university

“yo don’t you live at that monster house? can you take one more?”

doyoung agrees to set up a sleeping place for yet another monster

so when sicheng comes out of the bath, freshly clothed in an oversized sweater and some sweatpants you found, you grab his hand like “i found you a place to live!”

and he’s lowkey not rlly excited like he’s already met enough new people for one day thank you very much

but you’re persistent that these people will help him a lot more than you ever could

and you lowkey can’t have a boy at your house when your parents come home it just won’t end well

so sicheng agrees and you drop him off at the monct house

and the first to welcome him is zombie!yuta, who smells like a mix of rotting flesh and honey, and witch!mark, who is excited to meet his new roommate

and sicheng is pretty closed off for the first few days like he accepts the food doyoung slides under his door and then he sleeps the rest of the time

now listen,,,,, around the full moon,,,,, werewolves are forced to transform to like their top physical wolf form

and it isn’t like the soft wolves in the forest,,,, it’s like those creepy walking wolf creatures with elongated spines and long nails

and it hurts a lot,,,, but it can also make sicheng rlly horrible for the night like every wolf gets bloodthirsty and violent and just wants to kill

sicheng warns the rest of the boys abt this and they agree to lock him in a spare bedroom for the night

and none of them can sleep during the night bc sicheng is howling and whimpering and he sounds like he’s in so much pain

mark leaves in the middle of the night to his room to “work on something”

and shapeshifter!jaemin,, after nearly biting off his lower lip in worry, finally transforms into a puppy and toddles over to the bedroom to peak under the crack in the door

he barks for a bit,,,,,,, and it’s like the wolf in sicheng felt a bit of comfort

like wolves are pack creatures and can get super lonely, alright,,,, and sicheng’s been lonely his entire life like he’s never ever been comforted by anything or anyone before

and the rest of nct take after jaemin’s lead,,, like forest fairy!jeno does what he can to try and make passion flowers (which have been proven to calm a dog’s seperation anxiety) grow under the door

witch!mark comes out of his bedroom w a few potion vials under his arm and soot in his hair “i made some healing and sleeping potions for as soon as he’s out of there”

and doyoung calls you bc well,,, you knew sicheng first and he feels it’s important you know what’s happening

but when you get there they seem to have it under control

ghost!jaehyun slides through the walls every hour to update everyone on sicheng’s condition,,, and the worn out werewolf has fallen asleep to the sounds of jaemin speaking puppy talk to him and the sweet scent of the calming plants jeno keeps growing out of nervousness

the next day when sicheng comes out everyone is babying him hardcore

like vampire!taeil wraps a wool blanket around his shoulders and imp!chenle and imp!jisung decided to refrain from unscrewing the salt jar, just so sicheng could have a peaceful morning, and witch!mark is shoving potions down sicheng’s throat

even swamp monster!taeyong becomes motherly w his water bottles reminding sicheng to stay hydrated after his long night!!!!

and sicheng just starts crying???

invisible man!ten is like what did we do what did we do taeiL YOU MADE HIM CRY

but sicheng can only shake his head like “i’m not upset,,, i’m happy”

you dump an entire steak meal in front of him like eat this while you talk you need strength

but all of nct are waiting for an explanation

so sicheng just opens up abt his previous pack and how mean they were for no reason,,,, and he lifts his shirt to show everyone all the scars he has from their cruel punishments

and he looks at you, who nods for him to keep talking,,,,,, and sicheng finally looks at the rest of monct like

“you guys have shown me what a true pack is,,,, i’ve never felt this loved and safe,,,, thank you,,,”

and now it’s an entire monster crying fest like you write your number down on a note and leave it for sicheng before getting the heck out of there

bc when taeyong cries it’s like a mini flood and no one wants to be ankle-deep in that swamp water if they can help it

but everyone is so touched they can’t help it???

IT’S A GROUP HUG

and after that sicheng is a lot less quiet around the boys and you

he helps cook and clean and sometimes gets caught chasing his tail when he’s bored

jaemin still transforms into a puppy whenever he wants just so wolf!sicheng has someone to run around with

and sicheng doesn’t call you bc he has no idea how to use a phone

taeil helps him w a lot of stuff like that

yuta tried to teach sicheng how to flirt but that rlly didn’t turn out great

turns out sicheng can’t flirt at all and has no idea how to act on a date like your first date consists of food cooked by taeil and then a nap on the couch

10 outta 10 really you thought it was great

so yeah sicheng is still learning some stuff

but he learns rlly fast and his savagery skills even outdid the dreamies after he practiced a bit

he’s a great edition to the house

except when he transforms into a wolf and sits on the couch,,, he sheds everywhere and doyoung will not hesitate to chase him w a vacuum cleaner

yeah,,, and also,,,, after a few months sicheng stopped being able to smell his old pack,,,, so they must’ve left the woods to find a warmer home for winter

sicheng is so releaved and happy

he finally has a home and friends who love him and a person he highkey already has his heart he just doesn’t quite know what that means yet

so yeah,,, that’s werewolf!sicheng !!

this was fun to write! sorry there wasn’t much sicheng x reader! anyway, part of the collab w @trickortaeil ♥️

[lil-nct-scenarios-11]

NCT- A Strange Mystery || Gang AU- part 2

Group: NCT- all members

Theme: Gang AU

Type: series- fluff + angst

*Warning- this series will cover some dark themes such as abuse, drugs, and crude language so please read at your own discretion, if these themes make you uncomfortable at all, please do not read this 

Plot: You can’t figure out why Renjun won’t say anything about Jaemin but you meet and make a bunch of friends today through Jeno yet you’re still puzzled as ever about what happened to Jaemin.

Previous parts: 1

“Mark hyung did this.”

That line kept replaying in your head when you went home and when you got ready for school the next morning. Who was Mark and why on earth would he ever hurt Jaemin? Why would anyone ever hurt someone like Jaemin or anyone else for that matter? Sure this was only your first day here but still, you were sure there was something strange going on in this odd neighborhood. Something was definitely off and the atmosphere felt really tense, which was quite unusual.  You always liked to read mystery books but you never really wanted to a part of one yourself. This mystery, what ever is going on, you will find out, even if you don't like the answer.

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You rush to school since you knew Renjun would be early, he always is. You want to ask him about Jaemin and to hopefully get some answers. You have Renjun’s number so you could’ve called him last night if you really wanted to but you decided it would be better to just ask him in person. So you make your way past the students in the hallway and catch Renjun right before he enters the class.

“Hey! Renjun!” you call out breathlessly, stopping to pant when you finally reach him, resting your hands on your kneecaps.

“Hey Y/N, good morning. You rush over here or something, why are you out of breath?” he questions, bending a bit to look at you.

You stand straight and move your hands to rest on top of your head as you answer in the same tone as earlier, “Yea, I wanted to talk to you that’s why. I think it’ll be better if we go somewhere more quiet to talk about this, is that alright?

“Yeah that's ok. Follow me, I know just the place,” he answers as he waves to indicate to follow him. He takes you away from the crowded hallways and leads you down by an empty path towards the back of the school. The weather was much cooler today thankfully, so you sat on a worn-out bench and face Renjun, thinking of how to approach the topic.

“How’s Jaemin?” you just blurt, your voice cracking awkwardly.

“Oh,” his usual cheery expression turns bitter. “Um, he’ll be ok. Yeah, he’s uh, just special and ‘certain’ people treat him very differently so he’s used to that. Just don’t worry about him, he doesn’t want anyone to really know about his situation so just try to forget that, ok? Oh um, we should probably just head back since class will start in a bit,” he says somberly, his tone sounding really stiff.

You nod and just quietly follow him back to class. You figure he’s probably hiding something to protect Jaemin’s privacy because even though you’ve known Renjun for a long time, you did just meet Jaemin yesterday so you get it.

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You hold onto a tray with crappy cafeteria food and make your way towards the condiment table. After grabbing some ketchup, you turn around to look for an empty seat to sit and eat but instead, you bump into someone. Or rather, two someones.

“Opps. Oh gosh, I’m so sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going,” you apologize looking up to see the two boys you accidently bumped into.

“Yeah, you better be sorry punk! You just spoiled my new shirt,” a boy with reddish-purple hair exclaims.

“You’re the new kid too aren’t you? Oh you’re gunna be sorry for bumping into us,” the second boy threatens but his cute-angry appearance made you chuckle.

“It’s only day 2, how do you know I’m the new one here?” you ask in disbelief.

“First of all, you just admitted it just now,” the first boy starts.

“Secondly, no one moves here, they move out,” the second boy finishes.

“Well I’ll have you know-” you start, pointing your finger at them.

“Y/N? Haha why do you have ketchup on your shirt?” Jeno asks playfully with a slight hint of concern.

“Oh um I-” you begin before getting cut off again.

“He/she was being rude and bumped into us!” the blond boy accuses, pointing his finger at you.

“Yup! This newbie had the nerve,” the tan one scoffs.

“Guys, calm down. This is Y/N, he/she is our English class Haechan,” Jeno explains calmly.

“Well how am I supposed to remember that! It’s only day 2, give me a break, gosh,” the tan one, Haechan grumbles.

“Haha, Y/N would you like to join us for lunch?” Jeno offers politely with a smile.

“Uhh, sure,” you accept. “Lemme just go get some ketchup since I can’t eat off the one splattered on my shirt.”

“That’s fine and Chenle will grab some more napkins,” Jeno states, looking over at Chenle.

“Um excuse me hyung. I don’t think you understand, you see, he/she bumped into us so shouldn’t he/she be the one grabbing the napkins,” Chenle suggests.

“Nope. Because I’m sure Y/N doesn’t care if Yuta hyung finds out that you were the one who broke Ten hyung’s stereo player on purpose,” Jeno puts in.

“Well I was just doing him a favor because its 2017, what’s he still doing with a stereo player. That’s sooo 2007,” Chenle drags out, rolling his eyes.

“Just go get the damn napkins Chenle,” Jeno commands.

Haechan snickers and Jeno turns his head towards him to say, “And would you like me to tell Taeyong hyung that cut you Taeil hyung’s favorite pair of underwear?”

Haechan just shakes his head and goes after Chenle quickly. You burst into laughter, “Dang Jeno, you have a lot of dirt on them, huh?”

“Yup, it pays off to be the good one where we come from,” Jeno chuckles.

“Oh, and where’s that,” you inquire.

“I’ll show you one day but right now let’s eat,” he replies just as the troublesome duo comes back.

“It’s only day 2 and you’re already causing us so much trouble,” Haechan grumbles under his breath.

“HUH? Do you want me to-” Jeno starts.

“Yes, we want you to shut up, thank you very much,” Chenle cuts in.

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You walk briskly towards the library to meet Renjun after school since he asked after English class was over. You smile when you see him laying down on the bench where you two met up the previous day.

“Hey there,” you say cheerfully as you tilt your head to greet him.

He groans as he sits up, “Hey Y/N. Did you have a good day today?”

“Yeah, actually I did. I think I made some new friends, do you know Jeno from English? Anyways I bumped into his friends and -”

“Renjun!” you hear someone angrily bark.

You jerk in surprise and turn to face who was calling out for your beloved friend today. There was guy with soft brown hair but his expression was anything but soft. If he wasn’t so angry at the moment then you would’ve complimented his baby-like appearance but that wasn’t the case today or ever if this was his personality.

“Yes, Mark hyung?” Renjun asks boredly, trying to stifle a yawn.

             “Mark hyung did this.”

You stand up suddenly with your fist clenched and your blood boiling as you ask, “You’re ‘Mark hyung’ aren’t you? The same ‘Mark hyung’ who hurt Jaemin yesterday?” You march up right toward him and throw a firm punch to his jaw and the throbbing being silenced by the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“What the-” Mark hisses.

Renjun gets to his feet and pulls you back, “Mark hyung, he/she misunderstood. He/she doesn’t know the truth, let me explain-” he blubbered desperately.

“Good, you’ll explain at home,” Mark growls, roughly grabbing Renjun’s hand. “Say bye to your little friend, actually no. Save your words for Johnny hyung.” Mark smirks sinisterly while Renjun looks at you apologetically.

You just stand there, eyes wide in shock as Renjun gets dragged away hopelessly.

‘What the fuck is going on here? I don’t understand why Renjun has ‘friends’ like this. I just don’t understand any of this’

You sigh loudly and hastily grab your backpack to just head home, which was the opposite direction that Renjun was dragged off to. It was obvious you were on the ‘good’ side of town because of the fancy cars and ‘perfect’ families and just good everything. But you knew damn well behind all those closed glossy doors was where the perfection stopped and was arguably worse than beat-up side of town.

A block away from your small house you hear loud and very familiar laughter that sounded like dolphins. There was only one person in this world who had that laugh-

“Oh gosh it’s Y/N! Shh stop laughing, I don't want him/her to notice us,” you hear Haechan doing a poor job of keeping his comment quiet.

Reluctantly you turn your head only to see Haechan pulling Chenle to hide behind a bush and Jeno just standing there with a wide smile and wave. You awkwardly wave back and give him a look that has confusion written all over it.

“Hey Y/N, you walking home?” Jeno asks dumbly.

“Uh yea?” you reply obviously.

“Oh Y/N! Hey we didn't see you, how are you doing?” Haechan asks feignly with a fake smile on full display as he pokes his head out.

You chuckle to yourself as you think, ‘What a place and the people are just golden here aren’t they?’ 

You give him the same fake smile he gave you and say with artificial energy, “I’m splendid, how are you two doing there behind the bush?”

“Okay um, I know you three don't get along-”

“You say the least”, Chenle adds in with a scoff.

“-yet. But would you like to come with us Y/N, we’re going to a buddy’s house and I can assure you that these two will not  bother you at all-”

“Yeah we’ll just pretend we got to the point where we already killed you,” Haechan explains.

“-so what do you say?” Jeno finally completes.

“Jeno! Did you not just hear them? They are already planning my murder-”

“We never said it was gunna be ‘murder’ per say but that’s a good suggestion,” Chenle points out as he strokes his chin.

“- see?” you point. “But sure what the heck, I’ll just join you,” you give in.

“Cool, let’s continue on this path then,” Jeno leads as he puts his hands in his pockets and kicks a pebble off the sidewalk.

Behind you Chenle and Haechan throw their heads back in frustration and groan, clearly upset that you decided to come along.

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“YUTA!!!! WHERE THE HELL DID YOU KEEP MY FEBREZE!! I SWEAR IF IT DOESN’T SHOW UP IN .5 SECONDS, YOU WON’T BE ALIVE IN .2 SECONDS!!!!” you hear the moment Jeno opens up the door with a cherished smile.

“Who ever Yuta is, he sounded like a great person, it’s too bad I came too late to meet him,” you say to Jeno as you wipe away a fake tear.

Jeno laughs wholeheartedly as you step into a very busy house with an angry pink-haired man shouting Yuta’s name, Chenle and Haechan already arguing over which video game to play, two people passed out on the couch, and one person sitting on the table calmly doing homework or something.

“Ah dear Taeyong, you need not to worry. You see um, its-” a brunette starts, flashing a sterling smile.

“Ah kiddos! How was your day at school today? Make sure you eat, I made some tuna sandwich. And hi there, who are you? I am Taeyong and this is my boyfriend, Yuta” the pink-haired dude asks in the most mom-like tone as he comes over and shakes your hand. “Make sure you eat too kid, there’s plenty of sandwiches for everyone. Ok now back to you, where did you say you put it?” Taeyong takes his attention off you as he turns to grill Yuta.

Jeno laughs again, “Sorry about that, he always talks that fast. If you stay ‘til dinner then you’ll be able meet the gang properly but for now do you want a sandwich?”

“Sure. Wait you said ‘gang’, are you guys like really a gang or-”

“Oh no. Haha we’re not really a gang, I was just saying it like that. Gangs only happen in movies or whatever but we’re all just together just because, ya know. Ok let’s go grab those sandwiches.”

_______

Meanwhile, Renjun gets dragged home by Mark who never loosened his death grip on his wrist. Mark opens the door dramatically and throws Renjun on the floor, near someone’s feet. The house was cold, dark, and very quiet. Everyone was home but it seemed so lifeless yet it was home unfortunately.

A tall, demeaning figure with blue-ish black hair stares down at Renjun as he talks to Mark, “Well? What happened today? Oh, what happened to my baby?Come here, who did this to you Mark?”

“It was this punk’s friend, he/she thought I did something to Jaemin, like I would ever touch that vermin. Anyways, this one is tryna hang out with the newbie and its just disgusting honestly. I had to go out of my way to go find him because he wasn’t at our usual spot and when I finally find him, this bitch comes up to me and -”

“Don’t call him/her a bitch!” Renjun retaliates.

“Shut up! Mark isn’t finished, you should know your place,” Johnny barks at Renjun. “I’m sorry baby, you can continue.”

“Where was I? Oh yea, so this ‘bitch’,” Mark turns to look at Renjun as he air-quotes, “came up to me and punched me right on my jaw. And I didn’t even do anything Johnny hyung, I was just tryna pick him up and this is what I get, a punch. Johnny hyung I don't know what I did to deserve this,” Mark starts to cry into his hands and Johnny pulls him close and soothes him.

“Shh Mark, it’s ok, its not your fault baby. I’ll make sure that gets taken care of ok, but first let's take care of the bruise on my baby’s face. Jaemin! Grab an ice pack for Mark!” Johnny hollers as he holds Mark.

A few moments later, Jaemin arrives with the ice pack and gives to Johnny. There was just a small red welt on Mark’s jaw but it was nothing compared to what Jaemin looked like. Jaemin has bruises littering his whole body, a busted lip, and he looks so frail and weak. Renjun just looks at him with pity and sorrow, feeling so terrible for him because he knows deep down that this will be Jaemin’s fate for as long everyone is together. Suddenly Jaemin collapses onto the floor and Renjun rushes to his side but Johnny tells him to stand back.

Renjun pulls Jaemin onto his lap and looks directly into Johnny’s cold eyes, “I’ll make sure you pay for this one day. And one day soon because I’ll be bringing my friend over here tomorrow.”

“Aww how cute, you actually think you actually have a friend-”

“I do! I’ve known him/her longer than I’ve known a monster like you!”

“You think I actually care about that! You’re gunna be sorry for talking to me like that and ‘befriending’ somebody who laid their hand on my precious Mark.”

Renjun just smirks, “Make me.”

Part 3

*oh snappppp

*what do you guys think? First tell me if everything makes sense bc I wanna know you guys are gud then I can make u not so gud ya feel

*I feel soo damn bad for doing this to Jaemin and making Johnny and Mark seem like such shallow assholes, I'm soo sorry

*also just to clarify, Mark and Johnny aren't like dating or anything, Johnny literally just thinks of Mark as a baby like irl

*Ok so tell me if u enjoy it, leave a comment or an ask or something I really wanna know if its interesting or not