#jaebum supernatural au

[moccahobi]

Buried Truths [Chapter 3]

Summery: A Jackson Wang party. Normally you wouldn’t touch it with a ten foot pole. Tonight though, you were going to help your best friend, Youngjae, confess to his long term crush. He would be leaving the party tonight with a date. You didn’t expect to be forced to spend time with people you never wanted to see again. Oh, how many secrets would be revealed tonight?

Pairing: Youngjae x Jaeboem, Acesexual!Reader x Jinyoung (somewhat?)

Rating: 17+

Series warnings: gore, mildly toxic actions

Word Count:  6.7k

Genre: Supernatural AU, horror, angst, alcohol

A/N: Whoot! This has been my first finished series in a while! I am so thankful to have been able to write it and post it so close together. I hope to have more series and fics up soon (other than AFBTTYA) but also AFBTTYA is my top priority atm and this series took me roughly a year to make. It twas so fun to make though!

A/N2: Thank you so so much to @ssaboala​ for reading this fic over for me! Her comments and assurance helped me so much!

Chapter 2 < Masterlist 

You must’ve played with her for a long while but you don't fully remember. In fact, the next thing you remembered was two people struggling to carry you down the stairs, exhaustion seeping from every pore of your body. You felt like a rag doll limply lolling around as they moved. Pain was simmering in every part of your body and your ankle hurt 100x more than before. 

“Hyung. I understand that you don’t want to break anything… but we need to fucking go. She was… I don’t know. She was saying some strange stuff. Scary stuff. I-” Bambam was one of the people carrying you. He panted as he spoke, struggling to talk and carry you at the same time. 

You should get up… 

“I don’t think it is a concussion. I think it was ghosts! She’s possessed. Saying ‘Appa says I can’t leave’ and other scary nonsensical shit.” 

Yugyeom was the other person carrying you.

Jinyoung, nor Youngjae, nor Jackson came to help you.

You should get up…

“That sounds like we need to worry about head trauma… We need to go.” Jinyoung said, worry evident in his voice… he still cares about you. 

“Permission to break a window now?” Mark asked.

Jackson sighed, “Fine… but let's do one in the kitchen where I can try to claim it was robbers or some shit.” 

You imagine they set out for that, the sound of glass shattering and people continuing to move… but you didn’t lift your head or open your eyes or anything.

You should get up…

You were lifted up and set on a hard surface.

You should get up…

All the sudden, searing pain roared through your body as if someone had lit your nerves on fire, forcing a scream out of you from the sheer pain of it all. You thrashed around, trying by any means to rid yourself of the pain. With a loud THUMP,  you fell on to the floor, sparking another wave of searing pain emanating from your arm. No one could contain you as the scream tore up your vocal chords and the shattered glass ripped your skin open. 

The house was screaming too, shaking some pain off of itself as well. A loud crash came from the main space you were currently as the cabinets rattled angrily. 

People were screaming in fear or pain or anger or something, you couldn’t tell, your ears ringing and mind fuzzy. By the time your body had calmed down again, you were laying on the uneven ground of the main space again. The chair you were sitting in earlier was shattered along with the railing leading up to the second floor. 

Jinyoung was looking at your leg, a worried expression on his face as he examined something. Others were sitting around you, panting and staring worriedly. 

“Will she be ok, hyung?” Bambam asked, wincing as he took a look at your leg.

You groaned and tried to sit up, only for Youngjae to stop you with a shake of his head, “You’ll be ok, Y/n-ah but please rest a bit more until we know how to get out of here. You’re hurt enough as it is.”

Confusion swelled in you at that. Sure, you were sore but hurt? Maybe it made sense with how much pain you were in. You nodded and looked around before speaking, “What happened? What’s wrong with me?”

“Well… I think it’s safe to assume you have a concussion and possibly a broken elbow.” Jinyoung started and sighed, “And I think you have a burn on your ankle… but I am really struggling to believe what I am seeing.”

Your heartbeat picked up as he spoke. What the hell happened?

“It looks like a handprint, noona.” Bambam whispered, his voice shaky and uncertain. You sat up suddenly at that, much to Youngjae’s protest, your world spinning as you did. Holy shit. Jinyoung was probably right about the concussion. 

After a solid two minutes of waiting for the spinning to stop, you were met with a glaring red and puffy handprint staring at you… What the fuck? 

A scream welled up in you as you stared at it but no words came out. You needed to leave asap. Holy shit. Holy shit. This… this wasn’t natural… this wasn’t normal. This wasn’t… this couldn’t be real. 

The angry handprint stole your breath and taunted you, begging you to try to explain whatever the hell happened. You couldn’t though and as you slowly looked around the room, you knew no one else could. They were all as scared as you, maybe more. Somehow, it seemed as if those you’d been closest with still cared for you too… They didn’t need to know you were scared or in pain. This was a reassurance that you could give them.

Stealing all the energy you could, you sighed and shook your head, “It is odd. Luckily, I feel fine,” to further sell the lie, you reached out and touched the irritated skin which throbbed in time with the rest of your body under your touch, “My ankle isn’t even in pain anymore. I promise that I’m fine and this worry won’t help with getting us out so,” You stood up suddenly, sighing and shaking your shoulders as if you were warming up while you waited for your world to stop spinning.

“I don’t trust your promises.” Jinyoung said, eyeing your ankle from where he was sitting on the ground.

His words cut you like a knife, salt being added to the wound as Jackson and Youngjae scoffed and came closer to help support you… which despite your verbal protests, you were thankful for their support. 

“I for one am wanting to believe Y/n-ssi.” Mark cut in his hair tasseled and a small scrape on his face showed that whatever happened earlier had tried to get him too, “I don’t know if you all noticed but whatever the fuck happened a little while ago wasn’t natural. I don’t want to stick around for it any longer. You most definitely need medical attention, Y/n-ssi, but if you think you’re fine for us to start trying to leave, I will believe you. Get me out of here.” 

You looked around at others, Yugyeom looking up at you from where he was laying in the fetal position, his eyes red and wide with hope. Bambam was watching you from a distance, his arms crossed defensively. 

“You k-know what’s happening? A ghost! We are i-in a haunted hou-house! I-” Yugyeom stopped talking suddenly, his quick breaths overpowering his ability to speak. Soon enough, he started hyperventilating and crying, his body shaking violently. 

Pushing through your swirling vision, you went over to him and sat down, talking quietly to him to try to ground him, not even daring to touch Yugyeom. You’d seen enough panic attacks… you had enough panic attacks to know that touching him could have bad effects and by now, he had to ride the wave of his panic attack. At some point while you were trying to comfort Yugyeom, some of the others left the room. Whether it was to give him space or to look for an exit, you didn’t know and didn’t care. The less people, the better.

After maybe ten minutes of Yugyeom riding out his panic attack, he seemed to finally calm down some. His eyes were red and glassy and there was snot running down his face like dog slobber but he was breathing calmer and had even taken a moment to readjust himself to lean into you for comfort. By this point, you were alone with him. Jackson and Jinyoung had left to join the others at some point while you comforted Yugyeom. 

“Thank you.” He croaked out at one point, wiping his snot onto his shirt sleeve as he sat up and looked at you. 

“Of course. I know how horrible they can be.” 

Yugyeom nodded, “Do you have them often?”

“Not any more but I used to have them a few times a day. It was brutal and debilitating.”

“I can imagine. I don’t like this at all.” He said, readjusting his position to be leaning in your lap, “What changed?”

“Leaving the stressful environment I was in… and a lot of therapy.” You laughed at that, “Go once a week and it helps me so much.” 

“Yeah. I am in therapy now… Probably will need to work through today too.” Yugyeom laughed quietly and took a deep sigh.

“Possibly.”

“I hope my therapist believes in ghosts and doesn’t think this is some sort of drugged up dream.” 

You nodded, “I think my therapist would more quickly believe I had a super realistic stress nightmare than that ghosts trapped us in an abandoned house.”

The two of you shared a look and laughed, a small and warm silence hugging you as you shared this intimate moment. Somehow, the house didn’t feel nearly as scary in that moment, the warped shadows weren’t as sharp and daunting and the pain that bound your body felt much lighter. It felt nice to crack jokes about this warped situation and therapy. So often you found yourself struggling to make jokes and somehow Yugyeom was bringing them out naturally. It was a nice change. 

“You know… I don’t think anyone is really mad at you and Jackson hyung hiding being siblings. More so shocked… maybe a little upset but I think they’ll get over it.” 

You stared at him in surprise at the sudden topic change. This wasn’t what you expected to talk about after he had a panic attack… Maybe about the possibility of ghosts or if he was feeling better… but not *this*. 

Nodding slowly, you spoke, “Ok… How about we find everyone else? I think both of us want to leave ASAP.” 

Slowly, you and Yugyeom got up and walked into the kitchen in hopes of finding the others. Despite the possibility of them answering, neither of you called out to others, the silence that was blanketing the house felt like it shouldn’t be broken… Although maybe that was because you and Yugyeom were too tired to walk and speak out. Maybe that was you projecting on him though.

This was the first time you’ve been around Yugyeom so maybe he was used to panic attacks or was able to bounce back and it was only you who struggled so much after them. 

“You’ve calmed down! Glad to see. How are you feeling?” You jumped as someone behind you asked. 

Jinyoung. 

“I am feeling better,” Yugyeom turned to you and bowed, “Thank you so much Y/n-ssi for helping out.” 

Flustered, you nodded soundlessly. Yugyeom was quite the character you were learning. He seemed cool though and you found yourself feeling a little sad that you weren’t friends with him or most of the others in this group. After tonight, they’d all stay a friend group tied closer together from this experience, but you’d be Youngjae’s best friend and Jackson’s little sister that had a blind date with Jinyoung…

Jinyoung. 

You looked over at him, more guilt pooling in your stomach. The date went well. Wonderful even. You just so happened to also realize you were aromantic during it… and instead of responding to his excited texts after that night, you simply ghosted him. Through that, he was still being so kind and caring to you tonight and hadn’t even told anyone about all the bull shit you’ve done to him. 

“Are you ok, Y/n-ssi?” Jinyoung asked, interrupting your guilt spiral.

“Oh. I am fine. Where is everyone?” 

“We’re in the study talking through a plan.”

You nodded, following Yugyeom as he started walking towards the study but before you could leave the room, Jinyoung’s hand was out in front of you. His face was pleading as he looked at Yugyeom walking away and you felt that talking with him for a little was the least you could do for him after everything he’s done for you. Quickly, Yugyeom disappeared from earshot and Jinyoung finally turned to look at you.

“How are you doing?” He asked, his eyes scanned you worriedly and it felt like they were looking deep into your soul.

“I’m doing… I want to leave this place and get medical attention.” 

He nodded, “I take it that you are feeling quite a lot of pain?” 

You nodded, “Physically… and mentally. I… I didn’t expect to see you again.” 

Were you really going to have this conversation right now? 

Maybe now wasn’t the right time… but so much has happened tonight… might as well add another thing to the list. 

Jinyoung looked shocked at his comment, his brows knitting together tightly as he crossed his arms defensively, “I didn’t expect to see you again ever again either. What you did was pretty shitty, you know?”

Nodding, you looked away, “I know. It was super unfair to you. I am sorry.” 

“Why’d you do it?” He looked hurt as he asked, “Did I do something wrong? I kept trying to figure out what happened but I wouldn’t think of anything… I had a lot of fun on our date.” 

You sighed, “I did too. But our date made me realize something and I didn’t know how to share… I just kind of ran and it was super shitty of me. I’m sorry.” 

“So you’ve said. What did you realize?” 

Fuck.

Of course he’d ask… and he deserved to know… even if you struggled to tell Youngjae and hadn’t told anyone else since. He was a good person and deserved to know. 

Closing your eyes, you stole your confidence to speak again, “That I’m aromantic and asexual. It wasn’t you specifically so please don’t take it as our date was so bad or something… I’ve been on a few dates and didn’t feel attraction and I had so much fun with you but still struggled so much to feel any romantic attraction and then, like, after two weeks of struggling to do or say anything I realized that I might be aroace and by then I hadn’t responded to your message in, like, five days and it became harder and harder to--”

Jinyoung’s hand on your arm stopped you, your eyes flying open with shock only to be met with kind misty eyes and a big smile, “Thank you for telling me. It must’ve been hard to say. I am sorry if I put any stress on you tonight by being here.”

“I-- What?” You stared up at him, not fully processing what he had said. 

He… was thanking you and apologizing? 

Why?

You were the one who needed to apologize.

“Fuck. Why do you have to be so kind?!” You whined when your brain fully processed what he’d said.

Jinyoung laughed at that and pulled you into a soft hug, “Have you told many others?”

“Only you and Youngjae… and you’ve not really caused me any stress today, Jinyoung-ssi. You’ve been nothing but kind and any stress I’ve had was caused by my own stupidity to not--” 

“Coming out is hard. Sure I would’ve loved a message but I understand why you didn’t…” He trailed off, worrying his lower lip as he thought over what to say next, “Could we be friends after tonight?”

You smiled at that. Jinyoung was such an amazing person, holy shit.

“I’d love that. Thank you for not being upset.” 

“Of course. Now, let’s get back to the group. I don’t want them to worry about us.” 

Nodding, you followed Jinyoung as he made his way to the study, a musty windowless room full of empty and rotting shelfs. Some people had lit their flashlights and set them throughout the space as they talked quietly. 

“I really think it’s bullshit that there’s a ghost here. That earthquake was a coincidence. Let’s try the window again.” Jaeboem said, running his hand through his hair worriedly as he looked around the room. 

Mark nodded in agreement.

You butt in as you slowly sat down, focusing on your words as your world spun violently, “I mean… I think it could be. I don’t think any of you touched my ankle tonight and yet I have a large ass handprint on it where I swear I felt something grab and pull me down the stairs.” 

“I am sure there’s an explanation for that though. Maybe some odd clothes made the mark or you hit it against something.” Mark said, shaking his head. 

Yugyeom scoffed at that, "I find that highly unlikely. Besides, Y/n-ssi was saying some strange stuff when she was upstairs. Stuff about her father not liking guests in the house. I kind of thought that was some of her homelife slipping out but we’ve met her father before and he’s so kind and doesn’t care about that stuff.”

Your body went cold at Yugyeom’s comment. You barely remembered making it up the stairs… what had you done up there even?

What else did you say? 

Why didn’t you remember any of it?

Jackson nodded at that, “He’s the kindest extrovert I’ve met! Always pushed for her to bring more people over. He’s glad she lives in a dorm now since that gets her out and social more.”

You winced at that, the icy cold feeling gripping you growing as you glanced over at Bambam and Youngjae to catch them looking at you as well… They didn’t seem to be sharing your little secret which is good.

“You also mentioned something about the basement, noona… something about--” 

*MEEEEOOOOOOOOW*

You all looked up to see the same ewok-esque cat as earlier. The same cat that led you to this house and that you followed in. It looked you in the eyes and blinked slowly before turning around and walking away slowly.

Calmness washed over you as you watched it walk and you felt the need to follow it. You didn’t move though and nor did anyone else, everyone seemed frozen as the cat let out another loud *meow* and walked back in. It rubbed against your body, its warmth seeping into you for a second before the cold air hit you again as it stepped away and looked at you expectantly. 

Slowly, you stood up, your eyes glued on the cat as your world vinyetted and head grew fuzzy. It took everything in you to stay standing and then some because when your world came back to you and your brain cleared, Youngjae was holding onto you tightly as you leaned into him. When you looked up at him, he nodded and squeezed you closer to him for a split second before letting go. 

“We should follow them. I think it has something to show us.”

No one said anything, all seemingly too stunned to counter as they slowly got up. The cat walked away, its primordial pouch swaying back and forth as it sauntered away and towards the basement door. 

Were you really going to follow some random cat to try to get out of this house? 

Seems like it. 

Stealing all the confidence you could, you followed the cat as it entered the basement landing. The room felt colder than it had when you were in it earlier tonight and the shadows seemed even more dangerous and scary. You pulled out your phone and turned on your flashlight, thankful that there was still plenty of charge that you could rely on… if only you had cellular service. A dark and overwhelming presence seemed to push down on you at that thought. Suddenly, it didn’t feel likely that the lack of cellular wasn’t due to whatever was in this house.

You didn’t want to go into the basement anymore. Panic rose in your throat as something was telling you that it’d be dangerous to go into the basement. This was a bad idea… a really bad idea… You looked back at the others, pain shooting up your neck as you did. They looked tired and scared, and following a cat into the basement is a very… unreal thing to do but they also looked hopeful… You had to do this for them.

“Do you want help down the stairs, Y/n-ssi?” Mark asked, walking closer to you. 

You nodded. You didn't have the strength to say something as he linked arms with you, the two of you continuing to lead the way into the basement. The stairs felt rickety and unsafe, your legs almost giving out repeatedly as you traversed them.

“Are you feeling ok?” Mark asked quietly as you two neared the basement floor.

“I am doing. Thank you for your help.” You said, somehow finding a small smile growing on your face at his considerateness. 

He nodded, sighing in relief as the two of you made it to the basement floor. Despite being on more solid ground, he didn’t unlink your arms or move away from you, instead looking around the space cautiously as if he was seeing the basement in a different light now. It did look quite different though. The shadows felt harsher, like they might reach out to grab you if you got too close. 

You turned around and watched as everyone made it down the stairs, thankful that everyone was still together. Sighing lightly, you turned around to try to look for the cat again. It led you down here, it better not leave you now. The air seemed electric with tension as you looked around, your eyes straining to see any glow of light that may be the cat’s eyes.

BANG!

Darkness washed over you like a heavy blanket. Someone screamed, though you had no idea who, and as you looked around, you tried to find anyone and anything other than Mark in the thick darkness. You couldn't see anything. After some movement, the basement lit up once again and you saw everyone looking around scared.

Jinyoung had turned on his flashlight and Youngjae was comforting Bambam, who was huddled on the floor shaking. 

“What the fuck happened?” Mark asked, looking around the room as if he could find answers there.

“A draft?” Jaeboem responded, seemingly unsure of what he was even suggesting. 

“I don't think so... It's not been too windy out, and the front door is closed so the draft had to have come from wind inside… which isn't too plausible.” Jackson said with a shake of his head, turning on his own flashlight and walking around a little.

Still no cat to be found. 

Tentatively, you called out for the cat, hoping that it would reveal himself and guide you all a little more. You waited, clinging on to Mark as you looked around, others starting to move around and explore the basement.

Bambam crouched down and picked up the same tiny wooden car that you’d seen earlier, “Noona! Look! It flew far!” 

Nodding, you held your breath as he watched everyone else explore. Something felt like it was breathing down the back of your neck, putting you on edge as you looked around space for that tiny car. It was resting by some dusty curtains, hung in an awkward place along the wall. Part of you wanted to tell everyone to stay away from that spot. Who knew what was behind the curtains, waiting to jump out and attack you or your friends.

“This place really is so creepy.” Jaeboem said, doodling in some dust on top of boxes, “ no wonder  this place has been abandoned and ignored for so long. I wouldn't want to be here either.”

“I don't think it really matters why this place was abandoned! We're trapped in here!  We'd fin--”

Before Yugyeom could continue, the house shook, knocking you and Mark off your feet and into the painful embrace of the concrete basement floor. Youngjae clung to Jaeboem and Bambam and for a second your world went black, fully consumed by someone's angry screaming. The scream pierced your skull, sending fireworks of pain ricocheting throughout your brain.

You screamed back, begging for the voice to stop and the pain to stop.

Your lungs gave out before the scream stopped, but eventually it did, leaving you in the silence of your ringing ears. Slowly you got back up with Mark’s help and looked around at the others, everyone looked as shell shocked as you felt. 

“Are you ok, Yugyeom-ssi?” You asked, looking over at the poor man who looked like he was about to cry again. 

He shook his head and took a deep breath, not saying more. You wanted to sit with him and help calm him down but as you looked around, you knew that the others here needed your help too. Luckily, it seemed that Jackson caught onto what you were thinking as walked over to Yugyeom and started quietly coaching him through stuff. 

If it wasn’t clear already, you needed to leave. 

ASAP.

As Jackson and Yugyeom talked quietly, you started to look around boxes and crevices to see if there was any hidden door. It was a small space though and you struggled to see anything that may look like a way out.

“I feel like the cat didn’t help.” Yuongjae said with a sigh, shaking his head when you stopped looking around. 

Jaeboem nodded, sitting down dejectly on a pile of dusty books. 

“Should we try to get back out from the first floor?” Bambam asked, to which Jinyoung nodded. You listened with baited breath and festering worry as the steps creaked under Jinyoung’s weight, screaming as he walked up. The door jiggled. It didn’t open. 

*CREEEAAAAAK*

The steps seemed to creak louder than before as he came down, your nerves growing with each creak they made. 

Your adrenaline spiked as Jinyoung screamed, wood splintering as he crashed to the ground behind the stairs with a heavy *THUD*. 

Bambam and you rushed over (well you limped over), Youngjae and Jaeboem following behind slightly slower. They helped sit Jinyoung up, as you looked him over, trying to see if there were any obvious injuries you could help him with. 

“Are you ok, Oppa? Does anything hurt?” You asked as you checked his body. 

Jinyoung hummed, closing his eyes as he moved different body parts around, “I think I landed on my shoulder? It hurts like hell.” 

“Can you lift your arm up some?” Youngjae asked.

Jinyoung could barely lift his arm to be parallel with his shoulder, his arm shaking as he tried. You winced as you watched him struggle, eventually lowering his arm for him gently. 

“I think I am going to need a doctor.” He sighed, getting up slowly, “For now though, let’s try to get out.”

Bambam nodded and opened his mouth to say something.

“G-Guys!” Jackson was yelling, an anxious nerve running through his voice, “The cat is back.” 

You all quickly rushed to where they were, the cat sure enough back, purring in Yugyeom’s lap as he hesitantly scratched behind its ears. 

“Do you think it’s likely that the cat rolled in poison ivy recently?” Yugyeom asked, looking up at the others.

Jaeboem nodded.

“I mean… it seems to live outside so probably… but also I pet it earlier tonight and I am fine so… we’ll see.”

The cat looked around everyone in the room lazily before finally looking up at you and blinking slowly. It was telling you that everything would be ok and a large part of you wanted to believe it. A rattling purr left the cat as it slowly got up and stretched like it had all the time in the world. After licking one of its paws quickly, it slowly sauntered away and curled around the curtains, not to be seen again. 

“Oh?” Bambam said, quickly walking to the curtain and yanking it back, washing everyone in a cloud of dust. 

Once the dust finally settled, you were faced with a small, dark staircase. This was hopefully your out and you found yourself breathing a sigh of relief as you looked up and saw the glimpse of a door. 

“Thank fuck.” Youngjae said but he didn’t move as if he was waiting for one of us to take the first move, for one of us to take the first step.

Given with how rickity the stairs looked and Jinyoung falling down the stairs earlier, it made sense that he was nervous. You felt nervous too, your body fighting itself to bolt up the stairs and not risk more injury in a tough internal war. It seemed like everyone was as nervous to make the first move and in that moment, it felt like the ability to escape completely left you all, only leaving a gaping ocean of stress and worry. 

Looking around slowly, you made eye contact with your older brother, a conflict of his own going on in his eyes as he took a deep breath in, “Time to leave. I have a party to shut down and a hospital to take you all to.”

A chuckle left you as he climbed up the rickety stairs and threw the doors open, a crisp breeze and stars greeting you. All your humor and relief left you as an icy bucket of fear washed over you. 

Someone wasn’t happy.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG! 

BANG!

A door was being slammed repeatedly, angrily as the house started shaking again. Someone… something was throwing a fit at you all being by the stairs and trying to leave. You felt paralized by fear that strangled you, your mind going fuzzy as your ears started screaming with fuzz and ringing.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Somehow, the doors slamming sounded closser now, as if someone was rushing to the basement, ready to cause havoc and damage. 

“Get noona!” Bambam shouted, rushing to you with Youngjae.

The two of them picked you up, struggling up the stairs. The banging doors felt like they were getting closer to you even when you were set down on the dead leaves outside. The doors were slamming closer to you, your eardrums shaking with each sound. 

Mark slammed the cellar doors shut behind him angrily. 

*chirp*

*chirp*

*chirp*

Through the aching of your ears, you started to hear regular nature sounds mingling with the heavy breathing of your friends. The cat was snuggling up against you, its warmth heating you up. People were walking around. Someone was talking. You didn’t have energy to figure anything out yet.

Instead, you curled up around the cat, struggling to hold in your tears.

You were out. 

Relief washed over you as your tears spilled down your cheeks and nose and onto the ground.

They let you cry for some time, waiting patiently for you to slowly stand up and look around. Youngjae and Jaeboem were snuggling together on the ground, clutching each other comfortingly. Bambam was leaning against Jinyoung, holding onto him and taking slow breaths. Jackson and Mark were talking quietly. Yugyeom was looking at you.

“How are you feeling, Y/n-ssi?” He quietly asked, scooting over.

“Better? I think.”

“That’s good. Do you want help getting up?”

You shook your head, slowly getting up in spite of your body screaming at you. Slowly, everyone walked back to the main house, you lagging a little behind to watch everyone talk. A smile made its way on your face as you watched Youngjae and Jaeboem chatting away, leaning against each other in a flirting manner. He’d done it. He’d managed to get together with his crush. 

Without your help. 

He managed it all. 

They looked like a good friend group. 

They were a good group of people. 

You were proud of Jackson for finding such wonderful people. Mom and Dad were always worried about him never finding close friends but he’d found his people. 

Sighing, you looked back in the direction of the house and saw something that made your blood freeze. Someone was in a window on the upper floor. 

Waving bye at you. 

“Noona! You coming?” Bambam asked, making you jump. 

“She better! Don’t want Y/n-ah to get lost again.” Jinyoung said with a laugh. 

You shook your head, “Coming!” 

Bambam wrapped you in a quick hug, leaving his arm draped around you when you joined them again. Together you all walked back to the house which was shockingly empty of people already. You breathed a sigh of relief as you left the group to go to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water. It hurt to move your neck back to finish the drink but it soothed your sore throat enough that you paid no mind.

That would be tomorrow’s problem.

“We will go to the hospital in 10 or so minutes, ok?” Jackson asked as he entered the kitchen space.  

You nodded and turned around to refill your glass. If you avoided Jackson’s worried gaze while doing so, you were thankful. Jackson didn’t leave though. He waited patiently as you guzzled two glasses of water before sighing and shaking his head. 

“I was never disappointed in you.” He said, shattering the silence. 

You froze, not wanting to look at him as you gathered up the energy to respond, “Oh? I always thought you were.”

“I always thought that you didn’t like me so I gave you distance. You are honestly so amazing, working a job and going to school. It is so impressive.”

You laughed bitterly and tried to hide the anxiety pooling in your gut, “I dropped out of school so I don’t know how amazing I am.” 

When silence settled over you two again for a minute, you risked a glance at Jackson, hoping not to see disappointment. His brows were raised in surprise but he didn’t look disappointed. 

“How come?”

“It was bad for my mental health… I had to.” You mumbled, not wanting to think much about those hellish years where you were academia’s bitch.

“Do you want to return to school?”

“No. I don’t know what I want to do… but I don’t want anything to do with academia.”

“That’s understandable. College is so stressful. What are you doing now?” He asked and you were thankful that he looked genuinely interested in what you were doing now. 

“Bartending.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

“Somewhat. I want to do something else long term but it isn’t a bad job. It pays the bills and my coworkers are good.”

“I am glad it’s a good job. I am proud of you for taking care of yourself.”

What?

Your head snapped up to look at him, pain shooting through you at the sudden action. He… he was proud of you? 

Tears welled in your eyes. No one in your family ever seemed proud of you… nothing ever seemed to be enough for them.

“R-really?”

“Really,” He took a deep breath in as he prepared for his next words, “I’ve not said it before, but I love you.” 

You felt like you could cry as you pulled him into a hug, hugging him tightly and burying your face into his chest, “I love you too, Oppa… But please don’t tell mom and dad yet.”

“I won’t.” Jackson said with a laugh. 

The two of you barely talked as you finished your final glass of water, sparing a few words as you left the kitchen. You looked around at everyone else, wispering and resting their eyes. They were close. 

You cleared your throat awkwardly to get people’s attention, “I am ready whenever you all are.”

Some of them nodded silently before getting up and helping others up. Quietly, everyone filed into Jackson and Jinyoung’s cars. The trip to the hospital was painfully quiet and when you all got into the hospital, it felt like everyone dispersed as they slowly took everyone back for treatment.

You don’t know how long you were there for or when others left but when you were finally released, no one was there to help you. With some broken ribs, a sprained ankle, and a bad concussion, you found a taxi and went home. The faint sounds of the bar below acted as a soothing white noise for you as you crawled into bed and crashed. 

Alone. 

Somehow you managed to get a whole two weeks off of work to recover from your concussion. You were thankful for the time for a break and thankful for the near constant noise from the bar under you. Every time there was silence you felt unnerved, as if something or someone was going to start attacking you again. The silence made you feel scared in a way that it never had before. 

The bar noise became a comfort you didn’t realize you needed. It was the only constant for you during those two weeks. No one visited you. 

Youngjae was busy with work and going on dates with Jaebeom (it was understandable but you still wished he came to visit you some). Your few other friends were busy with their lives as well. Somehow managed to text you every once in a while (unlike Youngjae) but it was still a fleeting moment of communication and you craved more. 

Returning back to work and starting physical therapy was a welcome reprieve from your small apartment. The hustle and bustle of people filled something in you that you didn’t realize you were missing. It gave you human interaction and you enjoyed it so much. 

All the human interaction made you yearn for the seven people you’d survived such a traumatic event with. Maybe you could text Jackson, Jinyoung, or Youngjae and plan a get together. They’d seemed to want to get closer to you after that event… even though no one messaged or called you. 

You sighed and shook your head, looking back at the bar you were tending to. Only thirty more minutes before you got off. Then you could go home and watch something. Your shift ended uneventfully. You found yourself leaving the bar and making the short trip home with the slowness of someone who has nothing to return home to. 

A light was on.

Why was there a light on in the apartment? 

The light stole your breath. You found yourself transported back to the abandoned house, screams shaking your eardrums as you stood frozen. 

Someone was moving.

People were moving.

People were talking. 

“Y/n-ah, are you ok?” 

Jinyoung. 

You looked up at him, at Youngjae and Jackson who were also standing near you, looking at you worriedly. At Bambam, Mark, Jaebeom Yugyeom, who were holding balloons behind you. 

You were in your apartment. Not the abandoned house. 

The soft sounds from the bar grounded you as you slowly looked around.

You were safe.

You were ok. 

“I-I… I’m ok. I think. Yeah. I’m surprised.” You spoke slowly as you looked around the apartment and took in a deep breath. The soft pain from your ribs moved with your lungs and somehow gave you a bit of comfort. 

You were recovering. 

You were safe. 

“Well, yeah!” Youngjae laughed and pulled you into a tight hug, “That was the point! Surprise!” 

“We wanted to have a small party together. A good party this time.” Jinyoung said, “Would you want anything to drink?”

“Water please. And don’t expect me to make you drinks! You should’ve come to the bar if you wanted that.” 

Bambam laughed, rushing to hug you, “Darn it! Here I was hoping that you could make something expensive and fancy for me.” 

“I refuse.” 

Slowly people settled into your living room, happy laughter and warm music filling the space. Youngjae was snuggling up to you as everyone talked. Jinyoung was laughing and telling a story about something him and Bambam did together. Jackson refilled food and drinks every once in a while. Jaeboem was watching everything happen without speaking, holding Youngjae’s hand. Mark was bundled in all the spare blankets, laughing at everything happening. Yugyeom was adding in sarcastic remarks. 

They were making plans for stuff with you.

You were telling stories.

The night was flying by quickly.

It felt like you fit in for once.

You weren’t an outsider anymore. 

Everyone felt like a family. A home. 

And as night became day, you started to understand the truth.

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Thank you for reading!

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[witchboyjimin]

20 questions for fic writers

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

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

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

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

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

3. What fandoms do you write for?

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

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

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

5. Do you respond to comments?

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

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

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

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

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

8. Do you get hate on fics?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

multiple times.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

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

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

yes! two of them :)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

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

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

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

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

16. What are your writing strengths?

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

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

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

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

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

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

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

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

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

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

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

19. First fandom you wrote for?

uh, beyblade? lolololol

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

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

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

[kpopstarsreact]

Djinn AU : Part 2 - Waking Up

>>Part one found here<<

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

Pairing: Jaebum + Reader

Genre: Djinn au / genie au / supernatural / angst

Warnings: Strong language / mention of violence

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

Word count: 3k

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

writing below the cut~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, but a Mortal?”

“...keeping her forever.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What the hell is he?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[def-initely-soul]

Can I get some Jaebum, in a creepy setting with the prompt “I’m calling it. We are lost in the woods.”? If I can't..well...we both know I can. ☺️❤️ Oh and make it 80s themed.

damn right you can! (i mean come on, really, did you think I was gonna say no?)

pairing: jaebum from got7 x reader (f.)

prompts: “I’m calling it. We are lost in the woods.”

genre: supernatural au; witch au; 80s au; horrorish

warnings: mention of pregnancy gone wrong

words:  5.7k (what is wrong with me, these are supposed to be drabbles...)

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“I’m calling it. We are lost in the woods.”

Jaebum sighs out loud, already regretting having Jinyoung tag along with him in the first place. He knew his more logic-driven friend wouldn’t have supported this outing and yet he couldn’t leave him out of this. Not when Jackson himself had tagged along as well.

“We’re not lost in the woods okay? I know where we’re going...” Jaebum repeats for what feels like the hundredth time tonight as his flashlight flickers for a second. With a curse, he shakes the thing before the light flickers back on. He can swear he just replaced the batteries in this thing.

“Are you sure? Because all I’m seeing are trees, not some bitchin’ witchin’ house in the woods,” Jinyoung retorts and Jaebum rolls his eyes even if he keeps moving forward.

The reason the three of them are out tonight and not on Mark’s rad Halloween party is that they’re out on a search for their town’s own resident witch. It’s rumoured that once upon a time a witch lived in those woods, granting wishes to children that were brave enough to befriend her. Jaebum supposes it’s more of a cautionary tale about judging someone before you meet them than an actual event.

Still he has to try.

“Oh that sounds gnarly, try saying it quick. Bitchin’ witchin’, bitchin’ witchin’, bitchin’ witchin’...” Jackson interrupts from next to Jaebum, repeating the mantra with a level of concentration Jaebum hasn’t seen him use ever. Not even for math class.

“Yeah, Jackson that’s great but it would be even greater if we weren’t lost in the middle of the woods, searching for a witch that might not be even real! I mean she was here, what? 300 years ago or so?” Jinyoung is relentless in trying to get them to return back home. Jaebum doesn’t answer him and keeps moving forward, his boot crunching the dead leaves on the ground as the sun finally disappears behind the mountains.

Jackson chuckles nervously. “Ugh, take a chill pill dude, Jae said he had a reason to look for her, so we’re here to support him,” he replies calmly and that seems to shut Jinyoung up. The three friends keep walking in silence, Jaebum a few steps ahead as he clutches on the book that has any information regarding the witch.

She first started granting wishes around the 1600s, the then-village having a small period of tranquillity as everyone had their wishes fulfilled and the witch got almost everything she needed for free in return. But then a kid disappeared. A young girl at the age of 18, like Jaebum’s age now, leaving no trace of her behind. No letter, no nothing. They couldn’t find anything and everyone immediately suspected the witch.

They burned her at the stake and she, feeling wronged, threatened the town with her upcoming return to steal all their children until the town went down in ruins.

Of course, that never happened and the only thing that’s left of that bedtime story is this book, reciting the legend and a small poem that’s supposed to help someone find their way to her lair.

Beneath the barren willow tree Eternal maiden of the light shall be The ticking clock appoints to three Three of service and so would be But beware the fickle call of darkness Its binds are full of lies and harshness Black and green won't lie to you Protect that which appeals for you

Most of it doesn’t make any sense but Jaebum at least can tell that he’s supposed to find a barren willow tree.

“Can you at least tell us why we’re going there? What are you gonna ask for if we find her?” Jinyoung tries again, this time much calmer and understanding. And yet Jaebum doesn’t respond.

Jackson sensing Jaebum’s hesitation jumps in to answer the question himself. “Well, I don’t know about you dinguses, but I’m gonna wish for Ana saying yes to one date!” he says, eyes staring ahead dazedly with a lovesick smile and Jaebum drowns a chuckle.

“Isn’t this like, kinda forcing her to go out with you though?” Jinyoung claims and Jackson groans.

“No, I mean I sure hope it’s not! I won’t ask for her to date me, I’m just asking for an opportunity to show her what an amazing boyfriend I’ll be!” Jackson claims and Jinyoung rolls his eyes even though a smile is etched on his features.

“I really doubt you need that man...” he admits and Jaebum agrees. It’s been really fun watching Jackson make a fool out of himself trying to impress her (he even tried moonwalking), but it would be even more fun if he actually didn’t impress her.

The girl is hella mad about him and the only person who can’t tell is Jackson.

Jackson smiles at Jinyoung’s words. “You really think so? I can’t wait to meet her tonight at the party! Wait till she sees my Luke Skywalker costume,” he says, taking out his fake lightsaber to swoosh in the air.

“Hm, but if she’s dressed like last year you won’t match...” Jaebum observes and Jackson lets out a heavy, dreamy sigh.

“Ah, yeah... The Madonna costume...” he says in a lovesick daze and Jinyoung rolls his eyes. Last year Ana went as Madonna for Halloween giving both Jackson and her mother a heart attack. Although it’s safe to say those reactions differed significantly.

Jaebum laughs but at least he’s glad for the distraction. He doesn’t have to answer Jinyoung’s question for now and he’s sure if Jinyoung knew Jaebum was actually searching for his dad like this, he’d be against it.

Jaebum’s dad left them when he was a kid. One day he was there and one day he wasn’t. No one knew where he went and Jaebum’s mother was inconsolable at first. Jaebum was barely 7 and his sister was barely 3. She didn’t remember him but Jaebum knew him long enough to miss him every day. And to wonder why.

“Anywho, what are you gonna wish for, Jinyoung?” Jackson asks as they keep walking deeper into the woods, the last lights of civilization far behind them as the air turns crisp and sharp.

Jinyoung shrugs before turning his head away as if embarrassed. “Nothing. I’m just here cause Jaebum asked us...” he admits and Jaebum finally turns to look at him. It’s not normal for Jinyoung to say such a thing. Normally he’d cringe, shoving anyone that even attempted a hug, not the type to admit to such feelings. Jaebum knows it’s a big deal so he smiles thankfully at his best friend.

Jackson whistles in mockery before playfully jabbing Jinyoung with his elbow. “Oh, is the ice king finally admitting he’s soft for his besties?” he says, well-intended and as Jinyoung shoves him away and tells him to piss off, he can’t help but smile as well.

The three of them have been best friends since diapers. Jaebum figures it’d be a cold day in hell if they ever got separated.

But as Jaebum ponders on that, his eyes catch what he’s been trying to locate on these woods. A barren willow tree.

His feet stop as a sudden stillness fills the air. The trees stand still, air no longer breezing in between the leaves, whatever woodland creatures that might have wandered around these parts long gone as the three friends stand beneath the tree.

It’s enormous, its branches spreading through the forest like veins, empty and dwindled, as the last few leaves fall to join the rest of their brothers on the ground. The silence unfurls, the only sound the sound of their breathing, as their chests heave with something. Something that makes the skin on their necks crawl and goosebumps to cover their hands.

Jaebum swallows the nerves crawling up his throat as he takes a step forward. His eyes, unwilling at first, follow down the trunk of the tree to see what lies beneath it. Just like the poem said.

But all he sees is a massive rock, empty and hollow on the inside as vines and moss cover the cold exterior.

His eyebrows furrow before diving back into the book. It’s supposed to be here.

Jinyoung lets out a shaky breath before shaking the feeling of uneasiness out of his head. “See, there’s nothing here. It’s just a hollow cave with barely enough space to fit a bear. We should go,” he comments carefully. But Jaebum ignores him in favour of the book. 

“It’s supposed to be here, why isn’t it here?” Jaebum says frantically, as Jinyoung and Jackson exchange a look. Jackson moves forward, carefully placing a hand on Jaebum’s shoulder. “We can try next year, dude...”

Jaebum huffs in confusion. He can’t spend another year wondering. He can’t.

“Come on, let’s get to the party...” Jinyoung adds on and Jaebum can’t find any more strength to fight back, so he turns his back on the cave.

Until a sound emerges from its depths.

Jaebum turns to look back immediately, eyes traveling inside the cave in search for whatever made that sound. The darkness inside of it doesn’t help him much. Instead, it’s humid, eerie and somewhat enchanting. As if calling him to dive in. As if drawing him into that pure black that seems to have no way out.

Jinyoung heard the sound too. “What in the hell was that?” his eyes are wide in fear as Jackson takes a step back.

“Man, this is totally not tubular...” Jackson exclaims, diving into his fanny pack to get out his own flashlight as well. Both him and Jaebum redirect the light to lighten the inside of the cave but it seems to not work. 

Then the sound reappears. But it’s more distinct. It’s high, yet soft and it sounds a lot like...

Meowing.

Wait. Meowing?

And just as Jaebum has that thought, a little black creature emerges from the cave, the culprit behind the sound and it stands before the three boys, staring at them curiously with it’s big, green eyes.

A cat.

Jinyoung sighs in relief and Jackson begins chuckling as soon as he sees the tiny animal staring at the three of them. “Jesus, man, I thought you were a bear or something...’

“Yeah, that’s what we all thought...” Jinyoung agrees quickly as Jaebum kneels down to look at the cat. For an animal living in the woods and having to fend for itself, it doesn’t look very wary of humans. The cat tilts its head as it looks back at Jaebum and he’s not crazy but he can swear the cat seems to look at him as if expecting him to talk.

So he does.

“We’re here for the witch...?” he begins confidently but the statement comes out more as a question as he realizes what he’s doing. He’s talking to a cat. He’s never gonna live this down.

But as he’s ready to get up and urge his friends to leave, the cat nods. It nods as if understanding Jaebum and then it nudges his hand. There’s a name tag around its neck but before Jaebum gets to read it the cat turns to look inside the cave. As if motioning for him to follow it.

Jaebum sucks in a breath. He was right. She was here. And as he stares more into the animal’s eyes he swears they glint with something else, something more aware.

Something more human.

“I’m dreaming. I’m definitely dreaming,” Jinyoung says with wide eyes as Jaebum waves at them to follow him. Jackson simply stares in awe as the inside of the cave illuminates by a warm, orange light. It reveals a much bigger space than before, the formation elongates into a corridor and as the three friends follow the cat inside the cave, they slowly notice the walls transforming. They grow tall, the humidity in the air dissipating as the vines and moss disappear from the walls and the rock turns to woods. The ground bellow them softly gives way for wood and floor and just as suddenly as they were in the cave, they’re now inside a small wooden cottage.

They turn to look behind them but the corridor has disappeared. There are only walls and a door behind them and the friends turn to look at each other in awe. 

The house they’re into is small. Wooden floors creak at their steps and the smell of incense and sage fills their nostrils. There’s a table in front of them, big and high like an examining table but it’s full with small trinkets, branches of several plants and every kind of things Jaebum would expect to see on that movie his mother keeps watching, The Witches of Eastwick.

There’s also a fireplace behind the table, small enough to fit a cauldron that’s currently bubbling with something inside. If Jaebum is honest, he doesn’t want to know what’s in it.

The cat meows again, drawing the three boys’ attention to it. It sits on its rear legs next to the only armchair of the house, staring at them in wait. Jaebum can’t figure out what the cat is waiting from them, but for some reason, he can’t shake the feeling that the feline wants to tell him something. But cats can’t talk.

“Oh, I see my darling cat brought in some visitors!” comes a wrinkly but soft voice hiding in the shadows and at once all three of them turn towards the sound of the voice. They see an old woman walk forward. She’s small in size, Jaebum thinks, almost like a child, a shawl is spread around her shoulders like a blanket and her white hair graces her head like a cotton cloud. She seems to be limping, carefully walking forward with a cane in one hand as the other hides beneath her clothes. 

Jaebum thinks she doesn’t look at all like a witch. At least not like what he imagined a witch would look like. She looks like someone’s grandma.

She smiles at the three men before a cracking sound comes from her bones. “Oh, would anyone of you boys be a dear and help an old woman to her armchair?” she calls calmly. Sweetly as if talking to her grandson and Jackson is immediately moving.

“Yes, ma’am, of course...” he replies, lending her his hand to support herself and she smiles thankfully at him.

“Oh my, what a young gentleman you are...” she keens as Jackson safely helps her to her armchair and as she sits down, Jaebum observes as the cat slowly walks away to stand in front of the warmth of the fireplace.

The woman, seeing Jaebum wondering stare rushes to explain. “She never was a particularly loving cat that one. I’m just happy she’s safe and warm here...” she comments gently, waving her hand dismissively in the air. At once a cup of liquid appears in the air and the woman reaches her hand a bit forward to catch it. The three boys look at her in astonishment, not quite sure if what they’ve witnessed is real but none seems to know what to say.

The woman (or, Jaebum thinks, the witch) notices their stares just as she takes a sip. “Oh, I’m awfully sorry, do you want some tea as well?” she asks with a welcoming smile and that seems to wake everyone up. 

“Uhm, no, madam, thank you,” Jinyoung replies before he gulps, still too awed to say anything else. He’s still trying to process everything.

The woman shrugs before taking another sip. “Sit,” she says, almost commanding and suddenly all three of them found themselves being seated on three wooden chairs. “I assume you three fine young gentlemen are here for the wishes?” she asks ingeniously, looking at the friends from above her tea. The steam of the beverage rises above the cup, towards her hair, giving her an otherworldly aura as if her white hair keeps moving along with the wind.

“How do you know that madam?” Jaebum questions suspiciously but the woman only chuckles at his naivety. 

“Oh, please, why else would you be here?” she observes cleverly and Jaebum swallows his words because, well, she’s right.

He doesn’t know what else to say though. This is something he’s been thinking for the past few months, finding the witch and using the wish to find out about his father. But now the words won’t come out. They get stuck in his throat, suddenly this all expedition feels wrong and he can’t shake the feeling of uneasiness prickling at his bones.

“So which one of you will go first?” the woman asks sweetly.

When none of them answers, Jackson decides to speak up. “I guess that’s me,” he chuckles before dragging his chair forward to get closer to the woman. “There’s this girl from my high school and I was wondering...”

But Jaebum misses the rest of the conversation when he feels something against his leg. He looks down curiously to see the cat rubbing softly against his leg. Once again her eyes meet his and he’s certain that those aren’t just normal cat eyes. There’s something off about that cat, something telling him it isn’t just a simple cat. 

Then with a graceful jump, she ends up on his lap, paws pressing against his legs as if preparing her bed. Then she curls upon him, her big, green eyes staring back at him, through him and he can’t tell if he’s losing his mind or not but it seems like the cat is trying to tell him something.

The woman’s shrill chuckle shakes Jaebum out of his thoughts as he finds the woman staring at the cat on his lap with an indecipherable look in her eyes. 

“Seems she likes you...” she comments mysteriously, eyes boring holes through the cat that shifts uncomfortably on Jaebum’s legs. Jaebum senses an air of animosity towards the animal and when his eyes find the woman’s, he’s sure it’s not just his imagination.

“Seems like it, yeah,” he responds with a steady voice and a level gaze at the witch. She seems to be taken aback at his reply but she’s quick to replace her shocked expression with a calm, saccharine one.

Then she returns her attention back to Jackson’s wish and the cat seems to relax once more. Jaebum’s gaze falls to the animal on his lap once more, and once again she looks back. He can’t shake the feeling that...

That her eyes are human.

The cat nudges her head against his palm as if wanting to be petted and Jaebum would have done exactly that if he didn’t take notice of the name tag on the cat’s neck. His fingers reach for the metallic pendant, eyes wary, for some reason not wanting the witch to realise what he’s doing. But she seems too engrossed in Jackson’s story as he drags it out. 

So with a bated breath, Jaebum turns around the pendant. 

Y/N, it reads.

Confusion engulfs him. Where has he seen that name before?

After a few seconds, it hits him. 

It’s the name of the girl that disappeared all these years ago.

His eyes widen and he gasps.

The sound gathers the witch’s attention on him again. “What’s wrong, dear?” she asks carefully but Jaebum can see the calculating glint in her eyes. The cat meows softly on his lap, in a warning.

“I, uh, nothing, nothing, I just...” he gulps, struggling to find something to appease the witch without raising her suspicions. “Ah, the cat, she accidentally scratched me...” he responds swiftly, hoping that’ll be enough.

The witch looks at him suspiciously but doesn’t say anything else on the matter. “And you?”

Jaebum’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

The witch smiles. “What’s your wish?”

Jaebum freezes. He knows what his wish is. He knows what he came here for and yet his eyes fall back into the cat. Or rather, you. The girl that disappeared all those years ago at the age of 18, at his age and suddenly none of it feels right. 

He doesn’t know what to wish for.

“I, uhm...” he begins unsure, but then his eyes rest on the space above the fireplace. Where a brown, leather book stands and immediately he remembers a passage from the book currently hiding in his bag.

There’s a book rumoured to exist. A book that contains numerous spells the witch uses but also the spell to rid the witch of her powers so she can no longer hurt anyone. A book bound in leather and spells, containing such evil and darkness within but also the salvation for anyone under the witch’s influence. The book’s never been found.

Jaebum bets his walkman that’s said book.

He quickly returns his stare at the cat, for if he wants to be successful he must show no sign of interest in the book.

“I want the cat,” he finally replies, raising his proud stare to look at the witch. Jackson and Jinyoung look at Jaebum as if he’s gone mad and yet the witch’s expression hasn’t changed. She stares stoically at Jaebum, face not at all revealing any of her thoughts and yet there’s a storm brewing in her grey eyes that glint almost silver.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” she finally replies. But her voice is different. It’s low, grave and threatening almost like a growl and Jaebum can feel prickles of fear on his skin.

Yet he perseveres.

“Why not?” he raises his chin up defiantly and he can see the old woman fuming. Good, that means it’s working.

“Because!” she yells suddenly, losing her composure for a second. But then she schools her face back into that sweet expression, that one that now seems to Jaebum sickeningly sweet.

“Because she’s my only companion here. It can be very, very lonely being alone in the woods. I’m sure you wouldn’t wish that for anyone, now would you?” she stares intensely at him and Jaebum can understand that it’s a threat.

So he sighs heavily as if he’s disappointed. “I guess you’re right madam. But I really liked this one...” he complains, waiting for the witch’s reaction.

The woman sighs. “I can’t give you the cat, but I can give you anything else you ask for...” she makes a promise, hoping the promise of something grander will draw him away from the cat but what she doesn’t know is that Jaebum wants exactly that.

“Anything...?” he asks innocently and once it seems like he got the bait the witch smiles victoriously. 

“Anything! A witch’s promise is a deal! I will give you anything you ask of me, this I swear!” she proclaims and at once a slight breeze flies through the room even if all the windows and doors are sealed. It’s her magic, taking effect once her promise was out in the wind and now she really has to do anything he asks of her.

And that’s exactly what he wants.

He points to the book. “I want that.”

Once her gaze falls to the item, her face pales. The once sweet smile is wiped off her face, instead a scowl appearing in its place. Her hair begins moving once again as if enchanted and she stands up from her armchair, not needing anyone’s help anymore. 

The three boys look at her in horror as her figure elongates and her skin darkens, bones and limbs growing longer and slimmer, resembling branches of a tree. Her fingernails grow, darkening as her fingers crack and turn in weird angles and her feet drag across the floor, the sound like nails on a chalkboard. Her shawl falls off to the floor forgotten, and the white in her eyes disappears completely, now being an electric silver as if seeing lightning. Her face pulls down as if someone is dragging the skin down but her movements don’t stop.

The boys hiss, covering their ears as the cat begins yowling at the witch, ears drown back as her back hunches in alarm but the witch pays them no mind. Her long, bony fingers wrap around the book and she slowly turns around towards Jaebum. Then she moves again forwards as if she’s floating on the air and with heavy movements, she passes Jaebum the book.

Jaebum watches the exchange in alarm, a wicked grin covering the witch’s face from ear to ear, abnormally stretched and revealing the insides of her rotten mouth. 

“I’m only giving this to you boy because I have to. You can use it for only one spell and if I find out that you tried to steal it from me, or use it to harm me and my way of living, there won’t be any of you left to tell the story...” her voice is low and deadly, like a whisper as it makes the fine hair on Jaebum arms rise. He swallows nervously, accepting the book with a nod of his head. 

“Thank you, madam, I promise I’ll return the book as soon as I use my spell, this I promise!” he repeats the incantation the witch have said before, not because it will take effect, after all, there’s no magic in him, but because he hopes it shows a level of respect towards the witch in front of him.

The witch looks at him for a second, still looming over him in all her wickedness and then she’s back to how she was before; a charming old lady needing some company.

The three boys blink in surprise at the sudden transition but before they get to say anything else, the air around them feels like it’s shrinking and them with it. Like someone is sucking away the contents of the room at the other end, from where they came from. The cat jumps off him, staring at him one last time as Jaebum feels something pulling him backwards and the last thing they see before being dropped out of the cave is the witch’s evil smile.

Suddenly the three of them are outside in the woods again, in front of the cave that now seems normal once more. Jaebum shakes off the leaves from him before he opens up the book and begins searching frantically.

“Jaebum what in the world are you doing?!” Jinyoung yells once he’s up again, approaching him with enraged steps as Jaebum reads quickly page after page.

Jackson is quick to agree with Jinyoung. “Yeah, man what the hell was that? Did you really want a cat from the witch? We could get you one from the mall!”

“Can you just stop talking for a second, I need to find the spell...” he mumbles, irritated by his friends’ interference but they don’t seem too keen on listening to him.

“No, we can’t until you explain to us what in the fudge was that!” Jinyoung insists, voice strict and commanding and Jaebum takes a breath.

“The cat was not a cat, she’s a girl that disappeared when the witch was still alive and this book contains the spell that strips the witch of her magic and I have to find it before she realizes what I’m about to do!” Jaebum grits through his teeth as he turns page after page, searching for the correct spell.

Jinyoung’s left staring at him speechless and at least he’s not bothering anymore as he searches for the spell.

Jackson is the first to react. “Wait, Jaebum, are you sure? How could you tell, I mean, come on, that cat couldn’t be a human-”

“Yeah and at the beginning of this trip you didn’t believe we’d find the witch but look at us now,” he replies swiftly as his eyes run down the pages until-.

He found it.

I seek to rid someone of power I seek to find the truth behind I seek to burn the evil cower The undeserving to unbind

And he begins chanting it out loud. From what he knows he must certainly recount it at least three times before it takes effect.

Jinyoung and Jackson stare at him in shock, not quite sure what to do but as Jaebum begins chanting for the third time, the cave starts to shake.

He stops only for a second before he begins chanting again. A wind picks up between the trees, howling and whistling in anger as the branches dive down to search for the one recounting the spell. But Jaebum doesn’t deter, he chants louder and louder, the wind now almost taking the book out of his hands but he knows the spell by heart by now.

He chants and chants and the cave doesn’t stop shaking and then a shrill screams echoes through its depths, sharp and horrifying and blood curdling before a black shadow comes rushing through from inside the cave. The scream gets louder as the shadow approaches and once it’s out it dissipates with a loud bang, finally disappearing through the air and the scream fades away. 

The cave stops shaking and the wind stops.

And then as Jaebum stares at his hands the book turns to dust and disappears as well.

His two friends are left staring at him in shock. They don’t know what to do or say and honestly Jaebum doesn’t either.

But then a cough sounds from inside the cave. A female one.

Jaebum turns his head towards the hollow only to see a young girl, you, walking out. You cough into your hand as the smoke around you dissipates, your long hair unruly and messy, dressed in a white blouse, a black-laced vest and a brown peasant skirt.

You are the girl that disappeared hundreds of years ago and yet you’re still alive.

Jaebum is frozen in his spot, staring at you and too afraid to move. For some reason, fearing that if he’d move you’d disappear.

Only when you stumble on a tree root, he jolts back to awareness and rushes to help you.

He grabs you by the arm to stabilize you as you seem to not have found your footing just yet.

“Are you okay?” he asks quickly, not knowing you one bit but wanting to make sure you’re alright.

You turn to look at him and once your eyes meet, he knows it was you. That it wasn’t all just in his head.

You nod your head, tears prickling at your eyes from the smoke. “Yes, I think I am...” comes out your rough voice, probably from not speaking for 300 years. Then you turn to look at Jinyoung and Jackson, admittedly a bit bewildered by their clothing but you’re well aware that it’s been hundreds of years since your time and things were bound to change.

You swallow nervously, your throat closing up. “Thank you...” you say softly, “for saving me...” you add as you turn to look at the man holding you up. Truth is he’s quite handsome, sending a reddening blush to your cheeks but you chastise yourself. You shouldn’t feel that way for a strange man. Maybe he’s betrothed and that would be improper.

Jaebum swallows the nervousness that arises in him when he meets your eyes. “No problem... Y/N, right?” he asks just to make sure.

You nod at him as you softly remove your hand from his, now that you feel like you can walk again. “And you are?”

Jaebum face falls just a bit but he’s quick to hide it. “I’m Jaebum, and this is Jinyoung and Jackson,” he responds instead, pointing at his friends.

You turn around to greet them when the one called Jinyoung steps in front of you with wide eyes. You gasp, taking you by surprise and you take a step back, suddenly too overwhelmed with the man’s proximity.

“Are you really the girl that disappeared?” he asks in wonderment and you realize that he doesn’t seem hostile. Only curious.

“Yes. I realized that around the time the witch started granting people’s wishes, a lot of women from my village started losing their unborn children. Once I realized it was the witch’s fault, she turned me into a cat and I could never leave her sight,” you reply softly, eyes downcast as you barely remember pieces of your previous life.

“Until we came along...” says the other boy named Jackson with a boyish grin in an attempt to cheer you up and, indeed, it draws a smile on your lips as you agree with him.

The other boy, Jaebum, coughs into his hands and you turn to look at him curiously. “So, uhm... Do you have a place to stay?” he says but he quickly slaps himself in the forehead.

Of course she doesn’t you airhead!

Your eyes widen with the realization, that no, you do not. How are you supposed to survive in a place that you don’t know anyone and in a time that’s not your own?

“You can stay with one of us! I’m sure our parents won’t mind!” Jackson rushes to say, a helpful smile on his lips and you look at him bewildered.

“Oh, no, I couldn’t ask that of you, you already did so much...” you reply, feeling overwhelmed by their offer.

“It’s no problem, really! And we can teach you all you need to know about this time so you’ll adjust!” Jinyoung adds on and the truth is it doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.

“Of course we understand if you feel uncomfortable with that...” Jaebum is quick to say, obviously the only one that realized you might be wary of the idea because they’re all men.

The other two guys exclaim in realization as they agree. 

“Well, in that case, I think you’d be better off living with Jaebum. He has a little sister and his mother would probably beat up anyone that tried to hurt you...”Jinyoung chuckles at his joke but Jaebum only seems to fluster with the attention.

“It’s true...” he admits nervously, “My mother is kind of a tough cookie...”

But when he sees your face of confusion he rushes to explain. “It means she’s strong. And she always takes care of us,” he admits out loud and seeing your eyes twinkle in wonderment he realizes it was the right thing to say.

You ponder on it for a second before you turn to them again. Ready for your answer.

“It would be lovely if I could stay for a few nights until I get my bearings. If your mother agrees of course...” you conclude with a shy smile and Jaebum feels himself smile as well.

“I’m sure she won’t mind,” he replies, for once certain he made the right choice.

[thenamesseven]

Plot: Mark never believed in mates until his eyes landed on you one fateful afternoon.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Mentions of death.

Ooff, this was my first supernatural au! I hope this was more or less what you wanted! 😊

You were late.

Mark glanced down at his watch, his foot tapping the floor nervously. If you didn’t get to the bus stop in two minutes you would lose the bus and that would definitely ruin Mark's day.

Vampires weren't huge fans of public transports, even a civilized one like him got a little tense in them, the reason was obvious though, being locked up in a place with a bunch of humans wasn't a funny thing to do. Kind of risky on the days he was feeling hungry, like that one time Bambam dared Yugyeom to get on one when he hadn’t fed in days and he almost ended up biting the old lady sitting in front of him. Idiots.

Mark wasn't there for a bet though. Since that fateful afternoon when he was forced to take the bus due to the heavy raining, since that moment you caught the bus seconds before the driver closed the doors, Mark has been taking the same bus at the same hour everyday to just get a glimpse of you.

He didn’t believe in soulmates, does he even have a soul now that he is dead? But for some reason, when you walked passed him and your sweet, intoxicating scent hit him Mark knew he was bound to you. It was the way you looked so bright, so pure and innocent, so alive to him that kept his fangs hidden and at a safe distance from your neck. Although no matter how far away from him you chose to seat, Mark could hear your heart beating, he could listen to your blood flooding through your veins.

His instincts were conflicted when it came to you. Most of him wanted to bit you, to hear you groan in pain as he drinks your blood, to show you his dominance and how you belonged to him but there was also a really tiny bit of him that didn't want to ruin you the way he was ruined one day, there was a sense of protection whenever you were around, after all you were his and if something happened to you the lost would be mortal for his dead heart.

That's why, now that you weren’t getting on the bus on time Mark was freaking out a little. What if you were hurt? What if you were kidnapped or robbed? What if you passed out somewhere? He was ready to walk around the entire city to find you, standing up from his seat to start his long journey when, by the corner of his eye, Mark spotted your messy hair. The sound of your constant apologies to the driver -who lowkey had been waiting for you to arrive too- was music to his ear and the sight of your shy smile was a bless.

As you walked down the bus, aiming for the free sit next to his, Mark looked down to his hands hiding the small yet excited smile on his lips. It would be the first time in two weeks that you were going to finally sit besides him and although having you so close would be some kind of sick torture for him, it would also give him a glimpse of what living in Heaven could be like.

“Can I sit here?” You asked him, catching his attention.

“Sure” Mark smiled and nodded, forcing his eyes to look through the window so he could stare at your reflection without getting caught.

Little did he know that the curiosity he felt towards you was mutual since you had also become a bit intrigue by his presence. You had never seen him before that rainy afternoon and after your eyes met for a few seconds that time, he suddenly started getting the same bus as you at the same time. It might be a coincidence of course, as much as you knew, he could be just somebody who moved into the city and was heading to home back from work, maybe he just moved into another zone and needed to get this bus like her...Whatever it was, it didn't sound convincing enough to her and she kept thinking he was there to meet each other.

Although no more than smiles and silent glances were exchanged, he kept coming back probably feeling the same pull as her. Today was the first time you were sitting besides him, he didn't radiate warmth like you thought he would but the shy smile on his lips was enough to melt your heart into a puddle.

“Are you new around here?” Call yourself bold, curiosity always got the best of you.

“Mhm?” Mark reply, merely confused by your question.

“I’ve never seen you around before" You shrugged softly, trying to get a bit more information from him.

“Oh! No I'm not new around” His smile widened and the bright of his white teeth could have blinded you “My car just broke a couple of days ago so I just have to take the bus”

That’s when you knew he was lying. You two met almost three weeks ago and if his car broke a couple of days ago, why would he have needed to get the bus for? It was cute though, he wasn't trying to be a creep like others would have.

“I'm Mark by the way” He would extend his hand to shake yours but he doesn't want to tell you he's dead yet.

“Nice to meet you Mark, I'm (Y/N)” You responded with a smile

Mark nodded, his eyes meeting yours “Pretty name for a pretty lady, mhm?” He chuckled at the soft shade of pink ascending from your neck to your cheeks, your fingers suddenly playing with your long forgotten earphones.

Not used to compliments you always got a little awkward around them so instead of saying a small thanks or just change the subject you awkwardly shoved one of your earphones to Mark's chest, surprising him “Want to listen to some music?” You asked nervously, avoiding his eyes as you scrolled through your phone searching for some good bops.

“How could I say no to such offer?”

Sharing headphones or earphones with somebody is a pretty intimate gesture if you think about it. Not only because of the short distance the cable obliges you to maintain with the other person but because, as you like to think, our music is the reflection of our soul and you were letting a complete stranger explore it without second thoughts. It felt so natural though, so domestic to have Mark sitting besides you with his fingers drumming on his thigh to the beat of the music. He never asked you to change songs or to modify the volume, he wanted to listen to each song like you did and get to know a part of you that most people probably didn't know.

Unfortunately, life is selfish and fate decided to separate your ways like it decided to put them together some weeks ago.

None of you saw it coming.

First it was the noise of somebody pressing their honk, then came the sound of a really loud crash and finally everything was spinning. You closed your eyes, diving head first into the darkness to avoid looking at whatever was going on. Strong hits shook your body, at some point blood started running down your forehead and as expected, your ears were not functioning after such loud noises. You were confused but guessed an incident must have happened, you tried opening your eyes but all you saw was a blur of color, nothing concretely that would tell you something about your situation.

When Mark's eyes landed on your fragile body he became a panicking mess. No matter how hard he tried to listen, the sound of your heart beat was getting lower and lower, the rougher your breathing sounded the slower your heart beated. A bunch of thoughts crossed his mind, he was cursed and that's why everything he loved was destined to break, you suffered the worst of the lucks to be assigned as his partner.

However, for once in his life, Mark dared himself to challenge fate, to change his path and not let a random bunch of decisions dictate what was going to happen with you. Life might have put you in his way to take you away but Mark was going to fight for you, he wasn't letting you go so easily.

“(Y/N)”

With shaky legs he stood up, making you turn your head enough to look at him. Mark looked untouched as if he hadn't been in the accident when everything happened, as if he hadn’t been sharing the earphones with you. Maybe it was the fact that you were closer to death than life itself at that moment that made Mark look ethereal, his pale skin seemed angelic, the way his dark eyes looked at your wounds with sadness but determination gave you will and strength to fight for your life.

“Hey” He kneeled down next to you, your vision got slightly blurry but you could see his eyes getting watery, why was he about to cry? Was your state that bad? You attempted to look around, to look at your own body so you could see your injures but he stopped you “No baby, you don’t need to see that” He whispered with his hands tracing delicate circles on your cheeks.

“Mark” His name came out in a quiet whisper, extremely weak as your eyes met. The pain in your body was slowly becoming stronger and so hard to stand that the idea of closing your eyes was becoming extremely tempting.

He was losing you, Mark could see how life was starting to abandon your body. He had never felt so useless in his whole life, should he bite you? He had always thought that turning somebody into what he was without their permission was something unforgivable. Would you like to live a life of eternity? Did you even know creatures like him existed? Mark sensed you didn’t so turning you wasn’t his best option. Letting you die in his arms wasn’t something he was planning to do either, Mark couldn’t give up on you just when the both of you started getting to know each other, he wasn’t going to let you go, at least not today.

The only thing that was left was one that would definitely create a lot of questions from you but it would be the only thing that would more or less make you stay closer to life than death. Without thinking Mark pulled out his fangs, feeling you weakly tensing next to him when your eyes saw them, it was okay though since you were probably going to think you were just hallucinating from the blood lost. In a quick motion he sank his fangs in his wrist and while small blood drops started flowing out, he pressed the wound on your lips ignoring the disgusted sounds you were making. His blood wouldn’t heal you completely but it would at least give the paramedics enough time to save you.

“Swallow it, it’ll be good for you, I promise”

Maybe it was the desperation to keep living that made you believe Mark’s words and without any second thoughts, you swallow your saliva that was mixed with his blood. What you didn’t expect though was that as soon as the liquid moved down your throat, everything would turn black.

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It had almost been three months since that bus accident in which you were miraculously saved by the paramedics, the memory of Mark was slowly fading in the back of your mind and you weren’t sure anymore if he had been real or if it had been some kind of weird experience some people go through before the moment of their death. You had tried to look for him, to see if there was some way of finding out where he lived or who was to at least, thank him for saving you no matter how weird his methods had been but there was no trace of Mark and people had somehow made you believe it had been some kind of hallucination your mind had created due to the fear of dying alone.

You kept taking the same bus everyday even when you didn’t work at the same place as before, you just knew Mark was real, there was still a small part of you that was extremely convinced he hadn’t been a product of your mind and those same thoughts were confirmed when, one day, you found him sitting on the bus stop.

“Mark?” Your voice came out hesitatingly, your hands shaking a little as your mind was invaded from the memories of that day.

Mark raised his head, a bright smile on his lips when his eyes met yours “Found me” He patted the empty space on the bench so you could seat next to him, his fingers tapping on his jeans in sync with the music coming through his earphones. “Want one?” He asked, offering you one of his earphones.

“Sure” You smiled lowering yourself to seat besides him but Mark grabbed your wrist and pulled you up, the both of you now standing next to each other.

You looked at him confused and he just smiled even more shaking his head “Let me get you a coffee though, we both know we don’t have the best experiences with busses” He muttered looking down at you, brushing some hair behind your ear “Plus, I’m sure there are a lot of questions here” Mark tapped your forehead “That are waiting to be answered by me”

That afternoon Mark explained everything about him and about the effects you had on him, even when at first it all had been slightly overwhelming yet incredibly fascinating you couldn’t help but trust him.

After all he was the one that had brought you back to life.  

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King of Demons

Summary: he had sent you away as promised, but the longer you were away from the Devil, the more you craved to be back in his company. You were willing to risk it all.

Characters: Im Jaebum x reader / with a lot of Markson and a tiny bit of Bam.

Genre: supernatural au / fluff / comedy

A/N; Welcome to week two of Frightful October - Demonology! So I wrote this short fiction for the drabble game a couple of weeks ago over Jaebum being Satan. I highly recommend you read Havoc before reading this. It wouldn’t leave my mind, so I decided to do a follow up piece from Y/N’s POV this time. I expected this to be darker, but I added in Markson, so you know, it got a little humorous with their antics. And a couple of inside Ahgase jokes later and we have a fiction that’s open ended enough that if in the future I wanted to return to this, I can. I really hope you enjoy this; I had a lot of fun writing it.

Word count: 4558

He had kept his promise, setting you free and back into the world of humans. And in a daze, you spent the next week just going through the motions.

Had it been a dream? You had no physical evidence either way.

You were certain he had dragged you to the depths of Hell with him, and you had spent a night there in the very least. It was definitely morning when you roused from your slumber in your own bed, feeling far too exhausted for one night of absence. Did time in Hell go faster or slower than on Earth?

Although you had been ready to leave, after all you had done nothing to warrant ending up in Satan’s lair, when he had finally walked you to a rustic looking elevator, you had been hesitant to climb inside. Not because a small part of you wondered if it was safe enough to travel within, but since the Devil himself had told you his real name, you had a desire to know more about this man. It was reckless, yet as you stared into his onyx eyes, you craved more than just his name.

Jaebum.

In your second week, clarity started to return, and questions were building. You had frantically begun to search for information, using his name to find out further truths. If you could just uncover at least one clue, maybe then it would seem less of a dream world that you had conjured. However nothing seemed to match and it was maddening.

It frustrated you that there was no record on Earth about the Satan you had met.

Of course there were the biblical stories, or the anecdotes of others claiming to have met the Devil, but nothing matched. He was a fearful man who commanded a race of demons, and placed in charged of the cruellest entities in existence. There was not one account of him showing human characteristics. But you had seen them with your own eyes. Jaebum had watched you, keeping his distance for quite some time. His eyes followed your every move, and you had felt vulnerable under their gaze until you decided to stare back. And what you found was something softer and sobering. The fear that held you captive dissipated the longer you searched his face, noticing how gentle his features were. He had lost his control over you the moment he let your hand reach for his face.

Delirium finally hit. You had decided you had lost your mind, considering you couldn’t find anything to confirm your experience. And for the next month whenever your mind would slip to that night, at how he held you close as he walked you through Hell, his eyes glaring at anyone who so much as turned to see you both, or of the desperation in his eyes as he shut the door to the elevator and sent you away from him, you would laugh a little too easily, and shake the images away. It was detrimental to your psyche to allow yourself to fantasise of the Devil, of his handsome face and strong arms. You would simply push it all away until it faded from your memory.

Except it never did.

You struggled when the dreams began; meeting the man you so desperately sought after in a world that you knew didn’t exist. It was much too bright, not a sinister corner in sight. But his eyes were as they had always been, staring deeply into yours as he tried to uncover every thought you had. And so you began to tell him. After awhile you felt as if you had told your entire life story to Jaebum whilst you slept. He knew of the time when you fell from a tree and scarred your knee, or when you had graduated high school at the top of your class. You admitted to not understanding others around you enough to make solid connections passed friendship, and your parents were the most magical beings in your life. You whispered out your dreams, wanting to be more than just an office worker, to help change people for the better. Of meeting someone just like him, with a beautiful face and unyielding eyes that followed you wherever you went.

But even in the dreams you learned nothing more of Jaebum. All the same, you felt yourself falling deeper into his eyes, into his face, and into desperation.

You needed to see him again, dreamland or not.

And that had led you to where you stood now. It was dark and thundering outside; perhaps the skies were as foreboding as your mind was. Another crackle of the angry clouds boomed into the soundtrack of your evening, as you slowly and precisely drew out what you needed. It had been a last attempt to look into the dark spells of the internet, chastising yourself for becoming this pathetic. But you couldn’t not try either. You needed to find a way to get back to Jaebum, or out of this hellish nightmare that had become your daily existence.

Summoning a demon did seem like the worst thing you could do, but it was an extremity that you were prepared for.

You followed the ceremony through word for word and every required action, and then sat and waited. Nothing happened. You hadn’t been foolish to believe this would be like Disney, where a cloud of smoke would rise up and bam, there would be a demon inside. But you had hoped for some kind of indication that the sinister magic you had just played into would work. After an hour of sitting there, you scowled at the items laid in front of you and snuffed out the candle.

It all happened too fast really.

One minute you were on your knees in front of your summoning, and the next you felt like you were flying.

Or falling. You were definitely falling.

But you weren’t alone, and you gasped when you saw his crimson eyes, watching you as you fell. His lips were smirking, yet his stare was confused. It was disorientating to see two very different emotions in one face, and the longer you stared back at him, the more you wondered if all demons were this attractive. You clearly had a taste that was unfathomable these days.

And then he disappeared, your head moving rapidly to find him. Right as you landed with a thud. You heard the sharp exhale underneath you as you blinked a couple of times, and glanced down to see arms around your waist. Just who was this guy?

“Up,” he managed, and you scrambled out of his arms as he sat up and began to cough. He was slight in build which made you cringe, checking him over for any injuries from your fall. When his red eyes connected with yours again, you frowned as he chuckled. “I’m a demon, don’t look so worried.”

“Ah.” Nodding, you looked around yourself, trying to decipher if this was another dreamland or not.

“Welcome to Sheol,” he said a moment later, gesturing to what simply appeared to be a land full of fog and cracked ground underneath your feet. There was nothing distinctive about it at all, and you wondered if it was just an abyss that looked entirely the same. But the demon beside you seemed all too at ease as he walked along comfortably. He glanced down at you and smirked. “You know this is a first for me.”

“What?”

“Leading someone so innocent into the depths of Hell. You sure are something.”

You blushed, not quite understanding your situation, but you were relieved when he mentioned Hell. At least you were heading in the right direction.

“You know, summoning a demon isn’t the smartest thing you could do. Thank goodness it didn’t work how you planned,” he continued and you snapped your focus back to his face, the demon smiling at you with a gentleness that only continued to make you question all that humans knew of this land. It didn’t cross your mind for a second that you had been bewitched by this entity at all. “You don’t really think that chanting some foolish words with a few candles and a bit of drawing would bring a demon to your door step, right?”

“Well, how am I here then?”

He grinned. “I was assigned by my leader to watch over you.”

“Leader?” you repeated and he nodded once. “Jaebum?”

The eyes of the demon grew round and he all but jumped on you, his hand flying to cover your mouth instantly. You were surprised and stumbled back into him, feeling his chest rise and fall rapidly. His grip over your mouth eased a little as he leant down to your ear. “This place isn’t one we utter such niceties in. Unless you want to attract other demons here, I think we should just stick to Leader, okay?”

You nodded and he let you go, his eyes still roaming around to ensure you hadn’t attracted unwanted attention yet. Staring up at him, you sighed. “So how long does it take to get to erm, your Leader?”

“It depends, sometimes only an hour, sometimes a day. This world is always shifting. Time is rather irrelevant down here.”

So you had been right upon your arrival back home, you had spent far longer than a day in Hell. It made you feel accomplished to have one of your questions answered. Glancing up at the demon that walked beside you, you wondered how much more he would share with you.

“Don’t get carried away, I’m not entitled to tell you too much more.”

“You read minds?” you pondered and he laughed.

“I’m a demon. I do a lot of things.”

“Like?”

He hummed in thought, turning to you a moment later. “I know that if it weren’t for me in the last six months, you would have ended up here a lot sooner.”

“But this is where I wanted to come!”

“Alive or dead?” he asked and you halted, realising what he had insinuated. You glanced down at yourself then and he smiled again. “You’re alive, for now. Which is why we shouldn’t linger in these parts too long, we might come into contact with something undesirable.”

“What do we have here?” another voice crooned and the demon beside you groaned.

“Like Jackson.”

Jackson, the demon he referred to, chuckled to himself as he eyed you in a way that made you feel downright on display. You shifted behind the arm of your demon, glaring at Jackson in hopes he’d stop with his insulting gaze. He merely laughed loudly.

“Jesus Christ, Jackson, would you stop?”

“Now now Mark, just because you’re the fallen angel turned demon type, doesn’t mean you’re any better than me.”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought to ask your name,” you murmured and Mark glanced at you momentarily, nodding once before rolling his eyes at the broad entity who had interrupted your travels.

If this wasn’t such a sinister world, you would have laughed at it feeling all a little like you were on a trip to the Wizard of Oz, meeting new and different kinds of souls along the way. It seemed amusing that you could think of such a thing in this place. Perhaps all signs of your sanity had left you now.

“This is Jackson, a commander of Purgatory. Who should be watching over souls and ensuring they get to their rightful destination.”

Jackson smirked, eyeing you again. “And this soul here? Where is she off to? You should have done something better to disguise her, Mark. Flanked with a mere demon that serves our Lord, it’s hardly going to keep her alive if Yugyeom sniffs her out.”

“Yugyeom has been slumbering for fifty years, and she’s already been here once by our Leader’s choosing,” Mark reiterated, Jackson tilting his head in thought.

“Is she…?”

“Perhaps.”

You glanced at the two talking of words that made little sense and then sighed. You didn’t have time to stand here discussing the happenings of Hell. Jaebum surely had to be waiting by now. You stepped off, hoping that the internal compass inside you would direct you to the right destination, and began walking with haste. You heard running behind you and then a hand on your arm, dragging you back. Glancing up at Mark’s dark expression you attempted your best not to cower. “I want to go. Now.”

“This isn’t the right way,” he whispered, dragging you backwards.

You groaned, nothing had any distinct markings to you.

“Patience. Aren’t humans supposed to have this quality?”

“And down here aren’t demons supposed to be impatient and cunning?”

Mark nodded, looking a little exhausted. “Princess, I’ve been so patient with you, that my impatience is close to returning.”

“Will it? Then can you hurry me to Jae-your leader.”

He chuckled and you noticed Jackson was back. The broader of the two grinned. “What was he thinking, she’s far too naïve for this world.”

“And far too frustrated by your riddles. What are you talking about?!” you finally demanded and the pair glanced at each other before it all turned black. You screamed, though a hand muffled most of it, and you heard fingers click beside you, a small flame ignited that now lit up the darkness.

“Princess. I think we should name her that,” Jackson said all too casually as you blinked, Mark’s hand lowering from your mouth. You grumbled and he laughed.

“Will you answer me?” you asked after what felt like several minutes of walking in silence through the barely illuminated dark. “Shouldn’t you be able to travel in the blink of an eye down here?”

“What do they teach you up there? That Hell is a five star resort?” Jackson retorted and Mark couldn’t help but chuckle. “This is a land of damnation, Princess. We’re not given luxuries, and not even the Devil himself is spoiled by the ability to do much more than lord over the cursed.”

“You paint it like it’s the worst place in existence,” Mark chided and Jackson shrugged. “We’ve adapted, and you will too.”

“If she manages to stay. I can only imagine what up there will be thinking if they catch wind of this. I can hear that snitch Jinyoung already. Send her home!” Jackson pointed up and then shook his head, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “Mad, he’s gone mad.”

“Up there? Jinyoung? Mad?” you repeated, letting out a heavy breath. 

Demons sure were infuriating.

Sensing your mood, Jackson finally began talking as you continued through this new plain of Sheol. He explained the factions of Hell - Purgatory, Silence, and Torment. He told you of how each stage had its place in housing creatures that humans barely knew to exist. He mentioned that Hell had been giving a shunt from up above to carry further souls than it could handle, and that their Leader was struggling to maintain control. And that’s why he had slipped up with you.

The knowledge was painful. The way Jackson had stared at you made you feel like a criminal, someone who didn’t belong and had made things harder for all those down here. You hadn’t thought much about the realm of Hell, just who governed it. As someone who wanted to help others, you felt deflated and greedy for only having one person in your sights.

This was all starting to become too much for you and you ached for the simplicity of Jaebum’s room, away from all this and into his eyes. At least those felt more calming than any of this did.

But were they? You were now concerned for Jaebum. Was he really struggling? The Devil was meant to be someone with immense power and control. Couldn’t he just show some of that to those acting out? It made little sense to you and you hoped clarity would arrive soon.

The darkness eased off after some time and you were greeted by the sounds of water running. When it came into sight though, it was anything but and you noticed the river to be made of lava and not something cool and refreshing. You hadn’t realised you were thirsty until then. There was a rickety bridge that looked all too unsafe to cross, but with the help of Mark’s hand and encouraging words from Jackson, you made it to the other side, thankful to see ragged cliffs and peaks that were often depicted in books that you read. As you passed through a large archway you started to feel more eyes on you. There were hundreds, all turning from within the shadows to stare at the three of you, some curious, some menacing. You clung to Mark’s side for a bit, his smile comforting you somewhat. And then you saw it, the elevator you had ridden that night. Rushing ahead and crossing a stone bridge, you ignored the cries behind you, sliding to a stop when someone stepped out in front of you.

“Who is this delicious entity?” he spoke, smiling a toothy grin of daggers. You swallowed roughly; he seemed the epitome of danger.

Until he laughed. It was loud and piercing, much too juvenile to be truly frightening, though his smirk and smouldering eyes seemed out of place. It seemed like demons where full of misconstruing appearances to you.

“Bam, you already know who she is,” Mark said exasperatedly as he reached your side and gave you a reproachful stare. “And you know that if you so much as lay a finger on her, he’ll cut you into shreds.”

“It’s tempting.”

“It took you two hundred years to get back to this shape after your last mishap,” Jackson reminded and Bam growled in frustration.

“Always the gatekeeper, never the fun. Why doesn’t anyone ever stop to have a glass of wine with me, huh?”

“I will,” Jackson agreed, eying you both and nodding to the elevator as he slung an arm around Bam. “Do you have any meat? It’s been awhile since I’ve been treated to a meal.”

“After smiting you for eating with me last time, are you sure you want to go against Jinyoung’s judgement?” Bam asked with a laugh and Jackson’s shoulders bounced as he joined in the pleasant sound.

“That bastard’s done well to secure himself up there away from Hell, cunning demon that he is. I’m waiting for the day they realise he’s nothing but a fake.”

There was a loud crack of thunder suddenly and Jackson screamed.

“Always testing his luck,” Mark muttered as he took you over to the elevator and opened the door. He helped you inside and looked at the panel before pressing a number. “You might want to hold on.”

“Why, last time it was--”

You couldn’t finish your sentence as it suddenly took off, and you fell to the floor with a thud, your eyes wide as you tried to make sense of this death trap. Mark leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest, seemingly unaffected except for the tightness in his jaw. You attempted to get to your feet but it was far too dizzying and so you remained on the floor until the elevator stopped with a ding.

The doors opened and you weren’t possibly as ready as you thought you would be. The ride up had completely disorientated you, and you had almost forgotten why you had joined Mark and Jackson in this journey across Hell to get to here.

But his eyes found yours immediately, their deep onyx showing flames of anticipation. His hand was soon held out and you reached over to grab it, allowing Jaebum to pull you to your feet.

He existed. He was real. And he was holding you.

“Well, my job here is done, right?” Mark’s voice cut through the reunion and he smirked, not even affected by the glare Jaebum was giving him. “I hope to see you around, Princess.”

The elevator departed, and you watched it leave before you turned back to the gaze that hadn’t left you once. “Princess?”

“It’s been a long trip,” you admitted, waving off the nickname with a smile. Jaebum’s eyes widened at your gesture, his features softening and having a boyish charm to them. You watched as his eyes crinkled up in enjoyment from your smile before he realised where he was and all the eyes that could be watching him, the Devil himself, itching to smile at you.

“Come,” he instructed, leading you down a path and into your favourite place. The lair hadn’t changed much. The fire still roared in the fireplace with such energy that you knew it couldn’t be without magic. His armchair was still positioned in front of it, though there was a second one beside it now, and you eyed it happily. You knew it was for you.

Jaebum seemed apprehensive, watching you roam around his special place, your eyes not meeting his once. You could feel him boring a hole into the side of your face, but you perused his belongings a little more, wanting to relish in this moment. Finally you turned to him and he allowed himself to smile.

To say the Devil was beautiful in that moment was an understatement. You were overwhelmed with his big grin, enveloped in a rush of feelings that led you right back into his arms. You couldn’t tell if the smile fell from his lips at your forwardness then but he didn’t hesitate to hold you gently to himself either.

“I missed you,” you told him and he sighed deeply. “I didn’t know if you were real or not.”

“You did know, I visited you as much as I could,” he replied earnestly and you glanced up with confusion. His eyes were warmer than they had ever been. “Your dreams. I’m bound to this realm for all of eternity except for one night every two years. But I have other ways of reaching people if I need to.”

“So all that time…” He nodded. “I wasn’t crazy after all.”

Jaebum laughed and you smiled at the sound. He shook his head at you. “Oh, you are more than just crazy. You’re impetuous, and not at all what I expected when I brought you here the first time. God only knows if I hadn’t of sent Mark to you what could have happened.”

“So maybe I was a little crazy,” you retorted and Jaebum gave you a look. You blushed. “Okay, completely insane. Because of you.”

Jaebum sighed shakily then, admonishing you with his gaze. “What have you done to me?”

“It can’t be any worse than me, a mere mortal walking into Hell for you.”

“And when will you leave?” he asked, sizing up your lips, moistening his own as he continued to focus there. “Will you leave me again?”

“Do I have to?” you breathed and his lips were on yours, passionate, unbridled, and demanding. It felt fitting given how gentle he had been with you up until now. It wasn’t long until he showed you into another room that you hadn’t seen last time, blindly falling onto the large bed within it.

You had been completely seduced by the Devil as long as the night wore on. Which, given your information about this realm, could have been days long. You were exhausted and fell into an equally long slumber, full of travelling around Hell at Jaebum’s side, helping ease his burdens with ideas that he hadn’t yet thought of, and using kindness to dispel the frustrations of the many souls. You continued until they called you Queen, which was fitting since he was the King of Demons, and your King.

Your Jaebum.

As you opened your eyes, you groaned heavily to find yourself back in your bedroom. It wasn’t as warm as Jaebum’s lair, and you shivered immediately.

A sense of déjà vu succumbed the room as you darted around, trying to decipher something, anything to guide you away from the stress that was building. It was then when your eyes found it, the mark upon your wrist. It was small, but it hadn’t been there before. You fingered the little cross; smiling to yourself at how ironic his mark had been on you. There was a knock at your bedroom door and you glanced at it, lifting your blankets up as it soon opened.

Mark grinned. “Now, I know I’m not the Devil himself, but I’m sure you’re glad to know it’s not a dream much more quickly, huh?”

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

“Something to do with up above. You were being too good for Hell.” He sighed dramatically as he handed you a cup of coffee and then watched you apprehensively. “I don’t really know what I’m doing in a kitchen.”

You spluttered at how sweet the drink was, and then laughed happily, taking another sip all the same. It was just like Mark to be this way. “How do we get back?”

“Well, there are a few options,” Mark said, coming to sit down on the end of your bed. He then let out another sigh, following it up with a pout. “But he said that whatever it was that we did this time, your heart still had to be beating in your chest. I don’t know about you, but this whole keeping a fragile human alive is exhausting. Jaebum needs to find a better kink than a beating heart.”

You hissed at his approach and Mark laughed.

“Should we try up above then?” you questioned, and Mark raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you know someone up there?”

“A couple actually. Jinyoung’s not half as bad as Jackson makes him out to be. And there’s a guy who is literally like sunshine too.”

“Sunshine, you know someone that pure?”

Mark snorted. “He’s like sunshine. But he’s far more wicked than all of us combined. Youngjae would be a good asset to have on our side when trying to win over the Gods to allow you back to Hell.”

“Well then, how do we get to Youngjae?” you asked as you threw back your blankets.

“Won’t you miss all this, Princess? Your family?” Mark stared at you for a moment and you ceased your movements, thinking to your parents that had raised you so well. But this world didn’t need your help. Not like Hell did.

Smiling softly, you looked at your new friend, the only one you still allowed to call you Princess, and Mark was unable to hide his own lips curling up to mirror your action. “I can visit them, right?”

“I mean, a living person down with Lucifer himself couldn’t maintain that position for very long, so I guess you could say it would be easy to just tell them you’re moving away for work.”

“Come on then,” you said brightly, gesturing for him to leave so you could get dressed. Mark smirked but stepped over the threshold after eying your bare legs from the edge of your tee appreciatively. “Once I’m ready, we’ll go try those up above. He’s waiting for our return.”

You knew you would do all it would take to get back to Jaebum, taking on Gods and all.

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Chapter 7

The next morning Princess wakes Mark up early despite his reluctance. The only thing that got him up was, “okay fine, lay here. I’m gonna go and see Jinyoung.”

And like that Mark was up and ready, pulling princess out the door. She drove them to what will the the old HQ only for Mark to find that nobody was awake. At least it seemed that way, as Mark and Princess make their ways through the place the see light coming from the computer lab.

They make their way inside, but cautiously. Mark knows that as much as Jinyoung loves his lab he prefers sleeping in his bed a lot more.

The princess suddenly stops, her fingers woven between Mark's - halting him as if a gust of wind blew him. Mark looks behind him and she's the princess's shoulders rise and fall with eyes looking this way and that as if following an invisible thread pattern. And just as quickly, she releases a breath.

"It's just Jinyoung."

"How do you know that? We haven't even gone two steps." Mark asks her.

"I just do. Relax or you'll get wrinkles," she pats Mark's cheeks, moving past him to enter the room. As Mark follows behind he notices Jinyoung in the lab with boxes upon boxes all around. This made him smirk with devilish delight.

"Mark, what are you doing?" The princess whispers.

"Having a little fun."

"Fun? How?"

"I'm gonna lay Jinyoung's body in the table and surround him with boxes."

"Your gonna wake him up if you touch him."

"I'll be careful."

"Mark, I can honestly say you won't be able to lay a finger on Jinyoung without him waking up. Let along be able to carry him onto the table."

"It's Jinyoung he takes forever to get out of bed so what's the difference?"

"The difference my delusional mate is that Jinyoung is the type to wake up on his own. If you touch him while he sleeps he'll probably unconsciously punch you in the throat and then laugh when you tell him."

"Seriously? I've never seen him do that, but then again I know even Jaebeom won't attempt to wake Jinyoung up. He just tells Jinyoung to be up at a certain time and Jinyoung's up already." Mark sighs, annoyed that his little game was ruined.

“Hey all I said was don’t touch him. I didn’t say we weren’t going to prank Jinyoung.”

Realization hit Mark like a bus,

but he was still able to smile like the little devil he is.

“Mark, your horns are showing.” The princess says, but her words only make Mark’s smile bigger.

“So sweetheart, how are you going to prank Jinyoung?” he asks as he surprises her with a back hug. That took the princess by surprised, but she didn’t show it.

“Like this.” The princess brings her hands up to level with her shoulders, which makes Jinyoung hover midair.

The princess leans back into Mark making him rest his head in her shoulder. With the air surrounding Jinyoung’s unconscious body, the princess pushes it, maneuvering it, over the table.

“Quietly move the boxes babe.” The princess instructs and Mark goes about his task. He tries to go as fast as he can and there were a few times Mark would hit something; making a slight sound. The princess holds in a laugh behind covered lips and puts a finger up to signal Mark to be quieter.

Mark was making too much noise and so the princess puts her arms down to help Mark - leaving Jinyoung midair.

“You can do that?” Mark mouths as he point to Jinyoung’s limp levitating body.

The princess simply nods then signals Mark to hurry. So that’s what they did. When the table was cleared the Princess sets Jinyoung on it, gently. Then Mark starts arranging the boxes around Jinyoung’s body. When he was done, Mark stepped back to admire their handy work.

“They’re empty right?” Mark nods as a reply to the princess’s questions about the boxes. “Good.”

Suddenly the princess brings her arms up again, but this time she puts them in front of her only to have them separate; her right goes up then the left down. Mark was amazed as water appeared out of no where!

The princess moves her hands this way and that, making the water move to above Jinyoung’s body. Then she lowers the water to just a centimeter about Jinyoung’s nose. You can literally see the water ripple with each breath that Jinyoung takes. Then the princess brings her arms down and weaves her fingers with Mark’s once again.

“We better go find Jaebeom. He’s bound to be up soon if he isn’t already. I don’t want to be here when the barrier holding the water breaks. It’s meant to break if someone touches it.”

“And I thought my idea as bad.” Mark says as they leave the lab.

“No offense babe, but your joke was lame. Just bordering him with boxes? Seriously?”

“Yeah okay, it was a little lame.”

“Yeah just like your a little jealous of Jinyoung being hand chosen to be my husband before.”

[got7-texts]

hmm, 2youngjae supernatural au?? thanx

Idk if this is what you meant, but my mind went straight to this supernatural au that I wrote about forever ago. And then I assumed 2YoungJae is the trip of Jaebum, Jinyoung, and Youngjae. Sorry if this is different than what you wanted ^^”

recap: jinyoung is a fallen angel, jaebum is a demon/the prince of hell, and youngjae is their adopted werewolf child

yea i know it’s crazy up in here

so yea, they all live in a cottage not too far from the city while waiting for Youngjae to heal after they find him

jinyoung is very caring over youngjae and treats him like his son

being a angel previously, he never got to come to earth

so he’s happy to be able to care for someone else

since he still has a bit of healing power left, even as a fallen angel

jaebum is super weary at the beginning about youngjae’s presence

he just sees him as a nuisance

but over time, he starts to warm up to the little werewolf

because come on, he’s adorable, how can you not love him?!

the trio will go into town from time to time

jinyoung will show youngjae all of the cool human things that he himself just learned only a short while ago

and youngjae will be floored at all of the food and smells of the market

he always ends up asking jaebum if he can buy a small toy for him

and jaebum always initially says no

but then after seeing the adorably sad face of youngjae

jaebum just groans and says okay before patting youngjae’s head and telling him to get whatever he wants

cause jaebum is still a rich ass prince of hell

overall, it’s a loving, strange, family that everyone low-key loves

[woossexyponytail]

Updates !!!

The nature of the beast.

Part 18 will be out 11th March, I’m carrying on with this for a while so it’s not finishing anytime soon.

Undead.

I’m going to start Wrighting chapter 4 Afterlife so that will be out soon.

Vampire Academy.

The next part of VA will be out soon I want to try to finish VA this month or at least at the beginning of April.

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[grumpywaterfalls]

Dreams of the Ocean

Dreams of the Ocean by TheFluffiestSheep

Got7/JJ Project

Length: 17,243 (in progress)

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Jaebum/Jinyoung; side-pairing: Jackson/Mark

Author Summary: 

Merman Jinyoung loves to take care of the children of the colony, but with the approaching mating season, will he fulfill his dream of having a family of his own?

[jungkxook]

—moonstruck. (m)

⟶ pairing: taehyung x reader

⟶ genre: werewolf!taehyung au / arranged marriage au / smut with a sprinkle of fluff

⟶ words: 7,421

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: in hindsight, being friends with a pack of werewolves and, thus, suddenly being thrown into a world of supernatural furries and other inhuman beings isn’t something you would recommend but it was too late to back out now, especially when you consider the fact that apparently you’re now being “hunted” and the only way to save you is to be mated with taehyung. whatever that means.

⟶ warnings: multiple smut scenes, first time (virgin!taehyung), clumsy sex, soft and gentle sex, sort of rough sex, all the sex, cunnilingus, riding, hair pulling, knotting, buckets of cum, biting kink, slight impregnation kink, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ disclaimer: first fic back after a long hiatus and i’m suddenly v nervous to post this!! also this is shamelessly and 100% inspired by an episode of the show outlander (to be exact, the wedding episode). i couldn’t help myself!! 

“Are you serious right now?”

In hindsight, being friends with a pack of werewolves and, thus, suddenly being thrown into a world of supernatural furries and other inhuman beings isn’t something you would recommend but it was too late to back out now, especially when you consider the fact that apparently you’re now being “hunted.” Whatever that means.

Had you heard yourself speak a year ago before meeting Taehyung and having your life turned upside down, you would have surely thought you were insane, and you would have definitely thought Taehyung is insane, and the rest of his friends who are, subsequently, now yours ━ each of whom are all currently splayed out before you in Namjoon’s spacious country-side home with similar grave looks staring back at you.

“Dead serious,” Hoseok takes the liberty of breaking the odd silence saturating the kitchen. He’s made it a point to be on time for once, which you consider great and all if it wasn’t basically to dispute your current death sentence. “Always thought Jaebum’s pack were sons of bitches ━ glad to know it’s still true.”

“Hoseok,” Yoongi scolds. “Be a little more compassionate.”

“Am I wrong?” Hoseok refutes.

From off to the side, Jimin pushes himself forward with a frustrated groan, shaking his head. “Tae, I told you this was a dumb fucking idea ━ bringing Y/N into the pack━”

“I didn’t think this would happen,” Taehyung protests hotly. He’s leaning against the wall somewhere behind you, arms crossed over his chest and a deep frown darkening his face.

“How could you not think this would happen?” Jungkook retorts bitterly.

“Shut up, Jungkook.”

“She’s a human,” Jungkook says. “Jaebum wants her gone, but if he were to get his hands on her, then who knows what could happen━”

“I said shut up, Jungkook,” Taehyung snarls, an odd vehement tone dripping from his every word that is out of the place for the usually tranquil boy. Jungkook’s mouth clamps shut at once, though you suspect it’s not to do with defeat more so than because he’s the newest addition to the pack and, while Namjoon is their leader (or Alpha, as you’ve heard being thrown around before), Taehyung was something of a second-in-command. You could only imagine the consequences of crossing either Namjoon or Taehyung within the pack.

“Hold on a second,” You try to sputter for air, lungs wheezing. Your mind has since been spinning, struggling to keep up. At first you thought they were joking when they had told you, but now you were beginning to understand the severity at the very least. “I’m being hunted? Why?”

Now, Namjoon looks from Taehyung, then to you, and back again. Taehyung hesitates to answer at first, and Jungkook scowls. “Well, tell her, Tae. You dragged her into this mess. She deserves to hear it from you.”

As you twist in your seat to look up at Taehyung, your eyes locking briefly with his, the boy grimaces and then has to look away. He takes a deep breath before responding. “Okay, look. You know that pack I told you about? Jaebum’s?”

You nod, though the memory is vague. You’ve heard the name in passing before, but you could only gather that there was some sort of animosity between his and Taehyung’s pack.

“He found out about you, and I don’t know how,” Taehyung explains. “And now he wants you gone, and he’ll do anything to see it through.”

You blink once, dumbfounded. Terrified, even. Taehyung can certainly hear it in your voice and it makes him flinch again, as if being striked across the face. “Why?”

“Because you’re not one of us,” Taehyung says. “Because you’re human. When I first told you about us, I was risking everything. It’s uncommon for one of us to bring a human into the pack just because, and often even frowned upon. There’s a fear you’ll expose us to the human world or the hunters. Jaebum’s threatening to start war if we don’t deal with this situation ourselves.”

It’s only then that the dread begins to creep upon you, chilling you to the bone. “Deal with it… how?”

“The ultimatum is either kill you ourselves, or give you over to Jaebum to deal with, as a sort of peace offering,” Namjoon says carefully.

“Which probably also results in death,” Hoseok points out morbidly.

Jin scoffs. “Or worse.”

“Is there any option that doesn’t result in death?” You ask warily. At this, the group falls silent once more.

“Well, there is one.” Namjoon glances fleetingly around at his brethren, then sighs. “You become one of us.”

“I━” You stammer, face suddenly hot. “You mean, like, a werewolf?”

“I mean, a wedding.”

“A wedding?” You gasp. “How is that going to save me?”

“Not a wedding like you think,” Namjoon says. “More of a bonding. A handfasting. Right now, as a human, you’re vulnerable and exposed. We have no claim over you. But if you become one of us ━ without being turned ━ then Jaebum shouldn’t be able to touch you.”

Slowly, you begin to piece together the fragment of your dilemma. “Marry who?”

A beat of silence passes amongst the group in which time you spot Namjoon nod in the direction of Taehyung’s figure beyond you, a wordless yet clear gesture. Suddenly, a stubborn warmth of a blush pinches at your cheeks. You wonder if they can notice, if Taehyung can notice. You start, “Taehyung━?”

“He offered to be the one,” Namjoon says. “And Jaebum knows Taehyung’s role in the pack. If he knows you’re mated to Tae, Jaebum would be absolutely insane to try and come for you. It’s the only way, Y/N, and it ensures your safety.”

“Marrying Taehyung?” You ask shrilly, voice dangerously thin. “How is marrying Taehyung going to ensure my safety?”

“It’s not just a marriage,” Jimin explains.

But of course you already know this, werewolf laws a strange and intricate jumble of rules that you’ve long since grown accustomed to. When he speaks next, you already know it’s much more than a marriage; and, when he speaks next, you fear you’ve already had your fate decided for you.

“It’s not just a marriage,” Namjoon repeats, matter-of-fact, “because we’re making you Taehyung’s mate.”

“You didn’t have to do this.”

You try not to think about it. Admittedly, marrying your friend who you have only known for a year isn’t something you had been expecting. But, as Namjoon had explained it, it wasn’t necessarily a legal unification between you and Taehyung, though you suppose it’s as valid now as any marriage with the ritualistic handfasting ceremony making it official. That, and you favoured living to see another day instead of becoming a werewolf’s next meal or ripped to shreds by one.

Only a day after your conversation with the boys of Taehyung’s pack, you’ve come to your ultimate decision which has led you to where you are now, returning to Namjoon’s home for a wedding. Your wedding. You hadn’t very long to decide your own fate anyway, with the boys grimly warning you it was now or never. But you trust them, despite this crazed ludicrous situation you find yourself in ━ and you trust Taehyung more than anything, your friendship with him having quickly blossomed into something so sincerely profound over the year that you’ve known him.

If you’re being honest, Namjoon’s pack had at least made an effort for the occasion because despite how unconventional it is, it was still a celebration. A celebration for your marriage, and a celebration for their hopeful victory over Jaebum. Still, the underlying threat of the evening remains, made more prevalent by the fact that it was required to invite at least another pack (of which you’ve met the leader, Jisoo, a handful of times before) as witnesses. It’s a simple ceremony too, quaint and cute if you weren’t clinging to life. You had made it a point to dress up, digging a pretty white dress from the depths of your closet with flowing butterfly-like sleeves; Taehyung had forgone a suit but was still handsomely dressed too, leaving you to feel like less of an idiot. Namjoon had officiated it, standing before you and Taehyung as you held one another’s hand, wrapped delicately in ribbon, listening to the vows being proclaimed that talked about true love, and the passion and yearning involved.

When the handfasting finally draws to a close, you’re shoved into a room alone with Taehyung for a moment of privacy by Hoseok, who can be heard quipping wolfishly, “Get it over with quick!” before vanishing behind the closed door. You wager he’s left to join with the rest of the festivities outside where, no doubt, every werewolf is currently drinking themselves blind.

Finally alone with Taehyung, a saturated silence fills the air that has you wringing your hands anxiously in front of you. You sit on the edge of the bed in the center of the room. “What other choice was there, Tae?”

Taehyung takes a moment to respond, and even he knows the thought is a useless one when it crosses his mind before voicing it aloud. “We could have ran away.”

“How far would we get?” You sigh. Still, the sorrow earnest in his voice and riddling his face is enough to make you look up at him sympathetically. “I’m no use to you if Jaebum or someone worse finds us by ourselves. Besides, the boys need you.”

“No, you need me,” Taehyung insists. “Jungkook’s right. I dragged you and the pack into this mess. It’s my responsibility to fix this.”

He drags his feet towards the bed, then flops down onto his back on the mattress. A troubled groan punctuates the air, and you sneak a glance behind you to see him rubbing warily at his eyes.

You decide now would be the best time to ask the one question that has been on your mind since the night before when you were sitting in Namjoon’s kitchen to discuss Jaebum’s scorn. “Is that why… Is that why you offered to be my mate?”

“Yes,” Taehyung admits meekly. “Sort of. Think we’d all rather it be me than Joon, anyway.”

You don’t argue with this. The reasons as to why it had to be Taehyung satisfied you well enough. That, and aside from having befriended the pack over the months, you’re much closer to Taehyung than you are with the others.

“So…” You trail off, clearing your throat. At this point, you’re simply speaking for the sake of filling the void. “What now?”

Taehyung shrugs. He looks around the room. “Nothing.”

“Well, what did Hoseok mean just now? Get what over with?”

“Erm━” Taehyung opens his mouth, as if preparing to explain, then decides otherwise. “It’s nothing.”

“Taehyung, we literally just got married and you’re already keeping secrets from me,” You retort. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he insists. “It’s just that… Well…” He sits up from the bed, meeting your curious gaze. “This was essentially a mating, and every mating needs to be seen through to the end to be considered valid. The pack can tell when it’s… uh… done.”

Oh.

Now it hits you. It’s the way he awkwardly trails off, hand ruffling through his long locks, that has you immediately understanding what he’s trying to imply. You gawk upward at him. “Are you asking me to sleep with you?”

Suddenly, Taehyung looks flustered and he shakes his head frantically. “I mean, they expect it, but I would never force it on you.” Then, he straightens up, as if captivated by a newfound confidence. The smallest of smirks dances upon his lips that you don’t miss. “Besides, I never said it had to be between you and me. As long as they can sense it, I’d say your hand would do just fine instead ━ but you have all night for that.”

“Oh my god.”

The smirk widens into a devious look now. “You said you wanted honesty.”

As he dissolves into a fit of stifled chuckles, you scowl but you wager it’s mostly an attempt to hide the frazzled look on your face. Then, hurrying to change the topic, ask, “Is every mating like that then?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung admits. “If two mates want to stay together forever, they complete the process with marking, usually by a bite. It strengthens the mating bond.”

Taehyung notices you squirm in your spot, crossing your knee over the other and squeezing your thighs together. He can sense you’re uncomfortable, understandably with your current situation, but can’t quite pinpoint what else seems to make you sit so rigidly.

“What was it like for you?” He decides to ask. “The handfasting?”

The question takes you by surprise, though his sincere intrigue makes you smile smally to yourself. “I’ve never experienced anything like that before, but it was… It was nice.” You think back to nearly an hour ago, and the way Taehyung had looked standing before you. While you were marrying him out of necessity, there was something candidly beautiful about the entire ceremony. At the very least, you were glad it had been with Taehyung of all people. “Can I be honest with you, Tae?”

“Of course,” Taehyung says. “At this point, you can pretty much tell me anything. Don’t think anything’s as shocking as coming out as a werewolf.”

An innocent giggle bubbles at your throat. Suddenly, you look sheepish. “I might have had one too many glasses of wine before coming.”

“Ah.” Despite the interested hum of noise, he looks genuinely entertained. “So you’re drunk?”

“Not quite. Pleasantly buzzed,” You say. “Well, can you blame me? The occasion called for it considering a bunch of wolves want to kill me and I’m being arranged into a marriage.”

“So you don’t remember anything about your own wedding?”

You pull a face, though Taehyung gathers it’s because of the blunt mention of the word. “I do. Just… not all of it. Some things are clearer than others, but I think that’s mostly because I was nervous.”

“I remember every moment,” Taehyung muses thoughtfully. “I remember seeing you there, in your dress, and everything felt right despite it all.” His stare hardens in that moment, as if probed by the harsh reminder of the reasoning behind the night in the first place. “You know I’ll do anything to keep you safe, right? We haven’t had time to sit back and talk it over but you really do mean the world to me.”

A muffled groan eclipses your lips. You dig the heels of your palms against your eyes as you bemoan, “Don’t say those kinds of things, Tae.”

“Why?”

“Because… Because…” Your eyes shoot open, though suddenly you refuse to meet his curious wandering gaze.

But Taehyung doesn’t even need you to finish your thought. You wonder if it’s one of the many keen abilities possessed by these shapeshifters or if it’s simply a Taehyung thing, being that he’s quickly become one of your closest friends over the year that you’ve known him.  

“You’re still nervous,” he hums as delicately as possible. It’s not an accusation, but a simple fact of the matter. He pushes himself to sit on the edge of the bed beside you, leaving an appropriate amount of space between the two of you. “Are you nervous because of me?”

“No.”

“That’s a lie,” Taehyung snorts. When you don’t respond immediately, a small inkling of a doubt makes him question apprehensively, “Are you scared of me then? I wouldn’t blame you, especially after everything that’s been going on━”

“What?” You finally turn to look at him, a look of incredulousness contorting your face. “No! No, I’m not scared of you, Tae. I could never be scared of you.” You don’t dare turn to face him, instead keeping your eyes fixed on your hands as you continue. “You make me nervous, but not in a bad way. Does that make any sense?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it does.” When you chance a look at him, you find him smiling softly to himself. “It’s the same way I felt when I saw you earlier tonight.”

Your heart quickens in pace against your chest, and you’re almost positive he can surely hear it. Now, you finally lift your timid stare to meet his pensive look, and you have to bite back the smile that threatens to form on your face. He looks distracted, though not in a way where his mind is elsewhere entirely; instead, he seems besotted, dark eyes shimmering gently, and there’s a palpable shift of energy in the atmosphere.

Without even realizing it, the pair of you begin to gravitate towards one another, leaning in close enough to shorten the distance between the two of you. You pause, lingering near enough to feel his warm breath fanning against your neck. He can’t help himself, and reaches out with his hand to brush his fingers along your shoulder to the base of your throat, sending chills down your spine. His hand comes to rest against your neck, fingers stretching outward to cradle the back of your head. He guides you toward him this time, closer and closer.

“Taehyung…” You whisper.

He stops at once, clamps his mouth shut and squeezes his eyes closed. His restraint seems to be not without labour, judging by the sobering small shake of his head, and the way he leans his forehead against yours, tendons in his jaw fluttering as he clenches his teeth. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t.”

“I want you to.”

He’s startled when you’re the one that moves first, catching his lips onto yours. He’s unmoving at first, basking in the feel and taste of your mouth smoothing over his. It’s slow, steady, but then he’s craning his neck to deepen the kiss and something feverish overtakes the both of you. You clamber onto his lap at once, swinging one leg over his and settling back onto him, your dress bunching up at your thighs. He’s taken aback for a moment, though his hands instinctively come to grip at your waist and you try not to focus on how large and warm they feel, burning against the material of your dress. In fact, every inch of him radiates a thermal energy that is both comforting and excites you. You chase his lips, yearning for another kiss, but he hesitates at the last moment, jerking his head away. He doesn’t move very far at first, then he drops his head into the crook of your neck. His nose burrows against the base of your throat, his lips brushing against your skin as he moves along your neck to your shoulder, then back again. You can tell he’s holding himself back, not quite allowing himself to enjoy this. To enjoy you.

“You said we have all night, didn’t you?” You rasp. “So why not start now?”

“I also said it didn’t have to be between you and me if you didn’t want it to be.” Taehyung finds his voice at long last, however hoarse it may be. You’re already driving him crazy, just by your smell alone. “Are you sure? You said you wanted honesty, so be honest with me, Y/N. Don’t just say it’s because it has to be done. I don’t want you to regret anything.”

“Well, don’t you want this?” You question.

“Fuck, yes.” He groans against your neck. Something feral seems to stir within him, and you can feel his canines bare against your skin. “But only if you do.”

You aren’t quite sure what seems to possess you all of a sudden. He’s intoxicating, you think. Your hands tug at his hair now, desperation wearing your own voice thin. “Yes, Tae. Please. I want you inside me so badly.”

Finally, he presses his mouth against your throat, tonguing hot open-mouthed kisses there. His grip tightens around your waist, tugging you harder against him, and the feeling of him growing harder against your inner thigh in a matter of seconds has you both enraptured by a newfound heated ferocity.

Grasping at a moment of clarity, you ask meekly, “Isn’t this your first time?”

“Is it that obvious?”

You want to tell him anything but, the way his hands and lips move across you an indicator of that. “I thought you wolves are all about sex. Don’t you, like, go into heat or something?”

It’s a feeble attempt at a snarky joke, judging by the way your lips unfurl into a languid smirk. “Typically. But I never wanted sex for the sake of fucking. The boys make fun of me all the time for it.”

You snicker, but the delightful noise is lost in a simper as he continues to kiss upward to the underside of your jaw. He grips tightly at your waist and moves, shifting the two of you around, until your back is splayed out on the edge of the bed and he’s hovering directly over you.

“Taehyung…” He grunts in response, though you don’t blame him for not responding. The way his cock bulges against your core now, the way you press your hips up into his instinctively, is enough to drive you insane, let alone the boy. Still, you manage to rasp, “Tae, just don’t bite me. Promise me.”

“I won’t,” he assures, though now he certainly seems preoccupied. He inhales deeply, nostrils flaring, and whines aloud, “God, I can already smell you. So fucking good.”

His head falls into the crook of your neck as his hips dig harshly into yours in a way that makes you aware of what his words seem to mean. Slick arousal already begins to form between your legs, pooling into a mess on your underwear that has you squirming beneath him. The thought of him being able to smell you makes your face heat, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He kisses down to your collarbones, then, without warning, flips you over at once. Rough hands grasp at your waist, pulling you to your knees and your ass off the edge of the bed. As he fumbles to tear your panties from your hips, then lifts the skirt of your dress up with one hand, he hurries to undo his belt and the button of his pants with the other.

“Wait, Tae━” You gasp. Before he can push himself into you, you heave yourself up with your hands and twist just enough to place your palm above his waist on his abdomen, stopping him in his place. “What are you doing?”

“What’s wrong?” he asks, brows creasing with concern. “Isn’t this how it’s done? I’m not totally helpless.”

You bite back your abrupt grin, swallowing your amusement when you realize he’s genuinely confused. It’s hard to grasp how he can look so innocent even despite his leaking cock still in his hand. “Well, yeah, but not always.”

“I just thought it was like how dogs go at it, y’know?” Taehyung says. “The guys all seem to say so anyway.”

You can’t help it now when this newfound information has you keeling over with laughter. You’re fortunate he doesn’t seem offended by your delight, instead grinning sheepishly to himself as he watches you wipe tears away from your eyes.

“What?” he asks promptly, and then as if to nudge you back to reality, tightens his grip on your waist and yanks you towards him gingerly. Pressing his front flush against your back, he catches your ear lobe between his teeth and nibbles on it.

“Then I feel sorry for their mates,” You manage to choke out. “It’s not bad, but I want to be able to see you the first time around. It’s better that way. More intimate.”

You squirm out from beneath him, turning to face him properly. Still sprawled out before him, you prop yourself up on your elbow and then reach out with your other hand to grab at his face and pull him down to you.

“Noted,” he hums into your mouth. “Anything else I should know?”

“Nothing that I can think of at the moment,” You admit, though maybe that’s simply because your mind is spinning at the sight of his length.

He’s much, much bigger than you imagined, tip irritated and swollen red already, glistening with precum as he swipes his palm over himself a handful of times. You hike your dress up further around your waist as he guides himself towards you.

“Stop me if it hurts,” he says.

You nod, though you trust him well enough to know he’ll treat you right in the best way possible. As he pushes the tip of his length against your folds and into you, your reactions are almost immediate. He ceases above you, face scrunching up at the feeling of your slickness around him. You notice his furrowed brows, the way he bares his teeth. A guttural growl sounds deep within his chest that has you shuddering in anticipation.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans. “You’re so fucking wet. You take me so well, baby. I don’t think I’ll last long.”

“Don’t care,” You whimper. “Just wanna feel you.”

He pushes himself in further, slowly and carefully, inch-by-inch, in just a way that has the both of you feeling how he stretches you open every single step of the way. You wonder how much further you can go until he’s stopping, bottoming out within you. He sputters for air, collapsing against your chest entirely as you fall back onto the bed. He waits just enough for you to adjust to the girth of his weight in you, then rolls his hips into yours. Then again, and again, until he’s grinding into you with such measured and deep strokes that you melt beneath him entirely. You kick your legs up to wrap around his waist, head lolling back at the feeling of his mouth sucking against your throat.

“I’m gonna━” His voice splinters off then into an abrupt cry. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum━”

He’s quick to dissolve into shambles, grunting and moaning every time you clench around him and every thrust of his hips. Just when you think you’ve lost yourself to the moment, he cums much faster than you thought and entirely unexpected for him too, in hot waves that have you still writhing beneath him. When he’s spent, his weight falls slack against you, crushing you beneath him but in a comforting manner. It’s silently peaceful for a few moments as he settles, heart thundering in his chest and against yours. Your fingers smooth over his sweaty long locks, scratching at his head. Then━

“That was terrible, wasn’t it?” he mutters wretchedly.

“Not terrible,” You confess. “What was that? Three minutes, top? For your first time, I’m honestly surprised you lasted more than a minute.”

“Fuck off.” His fingers poke at your sides teasingly as you burst out into laughter. He lifts his head to meet yours, perhaps a little embarrassed. “Don’t tell the guys. They’ll never let me live it down.”

“Doesn’t matter,” You hum, tracing your finger down to his lips. “We can practice whenever you want. I’ll make you into a lover so good, you’ll want me to brag to them.”

“Practice, huh?” His eyes sparkle mischievously. He pulls himself from your core and you hiss at the sudden loss, tugging at his chest as if to keep him close to you but he seems to have other plans. “Why stop now?”

You watch him curiously. “Easy there, boy. Don’t wear yourself out.”

“Well, I have to make it up to you,” he points out. “Especially on your wedding night. It’s only fair. What kind of lousy mate would I be to call it a night without having you cum on my face?”

“Romantic.” You roll your eyes but you marvel at the way you had shuddered at the word only moments ago and now, under such a different circumstance, the way he utters it makes your heart flutter in your chest. “Is this the first time you’ve eaten a girl out?”

“I said I was a virgin,” he says. Your eyes stay trained on the boy as he shifts himself further down your body to wedge himself between your thighs, throwing one leg over his shoulder. He kisses at your navel, then down to your core. He takes his time as he reaches out with his fingers to swipe at your folds, admiring the way his cum leaks from you; then, with his forefinger, he wipes at a stray bead of his arousal and pushes it back into your cunt slowly. The simple action is enough to have your back arching off the bed, hands flying out to brace yourself by gripping at his hair. “I never said I didn’t know how to please a woman elsewhere.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Gladly.”

He sinks lower to your core and out of sight, leaving hot open mouthed kisses along the way. His finger never once leaves its spot within you, and instead is joined by another that spreads you wide in absence of his cock.

“Do you know how hard it is to focus on anything other than your beautiful cunt?” he asks, voice low and sultry. “From the moment I could smell you, I wanted a taste.”

His tongue probes against your clit, the wet muscle a sudden startle that has you slackening against him. He flicks it back and forth, mouth wrapping around the bundle of nerves and sucking hard. A moan threatens to fall from your lips but an intrusive thought crossing your mind has you swallowing it with much difficulty.

“Can’t the boys hear us from down there?” You ask. You wonder how the celebration for your “wedding” has unfolded over the night without you or Taehyung there, or if they even notice your prolonged absence.

“No.” His voice is a deep mumble, rattling you from your core outward. “We learn how to tune out sounds nearby unless we really want to pay attention. The new ones struggle a bit, though.”

He curls his fingers inside you, stretching them upward. You pant, “Isn’t Jungkook still new?”

You can feel his smirk unfurling against you even before he pokes his head up to look at you with devious, hooded eyes. “Yeah, well, it’s a bit of a hazing process.”

You hardly have time to register the thought, though it doesn’t matter much. You’re far too overwhelmed by the way Taehyung is making you feel to even care. He drops his mouth from your clit to your folds, tongue swirling against your aching core. He laps at your cunt like a mangy dog as his fingers continue to work within you. The further he burrows into you, the harder his nose digs against your clit and sends you over the edge. You try to hold on just a little longer but your core is already achingly sensitive from when his length had made it home.

“Cum for me,” he murmurs. “Don’t hold back, baby. Let me taste you.”

Fingers twisting in his hair, he growls roughly against you, basking in the way you mewl and moan his name. Time seems to blur and, before you know it, you’ve reached your high. You’re embarrassingly wet, soaking his chin and nose which glistens with a mixture of yours and his arousal. Taehyung doesn’t hold back, instead licking you clean of every last drop, a muffled moan of content emitting from him.

“So good,” he says. “All mine.”

When he finally pulls away from you, he licks at his lips as if not quite finished with your every taste. From where he sits, you’re an entire mess, brows scrunched in concentration, teeth tugging at your lower lip. Needy hands yank at his hair and he obliges, kissing his way up your body to meet your mouth. His tongue pokes through to lav at your lips and wedges itself beyond, and you suck delightfully at the taste of you and him mingling on it. His own hands caress your body, bringing you back down from your high gradually but you can still feel his straining dick against your thigh and it invigorates you even further despite the beginning hints of exhaustion starting to creep upon you.

“Want more,” Taehyung growls with a newfound intensity, catching you off guard. “Need your cunt. M’gonna make it mine. Need to make you mine. Gonna fill you with my cum till you’re bursting with my pups, how does that sound?”

Mind spinning, you nod eagerly at the thought. Your words form in the shape of a moan. “Yes, please.”

“Gotta get this dress off first,” he mutters, greedy palms wandering up beneath the hem of your dress.

You scurry to obey, helping him slide the dress off your arms and toss it away on the floor. He’s more than pleased to see that you had decided to forgo wearing a bra earlier in the day, and reaches out at once to grasp at your perked breasts in his large palm. He buries his face into your chest, catching one of your nipples between his teeth. He busies himself by marking your chest red with small nibbles until you grow impatient, tugging at the shirt he’s still wearing. He’s quick to oblige, shedding himself of his clothes; then, his nails are digging viciously into your hips as he flips the two of you over with incredible ease.

“Sit on my cock,” he snarls into your ear. “Need to feel you again.”

Legs weak from your past orgasm and the huskiness of his voice, you sidle onto his lap, tossing one thigh over his. He sits up to join you and helps push himself past your folds, though you finish by settling back on his length carefully until you’re filled to the brim. Despite already knowing what to expect from the first time around, you still shudder at the feeling, mouth unhinging as you roll your hips leisurely against his. He hardly strays from your body, instead continuing to kiss between the valley of your breasts and up to the underside of your jaw and back again. Fingers poke and prod at your body as they follow his lips, then grasp at your ass to push you closer to him each time you grind against him.

Just when you begin grinding against him in a new angle that makes you moan into his ear, a sudden noise startles the both of you but only just. It takes you both a moment to register it’s the sound of knocking on the other side of the bedroom door (that you can’t remember if Taehyung had locked, because you certainly hadn’t), followed by Jimin’s familiar voice. “Joon said he wanted us to check in on you!”

Taehyung immediately groans into your neck out of frustration, though you suspect it’s because your pace starts to stutter and not because of his bothersome friends.

“Taehyung,” You bite at your lip in an attempt to hide your moans. You tug at his hair, as if to portray what your words fail to do, but he can hear it plainly riddling your voice. The concern, and the sudden shyness, as if fearing Jimin may walk in. But part of you is thrilled at the thought, and judging by the way your unabashed cry of glee slips from your lips without much hiding is proof of that. “Oh, Tae━”

“Shit,” Taehyung’s muffled grunts of pleasure and the way his hips continue to dig into yours to meet your efforts makes you aware Jimin is the least of his current troubles. “Fucking hell━ Don’t stop.”

“Are you guys okay in there?” Now comes Hoseok’s voice, a little faint but undeniably there. Can they hear you? Do they care? They must know what’s happening beyond the door.

“They’re doing it on purpose. Fucking idiots,” Taehyung snarls as he slams his hips up into yours. A contented whimper falls from your mouth, and you cling to him tighter as you quicken your pace. Taehyung grabs at your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes fixed on him despite wandering to the door. “Look at you fucking yourself on me still even with them listening. Such a good girl, huh? So desperate for my cock, aren’t you? Gonna breed so well.”

You think Hoseok and Jimin give up and leave at some point, though you don’t recall when. Instead, in the next moment, something primitive seems to awaken in Taehyung once more and he’s shoving you onto your back on the bed. Kneeling before you, he pummels his hips into yours again and again until you’re only crying his name.

“Mine. All mine,” he growls. “Wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

So wearied from your first high, you tumble easily to your second, coming undone in a matter of seconds, spurred on by the lewd wet noises of his length thrusting into you.

“That’s it, baby,” he mutters, basking in the sound of your moans. “Fuck━ Let them all know who you belong to━”

But just when you think Taehyung has reached his own orgasm ━ sputtering for air and crescendoing in moans of your names, panting hot breath into your ear as he leans against your chest ━ he doesn’t. His thrusts become desperate and sloppy, bordering on frantic, that the soreness between your legs begins to burn. It’s an amalgamation of stubborn yet bearable pain and something harshly pleasant that has your head lolling back.

“What’s wrong?” You moan, blindly tugging at his hair. “Taehyung?”

“I can’t━” He cries out. “I can’t━ I’m so fucking hard, it hurts. I don’t know what’s wrong━”

Confused yet too tired to keep up, you reach out to smooth your fingers across his back. “It’s okay. Just let go, baby. Cum for me, Tae. Please.”

“I’m trying,” he chokes out. “I just can’t━”

Your mind works in a haze to understand what’s happening, but through it all you’re able to discern one reasonable thought. What had Taehyung said about matings and bonds? Aside from the obvious of sleeping with a mate, he had said that typically certain bonds require marking. But he had also said that marking proved to be almost irreversible, resulting in a connection so close that a pair of mates would be together forever. It was a troublesome concept to think about, especially when considering you didn’t think you were a fit match for Taehyung if only because you’re human.

But is that what he needed? The physical strain he puts himself under now to reach his high is almost unbearable to watch. So, you settle on a whim of a decision and conclude that you won’t think of any consequences until after the fact, only wanting to see the poor boy in relief.

“Tae,” You whisper. “What if you bite me?”

“I won’t,” Taehyung says through gritted teeth. His pace has slowed as he slumps against your chest in nearing defeat. “You told me not to.”

“I don’t care,” You retort. “Just bite me.”

He hesitates, lifting his gaze to look at you. When he sees your earnest zeal, he grimaces as if despising that this is his only option. Still, the look of relief that crosses his face is undeniably there. He presses his mouth against your throat, lips brushing faintly against your flesh as he grazes the smooth expanse for a spot, sharp canines poking against you. You brace yourself for the bite, though the pain isn’t as bad as you had thought. A sharp jolt runs down your spine as he sinks his teeth into your skin, and his reaction is immediate, crumbling into pitiful moans of glory.

“Fuck!” he wails. With one final slam of his hips into yours, he finally reaches his high and it’s unlike anything you have felt before. As if he begins to swell within you, his length pulsates as he cums in you to the point where you can’t help but feel so full. It overflows and leaks from your core and onto the sheets, a sticky mess that lingers even long after he’s done. Your mouth pops open at the foreign feeling, whimpering his name.

“I’m sorry,” he flinches. “I’m sorry, does it hurt?”

“No,” You manage to say. “It just… It feels so good━”

He sluggishly rides out the rest of his high until you both physically can’t take anymore. When he hears you hiss his name in a soft reminder, he apologizes once more. Then, as the room falls oddly silent, he slumps against you. He lavs his tongue over the fresh mark on your neck, the gentle motion alleviating the sting left behind. As Taehyung settles finally, he shifts his head to look up at you. You note the faint yellow hue lingering in his eyes, fading now.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. “We might have to stay like this for a while.”

“Can’t say I’m mad about that,” You croon sleepily. “You better draw me a bath after this.”

He laughs, rubbing gentle circles against your hips. “Of course. I’ll do anything for you.”

You believe him wholeheartedly when he says it, smiling against his mouth when he leans in for a kiss. His tender wandering hands over your body does wonders in calming your shrill heart, the stretch between your legs, and the bite on your neck. He nuzzles his face into your collarbones, the tip of his nose tickling against you. As your fingers rake through his hair and scratch at his head, he mewls in content.

“Is it always like that?” You ask through a stifled yawn. “You had so much energy, I could barely keep up.”

“No,” he admits groggily. “It’s only like that when you’re mated with someone.”

“What does that even mean anyway?” You ask. “To be mated with someone?”

“Well, it’s━ It’s not really a conscious decision. It sort of just happens,” Taehyung says. “It’s a connection. You gravitate towards one another. You can’t live without the other. We call it imprinting. Sometimes you’re mated to a person who doesn’t even want you, but those are rare instances.”

“So we’re the exception?”

“I thought we were,” Taehyung trails off now. He finally lifts his head to look at you, perhaps a little embarrassed. “I━ Well━ All of this, and especially the bite, doesn’t just happen ━ and definitely not with humans.”

“Oh.” You blush now, face warming under the boy’s introspective stare. “So you’re saying we’re…”

“I always thought there was a connection, but I didn’t think it meant this,” Taehyung murmurs to himself. “As crazy as it sounds, I think we were meant to be.”

“So the bite…”

You don’t finish your thought, instead already having pieced it together in your mind. It does sound crazy, but even you have felt it before. A strange connection to Taehyung, far more exceptional than simply having feelings for him. And the bite is what draws it all together, proving his point and your previous speculations about some sort of affection between the two of you.  

“Are you starting to regret this now?” Taehyung asks sheepishly, a weak attempt at a joke to what he had asked you earlier in the night.  

He braces himself, as if waiting for your outburst of annoyance or anger. To push him off of you and leave forever. But you do neither, instead reaching out to grasp at his face in both of your hands. You delicately lift his head, meeting his docile stare, entirely and utterly bewitched by him.

“No,” You say earnestly. “I couldn’t have asked for a better night.” A smile forms on his face, innocent and ardent in nature. “I’m just wondering how I’ll hide the mark.”

“I think there’s little to hide now after tonight,” Taehyung grins wolfishly. “Especially with the boys.” 

He quivers with laughter at the sight of your scowling face and fingers poking at his sides. As he settles, he leans into your ear to hum, “I’ll make it up to you. Everything. Jaebum, the bite, the boys. But I think you should rest now. We’ll deal with all of that later.”

You don’t argue with that. You’ve already begun to fight the beginnings of sleep, eyelids drooping and itching with a need to just close them ━ and with Taehyung’s arms wrapped around you, his body emitting a pleasurable heat, you decide there’s no place else you’d rather be, moonstruck and in love.

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2022 Review

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

Fandom(s): BTS and Got7

Total Fics: 17

 Total Words: 48,673 words

 ~SHIP/CHARACTER BREAKDOWN~ 

Ships (if applicable):      

Yoongi x Namjoon

Hoseok x Taehyung

Namjoon x Jimin

Jaebum x Youngjae

 Character Frequency:     

Jungkook: 1

Taehyung: 8

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

Jimin: 2

Hoseok: 1

Namjoon: 2

Yoongi: 2

Seokjin: 1

Jaebum: 3

Youngjae: 3

Character POVs: 

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

Reader

Jimin

Yoongi

Taehyung

Listen and Learn has both Seokjin and the reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 ~SPECIFICS~ 

Best and Worst Title? 

Best: Let You Fly

 Worst: Defrosting Ivy

 Best and Worst first line?

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

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

 Best and Worst ending line? 

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

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

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

 ~GENERAL QUESTIONS~ 

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

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

Any reasons why? 

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

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

OpEds!

How was it? 

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

 What’s your favorite story this year? 

Let You Fly! I enjoyed it soooooooooooo much!

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

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

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

Okay, your readers' most popular story? 

A Story From a Different Time

Story most underappreciated by the universe? 

Buried Truths. Hands down. 

Why? 

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

Story that could have been better? 

Listen and Learn

Why? 

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

Sexiest story? 

Stares in ace. 

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

Saddest story? 

Let You Fly 

What a great angsty story! I love it!

Fluffiest story?

Heated Blanket or A Story From a Different Time!

Most fun story (in content)?

A Story From a Different Time!

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

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

Hardest story to write? 

A Fae’s Brew to Take You Away.

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

Easiest/most fun story to write? 

Defrosting Ivy and Let You Fly

What story took the longest? 

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

Did you take any writing risks this year? 

What did you learn from them?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I really want to follow my inspiration

What are your fic writing goals for next year? 

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

AFBTTYA (editing)

Golden Ramyeon (writing and editing)

Defrosting Ivy (writing and editing)

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

Life on Pause (writing and editing)

Take part in a project and a collab

Read more fanfic and improve my reviews

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

Continue healing my relationship with my writing

How? I don’t quite know ripppp

 And finally, fics that you wrote in 2021:

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

AFBTTYA 10

Heated Blanket

Happy Together Ficlet

AFBTTYA 11

Hands, Hands, and More Hands

AFBTTYA 12

Let You Fly

AFBTTYA 13

AFBTTYA 14

Buried Truths 1

Buried Truths 2

AFBTTYA 15

A Story from a Different Time

Buried Truths 3

Listen and Learn

Shut Up and Kiss Me

Defrosting Ivy

[joohoneys-honey]

A moodboard inspired by @jungnoir 's ghost!Jaebum scenario! (This would've been up sooner but school has been hella hectic) http://jungnoir.tumblr.com/post/153239142713/ghostjaebum

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Djinn AU : Part 1 - Abduction

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

Pairing: Jaebum + Reader

Genre: Djinn au / genie au / supernatural / angst

Warnings: strong language is used at certain points

Summary: This takes place in a world where Jaebum is a Djinn from the other realm sent to protect you from the evils of the world. But in a twist of fate, this dark Djinn grows attached to you and that might be the most dangerous thing of all.

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: This was inspired by one of the networks I belong to (boy group writers net) who is holding an event for the month of June! The theme is supernatural au’s, so here’s one that has been in the back of my mind for a while but have never seemed to be the right time to work on! (until now!! :D) I hope everyone enjoys~

writing below the cut~

Jesus it feels like there’s someone in the room with me.

You pulled out a tank top and shorts and shut the door. Turning around, you placed your shirt on the light blue floral bed sheet. For the thousandth time that morning your eyes drifted over your room to make sure the sinking feeling you had was just your paranoia settling in again.

The only other living thing in your room was your cat, Dean, looking at you with half-slitted eyes from your bedside table, his tail lazily twitching as he fell asleep.

“Ah,” you sighed in defeat as you stripped out of your pajamas to get dressed for the school day. “Dean do you think I’m paranoid? Or am I just crazy?”

Your cat’s eyes opened fully again, seeming to scan your half-naked body before stilling his tail and tilting his head to the side. You mentally scolded yourself once again for almost shooing him out of the room.

He is a cat. You had to tell yourself, He does not know the difference between a human wearing clothing or being naked. He’s not a man… just an animal.

“I guess I’m crazy.” You pulled your pants and shirt on quickly, the eerie feeling of being watched worse than before. “There’s nobody in the room with me except you and my blinds are closed. Nobody could be watching me even if they wanted to.”

Dean’s head straightened once more and he stood to angle himself to jump onto your bed. He landed without any sound whatsoever on silky sheets, and somehow even that seemingly normal thing triggered an alarm in your head.

Not normal.

You bit your lip and sat down beside him despite your gut twisting feeling. You reached your hand out hesitantly to pet him like you always had every day for the past ten years. You didn’t know what the hell was wrong with you. You have had Dean for over half your life and he’d never freaked you out like this before.

He leaned into your hand as you scratched him and you smiled to yourself, the feeling disappearing a bit.

You really were crazy.

An alarm went off on your phone then, the high pitched siren too loud in the peaceful moment, and Dean darted under your bed in a panic. You reached across your bed to get to shut off the obnoxious alarm.

“Well Dean,” you said loud enough that you hoped he heard you under the bed even though you knew he didn’t understand you. “I’m heading off to class now! I’ll be back soon though okay?

“Don’t leave me.”

Stone cold fear stopped you dead in your tracks, your eyes widening as you stopped breathing. You tried to listen again for that deep, melodic voice but heard nothing but the wild beat of your frantic heart.

Was that only a thought that popped into your head? Or had someone actually said that?

Slowly and unwillingly you started to turn to your bed again. You half feared that you’d see the stranger that had spoken to you there and half afraid that you had only imagined that voice.

Once your room was in full view again you found yourself staring back into the eyes of your cat who had somehow managed to get back onto your bed once again without a single noise.

You knew then. Something was off about Dean. You weren’t even sure he was the same cat anymore the longer you stared into his light brown eyes. They almost looked human but… They weren’t. They didn’t even look like cats eyes anymore.

What black cat had light brown eyes? Hadn’t they just been yellow-green two minutes before?

“I’m sorry. I have a lot to explain to you.” Dean’s mouth didn’t move but somehow you knew that voice echoing in your mind had come from him. His eyes stared too intently at you, were too aware of everything.

Your heard your phone hit the ground, not even realizing you had dropped it in the first place. The only thing registering in your mind was the stark fear of the unknown thing sitting on your bed.  A silent scream ripped from your throat as you backed up.

What? Why couldn’t you talk?!

Your back hit your bedroom wall. Your hands were pressed to your throat, still trying to scream as nothing came out but air.

You couldn’t even breathe anymore. Your cat- no. Not your cat. Demon. The demon was shifting, his back elongating, his paws quickly forming into fingers, every part of him popping and snapping as his bones reformed and his skin stretched over them.

And then you were staring deeply into the heavily lined light brown eyes of a olive skinned, dark haired man.

His large hands gripped his chin and he cracked his neck, the thick rings on his fingers clicking together in the process. Your voice still being gone, the only thing you could do was try to take in everything about him as possible, scan him for any sign of weakness so you could escape.

He was large. He took up almost all the space on your twin sized bed sitting Indian style. He wore ripped black jeans, worn leather ankle boots, and a plain white tee shirt that showcased his broad chest and muscled tattooed arms perfectly.

There was no sign of weakness anywhere. No, the only thing you saw from him was strength and darkness radiating from him unlike anything you’d ever seen before.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit!” Your hands released your throat when you realized that your voice had returned.

Dean… The man nodded to you solemnly in return to your questioning, albeit terrified look.

“My name isn’t Dean. It’s Jaebum. You have your voice and you can speak normally to ask me questions. I took away your ability to scream though until you let me explain myself to you.”

“Explain to me? Explain to me what? How you pretended to be my cat for god knows how long to watch me? How you’ve been living in my house, watching everything I do- Oh god! You saw me naked whenever I got a shower! You watched me change! You-” He had nodded at you again during your rampage and just like that your voice had vanished all together.

You could only gape like a fish, only air escaping from your lips as you tried to form words again.

“Look,” he sighed and shifted positions. His legs hung off the side of the bed now and he leaned back on his left arm, his right hand running through his hair. “I admit that I did some pretty creepy things… But I didn’t to it intentionally. At first anyway. Honestly after a while it just kind of happened.”

All you could do was wave your arms frantically as you tried to tell him to go fuck himself.

The nerve of this thing, peeping on you…

His eyes watched you intently, almost visibly softening at your desperate attempts to speak.

Slowly he lowered his hand and continued on, “I’m a djinn, not a demon. Some know my kind as genies, and yes,” he answered before your face could even contort in question, “we do actually exist. But we’re not the slaves to our owners like some think we are. Honestly we’re more like shap-shifters with powers of tampering with people’s thoughts, dreams, and visions. We don’t grant wishes without a steep price. We feed off of the blood of those who want something from us…”

You were going to be sick. You were going to throw up everything you’d eaten that morning at that thought. Blood. Human blood-

“Relax. We survive off of the blood of a willing giver and we return the favor by doing something for them. It’s basically a trading system where each party nows exactly what is given and taken. You’ve never had a cat by the way. Your parents were both allergic. That was just an illusion that I created for you in order to spy on you easier.”

You slid down your wall as he continued, your eyes glazing over. You weren’t sure if you were truly understanding everything he said anymore. You weren’t even fully sure he was actually there. For all you knew this was a mental breakdown that you were having and you were just imagining all of this.

Yes, that was it. You were having a mental break down. You had too much going on with two jobs and school work all at once.

“This is not an illusion and you are not having a mental breakdown.” Your eyes instantly met his again, that single sentence breaking though your dazed trance.

He can hear my thoughts too?

“Yes I can. How else do you think I can communicate without having to worry about you screaming your head off? Don’t worry. I’m not dangerous to you. Just try to listen to the rest of my explanation, okay?”

Staring at him now you realized that he had a lot of piercings. In his ears, his eyebrow, his lip. It made the impatient scowl on his face even more intimidating.

You could only nod and try to pay attention despite your mind twisting in a thousand different directions. Maybe this way if it weren’t really an illusion then he wouldn’t suck all the blood out of your body and use your corpse as decoration for his home wherever the hell he actually lived. Probably in actual hell. He couldn’t be from earth.

He scoffed at your last thought. You knew he’d read your mind again. Your eyes darted away from his, regret pinging in the back of your mind.

After what felt like an eternity of silence in which you just knew he was waiting for your thoughts to calm down, he continued.

“I’m sorry that I had to silence you, I really am. I’ve grown quite unusually accustomed to your voice these past few months. Typically mortal voices sound grating and too high-pitched to withstand for more than three minutes but you…”

This time when your eyes flashed briefly to his you could see that they had fully softened now. He was bent forward, his elbows now on his knees, looking intently at you. You couldn’t meet his gaze for longer than a few seconds at a time. You couldn’t help that you were still so intimidated by him.

“Again, I am sorry… I know that you’re scared.” He let out a agitated huff and scrubbed his hands through his hair again. “I hate that I’m scaring you. I’ve never been remorseful about anything that I’ve ever done to a mortal but I can tell you that I feel plenty of remorse now.

I was hired this time by a mortal that you call your ‘Mother’ to keep an eye on you while she’s in Indonesia. I was the one who approached her when I sensed that her mind was pulsing out of control with worry… She told me that you had moved away from her recently and would do anything to make sure that you were safe, so here I am. She hired me to protect you and in return I’ve been teleporting back in forth in order to take more of her blood while I watched over you.”

He waved his hand over you and your voice was suddenly back. All the words you were holding back came spilling out instantly.

“My MOTHER?! You’ve been slowly sucking the blood out of my mother and spying on everything that I’ve done for MONTHS because she asked you to? I don’t believe you! She would never do that!”

His eyes had hardened once more and were slit as he watched you pace back and forth in the bedroom, shaking uncontrollably.

“You underestimate her love for you. She was nearly hysteric when I reached out to her. You could actually say that I stopped her fragile human mentality from unraveling all together.”

You stopped pacing the moment those words left his lips. “You dare to try and reason with me like you saved her? Your slowly killing her by drinking her blood!”

“I was. But I’m not anymore… I told her a few weeks ago that payment was no longer needed but that I would keep watching you. Not for her but… I decided to show you my true self today because I’ve never found a mortal so painfully bland yet…so interesting at the same time. You fascinate me and I found that I’ve almost grown,” his lips pulled up into an ironic half-smile, “attached to you.’

“A-attached to me?”

“Silly isn’t it? I’m immortal and you have such a short life span.”‘ He rolled his eyes as he leaned back on the bed to rest on his elbow again. “Yes, I’ve grown quite attached to you which is extremely unusual for my kind. Usually we don’t have these odd feelings. Especially not towards your kind.”

You scoffed and said, “well I don’t see why my kind would like anything about yours either.” He glared at you and you instinctively shrunk back a bit.

“I may be protecting you from outside danger but that doesn’t mean I won’t put you in your place if you disrespect me child.” When he saw that his threat had the desired effect of silencing you he went on. “I’ve grown more and more interested in you these past months and since that’s such a rare thing that I’ve decided to keep you.”

“K-ke-keep m-me?”

His smile grew wicked and sharp, his lip rings shining bright with reflected light from the lamps that were now suddenly glowing brighter by the second.

“You’re going to come with me back to my home and I will keep you. Don’t worry though, with you in my favor I promise not to hurt you. I may just take a little blood every now and again. Nothing too painful though I promise.”

“But you p-promised my mom to protect m-me?”

His face grew even more twisted than before, the lamps still growing brighter and brighter. “I may live in the other realm but trust me pet, you’ll be more protected with me than you ever would be with the dangers from the demons in this world. Here I can only protect you for a few hours while you’re home, but in the other realm? I can watch you every second of the day if I wish to.”

Before you even had time to register what was happening, the light bulbs in all of your lamps shattered with loud pops and your room blurred, fading slowly from sight.

The last thing you remembered was the feeling of the floor giving out under you, and then you were pressed against the djinn’s, against Jaebum’s, hard chest as he smiled down at you. This close to you, you noticed that his wicked smile produced small dimples on both sides of his cheeks.

Then you couldn’t see anything at all anymore. The world had completely gone black, and you weren’t sure in that moment if you’d ever see the light again.

[therainrogue]

🎃 Frightful October ’21 {21/21}

We are back for another year of Frightful October!

As usual, I started this super late (as in I decided to try and do this on September 25th, just six days before October) so I decided to shorten it a bit. Instead of three chapters per act, I'll be doing two this year. I doubt these will be any creepier than the first set but I'll do my best to at least make them a decent read for the best season of the year.

Thanks for checking out this set! I hope you found enjoyment within and I hope you'll let me know what you think. Have a safe and happy Halloween 🎃!

Anything marked with ✓ has been written. Anything marked x has not been written yet and the character/prompt may change.

🔖 Act I _ a u t u m n 🍂

001. Pumpkin Pie ⋩ Robbie Reyes (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D)

oct 1st / fluff, slice of life

002. Decorations ⋩ Cobra (High&Low)

oct 2nd / fluff

🔖 Act II _ s p e l l b o u n d 🔮

003. Spellbook ⋩ Sagara Takeshi (Kyou Kara Ore Wa!!)

oct 4th / fluff, slice of life, magic

004. Magicktownville ⋩ Sima Yiwu (Prince of Tennis ~ Match! Tennis Juniors ~)

oct 5th / friendship, magic, fluff

🔖 Act III _ d e m o n o l o g y 💀

005. Contract ⋩ Hyuuga Norihisa (High & Low)

oct 7th / supernatural, comedy

006. My Pen! ⋩ Zhuo Zhi (Prince of Tennis ~ Match! Tennis Juniors ~)

oct 8th / friendship, fluff, comedy, supernatural

🔖 Act IV _ b l o o d l u s t 🍷

007. Blood Donations ⋩ Jaebum (GOT7)

oct 10 / friendship, supernatural, vampire, family

008. Kidnapped ⋩ Ootori Choutarou (Prince of Tennis)

oct 11 / friendship, angst, violence, supernatural, vampire, high school au

🔖 Act V _ h a u n t e d 👻

009. Morgue ⋩ Fuuta (High & Low)

oct 13 / angst, supernatural, romance

010. The Legend is Real ⋩ Hiyoshi Wakashi (Prince of Tennis)

oct 14 / fluff, mystery, magic, age gap, supernatural

🔖 Act VI _ b a d l u c k 💥

011. Murder at Hillrest Inn ⋩ Zhuo Yu (Prince of Tennis ~ Match! Tennis Juniors ~)

oct 16 / mystery, comedy, friendship, fluff

012. Spilled the Salt ⋩ Nakagoshi (High & Low)

oct 17 / fluff, slice of life, romance

🔖 Act VII _ t r i c k o r t r e a t 🍬

013. Cyanide & Sugar ⋩ Izumi Kousuke (Ookiku Furikabutte)

oct 19 / fluff, crime, comedy

014. Fight for Candy ⋩ Zhuo Zhi (Prince of Tennis ~ Match! Tennis Juniors ~)

oct 20 / comedy, fluff

🔖 Act VIII _ t e r r o r 🔪

015. Michael Who? ⋩ Niou Masaharu (Prince of Tennis)

oct 22 / comedy, fluff

016. Bookclub Psycho ⋩ Chiaki Ryou (Water Polo Yankees)

oct 23 / fluff, horror

🔖 Act IX _ u n d e r t h e f u l l m o o n 🌕

017. Zombies Attack! ⋩ Kuboyasu Aren (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. LA)

oct 25 / romance, apocalypse au, violence, horror

018. Werewolf Carnival ⋩ Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

oct 26 / family, comedy, supernatural, fluff

🔖 Act X _ h a l l o w s e v e 🎃

019. Charitable ⋩ Atobe Keigo (Prince of Tennis)

oct 28 / drama, fluff, friendship, high school au

020. Spoopy Games ⋩ Zhang Baiyang (Prince of Tennis ~ Match! Tennis Juniors ~)

oct 29 / fluff, comedy, slice of life

🔖 Act XI _ s p o o k y s c a r y s k e l e t o n s 💥

021. Happy Halloween! ⋩ Jim Pickens & Grim Reaper (The Sims 4)

oct 31 / angst, family, supernatural

Thanks for Reading!

[daydreamlib]

⋰˚☆ 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘. 𝙠𝙥𝙤𝙥

𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳: 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 ♡

♡ — 𝗌: 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 | 𝖺: 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 | 𝖿: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

♡ — 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

ɴᴄᴛ

╰ ⌗ 𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗴

sasaeng (dark!taeyong; s)

╰ ⌗ 𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻

scent (alpha!haechan; a/b/o universe; s)

my hoodie (f)

to you (f)

ᴇxᴏ

╰ ⌗ 𝗱𝗼 𝗸𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗼𝗼

shameless (s)

falling for you (f)

when he’s angry (parents!au; a, f)

let me be your prince (royalty!au, prince!kyungsoo; a, f)

kyungsoo’s famous spaghetti (insecure reader; a, f)

╰ ⌗ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗹

vexation (s)

ɢᴏᴛ7

╰ ⌗ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗷𝗶𝗻𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴

fuck the patriarchy (insecure reader; s)

goblin (supernatural!au, goblin!jinyoung; f)

the savage king (king!jinyoung, historical!au; a, f)

before dawn (s, a, f)

╰ ⌗ 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻

states & provinces (f)

╰ ⌗ 𝗯𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗺

my baby (insecure reader; f)

╰ ⌗ 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗷𝗮𝗲

crave (s)

sweetheart (tw: suicidal!reader; a)

╰ ⌗ 𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝘆𝘂𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗺

tape 69 (s)

needed me (a, f)

try (a, f)

empty space (a, f) 

pretending (series; s, a, f)

╰ ⌗ 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝘆!𝗮𝘂

smile for the camera (jinyoung & jaebum; s)

╰ ⌗ 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘀

alpaca facts (f)