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Don’t Forget, Pt. 3

Summary: “It is okay if you do not remember me, I can do the remembering. But in a world where I hold absolutely no place in your life, not even as the girl who knew your name before your face, I think it would be a place too cruel to live in.”

Characters: Jungkook, (she/her) Reader, Taehyung

Tags: Angst, romance, food for thought

Memo (Prologue), Pt. 1, Pt. 2

There is a certain lucid quality in the way time ticks while on commute, the idea of leaving behind a neighbourhood so faithfully occupied during the past years of your life for a territory beyond breeds a sense of detachment in your system. Your body remains bound by the ropes of reality, yet your spirit wanders with no desire of  ever returning.

Perhaps it is in your best interest that you cultivate the habit of breaking away every once in a while, though admittedly, the prospect of retreating into the dreams that afflict you so for comfort, be they night or day, is terribly ironic. But you cannot help it. You suppose it is to do with being born a dreamer. Trodding through life with no solid plan, the tiles behind you crumble with the lifting of each foot, and the path ahead is formed in the space where your feet land next, a future made of earthquakes that threaten to pull you under.

Nothing is ever clear to you. Not reality. Not dreams, certainly not the days ahead. And you question why you continue to go through with such uncertainty, why you have not yet called it quits with the world and cross into the other side when the boundaries that separated each half have long blurred and blended together.

You like to think that up until last night’s events, you have lived a life in search of answers to questions you did not know to ask.

His name is Jungkook.

“Y/N… You okay? Who was that guy?”

His name is Jungkook.

“Hey- hey, look at me. What’s wrong? Did he say something to you?”

His name is… his name is-

“Taehyung… I can't… I can’t remember his name.”

You remember barreling back to your bedroom, nearly ripping the drawer off its hinges with the sheer force of desperation. After all that has happened, the deja vu sensations, inexplicable memory loss, and the very bizarre but definite swap in places between you and Taehyung’s incident at the pier, you are hit with the sudden fear that perhaps in the time you spent away, the mysterious book might have disintegrated into nothingness. Another mind trick. Another surefire step towards irreversible insanity. 

But you are immensely relieved to find the item still within the confines you thrust it, grasping the book and locking your door. You finally work up the courage to discover its’ contents. To learn the answers which you always believed you worked tirelessly towards, but in actual fact have been going around in cowardly circles, feigning ignorance and hoping the misaligned pieces of your memories will somehow adjust themselves and find their rightful place. 

The reason why you have put the book off for as long as you have is the underlying rejection of everything you have believed in, everything you live for. The book, expectedly, throws your entire world off its axis. 

There are photos of you. Photos of Taehyung. Of a boy named Jungkook. The pier. Your neighbourhood back home. Alongside these polaroids are penned memorabilia, in a recognizable style of writing belonging to a single person— it is yours.

taehyung died three years ago, on graduation day. you were supposed to meet at the intersection at 8, but he had gone to the pier instead. he died by suicide. he did not leave any note. on this day, you met with an accident trying to look for him.

please do not call mrs. kim anymore. 
- 23.04.16

“Why were you at the pier?”

“I was looking for you.”

“Why would you be looking for me at the pier? We promised to meet by the school gates at eight-thirty sharp. You said if I were even a second late, you would pretend to not know me even if we managed to get into the same class in high school.”

“Taehyung?”

The train doors shut, carriage picking up speed as the now empty station is gradually left behind. There is a boy beside you. There is always a boy beside you.

He looks up from his phone. “Hm?”

The eyes you spend your entire life looking into appear foreign today. The disparity is not in its physical qualities, for the pools of liquid chocolate remain crystal clear, a reflection of the light that pours in from the glass panels adjacent your heads, it is perhaps in what lies beneath it— in what he holds within.

when you finally move on, the first thing i want you to do is pay more attention to taehyung. i feel like this all started because of his incident. if you can, save him, if you can’t, just keep waiting at the school gates. keep waiting until someone calls you and tells you the news of his demise. that is how you will keep your memories.

Even though it might not have been this life in which you lose him, you cannot help but feel as though there is a dormant element of sorrow that he locks up in a place so deep you cannot hope to find unless you sink your own two hands between his ribs and tear up whatever’s inside, destroying all that is good along with all that is bad. That is a resort you never wish to turn to, and you may only take comfort in the fact that you have somehow managed to save him. That he is here with you. 

He is here.

“Do you believe in a parallel world?”

The boy cocks his head, corner of his lips elevating into a lopsided smirk that gives away intrigued amusement, curiosity of why you might suddenly pose such an uncharacteristic question. He first decides to answer it. “I could be convinced.” The shift in his gaze to meet yours sparks electricity upon your skin, and you find that although your bodies are pressed against each other’s sides, though you can feel his heat radiating towards your profile, you are beginning to think that much like the dreams you lose track of each time you awaken, you might, on a day you least expect, lose him too.

“Why do you ask?”

“Imagine that there are little doppelgängers that live on a planet and follow a timeline that is linear and parallel to ours. They live a similar life to us, except sometimes the decisions we make aren’t always one and the same. So that results in certain… branches that lead to outcomes different from the ones that happen here, in our world. Imagine, there is a whole new world created for every choice we make and didn’t make. In those worlds… do you think we are still friends?”

Taehyung shifts in his seat, his shoulder leaving yours in his act of turning his entire upper torso to face you, a position that is no doubt awkward in the limited space of his seat, but sufficient in indicating that there is something he wants to find out.

“Where is all of this coming from?”

“I dunno.”

“Okay, let’s start small then. Is this about last night? I know you probably don’t want to talk about it, but it keeps bugging me. You just ran, Y/N.” You suppose Taehyung must have known the somberness he was portraying would push you further into discomfort, and as concerned as he was, he does not want to guilt-trip you into divulging anything you were not ready nor willing to. And so he contorts his features into one of his signature unsightly yet comical frowns, shape of his mouth forming a drooping rectangle, eyes slanted outwards with the pull of muscle, his eyebrows tilted at an angle to match. With that face on, he proceeds to whine in a small, child-like voice, “You ditched pier night.”

And you burst. Uncontained, heartfelt laughter tumbling from the back of your throat out your mouth, shattering the early morning daze that hung over the rest of the train car. A few eyes shift towards you. But you could care less. 

“Stop making that face!” Your palms fly up to cup his cheeks, thumbs pushing and molding the flesh to rid that ghastly expression from his otherwise handsome face. Taehyung, relieved by your joyous reaction, eases back into his usual laidback demeanor, his own hands coming around yours to bring them down. 

“Well?”

“Well…” You answer his prompt pointedly, sighing into your next words, “I’m still figuring things out. But what I can tell you is that ever since that coma… things haven’t been the same. I don’t know what’s different, I just- I just feel.”

“Do you think we should pay another visit to the hospital? Maybe they might’ve missed something—”

“No, it’s not that. Don’t worry, Tae, I’m working things out. And when I actually have the answers to my own questions, I’ll gladly answer yours. Hmm?”

The mystical qualities of a train ride away from home dissipates into a familiar sensation of emptiness the moment a warm hand is wrapped around your wrist, and you are lifted from your seat towards the car doors, merging with a disarray of early morning commuters on their way to offices, schools, workplaces. The crowd is thick like wet cement, your senses held captive to an atmosphere so hot and humid that instantly all bearings are lost, and you rely solely on Taehyung’s lead to get you out. If this is what ensues a commute, it has become apparent that you detest it.

“Thank God we’re not late,” your companion huffs as he straightens the quality of his pristine new uniform, smoothing out wrinkles and dusting off lint. Though you don garments that are entirely alike, only tailored to suit each gender, you have found that from the time a communal code of wear was first introduced to you both at the age of seven, your dearest friend has always managed to find ways to look starkly superior in his clothing in contrast to you.

Maybe it is in his physique, broad shoulders and filled chest to match his tall and still growing height; perhaps it was in the choice of hairstyle, kept simple enough to abide by conventional school dress codes, yet presenting a tasteful styling in the way his bangs fall in a voluminous arc down his forehead, parted just over the the arch of his left eyebrow, a classic boyish look. Today, he sports his new pair of eyeglasses, an accessory he had showed off generously earlier in the morning when he came to pick you up. The look probably would not have been considered anything special if pulled by anyone else, a sight that blends into the surroundings and is easily skimmed over. You suppose that is the leverage over you he possessed by birth. 

In your trek from the train station towards your school, you are joined by many other youths sporting outfits identical to yours, and surprisingly enough, it is quite easy to tell freshmen apart from more senior students. Like yourself, they carry crisp new backpacks, bulky with the weight of brand new textbooks possibly packed inside, style their uniforms strictly in line with the specified guidelines, and in their eyes, they hone the same glint that currently shone in Taehyung’s— excited for a new start, anticipation of the new experiences to come.

Even as the school compounds gradually come into view, marked iconically by a domed roof atop a massive brown-brick structure, you find trouble in drawing out a sentiment to match your peers. To say that it feels as if you have done this before would not be a stretch; the transition from middle to high school in terms of routine does not feel all that drastic. Aside, of course, from the hour-long commute-from-Hell you now have to make. It continues to follow the same monotonous regiment of rise, work, sleep, repeat. What sort of new start could one possibly hope for? You have not the slightest clue. 

Upon your arrival to the parted steel gates, beyond which is an expanse of a yellow dirt field, at the core of which is a lush, green quad where wooden benches and umbrella-like trees are spread for the students’ lounging convenience, you discover a handful of senior-looking students, supposedly part of the welcoming committee, ushering in the students with smiles much too bright for such an early morning.

Amongst them, a particularly sharp boy catches your attention with his refined posture, herculean-shoulders and tightly wound school tie; his aura alone sets him apart from the rest of his comrades, exuding sublime confidence and ultra authority in his greetings to fellow students. Supposedly having been aware of this quality, the intimidation he knew he would surely evoke in students is neutralized by two lovely crescent-mooned eyes, his plush, pink lips curved into a matching smile, displaying prominently that despite the richness of his features, he too, remains a teenager like the rest.

You observe him keenly throughout your passing through the gates, leaving the sidewalk and entering at last the compounds of your new school, and you cannot help but be tinged with disappointment when the celebrity-esque boy misses the chance to offer you one of his well-rehearsed introductory phrases. Instead, you are merely shuttled along with the rest of the crowd around the perimeters of the quad, ascending a short flight of steps to pass through a set of warm, red wood double-doors, propped open by two rubber stoppers to facilitate the heavy stream of students arriving for the school day.

Officially within your new school quarters, you and Taehyung unite with other fresh-faced students towards the completion of the first step at getting yourselves oriented— finding your class registers.

At the end of the broad, linoleum-floored hallway you now stand within, lined on one side with display shelves of trophies, medals and framed certificates, and the other, with various club announcements, colourful nutrition posters, advertisements for upcoming school events, was a large whiteboard clipped with sheets of rolling paper dictating which student was assigned to which class. You and Taehyung would refer to this whiteboard, find your classes, and disperse. Albeit due to the sheer amount of people herded around it, Taehyung suggests that you wait at the outskirts for him to come back with the necessary information. You are much too small to be pushing through a crowd like that. 

“Bad news, Y/N, we’re separated,” Taehyung announces, looking evidently dejected by the conclusion of your once unbreakable nine-year fate as classmates. “You’re in one-four, I’m in five. Good thing is all the first year classrooms are on the same floor. At least that’s what I heard. Let’s get going?”

You nod affirmatively, angling your body towards the stairs. “Yeah.”

Once on the third floor, the lot of students on the way to their assigned classrooms spill into yet another boxy hallway, this one significantly less decorated, walls lined with chunks of metal lockers waiting to be taken up. The rooms are relatively easy to find, from the left of the stairway are classes one to four, and to the right are five to eight. Ultimately, this is where your and Taehyung’s togetherness reaches its momentary end, and the boy parts with you after an affectionate clap on your shoulder, wishing you good luck and a promise to meet for lunch. 

The subsequent absence of his warmth beside your shoulder is larger than you ever thought it would be, and though there is the assurance in knowing Taehyung is only one room away, the fact that you now go solo licks a hot flame of nervousness up the back of your neck, your footsteps grow significantly heavier as you trudge to class.

You are amongst the final few to enter, and like any sizable crowd trapped inside a room, it is no surprise to find that the seats towards the back have all been filled, and you very barely snag a desk at the furthermost column from the door, seating yourself between a girl in front and a boy behind. As the last remaining desks are filled, a man appearing to be in his early-thirties strides into the room, obliterating every decibel of conversation with his preppy entrance, now becoming the center of utmost attention.

He dresses himself rather casually, in a blue knit vest over a white dress shirt, khaki slacks and brown boat shoes. And upon assuming position between the presentation desk and the whiteboard, he lifts his spectacled gaze to size up the class of twenty, nearly thirty-odd students seated in their neat five by five, single-file organisation of desks, all poised and perked. 

“If this is the class environment for the rest of the term, we are going to breeeeze right through it.”

The stiff silence in the room is punctuated at last by the hearty chuckle that the man proceeds to let loose, joined only a second later by the harmonious laughter of the other students. The man, introducing himself as Mr. Nam, then begins to break down the events for the rest of the day— first of all going through administrative matters, sorting out the issue of lockers, handing out class schedules for the semester and recruitment pamphlets for various school clubs and sports teams. He goes on to guide you all verbally on the expected movement throughout the day: after the thirty minute homeroom, the entire school would gather in the main hall for a welcome (and for the returning students, a welcome-back) ceremony that would involve recapping last year’s achievements, laying out the expectations for this year, and the introduction of new faculty members.

Seated amongst your new classmates, some of which you have already broken ice with, you delight in the chance to catch Taehyung in his own plastic chair some rows behind you, already surrounded by a hefty group of male friends. You suppose at this stage the girls are still too shy to make advances, but surely they will come— they always do.

And at last, to conclude the two-hour long ceremony, the dean invites up a student whom he addresses as the student body president, handing over the podium to the sharp-looking student you were all but disinterested in just moments ago. The boy skips up the steps at the side of the stage, bowing slightly to the senior figure before assuming the now vacated position at center-stage. 

“Good morning everyone, this is student body president, Kim Seokjin.” The cheers that erupt following this brief introduction hails mostly from the returning students seated towards the back, according to their years. Firsts being at the very front. Seokjin allows them, and perhaps himself, a moment to revel in the applause, before promptly continuing with his speech, “I’d just like to say a quick welcome to all our new students, our prestigious members of faculty and my own committee extend our warmest regards. We promise you’ll have a splendid freshman year ahead. And to all my returning juniors, friends, classmates and seniors, a great big welcome back to the grind after a wonderful two-month vacation that I am sure was well-spent.

“Now, to get on with business, I am pleased to announce that our highly-anticipated homecoming night will be held two weeks from now, on the 14th July, Friday evening. Details will be posted on the student portal, so as always, visit the site to register your attendance. No one wants to show up to a party uninvited. Following that, we will be kicking start our week-long of sports tryouts and club recruitment for our lovely freshies, there will be a fair held in the quad by your seniors to try and rope you into an extra-curricular you don’t always actually need… but will enjoy nonetheless.

“And just before we close the semester with finals, the school will be having our annual Arts Fiesta month, during which all our arts teams will hold concerts, guerilla performances, exhibitions and more. You may find all the information on the respective extra-curricular notice boards located in the main hallway on the ground floor.”

Like his professional predecessor, Seokjin continues to lay down the events for the rest of the school year, albeit his tone is laced with a code of humor much more appropriate for the audience that it keeps everyone’s focus on him. At the bell, the ceremony is concluded and you, along with the rest of the freshmen, are shuttled into the cafeteria while the seniors return to their classrooms. 

The massive movement traps you amidst a bunch of unfamiliar faces, and it despairs you to know that you can no longer spot Taehyung in the crowd, having lost him to the taller bodies around you. Hoping to meet him outside the hall, you resign to the crawling pace of the crowd, one tiny step at a time until you finally pour out of the entrance like a drain unclogged.

The hallway outside is a clutter of frenzied traffic, some heading one direction towards the cafeteria, the others going another to hang out in the quad, and then there are little cliques blocking up space by the notice boards, the water coolers, chatting and waiting for their friends. You find an empty space against the wall and press your back into it, standing on your tiptoes to screen the crowd for the familiar black-rimmed glasses set against healthy golden skin. 

It turns out that when put in a crowd as big as this, it is near impossible to distinguish Taehyung from literally hundreds of other people following the exact same trend. Since when did so many people start wearing geek specs?

As the last of the herd trickles out, the hallway significantly clearing and decreasing in activity, all having gone on to spend their lunch break with friends, you are stuck in the same spot, no sight of Taehyung whatsoever.

You do, however, come across a rather peculiar scene taking place inside the emptied school hall. With the bulk of students gone and faculty members returned to their classrooms or the lounge, only a handful of council members remain, busying themselves with the stacking up of plastic chairs and pushing them to the back of the hall. Amidst the myriad of floor-scraping screeches, light jokes tossed around to brighten up the otherwise mundane task, you recognize the taller of a pair of figures to be Mr. Nam, and the other to be that of a fellow student. 

The humbly slumped posture of the student gives off an impression of apology, guilt, perhaps, and you can only assume the student must have done something to warrant a light chastise. As your mind wonders what could possibly have been the reason for it, you notice a bright red backpack still slung over the student’s shoulders, a hint that he could possibly only have just arrived, and therefore missed his chance to leave his belongings in the classroom. 

Right at that moment, the conversation appears to be concluded by a friendly thump on the boy’s shoulder, and their bodies turn towards the doors, towards you. 

That is when you see him. 

Chestnut hair. Round, curious eyes. Lightly tanned, troubled skin.

He sees you too. But you are well aware of the fact that the recognition flashing in his eyes in that moment is not at all aligned with yours. You remember each other from a different time. Different memories. There is the thought of how this is even possible at all, yet he is now standing before you, gazes locked, lips pursed. 

“Oh? You look familiar!” You’re certain you must not have looked anything less like a deer caught in headlights, and suddenly you are questioning why you have foolishly left yourself in plain sight, in the direct line of conversation with a teacher who looks particularly eager to be addressing his new student. “Let’s see… Y/N, right? What are you still here for? Not joining your classmates at lunch? The school food is really good, scout’s honour!”

“H- Huh?” The response comes out astray, obviously distracted. You are forced to avert your vision from a set of smoldering charcoal eyes to the kind (yet insensitive) teacher standing before you. “Yes, I plan to. Was just waiting for someone.”

“Is that so?” The man begins to smile, his larger, veiny hands coming upon the younger’s shoulders, the whites of his knuckles evident of a light squeeze being delivering from his fingers to the muscles beneath. For a first meeting, the two seem rather friendly. “Don’t tell me you know Jungkook over here?”

The focal point of your shaky vision once against resumes on the boy, who openly watches you, keenly awaiting your next response. 

“Jungkook…?”

“How do you know my name?”

who… are you? his name is jungkook. he sings at the bar. he says he doesn’t want you to remember him. when you wake up tomorrow, decide what you want to do with this information. 
- 22.04.16

“N- No, no I don’t.”

“Ah, is that so? Well, there’s lots of time to get friendly. He’s the last one to join us in class. Super, super late, but forgiven since we go way back.” Mr. Nam turns to the boy beside him, grin stretching even wider as his tone takes on one of affection, “See, Kooks, a whole lifetime of perks await you if you have me for a teacher in primary school!” The boy amiably joins in laughter, though the poor, ignorant man remains clueless about the massive elephant trapped between you and him. “Anyway, there’s no one left in there other than the student council. You’re better off checking the cafeteria to see if your friend’s already waiting. Go with Jungkook! He’s about to head there anyway.”

Your heart leaps from between your ribs, lodging itself in the back of your throat, and you find yourself stuttering, garbling, nearly choking, as the words struggle to gather on your tongue. “I- I- I was going to… to the washroom first, a- actually. Seeyouaround, Mr. Nam!”

And you spin curtly on your heels, ninety-degrees towards the path of escape, muscles cramping up from the restrain on your legs from bolting out of the conversation.

You are unsure if it is the heat of embarrassment earned from your display of conversational skills, or lack thereof, that burns the skin on your back with hot, white flames, or if it is the mystical properties that inevitably surround a daylight rendezvous with the very embodiment of all things you cannot explain, the equation that you are unable to make sense of that has come to mock you in the flesh.

The muscles in your leg lose strength the moment you round the corner, your entire frame doubling forward, chest heaving, breathing laboured. No matter the volumes of air you take in, the exhaustion does not recede, it instead grows in magnitude, transitioning from mere breathlessness to a frame-splitting ache blooming in the center of your chest, a sadistic twist-and-wring rhythm taking over the once steady beats resonating within ribs.

This is a feeling not at all foreign to you. In fact, it is so familiar that it is akin to a homecoming. The only thing that registers beyond the rapid pumping of blood and the hammering in your chest is the vague echoes of a paragraph that you think your mind will never be fully rid of. Not when the very subject of it has broken the chains binding it to dreams, and is now present within the realms of your reality.

my last request is this: apologize to jungkook. he says that you are someone who has suffered enough, but your pain does not nearly amount to his. you are able to forget, but jungkook remembers- he carries everything with him to the next day and the next. but let’s say you meet him and he does not recognize you- just leave him be. i think he deserves to live without you, because all his memories of you are laced with suffering. i do not want that for him in his next life, and i am sure you do not want that either.

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⤷ stoner!bestfriend!beomgyu x fem!reader

⤷ w.c: 6.2k

⤷ summary: as much as beomgyu tries to deny falling in love with you, even after he claimed you saved him from believing his whole purpose of life was to be bad luck, his heart cannot tell a lie.

⤷ warnings: this fic contains slight physical and verbal abuse (not from beomgyu)! read with caution!

⤷ contents: angst, fluff, switch dom leaning!beomgyu, switch!reader, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), mutual masturbation, slight voyeur, beomgyu likes being praised, tummy bulge.. kinda(?), slight obsession(?), spit (not in the mouth), nipple play, lots of kissing, unprotected sex (be carefullll!), beomgyu has a big di–

“come here.” smoke left his mouth as he spoke to you looking at your frame with heavy lids. earlier, the boy texted you saying to pack a bag and get everything ready for you to spend the night and without hesitation you obliged. now, you were in his car at 2 in the morning hot boxing in it. you climbed over the armrest and sat platonically close to the pretty boy. he put the blunt in your lip making you inhale in the strong gas and release it through your nose. 

“i’m such a bad influence,” he laughed, feeling your body relax from its tense state. you shook your head no as you laughed at his drawn out words. “to be fair, i did ask you to teach me how to smoke so it’s not you it’s just me and my curiosity.” he smiled at you and blew out another puff of smoke. 

the almost empty parking lot was extremely quiet, letting his thoughts and memories run wild with whatever. the memories of you two almost getting caught by the police made your shoulders bounce as you tried to contain your laughter. “what’s running though that head of yours?” the boy asked. 

“it’s really been almost three years huh?” it didn’t sound like a question, more like a realization on your part remembering the first time you met him. his hair was all but long, quiet as you two sat across from one another at the class table. it was you who had to initiate talking to him first, only getting close the first day. days and days passed and now you’re here cuddling with him as you smoke away every problem you two had. 

“yeah it has…” he breathed out. “and you’re still as bossy as ever.” you playfully smacked his leg, rolling your eyes. it was quiet after, the sound of cars honking here and there and the music playing quietly in the background strangely making the high stronger and heightening your senses; it felt good. 

“me and my dad got into another argument,” beomgyu sighed. his fingers played with the bottom of your shirt as he prepared to have this talk with you. he could see a glimpse of your jaw clenching in anger. “he was drunk and started talking about mom again and blamed me… again.” 

beomgyu has told you about his dad ever since you two have gotten closer, and everytime he brings him up you could feel the fumes coming out of your ears. you hated him, he always blamed beomgyu for his mother’s departure. they never knew what happened to his mother but to beomgyu he was starting to believe it was true and it made you furious. 

“he told me i was nothing but bad luck,” a soft chuckle fell from his lips until he replaced them with the blunt in his hand inhaling and exhaling one last time before he put out the small flame. “i’m starting to think it’s true.” 

“i’ll hit you if you say that shit again,” you spat. “don’t believe him. he is bad luck, not you.” beomgyu smiled to himself as he played with your shirt again. of course he didn’t stop believing it, his father drilled that in his head for about four years now but hearing you say it’s not made him feel less shitty; your presence always made his life feel less shitty. he always admired your brightness, how nothing seemed to bother you but if it did you fought against and didn’t run away from it. he almost felt like a wuss compared to you, always running away from his problems and smoking it away when he had the chance. but the closer he got to you, the more his admiration started to turn into something more. to him it was still just admiration but in all reality he fell harder than anybody else. 

he never wanted to put his problems on you, never went into crazy detail about his arguments with his father especially the ones that’s got physical. he never told you that you were his only reason to live, but he would tell you everyday that he loved you, he cared about you and wanted your friendship to last a lifetime. it would be selfish of him to tell you that, but he wanted to show you in every way he appreciated you. 

“let’s go home, i’m sleepy.” a yawn came from you as you stretched your limbs out and climbed back into the passenger’s side. his thoughts were interrupted by your demand resulting in a smile as he climbed his way to the driver's seat. “anything for the princess.” 

“thank fuck dad’s not home,” he whispered. you both walked up the steps to his bedroom and you instantly took socks off and jumped in his bed, sinking into the mattress like it was your very own. he just smiled and followed suit after he closed the door, jumping on top of you making an ‘oof!’ fall out of your mouth. “my fault.” 

“yeah, your fault alright,” you huffed as you pushed him off of you. his hair fell over his pretty face teeth showing in a bright smile only causing you to form a contagious smile right after. “goodnight gyu.” 

“goodnight princess.” 

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soft breathy noises came from the both of you as you slept comfortably on your designated side. beomgyu’s arm randomly across your body while you lay on your stomach with your legs tangled up in his (you don’t know how to keep still in your sleep). as soft and comfortable as you both sound at 5:42 in the morning, it was soon ruined by the devil himself. 

“beomgyu!!” 

this muffled yell was soon followed by stuff falling off of counters and some dishes being slammed against the table. “beomgyu!!” so used to the tone of his name being screamed, said boy rose up from his bed eyes roaming the room to see where he was. ‘fuck’ continued to run through his mind, wishing his dad didn’t come into the house like this. usually he comes into the house mumbling to himself and running into his room to puke up the remaining alcohol in his system and then sleep, but of course the time you spend the night his dad wants to start a riot. in the corner of his eye he sees you stir in your sleep slowly waking up from the noise. “gyu..?” 

“shh,” he whispered to you, placing his hand on your head softly bringing your head back down on the pillow. “go back to sleep, i’ll take care of it okay?” he threw the covers off of him and placed his feet against the floor. he immediately jolted out of his room, making sure to close the door behind him just in case it got too loud. once he got off the last step, he heard his father scream his name one last time, making him flinch. his heart was pounding, his adrenaline kicking in making his jaw clench in fear and anger. 

“yes, dad?” beomgyu asked, his voice showing no signs of fear while his heart did the opposite. the smell of alcohol was so strong coming from his father that he could smell it from the bottom of the steps while the latter stood at the sink filled up with dirty dishes. 

“you finally came downstairs?” his father slurred as he tried to hold himself up using the sink. “how fucking lazy are you? why aren’t these dishes cleaned up?” of course, something so small is going to turn into something so big. it was a repeating cycle for beomgyu, it’s fine then once his dad started drinking it got worse. the small things will turn into something huge, making a two minute argument turned into a screaming match. “your mother never liked it when the dishes weren’t clean, here you go fucking up again.”

your eyes opened slowly again trying to take in the scenery and figure out where the hell were you. beomgyu’s black and white comforter was a dead give away once you shifted in your spot. speaking of the boy, you wondered if he was okay remembering his father came home. you looked at your phone to see the time at 5:58am, the sun was barely out and his dad was yelling like a maniac. you stepped down from his bed and slowly walked towards his door to hear the rest of the conversation. 

the sound of beomgyu’s yelling voice boomed into your ears, later followed by items being thrown and destroyed. you could hear curses fall from both your best friend and his father’s lips and the sound of a struggle. you immediately ran down the steps with your heart beating as fast as possible, worried for beomgyu hoping he wasn’t getting hurt. your eyes fell upon his dad gripping his shirt and beomgyu yelling in his face and his hand on his father’s arm. the men turned and looked at you once they felt your presence, this made his father scoff and let go of beomgyu’s shirt. 

“ah.. no wonder why you smelled like bitch..” he slurred. “shut the fuck up,” beomgyu spat. you ran over to beomgyu, seeing a slight cut on his lip making your scared face show concern and sadness; this being your first time seeing beomgyu and his father get into a physical fight you were scared for him and absolutely pissed beyond belief. 

“she’s going to end up leaving you next,” his father slurred, letting a chuckle slip out of his lips. “just like your mother.” 

“he’s not like you,” you mumbled to yourself but loud enough for his father to hear. the said man darted his eyes to you and took several steps closer to you. every step he came in quicker and quicker, and before you could physically defend yourself beomgyu’s fist came across the side of his father’s face, knocking the man out onto the floor. it felt like time was moving unbelievably slow, the body of the man laying on the floor not moving an inch and your fingertips cold with fear. beomgyu felt his life flash as he thought about what his dad would do to him if he got up. his mind screaming at him to defend you and himself, he grabbed the empty bottle his father left on the table and held it by his side slowly rising it up over his head. he didn’t know what came over him, only his fight or flight kicking in waiting to see if his father would get up. 

“gyu..! what are you doing?!” your tone was stern and worried as you called him. you grabbed his arm to bring him back to his senses feeling him shake and tense up. “what if—“ his eyes wouldn’t leave his father’s cold body. “he’s knocked out cold, he’s breathing and he’s fine..” you reassured him. your eyes couldn’t help but drift over to the body as well. beomgyu’s father’s back moved up and down indicating he was breathing which snapped beomgyu back into reality. he dropped the bottle and grabbed your wrist, dragging you back up the stairs. “we have to go…” 

frantically, he packed his bags. he didn’t care what he was putting in there, he just needed to leave before his father came to his senses. he ran into his father’s room, going into his drawer to find a couple hundred dollar bills and stuffing it into his pocket. once he finished packing, you two ran to his car and left without a care in the world. 

“it’s 6:54,” you stated as beomgyu kept driving. you two stopped by the gas station and bought yourselves some snacks and water. you two decided to go to a hotel and stay there until whenever, just wanting to take everything day by day. “you wanna do something else before you go to the hotel or do you wanna sleep?” you could tell that the situation was running through his head nonstop. he picked at his lips every couple of seconds and played with the lobe of his ear, stimulating his senses while he thought about what just happened. “let’s just go to the hotel and sleep… i wanna shower.” 

“this is nice,” you sighed once you walked into the room. you both put your bags down and put some of your belongings in the dressers and some of your things in the bathroom. “go shower i’ll help unpack the rest of your things.” beomgyu smiled at you and did as you told, grabbing his clothes and making his way towards the bathroom. you dig through his bag as you put the rest of his belongs in spots he could easily find them in. in one of the small pockets, you saw a small keychain that looked all too familiar in the palm of your hand. the longer you looked the more familiar it got until it clicked; it was a key chain that you bought him when you traveled out of the country, bringing back a small souvenir for him to remember you by. of course you didn’t think he would hold it dearly but he did. he remembered to bring it with him on this day by day journey with you as good luck, always having a small piece of you near him. you could feel your chest become warm as you smiled at the keychain in your hand, feeling the urge to cry knowing that he truly did care about it and about you. “he’s so cute,” you whispered to yourself once you put it back in the pocket. you put his bag to the side once you cleared everything out of it and finished off your bag also getting your pajamas ready to take a shower once the man came out. 

“it’s all yours,” he said as he dried his wet hair. you got all your belongings and made your way into the shower. the feeling of the warm water eased up your tensed muscles, making you release a nice drawn out sigh of relief. this was exactly what you needed after the hectic morning, you could feel yourself drifting off to sleep in the shower due to the comforting water hitting your body. as you washed, you couldn’t help but think about beomgyu. before he even knew you he was going through terrible hardships, having him feel like he was the cause of his mother leaving and his father’s wrath. you wished he didn’t have to go through it, prayed to whatever higher being to get beomgyu out of that hell knowing he didn’t deserve any of it. without realizing, tears started to well up in your eyes blurring your version. “let me get out…” you whispered to yourself, rinsing your soapy body off. 

“come to bed,” beomgyu spoke smiling at your beautiful frame, taking in every inch of you hoping you couldn’t read his mind. he was trying his best to be respectful in his mind but fuck it was hard keeping it sane while seeing you in a large shirt. you were so pretty to him, knowing that you are ten times more beautiful in his eyes due to his infatuation. 

is it really only just infatuation? 

no.

he liked you, found love within you and wanted nothing more than for you to know whether he told you or showed it through his actions. he didn’t want to believe it but as the days flew by he started to fall deeper and deeper, craving your attention and finding every way to please you and see your smiling face. maybe it was the start of an obsession? he truly didn’t know, but he tried his best to figure out what this feeling was besides the word ‘love’. 

but that’s what it was. 

you jumped into bed, the fresh sheets rubbing your bare legs making a soft sigh fall from your lips. you glanced at the clock one last time seeing how much time has passed; 8:26. beomgyu’s arm wrapped around your body bringing you closer to him snuggling his nose into your neck. “goodnight– night? good morning princess…?” he giggled. you shook your head with your lips forming into a smile. 

“goodnight gyu.” 

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“fuck i have to pee.” you slowly woke up rubbing your eyes adjusting to the dark light in the room. “what time is it..?” you spoke to yourself picking up your phone on the nightstand beside you. “fuck we slept that long?” it was 7:56 pm and the sky was close to becoming pitch black. you ran to the bathroom and relieved yourself breathing in and out slowly. you couldn’t wait to get back in the bed and sleep just a little longer, you could imagine yourself melting into the mattress once again making you shiver a bit in excitement. once you washed your hands, you laid back down in the bed pulling the covers over your frame. your eyes drifted to beomgyu’s face, taking in every line, crevice, bump, and every feature. he was so beautiful, everything about him screamed prince. sometimes, you wondered how somebody so beautiful came into your life, your boring life at that. 

before you two met, your life was just a boring cycle; work, school, sleep, repeat. but thanks to a higher being, you two met. beomgyu was unpredictable, making the anticipation build up within you. unintentionally, your hand came up and caressed his soft cheek, your thumb rubbing soft and slow patterns against it. while you dazed at him softly, you saw tears run from his eyes in his sleep. a few seconds later his face started to twitch and his eyebrows furrowed. 

“gyu?” you whispered. the hand that was on his cheek came down to his shoulder shaking him slightly to stir him awake. his eyes opened widely taking in your worried face. suddenly, he pulled you into a tight hug, crying harder into your shoulder. “gyu..? what’s wrong?” 

scenes of his dream ran through his head as he sobbed into your shoulder. in his dream, you left him like his father foreshadowed. walking out just like his mother, still believing he was nothing but bad luck. he could feel his life crumble at the lack of your presence, begging for you to come back and you wouldn’t. 

but thankfully, it was just a dream. 

“don’t leave me..” you blinked at his words, softly pushing him off of you. his eyes blinked drops of tears, staining his beautiful face making yours soften. “please don’t leave me.” his hands found comfort on your warm thighs, hands shaking slightly as he rubbed patterns on them. 

maybe it was how dark it was in the room or maybe it was your sick mind but… 

fuck he looked so pretty. 

his cheeks were red and his lips were puffy staring at you with his big shiny red eyes. it was the prettiest sight you’ve ever seen. 

you smiled at him once again, leaning towards his face. beomgyu could feel his heart stop beating and his breathing pick up. you wiped the tear on his right cheek, pressing a kiss upon it. “don’t be stupid, gyu.” 

you pulled back and looked at him crossing your arms. you were right, why would you? you were there for him through the hardest points of his life and you stood up against his dad, of course you wouldn’t leave. he looked at you but then his eyes drifted to your lips. he could feel them on his cheek like it was plastered there. he wondered if he could feel your lips somewhere else… and once that thought ran through his head his eyes trailed down to the heat between your legs. it completely slipped your mind that you had nothing underneath but panties and fuck beomgyu was losing it. 

he found himself leaning towards you, his face closing into yours keeping his gaze on your lips. now, it was your turn for your heart to stop. hands going cold with anticipation at beomgyu’s actions. time was moving so slow the closer he kept getting, his lips only a few centimeters away from yours. your patience was weak, itching to feel his lips on yours and finally taste him. he looked back up making eye contact with you once more begging for permission. the tension in the room was suffocating, swirling around both of your bodies ready to feel one another. you leaned in slowly, connecting both of your lips with a soft peck just enough to feel electricity run from your lips to your tongue then the entirety of your body; this was the start of an addiction. as you pulled away you watched his reaction, his eyes slowly fluttering open only to find themselves staring at your lips again. “..more..” he sighed, his voice raspy from his sleep making your panties stick to your core feeling it become more hot and wet. 

and you listened. 

your lips connected with his once more in a peck then another.. and then another finally turning into a heated kiss. his hands found your face, bringing you closer to him. you placed your hands on the sides of his neck, deepening the kiss and pulling out a soft grunt from beomgyu. his body slowly pushed you down, your back against the sheets as he climbed on top of you with his lips still connected to yours. his right hand is placed beside your head while the other brought its way to your lower back, pulling your body close to his as his tongue suffocated you. you gripped onto his arm moaning into kiss as you felt your panties become soaked from the menstrations, your dizzy head only being filled with him. your moans turned into beautiful sighs which made beomgyu’s loose shorts feel tight around his semi-hard dick. “fuck..” he whispered against your lips breaking the kiss and seeing your already fucked out face. you began to bite at your lip unintentionally seeing gravity go against his hair, surrounding his face just a little. he was gorgeous and seeing him look at you like you were the only one, the only one for him made your cunt clench around nothing ready to be filled up with something. “you’re doing that on purpose huh?” you couldn’t help but smile at him and that sexy smirk on his face. “if you liked it.. then sure i did.” 

he shook his head and brought his lips down back to yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. a hand moved to your panties feeling that soaked patch near your entrance and making you shiver at his touch. you could feel his smirk on your lips as he continued to kiss you. his middle finger pushed against your clothed clit, forcing you to break from the kiss and moan out the cutest noise he has ever heard. he began to rub circles on your button of nerves, making your hips buck against his hand in urgence. his name fell softly from your lips wanting him to give you what you wanted. you continued to clench around nothing, bucking up for him to go faster ready to build up that bubble so it could pop. 

but he didn’t want that. 

he wanted to take his time with you, making you feel good as much as he could without a rush. immediately, he stopped. you whined from the lack of friction with his name rolling off your tongue. “uh unh baby,” he breathed. he placed his thumb on your bottom lip, bringing it down and forcing it into your mouth. your tongue swirled around the digit causing your eyes to flutter shut for a second  before opening them again, “not yet.” he brought his head down making him and your heat meet face to face. the wet patch taunting him causing him to shiver. he stuck his tongue out shyly licking the wet patch making you gasp. his eyes came in contact with your hooded lids watching your chest move up and down from your heavy breathing. his nose pushed against your clit while his tongue pressed deeper into your clothed entrance only scratching the surface of that itch. “holy shit..” you breathed, your head falling back at the addicting feeling. he grunted at your sweetness only getting a teaser of your actual taste but fuck he loved the wait, he loved the teasing, and he loved seeing you become impatient. his aching dick rubbed against the cool sheets on the bed making more noises come out. he maneuvered his tongue over to your clit, still ‘eating you out’ with the cloth in between. his index finger pushed the panties at your entrance, wiggling them just a bit to tease around the hole. gasps fell from your lips as you bucked into him. “gyu please..” you begged. “off.. just take them off please.” 

his mouth left your core with a small pout, a little bit of slick around his plump lips. “awee,” he whined. he gripped onto your thighs, placing small kisses on them close to your cunt. “where’s the fun in that, princess?” he bit a small mark into your thigh, immediately licking right after to soothe the pinch. although it was fun, he was feeling himself get impatient too, wanting to officially taste you and give you everything you desired. he pulled your panties down watching your cunt as it clenched around nothing, making his dick twitch in his shorts. he blew cool air against you and took a trial lick between your lips. the pretty boy whined at your taste, immediately diving back in for more. flattening his tongue against your folds and pointing it against your entrance as if his tongue was fucking you. “so good..” you moaned with your fingers through his long black locks. 

beomgyu could feel something stir him up. you’re words of praise running through his mind constantly as he pleased you harder and harder. his hip rutting against the sheets knowing his precum was dirtying them up just a bit. you tasted so fucking good, better than he imagined remembering the times he got off to the thought of you riding his face. again, he thought you were just attractive, not anything else, but the more he lied to himself the deeper he dug himself into a hole, a hole only about you. your hips rutted against his face feeling the rope about to snap any second now. “gonna cum— aaah fuck please can i cum..?” 

curse words ran through the pretty boy’s head. you were begging. begging? begging only for him and asking for his permission. he flattened his tongue against your bud, thrusting his middle and ring finger inside of you trying to draw out your release. hearing his name in the most explicit and vulgar way made his head go blank, only focusing on you and your heat. you gripped the roots of his hair as your abdomen tensed up from your release painting his fingers white. your hips rolled against his fingers, riding out the rest of your nut. your walls twitched against the pads of his fingers as he curved them up hitting your sensitive spot. you sucked in a tight breath of air once you got a shallow wave of that familiar build up. beomgyu pulled his fingers out from you, eyeing his coated fingers with hooded eyes. every intrusive thought hit him telling him to lick it clean, nothing could go to waste. tongue making contact with his fingers making him whine at the taste. his tongue flattened against his own digits then wrapping his slick lips around both fingers. you watched him closely, watching how the same lips that were devouring you alive work on his very own fingers. you gasped at the sight, unintentionally reaching your hand down to your wet core. you slowly pressed against your bud circling it around with just your middle finger already feeling how sensitive you were. it was swollen from the abuse but throbbing for some more. 

beomgyu’s eyes drifted to your hand, watching it work against your clit and causing your cunt to clench around nothing, winking at him for it to be filled up once again. “you’re so slutty, princess..” he teased quietly loud enough for you to hear. so stupid of him. stupid of him to use that nickname he’s called you for years, ever since you two became friends. now, hearing him say it in the same sentence as ‘slut’ made your head spin. you moaned at his words adding another finger to your menstrations, circling your clit a little harder and a little faster. 

“yeah.. did you like that..?” he continued. he reached his hand down into his shorts, pulling them down to release his unbearably hard cock. it slapped his stomach, precum staining his tank once it hit. he let out a loud grunt once he felt the cold air hit his sensitive wet slit. his hand wrapped around the shaft, using his thumb to collect the precum and rub it around it. “fuck…” his head flew back showing a beautiful view on his adam’s apple bobbing up and down. his hand moved faster, trying to keep up with the pace of your fingers. 

this wasn’t enough. 

both you and him craved for one another’s touch. 

“gyu..” you whined. your stomach started to get tight. the build up was coming fast and seeing how pretty he and his dick was was going to send you over the edge. “i need you inside.. please.” 

his ears rang at the sound of your voice and the words that fell within it. he felt like he was going to lose it, hearing you beg for him to fuck you. his dick throbbed in his palm wanting to be suffocated by your soft walls. he knew his eyes turned dark with lust, watching your cunt wink at him getting ready to be filled up with him. he let go of his dick and crawled over to you. he grabbed your wrist pulling it off of your clit and placing the fingers into your mouth. he watched how your eyes fluttered from the taste of yourself making the pretty boy bite his lip with them forming into a smirk. after he let go, he grabbed behind one of your knees, spreading you out more for him. he hovered over your heat collecting a heap to spit to lube up your cunt just enough for him to fit in. the trail fell from his mouth slowly and landed on your swollen bud then moved between your lips. “oohhh my god—“ you moaned, the sight too lewd for you… and him. 

he gulped loudly at the view, the scene almost pornographic. his dick was basically screaming at him to just fuck you until you couldn’t walk to more, but he didn’t care. he was going to make this last long so it could burn into his memory and burn into yours. he grabbed his dick, rubbing the tip against your folds making both of you groan at feeling. he tapped it against your clit the proceeded to rub between your folds. you reached up to him wanting his chest on yours, wanting to be close, wanting to feel that weight on top of you. “you want me, baby?” he smiled. you nodded a yes grabbing on to his shirt to pull him closer. “so bad..” 

your lips collided again, his tongue wasting no time to push into your mouth and take over. still holding on to his dick, he slowly pushed his throbbing tip in. you inhaled deep at the small stretch, sighing into his mouth. then he pushed in more and more causing you to break the kiss. you moaned feeling your core twist and turn at the delicious stretch. your faces still close, him watching your eyes roll in the back of your head from his dick. the corner of his lips turned upwards seeing the effect he had on you, knowing that he’s dreamed of having this effect on you and nobody else. 

and the more he thought about it, in this very moment, he’s always loved you. 

he couldn’t believe how much he denied that fact. infatuation? attractiveness? he felt like such an idiot knowing that it was something more than just those two words. the butterflies flew up from his stomach to his chest looking at your beautiful face contorting from pleasure. he pushed in just a little more, finally bottoming out inside of you. his mouth agape at the tightness from your walls. you were sucking him in completely, not letting him go at all. his grip on your leg got tighter, pushing it up just a little getting ready to give you everything you deserved. 

he moved his hips slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. a gasp fell from your lips indicating you were just fine. he placed another kiss on your lips, pulling himself out just a little then thrusting deep and fast into you. the pace wasn’t fast but it wasn’t slow either, hitting all the right places making you twitch underneath him. his hands pushed him up giving him room to go harder, caging your head in.  “shit.. you’re so pretty..” he groaned. he could hear the wet noises you two were making together, and the skin slapping everytime you two connected. it was unbearable. the way your breast jumped under the shirt and how your thighs moved every time he drove into you, he couldn’t take it. he lifted your shirt up just a bit, only seeing your stomach. he placed one of his hand on your belly, pushing down as he continued to drive into you. “you feel me here, baby?” he pushed down harder, trying to feel himself fuck into you. you moaned at his question, turning your face towards his other arm, nodding your head as one of your hands held onto his arm. “yes yes…” 

he started to fuck into you harder, feeling you clamp around him getting ready to release once again. he brought his body close to yours once more placing kissing on your jaw and the corner of your lips. “feel so good…” you moaned. beomgyu felt his heart drop at your words. his hips stuttered into you, bringing out a whine from you. 

“again..” he murmured. his lips were close to yours, foreheads connect while both of your mouths are agape. “tell me i’m making you feel good.” you gulped at his demand, lifting your hips up and fucking yourself onto his dick. “i feel so good, gyu..” both you and his hips matched one another’s tempo, fucking each other nicely wanting nothing more than to cum together. beomgyu’s head was spinning. you cursed softly onto his lips. the pace he had once set earlier was starting to get more frantic, knowing he was going to cum soon. 

your hands slipped under his shirt, grazing his nipples. the pretty boy sucked in a breath and stilled his hips for just a second. “holy shit…” he breathed. you bit your swollen lip and pulled his tank to the side to show his bare nipple. your thumb and index finger pinched the swollen bud while looking up at him with darkened eyes. his face was snuched up prettily, small sighs falling from him. “you’re doing so good, baby..” you praised. you replaced your fingers with your mouth, flattening your tongue to lick his nipple. the prettiest whine came from him, moaning your name high and submissively. you clenched around him as he slowly grinded his hips into you. “‘nna cum..” he moaned. you weren’t far from it either, you bit down on his nipple and clamped your cunt around him tighter wanting him to release inside of you. “fuck fuck fuck—“

his seed sprayed your walls, his dick twitching inside of you. he brought his hand down and circled your clit one last time, drawing the release out of you. your walls convulsed around him as you came on his dick. 

you grabbed beomgyu’s face and kissed him passionately. your breaths tickling each other’s faces. while you two were kissing you felt something wet hit your face. “gyu?” you asked once you pulled away. his eyes were shining bright with tears as they streamed down his face. “awee baby,” you cooed. you two flipped to your sides as you held onto him tight. “i’m right here.” you kissed his cheeks and the corner of his lip. “you’re still such a baby.” you smiled at him as he tried to wipe the tears from his eyes. 

“i love you,” he whispered. “i’ve always loved you.” honestly, you could feel yourself begin to cry too. your eyes slowly welling up with tears and finding it hard to hold the drops from falling. you smiled at him and placed a kiss upon his lips as your tears streamed down your face as well. 

“i love you too, back then and now.”

[universecorp]

⤷ incubus!soobin x fem!reader

⤷ w.c: 5.7k

⤷ summary: to you, he was the prettiest human you’ve ever seen, and thanks to your luck, you two end up becoming partners in your psych class. as time went by, the boy kept appearing in your dreams at the weirdest times. but now, you’re not too sure about the human part…

⤷ contents: dom!soobin, sub!reader, religious corruption, oral (fem receiving), degradation, slight dumbification, pervy soobin, FILTH, wet dreams, demon-like features (horns, nails, tail, teeth, split tongue, and wings), mirror sex, overstimulation, masturbation, soobin is BIG, unprotected sex, if i missed anything sorryyy :( ⤷ author's note: this is my first publicly published fic but i'm super excited to share! hopefully you guys enjoy! also, the lowercase is intentional. – jae

“why did i think signing up for morning classes was a good idea? i basically just set myself up.” 

that thought ran wild in your head as you stared at your purple lit ceiling. it was was too fucking early to learn psychology but hey, your day was done right after it so, like the “responsible” student you were, you forced yourself out of your bed and put on cute yet comfortable clothes to get yourself started with the day. thankfully, campus wasn’t that far from your off-campus apartment so what’s the point of wasting gas when you could just walk? 

perfect timing, 15 minutes early and nobody was there. you picked the most convenient seat in the room and unpacked your folders and notebook to begin with class. not even 10 minutes later, more and more students started rolling in and finding seats beside their friends or people they found attractive to grab their attention. 

but then there’s him..

yeah, him the one with the specks and black hair that stood out to you but probably not to everyone else; why is that? you remembered the first time he came in the class, he was just a week behind because of the class switch period but, once he walked in he immediately caught your eye. if you could recall, you believed his name was soobin; tall, pretty face and beautiful lips, everything about him was beautiful and portioned correctly. it’s a shame you were the only one who appreciated his beauty. 

“alright guys if you check in our class section, you will see the group that you’re in for the rest of this project so get comfortable with one another cause you’re stuck with them for a while,” a small laugh fell from the professor's lips like it was sooo funny. everybody groaned at the end of his spiel and started moving towards the numbered tables. you were table 2 so you didn’t have to move at all but in the corner of your eye you saw two bodies approaching you.

“you must be—“ 

“____! hi,” you smiled. you turned your head fully to get a glimpse of your two partners and dear god your luck must be either shitty or great. soobin sat down beside you while the other partner sat across from both of you. to you, this had to be either some sort of punishment or blessing; he smelt so good like freshly folded laundry with a hint of cologne. you couldn’t even imagine what he sounded like too. 

you pulled out the rubric of the project quickly before you could turn to the pretty boy and ask him his name. he didn’t seem tense and he didn’t seem nervous to talk either but, he did seem a little standoffish the way he immediately went to write notes down before introducing himself. 

“what’s your name?” you asked looking directly at his face hoping to burn holes in them so he could have eye contact with you. the other partner already introduced themself right after asking your name. he finally took his focus away from the notes and looked at your eyes glowing with curiosity as to who the hell he was. 

“i’m soobin.”

—————

on your way back home all you could think about was him. the rest of the class he was quiet, only wrote down notes, and typed in the things that he thought would help us out with the project. 

“maybe he’s shy,” you convinced yourself. this is the first time you’ve met him so maybe he’s just a little nervous. 

before you left the class, you asked your group if they wanted to come to the food court on campus to discuss the project and possibly get to know one another. sadly, the other partner had to attend another class right after so the only one was soobin. to no avail, he looked down at you with an unreadable expression and said, “no.” 

it wasn’t like you did something to him so why was he so cold? you brushed it off once you got inside of your apartment and took a quick shower. you threw yourself onto your bed and cuddled up in your sheets to take a quick nap. 

it was so blurry. you couldn’t make out anything except for the fact you were in class. everyone was sitting together with their group but you were sitting all by yourself. you checked your phone looking at the time seeing class was going to start in 10 minutes. finally, soobin walked in and took his place beside you smelling good as usual but this time with a little more cologne. the professor came to your table explaining how the other partner dropped the class and how it will just be you and soobin this time. you nodded your head and faced the pretty boy watching him as he eyed your face and then your stature up and down with a sly smirk on his face. “wanna go to the food court?” 

you woke up to your ceiling being lit blue this time and the sky dark. you literally just started talking to the boy and here you go having dreams about him but, it was nothing crazy so you went on about your night. 

well… you wished it was nothing crazy..

“your partner dropped the class so you and soobin will just be the only group with two people. if you need help with the project just let me know.” 

this was too much like deja vu, too much of a coincidence. the dream happened two days ago but you remembered it so vividly when the professor spoke. maybe it was just a foreshadowing, usually dreams like that can happen. 

all class, you and soobin worked on the project and he spoke a little more than usual. “i created a doc where we can jot down ideas at the same time,” you spoke taking out the said document. the title was called “the mind of sex;” your group decided to talk about the minds of those and how one’s psych can effect their sexual adrenaline and desires. “i found some sites that can help us as well.” 

soobin nodded as his fingers went to work on his computer. honestly, seeing him focus and type away made you wonder what goes on in his head. this topic is definitely going to open some weird behaviors and some awkward feelings but he seemed like he didn’t care. you both are adults after all but you knew this topic would make you feel extremely awkward, especially around somebody so handsome. 

“you want to go to the food court?” you blinked once you realized he was staring at you. the shuffling of people packing up and talking about whatever the hell tuned back into you; were you staring that hard? 

“oh- yeah we can, sorry..” you never put your stuff away that fast before. the way he asked in such a soft yet deep voice made your cheeks warm. little did you know, soobin knew the effect he had on you, watching you with a little smirk.

—————

days, weeks, even a month passed and this project was close to being finished. every week, you and soobin decided to go to the food court after that class. he’s much warmer than you thought he was, laughing at your jokes, sharing food, and being an amazing partner that didn’t make you do all the work. you also realized that the topic isn’t as awkward as you thought. 

“hey you wanna try this ice cream flavor with me? i heard it’s super good,” you asked. you already purchased it and grabbed two spoons getting ready to dig in but you believed it would be better if he tried it with you. he laughed and grabbed the spoon getting ready to taste it with you. your eyes grew wide at the flavour loving it so much while soobin on the other hand hated it. 

“yeah.. you can have it..” he gagged, drinking his soda to flush the taste down. you giggled at him and continued eating it with glowing eyes, those same glowing eyes you gave him when you asked him his name. he nibbled on his lip watching you look around while eating it. almost like a little kitten. “…cute.” 

you didn’t hear him. 

thank god you didn’t. 

ironic of him to be saying ‘thank god…’

soobin looked to the right to see two men watching you. 

“seems like at least one of them has the hots for you,” he sighed. you looked over to see the two men nod their head up ‘hey.’ you rolled your eyes and looked back at soobin. 

“maybe they want you instead,” you smiled, bringing your attention back to your ice cream and phone. soobin wasn’t stupid, he’s a man too after all. you were absolutely beautiful to him and definitely to others, and the way you’re licking around that spoon could have anybody go nuts for you. 

yeah.. especially the way you were licking it.

it’s in soobin’s nature, he can’t help it. somebody with such a cute face licking the spoon sinfully can only make his brain run wild. thinking about how you would look getting on your slightly red knees, licking at his clothed dick begging for it to choke yo—

“soobin?” his eyes were dark. way too dark. almost like your dream. lately, you’ve been having dreams about him more and more. they would be normal dreams like you two going to the food court or going on a cute small date but before you would wake, his eyes would look dark. no life, no feeling, just dark. and every time you saw them your stomach would churn. a pool inside your gut will toss and make your face feel hot, almost like you were aroused but it was only for a slight second, not enough for you to fully pinpoint the kind of feeling it was. 

but it happened again and this time you weren’t dreaming. 

“oh shit, i forgot i have to go! i’ll talk to you later okay, text me when you get home!” before you could even say goodbye he left. you blinked a couple of times before brushing off that anxious feeling. you loved soobin yes, but every once and a while this anxious feeling would come to you, itching your brain like it was telling you to run but you ignored it. soobin has proved himself more and more that he’s a sweetheart and wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. so why was your gut reacting this way? 

where were you? it almost looked like your room…maybe? you were burning up, sweat running down your face but your lower half was uncomfortably wet. your gut was tight with arousal wanting nothing more than to get off but you just couldn’t move. 

now, it cut to a body. a head actually. your hands gripping their hair as their tongue lapped against your folds and slurped against your clit. every muscle in your body wanted to buck your hips into their mouth, wanting them to go faster but dear god the strength that they had around your hips was inhumane. curses left your lips as you felt that rope begin to snap but why wasn’t it. it felt drawn out like you couldn’t release at all yet you were so close. they sucked harder, using their fingers inside of you hitting that spot every time they curved them up. 

“please.. please please i’m so close,” you sighed, knowing your juices were sticking to the bed and the strangers face. their hand came up to your chest, pinching your hardened nipple taking you to the edge but not there. it was only a little bit away. just a little. 

“please.. soobin—“ 

your brain didn’t stop. the dream kept going, completely ignoring the fact you said his name. it was just a dream right, no harm or anything, you couldn’t control it. 

if anybody else was living in your apartment, they would definitely hear the noises you were making, such slutty and dirty noises. you tossed and turned in your bed, humping the air feeling like your dream was real. 

and it was all his doing. 

soobin sat on the balcony, right outside of your window. legs crossed, eyes gold, horns curled, nails long and sharp, and wings larger than the average demon and a long tail with a heart shaped spike at the end. his presence is only sensed by you in your dream, nobody else. he could see how the dream was playing out, making the scenes unfold but to his surprise, before he could bring himself into the mix, you were already begging for him. a shiver ran through his spine after hearing his name fall from your mouth so prettily. his sharp canines bit at his lip, feeling himself get hard at the thought of you bucking up into his face, begging for him to fuck you and make a mess of you. 

he’s so close to making you finally his. 

—————

the dreams wouldn’t stop. every morning you would wake up unsatisfied, aroused beyond belief at that thought of soobin. he appeared in your dreams more often then at usual doing the most unholy things to you. at one point, there was a time where your plump lips wrapped around his girthy dick, feeling every vein on your tongue, and watching his face with wide eyes. then, there was when he fucked you against the wall, burns on your back from the friction. and then, you sitting on his face, riding his tongue feeling so fucking good.

it was driving you insane. 

you would wake up around the same time every night, 3:45 am. your panties soaked with precum and that itch that you needed to fulfill. 

the average person would just change their underwear and sleep it off. but you? you couldn’t. you immediately took your phone and scrolled through twitter to find something, just anything to help you finish. your vibrator in one hand with the phone in the other, finding some pretty girl getting pounded by this man with a huge dick just like soobin had in her dream. her moaning, drool coming out of the side of her mouth and cum spilling from her cunt. 

maybe it was the lack of sleep. 

or maybe it was the frequent dreams about him. 

but as you looked at the videos, it seemed like the video changed from the girl to you, and the man to soobin, him being the one pounding into you like you were some lifeless fuck toy. 

you felt so guilty. you felt like complete shit, but fuck you couldn’t help it. moaning out his name as you finished yourself off after the blue-balled dream that you had. 

yet you still went to class. guilt rushed through your body as you saw the pretty boy walk into class with a big smile on his face as he saw you. you tried to return the favor but the guilt just kept eating at you. 

but the devil was winning terribly today. 

soobin became awfully clingy today. his hand placed on your thigh, his fingers playing with your own, even a tight back hug here and there and it was driving you insane. your panties soaked once again as you thought about your unforgivable actions, seeing the size difference between your hand and his, wishing it was around your neck instead. 

more and more arousal fell into your panties and fuck soobin can smell it. it was intoxicating to him. if he didn’t have all that self control his eyes would’ve immediately turned gold. he both knew that you and him could not fight it off any longer. 

“since we have to present on thursday, is it cool if i come over so we can practice it?” he asked. maybe it was because you were eager for a crumb of his presence. or maybe something or somebody was controlling you to answer the way you did. 

“yeah sure!” 

you both walked together, grabbing snacks along the way. you had some bottles of wine as well so you guys can have a good time. 

“you’re really good at speaking,” you told him. you both just ran over lines to get a grasp on it to see how much you both could remember. 

“you think so?” he asked, sitting back down beside you taking a sip of his wine. the wine definitely made you feel more loose and not so tense, it’s almost like you forgot about why you were so tense. 

“yeah, it’s almost like you’re drawing people in when you talk. its really good.” it’s almost like you were talking from experience. his voice was intoxicating, it drew you in immediately. you two talked more about the subject and ate some of the chips you guys bought as well. 

“it’s still funny to me how kinks are considered psychological disorders,” you chuckled watching the tv. 

“what? you saying you have some?” he chuckled. yeah he was a demon alright, he knew where this was going and so did you but the wine didn’t make you back down from the question. 

“if you tell me yours i’ll tell you mine.” 

“oh please,” he laughed. “this has to be a set up. you probably don’t even have one.” you smiled and bit your lip trying to hold back a laugh but you took one more sip of your wine and drew your attention back at him. 

“i like… looking at myself in the mirror. is that a kink?” you asked, eating your chips again. usually you’re not like this but this feeling that this man was resonating made every impulsive thought leave your mouth. he looked over at you as he drank his wine, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down. 

“you’ve had sex in front of a mirror before?” his voice low and his eyes heavy as he watched your reaction. every hormone that he was giving off was slowly affecting you, your lip between your teeth and your legs closed together trying to calm yourself down. from your reaction, it didn’t seem like you had sex in front of one. “or did you fuck yourself in front of it?” 

god you hope he didn’t hear you. 

a small gasp came from your lips at his words. 

he was so close to jumping on you. the little bit of sanity that he had left stopped him. 

“for me,” he began. “i love seeing my partner beg and look helpless under me..” 

it was like you were under some spell. words that you understood started to turn into a different language, like it was demonic. your body started to burn up, stomach turning creating that same churn that you had in your dreams. your breath started to quicken as you felt yourself drip into your panties. 

“fuck..” you moaned throwing your head back. the trance wouldn’t stop and so did his words, it felt like torture. you gripped onto the arm of the sofa trying to find something to give you leverage. the voices wouldn’t leave your head and this addicting feeling wouldn’t either. where was soobin? was he okay?

just like he read your mind, he looked down at your helpless state, eyes gold and horns showing. his beautiful hand grabbing your face. 

“you poor thing,” he whispered. the voices went away but this rope in your gut didn’t. your skin was on fire making you want to rip your clothes off one by one. “doesn’t this feel so familiar?” 

what was he talking about? you couldn’t even think, your focus only being on wanting this feeling to go away. but he was right, this did feel familiar.. the fever like temperature, the churning, and his presence, this felt too familiar. 

“all those dreams, you thought those were normal?” you moaned at his words, scenes of your dreams played behind your eyelids. you bucked your hips into the air trying to feel something, just anything. you opened your eyes, looking at soobin’s state. 

his eyes gold, horns curled, canines sharp.

you’ve heard of this before. an incubus. somebody who comes in your dreams and feast off of your wet dreams. to think it was real… to think it was soobin. 

his hand let go of your face but placed it softly under your chin with his thumb caressing your cheek. 

“i almost feel bad,” he whispered bringing his face close to yours. “betraying you like this. you look so helpless and confused. it makes me want you more, lovely. do you still love me? you still love the soobin you knew before?”

you can’t be this insane… you swear you couldn’t. 

looking at his face, his demon features, and the surprising warmth coming from his hand, it made you spiral. 

“so… so pretty…” you whispered. your heart rate sped up the longer you looked at him. you knew it, everything about him screamed he was hiding something and yet you found it so attractive. the darkness in his eyes that he had for a split second every time you looked at him, the sly smirk,the anxious feeling that you got, everything screamed something to you. yet, this soobin was just as beautiful. 

you brought your weak hand up, placing it on his cheek. the sharp heart shaped end of his tail slowly moved along with your movement, anticipating your every move. 

“pl… please soobin…” you whined, your stomach still churning wanting to feel him inside of you. soobin must’ve gone soft, his heart weak for you after he heard those soft words leave your lips. 

he brought himself around and picked you up, placing you against the wall. one of his hands held you up while the other ran up your stomach. his plump lips found yours, canines biting down onto your lip. the sigh of relief that left your lips after finally feeling what you’ve been wanting for months. his large bulge rubbed against your clothed cunt, making you whimper into the kiss. 

breaking from the kiss, he made his way to your neck. rubbing his nose against you, taking in your scent and hearing the blood pump through your veins. his lips placed soft kisses against your neck until his tongue found its way. 

his fucking tongue. his tongue soft, long, and split slowly taking in the taste of your skin. a groan came from within him, making him buck into you. 

“holy fuck…” you breathed. he smiled against your skin at your choice of words. he looked at your face, your eyes low and dark with lust and cheeks flushed. fuck he could’ve came just looking at you. he brought his sharp nail to your shirt, easily ripping it in the center showing your braless chest. he place his hand on you stomach making your chest tighten more. a deep moan came from your lips feeling your blood rush further down to your cunt. 

“soobin please…!” you pleaded. 

as evil as soobin can be, he has a rule set; in order for him to give you what you wanted, you had to invite him in. this was a form of consent for the demon for you to give him your all andfor him to do the same. this was also a bonding form for you to stay with him, to be his till death. 

a circle with words in a different stroke pattern appeared on your stomach, glowing a bright yellow. 

“do you want me, lovely?” he groaned into your ear. “you want me to give you want?” 

tears streamed down your face as whimpers came out of your mouth. you could feel your slick slide down your leg, coating his covered dick.

“if you let me in baby, your life will change. your Lord won’t be able to save you, love…” his tongue wrapped around to the other side of your neck, feeling you gulp at his menstrations. “you will be a walking sin along with me, no verse, no prayer, no forgiveness can save you. do you want that?” 

you didn’t care, you wanted soobin, every part of him you needed. even if that meant staying with him for the rest of your life, you didn’t care. 

you nodded your head but that wasn’t the answer he wanted. 

“you need to say it baby. invite me.” 

“yes…! i.. fuck i invite you…!” 

his middle and ring finger traced the circle on your stomach flashing red when finished. soobin wasted no time bringing you to your room and throwing you on the bed. 

he threw his shirt off, his spiked tail moving side to side in excitement. he pulled down your shorts and panties in one movement, seeing your cunt unbelievably soaked. 

“fuck…” he breathed, pulling your ankles and dragging you down to the end of the bed. he brought your thighs around his head, flattening his split tongue separating your folds. your back arched from the bed, gripping onto your sheets for mercy. you tasted so good, so sweet and addicting.

ideas of what to do to you kept running through his mind. he wanted to see you on your knees, he wanted to see it slide into you, he definitely wanted to taste you to the point he wouldn’t forget your taste. everything was running through his mind and his dick. his hand climbed up your body, finding its way to your breast pinching your nipple between his fingers. his tongue never finding a break between your folds; his split tongue scissoring along your clit intensely then finally making its way into your entrance. your thighs began to shake around his head, threatening to close around him but of course he wasn’t going to let that happen. he slapped your quivering thigh making you whine at the pain only for it to be followed by two more slaps. his tongue showed no mercy, reaching places within you making your build up come quicker than usual. 

he pulled away, bringing himself up to look into your eyes. his nails contracted into a human-like nail bed making it easier for him to coat his digits with your arousal. his slick lips finding its way to your chest,your neck, and then to your cheek. 

“you want me right here baby?” he groaned against your cheek. his fingers only grazing your clit and entrance, making it messier. for a slight second his hand stopped its menstrations causing a whine to fall from your lips, bucking up into nothing trying to follow his touch. 

but fuck he didn’t like that. 

a wave of pain ran through you as his hand slapped your cunt. he licked at your cheek with a smile forming on his lips. then he did it again. 

and again…

and again…

“you’re not gonna answer me babe..?” the salty taste of your tears fell on his tongue as he continued to lick your reddened cheek. of course a slut like you would enjoy that pain, your pussy getting wetter by the second. his fingers slowly rubbed against your clit, riling you up more. “tell me that you want me.” 

his name fell from your lips as his digits slid through your entrance. the pace was antagonizing yet so fucking delicious. who would've thought that would send you over the edge? 

“shit…” you gasped as your pussy convulsed around his fingers. the rope finally snapped, making your mind go blank and body go numb. soobin chuckled to himself as he pulled his fingers out, cum slowly rolling down his fingers. 

“you’re so pathetic.” bringing his fingers towards his mouth, his tongue licked around his covered fingers making you clench around nothing. the sight was unbearable, you could feel your gut begin to churn again at the lewd view. he’s a demon for a reason, looking so sinful by doing the most unholy thing. his fingers made its way back into you, curling against your g-spot drawing out moans that fell from your lips once again. you whined at the overstimulation but fuck you loved it. 

“—ant it… inside…” you begged. you couldn’t take the foreplay any longer. he pursed his eyebrows up as he looked at your face. you turned your head over to look at him, chest heaving up and down and drool running down the side of your lip. “soobin..” 

god you were so beautiful. his chest felt tight as he watched you beg for him, only saying his name. he brought his hands toward his sweats, dick begging to be released. his dick flew to his belly button, precum slapping against it. you lifted yourself onto your elbows wanting a glimpse of what was going to go inside you and holy shit— 

“i wonder if it’ll fit?” he smiled to himself. his hand wrapped around his dick slowly pumping it. you lifted yourself up just a little bit more, bringing your quivering hand to his shaft. “it will…” you whispered. he watched your actions with lidded eyes, feeling his heart pound in his chest faster and faster. you pumped his cock slowly, feeling the vein pulse against your soft hand. your thumb rubbed against his tip and his frenulum, collecting his precum. his head fell back at the sensation, fucking into your hand wishing it was your throat already. “can i… um…” 

he knew what you wanted, you wanted to finally taste him as well. he brought his head back to look down at those same glowing eyes only making his dick twitch more. he brought his hand to his face, smiling into his palm. “you’re gonna drive me insane.” 

he grabbed at your ankles again, pulling you closer to his standing dick. he brought his tip to your entrance slowly pushing it in bringing out an elongated moan from the both of you at needed feeling. his nails retracted against your hips, losing control of his abilities. “damn you feel so good.” he pushed himself more into your heat finally bottoming out forcing your breath to  quicken trying to regain calmness but fuck his dick was so big it was unbearable. his thumbs rubbed circles against your sides, shushing you. “you’re okay… you’re okay i got you.” 

he pulled his hips away slowly pulling out a gasp from your lips. the pain was turning into intoxicating pleasure, bringing a moan out to  indicate you were fine. the grip on your hips became tighter as he jolted his hips into you. 

there was no turning back now. 

the sound of skin slapping at a fast pace ripped through your silent room. his sharp teeth bit into his plump bottom lip causing some blood to run down them. your voice wouldn't stop, the force this man—demon—was using was pushing it out of you more and more. your breast jumped from the impact, becoming a beautiful view for him. 

“it’s like you want your neighbors to hear you,” he smirked. your neck was too far for him to reach, resulting in his tail to wrap around your neck, pressing against the arteries causing your head to go light.

“oh… mygod—“ you choked out. soobin was making a complete slut out of you, using his abilities to bring the sin out of you. his tail became tighter around your neck making you moan at the pressure. you could only imagine how disgusting you both looked. 

and you were right, it was fucking disgusting. 

“open your eyes, lovely.” 

you slowly opened your lids and found a random mirror on the ceiling. soobin’s tail around your throat, his head thrown back in pleasure, and your body convulsing around him. fuck it was so hot. the view of his dick thrusting inside of you and the strings of arousal sticking to his body after each thrust was the breaking point for you. 

“gonna cum…!” you mewled. his tail brought your body up just a little to make eye contact with him. his eyes dark instead of gold, making you whimper even louder. “then beg.” 

pleads fell from your lips as that rope was starting to snap again. his tongue stuck out just a little and his sharp teeth showed into a smirk. he was approaching his high as well and the need to cum inside of you was incredible. 

“cum with me..” he groaned, his thrusts becoming more frantic and off pace. your voice gradually became louder as you clenched around his dick. that action alone made him release inside of you, his warm cum hitting your walls and sliding out of you. he pulled his dick out, seeing the cum drip out of your spazzing cunt. fuck, you were beyond everything he wanted. he couldn’t believe that you, the one that he desperately needs, bonded to him for the rest of your life. god, he felt his dick get hard again, eyes wavering between your fucked out face and your cunt. before he even realized, he was stuffing himself back into you. 

“i…i can’t— ahh… fuck soobin please…” the overstimulation was too much but he felt so right against your walls. he brought his chest against yours, lips attached to your neck as he slowly fucked into you. 

“fuck i’m losing my mind…” he breathed into your ear. his hips started to speed up, listening to the lewd sounds you and him were making. his groans turned into whimpers as he rutted into you. “feel so good…” 

his name fell from your lips again, your hips meeting him at a perfect pace. your nails dug into his wide back, biting into his shoulder as your moans got louder. fuck he was approaching fast and so were you. 

“kiss me,” you whined. he pecked at your cheek until he finally met your sore lips. teeth clashing here and there and moans being drowned out by the other’s lips. your cunt clenched around his dick, milking every little bit of him out. 

he lifted himself off of you looking at your half-conscious state. the seal on your stomach appeared once again, glowing red. the same two fingers he used earlier he used again, tracing the outline to officially complete the seal. 

“see you soon, ____.” 

[universecorp]

⤷ cat hybrid!huening kai x owner!fem!reader

⤷ w.c: 8k

⤷ summary: when one random meeting turned into multiple, you couldn't help yourself when you impulsively made the decision to stick together. however, falling in love with the hybrid wasn't a part of the decision making.

⤷ contents: slight slight angst i guess, fluff, mxm mention between members, dom!reader, sub!kai, kai is a voyeur, oral (receiving, giving), use of a toy (receiving, giving), breeding kink, lots of c–, praising, nipple play, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, ummm

⤷ ♪ : "good days always sunny inside. good day living in my mind." – good days by sza

⤷ author's note: long black hair hyuka ruined me so i had to spit it all out on here. also, my fics from now on are going to have a lyric from the song i based it off of.

“oh my god!” you jumped in shock when you saw a.. human(?) sitting on your porch fast asleep with their clothes soaked, possibly from the huge storm that happened last night. the person jumped from your sudden voice looking at you with their eyes dilated sharp like a cat. “you’re a hybrid..!” they stared at you eyes still widened in fear. they slowly moved backwards pondering on if they should run away or not but you stopped them before it could move. “are you hungry? wait right here..” 

you remembered that you cooked salmon last night and there was still half of it left in your fridge. you placed it on a paper plate and warmed it up before you gave it to the hybrid who was surprisingly still there. “here, just for you.” you placed the plate in front of them, earning a slight growl from your closeness but you continued to move slowly, making sure not to scare them off. you closed the door to give it some privacy but you stayed, looking through the peephole in your door to see if they were still out there. 

and they were. 

moving slightly with their back facing the door. you smiled a bit and decided to wait a bit before leaving since you had nowhere to be. 10 minutes had passed and you decided to look outside again only to find that the hybrid wasn’t there but the plate was empty.

then, a week passed. 

the figure looking so familiar making a smile creep up on your face, “hi again.” the hybrid opened its eyes with its pupils in a natural state. “there’s no salmon today, but i have some chicken. how does that sound?” the tail that you didn’t see during the first meeting waved around slowly while it’s face continued to be straight. the tail had a white blotch on the tip while the rest was black. yeah, they are definitely a cat hybrid but.. you didn’t see the ears. but you brushed by it and went back inside to get the said meal. and, just like last time they left with an empty plate on the porch.

suddenly, the meetings became more frequent. you supplying it some leftovers but if you didn’t have any you gave them sweets and snacks to hold them off. you wondered if they were a stray hybrid but by the looks of it they had a change of clothes each time and still freshly kept. then you began to assume that it was just an escapee who liked to leave the house but since it was a hybrid, it would be hard to not notice, right? 

after some days and weeks of seeing the same hybrid, it started to enjoy a more physical connection. “do you like chips?” the hybrid bit down on the potato chip and waved its tail like it answered your question. you realized if hybrid didn’t like something it would hiss and/or growl like a normal cat would do but it never bothered you, you’ve owned a cat before it died long ago from age. “can i… can i pet you?” the hybrid’s eyes grew a little in size as he looked at you with its tail wagging once again. you brought your hand up slowly to its face hoping it would sniff you to see if it was comfortable which it did. your left hand approached the top of its head, softly caressing the long puffy black hair. unintentionally, the hybrid brought its hands down and leaned into your hand, shivering at your menstrations. sweet purrs came from them, its hand placed softly on your thigh as it learned in further begging for more. their eyes closed while their lips turned up into a smile making yours contagious as you formed the same sweet smile. “you’re cute.” 

as you pat their head, you could feel some bumps making you slightly curious. you moved their locs a bit only to find folded ears twitching from your earlier pets. “your ears are so cute! i wonder what breed are you? are you just special and born differently?” 

“you don’t know?” 

a deep voice rang in your ears causing you to pull your hands back fast, startling the hybrid a bit. “i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you…” you mumbled. the hybrid’s eyes reverted back to its normal state after shifting into a tight slit from your fast movements. “you..you really don’t kno—“ “you talked!” your eyes big with excitement, finally being able to hear its voice for the first time since they have been coming to your porch. your sudden outburst made the hybrid smile at you once more, appalled at your ignorance to its breed but also how your only focus was how they sounded. 

“huening kai,” he stated “i was given the name huening kai by my owners. i’m a cat male hybrid and i’m 20 years old. my breed is a scottish fold.” you blinked at his words but a giggle fell from your lips uncontrollably making you cover your face. “w-what?” 

“nothing,” you smiled “you’re just so cute i couldn’t help it. also you’re a what now? you were born in scotland?” a laugh erupted from kai. his cheeks red hot from embarrassment but from how hard he was laughing, his head feeling like it was going to pop. 

“what’s your name?” he asked, pupils large with fondness as he stared at you. 

the corner of your lips turned upwards as you read his eyes and tail like a book. “i’m ____.” 

“____….” your name rolled off his tongue warmly, making the pretty hybrid wag his tail some more. 

“huening kai right?” he nodded at you in approval. “how about i call you hyuka.” 

——

later that day, you two decided to take a walk. you started to look more at the boy, studying his features as he talked to you and asked you random questions. the moles that kissed his smooth skin, his sharp features, the pretty bump on his nose bridge that looked so pokable, his cute smile, everything about him screamed angelic. too cute for his own good literally. 

“how did you come across my house?” the question that dances around in your head since the very beginning finally came out for him to hear as well. 

“well… for starters it was disgusting outside. the rain started to come down extremely hard, soaking all of my clothes, leaving me with nothing left to do but stay on a porch which so happened to be yours. you also have a soft ‘welcome’ mat and i loved the small lanterns that hung up on your house making it more relaxing.” 

“why were you outside in the first place?” you asked kicking the large rock on the sidewalk, “are you a stray?” 

“oh no,” he declined. “i would much rather be a stray. i live with my owners who aren’t that far down the street from you. i tend to ‘escape’ from there at times because they don’t truly love me..” he let out a nervous laugh as he too kicked a rock on the sidewalk while he was walking. “my breed is extremely valuable and since i’m also a scottish fold hybrid, that makes me even more valuable. i was bought intrusively because of those known facts which made my owners just attention hungry. showing me around like i’m at some auction. honestly, they might end up selling me to others because they suddenly can't take care of me anymore.” 

your heart ached for him, pissed at how his owners neglected him. his tail hung low as he finished telling his story, resulting in you coming up with an idea you would never regret. 

“live with me,” you spit. his eyes large at your sudden suggestion. “it’s lonely in the apartment all by myself. you don’t even have to pay rent, just clean up and i’ll take care of you.” the hybrid blankly stared at you waiting to see if what you said was all a joke. 

but it wasn’t. 

“will you allow me to be the best owner you’ve ever had?” you reached your hand out in front of him waiting for his answer. pushing away your hand, he got closer to your frame bringing you into the biggest hug, his face in the crook of your neck inhaling your scent that he would never forget. the hug alone was a great enough answer for you. 

——

and that was the beginning. 

it has now been 5 and a half months since kai became your roommate and pet. your closet now being filled with both yours and his wardrobe, the bathroom with both you and his toothbrush, towels, toiletry, everything. while you went to work, he stayed, of course, playing video games that he brought from his past house without the past owners knowing. a month after moving in, kai has blocked both of his past owners, destroying anything related to them and that house. he truly felt love from you and within you, not wanting to lose that feeling, that warm and drunk feeling of you loving him and him loving you. 

every night, you two slept in the same bed. his either on top of you or his head resting on your stomach as you both laid down fast asleep. one time, he had a bad dream of you leaving his side, abandoning him like his past owners so you made a promise: “you are loved, you are safe.” every night before you two fell asleep, you would play with his ears, hair, tail, whatever you got your hands on that night and say that phrase, reassuring and reminding him that wherever you were was home. then, he would purr softly onto you and drift you both into a slumber. 

“hyukaaa, i’m home!” you turned around to lock the door only to be greeted by the said hybrid with a tight back hug. “hi baby.” a smile came across your face once you felt the vibration of his purrs tickling your neck. 

“i missed you,” he said in a pout. his tail wrapped around your waist comfortably rubbing his face against yours. you scratched behind his folded ear feeling his tail move a little in excitement. “i missed you too. i’m going to the mall in a bit, would you like to come?” he answered in a small nod and went to the room to get changed. you stayed on the couch and watched tv while you waited for him to finish getting ready. once he did, he came back out with his tail and ears covered. honestly, it saddened you to see him cover himself up knowing it’s because he didn’t want anybody to know his breed. “hyuka..” he looked at you with normal dilated eyes and his head turned to the side. you sat up and placed yourself in front of his tall figure bringing your hands up to ruffle his hair back into place so his folded ears would show. you also lifted up his shirt to see his tail wrapped along his waist, blending in with his frame underneath his clothes. “you are loved, you are safe.” his feline teeth showed as he smiled at your words, being reminded that he was safe everywhere with you. “it’s gonna be okay. so come on, let's go.” 

“let’s get some pretzels, i’m hungry.” you grabbed kai’s hand dragging him to the top floor of the mall to look for the closest pretzel shop you could find. you bought both you and him something small to last you two for a while before dinner. “for ___!“ the hybrid stood up to go grab the order but was stopped by the worker at the register. you watched their interaction seeing the worker smile and kai blush uncontrollably. once he came back he grabbed your hand and left with the food in the other. “hyuka? what happened?” 

“they called me cute… i got embarrassed andi didn’t know what to do so i left. why would she do that in front of my owner that’s so weird..” he mumbled the last bit although it didn’t slip past you. you laughed at his childlike ways while your thumb stroked his hand to calm him down. “you are cute. now, give me some pretzels. i’m hungry.” 

what did go unnoticed was the big smile that creeped on his face once you reassured him that he was in fact cute. 

you two walked into another store that distributed clothes and accessories, housing essentials, and much more. you told kai that you wanted to spice up the apartment a little more and he needed his help since it wasn’t just your apartment anymore it was his as well. 

“what do you think of this, ____?” kai pulled out a rug and a mirror to go into the living room space. “hmm, maybe not the mirror but a picture frame would be cute? or orrrrr what if it was a string of pictures of us attached to the wall above the tv with some cute led lights?” kai’s pupils dilated larger than before, his tail unintentionally quivering with excitement. his head ran with thoughts of you two, the pictures that you already had of them, the pictures taken in the future, everything about you and him being together flooded his mind. “then maybe we should find a polaroid?” he suggested. he grabbed the rug and placed it into the cart. you both headed towards the aisle with cameras and film, finding both the lilac camera and the extra polaroid film. thankfully, you found the batteries right beside it, opening both the camera and the batteries while kai’s attention was on something else. taking the opportunity, you took a picture of the hybrid boy playing with a ball of yarn that he found in one of the aisles. “huh..– ____!” the polaroid came running out of the machine, making the boy flustered. “couldn’t help myself.” 

“that’ll be $77.54, ma’am.” the cashier rang up all of your items, placing them in the bag gently while kai put the finished ones in the basket. “here ya go.” “well i’ll be damn,” you and kai turned your attention to the old man passing by with his wife on the other side of him. his eyes scanned kai’s frame looking at his relaxed tail and his cutely folded ears on top of his curly head. “it’s a scottish fold hybrid. i heard they are extremely valuable.” you helped kai finish putting the bags in the cart to try and speed this up so the man wouldn’t go into a full conversation but due to you and kai’s luck, the man proceeded. “he is mighty pretty and well kept. how much was he? who’s your breeder?” the audacity that flew out of the man as he tried to touch kai, his hand raised above the pretty boys head making kai crouch a little with his tail tense and tight against him. 

“i would appreciate it if you didn’t touch him,” you spit feeling the anger flow through your blood seeing this weird man touch kai. the old man blinked and brought his hand back down to his side. you grabbed kai’s hand, pulled him and pushed the cart out of the store and made your way to the car. “the audacity of that fucking man, does he not know anything about common decency?” your head was fuming with irritation, and kai could feel it. his hair continued to stand, feeling anxious about the situation that occurred, remembering why he hid himself and why he didn’t like the breed he was. “___… it’s okay i’m fine,” he lied. he's never seen you this upset before, the cursing and the static breaths. he would much rather lie than to see you like this. “hyuka don’t lie, i know you’re upset.” kai pouted as his tail stayed still beside him. he played with the tip of his tail to calm himself down while you drove home. 

“you know what i just realized?” still staring at the street as you drove, you dawned upon a thought that possibly could help the sad hybrid. kai let out a hum waiting for your statement. “you’ve never been around other hybrids huh?” in your peripheral you could see kai’s tail shivering and his big eyes watching you. a smile fell upon your lips as you brought your phone up to call your closest friend.

“hey soobin!” 

“i’m scared to ask what you want.” you and soobin have known one another since junior high, two completely opposite people yet so close. “but what do you want?” 

“oh shut up. anyways, are you and yeonjun busy?” yeonjun is soobin’s fox hybrid but also his boyfriend. long story short, soobin adopted yeonjun from an adoption center and they lived together for about 4 almost 5 years now. within those years, soobin realized that he had fallen for the hybrid, same for yeonjun. 

“nope, we’re just laying do—“ 

“hyuka and i are 5 minutes away, see you soon!” you hung up and sped up towards your friend’s house. 

“welcome… i guess.” soobin opened the door and let you and kai in. the feline hybrid held onto you tightly as he walked into the house looking at every furniture and every painting up on the wall. he also came across pictures of soobin and who he believed was yeonjun on the living room table making his chest strangely warm. one picture was them at the beach together, one was them at the carnival, and the other was them kissing in front of a museum. “they’re together?” kai thought to himself. seeing the ears standing tall on yeonjun's head showing that he was in fact a hybrid and soobin being human made his face turn pink with embarrassment, but he didn’t understand why it was making him blush so much. 

so lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize that the fox hybrid was standing behind him with his nose sniffing away at the smaller one making him jump. “you must be hyuka,” yeonjun’s curled and fluffy  tail swished side to side while his ears stood in curiosity. “____ was right, you are super cute.” kai’s face became redder, trying to curl up towards you but you were too busy talking to soobin. “come on, let’s have fun.” 

which they did.

you and soobin sat on the porch while kai and yeonjun played badminton in the backyard. “you kinda suck at this game hyuka,” yeonjun laughed. “shut up.” 

“they got along pretty fast,” you said to soobin, sipping some fruit punch that he got from the fridge. “i’m glad hyuka isn’t thinking about the situation anymore.” before you all went outside, you explained what happened in the mall to soobin and he was furious. the audacity that some people have is concerning. 

“yeah, they’re super cute,” soobin responded while watching— no staring at yeonjun like he was going to devour him. 

“you’ve been staring at yeonjun’s ass the entire time, soobin.” the boy’s face flushed red once he directed his attention to you. “no i’m not!” “don’t worry,” yeonjun yelled, still playing badminton with the younger hybrid “it’s nothing new. he does it all the time.” a burst of laughter fell from your lips as you felt tears well up on your eyes. you could’ve sworn you saw steam coming from soobin’s head. his ears were blood dark red while his cheeks showed the same color. he fanned his face while trying to deny yeonjun’s words. 

kai on the other hand was laughing as well but he wondered if you did the same to him, watching him as much as soobin was watching yeonjun. you took a sip of your juice when your eyes made contact with kai who’s face showed a bright red. your eyes shrunk in a smile when you saw him but the hybrid jumped and turned his attention back towards the sly fox. at first, you blinked at the sudden action but shrugged it off and continued to talk to soobin. 

“he is a cutie, i can see why you got so attached,” soobin watched the hybrids play some more slowly but surely, tiring themselves out. “i’m surprised you don’t have feelings for him yet.” you almost choked on your spit when you heard the words fly out of him. “hey, i’m just saying. being all close and personal with him might make you gain some feelings but maybe it’s not true in your case.” 

——

even on the way back home you thought about it. there was no way you liked kai like that. you only viewed him as your roommate, your best friend, your pet in a way, not anything more. 

but at times you would glance at him. his sharp features showed as he rested in the passenger seat. the pretty boy was so worn out from his play date, it was dangerously cute. you didn’t even realize that you were smiling, teeth showing as you watched the hybrid sleep peacefully. his face glowed a dark red as you both waited at the stop light. his beautiful nose and his succulent lips enhanced with the lighting. and his pretty neck, moles that kissed his skin before you coul– wait. why were you thinking that, why were your eyes so glued to his features. the light that was once red now green making the car behind you beep their horn. you snapped out of your trance and continued to drive home. 

“wake upp, we’re home,” you whispered. you slightly shook the boy making him jump at the sudden movement. your tired and heavy steps loud as you were making your way up into the house. kai was the first one to take a shower, him too tired to wait longer to get in bed. you chuckled at him as you directed yourself to your room to get your clothes ready. 

“hyuka, are you done?” the shower has turned off a couple of minutes ago so you assumed that the hybrid was done. you took a couple of steps towards the bathroom only to see it was dark and left open. “hyuka?” you made your way towards the living room to see the pretty boy curled up on the sofa fast asleep. you felt your cheeks get hot as you watched him sleep comfortably. you tried your best not to make that much noise as you made your way back into the bathroom to shower. the hot water rolled down your shining body making your muscles loosen up. 

you washed your tired body letting random thoughts and songs run through your head to pass the time. it was all but distracting until a certain somebody found their way into your head once again. you cheeks burning up while images of hyuka flipped in your mind: how cute he was during the play date, his tail down and ready to pounce on yeonjun, him drinking his cold water with his adam’s apple bobbing up in down with a slight drop of water trickling down it. even the small smirks he would have while he looked at you. a loud gulp came from your throat as your stomach started to churn at the thoughts. “you’ve got to be kidding me,” you thought to yourself, already feeling wet but not from the water. part of you felt guilty thinking about kai like that but you couldn’t control these sudden images that flew through your mind. the wetness between your legs was becoming unbearable. it has been a long time since you had time to yourself, being around kai all the time you couldn’t please yourself when you were having one of those days, especially like now. you finished showering and dried yourself off to see if kai was still asleep. 

which he was. 

he was still curled up at the corner of the couch fast asleep, probably worn out from playing with yeonjun. you bit the inside of your cheek as you thought about your next move. the thought of approaching your high made your core ache impatiently. your feet led you towards your room and into your drawer to find your toy. the purple stick waiting patiently to be used again and still fully charged. your spine shivered once you looked at the object, ready for it to take you into another world. you closed your bedroom door slowly before you carefully climbed into bed with your panties and t-shirt on. your nipples hard as they showed through the shirt once you got yourself into position running two of your fingers slowly across your lower lips feeling a wet patch seeping through. you turned on the quiet vibrator and placed it gently onto your clit making you suck in air through your teeth. it felt so foreign yet so familiar as you rubbed it in circles. “fuck..” the foul word fell from your lips softly feeling the wet patch begin to grow, sticking to the purple toy. you wanted to just give up and put it inside of you but you waited just a little longer, the teasing too intoxicating for you to care. you push it harder against you, your hips following it as it moves up and down. god it was addicting. you haven’t felt like this since you got kai, going months without relieving yourself. you wanted to cum, fuck you really wanted to, not caring enough to put it inside of you, you just needed to release yourself. 

so you tried. 

your whimpers becoming present in the room, forgetting your situation completely; forgetting that kai was in the living room asleep. ‘please’ fell from your mouth multiple times as your slick fell onto the bed. you wanted to cum so bad, begging to nothingness as your high approached quicker and quicker. 

“____..?” 

your body froze. you were completely still while your body broke out into a cold sweat at a certain someone’s voice that has obviously entered the room. “..huh..?” you turned the toy off immediately, sitting up with your face hot and red with embarrassment. kai’s big doe eyes looked at you with his cheeks red as well, taking in his situation and reading the room. you wanted a lightning bolt to strike you in the middle of your room just to end you and this embarrassment. 

“hyuka i—“ the boy made his way over to you and sat down right in front, his eyes not leaving your face at all. 

“are you in heat?” 

you swear your head exploded when you heard the question. an uncontrollable giggle came out of you making kai’s folded ears perk up slightly. “what’s so funny..? no i’m so serious are you in heat? are you a hybrid too?” his cute voice showed concern as he continued to ask you questions. you wiped the small tear from your eye while you pulled the comforter up to cover your soaked panties. “no hyuka, i’m human.” 

“but,” he continued, “i’ve only heard of hybrids acting like that… i’ve heard it also hurts a lot when hybrids are in heat, needing a partner to help them…” he blinked as his face became more red. he was so cute you couldn’t help but smile at the naive hybrid. 

“i’m not hyuka, i promise i’m not.” 

“then why were you… why were you sounding like that? and why were you touching yourself like that..?” your habit came back to you, biting the inside of your cheeks trying to find the best choice of words for him. but before you could say anything kai just started rambling again. 

“d-do you need help?” 

your heart dropped all the way down to your ass. your mouth went dry and your voice was pulled right out of your throat. you could feel your cunt clench around nothing as the thought of him helping you get off travelled from your mind all the way down to your toes. “it’s painful for hybrids when they’re in heat.” his eyes wandered away from your eyes to your disheveled hair and clothes. he tried his best to keep his emotions at bay but his tail was an open book. 

“i’m not a hybrid, okay hyuka? i’m gonna be fine it’s oka–“ 

your voice got caught in your throat again. a small gasp coming from your slightly open lips as you felt digits rub against your covered cunt. you didn’t realize that his hand made its way under the covers. his other hand pulled off the covers, showing him your soaked panties and his finger pads laying softly against your swollen clit. “h-hyuk…a..” 

“you’re loved…” the pads of his digits pushed harder, your sensitive button sending waves of shock throughout your body, “you’re safe..” the pretty boy's eyes were lidded, staring directly at your lower lips seeing them almost engulf his fingers even though it was clothed. your eyes fluttered shut while a moan escaped from within you. your mouth was slightly open as his digits rubbed circles against your clit, resulting in your hips to match his movements. “please can i help you..?” 

you nodded your head begging for him to do something… anything to you. he slid your panties down and his fingers instantly connected to your clit, swiping side to side making more pretty moans fall from your lips. you were so pretty to him, everything he wanted. you’ve helped him with so much and he always felt comfortable around you even before he joined you in the apartment. his days always sunny when he was around you. he also wondered how he could return the deed, wanting your praise and approval. he was going to let you do absolutely anything to him no matter how filthy cause in reality…

he wanted this too. 

he thought his images of you were just signs of his heat approaching but he still had a couple of more weeks before that. it had to be because he liked you—loved you. 

his fingers sped up making your hips try and rise up off of the bed but only being brought back down by the devil himself. the noises from him just rubbing your clit was already enough to send both of you into utter shambles. kai’s eyes were blown, wide and dark as he watched your breast move under your white shirt. your body trembled, stomach rising at uneven tempos when you tried to catch your breath only for it to keep leaving you. 

your scent was driving kai insane. he wasn’t a dog hybrid so he couldn’t smell it from the living room but once he got super close to you the smell hit him like a brick wall. the aroma was still comforting like you but it was also addicting, almost a sweet smell that was made just for him. your eyes opened slightly instantly making a connection to the hybrid who’s eyes were on your throbbing cunt. “you smell really good, ____.” his voice was soft but his words came out with a whine, trying to fight the urge to smell you more. he stopped his movements and brought his coated fingers to his tongue, lapping up your sweet nectar. his tail shivered as he moaned at your taste, still licking around his digits for more. your chest became tighter at the lewd sight, almost pushing the wind out of you. he pulled away and a trail of saliva refused to leave his fingers. his pupils surprisingly bigger as he looked back up at you, cheeks red and lips wet with you on them. 

he was definitely going to be the cause of your death.

then, he brought his attention towards the purple stick, his tail moving with curiosity. he picked it up and brought it close to him to see what it was. your eyes widened causing you to bring your hands to your face to hide yourself. “cute,” he chuckled, taking his other hand to yours, bringing them down so your face could show again. “what’s this?” you bit your lip before you answered the pretty boy, sitting up just a little so you could nicely take it away from him.

“it’s a vibrator.. and a dildo,” you choked out, “it’s supposed to make you feel really good.” the hybrid blinked at the toy with his face still but his tail and ears moving. his ears twitched like an idea popped in his head. 

“i wanna see you use it on yourself.” 

“huh?” your hands began to shake. his words flew out so nonchalantly but his red cheeks made him look so cute and embarrassed, letting his curiosity get the best of him. the devil on your shoulder told you to do it, show him what he asked for. you gulped loudly, holding the silicone toy in your hands correctly and holding down the power button to start it up. 

the vibration was quiet but not silent, the noise making your hands shake more and your heart beat faster. “y..you first turn it on of course. and then… you place it right here.” your swollen bud kissed the toy, sending jolts into your body. deep breaths came from you, the toy pushing on you harder moving up and down to build up that feeling once again. your head fell back as you continued to please yourself, the feeling being better than ever before. maybe it was because you haven’t pleased yourself in a while or maybe it was because he was watching you. he watched your entrance blow him kisses, waiting to be stuffed. his lip was stuck in between his teeth, his fangs digging hard into his lip as he tried to control himself, feeling his heat build in his head clouding his mind. but, he wanted to learn, he wanted to see you please yourself so he could do the same, maybe even better. 

“shit… hyuka, gimmie your.. your hand.” your pretty voice broke him out of his trance. he did what he was told and gave you his hand. you wrapped his large hand around the toy. in the process of it, the hybrid accidently clicked on a settings button making the vibration go faster. “ooh mygodd..!” your moans became louder and fucking prettier making kai’s heat cloud his mind more and more. he’s never been this horny before, his dick standing tall in his shorts precum leaking profusely. “yes yes… like that fuck.. so good hyuukaaa…” his name spilled from your lips making the pretty boy moan.

you positioned yourself where you raised your body up just enough to have your weight on both hands and feet. you humped the toy, sliding your clit slowly against the silicone object. “a..and then…” you choked. you slowly brought yourself up higher until the toy was positioned at your entrance. your lips opened up for the object, slowly pushing the toy inside of your tight walls. “i let it fuck me…” you moved your hips up and down, riding both the toy and his hand. 

his heat has completely clouded his mind. 

he began to thrust the toy inside of you, matching your pace and making it hit your spot every single time. curses fell out from your lips as your juices ran down the toy and his hand until it dropped onto the bed. the pleasure was overwhelming, feeling like you had already came but you knew the rope didn’t snap just yet. “you’re making me feel sooo fucking good hyuka..” he moved the toy faster, fucking into you like it was him wanting to see more of you, wanting so you feel his hand become drenched with you. his lip began to bleed, his fang penetrating his skin as he continued to moan out. 

“i need you..” he took the toy out and placed his other hand on your stomach to lay you down. instantly, his face in between your plump thighs and the toy was back inside of you. his tongue gave your clit a kitten lick before flattening it out and swiping it up. 

fuck it felt like you were going to scream. 

your hand found his pretty long black locks and gripped them, humping his beautiful face while he slurped you. his pretty eyes looked up at you, his tongue still lapping against you and the toy still fucking inside of you. god he was so pretty, he looked so obedient while he made you feel good. you held his head in place as you continued to hump him, unintentionally playing with his ears earning purrs from the boy. the vibration of his purrs adding onto the power of the toy made you lose it. your walls convulsed around the toy, cum dripping from your entrance onto the bed. you slowly bucked your hips into his face a couple more times before you became overstimulated. he took the toy out and replaced it with his tongue, sucking up every bit of you moaning at the taste of you. 

he lifted himself up, his chest thumping and his mind still cloudy. he didn’t know what to do. he’s been in heat before but it’s never been this suffocating, his mind only running with thoughts on how to become closer to you, how to make you feel even better, how you would feel around his aching dick. fuck his dick was begging to be let free. he tried his best not to pounce on you and fuck you right there but he only asked to help you. 

not fuck you. 

he tried to distract himself, his eyes still catching glimpses of your puckering cunt and the leftover cum seeping from it. he moaned into his palm, trying harder to calm himself down but it just wasn’t working. the moans turned into whines, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. 

“awe baby come here,” you cooed as you crawled over to the hybrid. his skin glowed with sweat, hair sticking to his forehead making the sight delicious. you could feel shivers running through you at the thought of corrupting this poor kitten. you kissed his cheek and carefully brought his hand down away from his mouth. “lemme make you feel good.” 

he looked down at you with teary eyes and red cheeks. your lips turned up into a smile as your hand made its way into his shorts and pulled out his throbbing dick. the tip was red and hungry, wanting to fill you up completely. your thumb collected his precum and rubbed it around his aching tip causing the hybrid to purr and moan. you then climbed off the bed and grabbed the silicone toy and turned it on, vibration quiet once again. “let me take care of you, baby.” your wet lips placed a soft kiss on his tip, taking your tongue out licking from the base all the way to the top. 

“___, i…” his breaths were uneven as he watched you, heart beating rapidly. spit fell from your lips onto his standing dick, hand spreading it all over making sure it was lubricated just enough. the vibrator then made contact with his slit, his dick twitching immediately and his body jolting at the feeling. your plump lips kissed the sides of him before you stroked him, feeling every vein on each side. “it feels good, right?” you stood up high enough where you and his eyes made contact, his eyes lidded and his mouth agape trying to hold back every noise he could. his claws ripped holes into the sheet, trying his best to restrain himself and not devour you. you brought your mouth close to his, licking his swollen lips before you kissed them. the kiss was sloppy, absolutely gross but so fucking hot. his fangs carefully bit down on your bottom lip, moaning into the kiss wanting you to suffocate him. he was craving more and more. your tongue down his throat while you turned up the setting on the vibrator. you pulled away looking down on him not even realizing you brought one of your hands up to his throat, choking the pretty hybrid. grinning, you brought your tongue out causing him to do the same. they danced together before your lips could follow, teeth clashing like you both wanted to connect with one another. 

“mm.. ‘onna cum… want to cum please..” kai begged. 

begged…

you wanted to taste him. wanted him to fuck your throat just so his cum could run down it. you brought yourself back down, face to face with his pulsating dick. you looked up at him and gave him the silicone toy making his head tilt in confusion as he waited for directions. “lift your shirt up,” he blinked at your demand, embarrassment showing on his face only making you want to embarrass him more. “do it.” 

and so he did. 

his nipples perky once they became visible to you. god you wanted to suck them, wanted to play with them until he was too sensitive but the urge to taste him was stronger. “now… put it on your nipple.” and he listened again. he hovered the toy over his bud before he pressed it fully against it. the hybrid gasped at the contact. you smiled at him and brought your wet tongue to his tip, and then your lips followed. you slowly went down on his length, preparing yourself to gag once you engulfed all of him. you pulled off of him with a string of saliva still connecting. you grabbed his hand and placed it on your head before you gave him another demand, “don’t hold back..” 

and he didn’t. 

his hips jolted into you, his dick hitting the back of your throat with his hand still tight on your head. his moans were beautiful, loud and whiny just like you imagined. you grabbed one of his legs, making sure to maintain your balance as the big hybrid abused your mouth. the other hand found its way to your clit, rubbing it at an amazing pace causing you to moan onto his length. “aahh.. please ____..” his pace became uneven once he felt his high approaching once again. “pleaseplease.. wanna cum pleasee..” you smacked his thigh twice as you sucked harder, itching to feel his cum travel down your throat. finally, he came. it filled up your mouth to the point it overflowed, trickling down your chin and your throat. the taste was amazing, addicting even. you swallowed around him before pulling off with a satisfied look. kai grabbed your arm pulling you up from the floor smashing his lips against yours. his tongue licked up the remaining of his release before forcing his tongue back inside of you lips. noises erupted from your throat as the he gripped your hips and pulled you onto his thighs. 

his face was in the crook of your neck, licking and biting every part of your neck until it left marks. “i want— i need to breed you..” kai was gone, head fuzzy as he continued to sniff and taste you. you felt his dick grow, slowly rubbing himself against you as he continued to mumble. “want you full.. please can i fuck you.. wanna feel you around me..” you lifted your body up, grabbing his length and letting the tip press against your entrance. 

“fuck me then..” 

his dick slowly slid into you, walls tight as they took the shape of him. his arms wrapped around you in a tight hug as he tried to control himself, wanting to ram inside of you until you cried. you placed your index finger under his chin, forcing him to look up at you with his pretty eyes. you started to move, the pace agonizingly slow but he didn’t break eye contact, listening to you like he should. you started to move faster, your hands on his shoulders for leverage as you bounced your ass on top of him. he moaned your name out, voice high when your gummy walls clenched around him. you turned your head into the crook of his neck, licking the sweat right off of him. god he was so fucking big, hitting just the right spots with each bounce. you felt your eyes roll back as you bounced faster on him. 

“hyuka please..” you breathed. you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on your ass. “i wanna feel good baby, i want it to hurt, please..” he could’ve sworn you were a demon. the differences in how you talked before and then now. everything you said now was so filthy, so vial and it made him go insane. small growls left him and his palm smacked against your plump ass causing you to groan. “mmm fuck yes..” his core churned at your voice. his hand made contact with your ass a couple of more times, too afraid that he was actually hurting you. “please hyuka more..!” his hips pushed into you, fucking up into you like some rabbit. your walls clamped around him once your release came washing through you. cream running down his dick as he continued to make a mess out of you. 

you felt like you were cumming for minutes, juices splashing out of you as he continued. you bit onto his shoulder still bouncing on him at the same pace of his hips. “ins– nmm inside of me, hyuka..” his cum painted your walls, also overflowing causing it to run down him and onto the bed. 

but he didn’t stop. 

more kept coming out. 

his dick still large inside of you. he stopped his actions only for him to flip you over so you were on your hands and knees, back arched for him to properly breed you the way he wanted. one of his hands twisted his sensitive bud while the other gripped onto your shirt so he could thrust into you. “i love you so much, ___” he whined. your face was flat against the mattress, eyes rolled back while more of your juices spilled from you. “so so much… so so so much.” his dick grew larger and larger, making you grip the sheets and moan into the mattress. “fuck.. i’m..” his seed released into you once again, spilling and dripping down your legs onto the sheets. 

he pulled out and brought his tongue to your abused cunt, cleaning you up as cum continued to spill from you. he then went to the bathroom and got a washcloth and wiped you up. 

“im sorry!!” he yelled, covering his face as he sat on the bed with his shorts back on. you were under the covers giggling at the cute hybrid, sleep festering through your body as you felt your energy leave. “it’s okay baby! i promise.” kai felt like a terrible person, wearing you out and tiring you like that. he truly thought you were a hybrid or something, only knowing so much about humans. he climbed in bed with you, cuddling up beside your warm body, kissing his neck softly and nicely. he saw the marks he left on you and wanted to ease what he thought was pain. “i’m truly sorry.” 

you turned over to him and cupped his puffy cheeks bringing him back down into a heated kiss. your tongue penetrating his lips and dancing around with his, causing the boy to moan. you pulled away seeing kai’s eyes lidded again and his cheeks red as he watched you. “did you like that?” you asked, your hands still on his cheeks with a big smile. he nodded a yes making you peck his swollen lips one last time before bed. “so did i. i promise you it’s okay baby.” you smile contagious as it made the pretty boy’s lips turn up into a smile as well. you turned over telling the hybrid good night and he followed, his arm around your waist. 

before you could fall asleep you decided to text soobin: 

you: you wouldn’t believeeeee what just happened 

scooby snack: my god you fucked him, didnt you?

you: …. maybe… 

[universecorp]

Summary: after yet another fight with your boyfriend, your best friend and roommate, kim mingyu, must step in to pick up the pieces. he does just that, and a little more…

MingyuxFemale reader

w.c.: 5.3k

cw: oral (f.receiving), unprotected sex, sub!mingyu, dom!reader, overuse of the word puppy(no pet play tho), mommy kink, oral (m.receiving) if you squint, teasing, orgasm denial

a/n: so this is our first collab fic that we’ve actually written together. usually when we collab, we just bounce ideas off each other and then one of us writes it, but we spent over three days writing and editing this together so we hope you enjoy it as much as we did writing it.

p.s.: most of our fics are written in lowercase on purpose.

this was the fifth time your ‘boyfriend’ has pissed you off with the same bullshit. did this man even love you?

“i’m not doing this with you tonight, ____,” he hissed through the phone. you could feel the lump in your chest find it’s way up to you throat making it ten times harder for you to hide your emotions. you were beyond pissed, completely fed up with his cold shoulder. “how many times are you gonna sit here and make assumptions about me?”

you held back your tears just for a bit to answer him. “it seems as if you’re more interested in that friend of yours than me. i have proof of it.”

it kept going and going. the arguing, the teeth sucking, the eye rolling, the yelling, everything you could think of. did you even consider this man your boyfriend? you wish you could go back to the you one and a half years ago and just stop your flirtatious actions with the said man. before another word could leave your mouth, the man had the audacity to hang up on you.

and it finally came crashing down.

every sob you were holding back while on the phone washed over you in a split second. you laid your head on your plushies and wallowed in your own sorrows.

a soft knock came from your door. you didn’t even bother to tell them to come in since you already knew who it was.

“____?” mingyu called out. your back was facing him not wanting him to see you in this state. you knew he wasn’t dumb, the walls are pretty thin so of course he heard the conversation—your side at least. the weight on your bed shifted as he sat himself on your large bed, rubbing his large hand on your thigh platonically.

“i’m so stupid..” you cried, sniffling like a baby. he cooed at you, laying himself down behind you. mingyu was honestly the only one who knew how to deal with your emotions, the soft touches and a close distance but not asking too many questions, only letting you spill your heart out and giving you his presence. “i should’ve listened to you.”

a couple of months into your relationship with your ‘boyfriend’, mingyu felt some type of way about him. you brushed it off thinking the puppy was just mad cause you two were not going to be hanging out literally everyday of the week anymore, viewing your boyfriend was a replacement. to be fair, mingyu was clingy like that and wasn’t really too fond of change, especially when it came to you. but nope, that wasn’t the reason. the small things that mingyu would notice didn’t seem like love to him. the eye rolls, him not paying as much attention to you, the lack of energy in the relationship.

he hated it.

if it was him he would treat you better. so much better. he would give you the world and more if he could. but of course you didn’t have to know that.

“you’re not stupid, ____,” he whispered. you could feel his breath tickle your neck as he spoke. he also smelt so good, his cologne heavy in the room making you relax just a little. you wanted to turn around and look at his beautiful face, wanting to get as close as possible but you couldn’t. it would also be embarrassing having your puffy eyes facing him, probably making him think you were just a big cry baby.

his hand continued to slowly rub your thigh as you felt your heart pace slow down. your eyes were starting to get heavy making you instantly fall asleep. mingyu followed shortly after.

———

“fuck.. what time is it..?” mingyu groaned behind you. one of your eyes slowly opened, waking up in utter confusion seeing the night sky. you checked your phone seeing the time only being 8:54 pm. mingyu’s arm wrapped around you pulling your back against his massive chest. were you holding your breath?

“want some ice cream?” his nose in the crevice of your neck, taking in your scent which smelt like peaches and ocean breeze. you feel your mouth salivate at the thought of ice cream and just going outside in general to get some fresh air. you tapped his arm twice resulting in him letting your frame go, making the tall puppy pout his lips at the loss of your warmth. but, thankfully, your answer was yes.

after throwing on something quick and comfortable, you went towards your dresser and grabbed your keys. “i’ll drive.”

the car ride was something you needed. the weather was perfect for rolling the windows down and the sky wasn’t too dark but wasn’t too bright either. songs played as mingyu and you went the long way to the ice cream shop.

you don’t know what it was. maybe it was how mingyu treated you earlier but your heart was pounding at 100 miles per hour. you would catch yourself taking small glances at the pretty boy while he typed away at his phone singing along to the song. then, there were times where you felt eyes on you as you were driving. his stare would slowly burn through the side of your face, then to your bare thighs but only for a split second before it came back up to your face.

maybe you were just losing your mind. the nap was hard as hell and your ‘boyfriend’ was literally being a dick to you, it could just be your imagination. as you were trying to calm yourself, mingyu hand found his way to your thigh. it’s nothing new, he’s done this before but why was it driving you insane.

“has this scar always been here?” he asked, his index and middle finger softly rubbing against the said scar.

“yeah,” you sighed. fuck why we’re getting hot? a cold sweat ran through you like you were some virgin. the fuck was your problem? were you touch deprived? thankfully, you pulled into the parking lot of the ice cream shop. you reached into your glove compartment to get your wallet but he stopped you instantly.

“no, absolutely not. i’m paying,” he demanded. you tried to stop him but he just completely ignored your plea and made his way into the shop. you couldn’t help but smile at him as you walked towards the shop.

“the usual right? cookie dough?” he reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet then looked at you to make sure you were paying attention. you nodded your head in agreement and laid your head on his arm. “two scoops of cookie dough on a waffle cone and then for me can i have two scoops of cookies n’ cream on a waffle cone.”

as you waited for the ice cream, you checked your phone to see if anybody texted you only to see your boyfriend’s name. the paragraph was long. it consisted of him blaming you more than himself, changing your words around to make it seem like he was the victim and not you, only showing one ounce of respect at the end of the paragraph.

“i wish you nothing but the best as i leave from this relationship. bye ____.”

a cold chill ran through you as you felt that same lump as before form in your chest again. mingyu finished paying for the ice cream ready to give you your cone until he saw how pale your face was. before he could say anything he motioned for you to follow him out of the store and to the car. you unlocked your car door getting ready to sit in the driver seat until mingyu offered himself to drive instead. he gave you your ice cream and made his way to the driver’s side and sat in the car.

“he broke up with me…” you whispered. tears ran down your cheek as you licked your ice cream cone. mingyu felt his heart ache at the sight of you, wasting your tears on somebody so worthless.

“let’s go home.”

you and mingyu sat on the sofa in the living room of your shared apartment, watching the amazing world of gumball. your head rested on his shoulder still sniffling and crying at the heartbreak. as much as mingyu wanted to punch himself, he couldn’t help but think you were so pretty crying like this. eyes puffy, cheeks red, and lips swollen. the only thing is those tears were being wasted and he wanted it to fucking stop. he placed small kisses on the top of your head, his arm pulling you into him more.

“____, it’s gonna be okay,” he said. “he didn’t deserve you and you know he isn’t the victim, it’s you. stop crying over him please.” he shook your body just a little only making you whine. he shook you some more then made his way to your sides to tickle you.

“don’t… don’t you dare,” you said, shooting straight up and looking at him. those damn puffy eyes and pouty lips, he could feel himself lose all sense of reasoning. he just smiled at your ‘threat’ and started reaching for your sides again. “kim mingyu, if you tickle me so help me go-” before you could finish your sentence your roommate was violently attacking your sides with his fingers. you tried to hold back your giggles, but couldn’t any longer as his fingers quickly moved up and down your rib cage, causing you to fall backwards, while kicking up in protest. mingyu was able to climb between your legs, enabling him to assault your sides with even more vigor. he grinned down at you taking in your state, your cheeks were flushed from trying to catch your breath in between giggles, your chest was rising and falling heavily as you looked up at your best friend with teary eyes. mingyu suddenly found himself in a trance, leaning down to gently capture your lips. once your lips connected you began to immediately kiss back, moving your lips against his slowly. you moaned into the kiss as he pressed more of his weight into you, able to feel his growing member as it touched your clothed core. you grinded up into him as the kiss deepened, the two of you becoming hungrier for each other as you fought for dominance.

mingyu backed away causing you to pout at the loss, but that disappointment was soon replaced with excitement as mingyu moved down between your legs.

“can i..?” he looked up at you for permission, to which you nodded. he slowly removed your shorts and underwear in one go taking in the beautiful sight before him. you were soaking, a string of arousal disconnecting from your panties and your glistening folds. the sight of you made him feel a bit cocky since he realized simply kissing you was all it took for you to become like this. what he didn’t know was that this result was a combination of what happened on the way to the ice cream parlor up to now.

mingyu slowly teased you with his fingers listening to the lewd sounds that came from your pussy as he played with it. “i want a taste…” he looked up at you with hooded eyes as he continued playing with your folds. “didn’t your parents tell you you’re not supposed to play with your food?” you asked making eye contact with him. mingyu nodded slowly while still looking at you, “then go on, enjoy your meal baby.”

that was all mingyu needed to hear as he dove in. he licked a fat stripe from the bottom of your folds all the way up to your clit, humming at the sweet taste of you. you watched with hooded eyes as mingyu ate you out as if it was his last meal. sloppily slurping up your juices as you became wetter with each lick and suck that he was delivering. wanting to get closer to your core, mingyu throws your legs over his broad shoulders and sheaths his tongue inside of you as he continues to messily eat you out. you continued to watch the man until you caught a glimpse of his hips grinding into the sofa, creating some type of friction to get him off while he devoured you. you throw your head back in pleasure as his tongue reaches deep inside you. your walls clenched around the muscle feeling that familiar heat begin to build up, making the pup moan into your core. you pulled on mingyu’s hair to get him to stop his actions, you didn’t want to come just yet, not before you got to the main event.

“slow down baby, m’not going anywhere,” you chuckled looking down at the puppy who had your juices all over his mouth and chin. he breathed out heavily, cheeks flushed and brows drawn together due to the pain that was burning his scalp. you loosened your grip a bit before guiding him back down to your pussy, leaving your hand entangled with his soft brown locks once he was back in position. he began his ministrations again with the same fervor, but was careful not to go too fast as you had instructed. “good boy…” you praised, smiling down at him as you moved your hips to meet his tongue. his dick was crying out to him, wanting to be touched but he was too focused on making you feel good to even care. his tongue swiped against your swollen clit again before sucking on it with eagerness. your grip on his soft locks became tighter, making the pretty boy whine against you and hold his head still.

“fuck.. just like that.. stay there..” you sighed. your hips moved vigorously as he continued to suck. his grip on your thighs became tighter the faster he rubbed himself against the sofa, feeling his own high build up. “‘nna cum baby..” you moaned. his head was spinning at the idea of you cumming because of him, wanting nothing more than your thighs squeezing his head as you shake from his actions. his nails dug into your thighs,knowing they were going to leave mark later on, waiting for you to fuck his face faster. his name fell from your plump lips, legs shaking and slowly closing around his head once that bubble popped.

his mind was completely blank, only wanting to take care of you and please you until you can't take it anymore. his fingers slowly inserted into you, finishing out your high but also collecting your release. his tongue lapped against your folds and his own fingers as cum ran down the large digits. “ming– fuck wait,” you begged. your legs shook more at the overstimulation, not being able to find a stopping point. the only way you could stop mingyu, however, was gripping his locks once again, pulling him away from your sensitive cunt. he looked at you with hooded eyelids and you returned the same fucked out look. both craving more from one another, whether it was touch or affection, you needed him and he needed you.

his hands softly caressed your thighs as he lifted himself up to his knees. his dick standing proud in his sweats, precum seeping through making a small print near the tip of his dick. his hands found their way from your thigh,

to your knees

to your shin

and your ankles, slowly trying to memorize every scar, every bump, and every ounce of your soft skin so it would burn into his head. his chest rose up and down slowly as he scanned the rest of your body before bringing his gaze back up to your face causing you to clench around nothing.

“lemme fuck you..” his tongue swiped over his lips then the back of his sharp teeth. “please..?” one of his hands stroked his clothed cock making air get sucked in between his teeth at the feeling. the other hand placed itself beside your head as he slowly brought himself down towards you. chest to chest. face to face. you bit your lip as you watched his every move, anticipating what words were going to leave his lips. he looked at your eyes then your lips, carefully leaning in until his lips were slightly touching yours. “i’d make you feel so good.. just please.” the hand that was stroking his dick made its way into his pants and his briefs, thumb rubbing his tip collecting more of his precum. the pace of his breathing started to pick up the faster his thumb moved around his tip. he closed his eyes, his mouth agape as he tried to bring himself to release.

the sight was sinful. your cunt dripping more as you watched your best friend shamelessly beg to fuck you. him shamelessly fucking himself to just your presence alone. all of this was making your head spin and you couldn’t take it anymore. your lips found his, mingyu not even trying to battle for dominance anymore. the noises he released into your mouth were so shameless, completely different from his tall and buff appearance. your hands found comfort on his chest as you pushed him off of you. he sat up on the sofa correctly, making you throw one of your legs over so you could straddle the helpless pup.

he places his hands on your hips as you two continued to kiss, your tongue taking over his mouth with no remorse. “you’re so cute,” you smiled, placing pecks against the side of his lip then his beautiful tan neck. the pecks instantly turned into wet kisses, bruising the glowing boy’s neck with each kiss.

he moaned high in the back of his throat as he rutted up into you clothed core looking for some type of friction. “poor puppy is so needy.” you feigned in a sickly sweet tone as you grinded down to meet his hip driving him even more insane than he already was.

“you gonna be good for mommy, and let her use you how she wants?” you asked pulling away from his neck to make eye contact. mingyu’s head was faced towards the side his eyes shut in pleasure as he whined out into the stillness of your apartment.

you grabbed his hair roughly once again causing him to look at you, he had tears in his eyes from how worked up he was. “baby, did you hear what i said?” he looked into your eyes before shaking his head and whining more as you slammed your hips down. “i said… are. you. going. to. be. good?” you asked once again punctuating each word by slamming down on his clothes cock.

mingyu nodded as a sob ripped through his chest, thighs shaking slightly as he tried to hold back his orgasm. satisfied enough with his answer you climbed off of him and helped remove his sweats. you looked at the large wet patch on the front of his pants and could feel your arousal spike from the mess the two of you created.

deciding to tease your roommate a little more you knelt down in front of him in between his large thighs and began mouthing at his clothes dick. taking the large tip between your lips through the fabric. mingyu tried to buck up in pleasure, but you had a firm grasp on his thighs preventing him from doing so. “p-please… i wanna feel you.” mingyu keened throwing his head back. “what do you mean love? i’m touching you aren’t i?” you smiled loving his reactions to all the teasing. “no! wanna feel you around me…” mingyu whined looking down at you, the tears in his eyes were growing larger and as if on cue one of the fat water droplets began to slide down his cheek.

“aw baby, do you need mommy’s pussy that bad?” you jutted your lip out, while tilting your head to the side. mingyu nodded enthusiastically pouting a little as you continued to tease him.

mingyu never knew you could be this cruel and if it wasn’t for the fact that you had just gone through your break up (definitely not the fact that he was so whipped for you he’d risk death just to see you happy) he probably wouldn’t have allowed you to do this. at least that’s what he tells himself in his head as cock continues to betray him with every twitch.

gaging that he had been through enough berating you finally pulled his sweat pants down. he hissed a little as his sensitive tip got caught on the waistband of his sweat pants. you cooed at his reaction before standing up to straddle him again. once situated on his lap you began to roll your hips against his him, humming at the way his shaft felt between your folds. deciding you wanted to have more contact with him though, you pulled off his hoodie and your own quickly, giving you more access to his gorgeous golden skin that you loved so much. you continued to move against him, glaring at your roommate when he roughly gripped your sides. “so impatient…” you tsked while lifting up slowly, positioning yourself above his cock before slowly sinking down.

your face contorted at the stretch, throwing your head back as you slowly slide down his length, gripping onto his thighs to keep yourself grounded. “fuck you’re so tight…” mingyu said breathily, his grip tightening on your sides as you clenched around him.

you moved your hands to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as you adjusted to his size. you knew mingyu was blessed, because you may or may not have accidentally walked in on him jerking off one time. you had only seen a glimpse, but now feeling it inside you, it felt even bigger than what you remembered seeing that day.

“are you ok?” mingyu asked lifting your chin to look into his eyes. he looked so concerned and it made your heart melt a bit at his sincere expression.

your ex never looked at you like that.

you nodded slowly afraid your voice would betray you since you were already breathing heavily. to show him you were fine though you began rocking your hips slowly causing you both to let out breathy moans. you continued rocking slowly watching the way mingyu reacted to you. he looked so pretty, lips parted and eyes closed as you grind your hips down into him. “so gorgeous…” you whispered out, his hooded eyes meeting your own. he desperately wanted to move, but he wanted you to continue using him as you pleased. he decided to indulge himself though by connecting your lips in a slow, but passionate kiss. you kissed back slowly, moving one of your hands from his shoulder to cup his cheek gently.

the two of you pulled away gasping for air, your hips had momentarily stopped moving from how much mingyu's kisses had affected you. the time that you two spent kissing though had helped you adjust to his large size. gripping onto his shoulders tightly you began to lift yourself off his cock before slamming back down on him. mingyu couldn’t contain the moans that tumbled from his lips as you set up a steady pace.

bouncing up and down you played with the hairs at the nape of his neck as you let your head fall onto his shoulder. no one had ever filled you up this deliciously and each time you brought your hips down you couldn’t help the whimpers that fell from your own lips. “you’re doing so good baby, making mommy feel so good.” you breathed out kissing his praise shoulder which was beginning to gleam with sweat. mingyu whined at the praise, his grip becoming almost bruising from how good you felt around him. “mommy feels so good around me.” he slurred out trying his best to hold back.

you could tell he was about to cum, but didn’t want to give him the gratification of release just yet. before he could finish you pulled off of him and gripped the base of his cock roughly to prevent him from orgasming.

“f-fuck!” he cried out as his dry orgasm racked through his body causing him to shake. you watched as tears began to tumble down his cheeks again, his chest rising and falling heavily as he whimpered.

“come on, we aren’t finished pup.” you got up on shaky legs, pulling him up with you. walking into your bedroom, you laid down on the bed, pulling him down so he was hovering over you. “here’s how it’s gonna work. you’re gonna fuck me, but every time you get close to cumming, we switch positions. if i cum then you can cum. if you cum without permission we keep going until i finish, overstimulated or not.“ you looked sternly into his eyes making sure his attention was on you. “am i understood?” you asked gripping his hair roughly. “yes mommy, i understand.” he whimpered out softly.

“good, go on love, show mommy how good you are.” you smiled releasing his locks.

mingyu lined himself up with your cunt before thrusting in roughly. he set up a fast pace that had your body moving up and down with the force of his thrusts. you moaned loudly at the unexpected pace as the headboard loudly banged against the wall. “f-fuck, gyu s-slow down.” you begged loudly as your hands clawed at the sheets trying to grip onto something for purchase. mingyu ignores your pleas as he continues to plow into you at an animalistic pace, his hands tightly gripping the pillow that your head is placed on.

you gripped his hair roughly once again causing his hips to stutter as they came to a stop. “w-what, you said as long as i didn’t cum!” he whined looking down at you with a pout. he took in your breathless form and how your hair was laying messily against the pillow, brushing a few strands that had managed to get into your eyes behind your ear. “y-yeah but it doesn’t mean you have to thrust into me like an animal.” you replied loosening your grip on his scalp allowing your hand to fall back down to your side.

mingyu nodded before he began thrusting again, this time at a much slower pace. he thrusted into you deeply allowing you to feel every inch of him as he slowly dragged himself in and out of you. mingyu whimpered in the back of his throat as he felt how tight you were clenching around him, “q-quit that…” you opened your eyes and looked at him with a confused expression “w-what?”

his face was contorted in pleasure and you clenched experimentally to see if your suspicion was right. he whimpered out again before pulling out and clutching the base of his cock roughly to stop his orgasm. “that!” he exclaimed sitting back on his heels while he tried to catch his breath. you giggled loudly before sitting up yourself. “i can’t help it if you’re making me feel good.”

“yeah but the last time was on purpose, i know it!” he furrowed his brows while he tried to catch his breath. his cock we still standing angry and red between his legs, which made you feel a bit bad since you could tell how needy he was.

“guilty,” you grinned cheekily before getting on your hands and knees. “come on pup, i think you’ve been good enough. you can cum if you want, but you still have to get me off if you cum before me.” you said, arching your back as you waited for him to enter you. you shivered once you felt his large palms on your waist, gripping harshly as he pushed himself in slowly. the stretch was so delicious yet so addicting for the second time. a breath that mingyu didn’t know he was holding left his plump lips once he bottomed out. “you feel so good,” he breathed. he leaned over placing kisses on your flushed out back sending waves of pleasure straight to you core making you clench around the girth. his hips started to move slowly getting used to your walls once again before speeding up. seeing your ass jiggle with every thrust had his head spinning, wishing to see this view everyday for the rest of his life.

your shaky arms failed you, making your face lay sideways on the mattress, hair in front of you face and mouth agape. god he felt so good. his dick hit places where your ex couldn’t even reach, feeling sparks and butterflies throughout your entire body. arousal began to run down your weak legs, soaking the sheets and your roommate’s thighs.

“fuck baby i’m so close..” you grunted once your fingers circled your clit. mingyu whined at the pet name, pressing down on your back to thrust into you harder. you could tell he was on the edge but trying his best to hold back for you, trying to be the best boy he could be. ’mommy’ fell from his lips as your muscle clenched around his throbbing dick, trying to milk him wanting him to fill you up to the brim. “cum in me baby, want you to fill me up..”

“my god…” he choked out, your words going straight to his dick. his hips started to lose rhythm, his cum painting your walls. this spurred up your own release moaning out his name while your legs shook around him. both of your breaths heavy, he slowly tried to slide out of you only for it to fail when your hips chased him, fucking yourself a bit more to overstimulate the poor pup. “____ please…” he whined, his body twitching at the feeling. he was so cute you just had to stop messing with him. his large body laid beside yours, bringing you close to his with no room to cool off.

“that really happened,” you giggled. his eyes looked at you, so bright and filled with love you could feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach. to think this could happen to your roommate and best friend of all people, it almost felt like a dream to you. your hand slowly went to his face, caressing his cheek and your thumb rubbing across his beautiful lips resulting in him kissing it. “yeah.. it did.” his hand rubbed your bare back tracing patterns of god know what still finding some sort of answer in your eyes.

“soooo….” you began. “what are we?” mingyu’s eyes rolled as he turned over so his back was facing you.

“you’re kidding right?” he scowled. “you literally put me through heaven and hell at the same time and used me as a fuck toy just for you to ask ‘what are we?’” you laughed at his pouting pulling yourself back to him and placing a kiss on his shoulder, then his neck, and then his cheek. “hmmm i don’t know. i might have to think about it,” you teased. he turned to look out you with a loud ‘ya!’ only making you laugh harder and kiss his cute lips. the kiss went from a peck then to a long passionate drawn out kiss, pulling yourself on top of him again and his hand resting on your waist.

“i’m just teasing you baby,” you smiled, breaking the kiss. his thumbs rubbed you hips as he looked up at you with a big smile. “i love you, dummy.” his arms pulled you down to a big hug, placing a kiss on your head then your lips.

“i love you too.”

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Invite me — incubus!soobin (5.7k)

⤷ summary: to you, he was the prettiest human you’ve ever seen, and thanks to your luck, you two end up becoming partners in your psych class. as time went by, the boy kept appearing in your dreams at the weirdest times. but now, you’re not too sure about the human part…

⤷ warnings: smut, fluff (if you focus really hard)

I know I love you – stoner!bestfriend!beomgyu (6.2k)

⤷ summary: as much as beomgyu tries to deny falling in love with you, even after he claimed you saved him from believing his whole purpose of life was to be bad luck, his heart cannot tell a lie.

⤷ warnings: smut, angst, fluff, contains slight abusive themes (not from beomgyu)

good days – cat hybrid!huening kai (8k)

⤷ summary: when one random meeting turned into multiple, you couldn't help yourself when you impulsively made the decision to stick together. however, falling in love with the hybrid wasn't a part of the decision making.

⤷ warnings: smut, fluff, slight slight angst, mxm mention between two of the members

Temptation - fairy!txt (ongoing) ⤷ summary: After stumbling upon a fairy circle you’re transported to the domain of temptation, where you meet Soobin, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Hueningkai. The five fairies are bonded for life and have one goal, to make you succumb to temptation.

⤷ Warnings: smut, fluff, mxm, poly relationship

seventeen

Grateful — roommate/best friend!mingyu (5.3k)

⤷ summary: after yet another fight with your boyfriend, your best friend and roommate, kim mingyu, must step in to pick up the pieces. he does just that, and a little more…

⤷ warnings: smut, fluff, little bit of crack

If Only We Could Be Yours - Stable hands!Wonwoo and Mingyu (3k)

⤷ Summary: As a princess, you’re forbidden from marrying or laying with anyone below your royal status. That’s easier said than done, though, especially when you have stable hands that look as good as wonwoo and mingyu...

⤷ Warnings: smut, fluff

Needy - Modern Au!Woozi (2.7k)

⤷ Summary : You loved watching your boyfriend work, but watching him so focused always managed to do something to you. 

⤷ Warnings: Smut and Fluff

Domino - CollegeAu!Joshua (17k)

⤷ Summary: After a one night stand on your birthday, you never expected to meet the stranger again. You also never expected him to enter your life permanently.

⤷ Warnings: Fluff, Crack, and Smut

It's My Right to Be Hellish ModernAu!Wonwoo (2.1k)

⤷ Summary: Your boyfriend, Wonwoo, tended to be possessive, even when it came to his friends. He never failed to remind you that you were his though.

⤷ Warnings: Smut and Fluff

It Feels Like The First Time ModernAu!Minghao (2k)

⤷ Summary: After dating for months you and your boyfriend had yet to actually have sex. You had tried everything to get your boyfriends attention and you were tired of him not taking notice. Tonight that would change though, you were getting laid.

⤷ Warnings: Smut and Fluff

NCT

Hearbeat - College au!Jaehyun (ongoing)

⤷ Summary: After starting a situationship with your best friend from high school, things start to become complicated. Especially when you start to catch feelings.

⤷ Warnings: Smut and Angst

[universecorp]

updates

hey guys! this is jae! sorry i’ve been super slow with the updates i’ve been working super hard and truthfully i’m just really bad at deadlines buuuttt i do see the request i promise you, i’m working on them right now. for the time being please look forwards to some upcoming works that i should release soon:

cat hybrid!huening kai x owner!fem!reader

yandere!soobin x fem!reader (request)

dancer!yeonjun x dancer!fem!reader (request)

dog hybrid!jeno x fem!reader

feel free to request more but pleaseee bear with me with the slow updates! same for tay, she has been working really hard as well trying to push out works as well. thank you guys for the support!! <33

[universecorp]

HOLY SHIT INVITE ME IS THE BEST TXT SMUT IVE EVER READ U HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU JUST DID TO ME I DONT EVEN HAVE TO REQUEST ANYTHING BC ILL EAT UP ANYTHING U PUT OUT UR WRITING IS JUST SO GOOD

AGHHHH THANK YOUUUU <3333 but definitely request something if you want 💃🏽 -jae

[universecorp]

HIIII i accidentally found your blog by the tags of soobin’s fanfic and i was mesmerised that incubus honestly one of the best smut with plot i’ve ever read since forever ?? (i was surprised to see that i’m so early for your fic and it was only less than 10 notes and now i’m coming back to see it already reach 50+ notes like you truly deserved!!) i’m hoping and totally can’t wait to see more from you <3

HIIII thank you so much 😭 i’m so happy you liked it, it was my first real fic i made so i’m honored to hear that you liked it! there will definitely be more works <33 - jae

[universecorp]

I just wanted to post and thank everyone who followed us, Jae and I worked really hard on these fics and were so happy that they’re being received so well. If anyone has any requests please feel free to leave them in the asks!

[universecorp]

d i d y o u k n o w…?

➔ jae, ‘01 liner, black, leo, enfj (inactive)

➔ fun fact: i based majority of my writings on songs

➔ fav groups: nct (mostly dream), txt, ateez, itzy, svt

➔ likes: kpop, dancing, drawing, science, math, people (to a certain extent), playboi carti, lil uzi vert, zodiacs, the amazing world of gumball, chowder, etc

➔ ults: haechan, wooyoung, chaeryeong, seungkwan, dokyeom, taehyun, huening kai

➔ biases: way too many…

❥ Name: Tay, 02 liner, black, taurus, enfp

❥ Likes: Most animals, kpop, dancing, singing, adventure time, studio ghibli movies, anime, disney movies

❥ Groups I write: Seventeen , NCT and TXT

❥ Ults: BTS, Seventeen, NCT, and TXT

❥ Casual listener of: Itzy, Twice, Chungha, Ateez, DPR Live, DPR IAN, Hyuna, SNSD, MonstaX, Day6, NCT, Aespa, Blackpink, Kard, and Gfriend

❥ Biases:

☆ BTS: Jungkook

☆ Seventeen: Woozi, Wonwoo, Mingyu, and Joshua

☆ TXT: Soobin

☆ Itzy: Yeji

☆ Twice: Momo

☆ Ateez: Yeosang and San

☆ NCT: Doyoung, Jeno, and Jisung

[taekwonduh]

Don’t Forget, Pt. 2

Summary: “It is okay if you do not remember me, I can do the remembering. But in a world where I hold absolutely no place in your life, not even as the girl who knew your name before your face, I think it would be a place too cruel to live in.”

Characters: Jungkook, (she/her) Reader, Taehyung

Tags: Angst, romance, food for thought

Memo (Prologue), Pt. 1, Pt. 3

You have been awake for six hours. 

But it is now, only now, that you believe you are truly awake, because for a dream to hurt this much, it could only be reality. 

You have closed the book, now it sits sullenly at the edge of your desk, whereas your spine grates painfully against the wall you lean on while hunched on your bed, curled to your knees, trying to find some sort of explanation for the blow dealt to you from a single mysterious book alone. The sky gets dark. You find none. There is nothing in your mind but the echo of the first words you had brought yourself to read from that book. 

good morning! so glad you found your way to this. (you don’t always pick it up and days are bad when you don’t.) anyways, please do read to the end, you need every memory you can get out of this.  - 12.03.14

There are many questionable things about the message, but none are quite as chilling as the numbers written at the bottom. You don’t want to think that they signify the date, but the arrangement could hardly mean anything else. You don’t want it to be the date, because-  

Because it is three years into the future. 

At this point, when you have barely skimmed the surface of what you hope is an elaborate prank pulled by Taehyung to celebrate your recovery, it is easy to write it off as bullshit and be done with it. Yet you have to admit that you are so very curious, so very eager to learn why it had elicited such a response from you, to understand what it meant by needing every memory you could get out of it.  

For a joke, it is quite a stretch for Taehyung’s usual capabilities, and he is known to pull some seriously ridiculous pranks. But if it’s not a joke, what else could it be? A time slip? A warning from your future self? That sort of thing only happened in movies. Perhaps if you confronted him about it, it would all just end in playful mock and laughter. 

But what if it isn’t his prank? What then? Knowing him, it would escalate into a suspected stalking because which person from outside of town could know your address so accurately? Taehyung would murder anyone that stood in his way of getting to the bottom of it, and losing the book to the authorities when you have barely learned about it does not seem like a good plan for you. You want to know why this book had raised such emotions in you, and even deeper down, you foolishly hope that it might provide some sort of answer to your dreams.

For now, you decide, grasping the thick leather in your palm, reading on and finding out more would be the logical option. 

you turn twenty-one this christmas. remember to give family and friends a phone call! - 21.01.16 

Your nails dig anxiously into the cover of the book. Christmas is in fact the day you turn a year older. You might be friendly with quite a fair bit of people in the town, but only a handful are aware of your birthdate, much less your actual age. The elderly view all young people as the same after all. And when you calculate it, the year 2016 is the year you turn twenty-one, but that is five years from now. Why does anyone need to be reminded of how old they’d be five years later?

“Y/N!”

Your door swings open with vigour. You flinch violently on your bed, book falling out of your lap. When you realise who it is, you take the chance to bury it under your covers. 

“Taehyung, knock.”

The boy laughs it off, slightly breathless from probably running up the stairs to your room. His hair is damp, and your room is suddenly filled with the smell of his usual shampoo, it gets stronger, mixing slightly with body lotion, when he saunters in and plunks himself on your beanbag. Freshly showered Taehyung is your favourite kind of Taehyung, mostly because it reminds you of your earlier years with him, when you were both no taller than the light brown fences that marked the perimeters between your home and his. 

“Knew I’d scare you. Did you take your medicine?”

“Not yet… I still don’t understand why I need medicine. I was only sleeping for a long time.”

Taehyung clucks his tongue, pulling himself up when he hasn’t even sat that long to bring you the white plastic bag that contained your prescribed pills. 

“They’re for before you slept for two weeks. Anti-depressants. The doc said they’ll work better with therapy, but let’s cross that bridge when we get to it.”

When Taehyung punches a pill out from the foil, you obediently open your palm for him. 

“I’m not depressed.” 

He hands you a mug of water. "You tried to kill yourself.”

“I didn’t.”

“Oh yeah you didn’t, you were just taking a swim, right? Except you weren’t moving? Maybe you thought the lake was a hot tub or something. Just wanted a nice, good soak?”

Your eyebrows pinch. ”What is your problem?“

Taehyung squeezes himself onto the bed, looking just as pissed off and ready to rebuke you. His lips part, but he stops short, and within seconds his eyes have softened, jaw losing tension. "I just- I can’t imagine losing you to something like… like that.”

“I know how it feels.”

Now he breaks into a short half-laugh, half-scoff. “And how would you know? I wasn’t the one who threw myself off the pier.”

“I just… I just do.”

“Alright.” You don’t quite like it when Taehyung’s voice goes tender. It only ever comes out in contexts like this one, when both of you have crossed a line and he is the one that lets you win. “Since you know how horrible that feeling is, be good and take your medicine. We’ll work something out if we have to.”

“Well, what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you keeping things from me? Things that bother you?”

With the released tension between you two, Taehyung allows himself to hitch up from the edge to a position closer to you. He mimics your posture, leaning against the wall beside you, your shoulders, arms and legs pressed flush together. For a moment, he gives you a look that is both playful and brotherly, it reassures you, and gives you comfort that he is here, that he is with you. 

But he ruins everything when he knocks your foreheads together, cackling like a boy at your pained expression.

“I’ll let you know when I think of something!”

“Don’t!” You retort, rubbing the side of your head as you glare at him from under your hand, “I’m not interested in knowing anymore.”

“You petty little thing.” He joins you in relieving the ache, thumb rubbing circles where your fingers previously were, but he ends up ruffling your hair into a tangled mess. Probably on purpose. You bat his hand away, and he laughs even more, putting the matter aside when he pulls out his cellphone and puts it between you, “Come on, I have something to show you. Jaegeun got drunk for the first time the other day. It was a mess.”

“You went drinking while your best friend was in a coma?”

“Semi coma. And no, I didn’t drink. Just popped by to watch because it was so damn hilarious. Look!”

When Taehyung is bent on getting your attention, there is little you can do to wiggle out of it. And so although the book is not deeply hidden, you manage to forget about it for the night as Taehyung shows you video after video of all the things you’ve missed out about your friends during the two weeks you were held captive by unconsciousness. 

The two of you are almost always together, the longest you have gone apart being a week when Taehyung and his family travels up the country to visit his university student brother in the capital. Now you suppose the new record is the two weeks you ‘slept’ away; the period was long, and you were right there with him, as he was with you, but those two weeks that slipped through your fingers like sand felt like the furthest you have ever been away from him. As if the dream you spent two weeks dreaming had been years living in another world. 

You suppose that is why you find yourself missing him even now as you are together, like your reunion had been five years overdue, the moment you returned to the world and once more met with the chocolate brown eyes filled with adoration for you. You say you know what it feels like to lose him, because perhaps in one of the dreams that you cannot remember, you already have. 

At this point you can’t quite be sure how often you and Taehyung meet up, but right now it feels like a lot. It has been three weeks since your discharge, and more than half of the time is spent with Taehyung and a few other friends. You have always been around each other, that you know, but somehow spending time with him now feels a little different. 

He does not stick himself to you, no, Taehyung is much too prideful for that, but no matter what you do, or where you find yourself, be it within the center of the group or at the outskirts, you feel his guard, his protection. At any one moment when you look up, you will find his eye on you. They are not glaring nor heavy, but rather, soft and tender, like a father that watches over his daughter. It is obvious that this has to do with your 'incident’, and maybe, it is his way of 'keeping a closer eye on you’ as he mentioned before. You appreciate him, of course, but it also makes you feel terribly rotten on the inside/

You find yourself smiling more, smiling wider and laughing louder, and when you peek at the relieved purse of his lips that grows more evident over time, you can feel his anxiousness over you drop. But while that dilutes the debt you think you owe him, the rotten feeling does not go away. Your cheeks cramp, your lips twitch and your feet scrape heavily against the pavement- you are so very exhausted, but at least you are able to make him worry a little less. 

This is what Taehyung meant by sharing a love that is self-destructive, you suppose. There is no middle way with you two, you are two lighted matches in a race to see which one burns out first. You hope it is you. Taehyung would be the one to bear the weight of living without you, but at least you are not around to watch. It would kill you otherwise.

“High school starts in one week." 

You are curled in the hammock on Taehyung’s front porch, a mug of ice cold rice punch in your hand and a battery-powered fan in the other. Summer beats down on your neighbourhood, there is hardly anyone on the streets, all gone to take shelter in the cool comfort of their homes. Taehyung’s room has gotten too stuffy from just the fan alone (his aircon has broken down), so the two of you have escaped to the shades outside. 

Taehyung is on the steps a few feet away, wearing sunglasses, his own rice punch beside him on the floor. You watch dazedly as the condensation droplets slide tantalizingly down the surface of the glass mug, accumulating a wet stain on the wood it rests upon. 

"Don’t remind me,” the boy grumbles, thumbs flying across the keyboard of the latest iPhone 4s. “Just thinking about it is giving me major vacation withdrawals.”

You roll over on your hammock to stare up at the roof. It is a shade of brown coated in dust that you are quite familiar with. “You’re being dramatic,” you say, feeling a cloud of drowsiness loom over you. It must be the heat. 

“Don’t tell me you’re excited for school to start?”

“I’m not, but… this vacation feels kind of long too, doesn’t it?”

“You’re weird.” You can sense his commitment to the pointless conversation slowly dwindling, but you are much too sleepy to rebuke him for paying more attention to his phone than you. Your eyelids have just fallen shut when he suddenly yelps an alarming oh my God, and you are falling over the hammock and scrambling over to see what’s up. 

“Rohwan just texted.” The moment you come to his side, his hand has gripped your forearm, fingers easily going full circle around it as he pulls you closer to his phone screen. “There’s a new guy in town. He moved in to West End yesterday, he’s our age, and Rohwan saw him in a Juhan uniform!”

You raise a judging brow, subtly wondering if the boy has always been this dramatic, or he has just become more inclined to such reactions after nearly losing you in the recent incident. Losing interest immediately, you drone, “and sooooo…?”

“We haven’t had a new face in six years, and he’s from Juhan, Y/N, that’s a school in Busan.”

Oh. Your eyes go full circle in their sockets, and you shake off Taehyung’s grip. Daegu-Busan rivalry is a concept that should only exist in dramas, it was such a shallow rivalry that you doubted anyone in real life would actually believe it. You’ve obviously doubted wrong. Taehyung is absolutely gobbling this news up. 

“Tae, are you serious? Daegu and Busan have nothing against each other. That’s old people belief.”

“Okay, forget the cities, I was looking our school up the other day, Haesan and Juhan High have been baseball rivals since the eighties. That’s twenty years of tension! So here’s the thing, Juhan is comprised of both a middle and high school, so what is the new guy doing not sliding into the high school that he’s already affiliated to and enrolling into Haesan?”

Somewhere along Taehyung’s gossip-girl rant, you find yourself already plopped down beside him to listen. “How do you know he’s going to attend Haesan?”

“Rohwan saw him in the uniform shop. Dressed in Juhan but shopping for Haesan? Scandalous.”

“There are plenty reasons for someone to move cities. Maybe his dad got a job transfer? Or rent was cheaper here? Maybe he got sick of the smell of sea salt?”

“But Juhan…” This is when you realise Taehyung is no longer listening, and your warning goes unheeded even when you glare at him, jaw-slackened in girlish offense as he types an eager response to Rohwan’s texts. Frustrated by the lack of attention, Taehyung’s ignored mug of rice punch is taken into your hands, palm rubbing back and forth on the wet surface to smother his cheeks in gross lukewarm water. Taehyung screeches. 

Then you’re racing around the porch in a game of cat and mice; you scramble across the lawn squealing out defeat, but Taehyung just warns for you to run while you can, covering the same distance with two long-legged strides, he leaps over his own fence and gains leverage over you because you’re not tall enough to jump and have to use the gate.

You’ve run down three houses when your lungs encounter a hiccup, suddenly strained for breath, you’re forced to come to a stop, bending over as you heave and cough. Taehyung catches up to you in seconds, laughing and pulling you upright.

“Jesus, I nearly forgot you were asthmatic!” He taunts, grabbing you carefully but firmly around the arm and helping to straighten your back, forgetting all about revenge. “Easy now, deep breaths.”

You level out your breathing following Taehyung’s instructions, the boy is concerned, but still manages to laugh at you about karma. The knot in your lungs untangles eventually, and though he seems to have put the matter of his wet cheeks aside, you certainly haven’t. When his guard his fully down and he’s ready to head back to the house, you burst up and jump onto his back, howling with laughter and rubbing your knuckles into his skull. “Pick one! Your phone or your best friend, huh?”

Taehyung’s whining and groaning throughout your noogie, floundering and staggering with your weight on him and your merciless devilish ministrations. 

“Ow! Ow- okay! Shit, alright I pick you! I’ll always pick you!”

“Be careful kids! You’re on the road!”

Your heads lift to the first floor window of the house across the street, behind which the twins’ mother stands, armed with a spatula. Her eyes are scolding but her fond grin gives her away. Taehyung apologizes for the both of you and returns to the sidewalk with you on his back. It is only when you arrive at your white fences that he pops you down. 

The run has gotten you both perspiring, sticky skin warmed by the mid-afternoon sun. Your shirt clings to your back, sweat drips down the side of your face, you’re breathless and tired, but you’re smiling and Taehyung’s smiling back- years from now, this moment is one you want to always remember.

Don’t forget, Y/N, don’t forget. 

High school begins tomorrow.  

“We have twelve hours until we’re back to the routine of waking up at five and having our asses stuck in a plastic chair for eight hours straight.”

It is five o’ clock. You’ve just returned from a very early dinner with your mother at the diner on the edge of town when you chance upon Taehyung in the hammock. He’s dressed exceptionally special when you see him, too special to just be lazing around on his front porch. 

“Did you forget the hour-long commute during morning rush hours?” You respond lightly, grinning ear to ear when the boy emits a comical high pitched whine. Gesturing for your mother to head inside without you, you stop to converse with the boy from the sidewalk. “Are you heading somewhere?”

“Yeah. Dinner with the boys. Where are you coming back from?”

“Dinner too. Mum and I ate early because I wanted to go to the pier. I was thinking of asking you along.”

Though you are quite a distance away, leaning on the outside of his fence, it does nothing to mask Taehyung’s snap to attention. He bolts upright from his lying position, staring right back at you with unusually wider eyes. His jaw is set, his lips pressed to a neutral line. 

“Are you sure about it?”

“Yeah.” You know what he’s referring to, but in all honesty the pier does not bode anything negative to you like Taehyung thinks it does. You want to reassure him of that. “I mean, it’s just the pier, right?”

“Yeah.” He holds your gaze, unwavering and full of depth. You try to smile. “Just the pier." 

"Is eight okay? Is it too early?”

The boy shakes his head. “Eight is fine. I’ll meet you there.”

“Right.” You push off from the fences, angling your body towards your own home.

“See you there.”

 When you return to your bedroom, the silence is more static than you are used to. Something weighs in your chest, something is always weighing down in there, but this one feels oddly tangible. It’s something you can’t shake off even after changing into your comfiest pair of t-shirt and shorts and curling up amidst freshly laundered sheets, but you refuse to brood on your last day of vacation. 

The right drawer of your desk is more eye catching than ever in the rare moments that you are left alone. It is where that book has been sitting, out of sight and therefore out of mind, for the past three weeks after you had read the first page of it. Ever since Taehyung’s interruption that evening, you have willed yourself to put the book and all the complicated thoughts it brought to your head away, having convinced yourself to deem it a prank or delivery gone wrong despite the odds.

But your curiosity about it’s’ background had not yet died out. You think that if you allow this loose end to carry forward into your beginning at a new school, you would be left feeling like you had left one shoe stuck in the mud. And before long you find your fingers curled around the knob of your drawer, the book in your lap and the hours going by. 

i think you should move out. mum is working herself to the bones trying to take care of you and paying for therapy. you can take care of yourself as long as you have this book. mum won’t be around forever. - 07.06.13 

don’t worry, i will take care of you. love, mum - 18.07.11 

three years ago you were diagnosed with anterograde amnesia. a car accident, they said. although you can’t remember how it happened. the therapist suggested you make this scrapbook to help you keep track of things. - 12.03.14 

it’s your first day in your new apartment. someone has left post-it notes next to your pillow saying that you should check out this scrapbook. you know everything now. and you know you should read this book again tomorrow. aunt lives fifteen minutes away, she’ll look out for you. call her if you need anything. - 22.03.14 

The weight in your chest grows to a point where it physically aches. You are a third’s way in to the book when a chime from your phone thankfully interrupts you. It’s Taehyung. He says he’ll be fifteen minutes late at least, and it’s a quarter to eight o’ clock when you decide its best to set things aside and head to the pier. 

The book is hurting you and you know that, you only cannot figure out why. The accounts it holds is too detailed, too personal, to possibly be a prank. It feels so real, but also so unbelievable. And it reminds you a lot of your dreams- always altered, but always surreal.

It feels ridiculous to contemplate the possibilities, but the theory on it being from the future is eating away at you as the car engines die out to crickets singing in the trees, neon lights on shops giving way for muted silver moonlight. The hustle and bustle of the town’s busier district is replaced, after a near twenty minute walk, by the crystal clear sloshing of water against the shore. Soon, you have arrived at the pier, a canvas of black and a crackly reflection of the crescent moon against it.

Perhaps you’ve been watching too many movies, but the oddities are beyond reasonable explanations. How and why are the two crucial factors to this book being delivered to your address specifically. Nothing but a crack in reality, a slip in time, could explain why this book details the daily accounts of an amnesiac from the future. And it chills you to the bone that this book could very well be yours. 

A crunching leaf snaps you to attention. The pier is a place of solace that is more than familiar to you and the youths of your town, but being that far out from commotion where street lamps are not always functional keeps you on your guard. 

Scraping of soles against asphalt then turns to resounding footsteps on the wooden floorboards that make up the pier. You try to seek a face on the other end, one that you hope is Taehyung’s or someone just as friendly, but the lighting is scarce and your poor eyesight renders you no aid. The footsteps get louder, and soon a silhouette that is tall and fairly built becomes clear in your limited field of vision. 

You could only assume the man had noticed your presence, for the footsteps then stop short, and the silhouette is no longer in motion. 

“Sorry,” he says, in a tone the hints nervousness and genuine apology, like he’d wandered into territory that he knew was not his, “didn’t think there’d be anybody here.”

From the first word alone, his voice had sent a devastating jolt to your heart, one that leaves you breathless, incapacitated, absolutely stumped. You lose the instinct to breathe, and all you know is that this is a voice you have heard before, this is a voice that-

“Jungkook…?”

The floorboards creak, the silhouette advances and a face is illuminated by moonlight. Your knees nearly buckle.

“How do you know my name?”

[taekwonduh]

→ untitled vampire!au

Tags: Namjoon, angst, olden day au, PG

“You swore to father you would protect me, yet here we are, halfway ‘cross the damned country as you deliver me to the Capital that got him killed in the first place.”

“Well if you ask me-”

“-Better to someone we know than to a creepy old Lord on the other end of River Maisely.”

“There you go.”

Namjoon was a man that could not be out-talked, thus the headache that was slowly beginning to throb in crescendo at the back of your head while you tried to reason with him was warranted and expected. Or perhaps it was just the heatwave kicking in as your entourage of horses, carriages, carts and footmen pursue your third day of journey through the Drylands, an expanse of abandoned land that laid between the Capital and the rest of the nation. 

Sparse of words, you had made sure to announce your defeated frustration with a huff from your cracked lips, and your body angled away from the stiff authority that sat straight-spined, leveled-chin, fists-to-knees, opposite of you, the authority that you called brother. Namjoon made no comment of your otherwise characteristically petty response, one which you have unfailingly, for the past seventeen years of life, delivered when you yet again lose an argument to the boy that was your senior in every aspect you could think of. 

Determined to navigate away from the dreadful topic and even more dreadful destination that loomed ahead of your party, you had raised a tentative yet curious hand to the thick velvet drapes that hung protectively over the carriage windows, drawn shut for the entirety of your occupation in the suffocating, claustrophobia-inducing wooden box on wheels. 

The moment your fingertips had come into contact with the smooth, furry fabric, your brother’s voice had sounded, knowing and warning, “Don’t.” To this you were normally obedient of, particularly during the fragile months following the loss of a parent and a half, but call it the stormy adolescence of a flowering vampiric beauty, your brother’s warning went unheeded, and the drapes were drawn. 

There had been no deafening shriek, your skin did not burn, neither of you turned to ash. There was only gentle warmth upon cold, snow-like skin, a mild-temperatured breeze (much cooler than the stuffiness within) drifting past the small cut-out from which you were currently looking out. 

“That’s enough now, they are our men but the scent of a Pureblood tempts all men the same, especially when they are worn from travel.”

You had allowed for your arm to drop, and the drapes swung back into place. You turned back to look at him. “So let them rest. Dusk is upon us, they’ve been on the move for days.”

“We cannot afford to stop now. We are in the Drylands, we will not be able to fend off an attack by savages in their own territory. We will keep moving until we’ve reached Capital outskirts, then I will let them rest for two moons.”

It was a tendency of all younger sisters to retort their brothers, but you knew well enough that Namjoon was right. The Drylands was twice the size of the Capital, home only to creatures who have spent decades building skills and tolerance against the harsh elements of this desert. Nobles from all corners foreign to the territory would stand no chance if left unprepared.

Of the many unspeakable species that call the Drylands their home, Rabids were the most notorious. Far lower than the sinful product of a Pureblood Vampire and Human, Rabids were the final destination once Halfbloods completed their inevitable degradation, and they would suck the life out of anything remotely living, be it animal, man, or the Vampire they once were. The carcasses, completely dry of blood, left scattered throughout the plains was how the territory earned its’ name. 

Void of sanity and moral, Rabids were those who had fallen out of Vampiric rank, pests of the Council and predators of those who could not afford to build hundred-foot walls on the perimeters of their homes. The primary source of unrest and terror to the people, torching Rabids were the only way to properly exterminating them, so the Council had set fire to the area housing the highest concentration of Rabid-incited killings, thus the Drylands have and will continue to expand as the centuries go by.

“I still cannot believe you are sending me away.”

“The prince is shallow, simple-minded, predictable, and therefore controllable. It is much safer for you there than in the castle of some foreign Lord you have never even met. The prince you have at least seen before!”

“Yes, once.” Upon noticing the attitude that began to slip under your tone, the man diagonal to you had angled his chin down, and cat-like, amber eyes up in intolerance, as well as palpable condescension with just expression alone. But you forthrightly pushed forward with your argument, for you knew there was nothing else you could do but pitifully protest once a man like your brother had finalized his calculations. He was always more like father than you were. “Do you not remember what happened the last time we visited the Lunar Palace? He quite nearly executed a handmaiden for accidentally stepping on my dress- on his own inaugural!”

“Alright.” Along with the release of a breath that he might have been holding from the time you departed from your castle six days ago, Namjoon had broken out of his stiff posture, back hunching and shoulders deflating, arms folded loosely across his broad chest. “His decisions are not always the wisest or most merciful, but one thing is for sure and that is he will be the last person to ever hurt you.”

“How do you know that?”

“The prince likes pretty things, and rumours of your beauty have spread far beyond the Drylands.”

“Flattery is not going to change my position on this matter, if my position even means anything at all to you. He’s a tyrant, Namjoon, you’re marrying me to a maniac who gets off beheading anyone who dares drop an opinion atop his!”

When your sweet, tangerine hued eyes, bearing dead resemblance to your mother’s was raised to meet his, your brother only shifted his position so that he was now sitting directly across you instead of diagonal, his longer, thicker and sturdier legs meeting your own daintier, but not any less-travelled, ones at the tips of bent knees in the cramped confines of your carriage. In mulled silence, he took your fists, previously clenched agitatedly at your sides, into his broad and warm palms, clasping your ivory-skinned hands tight within his own.

“See? You already know what not to do around him. You are a smart girl, my sister, you will know how to protect yourself in the palace. I have my eyes in there too, I will not allow for any harm to come to you whilst you are there. And… if it comforts you any, at least the prince is young and handsome.”

“I don’t care for any of that.” Your voice had grown soft, inevitable when you were borderline terrified of the events that laid ahead of you once you have arrived at the Capital. “If father were here, he’d never let this happen.”

Your brother’s grasp sharply tightened, startling you enough for him to at least curb his voice into a gentler chide at last minute, all the while remaining darkly firm and reminding of the lack of presence of your valued guiding figure when he spoke his next words: “Well father’s not here.”

You had always strove to avoid bringing your father into any matter since his passing, out of pride that you did not want to be the one dragging your brother on a guilt trip when he was so young when the title as head of the family was thrust upon his shoulders and yet had still managed to wear it like a champion. But just as unprepared as he was in the beginning, you were, after all, a girl who grew up knowing only the warmth of her father’s cloak. 

“… We are the only ones left, we have to look out for each other. I only want the best for you, just as father has.”

“But I will miss you very much.”

In response to your affection, Namjoon had allowed for the first smile since you had left behind the familiar comfort of your home to smooth out the worried creases in his forehead, to even out the pinch between his brows. Now much more tender, more brotherly than leaderly, he said, “You may cry on the first night. But no more after that. Daughters of the South are as strong as sons, you must never forget that.”

[taekwonduh]

Don't Forget, Pt. 1

Summary: “It is okay if you do not remember me, I can do the remembering. But in a world where I hold absolutely no place in your life, not even as the girl who knew your name before your face, I think it would be a place too cruel to live in.”

Characters: Jungkook, (she/her) Reader, Taehyung

Tags: Angst, romance, food for thought

Memo (Prologue), Pt. 2, Pt. 3

Dreams have always ensnared you.

You would become a prisoner to the unconscious ventures that never dared make themselves known outside the confines of an alternate reality. Dreams to you were exactly that- an experience that was otherworldly, one that was an outlier to the life you lived here.

It was from a young age that you recognized dreaming meant something entirely different to you than it did to your peers. To them, dreams involved fantastically impossible occurrences like sausages with four legs (a literal sausage dog!), or something more plausible yet still equally unattainable as marrying the student one had a crush on but never once spoke to.

Your dreams were always platonic. It illustrated what appeared to be an ordinary day in life, except the life was not entirely yours. You would see the few same faces, in contexts you’ve never been in, yet still convincing enough for you to believe it could happen. Things were always real, but also always slightly altered. One too many times you wondered if these dreams could be another person’s life in a parallel universe.

Whatever happened in these dreams, you would quickly forget upon waking, but the emotions inflicted upon you were absorbed, retained, like water to sponge. And more often than not, it negatively affected how you went about the day, for the dreams your subconscience conjured were always filled with pain. You could not for the life of you decipher the source, but it was safe to assume that this pain was deeply rooted, it laid silently in the hours of the day, in the shallow breaths you took and the steps you walked. And in the moments you were weakest, it would stem and bloom, blinding your eyes, muting your ears, silencing your throat to any form of comfort or solace that those who took note of your deteriorating positivity would try to offer.

The weight of seemingly living two lives at once bore on your shoulders.

And it was in this particular dream that you learned you must choose one.

The water is bitingly cold, within a bath of murky cerulean, suspended and motionless, you observe a disfigured blob of yellow, from which the strongest rays of light refracted beyond, just barely reaching you.  But unlike floating to the top with buoyancy, your body instead sinks deeper, where the blue turns multiple shades darker and the temperature would freeze you to death before the lack of oxygen could.

A voice comes to you distant, muffled and slightly muted beyond the surface of the water. Though not all words the voice carried is clear to you, one thing is:

Its’ desperation.

You then find yourself struggling, kicking and paddling with every fiber of strength not already lost to the cold in order to inch closer to the surface, to the source of this cryptic voice that sprouts familiarity in you despite it being, as far as you can recall, your first time hearing it.

Wherever the hell you are, I hope you finally remember everything-

And I’m going to publish this stupid book of yours-

The whole world will-

remember you.

You break through this dream gasping.

With each fervent breath your lungs pump, feeling and awareness return to their rightful places. The reignition of the parts of your body feel entirely foreign, like the heart racing between your ribs is not yours, the blood rush, the dots behind your eyes- it was a homecoming to a home in which you do not quite belong, yet still had evidence of your occupation.

The cerulean ceiling you stared helplessly up at all but moments ago is now replaced by a pristine white glow that have your eyes screwing shut the moment you open them. As your body gradually adjusts itself to the present, the delayed realisation of a warmth applied to the back of your hand reopens your eyes, drawing your gaze down to where a head of black hair lays face-down just adjacent to the position of a broader, warmer hand resting, with just enough tenderness and protection, atop your own paler, bonier one.

“Jung-”

The word dies on your tongue the moment something in you shatters, and you lose sight of the thing you had been trying to grasp. All you know is that it is now out of reach.

You spend the next moments in dazed brooding, the sinking in of reality punctuated by the consistent beeping of your heart monitor, until you are interrupted at last when the boy at your bedside stirs and awakes slowly. It does not seem at all odd that the first thing he does is check on you, and you do not flinch when his eyes instantaneously widens, lower jaw falling loose as he rises from his plastic chair in dramatic slow-motion to take a closer look at you. As if you’ve popped right out of a dream.

As his face inches closer, the memories become clearer. Something akin to a firework subsequently explodes in your chest, but this display is nowhere near beautiful nor romantic- it burns and tears at your insides, forcing slates of a tragic incident you wish you had forgotten into a reel of memories that once again begin to spin.

“Alive…”

This husky croak is yours to emit, just barely, tongue and roof of your mouth like sandpaper scratching against each other. It feels like many years ago when it happened- the scene currently projected on the front of your skull- but the pain aches fresh, like yesterday’s cut.

What do you mean he’s gone…?

“Yes, Y/N, you’re alive! God, you really had us all worried to wits’ end!”

“No, you…”

“Oh, what am I doing! I better get the doctor to look at you! Your mum will be so relieved.”

Listening to your groggy ramblings is no longer a priority on the boy’s mind, having lost out to the need to ensure that your long awaited awakening did not bring any further complications. He presses buttons, checks your stats, and soon a doctor and his entourage of nurses trail in, bringing up the rear is a shaken and hopeful, frail-shouldered woman- your mother.

“My, you’ve caused quite a stir early in the morning, Y/N! But we’re glad you’re back. I’m Doctor Park, your attending for the past two weeks. So far, do you have any trouble comprehending all I’ve just said?”

“No.”

“That’s great. Now let’s run some tests and catch you up on all that you’ve missed!”

Your results come out normal. In fact, they have been for the past two weeks. There had been nothing too physically wrong with you, the doctor had told your mother that you just needed time. So the only difficult fact to swallow now is that you have all your long-term memory intact, but no recollections whatsoever about the incident leading up to your bedridden, semi-comatose predicament. The boy seems quite anxious to fill you in, but at the same time, he too appears to have questions to ask once you had been left in private by the adults.

With the party gone and atmosphere of the room returning to the distilled, almost dream-like serenity it had been in the first moments of your waking, the boy grows visibly more somber. A sigh leaves him the moment the door to your four-bedded ward clicks shut, and he shuffles over with lead footsteps, sinking into the plastic chair he gave up to your mother earlier on.

He sits hunched, elbows to his knees, large hands cupped over his nose and mouth. He seems to mull over a plethora of conflicts, irises flickering with microscopic hesitation and anxiousness throughout his wordless ponder. Likewise, you find yourself pulled under a wave of thought, digging and piecing together an equation you cannot yet figure out, because the variable, your accident, is still undetermined.

When he removes his hands to wrap them around yours, that mystery begins to unravel.

“Why did you do it?”

You have not one clue the true meaning behind his question, but from the pinch between his brows and the minute sagging of the corners of his lips into an afflicted, disappointed and worried frown, it is reasonable to guess that you have committed an act that hurt him.

The lack of response prompts him to pose a supplementary question, the grip he has on your hands tightening along with it, as if you might once more slip away from him into indefinite unconsciousness. “Why were you at the pier?”

You do not hesitate in answering. The memory is all to easy to retrieve- almost embedded in your skull.

“I was looking for you.”

“Y/N, if you don’t remember, or if you just don’t want to talk about, tell me. Just don’t lie to me.”

“But I’m not-”

“Why would you be looking for me at the pier? We promised to meet by the school gates at eight-thirty sharp. You said if I were even a second late, you would pretend to not know me even if we managed to get into the same class in high school.”

You said that? This account does not add up with yours at all. The more he divulges about the variable, the more it starts to prove something wrong- but which is it? His memory… or yours?

Considering you had just woken up from two weeks in semi-coma, both he and the adults would surely refer your confusion to a memory-scramble of some sort because of the incident. The incident which, until now, you still do not have a clear idea about.

“Tell me what really happened, Tae.”

The boy drops his head, tips of his black bangs dusting over your forearm. He takes a deep, shaky breath before returning to look at you, his hands tighter than ever around yours.

“You jumped, Y/N, from the pier. Someone saw. He saved you. Called an ambulance. Why did you…” His last words come out strangled, perhaps the result of a throat closing in on itself, emotional lump wedging itself stubbornly at the pipe. Along with this heartbreaking sound, his eyes slip into a glassy, teetering state, shimmering and swimming, threatening to overflow. “Why did you do that?”

You didn’t.

The story is all wrong.

It was you, Taehyung, it was you who jumped. I was just-

“- looking for you.”

“What are you talking about?” It was like he’d heard a sparrow’s crow come out from your mouth; he is almost hysteric now, eyes searching for some sort of back up to your carelessly blurted response, but you are unable to provide him so. Your own head begins to swirl, progressing rapidly into a whirlwind of fear and anxiety and despair the longer he holds you at point-blank for answers.

“Sorry, I’m tired. Can I rest? Maybe after I get some time to think, I’ll be able to sort my thoughts out.”

It makes no sense at all. You’ve been sleeping for two weeks, and no longer than half a day since you’ve woken you were asking for a chance to go back to sleep. It is surely unfair to Taehyung, but even if he felt that way, he does not raise the matter, for he simply nods and releases, regretfully, your hand from his.

The boy stands, picks up the blanket from around your waist and drapes it gingerly over your chest. He does all this and says his next words without being able to meet your eye, in a voice so defeated you barely pick it up, “For a while now you seemed to bear the weight of something unimaginable, you never told me about it, but you didn’t think I’d be dumb enough to not notice a change, did you? I would hate you for the rest of my life if I had to find out about whatever was troubling you through a suicide note, so don’t write me one if you decide to kill yourself again and no one’s there to fish you out from the lake. If you ever do something like that again… the least you can do is tell me yourself.”

There is not much you can say, the act was not yours to commit, and this you are sure of. But when you look at him, when you listen to the plea in his voice, the fear, all you can do is hope that Taehyung finds it within himself to forgive you. The last thing you want to do is hurt a boy who’d only ever wanted the best for you, for everyone but himself.

“Please don’t be mad.”

Your timid mumble catches him a third’s way out the room. The teenager halts, shoulder slouched and head hanging, and returns, “I’m not mad. I was just… scared. I’ll come back later in the evening. Get some rest.”

Mrs Kim? Yeah, it’s me. I was just wondering if Taehyung has left the house yet?

He’s… what?

“Y/N? It’s okay, don’t cry, stop crying, I’m right here. It was just a dream.”

Dreams are always like this. It clings stubbornly to your back even after you had fought out of its’ deathly grasps, and you bear this weight until the next time you fall back into it, hoping that you’d be able to wake up without feeling completely shredded.

“Taehyung- God.”

“Shh, you’re okay.” Your ward, which would be your residence for only two more days, is now turned down, a single bedside lamp emitting a warm, homely orange glow in the otherwise pitch black room. Taehyung remains in the plastic chair by your side, his hand over yours, eyes glazed with concern that should have been for himself. “You were crying in your sleep. What were you dreaming about?”

“I was-” The recount is ever-ready to spill, memory still fresh in the forefront of your mind. But much like being suddenly stripped naked, the words dissolve on your tongue, and the blankness that soon overcomes you does not quite amount to the apology you feel that you are abruptly incapable of sharing such a minor, yet intimate, account with your closest friend. “I… don’t remember.”

But Taehyung does not seem as offended as he were earlier in the day, he merely relaxes his posture, lips curving into a smile of familiarity as he nods resignedly. “Again, huh? You never remember your dreams. Every time we talk about it, you can’t quite figure out what you dreamt of.”

“I never could remember my dreams?”

The boy shakes his head. “Nope. But you tell me that the one thing you do know about them is that they felt real. Like, I don’t know, you were still living it in even after you’ve woken up.”

“Did I ever say why?”

An infant frown begins to take shape on his face in the form of pinched brows and pursed lips as he pauses momentarily to recall. “I’m not sure. But wouldn’t it be because the emotions you felt in your dream lasted even after it was over? It’s like that for me. Especially when I have nightmares. I feel antsy and paranoid the entire day. Maybe that’s the case for you, except it’s not just limited to nightmares.”

If Taehyung’s reasoning is the case, then whatever your dreams might have been about, they were painful. They tore and ached so bad that they made you grateful it were only a dream.

It would be much too cruel for a person to live it out.

“Is my mother okay?”

“Yeah. In the beginning she was too worried to eat, but my mum made sure to deliver her some side dishes and eat with her every day. I only came to see you after making sure she was asleep. She’ll come tomorrow, first thing. My mum will take her.”

“I’m sorry…”

“What are you sorry for, silly! Before we are friends we are first and foremost neighbours. It’s what neighbours do. We gotta look out for each other.”

This mention elicits a small, reminiscent smile from you. “You’re right. We were neighbours.”

“Were? Sweetheart, you still live a stone’s throw from me. Don’t tell me you forgot! Doc said your long-term memories are supposed to be fine…”

This time, it is your hand that tightens around his, your fingers that curl between his own thicker and longer ones. This act silences him completely, and he falls into a frequency of wordless understanding and appreciation that only years of a solid friendship could have helped develop.

“I could never forget.”

“So,” It is obvious that his upturned tone of voice is an attempt to lift the near-tangibly thickening mood. Carrying your entwined hands in order to rest them affectionately in the palm of his other, he leans forward with a half-cheeky grin that you more than recognize, “You ready for high school?”

“High school?”

“You did miss your own graduation ceremony and cost me mine as well, but the school delivered our grad certificates to our homes, along with placement letters for high school. You may have slept a third of vacation out, but high school still starts in a month’s time, whether or not you almost got yourself killed.”

“Taehyung…”

“Don’t Taehyung me. I’m going to keep a closer eye on you from now on. You may not want to tell me about the things tormenting you, but I deserve to do at least that. As your best friend.”

“If our roles swapped, would you let me do the same for you?”

“If our feelings about the other is the same, then… I think I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t want to worry you, or burden you, so I’d keep things to myself. I also wouldn’t want you to feel like you have to dedicate more time and effort into making sure I don’t do silly things. But it’s not like you’d care right? You’d go ahead and watch out for me even so. Because you love me the same way I love you.”

“What kind of love do you think we share?”

“The kind that is self-destructing.”

Two weeks is never that long of a time, but returning to the little offwhite house with a grey roof feels like a homecoming after years away. Almost the entire neighbourhood is on your unkempt lawn to welcome you back as you hobble out the taxi, weak-kneed and relying almost completely on Taehyung for support.

There’s the old lady who ran the minimart at the street corner, just someways off the middle school you attend, or used to attend, with Taehyung. And the young couple who drives their food truck all over town and sells the best red bean bread you’ve ever tasted, even the twins who lived across the minimart have come, wearing identical power ranger outfits, who look like they’ve gotten a little bigger in the mere two weeks you have not seen them.

“Welcome home, Y/N!”

There is no popping of confetti or blowing of party horns, but the grandeur is the same, like a scene in a movie! Big welcome parties brought crowds, and crowds are never your thing no matter how familiar you are with the people inthat crowd. After having only encountered these people individually, who each occupied and anchored a separate, iconic part of your mind much like they did in the neighbourhood, it feels almost out of this world to have them together in once place.

But amongst all this, and you feel sorry to your other well-meaning guests, there is one person you want to see more than anyone else present.

“Y/N!”

“Mrs Kim…”

Entering her embrace is like throwing yourself into hellfire, and the inexplicable sorrow that bursts forth from the confines of your ribs is already half-expected before arms even come around your shoulders. There are multiple possible reasons why this is the case- one could be that you were just thankful she had taken such good care of your mother when you could not. Another is that you felt immensely indebted for a reason aside from your mother, a reason you could not put a finger on no matter how hard you searched internally.

All you know is that you feel immensely sorry.

Perhaps, like many other situations in which you find yourself caught in a twisted sense of deja vu, it is owed to the dreams you concocted and never remembered. Maybe in one of your dreams, you have done something to hurt her terribly.

“Taehyung, help her inside. We have a feast to dig into!”

“And all-you-can-eat red bean bread for dessert!”

With knowledge that food would be present (word spread fast in a neighbourhood as close-knit as yours, but not as fast as the delicious aroma of Mrs Kim’s famed home cooked food), there are suddenly a lot more guests showing up than what you saw in the beginning. Your and Taehyung’s mother, and every other woman in your house that ever held that title, make sure to feed you only the most nutritious dishes, barely stopping themselves when Taehyung, at your prompting, said that you’d throw everything up if they fed you any more.

And with that you manage to escape to your room with the twins and Taehyung, leaving the adults to their merrymaking in the lounge, where you bide the time by allowing the twins to watch cartoons on your laptop. Taehyung naturally occupies the space beside you on the bed, where he sits slouched against the wall, legs dangling off the edge of your bed as he scrolls through social media on his phone.

“You think we’ll get to witness any high school drama when the term starts?”

“I dunno, Tae. I’m worried about the commute. It’s an hour by train every morning. Why don’t we have a high school in our town?”

“Maybe because we can count the number of kids at high school age with one hand?” And Taehyung is right. Your town is by no means small, being ambiguously located right between the city and the real countryside, but it is dominated largely by elder folk. The younger generation would have gone off to the city to start a new life by the time middle school was over, the ones who finish high school in the town would also have left after that. Which makes people like the young food truck couple so rare.

“Will you leave the town after high school?”

This question has Taehyung pausing from his phone mid-scroll, thumb hovering over a photo of a student in the school uniform you commonly share, posing with a bouquet and certificate. When you watch him from the side, he seems to stare wistfully at the twins, who sit like little owls, small enough to both fit into your computer chair, as they watch their cartoons. “I think my mum would want me to. I’d probably find myself leaving sooner or later. The town’s perfect for retirement, but to spend the next forty, fifty years of my life stuck here? Nah. Don’t think so.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that.” That you plan to have many years ahead of you.

“Wait, you are?” The boy quickly straightens his posture, now sitting cross-legged with his body turned entirely toward you, a look of astonishment on his face. “I thought you’d at least question my loyalty to the town if you weren’t already mad at me for wanting to leave.”

“Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know… We grew up here together. Without it we wouldn’t have met. I thought you’d be mad at me for wanting to leave something so special. But what about you? Would you leave?”

“I’m not sure yet. I can’t really picture myself anywhere. Maybe I’ll have a better idea after high school.”

Just as Taehyung parts his lips to respond, a soft rap on your wooden door snatches the attention of two, yours and his, while the twins remain peacefully in their own world.

“Boys, it’s time to go. Everyone else has already gone, you can watch cartoons at home.”

It is the twins’ mother, who gives you and Taehyung a warm smile before assuming a stern position for her own kids. You thought that she only said everyone had left to pressure the twins, but when there is hardly a sound coming from your living room down the stairs apart from the soft laughter that you recognize to be your mum and Taehyung’s, you know the party is already over.

The twins, by Taehyung’s assurance that they could come here and watch cartoons again the next day, hop off the chair and trudge reluctantly to their mother’s awaiting arms.

“Oh and darling, here’s your mail. Your mum asked me to hand it to you.” In response to the twins’ mother reaching a hand full of envelopes out, Taehyung automatically clambers off your bed to receive it, knowing well that your mobility isn’t completely at its’ finest.

With your thanks, the three of them depart, and Taehyung tosses the stack of mail, mostly envelopes and one thicker parcel, at the foot of your bed.

“You should go too,” you say, sliding the stack closer to you, “Tell your mum to leave the cleaning to us. She’s done so much for us already.”

“By us you mean to your mum? Your legs are still weak. You can hardly walk, much less clean. I’ll go down and speed things up.” The boy throws on his jacket, his collar gets snagged at the back of his neck, but you don’t say anything about it. “See you tomorrow, or later, if I can.”

“Okay.” Your response is mixed with a suppressed chuckle, though Taehyung makes nothing of it and leaves the room, the sound of his hopping down the stairs echoing after him.

Once alone, you reach into the drawer of your desk to retrieve a spare house key, which you use to cut open the envelopes. The two of it, both from your middle school, contain your final grades, your graduation certificate, and high school placement. According to the older kids, the school always assigns their students from this town to the same high school, Haesan, which is the nearest one at an hour away by train.

Your grades have always been mediocre. You don’t fail anything, and sometimes excel in the subject you take most interest in during the academic year. You should feel more excited about school, but it all feels repetitive and predictable, and there is an unidentified parcel waiting for you to get your hands on.

The package caught your attention the moment Mrs Han arrived at your door. Wrapped in grey plastic, typical of postage coming from outside your area, the parcel is about an inch and a half thick, solid, and weighs a good amount in your hand. The outline gives it away as a book, and for a moment, disappointment catches you when you think it might just be the school yearbook (you always find a way to look mightily off-point in the photos, so it’s not exactly something you look forward to receiving anymore).

Nonetheless, you poke a hole through the plastic and rip it open wider from there. It first relieves you that it’s not the yearbook, and instead a tan leather cover. You assume it could be a book delivered to the wrong address, but your name on the delivery sheet stuck on the plastic proves you wrong. The condition of the book is another argument against your initial assumption as well, for it looks like someone’s old possession- the leather is flaking off at the spine, tattered edges, yellowed pages, paper sticking out in the wrong places. When you check for a return address, you are hardly surprised to find none. Someone out there had every intention to mail it to you, but what was that intention?

Shaking unnecessary suspicion out of your mind, as well as the frown that had taken form on your face, you resign to finding out more by tearing the plastic further downwards. A set of gold letters printed on the cover reveals itself. A breath jams in your throat, something crawls down the back of your arms, and your heart breaks.

‘MEMO’.