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technologyculturedneo · 1 year ago

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Sensing & Feeling

Donghyuck ft Dream members

PAIRING. Donghyuck!deaf x Reader!siren

Synopsis. You’re on edge when a group of boys trespass and attempt to steal from your charming lake of riches. You know that with your sound and song, they’ll easily get captivated and drown with your tunes being the last thing they hear. However this time, your song fails to work on one. With no fear, he looks you straight in the eyes and doesn’t fret. He’s allured and fascinated by you, and so are you. For the first time in so long, you hear a beat in your heart and you think you’ve fallen in love.

WC. 7k

Playlist. On the chain. Myuu. Ludwig Gorranssom Sirens. Jibaro soundtrack (w/ ending screams)

They’re being watched.

Donghyuck stops in his tracks, turning around to have a look at the forest again. Even if he can’t hear, he can see. And the rest of his senses are sharp enough to tell that somebody or something is watching them, following there every move. Peering around the colorful rosy, thick and leafy evergreen forest, with its wild and striking green wilderness, Donghyuck tries to get his eyes away from the captivating and alluring beauty trying to search or even find the source that’s making him feel uncomfortable. He can’t see it. But he surely knows that something, or someone is looking at him.

He jerks to the side when a hard hand hits his shoulder. Turning to Mark, Donghyuck slightly raises his arms working his hands in a pattern of communication. Mark, with his eyes solely on the rapid moving fingers, sighs and drops his cigarettes bud on the ground when it’s finished. He gets his other hand out his pocket visually moving his hands- yet stuck in the habit of saying his words out loud. “There’s nothing there. Stop looking around or else you’ll get lost.”

Donghyuck humph’s balling his fists before eagerly opening his palm to begin expressing his anxiety- hastily moving his fingers and hands in a manner which causes Mark to groan.

“What’s he saying?” Mark rolls his eyes getting his hands back in his pocket while facing Jaemin who asked in wonder being watchful of the pair.

“He’s saying we’re being watched and that he feels something following us.” Mark turns his head to the moving hands of Donghyuck and then facing Jaemin again. “He’s convinced that it started following us since we left the car hours ago. But I’m telling him that nothing’s there.” Mark, although focused on Jaemin has his hands in Donghyuck’s direction signing out that ‘nothing’s there.’

Jaemin turns to Donghyuck awkwardly and clears his throat. “Tell him he’s just being paranoid,” Mark does as told causing Donghyuck’s shoulders to fall as he turns his sharp deadly eyes on Jaemin. Jaemin being attentive to Mark and ignoring the gnawing eyes of Donghyuck, Jaemin scratches the back of his neck. “He really hates me.”

Donghyuck exhales angrily feeling ignored. He troops forward making sure to bump Jaemin’s shoulder hard in the process.

“Ow,” Jaemin holds onto his shoulder facing Mark in irritation. “Why does he always do that to me? It’s not like I’m being mean to him or anything. Fuck, you know, he should’ve been grateful that we even agreed for him to come with his dumb deaf ears.”

“Must be the reason why he hates you man,” Jeno snorts and turns his head back when Donghyuck passes him. Mark walks forward being behind Donghyuck.

“Why?” Jaemin asks louder.

“You keep referring to his ears as dumb and deaf,” Jeno smirks before tossing his arm around Donghyuck’s shoulder and signing with one hand, the only sign language he knows. ‘Are you okay?’

Donghyuck’s beady eyes glance once at Jeno’s fingers and then nodding his head trying to keep his temper at bay. Despite not hearing Jaemin’s comment, Donghyuck knows his place in Mark’s group of friends. If he has to cause a scene now, they would only label him as a typical angry deaf boy.

“No shit, he’s deaf.” Jaemin grumbles. “And dumb,”

“Watch it Jaemin.” This time Chenle gets in on the conversation barely looking back to his friend.

“It should be somewhere around here,” Renjun, navigating the group of fatigued boys behind him with a map, alters his voice louder for all of them to hear. “Okay guys, we’re almost there.”

“You’ve been saying that for an hour man,” Jaemin, the last in line, groans out. “My feet are killing me, can’t we just stop?”

“We can’t stop now, we’re so close.” Renjun states as he follows the olden brown mapped route. Wandering and rambling around the forest, they boys get deep and deeper within the dimly lit home of nature. Donghyuck can’t hear the words produced by Renjun, but he surely can tell that Renjun’s legs are not going to stop anytime soon. It’s as if he’s almost possessed.

Being the only one with the map, Renjun is certain of where they are going. However, the sound whispering to his ear is hypnotizing. The sweet melodies feel like a calling, drawing him off the familiar hiking trail and towards the forbidden forest area full of rash cultivation, sharp stones and deep water swamps. At this point, he’s not even himself when being pulled by the unknown voice calling onto him.

And so he leads his friends through a valley filled with shadows and slow forming mists.

In ambience with the clouded sky and descending colors of the once bright green forest has Donghyuck feeling the hairs of his neck rise every time they pass through some trees. Something is surely watching them. He peeks at Mark once, yet his heart heaves in deep isolation, feeling like an outcast when he sees Mark’s lips turned up into a huge smile as he soundlessly laughs. It’s not only Mark, but Jeno as well has moving lips and a large smile on his face engaging in conversation entertaining both Mark and Jaemin.

Donghyuck feels singled out when Chenle taps his shoulder and with broken sign language tries to chat with him. It results in Donghyuck merely pulling a discontent look and all together ignoring him. Not long after, he notices Jisung and Chenle having their own conversation. With no one around him to notice, he sinks his head down grumpily stuffing his hands in his pockets as he follows behind Renjun in barren.

He didn't even want to tag along with Mark for this stupid trip. But Mark convinced him that it would be a fun experience. Donghyuck knew it wouldn't be fun considering they'd be together with the rest of Mark's friends, but he still tagged along in hopes that he'd be able to "fit in" and be "normal".

He tsks and shakes his head. Moving away from the group to take a short leak on a tree stem, he notices how the tree barks have gone from slim to chunky and large.

The tall and secluded trees become thicker and almost impossible to pass through. Donghyuck signs to Mark a few more times that he feels like something is watching them the deeper they go. But as usual, Mark tries to assure Donghyuck that they’re not being watched.

Your head, ever so slowly, peeks out from the waters having 4k vision of the boys treading down the slope leading to your territory. You sink back into the water, following them from the side.

Now trudging and dragging their feet through the high grass, the sky is no longer visible being covered by the vast majority of leaves. The trees go from being slime and tall, to being thick and short, with heavy large leaves dropping down all the way to the ground.

“Renjun are you sure we’re going the right way?” Mark complains. “We’ve been at it for almost three hours now.”

“He’s leading us to our death,” Jeno mumbles trying to joke his way around feeling an excruciating amount of blistering pain on his feet. "Okay, dude I shit you not when I say my legs have reached their maximum limit."

"Well just keep pushing a little longer. I want us to get there at least by sunset." Renjun states, his eyes hooked forward with the goal and aim to reach his desired time frame. "We'll be able to comfortably rest when we get there."

Renjun's words are a bleak whisper of hope, urging everyone to continue walking with the little strength they have. It gets harder to pass by certain amount of branches and thorn covered bushes- but none the less the boys manage to escape serious injuries every time. Complaining, joking around, telling stories and even singing is what gets the boys through their crying legs and drained bodies.

Donghyuck, however, has nothing of entertainment except slightly falling back from the group and deviating on his own to have a closer look at the ethereal plants and vegetation of certain flowers. It’s the type of nature he hasn’t seen before. It’s all so beautiful.

Still being with the group but just a couple of steps back, Donghyuck brings out his water bottle from his backpack drinking on the last drops of his water. Yapping his dry tongue, he swallows dryly and looks to the lake bed that's several meters far from them.

His eyes widen when seeing the lake pond thinking that they’ve finally reached the spring waters. He sprints lightly towards Renjun and pats his shoulder quickly and points at the distance of the flowing waters.

Much to his inaudible ears Donghyuck doesn't hear when the rest of the boys ask him what's wrong. Luckily Renjun catches his drift and begins laughing. "Guys look! We're here!"

Upon seeing the lake bed of waters the boys with their last strength scamper in zeal and excitement- no longer tired but DRAINED and in need of aqua. Getting to the edge of the grass head they each drop to their knees getting their hands in the chilling cold waters and splashing it on their faces.

Jisung however stops just by the edge of the ground feeling uneasy. “Renjun, is this the right spring waters? This doesn’t feel like the place we came to last time.”

Renjun too, for a split second, has confusion looming over him- but within a second, his whole mind is in a trance again and the worried look turns into excitement. “What are you talking about Jisung? Let’s get in the lake.”

Unintentionally being a step ahead, Donghyuck's eyes twinkle and he sticks his whole foot in the water (not caring that he’s soaked his whole shoes and trousers), walking on the uneven rocky surface getting deeper in the water when his eyes make out something shiny and sparkling. Bending down with his knees feeling cool by the cold water, Donghyuck sticks his hand inside the flowing water, touching the unfamiliar yet glittery piece of jewel.

Mark's head strikes up instantly when wind passes by him and his ears tingle when he catches a soft lullaby. A shiver crawls up his whole body and he shakes physically, trembling.

His head slowly turns side to side wondering if the boys can hear it, can feel it, can smell it? But they're sitting by the edge relaxing and massaging their feet in oblivion to the light mist that slowly coats the air. While the most coats the air, the clouds begin to separate revealing the sun.

Mark's head seeks for Donghyuck and through the curling vine tree leaves he spots Donghyuck in the water. Bending down and picking up something.

Something in Mark doesn't feel right or at ease when seeing his friend in the water.

His chest rises and falls rapidly, with his heart beating excessively fast. He...he doesn't know why he's feeling paranoid but as soon as he hears the soft gripping lullaby again he lunges himself in the lake hurting himself in the process, causing an alert for the other boys.

"Mark what's wrong?"

"Guys we need to get out of here." Mark is wreaking of desperation for the danger he feels that his friend, Donghyuck is in. "Something doesn't feel right. I think Hyuck was right. Something followed us."

Meanwhile, Jaemin is the first to spot it. Eyes. Your eyes. A wave of dizziness engulfs him as he moves without thinking and falls into the water, lustfulness covering his eyes. "Jaemin!" Jeno is alert when Jaemin falls head first into the lake. Without delay Jeno gets in the water- the stony ground scraping him but his attention is on his goofy smiling friend Jaemin who is in a daze.

“She’s so beautiful.” Jaemin mummers, love struck, with drool leaving the side of his lip being mesmerized by just your eyes. Your eyes that are sticking out the water and staring at them.

Just as Mark's about to grab a hold of Donghyuck- his fingers recoil in fret by an eerie loud squeaky scream causing him to grip his ears. Jaemin and Jeno in the water are paralyzed in terror clawing at their ears equally yelling with their eyes rolling back.

"Guys get out the water!" Renjun petrified of the emerging sight of the female yells.

You're unfazed by the confusion rising in the surface level of the boys scream, you sneakily peek out the water only allowing your eyes to momentarily get a look at your prey. It's been a long while since your voice called out to the forest and brought you back prey. This time around you're enlightened to have clocked seven youthful and mature men. You lick your lips, slowly rising out the water to the surface.

Your body is dazzling and glimmering when the little light from the sun hits your skin. Adorned in glitter skin from head to toe, draped in nothing but a gleaming amount of pearls wrapping around your body your hallucination eyes captivates the boys in an eerie lust. And it's true, just for a moment, all their eyes (except Donghyuck who's still looking at the jewel in his hand) are on your sensual figure.

Your figure slithers out the water, and unlike the usual mermaid tale, you’ve got legs which equally shine with the glitter and diamond pieces serving as skin.

But that doesn't mean the boys don't fear at the eerie feeling. Mark is paralyzed in place with his hands wedged in his ears as he tries to fight out the echoed scream that he hears on repeat in his head- he can’t get his eyes off you, but he surely can try to resist. He becomes frozen and entranced- not bothering to run! the way Jeno leaps for his life (with Jaemin over his shoulder) trying to get out the water and follow a panicked Renjun, Jisung and Chenle who manifest agony in trying to shut out their ears to the scream withering in their heads.

You smirk, loving how much they’re all trying to resist. You try not to pay attention to the unfazed man on his knees holding onto a piece of your diamond skin. You pay your attention close to Jaemin, who reaches out his love hands to you- but is being yanked by his friend. “So beautiful-”

“Don’t leave me,” You whimper and stretch your own hands out, your eyes drowning his mind.

He’s easy. So you don’t hesitate to open up your mouth and render your voice out to the men by screaming again- it's crooked, it's whiny, it's so loud, it's making them deaf. Once again, the air coils by your screech and the mist grows heavy with all the boys reacting in agony by scratching their ears. Renjun scratches so hard that he's ears abnormally begin to bleed.

Jaemin grips his ears- his senses foggy and his mind going crazy- but then being captivated again he’s under the spell to draw closer to you. Jeno drops Jaemin to the ground as he also can’t take the sound of your yells echoing in all parts of his head.

Unlike Jaemin who’s easily engulfed by your voice, the other boys are strong in resisting and try to run.

But you’re just at your beginners level. Trying to see which sound frequency gets them attached. And to your luck, Jaemin easily reacts to the easy based scream. Your voice intensifies as you growl from your throat and have your eyes dead on the group screaming yet again even louder.

The air slowly becomes clear as you approach and walk slowly on the water. You’re slithering from side to side, erotically moving and watching Jaemin crawl before he sprints in the water splashing all over being pulled by your voice. The poor boy is trying to run away but with your voice in his head he gets enchanted to run towards you.

A bewitching voice echoes through Mark’s brain, “Come closer,” it speaks over and over like a mantra, soothing hums layered behind the words. But Mark has his head craned upwards in agony, his eyes shut tightly with his head trying to resist.

You have the movements of a dancer, delicately dancing in the water, looking graceful and poised. “Come to me,”

Mark’s legs unwillingly step forward, blindly opening up his eyes as he can no longer resist. But with Donghyuck in his view, he’s snapped out of your trance (but only for a second) and pushes Donghyuck forward.

And just like that, Mark being the second just like Jaemin being the first- to give into your voice and blindly follow in your trance. In an irregular pulling, both Mark and Jaemin dance to a forced tune in their heads-

Donghyuck pushed forward grunts in anger and peers back, only for his eyes to open wide in alert as he watches in silence both Mark and Jaemin in unorthodoxy as they dance- almost forced while trudging in the water. Donghyuck get’s up to grab unto Mark but is stuck when he sees a dancing figure deep in the edges of the water.

Mark is being pulled painfully as he laughs in an inhumane manner trying to get to you. Donghyuck can only watch his friend from behind looking like he’s being yanked and walking above the water instead of drowning. The sight is surely wild, with Mark and Jaemin walking on top of the water. Mark bends in an unconventional way slowly starts sinking with every dancing step he takes forward.

Donghyuck is pushed again into the water- snapping him out of his horror of watching his friend sink- he turns back now seeing the rest of the boys nuts and rushing while dancing in a haunting yet mesmerizing ballad way into the water. Donghyuck can see there’s a form of struggle to their controlled expressions and he doesn’t know what he’s looking at. While Jaemin is head over heels looking like he’s found the love of his life, in just a spilt second, his head shakes and he frantically yells looking shaken with fear. Just like Jaemin, Jeno, the most resistant out of the whole group stops every once in a while getting control of his body before he’s being drawn in such a painful way that he’s back arches in a snap.

Donghyuck can only tie their unorthodoxed dancing to you. Getting a look at you- he stumbles back watching you ushering the boys in hypnotic ballet moves. You’re pulling your arms, standing on your tippy toes enticing them with your nude yet covered glittering body. Your hips rolling around like crazy. Donghyuck, in pure horror stricken notices how the boys rapidly sink while getting closer to you.

Your performance making them dance in a controlled manner sets your heart ablaze in lust, loving the energy of fear wreaking out of them. You dance hard, desire and cravings latching out of you and into them.

All their bodies are half in the water - and half out still struggling.

However, you’re alert when your tunes don’t seem to entice one of them. You can’t seem to get a grip of him, no matter how high you set your voice frequency. And by now, it's the highest. He looks feared by you, you like that, but he isn’t dancing or bending to your will, you don't like that. His eyes go from you to one of the boys and you screech in anger at the boy he’s looking at.

Mark feels his bones cracking the most, but so eluded by the enchantment he can’t react but allow his pain to drown. He’s fighting with the water, wanting a chance to survive, but when he loses his grip on the top of the water- his body falls in the water and he struggles to get out. His arms wave and wag in haste- but with you dipping your head in the water to send out one last scream of outrage. Mark’s ears bleed and he swallows the water through his nose and mouth choking and gagging with the water in his throat- dying and hearing your voice.

It’s been a while since Donghyuck had shouted- however this time from the pits of his stomach an unruly cry riots from his lungs. He can’t hear his own voice, but he feels the vibration of his tonsils. “MEL!” His limb and lame mouth scorns out in horror, ‘Mel’ being the nickname he gave to Mark ever since they were little kids, the nickname that he only used whenever sign language couldn’t reach to Mark. As he couldn’t hear, he couldn’t hear how to pronounce Mark- thus his limb mouth would force out the syllables that he learnt of how to say ‘Mark’.

Not only Mark but there's nobody on the surface of the water. With the clear waters, Donghyuck can only see their desperate figures drowning and sinking below.

Your head peeks out the water and you stare intensely at the man. You screech out, but he doesn’t flinch. You cast your hands out in his direction but he merely moves. He falls back in the water crawling back with tears by his eyes. He tries to back up with every step you take forward.

Why isn’t he succumbing to your voice?

You get scared, and hold onto your throat. You let out a little lonely help. “Come to me,” You squeak in confusion. “Don’t leave me alone,”

You’re scared that your power is gone. Visibly, you’re scared that the man isn’t affected. Deep down you’ve always known yourself to be weak, that’s why you used your voice to drown all the men who’d take advantage of you. But yet, your voice, your siren voice stands no chance against him, a mortal man.

You yelp out, your eyes being watery as you step back calling out to him again. “Please come, I’m scared,”

You’re terrified that you’ll succumb to him, so running away, you do a back flip into the water yelling out and diving to the bottom of the waters, trying to feed yourself with the fresh meal of men, perhaps trying to get your power again.

Donghyuck in absolute shock and horror pants out when the little clouds that parted the skies seems to come back hiding the sun. The clouds hide and leave nothing but the grey skies. He’s so out of it, that nothing but him breathing is all that remains in the air.

His lips tremble as he tries to speak, but mumbles into the empty air is what fills his fear. He backs out of the water when seeing your head appear out of the water. Your eyes, a manifesting color of fear display a hint of what can only be described as anger as well as evil. It causes panic inside of Donghyuck and sharply he gets off his feet and is running for his life.

Running where? He doesn’t know. Running where? He can’t hear.

A whimper leaves his lips as he transpires, trying to get out the water- trying to get far away from the lake, far from the blood swimming around the pool of the people he once considered to be Mark’s friends. He’s weak when running endlessly and frantically around.

This isn’t real.

You sneak out of the water, your body slithering in a hypnotic way, soft and delicate, white hair clinging to your skin the more you submerge out of the waters. You’re so delicate and graceful when approaching the knocked out body on the ground. The knocked out body of the man who had been crying. You lay beside him, enclosing your body on his as you wrap your arms gently around him. You breathe him in, smiling and roaming your eyes all over his being.

He’s the one you’ve been waiting for. Placing your hand on his toned chest, running your hand slowly up his torso.

Night falls and you’re dancing doesn’t seize. In slow paced steps, ballet moves manifesting out of you. You protect him in your care, seeing him as someone worthy of your protection. Amongst all the other wanderers. He’s the first to have resisted your lonely cries of help. In serene joy, you rejoice upon feeling your heart being elevated. It’s almost as though you can feel yourself living. Your heart beats again when sensing movements from him.

You leap up in surprise when his grip claws onto your your anke keeping you from moving.

Donghyuck can’t fathom what’s reality anymore. Upon hitting himself face first into a tree, his reality spiraled into the abyss and he fell unconscious. But now, he’s confused upon coming back to his senses and comes face to face with your face. He’s got a tight hold on you, and when he’s up on his feet- he can’t help the growing anger in him when he screams out frightening you.

You’re about to make a run for it- but his shouts turn to tears and he sinks on the ground crying his heart out. You don’t know why he’s crying, but the sounds of his plea call out to you in the same way your voice calls out to lost men.

You fall with him to the ground, and bare his body in your hold. You whimper and pat at his head.

You killed Mark. You aren’t human. You killed Jaemin. You aren’t human. You killed all of them. You drowned them all. They all danced their way to the waters and drowned. You are the reason why he’s all alone in this night.

Is what goes on in Donghyuck’s head when he backs away from you in a lonely state of sadness. Watching you recoil, Donghyuck hugs his knees and cries out.

You stare at his arched figure. “Dance with me,”

You speak out. But he doesn’t move.

Tenderness and warmth is what Donghyuck feels when you hold onto the sides of his face. His eyes are in awe, but he doesn’t move only allows his eyes to hurl out the lost tears.

You get up on your feet, you align your body before him in his view. You sway your hips, side to side your body rolls erotically, your hands reaching out to the stars and you roam them carefully all over your body. Your eyes meet with his. He can see through your beautiful iris that your pupils dilate, he watches as the whites of your eyes turn dark.

Donghyuck can’t stop watching.

His eyes hypnotized by your dance.

He wants to reach out to you, to touch you, to kiss you.

Not knowing that you’re seducing him with just your dance, you pay him no mind when he crawls from the floor with his eyes intoxicated by lust.

It’s the same look Jaemin had when trying to resist you but failing. You pay the look no mind, as you’re just happy to have someone not be afraid of you. Of having someone not taking advantage of you.

Donghyuck, on his knees, wraps his arms around your waist breathing in your ethereal scent. Mark couldn’t make out what the smell was, but Donghyuck can.

You smell like home, and it makes him feel safe. Mark could smell it too. The only difference is that Mark smelt the scent of his mother. But he knew it wasn’t real as his mom passed years ago. This time, Donghyuck can smell the scent of being alive. And it feels like home. His ears are pierced in a way that he can almost hear sounds. He's frightened, but unlike his mind that's free and can move, his body is stuck in place. The fear crawling up his ears when he can suddenly... hear.

He can hear your voice. You're singing. But instead of your siren voice crushing him and rushing him to his death, his entranced and longs for the love you're showering him with.

It calms him. You're soft, and kind. Your gentle touch is reassuring him that even though he isn't dead, he is still with you. You take care of him. And you love him.

"What's your name?" You ask in a soft crystal quiet voice.

"H-hello," he says. He just spoke. He spoke and his voice came out.

Donghyuck doesn't know where he gets his voice from, but when he speaks it's as though the weight of being deaf for so long gets off his chest. “D-d-Donghyuck.” He can speak.... now. The sound of your voice, soft like a spring breeze at night, fills him with warmth when you say his name back. It's beautiful, and the sound is like music to him.

“Come with me,” You whisper as you look down at his handsome face. “Come with me to the lake,”

“You’ll kill me.” Donghyuck’s voice fades as his mind snaps out of the trance. You killed his friend. You killed Mark.

“I won’t kill you,” You shake your head. “You’re precious to me. You’re my precious.”

Your skin feels tingly and your heart skips every time his fingers graze your figure just as his lips don't miss an inch of your stomach. It’s a nice feeling and you wish more than anything for it to never end. You want Donghyuck to keep touching you.

You allow your hands to slide down his hair feeling his lips suddenly kiss the navel of your belly. You allow him to do as he pleases. You roll your head around loving his subtle touches on your body.

But then Donghyuck pulls back and looks up into your eyes that are clouded with longing. There’s a glint of something else, something dark and dangerous. When you arch your back to meet his face...

He's not even thinking- and he's under your full control as he tilts his head to the side and moans lowly. It drives you wild, but also satisfies your need for dominance. Although Donghyuck isn't in control of his body, his mind tries to snap him out of the trance you've placed upon him.

Your hand cups his face, thumb caressing the curve of his cheek. You lean forward and meet him halfway, lips pressing together. A groan leaves his mouth and a low moan erupts from yours. You tilt your head and suck lightly on his bottom lip making him pull harder. He breaks away first, panting slightly before doing it again.

It's been a while since you've last kissed someone- anyone. So to have him on his knees with your lips on him, you can't help but sink over his lap and straddle him as you go on. The feeling of his skin against yours made you moan into his mouth. He tastes like a mix of salt and mint.

He needs to get out of here. He needs to go now. But how?

It's tough to escape. He's not in control of his body, but he is aware of his clogged senses. He tries to break free- and every time he gives into what you want, he gains a part of control over his body again. From the way you’re kissing him, he figures that you want to have company. He can only imagine how lonely you've been...

Snapping out of it, Donghyuck pulls his hand away from your form when a cut gets into him. He looks into his red palm noticing all the pieces of glitter and diamonds all on his hands. He glances up once at you... You seem to be excited as you do a little dance... Ballet style.

With reluctant legs Donghyuck moves close to you placing his hand on your side, stopping you from dancing. Wanting to touch you. You jump, but it’s so enticing to him when he pulls out a diamond dime from your skin. You giggle and flow with your easy moves around his body. He takes his time tracing every inch of your skin. His fingers glide over yours and your face as if trying to memorize the feel of it. You giggle more at how much he seems to notice your body... Little do you know he's fascinated that your body is really made out of diamonds and jewels. Your lips curl in pleasure.

Donghyuck’s ears are all so new to the sound, yet when you depart further from him, still continuing to dance... his ears get blocked and the sound of life fades from his ears. When you’re not there, he can’t hear.

His body trembles. He wants to hear. He wants to hear the forest and your voice. He wants to hear. And he misses the feel of hearing when the numbness of nothing plays in his ears. So he follows you. Hoping to hear again.

You dive straight into the water, causing the shimmering glitters of your body to illuminate in the water. Without thinking, Donghyuck also dives in.

You swim and swim. Donghyuck follows with his mediocrity swimming.

But unlike his non siren body, he’s unable to swim for a long time. None the less, he’s drenched in water when he seeks to get out the water. He holds onto a rock and climbs out of the water. He’s surprised that you've somehow led him to a cliff waterfall....when seeing that you’re now going up a water fall his eyes are open wide. He can't keep up with you. He looks to the bricked and stony pattern on the wall that also goes up the waterfall.

He resorts to trying to climb it, trying to follow you.

He can’t hear the sounds of the water anymore and it scares him.

The silence which he has feared for so long has returned. Not liking the silence he makes it his mission to follow you.

However when he gets to the top of the water fall edge, he's out of breathe, his senses shoot into him. Was he being controlled to follow you up the mountain or did he follow you himself? Whatever the answer is, he doesn’t care as he sees you sitting on the edge of the water fall.

“Jump in with me,”

He can’t hear you, but he sees your lips moving and he desires to hear again. So he follows you, but at the rate of trying to get his foot on the water, it’s slippery and almost sweeps his feet away into the waterfall. He’ll die if he follows you. So he shakes his head and signals with his hand for you to come to the bricked edge of where he is.

Obediently, you dive in the water and swim to him. Once you’re out the water and parched on the rock with him, you dive in straight for his lips and kiss him in pure happiness and bliss. His hands find their way to your face as he kisses back just as intensely and he feels like he could do this all night-

And just for a split second- he hears his thoughts shouting at him. 'You're under a spell! Don’t let her kill you the way she killed Mark!'

But too deep in the trance to care, he continues kissing you. The spell is breaking though, as his mind snaps back into focus as soon as he realizes that he's not feeling himself or his senses. He's desiring something that wasn't his in the first place.

He's never been able to hear, and he doesn't want to be tricked into hearing- otherwise you'll kill him. Besides it looks already like you're trying to kill him.

With your subtle hints for him to jump or get in the water with you- Donghyuck is no fool. He pulls away from you with a pained expression when your glittering diamond lips cut his own lip a little. You blink at him in confusion before he starts hyperventilating.

He needs to get out of here.

With his friends all dead, he needs to find a way out of this water, away from you. Away from his own thoughts. And he needs to hide. He doesn't know where he'd go, but as long as it's away from this cursed lake then he needed to go.

His thoughts twist for the worse when he realizes that the only way to escape from you...is to hurt you in order to give him time to escape.

Donghyuck tries to feel no remorse when he has a fatal idea in his head.

It only takes a second, but when he head buds your head- a rapid punch from him knocks you unconscious. He stumbles back, but shivers upon your unconscious body landing on him.

He doesn’t know what comes over him, but a feeling of greed enters him. A feeling of anger and hurt enter him. His hands aren’t soft at all when he grips onto your jewelled scales and begins to pull your riches off of your diamond skin. He can’t stop pulling, he can’t stop cutting the diamonds off your body. You don’t deserve this, but you do. Your blood is spilled on Donghyuck’s hands. You’ve tainted him. But he could care less. You've just killed his best friend and were trying to kill him.

He needs to escape.

Whenever he tosses out the pearls and beautiful ornaments off your body, he flushes them down in his own leather jacket pocket watching your body bleed out. He continues to rampage your body of all the jewels and dimes hoping that even if he does get off this creepy forest and perhaps makes it to the car... But he doesn't have the keys.... Maybe he could even find a way to order a cab or even transfer all the jewels for money. He lived with Mark and Mark was the sole provider for all his needs- how would he pay for things if he had nothing on him?

So he doesn't stop pulling the dimes of your body.

It’s not until all his pockets are full does he get up. And from the edge of the dark waterfall, with a bitter heart when thinking that you killed Mark, he pushes you off the edge and watches your body fall from high before it bloodily flows with the river water and sinks in.

The sight of your sinking body reminds him of Mark drowning in agony by your tunes.

Donghyuck begins his journey in trying to get out the water. Trying to find his way back. If he can at least get to the car that was abandoned for this trip, he knows he can get home and explain what he has just seen.

Nearly falling off the edge a couple of times, he manages to stay alive and hold carefully onto the trees for support.

He starts running. Running through the narrow path of trees, running through the heavy and rash bush. Surely Renjun wasn’t keeping to the map anymore, because there’s no trail here. Donghyuck doesn’t stop, but continues running. His heart beating fast.

“Why?”

He stops abruptly when he hears a light wail. He’s heart freezes when holding onto his ear. He turns his head around frantically like a mad man when the sounds of fireflies are heard bouncing into his ears.

His ears don’t sound blocked anymore.

He runs up the slope, trying not to get distracted by the odd cries he can suddenly hear. He runs in speed now, trying to get away from your voice. He knows it’s you because the same way he felt as though he was watched, he can feel it again, but this time he can smell you too. Remembering the path when seeing the cigarette bud that Mark was smoking- he thanks the heaven that he got a chance to escape.

However, he panics when he looks back and hears another wail.

It sounds close this time.

“Donghyuck why?” You cry out.

He can feel himself being lured as images flash in his head of your body, rejected and abandoned.

"Why don't you want to dance with me?"

Donghyuck isn’t aware of his body being pulled and dancing through the forest, nor does he sense his vision blacking out from time to time. But when he does sense that something is controlling him- he pulls his head back and slaps himself- breathing in fear. He shakes his head when looking around the dark forest.

No.

He’s back.

"Donghyuck why don't you want to stay with me?"

His ears pick up on the disturbing sounds again. Sounds of crying and he shakes his head trying to escape. But in escaping, he doesn’t get far.

"It's lonely down here."

To his surprise, he finds himself back where he ran away from.

The lake.

"Just stay with me."

Watching as his body leads him closer to the waters, he makes out your hunched bloody form, standing on the water. Although it’s dark, you stretch your arm out in sadness as a tear slips from your eye.

“Donghyuck~”

You whelp out and Donghyuck plunges into the water but screams out in agony. ”No!”

“How could you?” You cry out and a loud screech pours out of you. Donghyuck dives back in the water after attempting to escape again. With the forces of nature hearing your cry, they trap Donghyuck and feed into his ears your cry. “Come.”

You scream out in agony. Your heart letting out a broken and devastated cry.

As you allow your fingers to pull on him like a puppet- your heart breaks at the thought of drowning him. You don’t want to kill him, you’ve just met him and think you’ve fallen in love... you don’t want to hurt him. But you want to hurt him.

You want him to stay with you. "Come to me,"

So instead of killing him, you just make him dance.

He falls into the water again after attempting to escape. He blindly follows and scratches his ears in pain his throat hoarse from all the yelling. He can’t even see you anymore, as he gets dizzy when his arms frantically move up in controlled movements.

Your pain is seething out of you as you yell again and Donghyuck can’t take the bursting excruciating sounds of his ears popping by a high volume screech. Your dark ocean eyes feed into your pain as you control him and watch him dance to your tune. You can feel it. That his death should be more painful and bitter compared to the rest.

The problem is, it hurts your heart to watch him hurt. He’s your first love. The first man to not succumb to your voice. With that thought in mind, you grow angry and reach your hands out to him balling your fists and allowing his body to stay afloat on the water and not drown just yet.

You still want to see his face. You still want to see him.

Even though it’s hurting you and you’re crying, you can’t help but still make him dance.

“Come to me Donghyuck,” You speak. Despite his body sinking into the menacing waters you keep him up trying not to drown him yet.

You want him to suffer. Suffer for hurting you. But at the same time, you don’t want him to suffer.

After all, he had a choice.

He just chose the wrong one.

You fall to your knees above the water, having your way with him.

Donghyuck in an intense amount of pain watches the tears pour out from your bloody scarred face, your long white hair being drenched and coated in your blood where it was once beautiful. When Donghyuck makes out your sad face, you look broken and hurt.

Unlike the rest of your prey drowning instantly after hearing the sounds of your voice, you make Donghyuck die slowly. You don’t want him to die. You just wished he listened to your voice and stayed with you, and danced with you.

As he’s sinking and forced to drink and inhale the noise piercing water- he gags out- coming face to face with your deranged bloody form crying out to him. The sounds of your cry are worse then the sounds of your scream, as Donghyuck feels ounces of guilt flooding in him.

The moment you let out another weep of misery, Donghyuck stills and allows you to toy him in a brutal way. Your hands having full control with his body. He doesn’t fight you anymore, he doesn’t resist his fate, he blindly obeys and submerges himself into the depths of the ocean.

He was going to die anyway- so there was no use trying to fight.

You plop your head in the water screaming out and bursting at his ears until you’re sure that he’s dead, but he’s not dying yet (because you don’t want him to).

"Donghyuck."

Your teary eyes watch him sink slowly, with his arms out. He’s still swallowing the water and it hurts him so badly. He doesn’t know why he’s not dying, but he does know that the look you’re looking at him with is breaking your heart.

As a last way to repent he signs out.

I'm sorry

Maybe it was because of the misunderstanding, but Donghyuck knew that you wanted to stay with him and that you were lonely being alone. He understood it because it’s what he felt all the days of his life. No one to talk to, and the one he wants to talk to has friends. So Donghyuck can feel your pain, but at the same time, he knows that he didn’t belong with you. He didn’t feel attached to you, but he felt attached to your pain.

When your eyes are on his hands, you see them move in a pattern of the way he talks, but in anger you reject his apology and yell from the bottom of your heart bursting off his ears with your most deadliest of tunes.

His eyes shut, and once his body dims and disappears at the bottom of the water, you cry while sitting alone. He's dead. And it is because of you. The world would have been better if you just died instead of having to watch those you love die. You don't even deserve to live anymore, but you're cursed and there's nothing you can do. You think, as tears stream down your face.

From above the waters, you can feel that you're being watched. Watched from everyone you've killed.

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Hello! I saw that your requests are opened. Can you please write something or a smut with Doyoung siren? It sounds so incredible in the beginning of golden age 🤯

hi! I know this is SOO late but I'm still getting used to this whole request thing...hopefully will be much better at it next year :) anyway, I think it's probably different to what you envisioned but it does involve siren Doyoung so :D

the girl of the Surface

I leant over to kiss Doyoung on the cheek. Sure enough, the skin on his face felt wet against my lips, and he tasted like salt. When I pulled away, his cheeks were flushed deep orange.

“May I see you again, Doyoung.” I walked away after that, not knowing this was the start of an endless story, a loop, if you will.

pairing: siren!doyoung x fem!reader

other members: the 127 members :)

word count: 3k

genre: low fantasy, smut

warnings: sexual content so minors please dni! yes the sexual content is between sirens and humans so if that makes you uncomfy then don't read, penetrative sex, riding, kissing, fingering, profanity (use of the f word mainly)

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. I'm also not a siren expert so feel free to educate me kindly if I'm wrong about certain things - I did do some research for this but there's obviously a lot out there on stuff like this

a/n: honestly i'm a bit iffy about the quality of this - I feel like it's not my best writing but I'm still eager to get this out bc I feel like it's intriguing at the least. I feel like subconsciously I adapt my writing style to suit whoever I'm reading rn - and rn I'm reading the starless sea so I tried to be more whimsical - but reading back on this I don't think I can pull off this style like queen erin morgenstern can so...anyway it's a work in progress :D also completely forget about golden age oops

also let's just say the jungwoo alien fic walked so this one could run lmao

Every day, Doyoung sneaked away to meet the girl of the Surface.

That’s what everyone else called her, like she owned the place. Nobody knew her name, voice, what she wore or even what she carried. The outlines of her face and body were always blurry, just out of focus.

He wasn’t supposed to go see her. Not on the first day, and definitely not on the days after that.

Doyoung mainly spent most of his days cooped up in his bedroom, nose buried in the pages of a book, words swimming around in his head at all hours of the day. While his siblings rushed here and there, tails flapping and knocking knick-knacks off the makeshift shelves he had built, gossiping about the latest happenings at the market, he travelled the world in his head. Not just the one below, but above the Surface.

Many nights were spent awake, wondering, what is so bad about the Surface?

One night, way before he had ventured above and first laid eyes on her, excited shouts had awoken him from a floaty slumber, and he swam out of his house to find the body of a human male falling through the water, his white shirt billowing out of his body, one shoe coming off his feet, threatening to be lost in the depths of the water.

His brother, Jaehyun, nudged him. “Hey.”

He nodded, acknowledging his presence, but his eyes never left that shoe, not until it fell off completely and started to float away. At the same time, he watched the water around the body stain red, spreading quickly like he imagined paint would on canvas. Above the Surface, of course.

“You think this is how it is above the Surface?”

“Like what?” His brother was eating already. Not the human – well, not yet, anyway.

“Do they also feed on-“

“Hey! Doyoung! Get over here. We need more sirens.”

∞

The day after that, Doyoung and Jaehyun were initiated and sent up for the very first time.

“Hyung, how are you moving so easily with these things?” Jaehyun rubbed his sides in annoyance, wincing when his fingers met the quickly hardening ridges of fins. “I can’t believe I’m going to have this for the rest of my life.”

Doyoung was quiet, the swish-swish of his body travelling upwards, closer towards the Surface. His thoughts were flooded, the voices of the other sirens refusing to settle in his brain. Do not rise above the Surface.

But the people in the books, with their dances and songs – different to the ones he knew. Songs that inspired, that brought peace, that declared love.

Not songs that represented betrayal, violent ends for the ones who dared to stop and listen.

Would he be able to hear those songs?

“It’ll be fun. You know,” He caught up to Doyoung now, arms brushing as they swam in sync. “the others said you can have fun with them before the song ends.”

Doyoung looked at his younger brother, whose eyes were glinting with something akin to pride, or mischief. “What kind of fun?”

Jaehyun smiled at him. “Remember that time Johnny-hyung made that huge thing crash, and it had hundreds of humans on it? Well, he said he had a lot of fun that day.”

“It’s called a ship.” Doyoung looked ahead as the water began to lighten, signalling their arrival. “Those huge things are ships.”

“Okay…” He trailed off, frowning slightly before getting distracted by his new fins again, now fully hard and sharp enough to cut the skin of his hands if he pressed down too hard. “Anyway, we can always hope for people on the shore too. In fact, they say there’s a human who lives on the shore of the land nearby.”

“What land?” Doyoung watched the rays of the light source above, the sun as the humans called it, let beams of light strike through the water. They moved on their own accord, freely, like how he pictured the legs of the dancers as they moved to music above the Surface.

“Hyung it’s called an island, actually.” Jaehyun smirked, teasingly flicking his tail against Doyoung. The pressure of the fins in his sides started to push into his chest, making him feel a little lightheaded. A human…on an island? Above the Surface?

“Yeah, well, it’s kind of a legend. Like, legend has it she exists, but she never responds to a siren’s call.”

Something turned in Doyoung’s stomach. “She doesn’t…” he whispered, looking down, thoughts plaguing him.

“Yeah. They tried everything, but…not a single time did she even step closer, or indicate she was affected by the call. Hyung, they even,” Jaehyun grabbed Doyoung’s arm, letting his body float around to face him. “rose above the Surface. A siren-hyung was desperate. And then-“

“And then what?”

“He was never seen again.” For a moment it was silent, Jaehyun’s eyes staring unblinking into his own. Then, his torso erupted in fits of laughter, the fins in his sides uncomfortably moulded to his shaking body. “I can’t believe you fell for that, Hyung.” Doyoung sighed, shrugging off the arms of his younger brother. Above him, the sun burned ferociously, the water lining the edge of the Surface getting lighter.

∞

I had no idea I would meet Doyoung that day at the shore.

I was expecting a stretch of time with nothing to keep me company but the sounds of the rushing waves and the mess of my own thoughts. But alas, the figure became clearer as I walked barefoot across the sands.

Stopping in my tracks, wanting desperately to have some sort of weapon handy instead of a hefty book (though, a book could easily become a weapon if you try hard enough), I called out, chest feeling tight all of a sudden. “Who are you?”

The man was naked excepting the wrap of brown fabric around his hips, and my eyes ran across the weird lines on the sides of his toned chest. He was completely dry.

He didn’t move, and, I couldn’t see his face yet, so it was a surprise to hear his voice for the first time. Not only because I didn’t expect him to speak, but because his voice came as a deep, sonorous sound right into my ears, as if I had earbuds in and had just hit play.

“My name is Doyoung. I’m a siren.”

I should have turned away immediately, ignored him, or even stayed in place, waiting for him to leave. But instead, I did the worst thing you could ever do in such a situation.

In storybooks, sirens use songs that capture you, much like a physical trap, until you’re so far deep you fail to comprehend what you got yourself into. Yet, Doyoung was silent after he finished speaking, after admitting the sin of his existence.

“Are you serious?” The feeling of his chest was rubbery and wet underneath my fingers, despite him looking completely dry. “How is this-“

“Why did you come to me?”

I looked up at his face. He was handsome, but not in the mysterious way that you would expect a mythical creature. Redness and scars peppered across his skin, eyes furrowed in human-like confusion, legs as long as sundown stretched for on this island. His hair was messy, lips tinted red, parted slightly as if he was really breathing. My hands ached to touch his face, but I held back, not wanting to fondle this random…male specimen I had literally just met any longer.

“You’re the girl of the Surface. Like in the stories.”

You squinted, the sun beating down mercilessly between your bare shoulder blades. Getting nervous ay once under his intense gaze, I toyed with the shell necklace around my neck, averting his gaze. “Um, thanks, I guess. But I’m just, well, I’m _.”

“Legend has it siren calls don’t work on you.” Doyoung kept speaking like a narrator in an old timey film, stating facts rather than working to keep a real conversation going. “You look really blurry all the time, but you seem to take on the form of a human female. A young adult one. In all the decades you’ve been here, no one has been able to take you to the seas. You’re an enigma. No one can figure you out.”

I paused, my brain refusing to accept any of this information, but my heart warmed with something gentle and forgiving. I leant over to kiss Doyoung on the cheek. Sure enough, the skin on his face felt wet against my lips, and he tasted like salt. When I pulled away, his cheeks were flushed deep orange.

“May I see you again, Doyoung.” I walked away after that, not knowing this was the start of an endless story, a loop, if you will.

∞

Days and days and days later, I lay down on the sand with Doyoung for the first time.

He lay on top of me, and I hooked one arm around his neck, pulling his face near mine so he could kiss me. He did not. Instead, he rocked his hips against mine, and I felt his hard-on against my clothed core, making me whine. Pieces of sand travelled through strands of my hair, settling on my scalp.

Was this wrong?

He sank his teeth into my teeth, making me shake under him. Iron grip around my wrist and arm, he sucked and nipped the skin of my neck, and I cried out in pleasure. “Oh my god, don’t stop, p-please.” He groaned, his nose nestled into the crook of my neck. Letting go of one of my hands, he brought one between my legs, both of us working together to shrug off my bikini bottoms. Fingers nestled inside me all in one go with no warning, I felt the length of his fingers push against my sensitive walls. I bucked my hips upwards, involuntarily letting him travel knuckle deep inside me. When I climaxed, I dug my teeth into the salty skin of his neck. His eyes were closed the entire time.

“Is this wrong?” Ironically, even as he paused, his hard-on pressed urgently against me, as if answering for me. I shook my head, wanting to feel him inside me, wanting no more than to let my mind and body turn into jelly, to be overwhelmed by sensations akin to ones that made my world shake. I kissed him deeply, fingers digging into his scalp. Despite being so obviously turned on, and proceeding to fuck me at inhumane speeds for the next hour, Doyoung didn’t make a single noise the entire time after that.

∞

You couldn’t stop reading, even as the clock on your bedside shone angrily. Beside you, your husband groaned. “Babe.” One hand was slung messily across his eyes, the sheets revealing a slip of stomach and leg as he shuffled, half asleep. “You’re not reading your diary again, are you?”

“Doie, it’s just so cute. I love reading how we met. And what we did.” You brought your face closer to Doyoung’s, his eyes now sharper, even in the dim lights of your shared bedroom. You made sure the moonlight hit the curve of your hips and ass as you moved to kneel next to him. From his lips to the skin of his face and torso, you watched his body breathe sleepily. So beautiful, you thought.

It had been five years since that day he had crawled out of the water and met you.

Now you were, as Doyoung would say, living life above the Surface, like commoners in a children’s story about witches or pirates. People who fell in love, got married, had babies, then lay to rest on Earth forever.

By some magic, Doyoung was no longer a siren.

But the thought that he might still be one, might still accidentally have trapped you all these years, haunt him.

As you felt Doyoung’s length fully sheath inside you, you frowned, moans spilling senselessly out of your mouth as you rode him. You knew him so well, physically, and emotionally. Leaning over, you kissed him over and over again, the sounds of your hips hitting his pelvis becoming louder as you tried to reach your high. “Shhh…baby…you’re perfect. ” A lone tear slid down his face as he stared into your eyes, as if they were endless voids and not the eyes of his beloved wife. He began to whimper, and the sound of him shaking as he came made you reach your high too, slumping over him as you heaved. “Fuck yes.” You noisily kissed him as your hips began to bounce again, making him throw his head back and moan loudly.

“H-how can this be real?” The ceiling was warping into swirls, and the air was getting hotter. The weight of your thighs that pressed against the sides of his hips were beginning to fade away, and he felt paralysed. Distant voices wafted into the room, as if a filter was suddenly being lifted. Someone shouting his name. He pressed his eyes closed, tight, his hips stuttering as he came down from his second high.

You were gone. But for some reason, he could still feel the smooth surface of the shell that hung from your neck tickle against his neck, as if you were still there on top of him.

“HYUNG!”

His eyes snapped open. He felt a rush of air. Someone sighing, their blurry figure materialising as he came to. “Fuck, you scared us!”

The sun bore down on his face, and Doyoung felt his skin burning under its unforgiving rays. Despite the ache that yelled angrily through his entire body, he sat up, now faced with the rest of his members. Taeyong squatted next to him, holding a cold waterbottle, droplets riding down the outside surface. “Here. Drink this.”

Johnny’s broad figure towered above him, still hazy, but as his face got closer, his voice became clearer. “Where did she go?”

Doyoung frowned, and Johnny matched his expression. Everyone was silent, Doyoung shakily responding. “What are you talking about?” Taeyong tapped him, bringing the bottle closer to his lips.

As the ice-cold liquid rushed down to his stomach, Doyoung was awash with a new sense of clarity. He physically shuddered, as hidden memories of the past five years came to light. His face dropped, his eyes filled with horror. “W-where is she? The girl?”

“As I said, she left after she saw me. It was strange…” Johnny paused, and then pressed his lips together, looking down. The others were silent, and Doyoung whipped his head to all of them. They were all holding back. “What is it?”

Taeyong rested one hand on Doyoung’s bare shoulder, making him flinch. Nodding apologetically, he continued. “She looked vastly different to all of us.”

Jaehyun scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I’m sure this is all an elaborate prank, Hyung. This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Hyung.” The maknae spoke, looking genuinely scared. Yuta patted him gently, as if silently agreeing with his next words. “Jaehyun-hyung saw Taeyong-hyung.”

“I wasn’t there, I swear.” Taeyong lifted both his hands up, his eyes watery and confused. “I swear to you guys.”

“Well, I saw Sarah. From my high school.”

“The girl that you lo-“ Doyoung stopped. Icicles formed in his stomach, the realisation making him sick. “Oh my god.”

“I saw Lavender, Doyoung.” He didn’t need that confirmation, but Taeyong’s voice was shaky now. “I saw her, clear as day. But…there was something off about her. I know this sounds crazy, but, she…she didn’t seem like herself.”

“But…whoever we saw,” Jaehyun still seemed skeptical, side-eyeing Johnny. “They all ran away after the first glance.”

Taeyong’s face was reddened by the harsh sun as Doyoung sat frozen in shock.

“Did she – or he – leave anything behind?”

As the words left his mouth, Doyoung’s hands were already inside the pocket of his pants. He let his fingers run over the shell in his pocket as the rest of the boys muttered their answers.

The words were becoming background noise, his thoughts all-encompassing, consuming him like water on a cold swim. He stood up, much to the surprise of the others. “I’m fine, guys. Meet you at the car? I’ll just be a few minutes.”

He would’ve found another way, even if his members hadn’t reluctantly left him that day at the beach. After all, you had left the necklace in his pocket for a reason. You loved him. You weren’t tricking him. You let him live because you loved him.

“Welcome home, baby.”

Right?

∞

To you, the stories had always fascinated you. The people of the Surface, with their friendly songs and parties, and stupid, blind trust in things that looked like them.

Especially things that looked like desirable women.

It quickly became your life’s mission to have as many as you could, not to share, never…to share. No, this was all for yourself. Nobody else got the Surface like you did. Nobody could scan and hunt on dry land like you did. You were always one step ahead, always planning your next move. In fact, the cute little maknae on the beach today was next on your radar.

But Doyoung…Doyoung was so much fun.

And what is it that they always said?

Oh right.

You’re allowed to have a little bit of fun…until the song ends, of course.

The song was almost over for Doyoung. Despite everything, you were starting to feel…bad, something you had read about in human books. Guilt. You wanted to give him a chance, a chance to walk away, because he honestly seemed like a good human. But obviously, he liked you too much to forget so easily.

You forgot that humans could be naïve like that.

At least you tried. Now, as the sun set on the horizon, it was almost time to head home. You were quickly getting bored, and tired of singing for the day.

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