#need more demon hyunjae

[chaniiverse]

No thoughts just demon hyunjae who’s hella hot 👹

sins of the flesh

younghoon x fem!reader x demon!hyunjae

summary: how could you possibly say no when the sweet, sweet reverend asks for your help with a holy ritual?

wc: 5.2k

tags: smut (mdni), manipulation, could be read as dubcon, religious themes, purity/corruption themes, voyeurism, teasing, praise kink, pet names, oral (f receiving), kissing, overstimulation, after care, a lot of plot for sth that was supposed to be pwp, warnings: blood, consumption of dubious liquids, uuuuh demon tongue? 🫣

a/n: forgive me father for this fic is just one big sin 😔🙏🏻 (that ends on a surprisingly soft note) anyway--happy halloween

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“It’s really lucky that I ran into you,” Younghoon said as he unlocked the heavy doors of the church to let the both of you inside. “You’re really my savior today.”

“Oh, no, of course, Reverend,” you stumbled over your own words, feeling way too nervous about being alone with him. You knew your little crush on him was pointless, after all he was the pastor of the local church and no matter how charming and sweet he was, he would always be off limits. He was upright and virtuous, and you felt guilty for the way you desired him, as if just your thoughts of him were already tainting his purity. Still, you couldn’t stop the way your heart was fluttering now that it was just the two of you at this late hour.

He held the door open for you and you followed inside, the church looking scary and looming after dark without any candles to light it up. Younghoon, attentive as he was, seemed to notice your uneasiness. “Just a second,” he reassured with those gentle eyes you loved so much. He reached for an oil lamp and lit it up, the flickering light illuminating your surroundings.

“So, uh,” you started, your voice giving away your nerves, “what did you need my help with again?”

“I’ll explain in a bit. Let’s go to the crypt first.” He started walking towards the stairs that led down into the cellar vaults where you knew the crypt was. You’d never been down there though, and you didn’t think you should be—not just anyone was allowed to set foot into the holy halls beneath the church. But if Younghoon was the one to invite you, it was surely okay, wasn’t it?

“Really,” he said on your descent, “I’m so grateful you’re willing to help out. You’re the perfect person for this, I couldn’t have asked anyone else.”

You felt your cheeks flush with heat. “I’m always glad to be of  help to you, Reverend. And uhm—” you hesitated for a moment, unsure if you were being too bold, but then you decided to say it anyway, “if anything comes up again you can always ask me.”

He briefly turned around to bless you with a smile so wide it made little creases form in the corners of his eyes. “That makes me really happy to hear. I will remember it,” he said as he took the last few steps down. It was darker here, not even the dim light of the moon coming in through the windows. Only the flicker of Younghoon’s oil lamp brought some light into the darkness, but it didn’t help to make the place less scary. A gate made of black iron bars waited at the end of the stairway, keeping unwanted guests out of the crypt. Younghoon fumbled with some keys before he found the right one, unlocking the gate and pushing it open with an uncomfortable creaking noise.

“After you.” He motioned for you to go in first and you did as you were told, even if you’d feel a lot more comfortable following behind him, his tall, broad back in front of you giving you a sense of security. Still, you stumbled inside and towards the altar your eyes could make out through the darkness.

“Don’t be scared,” he said as if he’d read your mind, “what place could be safer than this?”

“Of course, Reverend, you’re right,” you were quick to agree, worried that your guardedness was perhaps offensive to him.

“You know,” he said from right behind you, his voice sounding closer than expected. “You can call me by my name when it’s just the two of us."

Your heart was racing in your chest so quickly, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d heard it. “O-okay.”

“Hmm?”

“Younghoon,” you croaked.

He hummed contentedly. “Good.” You thought you felt his hands ghosting over your back before they came to rest on your shoulders, gently pushing you further towards the altar, past a few rows of stone benches in front of it. He only let go when you’d almost reached it, stepping past you to light the candles framing it. You could make out more of the surroundings now and it only made you more confused about the kind of help Younghoon was hoping to get from you. Despite your studies, you didn’t know enough about religion to recognize the symbols that were painted onto the floor surrounding the altar, nor did you recognize the ornament that stood in the middle of the altar where you’d usually find the cross. But even a rookie like you could tell that all of this belonged to some kind of intricate ritual. 

“Are you sure I’m the right person to help you?” 

“Very sure,” Younghoon turned around from where he’d lit the last candle at the edge of the altar. “In fact, there’s no one better than you for this.”

“So what exactly is this?”

“It’s a cleansing ritual,” he explained. “You know, with everyone confessing their sins within the walls of this church, the bad aura will accumulate if nothing is done about it. So, from time to time it needs to be purified with a little ceremony.”

You’d never heard of anything like that, but it made sense to you. Still—“I don’t know much about ceremonies though.”

“What matters isn’t knowledge, y/n, it’s the purity of your soul.” He came a little closer giving you a reassuring smile. “You have a pure soul, don’t you?”

You nodded, ignoring the little voice in the back of your mind that wanted to remind you of all the impure feelings of affection you harbored for the man in front of you. 

“See? Then it’s all good.” 

He asked you to change into a white gown, showing you to a small chamber so you’d have some privacy. It wasn’t unusual to have a dress code in religious contexts, and Younghoon too was wearing his neat black cassock (that suited him a little too well) so you weren’t thinking anything weird of this. You took off your clothes and left them on a small stool in the corner, neatly folded up, before slipping into the simple white dress. It was  almost reminiscent of the choir robes, but it was shorter than that, the fabric ending right above your knees. You felt exposed when you stepped back into the main vault, the stone floor cold beneath your naked feet, your black socks, too, left behind in the little chamber.

“It suits you,” Younghoon said when you approached him. “Just perfect.”

You didn’t know how to respond, your cheeks burning hot under his attention, so you quickly avoided his gaze. “So, what now?”

He smiled. “Come here.”

As instructed you walked over, careful not to step onto any of the intricate symbols painted on the floor because you weren’t sure if you should. Your gaze flickered to the cup, and more importantly, the small silver dagger that were sitting on the altar, making uneasiness bubble up in your stomach. But Younghoon reached out his hand, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and pulling your attention back to him. It felt too close, too intimate, but you knew you were reading too much into this. Younghoon wouldn’t have any such impure intentions.

“Are you nervous?” He asked.

You shrugged.

“Do you trust me?”

A small glance to the dagger, but then you quickly looked back at him. You knew he was a good person. “Yes.”

“Good.” Younghoon leaned in, his lips briefly brushing your forehead, like a small sign of blessing, before his hand reached for the cup. He closed his eyes and mumbled something in a language you couldn’t understand, Latin maybe, but you knew it must have been a prayer. You watched him, the way his lips moved around the words and the way his eyelids fluttered open once he was done. 

“Here,” he held out the cup for you to drink, and without questioning it you took a sip of the red liquid inside. Wine, you realized, except it tasted sweeter than any wine you’d ever had. Assuming it was enough, you wanted to draw back, but Younghoon kept the cup up against your lips, using his free hand on your jaw to coax you to keep drinking. “All of it.”

The sticky sweet liquid felt warm and heavy in your stomach, but you drank it all, until not a drop of it was left. Only then did he set aside the cup. His thumb brushed over your lower lip, gathering up the last bits of liquid before pushing it into your mouth. “Well done,” he praised and you felt tense under his  gaze, your body pulsing with a weird heat that you decided to blame on the alcohol. You only got pulled out of your trance when Younghoon reached for the silver dagger. You visibly flinched, a newfound rush of panic surging through your veins.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he assured, almost as if he was talking to a frightened kitten. “I wouldn’t do anything bad to you, you know that, don’t you?”

You nodded, but you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling intimidated.

“There’s no need to be scared, y/n. I promise. We just need a tiny bit of blood.”

“Blood?” you repeated, your voice hoarse.

“Just the tiniest drop. It’s not scary at all, and it will barely hurt, love.”

You ignored the way the pet name made your skin tingle, trying to focus on the important matters at hand instead. Slowly but surely, you were feeling like something was odd about all of this. But it seemed a little too late to back out now, and how could you when Younghoon was looking at you so sweetly? You bit your lower lip, your gaze flickering between him and the silver dagger. “It won’t hurt?”

“Just a little sting.”

“...okay.”

He leaned in to kiss your forehead once more, more of a praise than a blessing this time, before he took your left hand in his, drawing the silver blade over your palm in a swift motion. You let out a whimper at the sharp pain that surged through you, teary eyes fixed on the red dots gathering where the dagger had cut through your skin. Younghoon gently guided you to outstretch your arm above one of the more intricate circle designs on the floor, his hand around yours pushing your fingers into a tight fist that made you hiss in pain, your teeth digging into your lower lip to silence yourself. Blood started to gather in your wound, a drop of it rolling down your skin and falling onto the stone below. As soon as it hit the floor Younghoon let go, cupping your cheeks instead and wiping away your tears that had started spilling out.

“Don’t cry, it’s all okay, y/n,” he comforted. His lips grazed your cheeks, kissing away the last of your tears, and you leaned into the touch, closing your eyes and drowning yourself in his warmth.  “It’s already over," he whispered, the words ticklish against your skin.

“Already over?” a strange voice suddenly asked from behind you, making you jerk around in Younghoon’s embrace.

Right there, in front of the altar was now a tall figure eyeing you with a mischievous grin on his handsome face. “I don’t think so,” he continued as he came over to you. “How could it be over before I even arrived?”

“W-who…?” you rasped out, looking up helplessly at Younghoon.

“He’ll help with the ritual. He is a… friend of mine,” he explained but it didn’t feel entirely truthful. 

“Oh?” The other guy seemed amused, “Are we friends now?”

Younghoon huffed a laugh. “What would you call it then, Hyunjae?”

“Hmm. Partners?” Hyunjae stepped a little closer, as if he wasn’t already close enough. He tilted his head down to get on eye level with you, his pitch black eyes taking in every detail of your face, before his gaze wandered over your body down to your feet and back up again. “Though, I guess strictly speaking, my partner is this one?”

You frowned. “What does that mean?”

Hyunjae reached for your wounded hand and held it up to inspect it. He swiped up some of your blood with his index finger. “It means,” he said, bringing it up to his lips and licking the red liquid away, “that you called me here.” Your eyes were automatically drawn to the movement, following the way his tongue darted out before he savored the taste of your blood like it was something delicious.

“You’re scaring her,” Younghoon interfered, and he was right, you were scared, but there was also something else, a weird sense of heat building in your guts that you couldn’t quite explain.

“She doesn’t look that scared to me,” Hyunjae remarked with a satisfied glint in his eyes. “Do you?” 

You felt caught and ashamed, even more so since Younghoon was right there. Instead of answering his question you gave him a defiant glare. “What do you want?”

“Younghoon really didn’t explain anything, huh? I’m here to feed on all the delicious sins that he collected for me.”

“Feed on?” You didn’t understand what that was supposed to mean at all. “But only demons—” You didn’t dare to finish your sentence out loud, the thought of it too absurd to be put into words. You instinctively retreated further into Younghoon’s arms, whose hands on your shoulders made you feel a little more safe.

“Precisely,” Hyunjae grinned and his teeth suddenly looked a little too sharp to be human. 

“But this is a church.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised about all the things that happen in holy halls when the faithful church goers aren’t looking.”

Confused, you turned to the man behind you, “Younghoon, what—”

“It’s okay,” his hands rubbed little circles into your skin. “He’s not here to cause harm. He will leave once the sins have been taken care of.”

“Where are those sins?” you pressed out.

Hyunjae’s eyes seemed to darken with unabashed joy. “Well, where do you think they are?” He leaned in so close, you could feel his breath on your face as his thumb brushed over your lower lip, almost the same way Younghoon had done before. “Wasn’t that wine so sweet?”

Your eyes widened in shock and your hand instinctively came up to your throat, as if you could somehow undo it all, undrink the wine that had rolled down your tongue.

“No,” you whispered barely audible, the panic more present than ever. Had Younghoon lied to you? Were you nothing but a mere sacrifice? Would he just let you be devoured for the sake of the ceremony? “You promised,” you choked out, feeling a new wave of tears welling up in your eyes and spilling down your cheeks.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Hyunjae chuckled at your reaction, something akin to pity in his expression. His hand was still on your jaw, his thumb now coming up to wipe away your tears. The touch wasn’t as soft and gentle as Younghoon’s and you couldn’t bring yourself to feel comforted by it. “I won’t literally eat you, so don’t worry your pretty little head about it, hm? Just enjoy.”

With that he brushed his lips against yours, and you wanted to hate it, your precious first kiss taken like that, but it felt so good. Something about Hyunjae seemed to be electrifying, small sparks tingling beneath your skin at the touch of his lips. It made you want to forget the absurdity of the situation and give in to the pleasure of it all. His fingers moved to your waist, strong hands keeping you in place, as if you had any intention of running away. You closed your eyes to indulge the feeling, small sighs unconsciously escaping your lips. He used the chance to slip in his tongue, and it felt long and sharp and entirely inhuman. He completely devoured you while you could do nothing but pathetically moan into his mouth. But then Hyunjae suddenly pulled away, making you chase the kiss.

“What’s that grim face for?” You heard him ask. You opened your eyes in a confused trance, finding that he wasn’t looking at you but Younghoon instead. The realization that you’d eagerly parted your lips for someone else while the man you’d been harboring feelings for all this time had been right there behind you made your skin crawl with shame.

“Are you not enjoying the show? I’m sure I can draw out even more of those pretty little sounds,” Hyunjae continued, “or do you perhaps wish it was you instead? Feeling a little possessive after all?”

You felt the grip on your shoulders tighten. 

“Don’t pout,” Hyunjae pulled away from you, his hand reaching up to cup Younghoon’s jaw. “You can kiss her all you want later. But we can’t have you get affected by the sins, right? You knew this, when you chose her."

“I’m not pouting,” Younghoon mumbled.

Hyunjae huffed a laugh. “Mhm, sure.” He left a small peck on Younghoon’s nose, right on that pretty little freckle. You felt surprised about the gentle affection of it all and it made you feel jealous, though you weren’t sure whom exactly you were jealous of. Your fingers dug into the skin of Hyunjae’s arm that you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding onto all this time.

“Oh? Feeling left out?” Hyunjae turned his focus back to you with a grin. “Don’t worry, you haven’t been forgotten. We’ll take care of you real good.”

He kissed you again, lips devouring yours until you felt weak in the knees, Younghoon’s arms finding your hips to hold you up.

“Let’s move,” he whispered close to your ear, but you weren’t sure if he was talking to you, because Hyunjae was the one who replied, pulling away from your lips to give a quick approval. Before you could even register it, the demon had already picked you up, practically throwing you over his shoulder, leaving you to wonder where you were headed to. But it only took a few steps before you were welcomed by Younghoon’s arms, who pulled your back into his chest again, helping you get comfortable between his legs—as comfortable as it could get on the hard surface of the altar that you found yourself sitting on. 

“Is this better?” he asked, his arms around you comfortable and warm. You tilted your head to look at him, his face so impossibly close to your own. He looked at you with a tenderness that made your chest ache, and yet there was also that burning desire in his eyes. You wanted to kiss him.

When you started to lean in, you were suddenly stopped by a hand covering your lips though.

“You can’t,” Hyunjae tutted, hovering in your personal space again. He must have pulled himself up onto the altar too, while you’d been distracted. With a firm grip he turned your head back to face him. “You don’t want to put him into danger, do you?”

You shook your head as best as you could with his hand on your jaw.

“Then no kissing him. Not yet.”

“When?” You asked, feeling a little pouty. It just seemed so unfair.

“As soon as we’ve eaten up all those sweet little sins,” he explained with a grin.

“Eat them quickly then.” You closed your eyes and pushed out your jaw, readying yourself to be devoured by him all over again.

“Sure, let’s hurry it along, shall we?” His breath was fanning your lips when he chuckled, but instead of kissing you he pulled away. You flinched when you felt his hand travel up the insides of your legs and you instinctively pressed your knees together when he was about to reach your thighs.

“Oh?” Hyunjae tilted his head in surprise.

“Don’t do that, hm?” Younghoon whispered behind you, his hands traveling down your body to your thighs, gently urging them to open. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

Feeling unsure, you turned your head to glance back at him, legs still pressed together. You thought you wanted to say something, but with the way he was looking at you so sweetly, you forgot all about it.

“Hm?” he hummed, “Aren’t you?” 

You hesitated for a second longer, but then you relaxed in his hold, letting him push your legs apart. “Well done,” he whispered and the words made you tingle with a weird sense of pride. "Such a good girl indeed."

His hands gently caressed the skin on your thighs, leaving goose bumps in their wake. But then there was another pair of hands, their grip stronger, more fierce as they pushed your legs to open a little further.

“Not sure if I should be grateful or jealous that you listen to our Younghoon so well,” Hyunjae mumbled with a little shake of his head, before scooting down further.

“What are you doing?” You asked in a trembling voice.

“Eating,” Hyunjae replied easily, fingers pushing at your gown that had already ridden up quite a bit.

“It’s okay,” Younghoon soothed, taking over and pulling the white fabric all the way up to your chest, leaving you exposed to both him and the demon between your legs. “See,” he whispered, his hand moving to your lower stomach and your eyes automatically followed the movement, confused about the weird mark that had appeared on your skin, right above the hem of your underwear. “We have to get rid of this,” he explained. “Hyunjae will get rid of it for you, hm?”

You glanced at the demon and he briefly darted out his sharp tongue. “I’ll be sure to make it enjoyable for you, sweetheart.” The demon's hands found purchase on your hips as he leaned in close, tracing the weird mark on your lower stomach with his soft lips. The sensation made you feel ticklish and you tried to back away, but the hold on your hips was strong and Younghoon behind you didn't give you much room to back away anyway. 

"You're already this nervous? We haven't even started yet," Hyunjae said as his fingers hooked under your panties. Panic rose up in you as you felt the way he slowly started to drag the fabric down and your hands immediately flew to his arms, trying to push him away. "No, don't," you whimpered, feeling tears well up in your eyes for the nth time that night.

"Haven't we been over this?" Younghoon whispered into the crook of your neck, nibbing at the skin. His fingers reached for your wrists and pulled them close to your chest, holding them in place. "We need to let him do his job, hm?"

"But it's scary," you choked out, hands straining against his hold.

"It's not scary at all," Younghoon whispered.

"Promise?"

"Of course, love. I wouldn't lie to you." 

"Okay," you pressed out and you didn't resist this time when Hyunjae was slowly pulling your panties down your trembling legs.

"I won’t hurt you," the demon whispered as he pressed another kiss to the mark. "I'll make it feel so good." His lips moved a little lower, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake as he moved to your now exposed core. When you felt his breath fanning over your most private parts you wanted to close your legs again but as if he knew, Younghoon was giving your wrists a little squeeze and you kept them open.

"So obedient," Hyunjae commented with a grin and then suddenly you felt his tongue on you, licking over your clit and making you gasp out at the unfamiliar sensation. He didn't give you much time to get used to it though, starting to suck on your sensitive bud and making you shiver.

"See? It's not scary at all," Younghoon whispered into your ear.

"Feels weird," you whined, a strangled moan escaping your lips when you suddenly felt a finger prodding at your entrance.

"It's not weird at all," Younghoon pecked your cheek, "It feels good."

"Feels good," you repeated dumbly and the man behind you hummed  contently.

Hyunjae’s mouth kept assaulting your clit while his finger was quickly joined by a second one, the stretch making you squirm in Younghoon’s embrace. The strange heat that had been bubbling in your guts since before seemed to be building up to something more, something unfamiliar that you couldn’t place. Small noises escaped your throat and you desperately tried to keep quiet by pressing your lips together, but Younghoon wasn’t having any of that. He moved your wrists into one hand, softly coaxing your mouth open with the other.

“Let him hear you, love,” he mumbled as his thumb pushed into your mouth, “let him know how good he’s making you feel.”

Unable to keep yourself silenced with Younghoon’s thumb between your lips, you let out a wanton moan. Hyunjae groaned in response, the vibrations of it making you shiver.

“You sound so good,” he praised, removing his lips from your clit to look up at you with hungry eyes. You felt yourself clench around his fingers and it drew a small chuckle out of the demon. “You like that?” He asked almost sweetly, “Like being told how good you are for us?” The whine you let out in response was all the answer he needed.

“That’s so cute,” Younghoon whispered into your ears. Right then, Hyunjae pulled his fingers from your core, making you feel empty and cold until he replaced them with his warm tongue. It’d already felt different when he’d kissed you before, but this was on a whole new level. It was long and big as it moved inside of you, easily reaching places his fingers hadn’t even touched. The sensation was entirely too strong, but the moment you tried to close your legs, Hyunjae’s hands were back on your thighs, holding you open for him to devour.

“‘S too much,” you slurred, heart racing and eyes blurry.

“Just a bit more,” Younghoon left sweet little kisses on your neck that didn’t seem to match the intensity of Hyunjae’s tongue on you at all. “Doing so well.”

“I can’t” you shook your head, overwhelmed by the unbearable heat in your guts. “‘m scared.”

“There’s no need to be scared,” he assured, while Hyunjae kept on with his ministrations. “I’m right here, my love.”

“Too much,” you choked out again, but then it was as if the heat inside of you snapped, an overwhelming sensation washing over you and taking all coherency with it. You shook as Hyunjae kept going, prolonging the feeling until you were a whimpering mess, begging him to stop. He left a peck on your overly sensitive clit that drew another whine from you, before finally drawing back.

“You did so well,” Younghoon praised.”

“Did I?” you mumbled hazily, still dazed with the aftershocks. 

“Didn’t she?” He turned to the demon that was now hovering above you, his eyes glowing in a pretty gold color that drew you in. “So well,” he agreed before he leaned in to kiss you, the taste of your own release invading your senses. “And you’ll do well again, right?”

“Again?”

“Mhm,” Younghoon hummed close to your ear, his hand moving to thumb over the mark on your stomach that seemed to have gotten a little more faint but was far from gone, “Just a few more times. But it’s not scary at all, right?”

“‘s not scary” you agreed,“Feels good.”

“Good,” Hyunjae smiled, pecking your lips again in a way that almost felt sweet and way too affectionate for someone who is supposedly a creature from the underworld. But what did you know? It wasn’t anything for your fuzzy mind to contemplate over anyway, not with the way his lips trailed back down your body, making you shiver in anticipation of what you knew was to come.

Hyunjae pushed you over the edge again and again, making you feel so high on pleasure and adrenaline, you almost forgot the point of all this. All you knew was how good his tongue made you feel, and how warm Younghoon’s arms were around you.

“Can’t,” you babbled as you felt the familiar build up in your core yet another time, “‘m empty already.”

“Not quite,” Younghoon traced the faint remains of the mark on your stomach, “just one more, hm?”

“N-no,” you choked out, your fingers burying themselves in Hyunjae’s hair, without actually trying to push him away. His tongue was working you relentlessly and you felt like you were going to pass out if he kept going—but then it also felt so good. When he got the heat inside of you to snap one more time, the intensity of it had you seeing stars and you swore you left earth for a moment there. When you came back to your senses, both of them were littering you with soft pecks and praises.

“I knew you’d be perfect,” Younghoon whispered into your ear, “took it all so well.”

“‘S over?” you asked drowsily, and when he nodded you relaxed further into his embrace, letting your eyes fall shut and just bathing in the warmth and comfort they were showering you with. Your hands eventually found their way to the back of Hyunjae’s neck, fingers running through his hair.

“Wanna kiss you,” you mumbled thoughtlessly.

“Yeah?” He asked, leaning in until you felt his breath on your lips.

“Yeah.”

“Do it then,” he whispered and you didn’t hesitate to brush your lips against him. He reciprocated the kiss, slow and tender in a way you didn’t think demons should be capable of. You leaned into it, opening your mouth for him and letting him explore you slow like that.

“I like this,” you eventually mumbled into his mouth, before letting your head fall back against Younghoon’s shoulder. “Wanna kiss you, too.”

“You can.”

“I can?” The happy disbelief in your voice drew a chuckle from him. “Mhm,” he nuzzled your neck, “Hyunjae ate all the sins right up, so you can.”

You turned to look at him as good as you could, nose brushing against his due to the proximity. “And do you want to?” you asked carefully, gaze flickering between his eyes and the pretty, pretty lips you’d been dreaming about one too many times. Instead of a reply, he leaned in and closed the distance, just a brief touch that was over way too quickly.

“I do,” he whispered, “I do want to.”

“Then do it properly,” you complained and it caused him to chuckle all over again, before he relented and kissed you properly, lips moving together with yours just the way you’d dreamed it up.

Lost in the kiss, you almost didn’t notice the way Hyunjae was drawing back, but the absence of his warm body against yours made you feel cold.

“Where are you going?” you asked, hand grabbing his before he could leave for real, “Don’t go.”

“Don’t worry, we're all done, you’re all pure again.”

“Don’t go,” you repeated anyway.

The demon looked surprised, staring at you with wide eyes and the faintest tint of red on his cheeks. “You want me to stay?”

“I guess she took a liking to you,” Younghoon said and you felt him smile against your neck.

“Yeah,” you didn’t even bother hiding it, “so, don’t go.”

The timid little smile on Hyunjae’s lips didn’t go unnoticed as he settled back down, arms coming around your waist and head resting against your chest. “I guess I could stay a bit…”

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[sungbeam]

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 — teaser

nonidol!ji changmin x f!reader

messing around with demonic rituals isn't exactly how you imagined getting bound to changmin's soul. (note to self: salt circles don't work when you draw the pentagram inside it...)

▷ genre, teaser warnings. f2l, technically a college au, demon au (it's different from night terrors i swear.), comedy (it's really not scary), suspense/mystery, low fantasy/supernatural elements, mentions of rituals and pentagrams

▷ estimated word count. 25-30k; teaser word count. 0.8k

▷ projected release date. thurs, oct 31st

a/n: i'm a little FKN TERRIFIED to post this tbh 😭

A change in expression flickered across Changmin's face. It was brief, almost instinctual. You swore it looked like mild irritation, but it was gone before you could be sure. “You should probably answer the door.”

“Answer the what?”

You nearly yelped at the sound of loud knocking at the apartment door. Confusion pummeled you first, then you were swearing. “Chan.” You forgot he was stopping by.

“I'll be right back,” you said, moving toward the bedroom door.

“It’s fine. I need to go looking for answers.” Changmin stopped you before you went out, and you couldn't suppress the violent shudder when the invisible line in your chest pulled taut. “And Yn? Don't do anything stupid.”

You made a face at him from over your shoulder. “I'm already soul-bound to you by accident. How much more stupid can this get?”

He threw his hand up in the air. “Just don't do anything Hyunjae or Shuhua would do. Actually, just don't tell any of them about what I just told you.”

Why not? You were about to ask when you heard Chan's voice at the door calling out to you. Another swear fell from your mouth and you rushed out into the hallway to rip the door off its hinges.

Chan startled as it opened, his eyes going wide like a deer's in the bright hallway lights. There was a loose blue hoodie hanging over his green dinosaur pajama pants. He had his phone in his hands along with a paper bag undoubtedly carrying the legendary banana muffins. “Oh, hi. Sorry, is someone here with you? I thought I heard another voice.”

You braced a hand around the doorframe. Don't tell anyone. “Ah,” you winced, the lie curling up your tongue, “I was just on a call with a friend and he wouldn't shut up. Sorry about the wait.”

“No, it's no worries,” he insisted with a classic, easygoing smile. It made the adrenaline in your veins calm somewhat. Chan had always been a good presence to be around. There was something perpetually warm about his persona that made you want to stay in his orbit. “Oh, right!” He handed you the bag. “These are all yours. Mingyu says to let him know how they taste this time around, as always.”

As you accepted the bag, your face lit up like a Hollywood billboard. “I can guarantee that they will taste as divine as always. Tell him thanks for me” —you glanced up sheepishly from the paper bag— “and also, thanks for stopping by. I wish I was home earlier so you didn't have to drive all the way back.”

You didn't realize your face had contorted into a grimace. If only you had come straight home instead of indulging your friends’ curiosity tonight. Then, you would have been here with the banana muffins and one less soul-bond to worry about; and you would have been none the wiser to the fact that one of your college friends was a demonic entity.

Hadn't Changmin mentioned that you were now emotionally and metaphysically bound? Did that mean he could feel your emotions?

The smile had long since slipped from your face, but now your hands grew cold. When you got your muffins just now, did he know—

“Yn?”

You perked up at the sound of your name. Chan's hand froze midair, then retracted back to his pocket. Concern shone on his face as stark as day.

“Are you okay? You look like you just forgot you have something due tonight,” he chuckled half-heartedly, but the sheen in his eyes told a different story.

“Oh.” You forced out a laugh. “I'm fine! Yeah, I was just reminded of something. Actually—uhm, I shouldn't hold you up for any longer. It's getting late.”

Chan stared at you for a moment longer, and for that seemingly infinitesimal second, you feared he could see the invisible knot tied to your ribcage. “Right,” he said suddenly while shaking his head. “You should get some sleep.”

Your hand reached for the doorknob. “Thanks for dropping by again.”

“Wait” —his palm pressed against the door to keep you from closing it— “are you sure you're okay?”

It was as if your guilt was written in plain words across your forehead: No! I just became magically handcuffed to one of my demonic friends! And I also sat in a pentagram salt circle less than two hours ago! Please help me!

You channeled all your energy into a convincing smile. “Yes, I promise I'm okay. Have a good night, Chan.”

It was enough. That easygoing beam graced your eyes once more and he took his hand back. “Okay,” he said, “good night.” He waved to you as he turned on the ball of his foot, and you waited until he turned the corner before closing the door.

Your entire body deflated as you let out a rather dramatic sigh. That sigh turned into a loud groan, which eventually escalated into a borderline scream.

Like a woman possessed (would possession have been a better outcome than this?), you slunk back into your bedroom with your treasures in your grasp. “Hey,” you muttered as you kicked the door closed, “I'm… back.”

The room was vacant. Not a trace of the blond demon could be found.

“Son of a gun.”

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[seongminiz]

pls!! i was about to ask u if u received it or not but also i didn’t want to rush u into replying lol 👉🏻👈🏻😔

what do u think of. too. like. i love what u said and if juyeon keeps going deeper into depravity (forgive me if that doesn’t make sense) um he begins to grow horns?😈😈 and becomes a demon as well and it’s all because he would rather lust over u than be an angel or smth idk

also. idk if this is too fucked up or doesn’t make sense? but like. if u literally become addicted to their cum and are unable to function unless you’ve been fucked and filled up by them (i’m talking jumil) recently? like u get sick if they don’t take care of you and they mock u a lot for being unable to survive with their attention.. idk if that’s too weird tho so😶

pls rizz!matthew is always doing a fish eye stare of some kind pls!!🤭🤭 he’s so funny my little loser /pos

so yes i also loved everything u said and how he would manhandle u but then also!!!! i desperately need jiwoong to wreck u and break u down and punish u for being such a spoiled little silver spoon gobbling brat!!!!!! need him to cum all over ur face and humiliate you omg.. (jiwoong filming u??🫢 jiwoong filming u and matt together maybe.. idk) i need some fuckin humiliation of both u and matthew at his hands oh god

- 🧁 anon

im rlly sorry i just didnt see the notif this morning n then was out the whole day 😕

(mattwoong sandwich part is under the cut btw i yap too much for my own good)

NO YEA THATS EXACTLY WHERE I WAS TRYING TO GO WITH THAT‼️ angel juyo who starts to grow horns n whose wings start falling apart n getting darker the more hes attracted to you and wants to ruin you 💔💔💔 n hyunjae 'teaching' him how to be a demon (= how to ruin u even more) n omg !! needing their cum to live .. thats insane but also i love fuck or die situations so ,, :3 not to get too fucked up but ngl since they're both immortal i think sometimes they'd hold the 'threat' of not giving you their cum and letting u die instead . they won't do it , probably , and they have a way of making you an immortal demon too if something goes wrong and you do die bc they could never let you go - BUT its such a fucked sadistic thing of them to do and sometimes when you get a little too spoiled they need to remind you what your place is and that you are the fucktoy here :3

im like 95% sure this made no sense help

nowww 🥪 mattwoong sandwich 🥪 time‼️‼️‼️

srry this has some slight pet play n maybe dubcon idk i use the word 'forcing' but its not rlly forced omfg im rambling . idk . i went insane bye

im sorry my brain just tunnel visioned on jiwoong filming u n matt omg ★_★ it's so humiliating bc he's calling both of you his desperate puppies who can't wait for their owner and need to mess around behind his back ,, giving you orders on what to do and how to do it , forcing your head so you have no choice but to kiss matt , making out with him until you're both two drooling messes grinding on each other for any kind of release - and ofc jiwoong films all the little disgusting details , like how your spit runs down your chin and the pathetic wet patch at the front of matthew's shorts , and maybe gropes your tits a little and pinches your nipples through your top just to make you squeal and whine for his enjoyment („• ᴗ •„) calls you a spoiled brat n his little slut , and calls matthew a dirty mutt who can only think with his dick omfgfhfbf im going crazy

now i'm thinking of jiwoong having you n matt on ur knees right in front of him to suck n worship his cock too ohhhh i feel sick

[daisyvisions]

🍬

good lord eric…. this guy has been bias wrecking me way too fucking hard this comeback anyways and then he sent THAT picture???? and i have his bubble mind you, and ngl when he first sent it i didn’t even realize and just thought he looked tired until i saw the ruckus on twt 😳 but girl have i not been able to stop looking ever since, why is he so big 😳

anyways, i need him. the bent over the bed, hands tied behind my back, letting him do whatever, type of need him. the him carrying me and fucking me against the wall type of need him. the taking turns in giving each other head without ever breaking eye contact type of need him. the him taking me against the window so everyone knows who i belong to type of need him. DAISY I AM NOT FINE SEND HELP

I need that demon away from me he took my attention away from hyunjae kjnsdfjkksdnjf for the first time I recently had some 🌶️ thoughts about him UNPROMPTED AND WOW 🥵

PLEASE I LOVE ERIC I LOVE ALL OF THEM BUT I NEED TO STEP AWAY ITS HARD JUGGLING MORE THAN 2-3 BIASES AJNSDALSJNDASJND

[mingi-bubu]

19. “Do we have a deal?”

For Fictober22~ demon!hyunjae x gn!reader, magic and the supernatural exist, directly related to 76 Kisses to Valentine's Day Prompt #34 Fictober22 Masterlist || 76 Kisses Masterlist

You shiver in the damp cold that surrounds you.  Your breath puffs out, white clouds dissipating moments after they appear.  The forest is full of noise.  Or at least it was when you were walking to the clearing.  Now you can’t hear anything but your heart thundering in your ears and your quick breaths.  Your eyes dart around the clearing, frosted blades of grass shining in the light of the fullest moon you’ve ever seen.  You knew long before you decided to come here that this place was drenched in magick.  That the trees here are more ancient, more knowledgeable, than any others.  But even if you hadn’t known that, the unnatural chill in the air, the frost on the plants around you, the odd lack of noise… There was magick here.

It was only a matter of being able to tap into it.

After acquainting yourself with the area, you quickly get to work.  The messenger bag slides off your shoulder and falls to the ground, disturbing the pristine grass beneath you.  You pull out the aged tome that you had stolen from the widower’s home.  With his wife gone and him not having the Ability, he had no use for it.  You, however, do.  You open the book, flipping through pages carelessly as you find the passages you were looking for.  It didn’t matter to you if the pages around it fell apart or ripped; when you finally got what you desired, you could fix it.  If that was something you chose to do.

“Heh,” you murmur in victory, finding the passages you had marked.  You hold the book on either side and bend it backwards, breaking its spine so it would lay flat in the dirt.  You place it on the ground and press a palm into the middle, pushing down just in case.  When you pull your hand back, the pages lie open.  Ignoring it for the moment, you kneel and pull out a menagerie of glass containers.  They ranged in size, shape, and color.  On each container, your rushed handwriting told you what was inside.  A sprig of hawthorn, containing both flowers and berries, resides in a long, skinny, light green bottle.  The blood of a stone sloshed around in a vial the size of your thumb, closed off by a cork.  The laughter of a swine, the sneeze of a worm, food stolen from a left-handed woman in her third trimester while she sang.  All of those ingredients and more were in the glass surrounding you.

Finally, you pull out a mortar and pestle.  The summoning required that you chose the stone it was made from, but not that you had to make it.  Something you were greatly appreciative of.  You decided on a black stone, rough and speckled with gray and blue throughout.  The mason’s son, Sangyeon, had crafted it into a beautiful set.  It was such a shame that it would only be used this one time.

You half-turn and drag the book back to yourself.  You set it against the now empty messenger bag, and find yourself surprised at the way you can still read every word clearly.  Despite the moon’s brightness, you had thought it would be more difficult.  You shrug it off, looking at the steps you were to follow.  Each step had several ingredients that were to be combined with the amount of times you were to crush it with the pestle.  You separate your glasses into groups for each step, figuring it would be easier in the long run.

Sand from a cloud, fire caught in sea glass, the brain of a blood minnow.  One by one, you opened the containers and tilted them over the mortar.  You kept a careful eye on the ingredients as you did, not wanting to have any spill or tumble away from the bowl.  The tome says that you need to crush them together for twenty times.  You let out a small sigh; the rest of the steps never get easier with regard to the crushing amount.  But to get what you desired, you would have to sacrifice.

The next minutes are filled with this, and the pile of empty glass containers gradually started to outnumber the full ones.  When you reach the final step, you feel like you understand why the widower didn’t use this, regardless of his having the Ability or not.  The precision and structure kind of sucked.  Especially as the forest only grew colder around you, seeping into your clothes.  You read the instructions thrice more before you complete it; if you fucked it up here, you would have to wait another year before you could do this again.  The amount of time it took to find the ingredients was more than waiting for another full moon.

Wind whirled around you, pushing you back several feet.  You shielded your eyes from it, head bending into the invisible force.  A noise fills your ears, like a shriek but multiplied over itself tenfold.  You felt like your ears were going to bleed.  For the first time since you stepped into the forest itself, you felt fear.  It sat solid like a stone in your stomach.  Despite the wind making the frost disappear on the grass, your clammy hands didn’t change.  You were pushed back another few inches, and you leaned into the breeze more in attempt to fight against it.

And then, as if the wind itself knew your intentions, the direction changed suddenly.  You drop to your knees, a gasp tearing out of your throat.  You dig your fingers into the cold, damp earth as an anchor.  The shrill noise intensifies and your knuckles turn white, the bones underneath pushing up against your skin as you tighten your grasp on the earth.

Everything stops.

You don’t realize at first; your body and mind were still dealing with the attempt to not be blown further away than you were already.  When you no longer feel your hair whipping around your face and neck, cutting into the soft skin like the ends were well sharpened knives, you realize something has changed.  Your ears ring in the sudden silence.  Opening your eyes just enough to see clearly, you force your fingers to straighten, hands pushing into the grass and dirt beneath you.  Dark brown dirt, almost black in the light of the moon, sticks to your skin.  It looks like you were trying to crawl out of a grave.  The wind had thrown grass fragments and loose dirt onto any part of your body it could find.  Your ragged breaths finally register, cutting through the ringing in your ears.  Something drips onto your hand and you look.  Whatever liquid it was, it was clear, cutting through the mess on the back of your hand.

Another drop, this time on your other hand.  Your eyes dart to it, and widen at the deep, rich red there.  Both of your hands come up to your face, and you put your fingers carefully onto your skin.  Pulling back, your fingertips are covered in blood and tears.  You hadn’t thought you would cry from this summoning attempt, but it appears you were gravely mistaken.  Your hands are shaking in front of you.  You don’t know if it was just your hands that shook, or if it was your whole being.

“Do we have a deal?”

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 AU Concepts 🔞

‼️These are NOT to be used without my permission. If you’d like to use one please DM me or comment & also credit me for use of the concept. This includes changing the fandom / ship ‼️

* Boys of Summer (Namjin):

Every year, Jin sees the same boy come to his oceanside hometown. Every year, he also looks miserable. Determined to give him at least one good summer, Jin discovers exactly why the boy never smiles

* Bang, You’re Dead (Yoonminseok):

When line cook Yoongi witnesses a gang assassination behind his restaurant, he’s given a protective detail. Detectives Jimin and Hoseok have never liked each other and now they’re stuck watching the same witness 24/7

* Hellhound (Yoonminseok):

Hoseok and Jimin have been dating for several months. However, Jimin has yet to spend the night. Why? Because he isn’t human. They consult a mint haired witch to reverse Jimin’s curse

* Watch It Burn (Bbangju):

Alpha King Juyeon has everything - a beautiful Omega Queen and a pup on the way. When Younghoon is kidnapped, Juyeon will burn down the kingdom to get him back

* Idolatry (Milsun):

Idols Sunwoo and Hyunjae have constantly crossed paths since debut. After a one night stand in Paris, one of them realizes his feelings are more than lust

* Mortal Fools (Taejoon):

Namjoon has always dreamed of becoming a mainstream rapper. When he gets his big break, he’s forced to leave his boyfriend Taehyung behind. When he returns for a break, the boy he loved is a man he doesn’t recognize

* Something Wicked (JiHope):

Prince Jimin has a blood witch wreaking havoc on his province. His only hope is water witch Hoseok. Who happens to be his ex-betrothed

* Ivory Sun (SOPE):

Sun God Hoseok doesn’t think much about his job. He brings the sunlight. One winter he notices messages and art in the snow. He meets Winter God Yoongi and realizes their paths can never truly cross

* Moonshine Nation (BTS Rap Line):

Namjoon runs the largest bootleg operation on the east coast. His 2 lieutenants Yoongi and Hoseok owe him their lives. In return he hides their true relationship - lovers

* Demonology (JiHope):

Before an archangel and a horseman were bound, there was a demon who desired an angel and would have him no matter the cost (prequel to Wings of War)

* Wings of War (Taejoon):

Taehyung in an Archangel. Namjoon is a Horseman of the Apocalypse. When Taehyung heals him in the mortal realm, the two are bound together permanently.

(I actually started writing this fic but then hit the wall)

* Broken (SOPE):

After a car accident Hoseok is put in a coma. His boyfriend Yoongi can only hope his words get through

* You’re My Light (2seok):

Hoseok and Jin are 2 high powered men with wives to match. Jin has never wanted anyone, including his wife, until he meets Hoseok. Hoseok is happy to meet Jin’s needs. How long will their secret keep?

* Eternal Hearts (Minjoon)

Cursed by a witch with eternal life, Jimin has lived a solitary existence for hundreds of years. Then an adventurous trick or treater is dared to approach his home. When he opens the door, he sees someone he thought he lost centuries ago

* Best Man (Jakehoon):

“I’m getting married,”

Those three words felt like the end of Jake’s world. His best friend, who he was also hopelessly in love with, Park Sunghoon, was engaged to someone else.

(This is omegaverse)

* Smoke and Shadows (Sunkyu):

Kim Sunwoo is a serial sugar baby. When notoriously private chaebol Ji Changmin offers him a lifestyle he never imagined, Sunwoo happily accepts. However, what the world doesn’t know about Changmin can hurt them.

* Let’s Ride It Out (Bbangju):

When Younghoon confesses to Juyeon that he doesn’t want to approach his crush until he’s more experienced, Juyeon offers to help. It ends just as poorly as these things usually do

* Baby, Don’t Be So Jealous (Bbangnyukyu):

Younghoon’s boyfriend is the jealous type. He’d like to break him of that.

Enter: Ji Changmin

* Did It Hurt? (Jumil):

After one too many drinks, Hyunjae sends a pickup line to his favorite idol during a live. Fortunately, Juyeon’s English isn’t great. Unfortunately, Juyeon’s co-idol speaks fluent English.

* Trust Issues (VHope):

Hobi has always known he’s gay, but he makes good money in the straight porn industry. When he finally gets up the courage to come out, he’s fired. Taehyung helps him get a job in the gay porn industry & might be the one to patch up Hobi’s damaged feelings

[exsanguinatc]

plot: in source muse: Hyunjae "Jae" Im, The Spellbinder, demon, cult leader, 23/522 open to: anyone 21+

He loved the days when they welcomed newcomers. There was nothing like fresh blood, nothing like the rush of an untouched soul being given to him. He didn’t understand why more demons didn’t do this. It seemed so silly to hide in the shadows and scrounge for a single, hesitant soul every now and again by making some stupid deal. His came willingly, eagerly. They believed in him; they adored him. They worshiped him. If he ever went back to Hell, which was unlikely considering how much he enjoyed this life, he’d be returning with more power than even some of the old kings had. Jae had never been weak to begin with, and with the added strength given to him by each soul that was offered to him, his previous power had only grown. By now, he was practically buzzing with it. All day, he’d been meeting new followers. They’d pledged themselves to him and made the offering at the altar he stood before. He was going to need an outlet for the high of power that was nearly crackling at his fingertips and making his skin sing. “Send in the last one.”  The demon’s command wasn’t loud, but he knew that he’d be heard and obeyed anyway. When he heard the door open, he looked up, abandoned the candle flame he’d been playing with, and turned to face the final follower he’d meet today. 

“Welcome, dear one,” he smiled at them, his voice strong enough to dominate the space the way his physical presence did but still warm. Inviting. “Come closer. Don’t be afraid.” And yet, he cherished the slight bit of anxiety. He could hear the excitement in their pulse, but it was the sweet smell of their fear filling the lofty room that made Jae’s smile widen. Then he properly saw them as they stepped into the light of the torches along the wall and towards him. A pretty little creature. He was going to enjoy owning this one. “Well, aren’t you a pleasant surprise.” Stepping down to the lower level of the dais, still raised above them where they stopped though, he leaned in closer to them. The demon wanted to examine his shiny new treasure. He slid a finger beneath their chin and lifted it so their eyes met his unearthly blue ones. “Such a lovely gift I’ve been blessed with,” his tone had softened to something far more intimate. He would have to keep this one close. “Tell me your name, dearest.”

[stealanity]

hii! do you mind sharing some of your fav tbz fics🥺

hey hey pretty, i don't mind at all ! i just apologize in advance because i have a lot, lot, lot favorite tbz fics. also, you can find some of them in my recommendation list (which i need to update by the way). anyway, beside the works i'm about to mention, you can check the authors' others writings, because they're all so good and they're really talented (and some of them have a special place in my heart). i swear to god they deserve so much more attention. and i hope you guys know that i love every works of yours, you're all so talented, and i promise i'll always be here to support you, and your works, and to remind you every days, how much amzing you are.

anyway, enjoy !

kidult (changmin) by @hvae — i know the length can be scary, but i swear to god, it's well worth the time to read it, you won't be disappointed, i promise (in case you haven't read it yet)

letting go (younghoon) by @hvae — one of my personnal favorite, and one of the first one-shot i've read

stereotype (juyeon) by @hvae

just a sting (eric) by @hvae — posted yesterday but didn't miss to hit me like a truck

officially yours (juyeon) by @hvae

a step behind (sunwoo) by @hvae — comfort story if you ask me, go read this one when you feel down

we've got chemistry (juyeon) by @mavericsohn — A FUCKING MASTERPIECE, i like this one a lot lot lot

princess' journal (juyeon) by @luvrbin — if you like e2l and soft rivals au, this one is made for you (juyeon is a softie)

i quit drinking (juyeon) by @changminurheart

just friend (kyunyu) by @changminurheart

dance with my demons (changmin) by @changminurheart — i can't express how much i like this story, it's painful but beautiful, and i've reading it like hundred times

and the night was made for loving (eric) by @changminurheart

home (eric) by @juhakx

st. fratty's day (sunwoo) by @jjacob

kiss me if you can (eric) by @sankyeom

break your rules (sunwoo) by @sankyeom — i enjoyed this story A LOT, it's the first smau i've read (or it's maybe it's idolised... i dunno) but it's good

make or break (eric) by @sankyeom

idolised (changmin & juyeon) by @sankyeom — i was team jichang since the beginning, come tell me if you're team ju or kyu when you'll read it 😼

love playlist (hyunjae) by @juyoens

loveline (sunwoo) by @juyoens

coffee, waffles & the boy next door (eric) by @juyoens

out of the blue (changmin) by @flrtwoo — i enjoyed e-ve-ry chapters of this one, and i was impressed by the bad luck of the protagonists

12 days of the boyz (eric vers.) by @tbzhub — soft e2l on a cute christmas event

melting heart (sunwoo) by @starrytxt

to my ex (best friend) (juyeon) by @bbangsoonie

drunk on you (juyeon) by @bbangsoonie — i love this one a lot and i can't remember the many times i've read it, juyeon is ☹️ the cutest

by fate (eric) by @cuppasunu — MY FIRST FIC EVER, and probably the one who will stay in my heart forever, it's so well written and you can't help but want to keep reading to find out what's going to happen

series of events (sunwoo) by @yeostars — i don't think i need to express myself on this one, i already recommended it and it's on my rec list so, just go read because sunwoo is Perfect and my comfort boy since the beginning

who do you love? (kyunyu) by @tbzhours — it's been a while since i've read this one but, i remember that i had no idea of ​​the ending before reading it

bloom into your heart (juyeon) by @snuhee

make me love you (eric) by @kurosism

best friend (changmin) by @kurosism — this one just HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK LIKE my poor baby

scientist (sangyeon) by @kurosism

death of an angel (jacob) by @junjungsunwoo

i wish you were dead (eric) by @junjungsunwoo — a good angst for some good tears with a broken heart supplement

one thing (eric) by @pockyandme — need to had this one to my rec list because, zombie apocalypse trope is my thing (with lee cheongsan)

four time we've met (eric) by @moonieric

2:19 (sunwoo) by @defjcm — this :( just this :( pretty cute

the art of getting ghosted (eric) by @cloudykyu

unstan (sunwoo) by @cloudykyu

jumpshot by @deputyjuyeon

enjoy your reading time my dear<3

[t3kandson]

Beware

Wordcount; 3,123

Fandom; The Boyz

Characters; Lee Sangyeon, Bae Jacob, Kim Younghoon, Lee Hyunjae, Lee Juyeon, Moon Kevin, Choi Chanhee, Ji Changmin, Ju Haknyeon, Kim Sunwoo & Sohn Eric

Warnings, Angst, Betrayal, Slight Love Triangle, Kidnap, Demons, Swords, Animal/Demon Attacks, slight blood, mention of the Devil, Death and sacrifice.

Would say implied death of a major Character but anyone who knows my FF’s especially Boyz Supernatural ones know I could never kill a member off permanently.

Notes; Inspired by the Boyz Wing of escape Series. Will be doing a sequel to this if you wish to be tagged let me know, this story is a multi POV by each member.

The Boyz Taglist; @ilovechanhee

You ran as fast as your feet would take you, the images of Jajae, her soft lips, the quivering tears sliding down her face. The confusion written on her features, it was the reason why you ran to your Hyungs. You knew they each cared and loved her just as much, you knew they would run to her, to fight for her. Your limping legs slowed you down, this would be the one time you would have to sit out but you had to, this was one fight you couldn’t take on. Jacob’s face when you told them had your heart lift, you knew If anyone loved Jajae just as much, if not more then any of them it was Jacob. He would fight for her, take your spot that you knew you couldn’t do to bring her back.

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Your usual smile faded as your heart thumped taking Eric’s words, his battered face, the deep cuts slashed in his body told you what ever happened to Jajae was bad. What ever Monster had taken her was something big and your heart pierced thinking every second wasted in discussion was one second too much. The heavy burden of her pain was scorching through you. You couldn’t focus on your memory’s there wasn’t time, your only thoughts while Eric’s broken tears and pleads was getting her home. “Please Hyungs please I beg you, I know you all love her we need her home,” Eric cried as Chanhee placed a cloth to one of his wounds that was heavily bleeding.

“Right we need to make a plan,” Sangyeon said unreadable, it pained you, now was not the time to sit down for a calm coffee. You was normally the calm and collective one but this was Jajae, every single one of you doted and adored her, you could bet that even a few had fallen for her. But she was mostly relentless in her arm length keeping you all as close friends, her confidential.

“Fuck a plan,” Hyunjae snapped out, your eyes fell on your younger brother, his jaw tensed, Eric’s face looking to him with hope and satisfaction upon him. If anyone was going to be the first one in there it would be Hyunjae. “Hyunjae please be patient we can’t go in there without a plan,” Sangyeon scoffed rolling his eyes. You all looked at each other he was right, but waiting every second was burning you, despite the smile that was still forming on your face for comfort that your siblings needed.

“What you want us to find Leads before we go get her, when Eric’s pretty much told you where and who exactly has taken her,” Hyunjae growled in his Hyungs direction. “If we all go charging in there unprepared Jajae won’t be the only person needing saving,” Sangyeon said placing his hand on Hyunjae’s shoulder. “Well enjoy your health and safety meeting I’ll go and get her instead,” Hyunjae bit out before storming out the building. Your heart disobeying your face as you smiled bowing, your eyes telling Sangyeon before you dashed to catch up with Hyunjae.

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You could hear your name being shouted behind you. Being bitterly disappointed how could no one want to save Jajae. Though your relationship was on Face very sibling like, your emotions towards the very girl was powerful, she was perfect in every single way. You had thought the second you had all heard the news that not a second would wanted to be wasted by you all, especially Jacob and Sangyeon. You wasn’t stupid you knew, they like Eric was both mad about her. You never imagined Sangyeon would have wanted a full safety analyst that could take days before even stepping in to the hell hole you knew she had been taken to. But Jacob your heart dropping thinking the failure of his lack of emotion and actions.

Before you could feel disappointment your heart felt relieved when it was Jacobs voice calling you from behind. “Thanks Hyung,” you smiled as he beamed his own making you feel more confident on your plans. “Please tell me you know what your doing?” Jacob said looking concerned. “Yes, I know where she is, I’ve heard the story of those kind of monsters,” you growled remembering the story’s of the wolf like demons. Ones that claws which can rake your body like the ones on Eric’s skin, the speed of lightning and there ability to transform into what ever they desired, mostly Wolf like appearances.

“Marchosias,” you said knowing Jacob knew of those story’s too, his face dropping as you knew his struggle to keep his deeper emotions started falling apart. “The old derelict airport,” he gasped the colour fading from his skin. “Look if your too scared I can do this alone,” you scoffed as his eyes widened. “I know I’m a scady cat but this is Jajae, I got this,” he said paling and you struggled to stifle the chuckle brewing from Jacob’s composure. He looked totally adorable when he was scared, it was good enough that you was brave enough for the both of you.

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You entered the building as fear was bubbling in your stomach. You had heard the myth of the Marchosias, just the name made your blood cold, but the fear of what could happen to Jajae terrified you further. The thoughts of her somewhere in the derelict building in a similar state to Eric had a burning Pitt in your stomach and a desire to speed her rescue.

Hyunjae was looking around the corridors when he saw your confusion. “Look for a weapon Hyung, we may need it,” he said unearthing a dusty pole in his hand. As you looked under the rubble for something you could use to defend yourself, you heard a howl as you yelped in fear clenching your eyes shut. “It’s ok we got this,” Hyunjae smiled your way comforting you. “We have to for Jajae’s sake,” He added startling himself at another sound much more closer.

You found a shard of glass gripping it in your hand, shaking a little as you tried to grip it with your sleeves of your shirt to avoid cutting yourself. “I can’t run away,” you whispered to yourself trying to shake the uneasy panic ripping through you. You both walked further into the building being aware of everything around you. Seeing the stairs your attention shifted and as Hyunjae passed you held on to his muscular arms. “My senses tell me we should climb these,” you said shakily as his confusion left him. He nodded leaping up the stairs as you followed slower behind. Suddenly you lost your footing, scraping your hand around the glass that cut through the cuff of your T-shirt. “You ok?” Hyunjae asked scurrying to you to observe the bleeding wound, once you took back to your feet. “Yes it’s my fault for choosing a piece of glass,” you scoffed as Hyunjae took your wrist making his way up the rest of the stairs as the blood continued to drip on the floor.

As soon as you both reached the top floor Hyunjae gasped looking around as he left you stood at the top of the stairs. “There has to be some bathroom around here,” Hyunjae scoffed scratching his head. “Hyunjae it’s a derelict building you won’t find anything for this,” you said taking your jacket off to wrap it around your palm. “I’ll find something,” he said as he walked down the corridor. “It’s ok let’s worry about Jajae and not me right now,” you said smiling his way, he turned to face you and your heart dropped when Hyunjae smiley face paled and looked in horror, behind him you could see black swirls.

“Run,” you both said simultaneously as you made your way down the stairs. Hyunjae was cut off by what ever spooked him, black swirls locking him from joining you. Your heart stopped, if there was anyone that could find Jajae and save her it was Hyunjae, your cowardice made your a weak link.

“Come for me,” you said looking at the dark mist that was forming. “Jacob,” Hyunjae scoffed, as the swirls made there way towards you. “Run Hyunjae find her, save her,” you said his eyes looking torn before he realised the mission. He ran alongside the other corridor as the swirls formed the myth you refused to believe, as a wolf began to form shape.

You crouched with your blooded hands on your ears, eyes shut as you remember the way that Jajae felt in your arms, the way her smiles lit the room. She was your light in the darkness her voice piercing your memory as you let the darkness take you.

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You ran as fast as you could down the corridor turning into a empty room, heart thumping at the sight of the Marchosias. Listening for any sign of Jacob’s escape, the screams and cry’s of pain followed had your windpipe close. You realised he had actually sacrificed himself for not just Jajae but you. Guilt was rushing through you how could you have stood by and let him fall. Jajae’s chuckle in your memory squeezing through as you wiped an escaping tear aside.

You clenched your eye tight to move forward, your guilt wouldn’t bring him back as you creeped to the door to see the empty and silent corridor. Walking to the stair case you looked down to the now empty space, the droplets of blood from Jacobs cut visible but no fresh blood splatter or body. You look down the two corridors by your side before looking down the stairs as your mind wandered which direction to take.

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“Please come with me, I’ll ask Kevin, he’ll look after you,” Changmin asked as you stood there arms folded eyes closed, attempting to ignore his pleading face. Your eyes flashing open to see a slight smile fall upon his features. “People could mistake you for enjoying this,” you grumbled. “Well it’s not every day we get to check out the Marchosias myth,” he said warmly as if it was his friend. “There’s no such thing,” you growled. “Well if that’s the case where is Hyunjae and Jacob, it’s been two days,” Changmin quized the worry of his Hyungs momentarily brushing his face. “Plus if it’s not true why are you scared,” he smirked. “I’m not scared but Sangyeon’s right we need leads,” you said using Sangyeon’s words at your younger brother.

“Sangyeon’s scared himself that’s why he stalling,” Kevin said walking into the room to the conversation, “Kevin,” you gasped, at his harsh words. “It’s true Chanhee, Changmin’s right our Hyungs need us and we’re all here writing maps on walls and now it’s not just Jajae it’s them that need us as well,” Kevin lectured, your heart falling with concern.

It had been you that had met Jajae and introduced her to everyone, spending your teenage years hiding out In her treehouse. You knew that everyone would fall in love with her when they met her, but it was obvious a few liked her too much. So it wasn’t a shock that Jacob and Hyunjae would be the first to go and save her. All while you had to endure Eric’s turmoil, especially when he revealed it was him who had encouraged her into the abandoned side building of the airport. He had cried himself to sleep while you had helped to nurse him the last couple of nights. “Fine,” you grumbled as Changmin looped his arms in with you and Kevin. “It’s fine Chanhee I won’t let the demons eat you,” he smirked as you hit his shoulder. “Ji Changmin don’t even joke,” you cried.

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It wasn’t that you was enjoying the scary setting you had just walked into. Beneath your heart you was scared as hell, your heart thumping, stomach burning in fear. But Jajae needed someone strong, someone to tackle what ever had taken her. Though you knew Eric’s outcome or worse death was something that was a possibility of how this ended. You was determined you wouldn’t let it take you out in a bundle of nervous snot and tears that your Hyung Chanhee was currently experiencing. Chanhee’s loud sobs pierced the air, while you turned to frown at him. Kevin was trying to console him at the same time then not lose his arm that was being ripped by his trembling fear. “Guys are you trying to get us killed,” you growled just at the same time then the swirls that came around you, howls filling the air as Chanhee ran from the building.

Kevin whispering his name as he turned to you fear on his face as you breathed in deep. A wolf like shaped animal appeared, his sharp teeth on show as he prowled near you. Your mixture of excitement of viewing a Marchosias hitting you covering your fear of the outcome to your Hyungs and Jajae. You couldn’t allow emotions, not right now when it was you they counted on. Your hands sunk into your bag finding what you needed as you pulled it out. The silver bladed medium sized sword was cold in your hand as you positioned it towards the creature, smiling as you charged at the monster. His body returning to spirals as you chased it out leaving Kevin calling you behind.

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All you could hear was thumping in your eyes as you tried to calm your anxiety to think rationally. You could leave this building, find where ever Chanhee had run to and return to Sangyeon. He wanted a lead and this was one, a freeking Marchosias Demon and his pack of Demon wolves. This was so out your expertise, it would be clever to turn around.

But then this was so much more important, not just was Jajae believed to be here some where, but Jacob, Hyunjae and now Changmin with a clear death wish was some where in danger and possibly even dead already.

You shook your head not wanting to imagine those awful possibility’s.

Walking to Changmin’s rucksack a slight stifle of how prepared he was, hoping to find anything that could assist you. Seeing the graffiti spray you shook your head, “what the hell Changmin,” you scoffed before looking to the wall. You knew the chances of yourself getting lost during the mission was high, but if you could write a message on the wall you could warn them for when they stepped through.

With the paint visible on your fingers you looked back at your art and admired it forgetting the important task at hand. You popped it into Changmin’s rucksack and made your way through to the staircase, droplet’s of blood visible as you bent down smearing a drop. The blood wasn’t warm so you knew it wasn’t Changmin’s. But fear hit you that he wasn’t the only soul needing saving as you took a deep breath in search of them.

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You had just settled Eric when you walked into the room that Sangyeon had set up as a base. The web of leads that was covered all over the wall told you the hard work he put in. Sangyeon was resting his head on his arms completely shattered. Though your brothers had complained he didn’t care and was slow to react, he was hardly sleeping. Hyunjae and Jacob’s non return and now Kevin, Chanhee and Changmin’s absence had unsettled him further. You was startled when you heard a wail of tears find there way to your ears, you dashed to the door with a sleepy just woken confused Sangyeon behind you.

When you opened it Chanhee was there full of tears and sobs, choking on his words that was inaudible. “What’s up?” you say hugging on to the door slightly terrified what he was going to say. “What’s happened Chanhee?” Sangyeon said putting his hands on his shoulders. “I saw it, it took them,” he cried pulling his face into Sangyeon’s shirt. Younghoon entered looking concerned, “Chanhee,” he said pulling Him from Sangyeon, his grip tight around him in fear. “Has who?” Sangyeon asked, his hand on Chanhee’s Shoulders. “It took Changmin and Kevin, they never followed me when I fled it,” Chanhee said shaking as he thought of the event once more. “This is Changmin nothing would take him,” Haknyeon’s said from behind you trying to keep everyone positive. “I’m sure he’s fine,” Haknyeon said placing his hand the other side of Chanhee. “What was it?” Sangyeon asked face full of concern as it brushed with yours. “A Marchosias,” he whimpered, “it’s real,” he added sobbing into Younghoon’s chest as he stroked his hair. “It’s ok we got you, your safe,” Younghoon said in an attempt to calm him. His eyes locking with yours and you looked at Sangyeon. “We need to add this to the Board Juyeon,” he said your way as you looked bewildered with his ability to act.

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You had packed your bag wisely throwing some weapons that you could find in to the rucksack, a sword that was dusty under your bed placed on your hip as you made your way out. You was losing too many Hyungs, you knew you wasn’t strong nothing like the strength of Hyunjae or the brave of Changmin, But you couldn’t sit back any more.

You was creeping out the house when a large hand rested on your shoulder making you yelp with fright. “Hak how can you save them if your so jumpy,” Juyeon said concerned, “what are you doing?” Sangyeon said entering the room. Juyeon smiles softly at you and then at his Hyung, “we’re going to save them Hyung we can’t keep hiding here like cowards,” “I’m in too,” Younghoon said following Juyeon’s words as he stepped into the room. “No your not Younghoon,” Sangyeon scoffed as you all moaned.

Sangyeon put his hands out to quiet you all. “Younghoon your not going because someone has to look after The younger ones and Chanhee,” he said smiling at him before looking at you both. “You need to stay it’s not safe,” he said looking at you. “Hyung you have a choice either I come with you or I sneak out later,” you said eye widen with your arms folded. Sangyeon looked at you with seriousness in his eyes as he tried to consider whenever to challenge you. “Fine but the first sign of trouble and your out,” he said his eyes zooming to yours as you smiled his way.

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You walked into the building, Juyeon was startled at every small sound that you feared that the Marchosias could attack him easily. Haknyeon despite being one of the youngest was confident and happy to follow instructions full of bravery.

You found the writing on the wall that told you it was from Kevin warning you of the Marchosias. You smiled hoping that Kevin was trying to leave you clues. However, pinned to the wall was a note in unfamiliar handwriting.

‘Beware of the untruthful one’

You looked to your younger brothers who wasn’t looking and ripped it from the wall, stuffing it into your pockets.

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The darkly lit corridor scared you as you let Sangyeon read the messages left by what you could tell was Kevin’s handwriting. You walked slowly up the stairs, Sangyeon and Haknyeon walking behind you. Stopping at the sight of blood on the hallway floor causing Haknyeon to walk in to you, fear following. “Hyung please tell me that isn’t human blood,” you cried letting your fear escape your brave mask you had been wearing. “I don’t know Juyeon,” Sangyeon said with concern on his face as he stepped over it.

As you made your way down another darkened corridor the howls you feared reached your ear as you gulped. “Hyung,” You whined as Sangyeon looked at you with a finger on his lips. “We need to be quiet,” he mouthed as you and Hak nodded making your way behind him to start checking the rooms. The room was empty leading to disappointment for an early rescue mission. Just one more member leaving with you then entering with would be a successful mission at this rate.

As you three emerged back into the corridor the howls got louder. “Run,” Sangyeon cried out. Your hearts thundering as you saw the swirly dark mist as you turned to the empty corridor, panic in your heart. You ran towards a room but it wasn’t open as you fought against the door knob. A glance down the corridor had you view a large dark wolf. A whimper escaped as you ran to try the other doors, “Guys they won’t open,” you panicked. “Juyeon I’m in here,” you heard Haknyeon further up, his head peering round as it Paled in the view of the animal behind. Sangyeon peered around his much closer but slammed it tight as your heart clenched, you could feel the animal speeding down the corridor, Haknyeon’s hands reaching out to you, fear on his face.

But before your hands could grip his, the swirls covered you, pain engulfing you that left you with nothing but screams to give as it pulled you into the darkness.

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“Juyeon,” you cried as the beast covered him with the most sharp teeth sinking into his skin as he turned dragging Juyeon’s wailing body down the corridor out of sight. You fell onto your knees, did you just witness your Hyungs death? This was your fault why did you attempt to escape your home to come here, if you hadn’t Juyeon wouldn’t have felt he had to come.

“Hak,” Sangyeon cried, his face looking tortured from the sound he witnessed. “He’s dead,” you whimpered, “just like Jajae, just like Jacob and Hyunjae and Just like Kevin and Changmin,” you cried. “We made a mistake we need to be like Chanhee and Escape,” you cried. “We’re check the rest of this floor and we’re leave,” Sangyeon said patting your back.

You used your anger to kick the locked doors but you found no evidence of your Hyungs or Jajae in any of the rooms. “Right let’s get you home and safe,” Sangyeon said with sorrow in his eyes. As you made your way down the stairs you heard the howls return. “Right we need to run,” Sangyeon ordered as your feet sped down the stairs but before you could see the daylight from the open door, the wolf was sleeping blocking your entry.

“I think he’s asleep,” Sangyeon said, “we should be ok but we need to go slowly,” he said looking to you as you nodded. You both tiptoed down the corridor the creature heavy breathing in slumber. “You go first,” he said, “that way we know one of us will get out here,” he said as you made your way slowly. Tip toeing your way past him you held on to your breath as you didn’t want to wake the monster. When you had reached the entrance you turned to smile at your Hyung.

He waved his hands to tell you to go, but stumbled on a piece of wood, the sleeping Marchosias eyes prising open, dribble falling by he’s teeth as he glanced at Sangyeon. He wasted no time turning to run off, “run Hak run,” he cried behind him. The fear of losing another Hyung terrified you as you clunked the door side of the wall gaining his attention. “I’m not scared of you,” you scream as the face of the Marchosias with his purple eyes growl in your view. It looked like it was smirking but before you can say anything more the black mist came for you too.

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Two days had passed and like the others, no sign or word from Sangyeon, Juyeon or Haknyeon.

Eric spent most his time sobbing in his sleep, Chanhee also had joined him weeping for the friends they feared dead. Sunwoo spent himself trying to make them laugh to no avail. You wanted to join them find them and save them all but Sangyeon had made you promise what ever happened to not attend.

Your hands brushed the board with the wires between leads and as much information that Sangyeon could get from Eric and Chanhee. You pressed your head to the board as you felt your head swarm. “You ok Hyung?” Eric said startling you, “yes just tired,” you replied smiling In an attempt to hide your concern. “There not coming back are they?” He said wincing. You patted him on his shoulder, “don’t underestimate them Eric,” you smiled as you tried to believe your own words.

It was then a cloth was pressed to your face from behind, there strength much stronger as you fought, your fingers reaching for Eric who had a heavy cloaked figure doing the same with him. You cried his name muffled by the cloth as you slowly lost consciousness.

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You heard movements around you so you kept your eyes shut in fear of what was there. You had walked into your living room seeing your Hyung being attacked, Eric following. You ran to Chanhee warning him but he ran as fast as he could out the window before your feet could follow suit, before you was yeeted back and met the same fate as Younghoon and Eric.

The room you was in was dark you could easily work that out without opening your eyes. You closed your mind to the small howls in the air as you let your vocals cover you as you sang sweet melody’s. Singing till the movement in the room faded and gulping before your next verse you opened your eyes. The room quiet and still had your singing pause as you trembled standing up.

You had quickly worked out you was clearly in the old building next to the airport. The one where the myths was said to be guarded by a Marchosias. Your Hyungs was here somewhere, also too Jajae, but you was ashamed to just want to find a way to leave. Every small sound startling you as fear rushed through you, you slowly made your way out the room you had been left in.

The corridor eerily quiet as you made your way before a howl pierced the air as you whimpered. You saw a dark mist at the bottom of the corridor starting and you remembered Chanhee’s account of the Marchosias. Your hands panicking as it wrestled with the door knob by your side. As the howl got louder and the wolf like appearance grew, your feet kicked the door praying for a miracle for it to open.

When you felt like death was upon you, you closed your eyes accepting it when the door opened. A cold hand grabbed your wrist yeeting you in there with them. Kneeing to the floor screaming what you was sure was louder then the Marchosias itself, you was reassured at the voice of your Hyung.

“Sunwoo it’s ok it’s me your safe,” Juyeon said smiling as he pulled a cloak from his head. Before you could question him he put his finger to your lips. “I haven’t got much time, but I need you to listen can you do that?” He asked as you nodded silently. “I’m fooling the Marchosias, but you need to know there’s someone in our group who’s fake. You need to find Jajae, she’s upstairs in a room filled with stolen souls, ones that are scary but harmless, fetch her and run,” he said smiling before you could mutter another word he continued. “Time, remember I’ve not got much, but I will find the others and help release them, just you need to be careful of,” he paused wincing. “Of who?” You asked your voice echoing that Juyeon had to shhhh you. “Jajae was dating Jacob,” he added as your face was puzzled, you knew he was soft for Jajae but really was they dating? You would have actually believed Eric was the one dating her with how close they were. “So Jacob can’t be trusted?” you asked sorrowfully. “Jacobs dead Sunwoo, Eric had him killed because he’s jealous, he called upon the Marchosias to curse anyone that takes Jajae from him. It’s why she’s here being kept, it’s how they know when we’ve come on our way. It’s how your here now, Eric planned it with the Marchosias,” Juyeon added winching in pain as he talked about someone he cherished.

“Why would he hurt us?” You scoffed refusing to believe any of your brothers would deliberately send you to be attacked. “Because your all crazy over Jajae he’s jealous, and jealous people do crazy things,” Juyeon said as the howls pierced the air. “Look we’re out of time, I’m going to distract them but you need to find her get her out here away and safe, but more importantly away from Eric,” Juyeon added before he slid his hood up escaping before another word could fall.

You blinked in bewilderment, Eric had betrayed you in the worse way ever. Anger was slowly seething through you, enough to syked you up to find Jajae and get her out.

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You came to on a cold floor in what looked like a dingy derelict hall, it didn’t take long to realise where you was and what danger you was facing. You gulped as fear attacked you, most of your brothers had never come out this place and someone brought you here for the same fate. The Howls in the air made you realise your death could come sooner then planned. There loudness told you it wasn’t far and so you hid burying yourself in a corner of a room under old coats, holding your shakily breath. Once the howls got louder you saw from a gap the black shadow fall into the shape of an animal. He sniffed close to where you stood as you prayed not to be seen.

Your prayers answered when the animal turned back into mist and shot right out the room letting you breathe more, hearing the howls fade as he left. Slowly making your way out the room you searched along the empty rooms in your path. Hearing footsteps coming your way, you froze looking around for cover to no avail. However, you was so relieved to find Sunwoo stood there, relief blossoming on his face. “Thank god your here and alive,” you said tossing your arms around his shoulder pulling him in for a tight hug. “Is Eric and Chanhee not with you?” You asked fearful for his response. “Chanhee escaped before they got me, he hopefully is fine,” Sunwoo said with a slight smile. “And Eric?,” you gulped not liking the look upon Sunwoo’s face. “You won’t like it Hyung,” he said looking to his feet in an attempt to avoid the words spilling. “He didn’t make it did he?” You cried biting your lip. “No it’s worse Hyung,” Sunwoo said biting his own. “What is worse then death,” you scoffed, “selling your soul to the devil and making his loved ones pay the price,” Sunwoo said pained.

You felt your body shake in anger once Sunwoo finished explaining. “I’ll fucking kill him,” you groaned not caring if the Marchosias killed you. “Hyung calm down we need to find Jajae and get her out, let Juyeon Hyung find the others,” you said trying to calm him. “Eric had Jacob Hyung get killed and tried having us killed too and you tell me to calm down,” you shouted, the howls returning in the distance. “I’m going to find him and make him wish he wasn’t born,” You growled that even Sunwoo was terrified. You ran down the corridor not caring for any Marchosias but for your youngest brother.

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You brushed your hands through your hair eyes blinking as you felt lost, fear choking you. You was alone and Juyeon had trusted you to find Jajae to bring her home while he searched for your Hyungs. The howls in the distance terrified you as you clung to anything that could protect you if the Marchosias found you. It was then you brushed a note on the wall in what looked like Juyeon’s handwriting.

‘Three doors up and your need something to break the door’

You held the note in your hand looking around the corridor finding a metal pole. Your hands gripped the cold surface of it as you slammed it into the wall watching a chunk of plaster fall to the floor.

You hugged it tight like it was what was holding your suddenly bravely together as you made your way out.

But outside was several deathly looking humans you slumped to the floor hands covering your ears as you cried into the darkness. When you felt an icy chill when they walked through you. Your eyes brushed open shaking as you prodded a finger through another. Juyeon’s words of lost souls hit your thoughts as you cursed the air. Harmless could still be terrifying.

Finding your feet you breathed in deeply summoning bravery.

Counting each door you whispered down the hallway, finding the third door up, you looked between two doors close opposite each other as you bit your lip in confusion. Which one would he consider as a third door?

You pressed your ears to the wood on the door to your left listening for signs of human life to no avail. Your equally confused and frustrated when the other door gave you the same response. You raked your hands along your face, as you silently screamed in frustration, stomping your feet like some tantrum toddler. Opening your eyes you randomly chose the door on the right, your eyes briefly closing tight as you made the slow dents into the wooden structure.

You made the dent bigger enough to break through, your hands going in to fiddle with the door knob opening it. You peeked into the room looking for a light switch, not before noticing a body laying on the floor. Rushing to the sleeping human, heart leaping when you realised it was Jajae. Scars similar to Eric’s along her legs, her clothes covered in blood as you shakily checked for a pulse. “Thank god,” you whispered as you felt the vein thumping under your finger. “Jajae,” you called gently shaking her which didn’t wake her. You realised you was going to have to carry her out.

She wasn’t heavy in your arms as you held her with ease, her head lolled on to your chest. You carried her carefully in the corridor, feeling the pressure with each step hitting you. The worry of being caught by the Marchosias when you finally found her terrified you.

However, as the night approached the corridor and stairs remained silent, the night sky calling you from the open door to the building.

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Why was you such a coward? Why couldn’t you walk through those doors? Those things had taken not just Jajae but also your brothers. What was you doing but standing outside the building where demon animals prey on humans, humans like you. You should be in there helping your brothers and getting them out.

Each step closer to the entrance had you trembling in fear, so you was relieved when you saw eight people, real people leave.

Tears of happiness falling when you found your brothers hugging Kevin tightly as he smiled in your direction. “Where’s Eric, Jacob and Sunwoo?” You cried “and Jajae?” You said fearing the words as your eyes met Juyeon’s confusion. “Wait did her and Sunwoo not make it out?” He said looking to Hyunjae who turned around to look at the building. You shook your head in Juyeon’s direction as he placed his hand on Hyunjae shoulder. “Hyung no, have faith,” he said as your Hyung looked to the building. “Sod this,” Changmin limped towards the derelict structure. “Changmin no, we barely made it out,” Sangyeon said blood trickling down his leg. “And if we come out without Jajae what was the point,” Hyunjae scoffed stepping towards Changmin for support. “Plus what about Sunwoo, isn’t it enough we lost Jacob,” Younghoon growled very much joining them. “I vote to go back,” Haknyeon added his face resting on Sangyeon. “Wait is that?” Kevin said squinting towards the poorly lit entrance. Sunwoo’s exhausted face, holding a blooded Jajae, he’s relief in your view of finding you all.

Sangyeon dashed to take Jajae pulling her into his hold. “She’s ok she’s just unconscious,” Sunwoo said as he leaned on to Juyeon for support. “What about Jacob and Eric?” You asked, “Who cares about Eric,” Younghoon bit out anger cursing through his veins. “He’s still our brother he don’t deserve to be in there,” Sunwoo cried. “He summoned a demon and plotted to have Jacob killed all because They fell in love with the same girl. If anyone needs your sorrow it’s Jacob not him,” Younghoon cursed. “If we don’t get away from here we could be next,” you cried hearing a howl pierce the air.

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You watched as they left the grounds you knew your master would be happy with the result. Who would think two Stupid in love teenagers would gift you some humans to play with. You transformed yourself into in the very said stupid human. Looking into the reflection of the door window you saw the loveless teenager looking back at you. How easy it was to pull Eric’s emotions, his jealousy, his fear, but hers Jajae was an equal treat.

Once Jacob signed that deal with your master, once he finished playing with his new friends in that borrowed body you knew he would be delighted.

Cry’s pierced your ears the ones that to a human was howls as you chuckled to your self in delight turning back in to the mist, time to play with some captured humans.

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reaction to playing video games | tbz- ─ ot11 ˎˊ˗

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: a few curse words, quite lengthy 

requested (anon)

✧ sangyeon∘*

Not only did whining get you places, but it also warmed your boyfriends' stone cold heart. It's a perk.

“Baby...I'm dying to play. You and the others never let me play.” You moped over to his setup and pouted as you sat at the edge.

“All right, I'll let you play once, but if you lose. So, please-.” You winked at him as you pressed your finger to his lips and grabbed a remote, settling in for the game.

“What the fuck was that, Y/N? You never told me how good you were.” He exhaled deeply and lowered his headphones. You strode out the door laughing, pushing his chair away and saying.

“See, should let me play more."

✧ jacob∘*

“DID YOU SEE MY CONTROLLER, Y/N?” As he rummaged through his room looking for it, Jacob yelled out to you.

Hearing his shouts from the living room, you swiftly grabbed the controller from the stone table and laughed your way to his man cave.

“You always leave it by the living room set up,” You say. He chuckled and kissed your forehead, thanking you as he pulled the controller from your grip.

Jacob called out to you just as you were about to walk out the door.

“Hey, want to play with me? Today, the boys are offline.” You rushed over to the chair and snuggled up close to him as you grabbed your red controller, smiling at his request.

“Mr. Bae, are you ready to be demolished?”

✧ younghoon∘*

Over the facetime call, he whispered something and pointed the iPad at your screen, tapping it to make it clearer.

“I need help with this level; I've literally asked the guys and they haven't been able to assist me. So I figured I'd consult the master.”

You let out a gasp and shook your head.

“Not sure why you didn't ask me FIRST,” you remarked, rolling your eyes, “but I guess I'll help you.”

He finally made it to the boss level after minutes of discussing the level and advising him where to go. Before kissing the screen, he turned to you and smiled broadly.

"Thank you, Y/N."

"Anytime Younghoon"

✧ hyunjae∘*

As you sat your headset down and spoke into the mic beside you, you heard a knock on the door.

“Hey guys, I'll be right back. Leave some suggestions for places to visit in the game in the chat.”

You walked out and unlocked the door after turning off your microphone and camera. Hyunjae stood in front of you, holding some containers, much to your astonishment. He strolled in with a joyful smile on his face.

“My mum insisted on me bringing some food over since you know how they are.”

You kissed his temple and went to get some chopsticks and bowls while putting some food on the table for him.

“I only have a few more rounds on my server before I can leave. You are more than welcome to observe; you may certainly benefit from it.

As he scoffed, he glanced up with a wide mouth and noodles in his mouth.

“Wow.. some sort of friend you are.”

✧ juyeon∘*

“So you're a gamer,  Not like those people who do "games" online."

Before displaying your Twitch, you pushed Juyeon and laughed. He appeared intrigued as he scanned through the videos before selecting one.

He leaned back,  head resting on your lap. As the demon rushed toward the screen, he was already dying from your reaction. You asked him a question while rolling your eyes at his state.

“Hey, do you want to be a part of my broadcast one day?” I'd be happy to show you some things.”

Before returning to his comfortable position, he glanced up from his seat and nodded his head.

“I'm thinking about subscribing because this is high-quality content.”

✧ kevin ∘*

“Have you played Animal Crossing: New Horizon?” Kevin poked your side from his laying down position, waiting for your answer.

Your eyes widened as you lowered your phone and slowly turned to face him, jaw wide open.

"Don't tell me you play Animal Crossing too?"

He showed you his Switch with a laugh and a nod of his head.

You sprung off your couch and dashed to your bag, returning with your Switch.

“You should have told me earlier; you must see my house!”

✧ new∘*

“Why don't you stop being so bad, then we can talk about my techniques.” As you scoffed, you turned your head sideways to look at New.

“Says the person who recently finished last in our team's tournament. Do you want me to check the scoreboard one more time, or are you finished?”

Sunwoo shook his head as he walked back to his room, looking at the two kids arguing.

“This is the 20th time the kids have fought this week, Sangeyon. If you don't want to do anything, I'll do it for you.”

You both turned around to see an agitated Kevin with twitching eyes.

“Forgive me, Kevin, but I'll be more mature and quiet.” As you pushed the play button on the game, you laughed.

“Bitch” New whispered under his breath as he “accidentally” killed your character off.

“OH NOW IT'S ON.”

✧ q∘*

“Please let me play one more time, Y/N. I'll do better. “I will vanquish the Evil.” Not amused by his confidence, you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

“All right, but don't injure my ears for the 4th time today. I will smack you."  He gave you a wink and walked up to your game set. As he watched you set up everything, including the Oculus, Changmin tapped his legs. That dreadful thing.

As you finished prepping everything, you switched off the lights and set your LED's to purple. You took his hand in yours and kissed it many times while rubbing the back of your neck.

“I'm sure you'll be fine.” Changmin turned to face you and said "fighting" before putting on the headphones.

As you observed him, you noticed that he was doing fairly well; he was approaching a new area of the level as he frantically looked around. As his scream echoed throughout the house, you clenched your hand and squeezed your eyes.

You quickly grabbed the Oculus and yanked it off, only to be confronted by a frightened boy.

“At the very least, you made it past the first section. I'm proud.”

✧ juhaknyeon∘*

“You're killing me, Love; it's not fair.” You tossed the controller on the couch and pouted at him with your arms folded.

He laughed and walked over to your side, pausing the game.

“How about a hug and a kiss as an apology?” Next round, I'll take it easy on you.” He smiled and drew the two of you closer together. As your eyes opened, he held onto you. Grabbing your controller, you tossed a knife at his character as he collapsed to the ground. 

“BABE... “What was the point of that?”

You returned his controller to him, smirking.

“You always gotta be ready, learn from the best.”

✧ sunwoo∘*

“Babe, it's only a simple tap, hit, and swing,”  Sunwoo fought to breathe as he rested his hands on his knees.

“Wait..I-..just give me like 10 minutes,”   As you stood over his large figure, laughing at his antics, he dropped to the carpet.

“So you can dance for hours at a concert, but you can't get past the first two levels of Just Dance? Sunwoo, make it make sense.”

You watched as his face lit up with a smile and his chest rose and fell as he chuckled.

“That's different; these dances are crack. Who comes up with it?

You looked up at the TV, shaking your head, and chuckled at the title song.

*The Stealer* 

“What an ass.”

✧ eric∘*

“So, according to your buddies, you're a Mario Kart "master,” is that correct?” Eric spun around and clasped his hands together in his fancy gaming chair, cocking his head to the side.

“It depends on your willingness to face him.” He chuckled and sat you down in front of one of the monitors.

You strolled up to his setup and sat down, laughing. You took the controller and customized your bike while choosing your character, Pink Toad.

“First and foremost, ladies, I'll let you choose the level.” You chose Rainbow Road and started your engines, smirking at his arrogant face. As you thought about how this was going to be the ride of a lifetime, he winked at you.

“FINISH... AND THE CROWD GOES CRAZY. What's the number on the scoreboard? PINK TOAD TAKES FIRST PLACE AGAIN!!”

Before resetting his controller, he rolled his eyes.

“Rematch?”

“Will you be able to handle the Master for the second time now...?” you smirked.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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[thepixelelf]

THE BOYZ masterlist

Favourites: ❤

All works are gender neutral unless specified

Disclaimer: I no longer actively write for The Boyz, (you can find an explanation here) but please don’t let that stop you from enjoying the works below!

All

Hood (Social Media AU) - Ongoing

Creker University has it all — premium education, respected faculty, even a revered partnership with OneAll Charity. There’s just one problem. A mysterious hooded figure has made it their personal mission to flip CKU’s golden reputation on its head. With “Hood’s” most recent crusade, people — staff and students alike — are itching to find out exactly who this hooded vigilante is. Little does anyone know, Hood is much more than meets the eye.

second masterlist link

With Love, (Audio Recording) - On Hiatus

“And we’re back on Tangerine Radio! That was All My Love by Seventeen, a bittersweet song about love only going so far. On that note, I’d like to introduce a brand new segment to our listeners here on Tangerine Radio: a little thing I like to call “With Love”. We’re inviting one and all to come and send your love letters via radio to everyone listening and, most importantly, the person you want to hear it the most. More details on this new segment can be found on our website, where you can sign up to be our next esteemed guest. Now, we can’t listen to my dumb voice forever. Up next is Lazy by Woosung.”

Sangyeon

Bad Luck Charm ❤

Good luck isn’t always what you need.

Red (Secret Agent AU)

Sangyeon’s always hated you, the leader of Team Red — a rookie team that quickly rose in the ranks up to the title of second-best. He thought it was because you were annoying and smug, but sometimes his eyes just kept seeing red. 

#61 Undercover (CEO AU)

Working undercover at Lee Technologies isn’t exactly what you expected. 

Blurbs:

[Bed and Breakfast for Fallen Gods]

[ink it in] 

Jacob

#18 Across the street (Neighbour AU)

After only one night, your 1:00AM snack runs became a little more special.

Blurbs:

[ABCs of Us]

[by the fire’s light]

[ice ice baby] 

Younghoon

#21 At a wedding

What better at a wedding than a long overdue reunion?

Our Sky 

Graduation looms around the corner, and you might be thinking too much in your special spot.

#46 Under the rain

It’s a rainy day when someone catches your eye.

#63 In bed

With a devastating lack of sleep, Younghoon really really misses you.

Blurbs:

[in a daze]

[no hope to be lost]

[hell is no home] feat. Changmin

Hyunjae

#55 Past the point of no return (Kingdom AU)

One morning, he opened your door and took your hand. What you were supposed to do? Say no?

#26 Off the beaten path

You thought you knew yourself. And you did. You also didn’t.

#60 Through a friend

It’s not every day Lee Jaehyun finds someone he doesn’t know.

Blurbs:

[Unwanted Vibrancies]

[get a taste]

[speed bump]

[steps taken in the rain]

[nights before]

[it’s just a demon, baby]

[press b] 

Juyeon

#59 By magic ❤

Juyeon needed a little magical intervention. Definitely not for you. For his eyes. Yeah. His eyes.

Repeat: Do Not Improvise (Secret Agent AU)

Your mission is to steal the Women of Algiers from right under some millionaire’s nose. It goes a little off the rails.

#71 In a haunted house

You get a little more oomph than you bargained for at your seasonal job.

#12 At an aquarium

Aqualand Park’s prize exhibit just so happens to be your friend, and you’d do anything for his freedom.

Kevin

Talk to Me  (Soulmate AU) ❤

Kevin Moon found you in a brightly lit box full of bad coffee but better conversation.

#65 While losing at Uno

Kevin cashes in a bet

Citizen Crowned (Modern Kingdom AU) - Part One (DISCONTINUED)

For the first time in your life, you’re in the spotlight as the Citizen Crowned. There’s only one thing you’re absolutely not allowed to do, and you’re pretty sure you’ve got that in the bag. Hopefully. The Prince could be a threat to that, but you’ll worry about him after you uncover the biggest secret of the century.

Pronunciation Guide and More

Good

Some things are just good, and they don’t need to be anything else.

#23 On an amusement park ride

Working at an amusement park has its ups and downs.

Blurbs:

[before the blade falls] 

New

Blurbs:

[to metaphors]

[in photosynthesis] 

Q

Pansy ❤

Over the years, you learned that being a Pansy wasn’t so bad.

Blurbs:

[Knight’s Watch]

[Game of Mind; Piece of Heart]

[Imposter’s Court]

[Fearless Adventures]

[Nullichromatic]

[make a connection]

[hell is no home] feat. Younghoon

Haknyeon

#1 Over tea

Haknyeon is really, really late.

Complete Me

His entire life, Haknyeon has been ice, but when a pyrokinetic is transferred to Viridian Academy, he wonders for the first time what it means to be warm.

Blurbs:

[Locked Out]

[Pillow Duty]

[Heart to Get]

[Grocery Ghost]

[Sweet not Sour]

[say cheese]

[speak up] - Hood bonus blurb

Sunwoo

Your Lover Who Will Never Change

A soulmate story told in moments

Blurbs:

[Anonymous Nights] [Part 2] [Part 3] (Superhero AU) - Completed

[digital age love]

[forgetful togethers]

[don’t blow your top]

[a dance of midnight] 

Eric

#68 In Denny’s at 4:00 AM

In your opinion, a Denny’s wasn’t the best place to discuss Eric’s love life, though anywhere else wouldn’t be much better.

Shortstop’s Dilemma (Superhero AU)

Eric only has trouble keeping his secret identity when it comes to you.

#41 Lost in an IKEA

Eric leaves his phone at home.

#28 Stuck together

You’ve always kept your powers hidden – they’re no one’s business, anyways – but when a skittish young man is in need of some old-fashioned heart soothing, you think you know just the thing.

#49 Through a kiss

Eric felt down after his crush of two years moved to study in Iceland, despite the fact that he’d never said a word past “hi” to them before. His friends suggested he loosen up, but he was really regretting listening to what they had to offer.

Where We Stand

Eric Sohn, heir to his family corporation, stumbles across someone new. His only problem? You’re exactly what he needs.

Do You Want Me? (Like I Just Wanna Know You)

Another soulmate story told in moments

Blurbs:

[Sweetly Uncalculated]

Main Masterlist

[sugarcherriess]

One night when you fell asleep, you dreamt of a handsome man dress in white. His soft, teddy bear features and cute little smile made you wonder if you were looking at an angel. Apparently, you were. He introduced himself as your guardian angel, who just couldn’t hold himself back from meeting you. He’d run up to you and hug you with his big, strong arms. He’d shove his face in your neck and you could feel his perfect nose rubbing into your skin. You spent the rest of that dream sat in his lap and telling him more about yourself. You woke up thinking that it was a funny dream, only to see a cute little teddy bear with a rose, a note, and a necklace in its paw. You picked up the rose and necklace in one hand, but accidentally pricked yourself on a thorn. You got a bit of blood on the necklace, but nothing a paper towel couldn’t wipe off. Over time, your interactions with Hyunjae have been changing. He gradually went from a sweet angel in white to something more sinister. His angelic clothes had transitioned into more rugged clothes. Leather jackets, rings, t shirts, you name it. His adorable teddy bear behavior was still there, but slightly more aggressive. He started getting possessive, asking why he had seen you out with other men and why you have to work a job where you have to talk to other people. Your little lap sitting sessions now entail him marking you up and groping everything he can touch. One day, he got so mad that he started to show his true side. You had been asked out by a coworker. You said maybe, but you planned to keep it a secret from your possessive “angel”. When you entered your dream world, he was standing with his arms crossed and with a pissed off expression. You tried to pretend nothing was wrong and greeted him like usual, walking into his arms and giving him a peck on the cheek. He reciprocated, but there was a stiffness to it. “Why did you let that boy ask you out? Are you gonna say yes? You know you’re mine right?” He went right into it. You try to explain yourself, but he pulls you into a rough kiss. He is practically swallowing your face, and you have to slap his back until he decided he’d be merciful and let you go. He started to strip you, because he needed to claim what’s his, but you ran away. You kept running until you woke up. You thought that your nightmare was over, until you felt yourself being pinned to the bed. “You can’t escape me, darling. You’re bound to me. Crazy that a little blood and a necklace can bound you to a demon, right?”

- 🍞

WHY WOULD YOUD ONTHSI TO ME

[jikooksgirl19]

My Soulmates I 2

Genre: Soulmate AU, fluff,angst,eventual smut

Pairing: Idol Jimin x Lawyer Reader x Idol Jungkook

Warnings: mentions of death and abortion

AN: Thank you for your patience with this chapter. Not only did I delete it prior not once but twice, I had a personal loss happen that caused me to take some time away from writing. But I’m back on track and writing this story again. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It’s short but I have some big stuff coming in chapter 3. Please let me know your thoughts and give feedback. I love talking to y’all.

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The three of you found yourself on the Top floor in Bang SiHyuks office. He sat across from you, hands clasped tightly just staring at you all. He hadn’t said anything in the last 15 minutes after you and the boys explained what happened, except to call on his personal secretary. The silence was deafening and you were so so tempted to tell a joke just to break the silence. Just as you were about to open your mouth his secretary Kim Hyunjae came into to office with a stack of papers with all the information about poly soulmates. He began to explain in detail about how the bond between you three is deeper than a normal soulmates, and it plays a huge part in the emotional side of things. Not only do multiple partners have a stronger connection to each other but their emotions, feelings, even moods can be affected by the other people in the relationship. It had been documented that on some occasions each party could physically feel what his or her mates were going through during moments of heightened situations. For example if one party had a headache or got hurt or even was sexually active the others could feel this both physically and emotionally. They also could not be parted from each other for long periods of time without it causing harm to themselves. Though extremely rare the pull of the bond would act as a tether and bring all participants back to each other, or risk crippling illness and the eventual death from the one that left or was left in the relationship. Unlike a normal Soulmate bond it could not be broken except through death as the universe had decided that these were the most sacred of bonded mates hence why they were so rare.

Only one case with no death of the separated mate has ever been documented, and that is in the case of Korean Soulmates Song Jungman, Jong Ara, and Im Jinna . The group had decided they wanted children so both Jong Ara and Im Jinna had tried to conceive but only Ara was able to do so. In a jealous fit Jinna claimed that Ara somehow caused her infertility and wanted to break the three apart. She played the victim so well and convinced Song Jungmin to leave Ara. Together they would start a new life with just the two of them leaving Ara behind. Ara was devistated as she was expecting their child and knew if they left her with the intention to not come back she could get sick, lose their child or even die. She pleaded with them both claiming her innocence but unfortunately Jungmin did not believe her and they left her to move to Japan. Ara waited to fall ill knowing that the separation would be too much but her overwhelming love for her child triggered a new bond that allowed her to survive the loss of both soulmates. After several years it was discovered by Jungmin that Jinna had once had an abortion before meeting her soulmates and as a result she became infertile. He was destroyed by this information because he didn’t try to listen to Ara and wholeheartedly believed only Jinna. He threw away part of his heart because he believed the other so willingly knowing that it would lead to the death of Ara. He believed Ara to have passed away after they abandoned her all those years ago. He left Jinna to go home to Korea and accept his fate wishing to be buried next to Ara and their unborn child only to discover that Ara not only survived but had twins, a son and daughter and was married to a man that had lost his soulmate years earlier. Though he tried to make amends with Ara it was difficult for her to forgive him as their bond had been broken beyond repair. They were both still connected but since they had been separated for over fifteen years it wasn’t as strong, in fact it was like meeting an old acquaintance instead of a lover. Unfortunately his separation from Jinna became too much and he succumbed to debilitating illness and died only three months after reconnecting with Ara and his children. It was later found out that Jinna died the same day in a hospital in Japan. Ara was of course sad at this news, but the love of her children allowed her to continue living and she was able to find peace.

You had tears in your eyes and noticed that you were holding on to both Jimin and Jungkooks hands during the story. You were so wrapped up in this that you didn’t even realize you three had unknowingly gravitated towards each other for comfort. They were both choked up as well. Someone cleared their throat causing you to refocus on the gentlemen in front of you. You sat up straight and decided to get straight to the point.

“So where do we go from here? I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be feeling at the moment, and now you’re telling me I have this life altering, can’t change a thing, you now have not one but TWO soulmates, and oh yeah, you will feel all their emotions and feelings and you can’t even be away from them for too long or you might just up and kick the freaking bucket situation going on...this is what you are saying to us right now?” You couldn’t help the panic rising in your voice. Your professionalism was flying right out of the proverbial window. Jungkook just looked at you, and then Bang PD and said “What she said.” You couldn’t help it you started to giggle at his brief statement then the boys started giggling with you.

Bang SiHyuk cleared his throat and got right to the point. “First we get you moved into the boys complex. You will have an apartment on the floor below the dorm along next to Jins soulmate Yuna. This will allow visits between you three without risk for now. Only essential staff will be told about this arrangement. Y/N you will be hired on as a permanent staff member within our own legal team. Also because you are also multilingual you will assist with our translation team while the boys are traveling, as well as help teach English to to boys. This will help with the questions the public might have about you being around the boys all the time. This is going to take some preparation before we can put this information out to the public. We are also going to have to get you started on the path to Citizenship here in Korea.” Said Bang SiHyuk loudly while clapping his hands together as though he just solved all the problems in front of him. “Now I suggest that you three get to know each other and settle anything else you might need to attend to quickly. Y/N I will have your apartment ready in two days. Is that enough time to get you packed up and ready to move?”

You sat there with your mouth open like a fish trying to digest everything that was being said. This was going too fast and you needed to pump the brakes on whatever this was that was happening. Realizing you needed to answer you opened your mouth to vehemently deny any of his requests and spoke up with a resounding. “Yes Sir.” It came out of your mouth like it was nothing. You immediately slapped your hand over your mouth and thought what on Gods green earth is wrong with me? I have lost my ever loving mind. While you and your inner bitch-demon continued to argue in your mind, the others started making arrangements for you.

You noticed that Kim Hyunjae didn’t seem as though he was fond of you or this situation you had found yourself in. He didn’t out and out say anything rude or with tone but your gut told you he was not happy with this relationship between you, Jimin and Jungkook. You chalked it up to the amount of paperwork this was going to cause him so you tried your best to let him know you would be as much help as you could and you would do your best for the boys and the company. At this point you were giving Jimin and Jungkook your current address and contact information so you could meet tomorrow morning for a “ Get to know you meal”. You excused yourself and prepared to go home when Jungkook caught up to you. “ I know this is a lot Noona and we are all a bit overwhelmed and know absolutely nothing about each other, but please know that I am so blessed to call you my soulmate. You seem very kind and you are beautiful and smart and amazingly funny even when you don’t mean to be.” He smiled at you and your heartstrings tugged in the most peculiar way. You were already becoming attached as you could feel a pull towards the younger man. He took your hand and shook it in a very businesslike manner and said “Till tomorrow malady” and bowed in a funny way causing you to laugh again. Jimin came out and grabbed your other hand and said he was looking forward to breakfast and getting to know more about you as well. You said your goodbyes and turned and left the building hailing a cab to take you home so you could process the events of today. You had not been prepared for the absolute crazy that happened today but deep down you were getting excited at the prospect of having and loving two adorable soulmates.

As Jungkook and Jimin were getting ready to leave Jungkook looked at Jimin and asked “What are you going to tell Somi?” Jimin just looked back at Jungkook with sadness in his eyes and shrugged his shoulders and replied “I have no idea.”

To Be Continued...

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[seongminiz]

pls🤭🤭 i love that for u tho sounds like a fun day! (in regards to the minecraft hehe)

plslsls jumil angel demon sandwich!! 📣📣📣 i love sandwiches :))) 🥪

i think that’d be sooo good i love soft dom juyeon and mean dom hyunjae but i def love degradation n humiliation more so if juyeon starts being mean to u too cuz he just wants to please u :((( and he loves the way he’s rewarded by the way ur body responds to him, it’s so obvious u get off to being treated like a slut and u want it sooo much more than his light feathery touches n soft kisses, u much rather have ur hair pulled and be nipped at until they draw blood, having their fingers thrusting in and out of ur cunt to the point that it hurts a little but mostly because when ur so close to orgasm ur panting and ur moans have gone silent cuz ur transcending😵‍💫😵‍💫 it’s at that point that jaehyun pulls his fingers away and ur walls clench down sooo hard around nothing, the aching pain shooting up through ur core ugghhhg pls i’m almost more obsessed with fingering than actual dicking?? lol

but also like.. so many thoughts omg. but just more of that aphrodisiac bodily fluids??lmao please?? in general i just want jumil spitting in my mouth but if it’s to intoxicate me with overwhelming desire for them??? sign me tf up!!!! ‼️‼️😩 need them to both fill me up with their enchanted cum and trap me as their little slut forever <333 making me incapable of thinking/doing/needing anything else other than their cocks at all times plsss🤭🤭😵‍💫😵‍💫 i’m going crazy(ier) i’m sooo sorry if this is too much i don’t even know what i’m thinking anymore…

so. i was thinking more about mattwoong though and i love the dynamics you’d described before where like u and matt are just silly and giggly and i imagined like.. playing tennis or smth and he’s referee and u fake a wrist injury or smth and ur all pouty like it really hurts :( so he’s like (in cahoots) oh i’ll take u to the nurse office/first aid room whatever tf come on, don’t worry!! so u both run off giggling just to fuck😩🤭 imagine you get in there and omgg.. pls matt is a head pusher.. so ur giggling and kissing and then he gives u one of those fish eye stares yk and starts pushing ur shoulder a little and ur like matt come on. rutting against him, cuz ur needy and u want to get off and he’s supposed to take care of u!! it’s all about ur needs, u don’t want to have to please him wtf, but he’s pushing ur head all whiney like please baby, want it so bad please, it’ll be so good i’ll make sure to treat you right, so you give in but ur like prissy about it a little bit, not taking him in that deep cuz u gag easily, just trying to stroke him off with your hands working everything but the tip that’s in ur mouth but he encourages you to take more, cooing and whining at u, moaning like too loudly when u take him in a bit more, he’d start fucking into ur mouth and you’d just take it cuz it actually feels so good for u too and would turn u on the way he manhandles u<333 u like seeing this side of matt that doesn’t just give U everything u want all the time, it makes u so wet to have him use u like this<333

and then also i just rly need jiwoong to stumble in and catch up two together but my brain can’t even fathom what would go down after that😶🫢

- 🧁 anon

omgggg how did i completely miss this ask 😭😭😭 im so sorry

aaaaaaaaaaa im going insaneeee •ࡇ• no bc ,, jumil making u basically addicted to them (n their cum) n keeping u as their fucktoy :(( also just . angel juyeon getting more n more corrupted the more he fucks u n spends time with u n jaehyun bc yeah ,, an angel should not be doing all that . he tries to convince himself its for ur own good , he cant leave u all alone with that depraved demon can he ? hes protecting u ! but it gets harder to excuse his actions when hes getting more selfish everyday n just wants to see u get ruined more :(

im sorry i love the mattwoong thought too but fish eye stare took me out 😭😭😭😭 i had to take a second n recover from that before continuing lmao

bsbshdbfjf matt pushing u to ur knees n when u complain bc u dont want to suck his dick (u def do but u r too proud to admit that) n being all nice n telling u 'dont worry baby, you'll get your reward later' ★_★ except he wont be nice for long bc he gets too impatient n if u tease him n dont listen what he asks then u rlly leave him with no choice but to manhandle u n get a little rougher :')

[timextoxhajima]

GEN Z SERIES, HYUNJAE: The Third Eye

"Will you choose to believe what you see or what you feel?”

Member: Hyunjae

Genre: Fantasy / Slice of Life / Supernatural / Angst / TW

Trigger Warnings: Rape, Self-Harm

Word Count: 5.8k

Taglist: @yn-am-pm​ @fleurseoul​ @sunwoowuvbot​

The first time I knew I saw something that wasn't there, I was scared. How was an eight-year-old supposed to treat an elderly man who looked closer to a skeleton than a human being standing in the corner of the room... of an elderly's home?

I remember my mother combing my grandmother's hair while my father was helping me pick up my crayons off the floor when I saw him. Nurses were walking down the corridors in a hurry. I remember nobody noticed -- or at least, unlike the conventional way of death that has been portrayed in movies and books by the very cliché usage of the flatlining on the monitor. He had a good amount of hair for an old man in his nineties.

Then again, it might've been his deteriorating health that made him look older than he actually was when he died. Time seemed to pass a lot slower when they let me see them. Unlike the way his skin seemed to sink in between his ribs and wrap around the bones of his arms, his eyes were full of light. The kind that I recognised when I was at school. I didn't know then, because I was just a child he realised could see his soul. But I will never forget the blessing he placed on the top of my head. Every single word etched into my mind like carved into stone.

I told my grandmother about the man I saw earlier that day when my parents went to talk to the nurses of the elderly home. She was scared at first, when she realised her grandchild had abilities that not many had. Yet, she never told my parents, because she knew they would convince themselves that they could do something about it -- as if one could really remove the powers of a third eye all so easily.

Angels are not beings with wings or halos but instead, a bright orb of gold and white. The old man waved so dearly to me, after giving his children and grandchildren a kiss atop their heads though they couldn't feel it. He was 88, auspicious numbers in many cultures. Then when the orb of light drifted in through the window, I remember I could almost hear the sounds of kittens and puppies. But just as it neared him, I heard the familiar sounds of laughter from his children and grandchildren, then static sounds of radio and music I didn't recognise. I will later find out that the music belonged in the 40s.

The orb presents you with everything you've loved and enjoyed and held close to your heart in your life, and should you be content with what the orb has to offer you, then it must be time for you to go.

But where there is light, there is darkness. Where there are orbs of smiles and flowers, there are daggers of blood and evil lurking in the shadows. I was 13 when I saw evil in one of its many forms. I had a headache the entire day, a sign to tell me that my third eye is in close proximity with something that did not align with my believes and morals.

I had expected something to jump out at me through the reflection off the mirror, or a hand to burst through the ground and grab me by the ankle. But no, evil in one of its many forms does not need it to be horrifying and scary.

Her hair was long, and her face was covered in what looked like burn marks. 

Does Hell burn through you so quickly? 

She looks human, but her fingers were split down the middle, thorns sticking out every finger, in which on each hand she has ten.

As she graced the corridors of school, she sheds these thorns that drop like nails to the floor, waiting for someone to step on those facing upwards. Have you ever gotten a sharp ache or pinch in the soles of your feet when you're walking sometimes?

If you have, then you would've probably stepped on a Hell's Thorn, or at least, that's what I called it. I never found out if she could see me, but when I realised I could touch the thorns and kick them out of sight, they'd roll off into some corner before dissolving into red ash.

Over a decade of being stuck between two worlds. I've done enough reading to understand the dangers of prancing along this line, not being able to shut one side off completely. So, when the ghosts, demons and spirits hide in the shadows of my room, or stare at me point-blank in the middle of the day like a normal human being would, it becomes normal.

They are everywhere, even when you cannot feel them. It gets confusing, when they look more human than some human beings. 

Just how much longer... or how much more can I stay like this?

"I don't know where your diary is. If you're telling me it's here, then I'm telling you it's gone."

You are standing right smack in the middle of the school field, afternoon sun beaming down onto your hair. Squinting your eyes, you look around the large space of artificial grass and beyond that, the tracks, where students were finding some fun in running laps in the summer heat.

"But..."

"Lee Eun," Your heart breaks, more than necessary, because this is not the first time you've done it. "What you're looking for isn't here. The building your locker was in was torn down 20 years ago and if it was there, it's gone now. Or at least..." She watches you turn around and stare at the ground beneath your feet. "It's not here anymore."

Lee Eun was a student from your school that graduated in 2000. But she lost her life the day she graduated, only because she hadn't seen the brick falling from the nearby construction site where the school building you attended now was being built.

The silence becomes unbearable so you look up, but you only see the two male students jogging along the track and nobody else in sight. The orb did not come to collect Lee Eun's soul; this is not over.

The sweat has stuck your uniform to your back when you return to class, and it becomes apparent to you that a particular shadow has not shifted an inch since you've stepped into the classroom. You weren't in pain, so this entity is not a demon. Yet, you cannot identify its gender. It had no face, no hair, just... a volume of shadow and darkness and if the girls sitting before it knew it was there, they'd probably scream their head off. 

You know its staring at you with every intention in its spirit, though you cannot see its eyes. And it stays when the teacher enters the classroom with a new student trailing behind him. For a moment, your attention is diverted to Jang Jun Hyuk, hair brown and skin fair. The girls in the class were already ogling over him, it's not a surprise anymore. But the shadow turns to look at him, then at you, and the darkness dissolves into the beige wall behind it, vanishing as Jang Jun Hyuk bows and introduces himself.

Then the king of the class speaks at a volume you know you weren't supposed to hear, but consider it a special talent now that you've honed the skills of your third eye.

"Strange vibes," Lee Hyunjae was probably talking to Younghoon. "Don't you think there's something off about him?"

"Are you sure you're not just threatened that there's someone who rivals our popularity?"

Jang Jun Hyuk bows to the class, then is instructed by the teacher to take a seat diagonally behind you, right in front of Lee Hyunjae.

"Hey, new kid."

A frown gently presses itself into your forehead when you can hear Younghoon give Hyunjae a gentle whack on his shoulder.

"Where did you move from?"

"Ah, I moved from another city. My father was transferred."

The shadow was now standing by the door of the classroom, watching the teacher scribble on the whiteboard.

"Cool," Hyunjae offers a friendly laugh. That's more like him. "Join us at lunch, provided you don't have a crowd to hang out with yet."

“Uh, sure.”

The shadow turns to look at you -- even without eyes, you know it’s watching you. 

By the time you have been dragged to the cafeteria by your friends (though most people tend to think you’re weird for talking to yourself sometimes), Hyunjae has doubled over on some bench cracking up at a joke Jun Hyuk made. 

Your friends can’t help but to draw your attention to the new addition to the group of popular males. 

“Man fits right in, doesn’t he?” 

“At least he looks like one of them.”

“y/n,” One of the two call out to you. “What happened to... what was her name?”

“Lee Eun.”

“Right, the ghost from twenty years ago. How is she?” 

The two look at you with wide, glistening eyes. Most people aren’t as accommodating to your abilities, so it’s a blessing to have them by your side. 

“I haven’t seen her since earlier today. She said she had a diary in school but she never found it.”

“Well, maybe it is still in school somewhere, locked up in some lost and found box or lost in some locker. Why else would she still be here and can’t... you know, move on?”

You shrug. I wish I knew.

The library was always comforting. The silence, the sound of pages being flipped and the occasional clicking of someone’s keyboard. And strangely enough, the library’s never really a hotspot for other beings except humans.

The peace was, unfortunately, disrupted though, when Jun Hyuk shows up with his backpack and tie neat around his collar. You greet him subtly before returning to your notes, but he sits down opposite you and renders your desire to be alone useless.

“Hyunjae and Younghoon told me you would be here.”

The pen in your grip gets lowered into the ivory sheets, gaze travelling up to look at him through your lashes. “Lee Hyunjae and Kim Younghoon? Why would they tell you where I am?”

Jun Hyuk offers a shy smile, diverting his brown irises away from you for a second. “Because I asked.”

The cold air stings your nose when you suck in a deep breath. “Why, do you need help with work? Because I’m literally the worst person to ask--”

“No, I just needed to know where I could find you so I could spend time with you.”

Your heart begins to thump madly, because it’s not everyday that a guy is so straightforward with his intentions to someone he just met. 

“Uh--” You purse your lips in a bid to form a coherent sentence. “That’s really... honest of you.”

Jun Hyuk grins sweetly, eyes halving into crescents and creasing his skin around his lids. He has a dimple in his left cheek, a detail that you wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t sitting directly opposite you. 

“So, can I?”

Confusion strikes you, only because assumption is a dangerous thing we like to do. 

“Can you... what?”

“Hang out with you.”

The whir of the air-conditioner in the library becomes a little louder alongside the thumping that was now difficult to ignore in your head. 

The blood rushes up to your cheeks and you can feel your face catching fire, so Jun Hyuk eases it by restarting a conversation.

“Anyway, have you done the work from today?”

“I--” You look down at the worksheet he was taking out from his bag. It’s barely filled. “I’ve been staring at it for awhile now--”

“Not good at Math?”

“I’m better at...” Jun Hyuk takes the worksheet and gets up, scooting over to the seat next to you. A gulp finds a way down your throat. “...English and Literature...”

“Well, it’s your lucky day because I’m great at Math.”

Up close, Jin Hyuk smells like fresh linen. 

Not a great sign. He knows what makes a girl tick. 

Jun Hyuk spends the rest of the afternoon helping you with the worksheet, and the glimmer in his eyes...

“Are you listening?”

Your jaw slacks in surprise, blinking your attention away from staring at him. A chuckle sounds from Jun Hyuk, who looks away with the slightest hint of pride.

Jun Hyuk makes you feel like you are prancing on clouds for the next few weeks. The little notes he passed in class that earned the attention of his new friends, Younghoon and Hyunjae. The sweets and treats that he’d leave on your desk before school and the after-school study sessions were your favourite part of the day. 

He’d expected you to be calm and collected when he took the initiative to hold your hand under the table, but he could read how nervous and anxious you got, so he thinks it’s a good idea to ease that anxiety with a kiss on your cheek. 

Lee Eun was no longer around to ask you for her diary, but the faceless shadow was still tailing you when you were in the classroom. It’s never interfered with your daily routine though, thus you choose to leave it be and enjoy being a normal teenager for once. 

Three months after you met Jun Hyuk though, you could tell Hyunjae was deliberately steering away from him, dragging Younghoon along with him. You can’t help but wonder if it was because you and Jun Hyuk were now romantically involved and that Hyunjae had probably caught wind of the fact that you could see things that weren’t there, leading him to ostracise Jun Hyuk. 

Not that it had that much effect anyway, Jun Hyuk was a charming boy on his own; he didn’t need Hyunjae’s help to ‘make it’ in school.

The day carries on as per usual with Jun Hyuk staying in school to study with you. Hands busy scribbling away and eyes darting across worksheets, you’ve always admired how focussed he gets when he does his work. 

In attempt to pull him out of his stress-bubble, you cap on your pen and lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder after making sure there was nobody else left in the library. 

“Do you want to take a break? You’ve been going at it for quite some time now.”

“I’m just about there, just hold on a minute, would you?”

A pout surfaces on your lips. “I know. I just... do you ever feel bad that Hyunjae and Younghoon aren’t as close to you as before?”

Jun Hyuk finishes the line he’s writing and looks up at you. “Why would I?”

“I don’t know, I just... you must’ve heard the rumor that I can see ghosts. Aren’t you upset that they might be leaving you out because of that?”

“You can see ghosts?” He scoffs. His attitude feels strange today, though he hasn’t said anything wrong. “That’s just stupid. And no, I don’t really care.”

“Oh,” A pause halts you, so you can think of an appropriate response. “You don’t... believe in ghosts or spirits?”

“No, that stuff is for kids.”

The thought of Jun Hyuk not believing in something you were known to be able to see was strangely more discomforting than not.

“Why’d you ask about Hyunjae and Younghoon? I thought you weren’t close with those guys?” He’s placing his pens into his pencil case and keeping his worksheets in his file. You start doing the same. 

“I-- I’m not, I’m just asking for your sake.”

“My sake?” He clears the table of his items and leans back in his seat. “Why would it bother me? Is it because you don’t get to talk to them anymore?”

“What? Why would that matter to me?”

“I don’t know, you were pretty smitten with Hyunjae just a few weeks ago.”

“Since when?”

“You think I didn’t notice when you were smiling at him when he was making those jokes-- they weren’t even that funny?”

A frown has finally cemented itself between your brows. “I’m sorry, where is this jealousy even coming from? Why didn’t you just tell me when you saw it?”

Jun Hyuk goes silent, and you can tell he’s upset just by thinking about it. Sighing, you rest your head on his shoulder again in a bid to appease his anger. 

“Alright, I’m sorry, okay? I was just concerned that you might feel left out or anything. And rest assured, I wasn’t flirting with Hyunjae.”

Jun Hyuk hums in response, reaching your chin to pull you closer. Your heart starts to pound in your ear when he doesn’t hesitate to press his lips against yours, the sudden intimacy catching you off-guard and sending chills down your spine. 

Something doesn’t feel right.

“Jun--” You manage to cough out, just as he starts to bury his nose and lips into your neck. “Jun Hyuk, not here.”

“Come on, there’s nobody here. Isn’t it exciting?” He smirks into your skin but it makes you feel dirty. 

“Jun, we really shouldn’t. I’m tired today so...” Gently pushing him off, his eyes are now filled with the ache of rejection. Somewhere inside you, you hope that he understands. But you also hope he knows he’s being an asshole.

“I... I think I’m going to go,” Backing away, you can hear your heart in your ears as you reverse, returning to the table to clear your stationery. His footsteps come dangerously close behind you before you are yanked around violently, each of your elbows coming into tight restraint in his palms. 

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going home,” When your eyes meet his, they are dark under the lighting. And even then, it seems like the man you trusted had turned to dust and blown away in the wind. “Please, let me go.”

“But don’t you trust me? Didn’t you say that you didn’t know what you’d do without me?” It’s horrifying when his nose comes dangerously closely to yours, his lips that were once part of a daydream now slowly being torn to shreds, forming an idea of a nightmare in your mind. 

If you could feel darkness, you were sure you could hurl out nothing but black masses, when he aggressively pastes his lips to yours. There’s a stark difference being in love and being trustworthy... and being this person who was cutting off the blood supply from your face to your mouth now. 

“Let me go, please!” Your strength is rendered useless in his tight grip around your wrists, and now he decides to shift his tongue to your neck, harshly sucking on the skin and flesh and making you want to hurl and sob instead. The struggle you offered was of no use to Jun Hyuk, not when he is able to shove you backwards and plaster your back to the study desk with all your pens and pencils under your back. 

“Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?!” 

“You should’ve thought about that before you kissed me first in the garden the other day, no?”

The tears finally stream when the betrayal sets in. Not even prayers would work anymore, would they?

Using his upper body weight to hold you to the table, the metal clinking of his belt comes like a warning when you can feel the tears wetting the strands of your hair. 

“Jun Hyuk, please...”

“Shut up,” Ice cold fingers run up the length of your thighs and around your hips under your skirt, scratching your skin as he removes your underwear. “Isn’t this how much you trust me?”

Sobs run through gritted teeth as your chin tilts to the ceiling, his body absorbing every ounce of struggle and force you were exerting on him. But, it was so easily drained into him that you were gradually turning limp and lifeless. Hearing him undo his zipper while he wets and marks your skin with his tongue and teeth shuts off all your senses. Your eyes flutter shut with resignation, the shivering and trembling seeping away with your need to escape. 

Help me. 

Something fuses loudly. The lights go off. 

“Who’s there?! Motherfucker!” 

The zip goes back up, and the weight on you shifts away. 

“I’m going to kill you!”

His voice wears away, getting softer with his footsteps. 

Still crying, you pull up your underwear that was dangling at your ankles and push yourself off the surface of the table. Everything on the desk gets swept into your back before you stumble out of the secluded study area, the light of the late sunset greeting your tear stained face. 

Reaching home feels like reaching the end point in a marathon, just that instead of feeling pride and glory, you were feeling nothing but worthlessness. 

The lukewarm water feels like a gentle hug around your body when you sink into the cold marble, knees propped up and surfaced with your feet flat against the base of the bathtub. 

Swollen eyes from crying but too tired to cry somemore, and you find difficulty in even remembering why you even fell for Jun Hyuk in the first place.

It was my fault for bringing it up. I shouldn’t have brought it up. 

Maybe if I didn’t have this gift then I didn’t need to ask or worry about Jun Hyuk being ostracised. Maybe it shouldn’t be called a gift after all.

This pain is temporary, right? This small blade can do more than ease the pain. This blood that colors the water can do more than dry the tears from my eyes.

I wish I wasn’t born with this gift. 

You close your eyes and let yourself sink into the tub, under the surface of the water. The water starts to feel thicker, and before you can count to five, it starts going up your nose. 

But then it feels like you’ve been sucked into another dimension and thrown back onto your bed when you gasp, sitting up and choking out what feels like water in your throat. 

Your hands fumble around yourself, and you wince when you look down at your wrists. The vertical cut looked more like a scar that’s already healed, rather than an injury you had chosen to inflict on yourself just hours before.

The clock strikes 3.33am, and while you would usually be kind of freaked out because 3 is not an auspicious number, you can’t help but to feel some kind of relief when you realised you were still alive. 

The next few days you spend in the shadows. Jun Hyuk tries to apologise to you on more than one occasion, but when you glitch and nearly break down when he gets anywhere near you, your friends start to understand that something had happened.

Why would you want to take your life all of a sudden?

Mr. Shadowman doesn’t leave you alone though. Instead, it starts following you more aggressively, showing up in the strangest of places and in the most horrendous positions. You had seen it standing with its feet planted to the ceiling of the cafeteria, then again standing perfectly still behind the classroom door when the teacher closed it. 

Then it finally follows you into the bathroom after school. You’ve changed your studying location to your classroom, so you wouldn’t need to worry about being alone.

But no matter how many times you see this shadow, seeing it curled up under the sink in the female’s toilet makes you yelp and jump backwards, not even enticing a reaction from it.��

“You...” Gripping the edge of the sink, you squat and stare at it. “What do you need from me?”

“I wouldn’t go anywhere nearer to it if I were you.” Your eyes dart up into the broken glass above the sink. Seeing Hyunjae staring at you through the reflection, with the pillar hiding the rest of his body was surprising. 

It dawns on you that whatever you were seeing, Hyunjae could see it too.

The shadow remained still under the sink, crouched into a mass like someone holding its knees to its chest. The water dripping from under the sink slips through the mass like it wasn’t there. Hyunjae spares you a few seconds to stare at it some more until he grabs your arm and pulls you out of the toilet.

“What the-- don’t touch me--” Yanking your wrist out of his hands, you jerk away from him. The impact pulls your sleeves upwards, revealing the bruises that Jun Hyuk had left on you just a few days ago -- and the scar of the cut down your forearm. 

His attention is stolen by the marks, cuing you to nervously pull your sleeves back down as you steal a glance at Hyunjae’s face. 

“Don’t interact with that thing,” He advises after a few moments of silence. “It’s been following you.”

Looking up with a harsh frown on your face, confusion and anger starts to seep through your bones. 

“You mean to tell me you could see these things all this while?”

Hyunjae’s eyes fill with a tiny pinch of guilt, but he doesn’t look away. 

“That thing is harmless,” Your thumb brushes across the area where the bruise was hidden under the material of your sleeve. “It saved me.”

“If it’s harmless or any bit human then why doesn’t it have a face? Or eyes or hair or a mouth?”

“So, you can’t see what it is either. Have you seen others? Ghosts, the angel orbs, demons--”

“Get this clear in your head, I am not here to discuss what you can see,” Hyunjae takes a step closer and looks at you with an expression you can’t read. Was he angry? Frustrated? Worried? Concerned?

“But do not engage with whatever that is. They only stick around if you entertain it, and right now, you are just short of becoming friends with it.”

“You make it sound like you know everything about that other world.”

“And you make it sound like you haven’t seen a demon and that there are no dangers of it.”

The proximity starts to make you anxious; his build is similar to Jun Hyuk’s and the physical confrontation starts to knock on your skull is all the ways possible. Hyunjae retreats when he notices your eyes are unable to meet his now, and he walks away with his fists clenched. 

That night, you are unable to fall asleep. Not with the new revelation that Hyunjae can see the same things you do. Or was it just the shadow that he can see?

Has he seen the orbs or angels or demons?

You sit up in your bed, eyes adjusting to the darkness when a thud wakes you up. The crickets outside are loud in the silent night, but it takes you just a split second to recognise the shadow standing in the corner where the door meets the corner of the room. 

Keeping your eyes peeled, you fumble around at your nightstand, searching for the button of the lamp. It doesn’t disappear though, when the amber light illuminates the cream-pink room. 

“What do you need?” The query comes out more like a whisper, because most spirits you meet are ghosts who need your help or are willing to talk to you -- most of them have faces and eyes and have some resemblance to being human at some point of time in their life. 

The shadow pulls itself off the wall, and turns from a flat, regular shadow into a mass of darkness; the same way it was in the classroom when you first saw it, then later under the sink in the bathroom. 

This is the first time this has happened -- a shadow that was very obviously a being and yet you cannot decide if it was something harmful or something that once walked the Earth. 

By now, the shadow is just about two metres away from your bed, yet you find yourself inching backwards because you cannot predict what it would (or could) do to you. 

Then it lifts an arm that reaches out to you, darkness flowing like steam off its limbs as it gets closer to you. But just before it can touch you, a flash of brightness interrupts your interaction.

“Stop.”

Your room is brightly lit up for a split second, blinding you from seeing the shadow. So when your eyes come back into focus, your eyes are about to fall out of your skull when you recognise the back of someone you know. 

Hyunjae was standing right next to your bed, between you and the shadow, now visibly a physical  blob of darkness. 

“You have no business here with her. You don’t even need to be here.”

Silence. 

Hyunjae looks at the shadow intently. He is listening to it talk to him, but you hear nothing but the crickets chirping outside. 

“Jang Jun Hyuk will be mine to deal with, not yours. You do not need to be here.”

Lee Hyunjae... just what are you?

“Seer but is she a...”

“What did you just say?” You blurt out when the strange croak gets to your head. Hyunjae flinches and turns around to look at you, eyes flickering with worry before turning back to the shadow.

Now, you can see blue orbs for eyes and skin pulled and stretched like it had been worn out through hundreds of years. It was neither a ghost nor human. 

It didn’t look like Lee Eun or the elderly man you saw when you were 8, nor did it look like the female demon you saw at 13. 

“Leave, you do not belong here.”

“To deserves she know.”

“Know what?” Impatience and fear was getting the better of you, and if Hyunjae was more than human, he would know. “...That I can see you?”

“No, she cannot know!” Hyunjae tries to block you from the ghoul. “That is not your place to tell her!”

The ghoul proves more powerful than Hyunjae and reaches right through him, creating a bright outline of his limb through Hyunjae’s chest. 

“No!” 

That was the last thing you hear just as the shadow touches your forehead, snapping your neck backwards and sending your memory into a dimension you cannot recognise. 

“You will be blessed with eternal protection.”

That was the blessing the elderly man offered you when you were eight. Little did you know that he was merely reading a blessing pinned to your existence on its own. 

"The son of Saint Michael had fallen in love with the fairy of the mortals. Saint Michael hadn’t offered the tiniest bit of worry or concern over his son becoming star-crossed lovers. Angels were meant to be with angels and fairies with fairies... Granted that even if you did know about his son’s feelings, you would eventually realise that it was against the laws of the world, for you were a gateway for the Good to seep into the mortal world. But what Saint Michael did not know was that the fairy his son had fallen in love with had stored the same amount of love he had for her in his heart.” 

“The Heavens forbid star-crossed lovers between the two breeds of beings. Saint Michael himself couldn’t believe it when his son caved into his feelings right after you did. Fairies were fickle-minded; the only beings of the world of immortals that once walked the Earth as human beings. It was expected that you would provide the same love to the Archangel’s son -- but when he decided to embrace you in his all-gold halo of light... Saint Michael knew he could not afford losing the bearings of his son. He had decided that mortalising you would be a smart decision; keeping you close by letting you protect your ability to connect with this world but restraining you from ever returning to Hyunjae’s side.”

“Yet, like mortals, even immortal beings are unable to fight the strength of love. Hyunjae had decided descend to the world of the Humans and Mortals... to protect you by your side in your second life, allowing you to see him, touch him.”

The day you were reborn was the day Hyunjae had decided to humanise himself, albeit the process was draining and set him on a ticking clock from returning to the other world.

The ghoul looks at you, his blue eyes now revealing himself as a fairy who had disguised himself, in a bid to warn you before you had sold your heart to Hyunjae, something you cannot be with.

“You are paying the price for a fault that was his, do you not bear any resentment?”

The memories return. Flashes of Hyunjae smiling at you because he knew you could see him. The kisses that stained his skin because you were a mere mortal with abilities, and he was a being that was meant for more. 

“How is this his fault?”

The fairy is silent, thinking of the words to say. 

“Had he lived up to the responsibilities of being the son of Saint Michael, he wouldn’t have caved in.”

Your hair feels light around your shoulders, watching the fairy slowly morph into something less ambiguous. 

“What would have happened if we didn’t fall in love in my first life?”

The fairy had grown wings that looks like glass, reflecting light into seven colors into the abyss beyond you. He looks at you, blue eyes never faltering. 

“You would’ve become an Undine Fairy, and Hyunjae would’ve had to return to the world of the Skies--”

“And I would never see him again.”

He can see that you’ve had a glimpse into your past life; the forbidden love you had for Hyunjae now buried deep inside you. It feels like someone had just stuck a shovel 6 feet into your heart and dug out every remnant he could find. 

“Would you have let him go, had he been true to his existence and you had become an Undine?”

“There’s no way I can answer that, can I?”

The fairy blinks and starts walking backwards. “The rules between the two Worlds are forged in stone, but everybody knows that the matters of the spirit and soul cannot be bound by tangible logic. Your choice depends on what you believe: will you choose to believe what you see or what you feel?”

The question echoes inside your head, and the world around you flashes brightly like you had just died and walked into heaven.

Your consciousness returns to current time, eyes fluttering open as your alarm clock rings you awake. Sitting opposite you, eyes closed as you watch him snoozing lightly despite sitting in a chair, you feel a pinch in your chest. 

It’s not his fault, and never will be. 

[juyeonau-main]

drifted

pairing: eric x reader ft. sunwoo, hyunjae and younghoon

genre: angst, suggestive, exes au, requested

word count: 2.2k

requested by: anon

warnings: bad breakup, mature language, mature themes, alcohol intake, smoking, parties, mentions of vomit, blood, anxiety 

prompt: “all my demons have your smile, in the city of angels” from la la lost you by niki

synopsis: after some time avoiding each other even if it was inevitable, he called you very late at night, wanting two things before he leaves; a last kiss and some closure.

★

“Eric what’s wrong please tell me, please just tell me what the hell you’re thinking! We’re so detached from one another, we’ve drifted apart. Please I wanna know what’s keeping you so quiet nowadays, please tell me!” you say as you walk behind him in the hallways. Not even caring if other people watched. He walks to the end of the hallway to the door to the field. You grab his arm and he shakes it off you, looking at you with a soft frown with harsh eyes. 

“I’m breaking up with you, I’m tired, leave me alone.” he says. You gasp, “I don’t understand why are you being like this?” He flinches at the face you made. He hated seeing you in pain, and the moment you asked him the question your voice croaked as your mouth quivered. 

He breathes deeply, “I just want to be alone.” 

So you left him, clenching your fists as you stomp away with tears falling out of your eyes.

“Y/n baby!” you hear Hyunjae say with his arms open, and Sunwoo called for you as he walked by the halls. But the moment you looked at him, his face frowned, eyebrows furrowed and pulled you to him, hugging you as you cried. 

★

You sigh as you sit on the rooftop of your friend’s house. Currently at a house party you never wanted to attend. Hyunjae was lonely, needed company, but he didn’t seem to need you the moment more and more people mistook his small gathering as a ‘party.’ 

And there he goes, in the swimming pool with only his boxers and a bottle of vodka. You roll your eyes. You would usually want to join in on the fun, but today wasn’t a good day. Hyunjae knew that, and that’s why he wanted a ‘small’ gathering in the first place. Maybe you gave him the benefit of the doubt, that the people just suddenly appeared was out of his control. Besides, this could help him cope with the emptiness he was feeling.

The feeling of losing someone. 

But why were you so bothered that night you avoided contact with the people you liked to have fun with? Why is it so easy for you to leave parties when you’re usually the last to leave? 

Because on the walk to Hyunjae’s, you’ve seen the boy who’s broken your heart. “Sohn Eric.” you mumble his name as you look at the night sky. You and him had a pretty stable relationship, but there was always something off with him the few months before he finally left you. Eric had been your best friend since pre-school, decided to date you so suddenly in the tenth grade, and now as you’re about to graduate, he breaks it off. It’s been a few months, one more and it’s been half a year since you’ve been together. You think it was shitty, him breaking it off with you so coldly like those years never meant anything. And it was during your midterms too, how could someone be so selfish? Couldn’t he at least wait after midterms?

As much as you’d like to avoid him, he’s always there. What could you do? You both are literally on the same campus, you’re friends with his friends even before you were together, your best friend is Kim Sunwoo who’s literally always with him too. You hug your legs, resting your chin on your knees as your eyes follow Hyunjae swimming from side to side in a drunken state. 

You stayed quiet for a while, but you felt someone tap your shoulder. “Sunwoo, hey.” you tell him, patting the space beside you. He was only in his boxers too, hair dripping wet, probably swam. And he reeked of alcohol. “Are you drunk and horny? Cause I’d rather not do it with you. You’re hot, but drunk, and I’ve lost enough people by locking lips with them, but then again I’m pretty lonely.” 

Sunwoo chuckles, “I’m a bit tipsy but Hyunjae drinking in the pool made the vodka mix into the water. It’s for sure ninety percent alcohol and ten percent water now if it was possible. I smell horrible but yeah, swimming was… interesting. Wish you were there with me fucking everyone up though.” 

“Probably not, but please tell Hyunjae to take it easy, I’m fucking concerned.” you say with a sigh. 

He hums, “let him. He’s the older one between us three, and he’d beat my ass if I try anything. He’s probably in his own world now.” 

You both look up, thoughts both filled up your minds as you count each star, and how Sunwoo traced each one together. But he found the silent too awkward and broke it off, with something he knew you couldn’t stay silent about. “I heard the Eric thing. How are you both by the way? I asked him but he never told me about it. And we’re the closer ones, so could you give me anything?”

“Funny. I’m vulnerable and you use this tactic on me to talk, I hate you.” you grunt and moved further. 

Sunwoo scrunches his nose and slides, sitting closer to you than before. Both shoulders touching, you could already feel the cloth of your sweater getting drenched with the wetness of his skin. “Though, I kinda owe you an answer since you literally worked your ass off to keep us together whenever we fought. But I honestly don’t know. Like we’ve broken up, we’re trying to leave it in the past, but we can’t seem to face each other; which is fine, like I’d want to see his face.”

“It’s a face you kissed.” Sunwoo says, making the kiss sound.

You cringe at him and say a cold, “whatever.”

He laughs and asks you, “had Eric he’d ever try? Like to get back with you?” 

And your answer, “I don’t know. I blocked his number so he probably couldn’t call me.” 

Sunwoo pouts at your statement and wraps an arm around your shoulders. You try to swat him away, “you’re going to make me wet!” you say as you try to push him from you, but realizing the statement you just made you mentally face palmed. “That sounds so wrong fuck!” you say and giggle at yourself. Sunwoo still hadn’t let go, you could feel his warmth around you and his warm breath by your cheek. 

You don’t know what it is but the sudden company of Sunwoo had made you crave something. A tender touch perhaps? A small kiss? You denied him before he even tried anything, nor not even knowing if he had the intention to or not. Were you lonely? Maybe, but you didn’t know what was happening. Yes you had a bit to drink before the small gathering was thrashed for you, but you felt sober. “Sunwoo I-” you say, he looks at you but before you could’ve done anything your phone rings beside you with an unknown caller. 

“Answer, it looks familiar.” he says with a smile. “Well, I’ll go because I’m literally slipping. Also, tell me what happens, okay?” he waves and you were left dumbfounded. 

“Sunwoo what do you...mean.” you look back and he was no longer there. How slick. 

You answer your phone, shakily bringing up to your ear. Sunwoo’s words add onto your anxiety. “Hello?” you say with a shaky breath. 

And the moment the opposite line began to speak, you froze. “Y/n, go home, I’m at your front door, I need to tell you something.” and he ends the call. You didn’t know what to feel, but your body moved for you.

You quickly go down the rooftop, climbing down the tree and walking inside the house. Bottles everywhere, food scattered. The smell of smoke, bottles and vomit were everywhere. There was even dried blood by the living room. You go to the front door, meeting Younghoon by the staircase with a cigarette. “Leaving so soon?” 

“Too boring for me.” you tell him. 

He shrugs, “it’s cause you’re sober.”

“I don’t need to be drunk to have fun. Now I have to go, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, hopefully you’re not as ruined as the rest.” you give him a genuine smile, and he replies with a grin. He takes a puff on his stick and you grab your coat by the side, and head out. 

It wasn’t a long walk. You had your hands in your pocket as you took your time to get home. You were nervous, you could’ve just blocked the number, but something told you to just give him what you wanted. 

After a few more minutes, there was the boy who’d requested for your appearance, strangely at your own home sitting at the front porch. As you open the gate and enter, he looks up and stands. “Y/n.” 

“Say what you want and leave.” Maybe you were too harsh on him. But as you feel guilty you remember the scene that liked to reappear in your dreams. 

“What if I want to be with you for now?”

You scoff at him, looking at him wide eyed as you try to repeat what he’d just said. “Excuse me?” you say, holding yourself back without giving him a slap. 

“I’d like to be with you, and I just… I know this is the right thing to do. So please hear me out before I say my last goodbye.” 

“Last hello too, huh.” you say in spite. 

He sighs, “please just let me, please?” he pleads, giving you the tilt of the head you can’t seem to resist. “Okay, then we’ll talk inside.” you say and push him to the side. 

You crouch as you lift your home’s rug, grabbing the key and unlocking your home. “Come on.” you say as your gesture for him to come inside with a nod. 

You both settle down on your living room’s couch as Eric sits comfortably. You hated it, the way he’s being so calm while you’re about to burst. The mere sight of him hurt you, and you were really hurt. But how could he come here and act like he never did anything? 

“I miss you, all my demons have your smile, in the city of angels.” he says so suddenly, but you hadn’t bought it. 

“If you’re going to sweet talk me, just leave.” 

He frowns, and leans towards you. You moved back, yet he crawled on the couch, til you leaned on its end. You push him off, a look of horror on your face, the feeling of betrayal once again, heart pounding as he looked at you with sad eyes. His hand on his chest as he tried to calm it down. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you say. Spitting out more shouts of anger, getting nearer and nearer on him on the couch. You get on his lap as you hit his chest, but your thighs wrapping unconsciously around him like it was always used to. He held your hands and hugged you. 

“I’m leaving Y/n. I’m moving… back to LA.” He looks at your eyes. You pushed yourself away from him. 

You open your mouth, looking around you as you try to form a sentence. You force out your words, each space filled with a choked sob. “Is this why you broke up with me?” You wanted to throw up. It was too much for you to handle, this was too much. 

“I thought it would be better if… you end up hating me.”

Your hand comes in contact with his cheek. “I’m fine with a fucking long distance relationship! I’m fine! Why didn’t you tell me? We always told each other that…” you say, but you were dissociating. Your head spinning, you look at his eyes. You’ve seen this before, like deja vu. 

“Because I won’t be coming back. I’d stay there, and I don’t want you to be lonely. I know Sunwoo likes you. I just know he’d be a better fit. Besides, you would’ve dated him if he asked first.” Eric says with a chuckle. 

“But you’re the one I love Eric.” you say softly. Yet your mood changes quick, “fuck you. You’re just saying this for your selfish gain. You’re the one who doesn’t want to suffer.” you say, sobs in between. 

You wipe your tears. Eric stays silent for a moment, and maybe you were right. Maybe he doesn’t want to suffer, he doesn’t have the patience to wait til he could finally go back. And you were his first girlfriend. Time spent with you was vulnerable, but maybe you needed to break apart. Maybe you two were never meant for each other. 

“Can I at least have one last request?” he asks. You remove your hands from your eyes. Face puffy and eyes sore. Eric was right in front of you with a sad smile, and you couldn’t help but just give in, nodding weakly. 

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. You gasp at his sudden action, but you thought to yourself that this was meant to happen. And crashes your lips together, feeling each other's tears run down your faces. 

Closure.