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Let Our Circle Be Unbroken Ch. 6 || Multi-Group

FANDOM: NCT [other groups will be featured/mentioned]

PAIRING: Jaehyun x Taeyong, Yuta x OC

WORD COUNT: 3,121

RATING: PG-13

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: N/A

SUMMARY: Surviving a near death experience comes with a lot of surprises when warlock Jeong Jaehyun finds a dragon in a place that holds tragic memories for him. Nothing is as whirlwind, though, as when Jaehyun begins to meet the little clan of misfits Taeyong has gathered over the years and a mystery is revealed.

TAGLIST: @no1likemybbgcharlie, @spookidema

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Author's Note: To all of my lovely dearies still interested in this mayhem, things are going to start developing soon. We've almost reached the beginning of the first arc I have planned, so bear with me for one more chapter, yeah?

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Chapter Six

The days kind of blurred together as Jaehyun continued his recovery, interacting and observing everyone as it came around. He still struggled with names, but the number of people roaming the manor and grounds had also grown a great deal. There were some that weren't particularly social with him, but he knew not to be offended. From those who were sociable with him, he began to learn more about those around him. He discovered that Yeosang and Geonhak were newly mated, that Seonghwa was both mate and familiar to Hongjoong, and that the small fox Dongju had lost his mate a decade prior. As he and Arashi got back to normal, Jaehyun found the occasional heaviness of dread encasing him. He wasn't sure where it came from, but it seemed to get worse the better he got. He chose not to divulge the situation to any of the others, letting the moments pass on their own even when they lingered.

“Jaehyun?”

The voice shattered the current moment of feeling frozen in place, and Jaehyun blinked rapidly for a second before turning towards the voice to find Taeyong watching him in concern. “I'm sorry, Taeyong. I must have turned out for a moment.”

“It's okay. I was just asking if you were alright.”

“Why wouldn't I be?”

Taeyong seemed to mull over how he wanted to word the next sentence. “I've noticed you've started…mentally disappearing on us randomly and it's been increasing in frequency.” He replied. “Do you need Arashi to look you over again?”

“Her magic is finally back to normal, Taeyong.” Jaehyun protested, looking to where Arashi was at one of the picnic tables in the yard with Yuta, Johnny and Jisung. “I'm sure I'm just fine.”

Taeyong doesn't seem convinced, but he nodded regardless. “How are your wards? I know you recently checked up on them again.”

“They're well.” Jaehyun began, grateful for the change of topic. “Remi and her kids will be vacating soon, the paperwork for their new home is complete. They'll be safe with connections lined up to get them back on their feet. She was particularly upset when I first contacted them after waking up.” He chuckled a little at the memory, moving to sit on the nearby porch swing. Day was fading to night, and a faint chill had started settling in; fall giving way to winter.

“And you set everything up for them while they're in the safe houses?”

Jaehyun looked at where Taeyong stood to the side of the swing, head tilting curiously. “How did you know that?”

“I overheard you explaining it to Hwanwoong the other day.” Taeyong replied with a shrug of one shoulder. “You go through great links to help people in need, you even have a superbly set up network of hosts and opportunities.”

“It's really not so different from how you've been helping me.”

“But it is different.” Taeyong replied. “You help these people in their worst hours, give them hope and find them jobs, homes, new lives from whatever they've decided to leave behind. You give them their lives back.”

“How is that different from how you've helped me, or when you helped any of your clan members?”

“I help people who only need help in the moment.” Taeyong replied. “They show up and I do whatever I can to help. They already have resources of their own, y’know?”

“That does not change who you are, Taeyong.” Jaehyun countereded. “How many of your clan have chosen to stay because of how you've helped or treated them in those moments?”

Taeyong looked up, eyes a fraction wider than usual as Jaehyun spoke. “Well…” he stopped to think, brow furrowed as he concentrated. “Most of them, actually.”

“It's the same concept, but….in a different font, as humans would say today.” Jaehyun replied. “We both help people in need, but in our own ways. You connect people into a family. All your Neos, Arashi, the clans of her familiars? Taeyong, that connection is because of you. That connection stays, builds and strengthens. Once my wards phase out into their new lives, I hear from them maybe once or twice a year. I'm a grateful memory for them, fleeting as it is, but just a memory.”

“I'm sure you mean more to them than that, Jae.”

“I've lived long enough not to expect more.” Jaehyun replied. “Your clan directly links back to you at all times. You're their leader.”

“I know, even when everyone drifts now and again.” Taeyong took a moment to look towards the sky from where he stood.

“Does the drifting bother you?”

“From time to time, mainly when it's just me for a while.” Taeyong admitted. “But typically when it starts to bother me too much, they somehow all seem to drift back home.”

“You sound like a mother hen.” Jaehyun teased. “Surely you have a lover or something. A mate, even.” His face turned to surprise when Taeyong shook his head. “Never?”

“Oh, I've had plenty of lovers over the years.” Taeyong assured. “But with rebuilding the manor and everything else going on with the clan, romance hasn't been a priority to me. Just don't let Johnny or Lucas find out.”

“Are they the attempted match makers Yuta and Jisung mentioned?”

Taeyong giggled at the wording. “Attempted is very accurate, though the matches are not always a disaster. They want me to be happy, all of them do, but honestly, I've been focused on the clan more than anything in recent years.”

“I understand that feeling. My cafe, my wards, they have been given a hundred and fifty percent of my focus, romance has just been on a back burner.”

“Romance is difficult enough for a nonhuman.” Taeyong agreed. “It becomes harder when our mates are human.”

“Speaking from experience?”

Taeyong shook his head, rainbow tresses shifting with the movement before he ran a hand through his hair. “I've never found my mate, but I've seen what it can do. Two of my clan members had humans for mates; one outright rejected them and the other died before they could be told. Dongju’s brother has a human mate who’s fighting cancer. It can be difficult, given our much longer lifespans, but there are those who make it work.”

“You're a wonderful leader, taking care of so many.”

Taeyong laughed a little at the observation. “I'm a dragon, Jaehyun. My clan pales in comparison to the hundreds in my birth clan, even when taking the Aurora and Moon clans into account.” His attention was taken to the doorway as one of said underlings, Kun, if Jaehyun remembered right, poked his head around the doorway to let them know dinner would be done soon. “I'll let those out here know, Kun. Thank you.”

“So many chefs.” Jaehyun mused.

“It helps keep the menu interesting, that's for sure.” Taeyong replied. “It’s nice to finally have the house full of sound.”

“I'm glad everyone gets along at least a little.” Jaehyun replied.

“There are some weak points, but yes. In particular, Mark is coming around, albeit slowly.” Taeyong answered with a sigh and shook his head. “He understands but doesn't at the same time. He's still relatively young for his species, as I'm sure you've realized by now.”

“Taeyong…what happened exactly? If it's okay to ask.”

“I would answer that, but I feel like that's something you should talk to Yuta or Mark about.” Taeyong replied, sighing. “Arashi doesn't particularly like talking about it, and I don't blame her, honestly. Mark really made it difficult for her early on, so I'm surprised she's so amicable with Donghyuck.” He paused for a moment, looking at Jaehyun pointedly. “Don’t think diverting the subject is going to get you off the hook about whatever is bothering you.”

“I'm sure it's just that I'm getting used to this place not being what it was.” Jaehyun attempted to brush it off. Taeyong still doesn't seem appeased by the newest answer, but doesn't press. Jaehyun found he doesn't know if he approved of it, even if he understood Taeyong respecting his choice to not disclose. He got through the evening well enough, turning in when most of the others do, still sleeping in the room he originally woke up in.

The night was relatively quiet, a few distant snores and house noises, when Jaehyun startled awake, frozen in his bed.

“Pesky little beast.” A voice croaked from one side of the room, and Jaehyun didn't need to look to know the attached body. The voice alone was etched into his memory like a cancer. His pulse jumped in rhythm, eyes staying shut as he willed it away. “So troublesome, causing problems left and right.”

Jaehyun was rigid in the bed, stiffening as there was suddenly an overbearing presence lingering next to the bed that felt like it was flickering. Breath came in uneven pants, trying to fight the urge to tremble in the woman's presence. ‘She isn't real. She's not.’ he repeated like a mantra in his mind.

“Look at me, you whelp.”

Jaehyun refused to move, feigning sleep before a clawed hand gripped his throat with an accompanied growl. He crashed to the floor, flailing with a shout and reached to grab at the arm attached to the hand. The moment he made contact, his eyes flew open, meeting a pair of glowing ruby eyes and a mouth of fangs framed by silvery-blue tresses. “Mana.” he gasped out, pressure at his throat making his head spin from lack of air.

“Who do you think you are, coming back here?” The woman hissed as Jaehyun’s claws elongated and he tried to rip himself from her grasp, the sides of his vision darkening the longer he remained trapped in her grip. “Don't you know the hell you caused?! The blood on your hands?!” There was the sound of a door slamming and suddenly the pressure vanished, allowing Jaehyun to roll to his side and gasp in lungfuls of air while simultaneously coughing, hearing distorted as he regained his senses.

“Jae?” a voice was near and Jaehyun recoiled when a hand touched his arm, scrambling from the contact with a whimper as tears pricked at his eyes.

“No, no, no, no, no.” Jaehyun panted, tears turning to sobs as panic set in. “It isn't real. It's not real.” He was little more than a broken child, coughing between sobs with his hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair.

“Jaehyun, it's okay, it's me.” The voice registered again, softer, but no touch was attempted this time. Jaehyun was aware of them sitting near him, their presence not dangerous but still unnerving for him in his current state. “I need you to open your eyes for me, okay, Jaehyun? I need you to look at me.”

Jaehyun frantically shook his head, claws beginning to dig into his palms. When something touched his wrist, he lashed out with a low hiss, only to have everything suddenly stand still, including his breath. The presence withdrew carefully, and Jaehyun found his breath beginning to regulate once he was safely alone. He remained curled in the fetal position on his floor as the tears and coughing eased into sniffles and exhaustion. In the aftermath of whatever had visited him, Jaehyun was vaguely aware of the faintest hint of copper, but his body was too heavy to move and figure it out.

He woke in his bed with a gasp of consciousness, sitting bolt upright, which sent a now warm rag falling from his forehead into his lap. Looking around for some sign of what had occurred, he found nothing was out of place. He was still in bed, perfectly covered as if it had been little more than a vivid nightmare. He sat still, running his hand through his hair. He was confused and disoriented, beginning to convince himself that it really had just been a nightmare, when there was a knock on the door. “Come in.”

Taeyong appeared wearing a pink and black tank top and black sweatpants. “How are you feeling?”

“Feeling?” Jaehyun frowned. “I feel like I was hit by a bus.”

“Are your hands okay?”

“... my hands?” Jaehyun turned his hands over to find the telltale marks left by his claws. His eyes widened at the sight. “How did-” he cut himself off when he looked up and registered the bandage wrapped around the length of Taeyong's forearm.

A bandage with traces of blood having seeped through.

Jaehyun felt the blood drain from his face. “Taeyong…” his voice broke, a sudden wave of emotion hitting him at the sight, even though he didn't understand why. “What happened?”

“Hm?” Taeyong tilted his head, but when he realized where Jaehyun was looking, he moved so his arms were behind his back. “Nothing serious, it’ll be fine in a day or two.” His tone feigned nonchalance, but Jaehyun could sense there was more to it and spotted the flash of pain when Taeyong moved his arm. “Joong and Arashi already handled it.”

“Taeyong.”

“I came up to let you know breakfast is going to be done soon, but Arashi is making waffles and she wanted to know what kind of ingredients you wanted.”

“Taeyong.”

“She has like seven bowls of batter mixes at this point. Blueberries, strawberries, bananas-”

“Taeyong!” Jaehyun said, sharper than he intended. It caught the dragon’s attention, though, and Jaehyun stood up to walk over. Taeyong didn’t move as the warlock closed the distance between them, eyes never leaving the other man. “Let me see.”

“It’s really nothing, Jae.” Taeyong insisted, although he didn’t move away. He was opening his mouth - no doubt to give another reassurance - when Jaehyun reached around to take his wrist and gently moved his arm back to his front. A low hiss of pain escaped him as Jaehyun held his bandaged arm between them.

“What. Happened.” Jaehyun pressed firmly. He and Taeyong merely stared at each other for a long moment, until the latter let his facade drop.

“I don’t know. What did happen, exactly, Jaehyun?”

Hearing the words confirmed what Jaehyun had feared, and the warlock released Taeyong’s wrist as if he’d been burned. “I…did this?”

“I think it was my fault, technically.” Taeyong began. “I don’t know what was happening, but you were freaking out. I only wanted to help, but I guess in that state any touch was deemed a threat.” He stayed near the door as Jaehyun returned to the bed, almost collapsing onto it.

“Mana.”

“Who?”

“So you didn’t see her?”

“Jaehyun, the only people in here were us.” Taeyong answered. “Does this have anything to do with what’s been going on with you?”

Jaehyun shook his head, letting it fall into his hands. “No, or…” he paused, sighing heavily. “I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“Maybe talking about it will help?”

“How am I supposed to talk about something I don’t even understand, let alone know how to explain?”

Taeyong took a small step closer, motioning to the bed. “May I?” he asked.

Jaehyun paused at the question, taken back. It's subtle, but it's also such a sudden change to how casual - how comfortable - they'd become with each other that his heart sank. A glance at Taeyong's arm reminded him, however, that the caution with boundary wasn't necessarily unwarranted. “Please,” he offered, the faintest nod moving his head.

“Start with what happened last night.” Taeyong walked over as he spoke, sitting beside Jaehyun.

“I’m not certain that's the best idea.” Jaehyun replied, his tone ashamed as he briefly pointed at the bandaged arm.

“Jaehyun, really, I'm okay. Thanks to Hongjoong and Arashi, it's not that bad.”

Jaehyun lifted his eyes to look at Taeyong drolly. “The blood seeping through the bandage says otherwise.”

Taeyong arched a brow, head tilting just slightly. “Is it the blood or the venom that's worrying you so much?” He asked, one hand reaching to unhook the clips that held the bandage closed as he began to reveal his arm.

Jaehyun panicked, his voice pitching as the bandage came off, but the dragon continued until the layered gauze beneath was revealed.

With so many people around, do you really think we won’t have special antidotes to counteract venoms?” Taeyong teased, gently pulling the gauze back to reveal one end of the gashes along his arm so Jaehyun could examine it. The warlock seemed floored as he looked at the wound.

“How is it so clean?”

“Hongjoong has a decent array of venom antidotes. That knowledge comes in handy considering where the Aurora clan resides. He and Arashi are also skilled healers to boot.” Taeyong laid the gauze back down, letting Jaehyun help him rewrap the ace bandage around his arm. He rested his free hand on Jaehyun's shoulder as he placed the clips to secure the bandage. “The point is that I will be fine, so you can stop freaking out. Now will you talk to me?”

Jaehyun pulled his hands into his lap, looking down at them for a moment. “When my magic first started recovering, that's when I noticed it. It was just a kind of flash of sensation, I guess, like when you get too close to a residual energy. I ignored it, but it's just been gathering strength.”

“Is that why you've been zoning out on occasion?”

Jaehyun nodded. “I was hoping it would stop on its own, but obviously that isn't the case.”

“And last night?”

“I saw - or I thought I saw - the old headmistress, Mana. She attacked me, or it seemed that way, but you said she wasn't there.”

“She had to have been a spirit of some kind,although I haven't heard of one only being visible or sensed by one person.” Taeyong hummed thoughtfully for a moment, lifting a hand to tap his finger at his chin. “I suppose we'll need to speak with Hongjoong and Seonghwa, then.”

“What do you mean?”

“They have more experience when it comes to trapped spirits and the like. If anyone can place what we're dealing with, it's them.” Taeyong replied, standing. “Let's get breakfast and then we'll talk to the mated leaders.”

“Is that going to be okay?”

“The only ones who know the exact details are Yuta, Arashi, Hongjoong, Seonghwa and us. I can promise you that none of them will utter a word about it.” His eyes remained fixed on Jaehyun, watching as the other male hesitated before sighing and rising to his feet.

“I'm so sorry I hurt you, Taeyong.”

Taeyong reached out, resting his hand on Jaehyun’s knee, in a gesture of comfort. “Don't apologize for what you were going through, Jae. Let's get you fed and then we'll talk to the boys.”

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sassbasket · 1 month ago

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ONEUS FIC LIST

(Whatever Oneus fic I write is OT6, in case you were wondering)

Forever's Not Enough Time (To Love You The Way That I Want)

Complete | 26k+ | M| OT6

Spring Marks The Beginning

Complete | 12k+ | T | Ravn x Seoho

The Forever and Beautiful Sky

Complete | 2k+ | G | Leedo & Seoho

Let's Make Tonight Your Birthday

Complete | 5k+ | T | Xion x Keonhee

It's Too Cold Outside (For Angels to Fly)

Complete | 2k+ | G | Keonhee & Ravn

Who's gonna drive you home, tonight?

Complete | 5k+ | T | Leedo x Ravn

Dreams (of me and you)

Complete | 5k+ | E | Hwanwoong x Ravn

Mi más bella flor

Complete | 7k+ | T | Leedo x Hwanwoong

Kim Youngjo's Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Saturday

Complete | 3k+ | T | Ravn & Seoho & Keonhee

Anemoia

Complete | 1k+ | G | Leedo & Ravn

I’ll take you far away (Wherever that be)

Complete | 2k+ | T | Ravn x OFC

A Cloud, an Unkindness, and other unpleasant horrors

Complete | 5k+ | M | Hwanwoong x Felix (SKZ), Hwanwoong x Seoho

Lost in Tokyo

Complete | 2k+ | G | Leedo x Ravn

Like A River Flows (Surely To The Sea)

Ongoing | 11k+ | T | OT6

Lullaby Love

Ongoing | 10k+ | T | Ravn x Hwanwoong

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includedisco · 4 months ago

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miagwynwrites · 4 months ago

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Oneus reaction: you have a paranormal experience

A/N: Hello I apologize for Ravn’s basically being an entire fic. It was an accident. I meant for his to be short. I literally spooked myself too much so read with caution on his thanks. ALSO I AM WRITING THIS IN ALL CAPS TO GET MY POINT ACROSS. I WROTE THIS BEFORE RAVN LEFT SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE HIM YOU CAN EITHER SKIP HIS PART OR NOT READ THIS. YOUR DECISION IS NOT MY PROBLEM <3 the Oneus and Onewe boys are absolutely gorgeous omg ~ Tagging: @atinystaypixie 🦬

Leedo: you were getting ready for bed, doing your nightly bathroom routine and you just finished brushing your teeth when the lights all of a sudden went off. You simply thought it was the just an electrical problem but when you reached for the light switch the door to the bathroom slammed shut. You immediately flipped. You jiggled the doorknob with one hand and flipped the light switch on and off with the other, hoping the lights would turn back on. You were completely freaked out, it was dark and you were trapped in the bathroom. You found your voice and started screaming as loud as you could hoping your boyfriend would hear you. Fear was completely in control of the situation and you were hysterical banging your fist against the door and yelling. After what seemed like hours the door swung open and the light turned back on. You saw Leedo in the hallway a look of concern and fear on his face and your body moved on it’s own to him. “I heard screaming but the door was shut what happened are you okay?” Leedo held you in his arms and walked you clear to the other end of the house. “The lights went out and then all of a sudden I was trapped in the bathroom I don’t know what the hell happened it was so scary.” You clung to Leedo’s tee crying while he held you in his arms rubbing your back. “Let’s just watch tv til morning and then we’ll see if we can call someone to check out the electrical wiring..or calling a priest couldn’t hurt.”

Ravn: The house you and Youngjo were currently living in wasn’t an old house, it had a few years on it sure but it wasn’t like one of those old victorian homes where generations of people were murdered or died in. You even asked the relator before purchasing the house if it was haunted because Youngjo knew you had a fear of the spooks and you were told no. Despite all this there was definitely something going on in the basement and it was only when you were alone. Not just alone in the room but the sounds from the basement were only present when Youngjo was out of the house and off the property. There was an erie feeling you got whenever you passed the door to the basement. There was a padlock on the door because you put it there. It made you so uneasy walking past that door, it was a feeling that you had trouble describing, like you wanted to go down there but you wanted to run at the same time. You had mentioned a few times about the noises to Youngjo but he always told you it was probably rats. You clearly didn’t believe him. The longer this went on the longer you couldn’t take it. You would have nightmares about what could be down in that basement, what kinds of things happened down there, the sounds would keep you up at night and the sounds were awful noises. Distorted voices and screams that gave you chills and lots of banging and low humming noises. There were weeks at a time were you didn’t sleep because you couldn’t. You even stopped using all the rooms near the basement door because you couldn’t shake the feeling that something horrible was down there. Youngjo kept trying to tell you it was just your imagination and that there was a logical explanation but he was always trying to push the subject away.

One night Youngjo had called you to tell you he was on his way home and he was bringing his friends over. You found comfort in his friends, they were caring and you trusted them. Just having people over would definitely make you feel better and help keep your mind off the basement. “Do you want us to pick up anything special for you? Do want take out or should I cook for us all?” You were in your bedroom, the one you and Youngjo shared listening to upbeat and happy music but as you talked longer with Youngjo you started hearing the noises again. Your words were catching in your throat and Youngjo could sense something was wrong. “Babe, where are you? Where are you in the house right now?” There was concern in his tone of voice. “I can hear the noises again Youngjo. They are so loud and the screams are replaced with crying. Someone is crying Ravn. I- I need to go down there.” Your body moved on it’s own walking out of your bedroom and down the steps. Almost like you were in a trance. “Speed up dammit.” Youngjo spit at whoever was driving. He had to get home fast. He couldn’t figure out why you were calling him Ravn cause you never called him that. “Baby talk to me where are you? Go back upstairs and wait for me okay? Do not go down there.” Youngjo knew you needed some kind of bolt cutters to take off all the locks and when you asked him where they were his blood ran cold. “Youngjo, I can hear the voices more clearly now. It’s sounds like they’re having a party and they’ve invited me. Youngjo I’m scared, I can’t control myself.” You were confusing and concerning your boyfriend with your quick changing mood and your words almost like you were fighting with yourself, Youngjo felt like he was losing you to that basement. “Y/n baby listen to me okay, don’t open that door listen to my voice okay? We just pulled in the driveway talk to me. Focus on the sound of my voice.” Youngjo heard a thud that he only assumed was you dropping your phone to cut the lock and Youngjo practically busted the door down and ran for you his friends close behind. “Y/n no!” Youngjo pushed you off to the side and you dropped the bolt cutters the loud thud being enough to pull you out of whatever trance you were in and all the screaming and other sounds stopped. You looked up at your boyfriend and started mumbling apology after apology and sobbing. “Something was pushing me to go down there Youngjo, it was something evil I could feel it, it was messing with my emotions and my head-” Youngjo led you away from the basement and all the way back to the car. He held you in the backseat as you and his friends all drove away from the home. “I should’ve told you this but the relator got me alone and told me about the short but horrifying history of this place. I didn’t have the guts to tell you because I knew this was your dream home. I shouldn’t have accepted it I’m sorry. We’re staying in the dorms tonight and the boys will help us pack up our stuff in the morning and we are moving. I don’t want you in that house alone for one more second.”

Hwanwoong: it was movie night and you and Hwanwoong were watching a rom-com. All snuggled up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn with the only light being on was the lamp on the table next to the couch. You were so into the movie when you heard a noise and that caused you to jump, the bowl of popcorn falling off your lap and popcorn going everywhere. “Did you hear that?” you whispered at Hwanwoong.” He paused the movie to listen with you. He thought you were being ridiculously paranoid. “That’s just the wind or the neighbors or a raccoon or something.” When you heard it again you turned to Hwanwoong and he looked scared. “Ok that sounded like it was coming from the kitchen.” Hwanwoong stood up and you quickly grabbed onto him following close behind. You two were quiet as you made your way to the kitchen. The noise sounded like papers being shuffled or something moving across either the floor or the counter. You were scared and Hwanwoong could tell by how tightly you were holding on to his waist. He reached for the light switch and as soon as you saw the kitchen you screamed. Papers were all over the floor, some of the drawers and cupboards were opened, one of the chairs was knocked over and there was a glass bottle of ketchup that you both watched fly out of the fridge and crash against the opposite wall, glass going everywhere. You screamed again and ran out of the kitchen. Hwanwoong chased after you. You were sitting on the couch in tears. You couldn’t speak you were too scared. “I don’t know what just happened but don’t worry okay. Let’s go somewhere else for awhile and when our minds are clear we can come back and try to get to the bottom of this.” Hwanwoong sat next to you and pulled you into him. His arms wrapped around you stroking your hair as he consoled you. “I don’t want you to cry okay?”

Seoho: Something pulls you from your sleep. You see Seoho peacefully sleeping in front of you and as you roll over to check the time on your phone you freeze, the hairs standing up on your neck, your blood going cold. In front of the bedroom window just a few feet from your bed you see a figure standing there, a white glow around it. You can barely make out what it it before it turns it’s head to look at you and when it does you let out a scream so loud whatever it was disappears into thin air. You continue to scream in fear and an arm grabs you and you jump and scream again. “Hey hey shhh it’s just me Seoho, what happened? Why are you screaming?” Seoho pulls you into him, brushing your hair out of your face. You are breathing heavy and your heartbeat is so fast and loud Seoho can probably hear it. “I s-saw a g-g-ghost I- it was r-right over the-” you trail off and Seoho only smiles, the moonlight shining in to light up his face. “You had a another nightmare didn’t you?” Your eyebrows furrow, a little upset that he doesn’t believe you. “What? N-no Seoho, I swear I saw a full body, like a legit ghost over by the window and and when it turned to look at me it’s face, it’s face was..” you were gesturing around with your hands, tears still running down your cheeks. The image of the ghost burned into your mind. Seoho grabbed your hands and kissed them gently before helping you back into bed. “Whatever it was it’s gone now, you’re safe okay? Try to get some sleep.” Seoho held you close and you buried your head into his chest and tried think only happy thoughts.

Xion: heading to the kitchen for your afternoon snack was your favorite part of the day and usually went uninterrupted but today you got yanked into the bathroom by Xion. He slammed the door and he looked like he just saw a ghost. “Umm, so I have a delicious snack waiting for me downstairs and you decde it’s time to goof off in the bathroom?” Xion shakes his head, his eyes not meeting yours. “hey, what got you all upset love?” you ask lifting his chin up with your finger. When Xion speaks his voice is shaky and at a whisper. “I saw..I was walking out of the bathroom and I looked down the hallway towards the kitchen and I shit you not I saw a ghost.” You could tell he was frightened but you couldn’t help but laugh. That was until you heard light footsteps. You and Xion both backed away from the bathroom door. The hallway was always the lightest area in the house and the light color of the hardwood floor made it seem even brighter and made the bathroom look darker from the other side of the door. You and Xion both watched as a dark shadow passed under the door on the other side, the sound of almost childlike footsteps accompanying the shadow. You froze, your heart leapt in your throat. You felt Xion’s hand grab yours and squeeze. After it passed you waited and listened before you looked at each other and in a low and panicked voice said ‘ghost.’ It was almost comical what you did next. As if straight out of a cartoon you both reached for each other and held onto each other tightly shaking at the experience you both just shared.

Keonhee: it was just another evening with Keonhee, you and him watching tv and relaxing after the day. You were flipping through channels until Keonhee agreed on something to watch. “You’d think with how much you like watching documentaries you wouldn’t be so picky about what it’s about.” You joked. Keonhee turned to you and laughed. “You only like the documentaries about food or animals. If I watch a doc I want it to be about history. Like the Victorian one we saw last week. That one was good.” You playfully hit him, “well I can’t help it I” You cut yourself off your eyes turning to the tv screen. The picture was turning fuzzy. “Seriously? We have a good signal. I thought static didn’t exist no more.” You turned to Keonhee who just shrugged his shoulders. Keonhee picked up the remote and flipped through a few channels and they were all the same. You both looked at each other in confusion. “Did you forget to pay the cable bill?” Keonhee asked. You were about to speak up when the screen changed colors. You were familiar with the colored lines and the black and white blocks but then the screen got even stranger. “Keonhee what is happening?” You were starting to freak out. You’d never seen anything like this. Keonhee and you both sat up on the couch, edge of the seat watching the screen become distorted. Neither one of you spoke, you couldn’t explain it. Keonhee grabbed your hand in his and gave you a squeeze. You were on edge and Keonhee could tell. That’s when a face showed up on the screen for a split second but it was long enough to get you to both scream and jump out of your seats. When you looked back at the tv it was back on like everything was normal. “You saw that too right?” Keonhee asked you. You just nodded really shocked. “What was that?” You and Keonhee were both on edge at what just happened but you tried to stay calm. “So I think ghost and I think we should call like 15 exocists or those people who rid ghosts of houses and I think I need a drink.” Keonhee and you both stood up and practically ran to the kitchen.

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fairyyyeo · 8 months ago

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𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐈 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 || y. hwanwoong x k. youngjo

cw: mentions of death

inspired by luna - oneus

word count: 653

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summary:

"He loathed his past self for the small moments and actions that had been taken for granted. He loathed the way he had brushed off the soft smiles, the understanding words, and the doting expressions." —

It has been a month since Hwanwoong passed. Youngjo is trying his best to cope with the words he never got a chance to say.

The letters were endless. Each held different words. Different wishes. Yet they were all merely one part of a grief-laden song. All screamed at the heavens and the cruel world around him. A silent and futile plea. His mind was ever-burdened. Weighed down by the countless reminders of his lover's untimely passing. He loathed his past self for the small moments and actions that had been taken for granted. He loathed the way he had brushed off the soft smiles, the understanding words, and the doting expressions.

As he stared down at his latest letter, his attention was drawn to the blue-black stains on his hands and the pooling well from the long forgotten pen. It spilled over the side of his desk, a dark waterfall melting with the shadows of his darkened room. Even this served as a reminder. This time, it was of the countless times Hwanwoong would help him when the inkwell inevitably spilled. His light laugh and endless teasing veiled Youngjo’s guilt for the ruined floorboards. But now, while the spill was small, it felt overwhelming. He couldn’t bring himself to grab a rag.

He lifted the pen, disposed of the now ruined paper, and started over.

– ☪︎ ��

My dearest Hwanwoong.

It has been a little under two months since your passing. Not a day goes by where I don’t regret all of the unspoken words. My mind has spilled over; these papers no longer feel like enough. I feel guilt over what I have taken for granted. I miss your touch. The way your eyes sparkled under the moonlight. That mischievous air you held. That constant warm feeling that enveloped me whenever you were around. I’ll admit, I still fall short when it comes to expressing how deep my emotions can be. Even after death, I still can’t fully express to you how I feel. Since you’ve been gone, I’ve changed. You would be disappointed. I can see your face now. You would give me that look, the one you reserved for when I holed myself up in our room. You would try to keep the air light, but you would know that I could tell. I could always tell. I hope you aren’t too disappointed in me. I don’t know that I would be able to handle it. There are days where I wish to join you. I often daydream about meeting you among the clouds. The weight and shadow that would be lifted from my heart. How happy we would be once again. But I yet again know how disappointed you would be with me. I truly do hate how tempting the thought seems to be. However, I won’t burden you with that. For you, I will continue to live. I will continue to see our friends. I will try my best to do what I think would make you happy. I truly despise this world for taking you away from me.

I miss you more than you would ever be able to imagine. I feel as if a part of me has been taken. It feels too empty here, too quiet and cold. I still expect to wake up with you by my side. I find myself unable to believe that you are actually gone. I sometimes talk and act as if you are still around. It hurts. I am able to compose myself around others, but my mind is a mess. I know I cannot expect myself to get over you so quickly, but in some selfish and twisted way, I wish I could.

I love you. And I miss you more with each passing day.

With love, Youngjo.

– ☪︎ –

A single tear signs the letter. Youngjo hadn’t even realized that he had started crying. As the moon shone onto the paper, he looked up to the stars.

“If there is a god, please tell my lover the words that I failed to deliver.”

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yeonmuse · 6 days ago

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ᥫ᭡ f!reader x Park Jongseong ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are closed until previous reqs are fulfilled] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary 🎸

⍣ ೋ AUTHORS NOTES . This is part of admins Enhypen University Special Event. This series also has slight connections to every series in said event so occasionally characters from the other members chapters may appear in this series as well.

˗ˏˋSUMMARY ´ˎ˗ Jays favorite guitar gets stolen, breaking his heart and forcing him to to buy a new guitar from the music store downtown. While on a search for a new set of strings he has a chance encounter with one of the stores employees and finds there’s more to her that meets the eye. Eventually his visits to the store become more frequent as he now spends most of his time trying to convince her to join his band. Though things only grow complicated when old flames return and drive a distance between the two of them once he finally gets closer to her heart.

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MOTHERS LEAVING

The following day it had been Jay's first day returning to work with a new guitar in his hands. He entered Sacrifice with a newfound stride, whistling a cheerful tune as he was immediately greeted by his bandmates.

Jay had worked at Club Sacrifice for two years now, having started the job his freshman year at UA. Though it started as an easy job to make quick bucks he slowly found himself falling in love with the job. Getting to play shows every night, making money doing something that he absolutely loved to do. He was quick to become friends with the other members of the band, each of them having their own reasons for having decided to take the Job. The band's popularity had grown pretty quickly, the members consisting of seven members including Jay himself. Soyoon, Jay, Jungsu, Wonbin, Masami, Leedo and Sohee Or at least it had been the seven of them until a week ago. Soyoon, who happened to be their lead singer, had decided to pursue other endeavors, leaving them without a lead.

“You found your guitar?”

“Unfortunately no, I had to get a new one.” The others watch as he sits his case on a nearby table. Each of them gathered around to see the guitar that now replaced Jay's beloved guitar. The very guitar that every single one of them had been sad to see him depart with.

“So this is your new jewel.”

“It suits you.”

“Yeah we can get into all of that after we figure out what the fuck we’re gonna do about Soyoon?”

“So she’s really gone huh?”

“Yup, she left two days ago.”

“So in other words we have to find another lead singer in two weeks?”

“Yup. Next saturday is the reopening so unless we find someone by then we’re pretty much all we got.” The group looks around at one another as if waiting for someone to suggest something that gets them out of their dilemma.

“Should we put up some flyers downtown? And Jay goes to UA right so he could also put some up around campus?” Wonbin suggests, being the first of the group to actually come up with some sort of solution

“I mean it’s our best bet, it's not exactly a terrible idea?” Leedos the first to agree, making the others give in almost instantaneously knowing neither of them had a better plan.

“I can maybe take some to the music store too? The girl that works there seemed pretty cool so I’m sure she won’t mind us hanging up a few flyers there.”

“Looks like we’re having Auditions then.” Leedo sits back in his seat twirling the drumstick between his fingertips

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