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xofanfics · 7 months ago

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Lost For Words - Part V

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

Genre: angst, fluff, smut 🥺🤗🥵

Pairing: Reader x Kun // Reader x Taeyong

Word Count: 5.7K

You were awake but didn’t open your eyes. You’d left the curtains open, you realized. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, bracing yourself for the light. Your eyes snapped open as you were met with the image of a naked Taeyong fast asleep in your bed. If you weren’t awake before, you were certainly wide awake now.

You looked around the room in horror as you recalled the events of the previous night. You replayed the night in your mind, as if it were a film, and how you took your clothes off and how Taeyong ended up between your legs and inside you. And you had the audacity to throb at the thought of him, a wave of guilt washing over you.

The vibration coming from the nightstand startled you, bringing you back to your harsh reality. Your hands felt a little shaky as you reached for your phone. Without even having to look, you knew it was Kun. Your heart pounded in your chest as you answered the call, your voice trembling slightly.

"Hey, babe," Kun's voice greeted you, laced with concern. "I didn't hear back from you last night, so I wanted to check on you. Are you feeling okay?"

You took a deep breath, your mind racing. You were anything but okay. You were confused, in a daze, and filled to the brim with guilt and remorse. The thought of confessing the truth and his disappointment sent a fresh wave of guilt to crash over you.

"I'm just a little hungover," you said, a half truth. "I think I might take a painkiller and go back to sleep for a little while.”

"Oh, okay," Kun replied, his voice laced with understanding. He chuckled. "I told you to make sure you drank some water to avoid a hangover! Anyway, just call me when you wake up, alright? I can bring you something to eat later."

"Okay, I will.”

Your heart was heavy with the weight of your lies as you hung up the phone. Taeyong stirred beside you, rolling onto his side. He was awake now and you weren’t sure how much of the conversation he’d heard.

“Good morning,” he said, so casually, as if this was all normal to him. He leaned on his elbow, propping himself up to smile at you.

“Uh, good morning,” you said, with a weak attempt at a smile. You were becoming hyper aware of the fact that you were naked, pulling the sheets over your bare breasts. “We need to talk about last night…”

“Okay,” he said, sitting up in the bed, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “What about last night?”

You took a deep breath, not quite sure what you were going to say. “Last night shouldn’t have happened. It was a mistake.”

Taeyong’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I have a boyfriend, Taeyong,” you said, not sure why you had to explain. “We shouldn’t have had sex.”

“You have a boyfriend, sure,” he said, “but you made your choice. We’re both adults.”

His words stung, a sharp reminder of the mess you had created. You hadn't intended to hurt Kun, but your actions had spoken louder than words.

"I know," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "I just... I don't know what I was thinking."

Taeyong sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He reached out and gently cupped your face in his hands, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body. "I know, Y/N," he said, his voice soft and laced with understanding. He tilted your head toward his, looking you in your eyes. "But we can't go back now."

His words hung in the air, a reminder of the reality before you. You had crossed a line and there was no turning back. You hesitated, your mind torn between regret and desire. Taeyong leaned in closer, his lips not quite touching yours. You could feel his breath warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Do you really think kissing me that day was a mistake?" he asked, his voice laced with longing. "I made love to you last night, Y/N…You’re telling me that was a mistake? You regret that?"

You stared into his eyes, your own filled with a rather strong cocktail of confusion, regret, and desire. You felt torn between the guilt of your actions and the connection you shared with Taeyong. Words didn’t come.

He wasn’t wrong. Last night, you made a choice - a choice that you would have to live with and figure out how to navigate. And choices had their consequences.

You leaned into his touch and it wasn’t long before his lips met yours in a passionate kiss. You responded, your lips melting against his, your bodies pressing together, silently accepting the onward battle. The weight of your guilt and regret slowly melted away, replaced by these new feelings for Taeyong. In that moment, you were lost in Taeyong’s intoxicating embrace as you found yourself on top of him again, sinking onto his already-hard length.

Taeyong stepped out of your apartment building, the warm afternoon air washing over his face. He could still smell the lingering scent of your perfume on the collar of his shirt, along with the memory of your touch. With each step, he felt his heart ache in his chest. His emotions were all over the place and, after sleeping with you twice, they’d intensified.

You made a choice and he had, too. The two of you made those choices together. He had no regrets. He replayed the events of the last night and this morning in his mind; your sweet moans and your tender touch, your whispers in his ear and his seed dripping from inside you.

A wave of longing washed over him. He craved your presence, your laughter, your touch, not just your body. He wanted more; he wanted to see you whenever he wanted, he wanted to touch you. He wished he could be the one you came home to, the one who you shared your hopes and dreams with and the one who wrapped his arms around you whenever you were upset.

The connection he had with you was so intense, unlike anything he had ever felt before. But Taeyong couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. He knew that your relationship was complicated and he was entangled with you, in a web of lies and hidden desires. The thought of sharing you with another man was a bitter pill to swallow, a jealousy that gnawed at his insides. But he had to keep his composure if he didn’t want to lose you, too.

After all, you weren’t his to have in the first place.

As the hot water rippled down your body, you closed your eyes, trying to wash away the guilt that clung to you like a second skin. The memory of your actions with Taeyong haunted you, each droplet of water a constant reminder of the sins you had committed. You scrubbed your skin hard, as if you could erase the memory of Taeyong's touch. You longed for the cleansing power of water to somehow make you pure again, to wash away the stain of infidelity that marked your conscience.

The weight of guilt remained following a shower. Wrapped tightly in your towel, you moved through your apartment with a sense of urgency, cleaning and airing it out, trying to erase any and every trace of Taeyong's presence. You changed your sheets, replacing them with fresh, clean ones, hoping to remove the lingering scent of his cologne. You sprayed air freshener and opened the window, hoping to remove the smell of sex in the air. Every movement, every action, was fueled by a desperate need to erase the evidence of your wild night.

You took the Plan B that Taeyong went to get for you, chugging the pill down with water, as if that could undo things, as if it was a chance at redemption. The very last thing you needed was to end up pregnant and have no idea if the baby was Kun’s or Taeyong’s. You threw the empty box in the trash and took out the garbage, getting rid of the evidence.

Not long after, the doorbell rang. You opened the door, revealing the man you’d betrayed with a container of soup. He kissed you on your lips on his way inside. “Hey babe. I thought about making you that Chinese soup you like but I was feeling a little lazy so I just bought you some chicken soup.”

You nodded with a weak smile. “Thank you…Were you up late working?”

“Yeah,” he said, placing the bag on the counter. He started sifting through the bags so that you could eat. “I went to sleep around two. What time did you get back?”

“Maybe around 12:30,” you answered, “I fell asleep earlier than I thought. I’m sorry I didn’t text you back.”

He shook his head. “No need to apologize. I know you were fine. Do you want to eat now?”

You nodded. Your energy levels were really low and, Kun being here when you were grinding on Taeyong’s dick a couple of hours ago, didn’t help the situation. As you ate, Kun carried the conversation. He talked about the housewarming last night and how nice Taeyong was and that he could see us getting along. He talked about how work went and how his juniors were slacking. You were only half there, hearing him and trying your best to look engaged.

"Is there anything else on your mind?" he asked gently, his hand reaching out to touch yours reassuringly.

Caught off guard by his question, you hesitated. Of course there was something else on your mind. You couldn’t stop thinking about Taeyong or what the two of you did. Of course, you couldn’t tell him any of it. "No, it's just the hangover," you repeated, as if trying to convince yourself of your own lie. “I think the food will help.”

Kun nodded slowly, seemingly accepting your explanation. “Wanna watch a movie? Sounds like the perfect lazy Sunday before we have to go to work tomorrow..”

Work. That was the last place that you wanted to be. You’d have to confront reality somehow and face Taeyong in real life and real-time. Would things be awkward? Would Taeyong treat you differently? You didn’t take him for a man that would put you or his job at risk, but you weren’t sure how this would go. You’d opened up a door that couldn’t be shut so easily.

It was your fault, truth be told. You weren’t perfect but, still, you couldn’t bring yourself to say that being with Taeyong was a mistake. You didn’t have any regrets when it came to him. You just regretted how it all came to be. You wished that this had happened at a time when you were single. Then, things would be okay, and these decisions didn’t have to weigh so heavily on your mind.

“Yeah,” you replied, taking away the empty containers. “Do you wanna pick this time?”

So, you tried to get back into normalcy by watching a movie with the man you were supposed to be in a relationship with.

The next day at work, you found yourself glancing over at Taeyong every so often, a knot of guilt tightening in your stomach with each glance. His presence was a constant reminder of the sins you had committed, a secret that weighed heavily on your conscience.

Taeyong, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by the tension between you. He continued to greet you with his usual warm smile and engaging conversation, even going so far as to brush against your hands in passing moments. You tried to avoid his touch, to maintain a professional distance, but his subtle touches made you question whether or not you were overthinking.

The workday dragged on, each minute dragging on as you sat with your conflicting emotions. You longed for the day to end, to escape your team, along with the weight of your guilt.

Finally, the clock struck five, signaling the end of your workday. As you gathered your belongings and headed out of the office, you picked up your phone to see a text from Taeyong.

Taeyong [5:01PM] : Can you meet me at Hidden Moon Bar?

He sent a link and it was a five minute walk from the office. You texted back, agreeing. Unfortunately, you couldn’t quite ignore Taeyong or pretend that what happened didn’t happen.

You said your goodbyes and left first. As you walked, you wondered how the conversation would go. All you knew was that this couldn’t continue. You had cheated on Kun, yes, but it would be better to stop now before things got out of control. You just needed to stand your ground and not get tempted to go back on what you wanted to say.

You sat down at the bar, deciding that you definitely needed a drink to have this conversation. A moment later, you had a glass of Pinot Noir in your hand. After a few gulps, you felt much better about things.

“Hey Y/N,” said a familiar voice from behind you. So casually, Taeyong took a seat on the barstool next to you. It wasn’t crowded, thankfully, as the happy hour crowds hadn’t made it just yet. “What are you drinking?”

"Hey," you said, your voice laced with a hint of nervousness. “I got Pinot Noir.”

Taeyong called over the bartender to say, “Can I have a glass of Pinot Noir, too?” He took out his wallet, pulling out his credit card. “You can put mine and hers on this card. Thanks!”

You nodded. “Thanks.”

He said, “No problem. Well, anyway, we should talk about what happened, right?”

“Yeah, um, what we're doing, what we did…it's not right. We shouldn't be doing this, Taeyong. We're coworkers, and it's too complicated. I think you should date other people, seriously."

He looked at you, without saying a word. He didn’t say anything for a long time, to the point where you began to feel a little awkward. He sighed and took a sip of the wine the bartender had just placed in front of him. He took a long swig and put the glass down before turning back to you. "Y/N, dating other people isn't going to change how I feel about you. I can't just turn off these emotions. Trust me, I've tried, but it's not that easy."

You sighed, realizing the depth of the situation. "Taeyong, you deserve someone who can really be with you. Someone you don’t have to sneak around with. It's not fair to you."

He leaned back in the chair, studying your face. "You think I want just anyone? I want you, Y/N. And I understand it's complicated…”

You shook your head, feeling the weight of responsibility. "It's not just about us; it's about my boyfriend, our jobs, everything. I can't just throw it all away."

"I get it, Y/N. I do. But I can't deny what I feel. I can't just pretend that we didn’t kiss, that we didn’t have sex, that we’re just nothing.”

You said, "Taeyong, I care about you, but we can't keep going down this path. It's only going to get more complicated."

He leaned a little closer. "What if I don't want to date other people? What if I just want to be with you, even if it's complicated?"

You closed your eyes, feeling the weight of the situation. "Taeyong, we can’t…"

He sighed, a mixture of frustration and sadness in his expression. "I can't promise that my feelings will just disappear. But if you think it's the right thing to do and that this is what you want, I'll respect your decision."

The office clock ticked down to 5:00 PM, signaling the end of yet another busy week. As people began gathering their belongings and preparing to leave, Kevin turned to the group with a grin. "Hey, is anyone up for dinner tonight?" he asked, shutting his laptop. “I have no plans. Someone please say yes.”

A few heads nodded in agreement, while others declined, letting him know that they already had plans. Attention was on Taeyong now, as he hadn’t responded.

"I can’t. I have a date tonight," Taeyong announced, in a light, casual tone.

While your coworkers laughed and teased, a pang of jealousy coursed through your body. A date? Already?

Hina, turning off her monitor, stood up from her chair. "Is this the first date?"

Taeyong nodded, his smile widening. "Yeah," he answered. "Seolyun gave me a suggestion for a steakhouse so I’m going to take her there. Supposed to be pretty good."

You recalled your recent conversation with Taeyong last week, where you had encouraged him to see other people. That meant that dates were a thing. You felt jealousy and regret, realizing you weren't as prepared for Taeyong to move on as you thought. The suggestion to date others had been a bit easier in theory than in practice. You did your best to hide your emotions, forcing a smile as you joined the others in wishing him a good time.

Kevin, always eager to add to the conversation, chimed in, "So, how did you meet her?"

"Online dating app," Taeyong replied casually. "We were texting for a while and I asked if she had any plans, so I figured why not take her out tonight?"

Seolyun, your curious coworker, couldn't resist the urge to pry. "Can we see a picture?" she asked, her eyebrows raised in anticipation.

Taeyong chuckled, "I'll show you if we end up dating," he teased. “I don’t wanna jinx it.”

The thought of Taeyong moving on and potentially having a new girlfriend stirred a mix of emotions within you. While you genuinely wished him the best, you couldn't deny the lingering feelings you still had for him.

As you gathered your things and prepared to leave the office, a wave of uncertainty washed over you. What was going to happen now?

Taeyong found himself staring at his reflection in the mirror, conflicted emotions playing on his face. Tonight was the night of the date he agreed to. He’d be a liar if he said that he wasn’t nervous about it. He adjusted his collar, wondering if he was making the right decision. By going on a date, he was respecting your boundaries, right?

The girl he was about to meet was pretty and she seemed genuinely nice. He didn’t know much about her yet, but he thought that maybe this could work out in his favor. But as he buttoned up his shirt, a nagging thought tugged at the edges of his mind – she wasn't you. And she never would be.

The conversation he had with you had been playing in his mind all week, like a broken record. Taeyong sighed, trying to come to terms with what you’d said. If you wanted him to see other people, he reasoned, it meant you didn't want him. He had to at least try to move on, to forget about the feelings he had for you. Yet, the mere thought of being with someone else made his heart ache.

Glancing at the clock, he realized it was time to leave. He locked eyes with his reflection, trying to give himself a pep talk. It’ll be fun, he thought, trying to reason with himself, an internal battle plaguing his heart. Just one date, he told himself. She seems to be a nice girl. Maybe we’ll hit it off.

There are more girls out there other than Y/N, Taeyong.

All of these thoughts crossed his mind but he wasn’t sure of himself. Maybe this date would be a step towards closure, a way to untangle himself from the feelings he had for you.

As he stepped out into the night, Taeyong couldn't shake the lingering doubt. Deep down, he couldn't escape the haunting question – was he truly ready to move on, or was this just a futile attempt to fill the void left by someone he couldn’t have?

The week had been long, filled with deadlines and endless meetings, so when Kevin suggested grabbing dinner and drinks to unwind, you decided to get on board. Spending time with friends seemed like a much better option than sulking at home and being trapped in wonderings about Taeyong and this mystery woman.

As you all settled into a cozy corner booth, the clinking of glasses and the hum of conversation surrounded you. The menu was passed around, each person expressing their preferences and sharing recommendations.

Seolyun scanned the cocktail menu with enthusiasm. "I heard their mojitos are really good. Anyone up for one?”

Hina, sitting beside you, offered a thoughtful smile. "I'm game. Mojitos it is."

“Speaking of mojitos, me and my cousins are planning a trip to Cuba!”

Despite the lively conversation about mojitos and travel, your thoughts drifted to Taeyong yet again. Who was this girl? What did she look like? What was her personality like? Most importantly, would Taeyong like her? Would he like her so much that he ends up in a relationship with her?

Every few minutes, you found yourself reaching for your phone to look at Taeyong’s Instagram profile. You'd refresh the page, hoping to catch a glimpse into his date, hoping to see a photo, a story, anything that would tell you where he was or what he was doing.

“Any travel plans coming up for the summer, Y/N?” asked Kevin, as he put a few pieces of pork belly onto your plate. Now, you were being forced into the conversation. And rightfully so.

“Nah, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere but I’m not going to lie, a beach trip would be amazing. Me and Hina were talking about maybe doing a weekend trip.”

“I haven’t been in years,” said Hina.

“It’ll be nice to get some seafood,” you added.

“Speaking of seafood,” chimed in Seolyun, “should we order squid to grill?”

As the night went on, you were almost filled to the brim with anxiety. No matter how good the food was or how strong your drink was, you could only think of Taeyong. The thought of him enjoying an evening out with a nameless, faceless woman filled your heart with frustration and envy.

Every notification, every vibration, every sound made your heart drop. Everytime you got a notification, you hoped that it was him and you hoped that he was thinking about you as much as you were about him. But it never was, and that hurt more than you thought it would.

As you were on the subway heading home, you realized that you basically only knew Taeyong as a friend. You hardly knew him as a lover, but you wanted to. Was he patient? Was he the type of man to give you random gifts, just because? Would he plan dates without you having to ask? Was he willing to work things out if you had a fight? You wondered what kind of man he’d be like, if you were dating.

A shower wasn’t much help either. Those thoughts didn’t disappear but they shifted to the memories of him being here with you. You thought of how hard he kissed you, how he grabbed your hands and held them down as he thrusted into you in missionary, and how deep inside you he was. It was almost as if Taeyong figured out your body and how to please you in just a night. You throbbed at the thought.

You knew you had no right to feel this upset about it. You had Kun, your loving boyfriend who was on his way right now with a bottle of the Pinot Noir that you loved. And here you were thinking about a man that you couldn’t have.

You’d invited him over before you got in the shower because you felt alone. You wanted what you couldn’t have, so you went with the next best option. It wasn’t that you didn’t love or care about Kun; you did. But Taeyong had shown you excitement that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Kun felt…safe. Taeyong felt dangerous. There was something about the thrill of it all that turned you on a little bit.

As you got out of the shower and wrapped your towel around you, you found yourself picking up your phone again. You clicked on the Instagram app for what was probably the hundredth time tonight and found that Taeyong had finally posted something — a story. You pressed your finger on Taeyong’s icon and found the photo that you’d been waiting for all night long. You held your finger down because ten seconds to view it wouldn’t be enough for you. Taeyong had taken a picture of a perfectly cooked steak, medium rare and glistening just how he liked it. The steak looked amazing, but what really caught your eye was the small bouquet of flowers across the table and the perfectly manicured hand you could see holding a steak knife in the top right corner. And to top it off, he put 5 star emojis with the location of the restaurant tagged.

You felt your eyes become hot with what you could only assume to be tears. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony, a cruel joke. Were you really upset with him when you were the one who told him to see other people? You couldn’t possibly keep up an affair with him. It was wrong and you both deserved better than to drag each other around on strings and making promises you couldn’t keep. You’d uttered those words at the time but you weren’t sure that you actually meant them. And here you were — jealous.

You heard the front door open and close, signaling your boyfriend’s arrival. Before you went out there, you needed to pull yourself together. You took a deep breath. Suddenly, you wished that you hadn’t asked for him to come over. But maybe it made sense now. Instead of being left alone with your thoughts, having company seemed like the better option.

“Babe?” he called from the kitchen.

You wiped your tears with your towel before you went out to greet him. “Hey, babe.”

Of course, he greeted you with a smile that made you feel guilty. As you got closer, he said, “You okay, Y/N? You look like you’ve been crying…”

You said, “I think it’s just my allergies.” A lie, but believable.

As you wiped away what was left of your tears, he said, “Do you need some medicine? I can go get some if you need…”

You shook your head. “I’m okay,” you said, forcing a smile. “I’d love some of that wine though.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, planting a kiss on your lips.

“Yeah,” you said in a low, husky voice. You kissed him back, harder this time. Kun was surprised at your forwardness and pulled you closer to him. You could feel him getting hard and, sneakily, he made your towel fall to the floor.

“I’ll pour some wine,” you said, pulling away from his embrace, and showing off your body. You could see him biting his lips as you reached into the cabinet for your wine glasses. His eyes never left you, even when he was across the room on the couch.

A moment later, you were walking toward him, wine glasses in hand to place on the side table. Then you disappeared into your bedroom and changed into the lingerie set he liked. Little did he know, he followed you and watched you as you changed.

“You look good,” he said, coming up behind you. “Are you horny, babe?”

You turned around to face him, nodding. You were met with your wine glass. You took it from him and took a long swig of the red wine. A little bit dripped down your chin as you pulled the glass away and Kun was quick to wipe it away with his thumb, slowly.

You took another sip and you watched him over the top of your glass. After you put the glass on top of your dresser, Kun pulled you close to him, pressing your body against his. You said, “So are you going to do something about it?”

You bit your lip. “Maybe…” Reaching down for his pants, you pulled them down. He was left in his boxers, his hardness poking through to give you a nice view. You heard a small groan come from his lips as you pulled those off, too, freeing him from the constraints. You ran your fingers back and forth across the head of his penis, teasing him, and watched it jump each time. You got down on your knees and took him in your mouth. You sucked his dick, nice and slow, at first. Then, you picked up the speed, drawing louder moans from your boyfriend. He put his hand on your shoulder and you knew that if you kept going he’d cum before you could get him inside you.

You pushed him back onto the bed, to his surprise, and climbed on top of him. “Take this off,” you said, referring to his shirt. You quickly helped him with the buttons and tossed the shirt to the side. He sat up and latched onto your nipple; he had easy access thanks to the lingerie, which had a small hole designated for them. He licked and nibbled on them. You screwed your eyes shut in pleasure, letting out small moans. Then, he reached down to your slit, running his fingers across it. You could tell that you were wet, partially because of the stimulation and partially because you thought of what it felt like when Taeyong touched you.

He said, “Are you ready?”

You nodded. “Fuck me, Kun.”

With that, he flipped you over onto your back. He slipped in easily and started thrusting into you right away. Your walls gripped at him tightly, making him groan. With each stroke, you could hear how wet your pussy was from that wet, squishy sound. Hearing it must’ve made him excited because he was suddenly fucking you harder, faster; it was hard to catch your breath with the feeling of your body being pounded into the mattress.

He buried his neck into yours as he thrusted in and out of him. From the way his breathing got heavier and heavier, you could tell he was close. The thought got you so excited.

“Ride it, babe,” he said, pulling out.

No words were exchanged. You just sunk down onto him with a squish. He groaned in response and let you take control. You started grinding on his dick, back and forth. Your wetness began soaking his pelvis and his lips parted in pleasure.

“That’s my good girl,” he said. “There you go.”

Hearing his voice made you throb even harder. You started going faster. It wouldn’t be long until you rode yourself into an orgasm. It wasn’t often that you found yourself having vaginal orgasms but today was the day. You could almost taste that delicious feeling building up inside you.

In the moment of your orgasm, you got lost in the movement of your hips. You allowed yourself to forget. You forgot about the guilt and the lies. You lost yourself in the feeling of Kun’s fingers digging into your hips instead.

But even as you came, a part of you couldn’t help but wonder, in the back of your mind, where Taeyong was, who he was with, and if he was thinking of you, even just a little.

But this was safe. Being here with Kun was safe.

Taeyong tossed and turned in bed that night, not able to get much quality sleep. He’d dozed off here and there, but it’d been nothing substantial. You crept into his dreams again and things were perfect. It was as if he was living in an alternate universe, one where you were single and being right or wrong didn’t matter. In the dream, you were his and he was yours. He could almost smell the scent of your perfume, almost feel your lips on his. It was a dream he didn’t want to wake up from.

Despite the content of his dreams, he had a good time on the date. Her name was Hyewol. He started the night off in the same way he would’ve wanted to with you, if he had the opportunity. He met up with her, greeting her with a small bouquet of roses. Then they walked to the restaurant together and got to know one another on the way to the restaurant. They told each other the basics: where they were from and where they worked, what schools they went to and what countries they visited, and their favorite things. Then, they enjoyed steak and wine for dinner.

He let her know that he’d like to take her on another date and, luckily for him, she was all for it. Part of him believed that maybe he could date her, that he could move on. But the truth was that she wasn’t you. So far, she was a person he could see himself with, but that wasn’t enough. Their chemistry wasn’t as strong. He could tell just by the way that he was in no hurry to kiss her.

He’d spent the past week on dating apps, hoping that the void he felt in his heart would be filled. He’d swiped through profiles, messaged other women, and he even went on a date tonight. The problem remained and it was that you couldn’t be replaced.

It was a bit dramatic, he supposed, but he felt as though he couldn’t just be friends with you. The two of you had crossed a line and it was too late to turn back now. The damage had already been done, hadn’t it? What if he just pushed forward anyway? No, he thought. He had to respect your boundaries. He couldn’t just tell you no. So he needed to figure out if you were serious about him moving on. But for now, he’d give it some time first. Maybe you’d change your mind and come to him instead.

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jinisnuggets · 25 days ago

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Networks: @starlit-network @k-library @blossomnet

He was always like this, bland and vague about almost everything.

They told you that you simply didn't understand, he was an idol and the leader of his sub-unit. He was a busy guy one way or another, of course he wouldn't be able to make much time for you and that should've been obvious.

You tried to, but your emotions and thoughts got the better of you sometimes.

“I told you darling, there's nothing to worry about.” He curled his fingers into your long strands; massaging your scalp and brushing your hair.

“I'm sorry Kun, I can't help it sometimes.” You apologized, to which he nodded and smiled at you, shaking his head in reassurance.

“I guess I should admit to my mistakes. I've been so busy that I haven't been able to prioritize us and our time. Believe me when I say I treasure every moment we spent together.”

At that you smiled, oh how sweet he was.

“I treasure our time together as well…” you trailed off, “more than you can imagine.”

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sweetiesicheng · 2 years ago

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kun - late night

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not only is it a new year, but it’s our lovely wayv leader’s birthday. happy kun day ! (go stream phantom)

"okay, all done," you said to yourself and walked out of the cafe. you locked the door with your key and put the keys in your bag.

oh, i should pick up some dinner. yea, i'm not going to kun's tonight.

you started walking to a convenience store that was at the other end of the street. as you walked, your phone rang.

you took your phone out of your bag and pressed it against your ear, "hello?" you answered.

"y/n?" you recognized kun's voice.

"oh, hi. what's up?" you asked.

"are you home yet?" he asked.

"i just left. i'm going to pick up some dinner right now actually," you answered.

"it's late, babe. you shouldn't walk all of the way home by yourself. how about you spend the night here?" he suggested.

"all of a sudden? i'd feel bad," you said to him.

"you can wear my clothes. i just don't want you walking all the way to your place this late."

you smiled, "okay," you said. "i'll be there soon."

"don't buy dinner. i'm about to cook dinner for everyone," kun said to you. "okay?"

you hummed in response. "i won't. see you soon."

"bye bye."

you hung up and immediately started walking to kun's dorm. luckily for you, it was near by and it only took a few minutes to walk to.

you reached the dorm and let yourself in with your key. as you closed the door behind you, a familiar puppy ran up to you.

"oh, hello bella," you crouched down and pet the pup. "how are you today? did you have a good day?" you asked and smiled at her, giving her some love.

"bella! i thought you loved daddy more!" lucas whined as he appeared in the doorway. bella ran back to lucas. "hey y/n."

"hi." you took your shoes off and slipped on some slippers and walked into the dorm. you saw winwin and hendery in the living room playing a video game. you went into the kitchen, where kun was cooking and ten was bothering him.

"get away from me," kun arrogantly spoke in mandarin.

"give me your love!" ten exclaimed, earning a grunt from the leader.

"be nice to your kids, babe," you laughed and both of them looked at you.

"get this weirdo off of me," kun said and ten immediately got away from him. "now you leave me alone?" he questioned.

"well, since y/n is here, i need to make sure my own kids are okay," ten said. "hey y/n," he said as he walked past you.

"hi," you said to ten. then, you went up to kun and hugged him from behind, "hi handsome."

"hi beautiful," he turned around and kissed you. "go change. i grabbed you clothes to change into, they're on the bed."

"okay," you gave him another kiss before leaving. you saw ten, xiaojun, lucas, and yangyang playing with their pets in hendery and ten's room as you walked to kun's room. you walked in and locked the door.

you put your bag on the desk and changed into the t-shirt and shorts that kun let you wear. you tied your hair up and unlocked the door before sitting on the bed. you checked your phone to make sure no one needed you and left your phone on kun's bed before walking out of the room.

"bella! come back here!" xiaojun shouted and the pup came up to you again.

"bella, i thought you loved us more!" yangyang spoke in disappointment.

"cause she's sick of you guys. i'm surprised they haven't tried to run away from here," you said while walking into the room with bella in your arms. you sat down on the floor next to ten and bella stayed in your lap.

"leon, sit," ten said to the cat, who was trying to eat a treat.

"leon and louis are cats, not dogs," you comments as you watched while petting bella.

"guys! come out and eat!" you heard kun shout. bella jumped out of your lap as you stood up. you left the room with the guys following you and went into the kitchen. "y/n, can you grab that bowl?" kun pointed to the counter, where a bowl of steaming food was sitting.

"yea, where should i put it?" you asked him.

"anywhere, it doesn’t matter,” he replied.

"okie," you grabbed a bowl from the counter and put it onto the table.

all of the guys scrambled around in the kitchen, and you sat down next to winwin.

"stop moving, let me put this on the table," kun said to xiaojun. he put a plate of food onto the table. "okay, let's eat."

"thanks for cooking, kun ge," hendery said to the leader.

"yea, thanks," yangyang spoke up. "y/n, can you pass me that?" he pointed to a plate.

"yea," you stood up and passed a plate to ten, who passed it to yangyang. you sat down and started eating. "this is yummy," you mentioned and grabbed some more food before it was taken away by everyone else.

"thank god kun can cook. we'd be screwed if he couldn't," lucas said while chewing.

dinner quickly ended and you tried to help clean up, but kun told you to go relax in his room. you went to his shared room and got ready for bed.

"you guys are annoying," you heard kun speak as he walked into the room. he locked the door behind him, "i live with a bunch of weirdos."

"that isn't the first time you've said that," you laughed and put your phone down on his nightstand.

kun laid down and hugged you, "don't leave work late again."

"i know, i know," you said to him and hugged him back. "thank you for letting me stay here," you said and kissed his cheek. "i love you."

"i love you too," kun said and kissed your forehead.

"hey! let us in!"

"kun ge!"

"you need to stop locking them out," you said to kun as yangyang and xiaojun knocked on the door.

"they'll get over it," kun said while draping the blanket over the two of you.

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peach-jaehyunie · 1 year ago

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Prologue: Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth

Pairing: YN/Multi Genre: Mafia AU, Gangs, Revenge, Knife play as foreplay Warnings: Swearing, Implied sexual content, Violence Rating: 18+ Words: 4.1k Groups: NCT, WAYV, TXT, The Boyz

Character intros: Y/N “With a Twist, Lee Juyeon “Iceman”, Jung Jaehyun “The Tiger’, Choi Yeonjun “Smiley”, Choi Soobin “Lemon”, Jacob Bae “Molotov”, Qian Kun “Grim Reaper”

“You really purr like a cat when you want something,” you offhandedly remark as you go around picking up trinkets, examining them, and putting them back down.

“That’s how I got my name, you know” Jung Jaehyun, “The Tiger”, sits down on his bed loosening his tie. His legs are carelessly spread and his knees are bent almost as if he were crouching because of how low the mattress is to the floor.

You can feel his eyes on you, analyzing your every move through the glass panels that separate his room from where you were exploring his bachelor pad. ‘Cocky fuck, you can see right into his bedroom as soon as you walk in.’ Your skin prickles as the only rooms left unexplored are the bedroom and bathroom, and you take careful steps towards the glass he was still watching you from behind. Jaehyun removes his tie completely, tossing it carelessly towards the foot of his bed as you lean against his dresser. Your eyes meet from across the room and his expression turns somewhat predatory as he begins to unbutton his shirt collar. Hating the way he looks at you, you turn to examine the watches he had laid out on the dresser. Some were sporty and sleek, others were jewel encrusted and they all felt heavy in your hands.

“Aren’t you gonna ask why I brought you here?”

You turn back to face him on the bed, smirking at him; though you had very much been wondering why he wanted to see you in such personal quarters.

“I’ve been waiting for you to tell me,” you don’t miss the way his eyes wander to your leg that shows through the slit in your dress as you take a few steps towards him.

Jaehyun sat forward letting his eyes slowly travel from your leg back up to your face when he spoke his next words:

“I want what you have hidden between your legs.”

You scoff, but your eyes remain cold as steel: the only thing hidden between your legs was a defensive weapon.

“I assure you that there is nothing between my legs that would be of any interest to you.”

“Okay, I’ll bite again,” he says as he stands up and closes the gap between you “How about what you have hidden between your breasts?”

If you were being honest, it was a bit of a surprise tonight when you had been instructed to meet someone from Purgatory and waiting for you at the bar was their best hitman.

“I suppose you think women only have two hiding spots.” you speak in an even, liquid tone as if your voice could bathe Jaehyun’s entire form.

“Not at all; but last time I took a special interest in what was between your thighs.”

Jaehyun had circled you and come up behind to rest his chin on your shoulder. His words made you feel a little warm, and his touch made the contents of your stomach churn in a bad way. Of course your dumb luck would have it that they would send The Tiger out to meet you tonight; just incase you were to trying to pull a slick one on the most powerful mob in town.

“I hope you weren’t expecting some rookie tonight that doesn’t know all the tricks you have in your little bag of goodies.” His breath is hot against your neck, but it makes your innards ice cold.

“I hate to disappoint you,” you say, turning to face him, “But I have no tricks tonight and you’ve wasted your time bringing me here.”

Jaehyun steps in really close to you, his body pressing into yours but you have no intention to step back just yet—even when you can feel the mostly forgotten revolver in his pocket imprinting against you.

“Then where’s the chip, little Twist?”

“Hidden,” you smile at him, taking a little step back “In plain sight.”

Jaehyun’s eyes scan you for a moment, he’s just about had enough of playing tiger and mouse. You want out of his apartment as quickly as possible, so you bring your hand to the beautiful ear cuff encrusted with diamonds that you wear and remove it.

“Hand it over.” He puts his hand out to you, stopping you from where you were just about to place the ear cuff on his bedside table.

Slowly, you stretch your hand out to his; your other hand ready to reach for the blade hidden between your thighs in case he tries anything. You drop it into his outstretched palm, turning to leave—your job is done.

“Not so fast,” that’s what you were afraid of: his boss didn’t just want the chip, he wanted information.

“So that’s why you wanted me to come home with you.”

You don’t look at him, your back is still to Jaehyun and you look straight ahead as you speak.

“Well...we have some fond memories here, too.” He chuckles as you hear him pat the bed.

“I think once was enough—“

“Three times wasn’t it?”

The cocky tone in his voice is unmistakable, you need to get out before you get caught in the intricate web of lies and fantasies he spins.

“I got it in an unmarked envelope, I don’t know who sent it.” You change the subject completely, hoping he forgets the ludicrous ideas about getting you back into his bed.

“I don’t believe you.”

“There was no name—“

“I believe that part,”

“No fingerprints,”

“Understandable,”

“There wasn’t a note or anything, so I really—“

“See, that’s the problem, Twist: my instincts and sources tell me that’s bullshit.”

His sources, see that was the real problem: everyone here ratted on everyone else and the Grim Reaper always found out. His little moles lived in every gutter and vent.

“It just said ‘Use it well’,”

“That’s all?”

“That’s all,” you hoped the slump in your shoulders was imperceptible.

“Well, I guess if that’s all then you can go...I always can find you later if I have any questions.”

Hopefully the little information leaves less of a chance for blood on your hands. You don’t even take one last look at the apartment: hoping you’ll never see it—or its inhabitant—again.

You got in the elevator alone, remarkably calm for someone who had just spent the evening with one of the most dangerous people in the city. Taking out your phone and typing in the password (as fingerprint print codes and face recognition were more lethal in this line of work), you open up your messages app and click on an icon of an angel with the nickname ‘Cobie’.

<<It’s done>> you text him.

<<That took longer than I expected>> he replied just as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

The lobby was empty so you decided to text him back:

<<they sent the tiger>>

You sighed, exiting the lobby your stomach still feeling a little iffy with the gnawing feeling of being watched. You wouldn’t doubt that there were cameras set up to monitor who came and went from his building. Filled taxis passed by not looking for any more passengers. The night air prickled your skin as you waited for an Uber to arrive.

“Where are you going?” the driver asked once you were seated.

You named a busy street off the top of your head, pulling out your phone again as it vibrates in your hand.

“Where are you going?” The voice on the phone asked you before you could even say ‘hello’.

“Location 4,” you lean over to check the GPS on the dash “In about eight minutes.”

The line immediately disconnects; pressing your lips into a thin line, you endure the rest of the ride in silence—the driver seems to sense that you are in no mood to talk. The transition works something like a well oiled machine: effortlessly you step out of your Uber onto the curb of a busy nightlife hub, and just as your Uber is pulling away a dark vehicle with dark windows pulls up and you climb inside.

“Hey, Smiley,”

The yellow-blond-haired man in the driver’s seat grinned as he looked into the rearview mirror. This car ride was even more silent, Smiley kept his eyes on the road or diligently checking the mirrors. You had never known him to take the same route twice, he didn’t need a map he just drove: roundabout ways, shortcuts, handling vehicles through narrow alleys as easily as if he were on a highway. You finally took the other earring out and put it in your clutch as Smiley pulled up in front of a warehouse fitted with garage doors. He maneuvered to one of the entrances, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel before a motor sounded from inside the warehouse and the door began to rise. Within the warehouse was a garage; cars of different sizes and makes each parked in their own bays, a little office was in the corner and light shone through its barred windows.

There was a strange mix of smells when you opened your door to get out once Smiley had pulled into a bay; motor oil, chemical cleaners, and a distinct odour of candles that had just been blown out. Smiley didn’t move from his seat, he had pulled out his phone and was absentmindedly chewing gum as he scrolled. You sat there with the door open for a minute, waiting for him to say something or make a move to get out of the car. Smiley must have become aware that you were waiting on him as he finally put his phone back in his pocket, clearing his throat as he turned to look at you. A little groan escaped your mouth when his bruised eye and split lip finally came into your view. He chuckled at your reaction, but there was no hiding how tender his lip must have felt as he winced.

“I thought you seemed quieter than usual.”

“It stings a bit to talk,” tentatively he brought his fingers up to his split lip “And where my lip ring is it kinda got smashed right into my gums on the bottom.” He pulled his lip down to show you his bloody gum below his front teeth. You shook your head, turning away from him so he didn’t catch your eye roll.

“The other guy looks way better, no doubt,” came a voice and you were suddenly face to face with a young guy who stuck his head through your open door.

Eric was smiling and he offered you a hand as you stepped out of the vehicle.

“I’m a pretty nice guy, I let them off with just a scrape,” Smiley defended as he finally got out of the vehicle and tossed the keys to Eric.

Eric searched through the pockets of his coveralls before pulling out another set of keys and tossing them back to Smiley.

You and Smiley said your good-byes to Eric, walking over to a car parked near the office where framed baseball jerseys hung displaying the name ‘SOHN’.

Smiley’s car smelled sweet, as though Juicy Fruit gum had been marinated into the seats.

“Anything interesting tonight?” He asked as he pulled back out onto the road.

You thought back to the hotel bar where you recognized Jaehyun—that was a story best kept between you and Jacob; especially the part where you went back to The Tiger’s apartment. You kept your expression still, only moving your head to look out the window.

“Tonight was uneventful.” You paused, clenching your thighs together so you could feel the firm outline of the navaja, “But I’m...in the market,” you trailed off.

Yeonjun’s head snapped to look at you, he cleared his throat and you were sure that if it had been light out his eyes would have been visibly sparkling.

Maybe it was earlier than you thought because when Smiley pulled into the Azure Cross Bowling Alley the parking lot was full.

“Busy tonight,” you offhandedly remarked.

“Yeah, um, we’ll go in the side entrance.”

He parked next to a little Mazda sedan, locking his car as you both got out. You followed him towards a metal door on the building, holding up your dress as you stepped around a few large dirty puddles before going inside. There was a faint throb of music to be heard through the walls, and a persistent hum of people talking from the alleys. It smelled like pizza and hamburgers, but you couldn’t hear any noise from the kitchen as you followed him down a hallway only lit with blue backstage lights towards the back of the building. ‘Employees Only’ read the sign on the door, Yeonjun unlocked it and you followed him into a cluttered office that was mostly taken up by a pool table that you couldn’t play pool on because it was covered with boxes of receipts and bank statements. A cluttered bookshelf built into the wall revealed another door; this room was sparse and industrial looking, longer than it was wide.

“I have something that I think you might like,” Smiley energetically walked over to the left side of the room and pulled open a concealed drawer, “I only got it in a couple of days ago and I know you like—“

In his excitement, you were able to walk up close behind him and in the time it took for him to turn around there was a rattle of steel, and the navaja was pressed against his throat. He gulped. Once. His eyes found yours and he gulped a second time. The room was grey but his cheeks were very pink as you glared up at him and pressed the blade into his neck.

Your expression softened, your eyes first and then your mouth followed suit breaking into a kind smile. It was the dull side of the blade.

“I’m sorry, I’ve been wanting to try that all night; it’s more fun to practice on a person.” You close the knife and stow it back between your thighs as quickly as you had taken it out.

“No worries,” Yeonjun looked a bit flustered for half a second, but more than quickly enough his face had returned to his characteristic smirk.

He turned to the polished granite slab in the middle of the room, placing an object wrapped in cloth on the slab. You stepped up to the granite table, unwrapping the swaddled knife. It was a switchblade slightly longer than the one you were carrying, with a narrow engraved handle.

“It’s a switchblade variety of Rampuri; a little ornate but still deadly. I have heard about some gravity versions, but haven’t come across any…” Smiley shrugged and half-sat on the granite table, one leg dangling as the other foot remained firmly planted on the floor.

“May I” your hand hovered over the weapon as you met his eyes, taking this chance to once again survey his face and his thick, bruised but still enticing lips.

His assent was nonverbal, and the Rampuri was soon in your deft fingers where you maneuvered it easily because of the knife’s well-engineered balance, twirling it and retracting the blade and releasing it a few times while pretending to draw it.

“I like it,” you finally state, positioning the blade once more into its closed position “I need a few more throwing stars as well; I...missplaced a few last month.”

He gave you a wry smile at your admission, standing up from the table which he sat upon and opening another concealed and very shallow drawer. Yeonjun always had a great selection of shuriken, and without thinking too much about it you grabbed a blue one that was shaped like a snowflake out of the drawer and turned toward the far side of the room where Smiley had lowered a target. In a matter of seconds the steel found its purchase in the eye of the target; you straightened up, glancing back to where Yeonjun stood quietly near the still open drawer.

“It really never gets less impressive,” he remarked while his eyes remained transfixed on the embedded shuriken.

“I agree; it’s a great party trick.” you quipped with a wink. “I’ll get an assortment of five of them,” you nodded your head towards the drawer.

The lethal party tricks were stowed away when you parted with the blond and bruised weapons dealer; given the amount of crime in the city, you sincerely doubted you were his first or would be his last client of the night. He was one or the larger independent suppliers — you knew that gangs like Purgatory imported all their own — Smiley kept all the little players outfitted. That’s how he usually came to know too much information; his mouth could be just as dangerous as the weapons he peddled.

The bowling alley had turned down to a quiet muffle as you retraced your earlier steps up the hallway to an exit. Muffled singing of a soft-voiced woman permeated through the walls and into crevices, there was no din of victory as though a new strike had been made: it made the hallway feel emptier…and much larger. Quickening your pace, the arches of your feet burned in retaliation against your choice of heels. The adrenaline from earlier had worn off, and now you thought about who might have ratted you out to Purgatory or who might have seen you on the arm of The Tiger going up to his condo: and their spectre was your shadow as you hastened to the door.

“Twist,” The deep voice spoke barely above a whisper as you passed.

Your head spun as he interrupted your thoughts, a tall and lanky figure appeared as though between a fissure in the wall where he had opened another door a crack. Soobin’s tousled black hair fell into his eyes, longer than it had been the last time you saw him, and there were dark half-moons beneath his eyes. Stopping long enough only to check that you were alone in the hallway, you slipped beneath his arm as he opened the door further to allow your entrance.

“Have you heard from Iceman?” he interrogated no sooner than he shut the door.

You were shocked by the question, but didn’t let it show in your countenance. “Of course not, I barely know him.” you offhandedly remarked.

Soobin sighed and his demeanour softened, his face looked more youthful when he pouted and you were hit with a gentle pang when you remembered how young he still seemed to you. He rubbed his eyes and padded over to the organized mess of a desk. Monitors of graphs and numbers sat on every surface with notifications sliding into the the right hand corner of the screen every few seconds, choco pie wrappers and half finished salty snacks littered one side table, while surveillance footage broadcast on the wall 24/7.

“What was on it?”

You knew what he was talking about; the chip, but chose to feign ignorance. “On what?”

“The chip — why did Purgatory want it, and who told them that knew you had it?” His questions made you grit your teeth.

“I only told one person. Maybe it was a set up,” The possibility of the latter made you angry; you didn’t appreciate being made a mockery of, or worse: used as bait.

Soobin hesitated before he carefully phrased the next inquiry, “And do you trust the person you told?”

Your blood ran cold in your veins, and the downy hairs on your body bristled at the implication; if you couldn’t trust him then you couldn’t trust anyone. “With my life.” you declared.

The younger man nodded curtly at your words, he heard the finality in your tone and knew to push no further. Nevertheless, ice churned in your belly as it became more apparent that everyone knew you had either been betrayed or duped, knew that you were on Purgatory’s radar, knew that you had been in the den of an enemy and left unscathed. It was a bad time to be seen as amicable with one of the most dangerous and despised men in town, or to be aiding the most powerful.

“Take this,” he held out a piece of brown paper ripped from a bag, you hesitated before accepting the scrawl denoting a location, time and date. “Burn it once you have it memorized.”

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Molotov didn’t speak much on the way home to his apartment; both hands on the steering wheel and eyes on the road, but you could tell that he was smouldering beneath the facade — The Tiger had murdered his former gang member only weeks before.

“Did you get anything out of him?” Jacob eventually asked when you arrived home, and for a moment you felt guilty that you hadn’t pressed Jaehyun for more information; even if you knew well enough that he never would have budged if he didn’t want to.

“I wasn’t in much of a position to bargain.” you stated plainly, dropping your clutch and phone on the counter and heading to the bathroom to take a shower.

“I guess he wouldn’t have said anything in public anyways.” He reasoned when you came out wearing a towel.

Jacob sat in deep contemplation on the aged sofa — for a moment you wondered if he had even been talking to you just a second ago, or if he had been trying to talk himself calmly through his rage and stifled desire for revenge. You hesitated for a moment at the door of the guest room where you kept enough of your belongings to spend a night; should you keep up the lie? Soobin’s expression from earlier flashed through your mind when you had said you trusted the person you confided in with your life; you would have to trust Jacob with this as well — before he found out from someone else.

“We weren’t in public — at least not for very long,” out of the corner of your eye you saw him raise his head, “He took me back to his condo.”

Jacob looked as though he was about to stand up when he heard this.

“Don’t worry,” you interjected, “I already checked if he bugged me or anything like that.”

The figure on the sofa sank back into the cushions, but he was stiff and you recognized his thinking expression.

“Can I— Can I ask if you…slept with him?” He must’ve trusted you less than you thought.

“You can,” your voice was cold and deep, there was warning in it that Jacob surely heard.

“Did you?” his tone was clear, undoubtedly perceiving that he was on thin ice, but still intrinsically needing an answer when he was still in mourning for a friend fallen victim to The Tiger's hand.

“Not this time.”

Only in the wee hours when you eventually heard Jacob retreat to his room did you exit to the balcony and burn the note from Soobin that you had memorized.

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The sky threatened rain, a heavy gust of wind blew desiccated leaves down the sidewalk as pedestrians pulled their lightweight coats shut against the autumn chill that had crept into the air. You are lost in a small crowd of people waiting for the bus, glancing at every face to see if it belongs to someone you might be better to not run into. A bus pulls up, its wheels squealing to a halt and the tide of people begin to move towards its doors. You move with them but also against; you keep weaving to the back of the line until you are the only person left standing at the curb as you watch the doors close and the bus pull away. It’s just you and one of the last remaining phone booths in the city fifteen feet to your right. People walk by fully engrossed by their own personal conundrums — they don’t notice you, or the tinny ring of the phone.

You pick up on the eighth ring: “Hello?”

It takes a moment for you to recognize the voice, and when it registers you can only wonder why the rogue would contact you. Ji Changmin’s best friend, AWOL assassin, the man who avowed to seek vengeance against The Tiger himself: Iceman.

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Leer » No One But You

#ten lee #kpop fanfic #wattpad #wayv #fanfic #wattpad fanfiction #kpop #kpop smut #qian kun #kunten

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lebrookestore · 4 years ago

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

Collab hosted by @heartyyjeno and @neojaems

𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐚��𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐄𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧

Pairing: Qian Kun x reader

Themes: richkid au-ish, royalty au-ish, slight humour, ANGST, strangers to lovers, betrayal, suspense, drugs, murder, cruises, pride and prejudice

Warnings: angst, mentions of murder, drugs, smoking, betrayal, drugging, making out, messed up stuff honestly

Wc: 17.1k

Taglist: @danishmiilk @channoticedmeuwu @chicksung @1-800-seo @blueprint-han @jenosslut @cupidluvstarrz @kkakkdugi @sweetlyjaem @vera-liscious @leetaeyonglover @kunrengui @unknown5tar @kisshim @the-rooftop-fight @rueyins @kiri-ah @sly-merlin @alicanta77 @rouiyan @jae-dreamin @peachyyjaes @girlwithmightymuses-deactivated @jenoleemonade @radiorenjun

Summary: Many things can happen on a cruise ship, most of them are unexpected. Secrets are exposed, arrangements are brought to light and love can bloom- but when the secrets and arrangements clash, will the love survive? [loosely based on the Opera; Tristan and Isolde]

Playlist: here

Authors note: My first collab fic!!! I honestly really love how this turned out, and I hope you do too! Take this as a thank you for 400 as well, since I have literally nothing else planned rip. Thanks to Mina for letting me scream about this fic to her and feedback would be really appreciated! Without further ado, I present to you: Love Shot!

“Lady Y/n”, the woman greeted you, bowing respectfully. You smiled softly, touching her shoulder to indicate that it was alright. “Winter”, you said fondly, “You know I don’t care for formalities”, you reminded the girl, who nodded eagerly, and took your bags.

Sighing tiredly, you stood at the entrance, waiting for Winter to return and guide you to your room on the cruise ship, where you would be staying for the next three months. The air was crisp, more breathable than it was in the city. Crossing one hand over the other, standing up straight, you exude confidence and an air of authority, something everyone around you acknowledged and respected.

Your family was and would always be one of the most respected families in Japan. You had money, a name, and many many enemies. There was always someone on the prowl, ever ready to steal your family’s worth, to ruin its reputation. Your father had gotten the family estate when the wealth had been divided amongst him and his brothers, and that had only added up to your net worth. As the daughter of one of the richest men in the world, you had big shoes to fill, especially since you had no siblings.

You had had your fair share of bad publicity, and drama. Scandals always lazily floated around, and at this point, you welcomed them like an old friend. Added some spice into your otherwise very structured life.

A year ago, your father had died, leaving all the responsibilities to fall upon you. He had been found dead one morning in his bed, your mother shaking as she sat on the edge, looking on at her dead husband with a crazed look in her eyes. There were rumours and suspicions, but you decided to pay no heed to them.

And with all these new responsibilities, you made the news more times than you cared to count, and the way the media preyed on the tragedy, highlighting it, using it against you. Your mother was at her wit’s end, a broken shell of the commanding woman she was before. You heeded every request of hers, and fulfilled any wish, no matter how idiotic. Your life had changed, but at the same time, it hadn’t. You were still the same filthy rich girl from before.

Winter returned, a rosy hue on her cheeks as she greeted you once more. “This way Ma’am”, you grabbed her arm, glaring mockingly, “Y/n”, you asserted, “You’re never this formal Win, what happened?”

“It’s my job”, she said sheepishly, “And I’m a little out of it, please don’t pay any attention to it”

You wanted to prod her further but decided to respect her privacy, and silently followed her down the halls of the ship, studying your surroundings. It was clear the place was dripping with money, nothing you weren’t used to. With the gold plating and jewel-encrusted chandeliers, you felt more at home than on a vacation.

Well, it wasn’t really a vacation now, was it?

This was business, for your family. A set plan, rules and things you had to do. Even thought it was all arranged, you still had to look pretty and smile and be nice to him.

Stopping in front of a door, she fished out a pair of keys and inserted one of them into the keyhole, opening it and leading you into your room for the stay. It was one of the first-class cabins on the cruise, more spacious than the others. Bowing once again, Winter left you, promising to return to call you for dinner. Sitting down on your bed, you inspected the room, noting its features. It was all the same.

Deciding to get ready for the dinner, you unzipped one of your bags, picking through the garments you had brought along with you. You knew dinners were a big thing, especially if you were of your status, and today would be monumental, especially since you would be meeting someone, and that someone was very important. Finally choosing a silk dress, you slipped it on, retouching your makeup and checking your phone for any updates, you left your room making sure you had your keys with you. The hallways were pretty chilly, so you decided to turn back and get your pullover just in case.

Waiting patiently by your door for Winter, you checked your phone, reading over the message your mother sent you. A list of instructions, a code of conduct for the evening.

You had to impress them.

Once again, Winter showed up, still donning the rosy blush as she regarded you, and began leading you through the winding halls of the ship. She seemed to be very out of it, not completely focusing on the task at hand as she tripped over her own feet. You reached out, grabbing her arm and stabilizing the girl.

“I’m sorry”, she squeaked, “Forgive me”

“Be careful Winter”, you said, “And stop patronizing yourself, you’re never like this”

Flustered, she nodded a little too fast, “I’m sorry Y/n, just following orders”

“Whose orders?”, you asked incredulously. She rested her hand on the gold plated doorknob, turning to you.

“Your mother of course”, she said, before pushing the door open. Hushed whispers traveled across the room at your arrival, the room falling into silence.

Dinner was served.

Kun walked into the dining hall, his eyes dark and alight with amusement. He slipped his hands in his pockets, leisurely making his way to one of the tables. He observed the scene, taking note of the crowd. Jazz music played softly in the background, setting the mood. Clicking his tongue, he pulled out a chair taking a seat at the table he had chosen.

He wasn’t alone, there were two other men sitting there, and a woman. One was his brother, Chenle, who was six years younger than Kun. He looked intimidating for an eighteen-year-old, with a square-ish jaw and large eyes. They were set in a blank stare, as if he was used to this, and was tired of it. He regarded Kun with a nod, before going back to his food.

The other was his uncle, Akira, who was only ten years older than Kun himself, being the youngest brother from his mother’s side. He was dressed in an expensive suit, eyes covered with his dark sunglasses. He didn’t even acknowledge Kun, instead, he had his eyes trained on the door, presumably waiting for someone.

The woman was sitting next to Kun, his sister, Yuxi, younger than him by a year. She didn’t even spare a look at Kun, but he was used to it.

A server walked up to the table, handing Kun a menu, and bowing respectfully. He was wearing a white suit, in pristine condition, hair slicked back, shoes polished to the point of reflection. Kun studied the boy, who seemed a few years younger than him. His tag read ‘Heesung’, and he looked bored out of his mind.

“Heesung”, Kun said, “I’d like a glass of Dom Pérignon please”, he requested, to which Heesung nodded, taking note of it in his notepad. “I’ll come back with your drink and order”, he informed Kun as he left.

The doors opened, two women standing there. One was obviously the help of the other, dressed in a black and white uniform. She opened the door wider, exposing the other women to the crowd. She was obviously of some high status, the air around her seemed to hold some sort of authority. She walked down the stairs, her help close behind as she scanned the room to spot a table for herself.

You soon found the table you had been assigned to by your darling mother and walking towards it. You held your head a little higher, asserting a sort of silent dominance over them. Winter pulled out a seat for you, and you thanked her softly, turning to the man on your right.

“Akira, I suppose”, you said, lifting your hand up and shaking his hand. He smiled, “The lovely Y/n”, he said, “I presume your mother has told you about me”

He was handsome, you supposed, in an oldish way. You nodded, “Yes, she has”

“And I hope you are intrigued”, he suggested. You forced a smile, biting down the initial disgust at the older man. “Very much so”, you assured him, turning to the other two, “And you are”, you asked, desperate to avoid any further interaction with Akira.

“Yuxi”, the lady sitting next to Akira introduced herself, holding up a glass of some sort of drink, looking at the other two men.

“I’m Chenle”, the one on your left greeted, smiling slightly. You returned the gesture, looking at the other one expectantly.

“Kun”, he said, disinterest apparent in his tone. “A pleasure to meet you, Y/n”, he said coyly, leaning back in his chair and observed you. Nodding at his curt response, you waited in silence for the waiter to come and take your order. “So who are you?”, Kun asked, to which you blinked in surprise. “You mean you don’t know?”, you asked, not meaning to sound as vain as it came out. You were genuinely shocked at the fact he didn’t know who you were.

“Kun”, Akira warned, “I told you about the lovely Y/n”, he explained, “You know about the deal”

“Was I expected to know her?”, he asked, “To be fair, she's like every other woman here, just richer”

Your eyes widened at his blatant disrespect, as his lips upturned into a smirk, somewhat enjoying your obvious discomfort.

“Ahem”, Heesung interrupted, “Your order?”

Mildly put off, you asked for the meal you wanted, trying not to sink into your seat from embarrassment. If your mother was here, she would’ve given you an earful if you slouched.

Always hold yourself to a higher standard Y/n, she constantly reminded you, Head a little higher than the rest.

Ignore him darling”, Akira advised you. The nickname set a bitter taste in your mouth.

“Excuse me”, you said, “I’m not feeling well”, getting up, you called for Winter, asking her to get your food to your room.

You walked out gracefully, not missing the sly smile that Kun gave you.

Mornings were something you had always looked forward to. You woke up early on most days, while your mother was still asleep, to be alone with your thoughts. It was hard to think with your mother droning on about responsibilities, and things she wanted you to do for her. You had to mindlessly listen, and accomplish every task she set out for you. You were beyond thankful for Winter, who helped you, and single handedly kept you sane. She was your friend, more than a servant, which was why her sudden formality was confusing you.

While your mother wasn’t with you at the moment, you still decided to leave the confines of your bed, and explore the cruise in peace and quiet, perhaps get an early breakfast alone. You changed into acceptable clothing, casual instead of the finery you were used to and tired of, and headed out to the deck. The cool sea breeze was welcoming, making you feel refreshed. You sipped the tea in your hands, cupping the mug to provide some warmth to your fingers, as you leaned against the railing of the ship.

The floors were made of wood, giving it a rustic feel to it. It contrasted the marble interiors, giving it a simpler look. It was homely, more so than your own home. You smiled wantonly, the silence of the scene comforting.

You mother came to mind, as you remembered the deal, the entire reason why you were on this cruise, it wasn’t a happy vacation, on the contrary, it was a welcoming, an introduction to a new family, one you would soon be thrown into.

“You're alone”, a voice observed. You turned around to face the man from yesterday.

“Qian Kun”, you said politely, “It appears so”

You weren’t particularly angry at him for not knowing who you were, in fact, you would go as far as to say, you were relieved.

“Relax, I know who you are, I’m just teasing you”, he said, which destroyed all hopes of you being an unknown person. You raised an eyebrow in the question of his doings, to which he grinned, “Y/n Osaki”.

You nodded, looking down at your tea, not quite knowing what to say. You didn’t know Kun very well, but from the short encounters you had with him, he confused you. You studied him for a moment, trying to understand him. He seemed to be put together, content with himself, yet he took pleasure in trivial things, like getting a reaction out of you.

“Well, I don’t truly know you, other than the fact you’re this rich girl my uncle is interested in”, he quipped, standing at your side and looking out at the sea, not sparing you another glance.

“Uncle?”, you asked slightly horrified. Kun seemed to be around your age, so the thought of Akira being his uncle sounded very messed up, especially since your mother was also rooting for the older man.

Kun hummed in agreement, “he was ten when I was born”, he continued. You decided to ignore that fact, for now, focusing on the subtle dig he had thrown at you. “You’re rich too, or so it seems. Certainly, you’re wealthy if you can afford this cruise”

You hadn’t meant to sound vain or stuck up, but it was true. This wasn’t a cheap stay, especially since you knew they were staying on the first-class level of the ship just as you were. Your mother had told you almost everything about them.

He seemed amused, his dimples appearing as he smiled, “We’re comfortable”

You scoffed at the statement, deciding to take a sip of your tea instead of retorting. The conversation, if you could even call it that, fell into a silence. You tapped against the porcelain of the cup, looking blankly at the water.

He was attractive, dark hair splayed across his forehead, dark grey eyes, lips that seemed to upturn into a smirk easily. He had an easy going demeanor, with a touch of underlying darkness, you supposed. It piqued your interest, but you made sure not to show it.

“See you around Y/n”, he said, walking away, seemingly bored. You watched him disappear under the deck, and suddenly, you were all alone.

Alone with your thoughts.

“And school? How is that going?’, you asked, switching your phone to your other hand as you flipped the page of your book. Your brother bristled at the other end of the line, clearly not pleased with the turn of the conversation, “It’s fine”, he said, “Same old. Sungchan is still trying to woo that lower class girl”, he said this with a snicker, “It’s pathetic really.”

“Tsk”, you clicked your tongue, “Don’t belittle her, she’s smart”

“And not to our standard”, he replied, “Sungchan should know better”

“Shotaro”, you said in a warning tone, “Leave it alone, he’s probably just messing with her. You know how we do things”

“Of course, but it’s turning into an infatuation of sorts, he only talks of her! I’m tired of it”

“Maybe he’s in love”, you suggested, turning the next page. The line went silent, you didn’t worry too much as this gave you time to read a few paragraphs properly, instead of the skimming you had been doing. “And what is love Y/n, hmm?”

“Am I supposed to know?”, you bit back sarcastically. You could hear Shotaro scoff on the other side of the line, “You’re the one getting married, dear sister, and isn’t the eldest sibling supposed to teach the younger one?”

“I am not in love”, you said, “I do not need to teach you anything, pay attention in school instead”

“Love you too Y/n, goodbye”, he said flatly, deciding that if you were to talk of school, he was not going to have any part of it. You shook your head amusedly, placing your phone down and continuing to read. Shotaro was your brother, you were close to him, even with your constant bantering and seemingly formal conversation. It was just how the two of you had been brought up- in a very classy way. You had a reputation to uphold, and a family name to flaunt.

You shifted in your seat, hearing three knocks on the door. “Come in Winter”, you called out, and the girl walked in, holding a box that was wrapped in ribbon, a pretty bow sitting at the top. You placed your book aside, taking the box from her hands. “What is this for?” “Sir Akira sent it”, she explained, dusting down her generic uniform, “Hesaid he would like you to wear it tonight”

You raised an eyebrow at this, skeptical, but nodded. Winter made motion to leave, but you held her hand, “Sit”, you said with a smile, “Talk to me”

“Miss-”

“Y/n”, you reiterated, “Please Winter?”, she sighed at your request, taking a seat next to you on the bed. “You’re keeping your guard up, we grew up together, stop”, she sighed, “I know, I hate this too”

“Do you? This is my room, no one is watching here, now”, you moved over, patting your lap and she grinned, laying her head down on it. “Aren’t you going to open that?”

“Mmhh”, you hummed, pulling the ribbon, letting the cover loose as a pretty red fabric peeked through. You pulled out the dress, studying it.

“It’s pretty”, Winter observed, looking up at your skeptical face. “What happened?”

“I hate it”, you muttered, “It’s tasteful, sure, but I don’t want to wear it”, you folded it and placed it to the side. “I have several of these.” You wondered how Akira had gotten your size perfectly, let alone the similarity in your style of clothing so on point.

“You still have to wear it tonight”, she reminded you, prospering herself up on her elbows, “How’s your brother?” You glanced at her, picking your book up again, “He’s fine”

“Oh what are you reading?”, she asked, “Will you read to me?”

You nodded with a smile playing on your lips, opening the cover of Pride and Prejudice, leaning back and searching for the line you had finished on. The musty pages welcomed you back like an old friend as you indulged in the love story of Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. You read about the part, those five chapters where her feelings matured and her opinions changed over time for the man, who she had positively despised before.

You wondered if you’d ever fall for Akira, who you despised too, and was forced into marriage with. Maybe you were a lot like Lizzy Bennet, except you didn’t have a father to back you up.

Duty.

The Osaki Family was very familiar with this term, it was like every second day you heard it. With your family name came responsibilities, expectations and a warped sense of reality. Warped because your reality was very different from most people.

Duty came in different forms. For Shotaro, it was completing his extensive education and taking over the business side of the family, succeeding your father’s work. Your mother’s was to sit there and look pretty, the face of the family as of now, a sympathetic heroine of sorts ever since your father deceased. Yours was to extend family relations, and keep the prestige. You were going to take your mothers place, not something you were particularly looking forward to, but it had to be done.

It was your duty, after all.

The cruise was a way to get away from these duties, by keeping them at the forefront of your mind, replaying like a broken cassette tape.

“Y/n Osaki”, someone called out, and you looked up from your seat. You were sitting on the deck of the ship, reading in peace with your phone by your side in case of emergency. You recognized the woman as Kun’s sister.

“Yuxi, If I’m not mistaken?”, you asked, moving aside on the bench to give her room to sit. She crossed her legs, propping one hand on the backrest of the bench and smiling, “Tis I!”, her voice was cheerful, “I’m terribly bored of being surrounded by my brothers, so I thought I’d find you and talk to one of the female specimens”, she joked, causing your lips to upturn into a smile.

“Talking seems wonderful”, you assured her, “What would you like to talk about?”

“Anything honestly, something that isn’t about ‘who’s the man’”, she drawled, an unamused look on her face as she supposedly referenced her brother's banterring. Her eyes cast down to your book, “Jane Austen hmm? My brother loves that book”

“Which one?”

“Kun”, she answered, shifting in her seat, “He can argue for hours about whos the better character,” she smirked, stretching out her legs, “I love my family, but I’m tired of them”

“I understand that far better than you think”, you said, “I sometimes wish we weren’t related”

“You’re one to talk”, she snorted, “You have just about everything you’d ever need and more.”

“I’ll be losing it all in a little, I assume you know this”, you smiled sadly. She nodded, “Alright”, she said, “Perhaps you have everything except freedom”

Kun was tired.

In the event of having to deal with his brother and uncle’s ‘nonsense’ as he called it, he left the table at dinner to search for some quiet. He walked down the hallways of the ship, the soft rumbling of something he couldn’t quite make out reached his ears.

He passed his own room, and several others, before coming to the room he was looking for. It had a red door, washed out and dark so it didn’t really stand out. He pushed it open, entering a sort of mini hallway, with another door at the end.

He walked to that one too, entering a small, dark room. There were boxes and suitcases in there, all from his family.

But they weren’t all luggage.

He scanned the room, trying to remember something, it was like there had been an itch ever since he saw you. Like you had opened a door to a memory, but the memory was hazy, he couldn’t quite catch it. It was like a connection had been established, and he couldn’t quite shake it off.

He sighed in defeat, leaving the room and walking into the hallway once again, only to be met with you, donning a red dress, hair done up in curls. You startled, blinking on seeing him emerge from the side, “Oh”, you said, looking him up and down, “Hello, Kun.”

He took in your pretty features, wondering how you got roped into this.

“Shouldn't you be at dinner?”, Kun asked you, lips turning into a sly smile. You looked at him, seemingly unfazed, “Shouldn’t you?”

“Dinner is nothing special I can assure you that”, he muttered bitterly, “I take you're procrastinating getting there?”

You nodded, “As much as I enjoy your family's company, I am not entertained by your Uncle, no offense”, you rubbed the side of your arms, “This dress was given by him.”

“So that’s why he was talking to your servant”, Kun said, “Alright, let’s skip dinner then.”

“Skip it? My mother would-”

“We won't tell her”, he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “We’ll make up a convincing story.”

You studied him, deeming him sincere and nodding, “Lead the way then”, you gestured, and he took your hand, smirking and leading you down the hallways, “There’s a lounge somewhere here”, he mused, “Ah here.”

The two of you entered a fancy looking lounge that definitely matched the entirety of the cruise ship. There was a bar at the end, and couches in the center. You took a seat, leaning back as he went straight for the drinks

. “Want anything?”, he called, taking a bottle down.

“French 75”, you requested, “You sister told me you liked Jane Austen?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, “I do”, he agreed. “Why?” There was that odd feeling again, as if you held some sort of importance, but he couldn’t pinpoint why.

“I mean”, you looked over at the bar, “dinner isn’t going to get over anytime soon and we’re stuck with each other, friendly banter might help pass the time since I don’t have my phone or book with me.”

He hummed in agreement, “Which book are you reading?” “Pride and Prejudice.”

“High class families and their literature”, he hummed. “Alright, what about it?”

“You don’t seem very intrigued by the story”, you observed, taking the cocktail he handed you. “What do you think of Lizzy Bennet’s and Mr. Darcy’s relationship?”

“Lizzy Bennet, in crude terms would be considered a high class bitch.”

“Excuse you?”, you asked, slightly outraged in a playful manner. “She is smart and funny and has some brains, unlike the rest of the sisters.”

“She judged Darcy all too fast don't you think?” He raised his own glass to his lips, keeping his eyes on you as he spoke. “She blatantly disregarded his affections.”

You felt heat rush to your face, mostly in indignant anger, an urge to defend one of your all time favorite heroines of any sort of story. You had always stood by her. Seeing someone ridicule her, though you had invited him to do so, was irking. “She did not! He bitched about her family and confessed, expecting her to be okay with his idiocy?”

You asked him hotly, leaning forward in anticipation for his answer. He seemed amused by your irritation, “He’s a man of class, he’s going to judge a not so upper class family. I mean, you would know of this right?”

“Not if my family was belittled”, you said with a frown, “I see Darcy as the prick who refused to back down because of his goddamn pride.”

“I always thought Elizabeth was the one with pride, and Darcy held the Prejudice against her family.” His argument was strong.

You nodded. “I suppose you’re right, but Lizzy Bennet-”

“Can’t do any wrong?”

You muttered some not so ladylike things under your breath that your mother would’ve had your head for, glaring at the man who sat across you. While you were all up for playful arguing, being interrupted was something you weren't used to—nor did you appreciate it.

“Would you let me speak?”

He smirked, “I suppose you’re defending her because”, he looked at his glass, studying the clear liquid inside it, “you think of yourself as her.”

“I’m done here”, you said quietly, placing your drink down and getting up, refusing to look at him, knowing his smug expression would just irk you more. His accusation, while probably lighthearted, did not sit well with you.

“Goodbye.”

The sun was out the next afternoon, casting its golden rays on the deck of the ship, giving it a lovely, summery feel. Guests bustled and walked about, chatting in groups. A small band played their merriment off to the side, setting the mood with their joyful tunes.

Winter stood off to the side with the rest of the servants, a pensive expression on her pretty face.

You stood with the rest of the crowd, next to Akira’s family, returning the warm smile Yuxi sent you. Apparently, there was supposed to be some sort of performers on the ship to entertain the folk.

You sighed, watching the scene with a polite, yet bored gaze. You would rather be in your room reading, instead of out here. But of course, this was all done from obligation, you had to be there.

Akira shuffled to stand next to you, “I missed you yesterday”, he said, “I was looking forward to seeing you in the dress I got you.”

“I wasn’t feeling too well last night”, you fibbed, eyes meeting Kun’s for a fleeting second, “I appreciate the dress.”

You could feel Kuns smirk, even if you weren’t looking at him. Shifting on your feet, you leaned towards Winter, requesting her to get you a glass of water.

You were still so uncomfortable around Akira, with his easy smile and underlying words. You knew he was being nice because he had to. You were already his, whether you liked it or not. Shivering at the thought, you took the glass from your friend, taking a sip and trying to focus on the band that played a jazz rendition of ‘Seven Nation Army’.

You wondered for a moment, how it would be if you weren’t from the Osaki family. If you were just another girl, instead of leverage for your family. Once Shotaro was of age and finished his schooling, he would take your fathers place, your mother would remain a shell of herself, useless and forgotten.

You would be like her soon.

Yuxi called Akira for something, giving you room to breathe.

“I hope you’re not still angry at me”, Kun’s voice came from behind, an amused lilt to his voice, “About our little miff yesterday.”

You turned to face him, shaking your head, “I’ll admit, my storming off was a tad immature.”

He frowned, studying you. “Why are you so formal all the time?”

The question took you aback, “Sounds like you have a stick up your ass, reminds me of my friend, Ten.”

“You literally just apologized to me, only to insult me once again?”, you asked, wondering how his mind worked. He was so confusing, one moment all proper the next he acted like a regular kid with a crass sense of humour.

A smile stretched out on his lips, “I never apologized Y/n”, he reminded you, “I only asked you if you were still mad.”

“Touche”

“Loosen up a bit”, he said, “Don’t be so high strung all the time.”

You raised an eyebrow at this, “Oh do tell me how”

He grinned, taking your hand in his, intertwining your fingers, “Let’s go then, I have an idea.”

“Oh hell no”

“Oh hell yes”, Kun smirked, “Are you telling me you’ve never had a water balloon fight?”

“You’re telling me this is a regular occurrence for you?”, you asked incredulously. He shook his head, “No, but it's fun, so lets start”, he handed you a bunch of balloons in a bag.

“How the fuck do you even have these? We’re on a cruise?”, your confusion was comical.

The two of you stood in an empty hall in the cruise, and Kun had locked the door so no one would barge inside. Somehow he had accumulated a bizarre amount of balloons all filled with water. You could foresee the mess that was about to befall you.

You silently wondered why the fuck you agreed to this madness. Maybe it had something to do with Kun;s pretty smile.

He shrugged, “Don’t question it. Yuxi me and Chenle fight this way when we want to get away from our Uncle”, he swatted you away, “Now go! Unless you want me to destroy you from the start.”

A challenge.

You never backed down from a challenge.

You thanked yourself for deciding not to wear that summer dress Winter had initially laid out for you, opting for some pants and a shirt instead.

Grabbing the bag, you hurried to the other end of the hall, hiding behind one of the heavy curtains and picking up one of the balloons, getting used to the weight in your palms. All you had to do was hit him right? Seemed simple right?

Wrong. So wrong.

As soon as you felt as ready and slipped out of your hiding place, you were hit on your leg, a cold wet feeling creeping up on your leg. The impact of the balloon made you stumble a little bit as you regained your footing, shooting Kun a dirty look. He smirked in response, “Pay attention L/n”

You felt another hit on your arm, realizing he had taken advantage of the fact you had been distracted. Narrowing your eyes, you flung your own balloon and gracefully missed him, the balloon ending up rolling on the ground sadly.

Embarrassed, you retreated back behind the curtains, grabbing two of your weapons, and scurrying to the other curtain before you could be hit again. Your left pant leg was soaked through, still smarting from the hit and your arm was damp, but your focus was on hitting your opponent.

He chuckled, “Hiding just prolongs this, you know that right?”, he was taunting you, and you scowled, coming out from behind the curtain and throwing your balloon, hitting his calf and making him grunt.

It was your turn to smirk, pleased at your successful attempt.

Your triumphant feeling lasted about for five seconds, until you were hit again.

Damn Qian Kun and his quick thinking.You staggered back and he walked closer, “Gonna stay behind those curtains?”, he asked coyly, “Okay, fine you need incentive.”, He threw another at you, making you whine at your own slowness. “Lizzy Bennet needs to be more forgiving”

He had brought up your argument. He knew it would tick you off, making you want to justify your own point of view.

“Mr. Darcy needs to stop being such a prick!”, you exclaimed, flinging your own balloon at him, hitting his side, making him wince, “And you need to stop being so stubborn.”

“I’m the stubborn one?”, he said, almost whined. Another water missile landed next to your foot, bursting and spraying you with water.

After a few minutes, the two of you were soaked to the bone, your clothes stuck to your skin uncomfortably, but a tired smile stretched out on your lips. His expression mirrored yours as he tried grabbing your arm. The two of you had finished all the water balloons and had been chasing each other around the hall like kids.

For the first time you actually felt like a kid.

You squealed as his fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you down with him as he tripped. Falling into him, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him and entrapping you in his embrace.

Laughter bubbled from your lips as you struggled against him, “Leave me!”

He laughed into your hair, “Truce. Lizzy and Darcy are both idiots.”

“That's established!”, you said, “Let me go idiot”

He did, a wide smile on his face, “You’re more comfortable around me now”, he observed.

You realized he was right, you were more comfortable. You liked the smile on his face, the lilt of relief in his voice. The hall was wet in some places. One of you hiding places, the curtains had a big splotch of water on it, you silently wondered how the staff would react to the state at which it was in.

“I am”, you stated, “Not so strung up now?”

He snorted, “I destroyed you in the water balloon fight, I practically knocked you down from your high horse.”

He looked at the smile on your face, liking it. Even though your hair was wet and messed up, he thought you were beautiful, now that your face wasn’t set in a semi permanent haughty expression.

You hit him playfully, not finding it in you to glare at him. His dark hair was wet, and it fell in front of his eyes as he looked at you, feigning a look of hurt. “You wound me.”

“My mission in life”, you snickered. A silence fell upon the two of you, as you rubbed your arms, the cold biting into your skin. You would have to leave soon, take a shower and show up and dinner, all prim and proper again. The thought made your stomach sink, because you had had fun for the first time in a long time.

You met Kun’s eyes, which were sparkling with a mischievous glint. Raising an eyebrow at him, you crossed your arms, “What?”

“We both have to agree”, he started, “That Mr. Bennet is the best character.”

Winter scurried along the hallways, clutching an envelope, hiding it under her apron lest she ran into you. Her nails dug into the paper, guilt welling up in the pit of her stomach. She stopped outside the door she had been summoned to

Knocking on the throat thrice, she took a step back, waiting for it to be opened.

A man opened it, narrowing his eyes at her, “Yes?”

“A letter for you sir”, Winter squeaked, “Sir Akira. From Mrs Osaki.”

Akira grabbed the envelope from Winter, swatting her away. The girl bowed and scurried off, not wanting to have anything to do with the contents of the letter. She had already been swayed by your mother enough.

Akira shut the door and locked it, tearing open the letter, desperate to get to it. He pulled it out, fumbling with the paper and reading it hastily.

Dear Akira,

I would first like to thank you, this wasn’t easy to do without you. Don’t worry, everything will fall into place, and no one will be the wiser. Y/n, my darling daughter, doesn’t know the whole story, only about the wedding, and we shall keep it that way. When our families unite, it shall all be sweeped under the rug.

I shall forever be grateful to you for helping me get rid of him. My debt is free I suppose now, as you read this letter our plan has been put into effect. In return for helping me you shall have protection and a new reputation.

Thanking you,

Mrs. Osaki

Akira sighed in relief, knowing his fate was sealed. He had been skeptical at first, when he saw how distant you were. You didn’t even give him an inch, and he suspected you knew what he-his family did and had done.

But supposedly you didn’t.

When your mother had asked him for his help, he was surprised. The Osaka family? Not happy? How could it be?

How could a wife have murderous intent as much as your mother did?

Folding the letter, he stuffed it into the pockets of his pants, pulling out his lighter and setting fire to the envelope. He watched the tongues of fire snatch onto the paper, bright yellows and blues emerging from nothing. Throwing it in the bin, he crushed it under his heel and pulled out a cigarette.

Kun walked into the room, rubbing his hair with a towel. His and Chenles rooms were connected to Akira’s on the cruise, so that he could check up on them. A frown appeared on the older man's face as he studied Kun’s bedraggled appearance.

Kun’s parents weren’t like Akira, they were respectable and wealthy nonetheless, but still dabbled in the darker aspect of things from time to time, not that many people knew of it.

“Why do you look like a wet rat?”

Kun scowled at this, “I went for a shower”, he said, “You look like a rat more than I do”

It was no secret that Kun, Chenle and Yuxi despised their uncle for his dealings and amoral nature. But of course, Kun didn’t know the whole story, he didn’t know everything, all the letters, the truth about you and your family.

Even you didn’t know.

The only reason they were there was because if the plan didn’t go through exactly as it had been planned, their family’s reputation would be ruined for possibly forever. It was risky business, one that was going to be fixed, no matter how vile and wrong it was.

“Get ready for dinner, and for goodness sake, clean up”, Akira instructed, ignoring the dig and gesturing towards the door that connected his room to Kun’s, “Be on time.”

His nephew obliged and left, leaving Akira alone. He took a deep breath and walked out into the hallway, travelling along it quietly so as to not attract any attention. He stopped outside a red door, opening it and travelling along the dark little hallway it led into. Opening the final door, he found himself in another room, one that was dark.

There were several boxes there, and a few suitcases. Akira’s, Kun’s, Chenle and Yuxi’s extra luggage. The boxes were not luggage though, they were Akira’s job. The dark side of things. He fished the letter out of his pocket and put it on the top of one of the boxes, next to the rest of the letters.

Leaving the darkness with the dark.

“You’re quite fun actually”, Yuxi said, chattering away to you during dinner. You smiled, returning the compliment.

You were grateful for her talk, which distracted you from the burning stare that Akira held on you, and Kun’s occasional glances. Not that you were against the latter, but it was slightly unnerving. Of course the two of you were much more comfortable with one another, but another feeling had settled in, a prickling on that settled in the bottom of your stomach.

Did you like it? You didn’t know.

Chenle indulged in conversation as well, you learned that he went to the same school your brother went to: Culture Academy. Apparently Kun had graduated from there just before he left for the cruise. Yuxi went to a finishing school, but you expected that, their family seemed the type to send their children to finishing schools.

You had graduated a few months ago as well, but from another high class school, while your brother attended Culture Academy.

“She’s terrible at water balloon fights”, Kun quipped, a smirk on his face as you glared, “Excuse me-”

“You guys had a water balloon fight without us?”, Yuxi asked, in mock offense, “And to think I actually trusted you for a moment”, she said, turning away from you and jutting her bottom lip out. “The betrayal.”

You laughed, “He dragged me, I had no say in it.”

They weren’t as cold as they had been when you had initially met them. It almost felt as if they were your friends. Taking a bite of whatever Winter had gotten you, you met Kun’s eyes, taking in the amused look in them.

Akira cleared his throat, “I assume you’ll be there for the dance next week?”

You raised an eyebrow, “What dance?”

“Instead of a regular dinner there is going to be a sort of dance”, he explained, “I expect to see you there.”

It was a command, not a request.

There was that constricting feeling again, you gave him a tight lipped, curt nod, looking away again. You hated being around Akira, he made you so uncomfortable, and even though you couldn’t avoid him forever, you would try.

He made you sick.

You took a sip of your drink, letting the burning taste trickle down your throat. You were barely past your first glass, not being a heavy drinker. Your mother had told you it was not respectable to drink too much, so you stuck to her rules. You always stuck to her rules, but god, you would’ve loved to drown the entire glass and ask for another at that moment.

Or throw it at Akira. But that probably wouldn’t have been very respectable either.

Winter walked up to you, tapping your shoulder timidly to get your attention, “Miss”, she said, leaning down to your ear to speak in secrecy, “Your mother has called.”

Pressing your lips together to avoid making a displeased face, you excused yourself from the table and followed your helper into the hallway, taking your phone from her. She gave you an encouraging smile as you began speaking.

“Mother?”

Her harsh voice brought you back down, “Y/n”, she said sternly, “Why did you not go to that dinner?”

You fisted your hand, clenching your jaw. Of course she found out, “I wasn’t feeling well.”

“So you tell no one?

“I wasn’t aware of the fact that everyone was supposed to know about my health”, you couldn’t help the bitter undertone in your voice. She didn’t care whether you were sick or not, she cared about why you skipped.

“Not everyone, just the Qian family”, she hissed, “Y/n focus. Duty.”

You knew there was no point in arguing with your mother, she was as stubborn as an ox. You could never be right against her.

“Yes mother, I’m sorry”, you said through gritted teeth. You could hear the smile on her face at your surrender, “Remember darling, you need to impress them”, she reiterated, “It’s for-”

“The good of our family, yes I know”, you sighed, “I’ll follow the rules.”

“Don’t just follow the rules Y/n, behave”, he tone of voice made you feel like a little girl. “You may not know it, but our family name depends on it.”

This took you aback, leaving you mildly confused. What did this stupid vile plan have to do with anything? Sure your family didn’t have the cleanest record (those scandals tainted it a little bit), but otherwise it was extremely respected all through Japan and other parts of the world.

The question sat at the tip of your tongue, but you knew better than to press your mother for answers. If she wanted to be vague, she would. Ending the call politely, you walked back into the dining hall, sitting next to Yuxi. Whatever momentary joy you had gotten from talking with them vanished, instead it was a reminder of your cruel fate, the bitter reality you had to face whether you liked it or not.

Why?

“You’re insufferable”, you declared, leaning against the railing, “Poor girl, you guys really made her jump into a pool?”

He laughed, “Yeah, you should have seen the look of anger on her face. And in full clothing too?”

You frowned, “You monster!”

“Hey, she signed up for it, she wouldn’t have gotten in if she refused”, he reminded you. Kun was currently telling you stories of his schooling at Culture Academy, particularly about a club he was in. You listened intently, enjoying yourself more than you would like to admit. He was definitely entertaining.

Maybe it was because you never experienced half the things he did.

You looked at the ocean, the sun shining down on it and sparkling. “I suppose she did”, you whispered, letting the words float about in the air as a silence settled upon the two of you. It was comfortable, you didn;t feel the need to fill it in. He took out a lighter and a cigarette, lighting it and taking a long slow drag.

“You smoke?”, you asked, unable to keep the surprise from your voice. You had never seen him do it before. The revelation was something you hadn’t expected.

Another thing your mother drilled into you: never smoke. It’s unladylike and very unbecoming of a person, and also because the news would latch onto it and create a scandal that was not needed. In general you had never seen the appeal of smoking.

He raised an eyebrow at you, nodding as if he expected you to know this. Almost as if he was bewildered with your surprised response. And he was, Kun was confused as to why you were so shocked with the fact. It was just a cigarette, nothing that terrible. Didn’t you know what Akira did-

Oh.

Oh no.

“Yeah, occasionally”, he said, brushing it off quickly, dropping the cigarette and crushing it under his heel, “Want to head back in?”

You nodded with a shrug, “Okay.”

He smiled brightly, and a fuzzy feeling made its way into your stomach. You returned the smile, pushing away the feeling away to the back of your mind, far away in a dark corner of your mind, simply because it wouldn’t be right. You couldn’t even afford to think that way.

Not with the arrangement that had been set up, that was for sure.

You followed him inside, another thought blooming in the same dark corner of your mind, no matter how much you tried to push it away.

God it was wrong on so many levels though.

“She got in”, Kun said, continuing his story from before, “It surprised everyone.”

You smiled, “I’m glad, poor girl, I hope she didn’t get hypothermia or something.”

Kun smiled, “She took my place as I left, you know, graduation and all”, he said, reaching his hand out and grabbing your own, leading you down.

“Your friends sound like fun”, you said fondly, even though you didn’t know them, “Especially that Hendery guy. Did he actually do that?”

Kun laughed, nodding, “He’s mad. I miss them”, his voice turned wistful, but only for a moment, before that pretty smile stretched across his face once again, “I have to tell you about the time Dejun…”

As you went back under the deck and the warmth of the hallways hit you, you decided you would deal with the feeling later. You decided to listen to him instead, liking the way his eyes lit up talking about his friends. You were starting to realize that you were now one of them, one of his friends.

That though stayed in the forefront of your mind, refusing to be pushed back.

And somehow, you didn’t mind.

Kun stepped into Akira’s room, eyes narrowed at his uncle. The tension in the air immediately raised tenfold.

“She doesn’t know, does she?”

Akira sent his nephew a questionable look, “What do you mean?”

Kun sighed, running a hand through his hair, “Y/n”, he said, your name rolling off his tongue easily, yet there was a sort of anger that settled into it. Why didn’t you know? You should’ve known.

Why did he care this much?

Akira sighed, “What about her?”

“She doesn’t know who you are, not the entire truth.”

Akira let the statement hang in the air, his silence answering. He leaned back in his chair, humming an idle tune. “You’re right, but what prompted this?”

“She saw me smoking”, Kun said, “And was confused, she definitely didn’t look pleased. Tell me, how would she react when she realizes the man she has to marry is a fucking drug lord?”

His uncle winced at Kun’s words, “I know, but she won’t ever know.”

This was madness.

Kun knew of course, of the plan, but he didn’t know the whole story. He knew you were to be married to Akira, an arranged marriage that had been, well, arranged by your mother. And Yuxi had confirmed you knew of it as well. You had never seemed too keen on it, and this worsened everything.

“Sit”, Akira ordered, “And I’ll tell you.”

Holding back a grimace, he complied, sitting opposite Akira. He waited for the older man to go on, wondering for a moment how it would be like to be in your shoes. You were around his age, and had to marry his uncle? The thought itself was mortifying.

“The Osaki family”, Akira started, “Well known, you’ve heard of them”, he didn’t wait for Kun to respond in any way, “They’re practically perfect, are they not? You’ve seen Y/n, you’re closer to her than I am. With her airs and graces, you’d think she’s perfect too, wouldn’t you?”

Of course Kun though you were perfect, but that's besides the point. He didn;t see how this made any sense.

“It’s all a lie Kun”, Akira said, “They’re unhappy, so unhappy. Her mother was a miserable, poor lady, forced to sit on the sidelines while her bastard of a husband ignored her.”

Wasn’t your father dead?

Akira cleared his throat, “They’re perfect on the outside, a dollhouse, but through the curtains, it's all a mess. She asked me for help.”

Kun frowned, “Y/n-?” “No”, he said with a smile, “Her mother.”

It was slowly coming together, a puzzle so horrifying Kun didn’t want to believe it. His uncle had done many horrible things, many illegal things, but fuck, he prayed this one wasn’t real.

This was murder.

“So I helped”, Akira’s voice went hoarse, “I helped the way I could. I slipped a drug into a package and sent it to her, one so strong that could kill.”

Horror. This was madness.

“The next day, Mr Osaki was found dead”, a slow sadistic smile stretched out on Akira’s lips, “And Mrs Osaka was overjoyed! She thanked me profusely for helping with her plan. She promised to repay me somehow for my kindness.”

Kindness. Crime. When had the line between the two grown so blurry? Kun was frozen in his seat, frozen in fear. In fear for himself and his siblings, in fear for his family for being related to such a monster. He feared for you, the unsuspecting girl who had walked into his life and brought out things from the shadows he wished he left there. The girl, who’s own mother had been the reason behind her fathers death.

Fuck it was so wrong.

He knew the world he lived in, the wealth and the riches always brought trouble, but never in his life had he ever foreseen this much trouble. The clock on the wall of Akira’s room ticked slowly, every second seeming like an hour. Kun wanted to leave, but he was frozen in his seat, glued there.

His curiosity had gotten the better of him. He needed to know more. What was the ending to this tragic tale?

“And this is my repayment”, Akira said, “I marry Y/n, and everything gets sweeped under the rug. I can start a new Kun, I don’t have to be this person. I know you hate me, but listen, this could change everything.”

Kun felt sick.

“No”, he muttered, “This changed nothing you…”, he studied his uncle's tired expression. Akira’s eyes held a triumphant glare, and that made everything worse.

“You sick man”, he whispered, getting up, “She doesn’t deserve this. You don’t deserve a fresh start Akira, you have blood on your hands.”

Akira groaned, “I don’t expect you to under-”

‘Good”, Kun said, “I’m leaving and I want nothing to do with you for the rest of this trip.”

“Don’t tell your little friend”, Akira sneered, “If you tell her I won;t be the only one affected. Her mother will be brought into the light as well, and you really think no one will suspect Y/n?”

It was a losing situation from all sides.

“She doesn’t know who I am”, Akira said, agreeing with Kun’s earlier statement, “let's keep it that way, shall we?”

Dearest Akira,

Thank you for sending me the drug, I’ve slipped it into his drink. He shall be gone soon, and I shall be free. My son will take his palace when he finishes school and Y/n will be yours. A lovely full circle. I won’t have to deal with a man I hate anymore, a man that pushed me aside for everything.

Once upon a time I truly loved him you know? I trusted him and I gave him my heart. He trampled on it and now all I’m left with is a shell.

He forgot I existed, I am but a placeholder.

Not for long.

Thanking you,

Mrs. Osaki

You sat on your bed, reading yet another chapter of your beloved Pride and Prejudice in silence, as Kun sat on the other side, looking at his phone and occasionally stealing glances at you.

The friendship the two of you shared was….odd to say the least. You didn’t have to talk, even the silence was enough. You enjoyed his company a lot more than you cared to admit. Turning the page, you decided to stop for the day, placing your bookmark in the middle and shutting the book, turning your attention to Kun.

He couldn’t help the guilt that bubbled inside him, even though he had done nothing wrong. It was the heaviness he carried around for possessing the truth, and was hit with the consequences everytime he looked at you.

“Yes?”, you asked.

He blinked, “What?”

“You’ve been staring at me oddly”, you clarified, “I’m wondering if I did anything to offend you.

“No, no!”, he said a little hurriedly, “I apologize, I’m a little out of it today.”

“Do tell”, you said, propping your chin up on your hand, eyes meeting his with an expectant gaze. He gave you his easy smile, “It’s nothing I promise.”

“I don’t believe you for a second, you’re terrible at lying”, you declared, “Oh come on, I thought we trusted each other?” You tried guilt tripping him into telling you, but he was surprisingly stubborn.

“Do we now?”

“You wound me”, you muttered dryly, “Alright I won’t press you for answers.”

“Thank you for this kindness, oh Lady Y/n”, he said, making a show of pretending to curtsy, which was comical since he was sitting. You couldn’t help the amused smile that made its way to your face at that.

You stood up, placing your book on one of the side tables, brushing down your pants, “We need to be at the deck in five minutes, so I suppose we should make a move.”

He followed suit as the two of you made your way up to the deck. The dinner was out there tonight, so it was bound to be a little bit more casual than the usual dinners in the dining room. This also meant that you didn’t need to sit with the Qian family, which was a mix of relief and disappointment. You liked Kun and his siblings, but at the same time…

Yeah.

The night was a little chilly, so you had pulled on a sweater, finding a table and taking a seat, watching as Kun walked over to his own family, looking stiff. You took the menu from Winter, eyes scanning over the food.

“Ahem.”

You looked up from the menu, only to be met with Akira’s disapproving gaze. “Y/n”, he greeted, “How are you feeling today?”

You swallowed your contempt, forcing a tight pained smile, “Very well, thank you Akira.”

“I’m glad, then why don’t you sit with us?”

Your lips twitched as you tried to think of a way to get yourself out of this. “I’m quite fine here, thank you for the offer.”

He smiled widely, leaning down to your eye level, resting his elbow on the table and effectively capturing your attention. “It wasn’t an offer, sweetheart.”

The nickname made your skin crawl, as you reeled back, “Akir-”

“You will sit with us”, he said firmly, “What would your mother say if you refused?”

Your eyes widened as you realized he knew, fingers gripping the menu. He knew how your mother was and fuck, him knowung that scared you even more. Clearing your throat, you pushed all your confidence into your voice, “I’m quite comfortable here Mr. Qian.”

You didn’t use his first name, you used the family name, hoping to settle the argument, to show that you were not moving.

He took the menu from you, “Come along Y/n, its for the be-”

“Let her be.”

Akira turned around, facing his nephew, “Kun”, he said, voice falling into a tone that screamed it was a warning, “I am not talking to you.”

“But I’m talking to you”, Kun narrowed his eyes at Akira, “She wants to sit there, let her sit there. She is not obliged to follow your every instruction.”

Akira sighed, glancing back at you and smiling sickeningly sweet, inclining his head and walking away, going under the deck. You let out a sigh of relief, looking at Kun who looked oddly guilty.

“Thank you”, you said, “I could’ve handled it, though.”

“I know you could’ve”, he acknowledged, “I just felt like stepping in and helping.” His explanation was curt as he pulled out the chair opposite you, “Do you mind if I sit here?”

“Not at all. I suppose you’re wondering why I let you sit and wanted nothing more to do with your uncle?”

“I’m not”, he said, “I know what's happening there. And the position you’re in, better than you do.” A sad smile stretched out on his lips(not that you were observing them or anything), leaving you slightly bewildered. What did he mean by that?

You studied Kun, his attractive features and dark eyes. They looked like they held a secret, one you couldn’t figure out.

“Why did you help me?”, you asked again, meeting his eyes. He held your gaze for a few minutes, before they dropped to your lips for a split second. You held your breath, waiting for his answer, and mildly overwhelmed.

Did he feel the same way you had been feeling lately? Why did the prospect of that make you feel elevated? Fuck, you couldn’t think like that, it would ruin everything-

“I can’t tell”, he muttered, “I just care.”

The truth chases a lie with fervor, no matter how small. Like a lover in the night, chasing its partner with passion even in the darkest times.

You observed yourself in the mirror, studying the black dress you were wearing. It had a gold trim at the edges, and lace at the back, giving it the perfect combination of classy and scandalous.

Winter took a step back, curling iron in hand as she marvelled at her own handiwork, a smile adorning her pretty face, “You look lovely Y/n!”, she praised. You really did look lovely, the picture of what you were always supposed to portray: perfection.

“Thank you Win”, you smiled at her, “why don’t you wear one of my dresses tonight?”

Her eyes lit up in surprise and confusion as she placed the iron down, shaking her head, “Oh I couldn’t Miss, I’m a part of the staff, I will be helping out for the evening.”

“You don’t want to pretend you’re not just for a few minutes? You can change after fifteen minutes and go back to your work”, you enticed her, wanting your friend to have some fun.

She hesitated, “No miss, I could get in trouble.”

“Alright”, you relented, standing up from your seat and turning to the door, “Thank you Winter”

“Your very welcome miss, now go, the Qian family is awaiting you.”

You nodded, walking into the hallways and following the few people who were already going to the dance.People of repute, people who would look at you and incline their heads respectfully, as you did for them. They were from your world, after all, everyone was rich and important.

Standing outside the doors, you took in a deep breath and walked in. The hall had been decorated, changed drastically. The tables had been pushed to the sides, for the seating, and the center was left as the actual dance floor.

You walked over to the tables at the side, greeting a few people you knew. You spotted Winter standing at the sidelines with the staff. On reaching the refreshments table, you took one of the glasses of champagne and brought it to your lips.

Jazz music played as couples took the floor, swaying to it. You watched the Qian family, noting that Akira was looking for someone, probably you. Turning your back towards them, you took another sip of your drink. You looked at the starters that had been placed out for the guests, wondering what your mother would think if you took a plateful and sat alone in a dark corner eating. The picture of her horrified expression was enough to tickle you.

Distracted within your own thoughts, you failed to notice Kun standing next to you, an amused expression on his face as he watched you. To him, you looked absolutely breathtaking in your dress, even more so than usual.

“Y/n”

You jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion of your thoughts, facing the man. He was dressed in a suit, hair done slightly messy, but on purpose. His dark eyes met yours, amused as he smirked, “Hey.”

“Hey”, you breathed out, snapping out of checking him out. He looked extremely attractive tonight, a thought you couldn’t shake off. “Kun.”

He nodded, inclining his head towards the table, “I’m sure the refreshments are extremely interesting but”, a slow grin stretched out on his lips, “Would you like to dance?”

You suppressed your own smile, nodding and taking his hand he had offered you. Kun led you to the dance floor, a little off the centre so you wouldn’t be seen easily. Resting one hand on your waist, the other grasped your own, bringing it up mid air. He took the first step behind with you following him as the two of you danced.

“I’m not great at dancing”, he confessed, “So I have to warn you, I’m running off ballroom dancing class from school when we had our Formal Dance.”

You smirked, “Do you want me to lead or something?”

“Only if you twirl me”

You laughed at this, “Alright, brace yourself.”

He gave you a horrified look, “NO, nevermind, I’ll twirl you instead”, he muttered, retrieving his hand from your waist and raising the other so you could turn gracefully. You didn’t make any attempt to bite your giggled away at this, turning and facing him again, back into your former position.

“That was actually quite fun, wanna try?”

He gave you a look that screamed ‘really?’, shaking his head, “I thought we established that I was fine without twirling.”

“But-”

“No”

“Fine”, you made a show of being upset over it, saying something about he was missing out on his youth and that twirling during ballroom dancing was one of the few fineries of life he would never experience if he didn’t do it right now.

That, for some reason, still didn’t entice him.

Oh well, his loss.

You bantered lightly, as you swayed to the music together. You melted together almost, in the midst of your laughter and smiles. You felt so comfortable with him, but every moment you felt like that seemed like a curse, reminding you he wasn’t what you were there for. Whatever you felt towards Qian Kun was wrong, so wrong.

He led the two of you off to the side, away from the dance floor, still in each other's arms for some reason, even though you had finished dancing. He lifted your hand, twirling you once again just for the effect and grinning.

Once you faced him, you realized how close the two of you were. His hands were on your waist anyways, one of your hands was around his neck. Your other hand was intertwined with his, making the contact seem even more intimate.

The smile melted off your face as his eyes flickered to your lips. It was as if he had read your mind, and you wished he'd do it again. You wished he woul-

He leaned forward hesitantly, and in that dark corner of the dining hall, while the others danced around, while Akira looked for you somewhere, behind the tables and everyone, Qian Kun kissed you.

It was a timid kiss, his lips barely brushed against yours, before he pulled away, blinking at you. You stared back at him, equally as surprised, but not in a bad way. He dropped the hold he had on you, but kept holding your hand, as if he was figuring out what to think.

You grew slightly impatient with this, leaving his grip and cupping his face, bringing him back into a kiss. This one was much less innocent, it didn’t feel like he was exploring something for the first time. It felt real, and it felt right.

“Not here”, he muttered softly against your lips, pulling you along with him, out into the hallways. You followed him, giddy from the kiss, giddy from the fact that you had even kissed him. How did that happen? When had that happened? The incident that had taken place mere seconds ago seemed days old, almost as if it had happened several times before.

You wanted to kiss him again.

Resisting the urge to stop him right there and there, you let him lead you to wherever. He stopped outside a red door, almost rust in colour, hesitating for a moment, before he seemingly decided to fuck it all and opened it, pulling you into the little corridor it opened into.

He kissed you again, once, twice, thrice, until you lost count. Pushed up against the wall, your senses seemed to heighten. The low buzz of the cruise ran through you as your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. All the banter, the teasing, the way he would trap you with his words had built up to this.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

The only way you could describe the kisses was breathtaking. You felt as if you were struggling for air, yet you didn’t want to pull away. Your lungs screamed for air, but you didn’t want to heed. You didn’t want to break the spell he had put you under. You liked the burning feeling, the way his lips felt against yours, the way his body felt against yours. Drowning, you were drowning but fuck, you wanted no one to save you.

You wanted to drown.

He pulled away finally, letting you suck in a breath.

“This is wrong”, you whispered, and he nodded, agreeing, “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to do it again.”

He took a step away from you, studying your features. You leaned against the wall, letting the silence overtake the two of you. You breathed heavily, making up for the air you had lost, albeit willingly.

Footsteps.

Soft footsteps made their way down the hallways, you could hear it. Kun looked alarmed, glancing at the door, “Wait here.”

You frowned, but nodded as he left, closing the door after him and supposedly speaking to someone in hushed tones, further muffled by the barrier between the two of you. You sighed, looking along the corridor you were in at the moment, walking to the end and opening the other door, lest the person he was speaking to burst in and found themselves in a very awkward situation.

You found yourself in another room, one that was dark. Using your sense of touch, you managed to navigate around it, noting that there were suitcases and boxes. You stumbled into one, wincing slightly as a sharp pain travelled through your shin. Using the box to steady yourself, your eyes were drawn to the little labels on the sides of them.

Squinting, you brushed over the names, trying to make out what they were.

Qian Akira, cocaine.

Reeling back, you blinked. Were those drugs? Looking at a few other boxes, you had forgotten about the pain in your leg as horror filled your senses, reading the names of drug after drug, all with the Qian’s names on it. The man you were being forced to marry was a criminal.

You had been thrown into a trance of some sort, a trance of absolute dread. For some reason you couldn’t look away as you kept reading, realizing that whatever was happening was much more serious than you had thought.

The next box had a few papers on the top of it, kept haphazardly one on top of the other. Letters of some sort, envelopes and receipts. You picked one up, eyes scanning over its content, or whatever you could make out in the darkness.

Dear Akira

It’s set in stone! He’s gone, thank you so much. I promise you that this time next year you will be with my Y/n and everything will be solved.

Thanking you,

Mrs Osaki

The sight of your mothers handwriting and her name at the end of the letter made you sick. The other letters were much like the first, each one releasing more and more information, letting you piece together its words to form a cohesive thought.

Fuck.

You dropped the letters, breathing going heavy as you heard more footsteps. Someone was entering the room, they were coming inside and they would find you. You weren’t supposed to be here, you could tell by the way you had been written in the letters.

You should have listened to Kun when he told you to stay where you were-

Kun.

Oh god.

The room seemed to close in on itself, the stacks towering above you. You felt trapped, claustrophobic and disgusted. Disgusted by the fact would ever put you in such a repulsive situation. You ran your fingers over the dust covered boxes, reeling back at the names and information that was on them. Bile rose to your throat as you choked back sobs.

He was responsible for it all, all the misery that had been thrown upon you, the odd requests all made sense. This wasn’t an innocent union, it was an elaborate cover up, and you were the leverage.

Tears sprung to your eyes as you staggered back, leaning on the wall behind you for support. Shouts echoed from the other end of the dark room, and your breath hitched in your throat in fear of being caught.

Shutting your eyes and clamping your hand over your mouth, you counted to ten in your mind, praying that whoever it was wouldn;t find you. The voices resided, the footsteps growing farther and farther. You opened your eyes, only for them to widen in a mixture of relief and fear.

“What are you doing here?”

Fuck.

Kun had made a big mistake, he had led you to the worst possible place he could have taken you in his daze. He had gotten distracted by you, and now he had to deal with the consequences.

If he could fucking find you.

After thwarting Akira’s attention by telling him you had gone on the deck for some fresh air, he returned into the corridor, before realizing it was the one place he wasn’t supposed to take you.

And you were nowhere in sight.

He looked around in alarm, before Akira’s voice called out again, “What are you doing Kun?”

He turned around, “Nothing, just checking, I want something from my suitcase,” he said quickly. His uncle narrowed his eyes at him, “And what is that something?”

“I left my book inside the suitcase, and I’m not interested in the dance so I thought I’d go read.”

“Y/n is not on the deck.”

“Am I supposed to keep tabs on her?”, Kun bit back, “She’s probably back at the hall Akira.”

Akira raised an eyebrow at Kun, “I don’t know what you’re playing at, young man, but I don’t like it”, he said, raising his voice. Kun felt like a little kid again, even if his uncle was just ten years older. Clenching his jaw he stood his ground, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, old man.”

Akira left Kun alone, deciding that he wasn’t worth it.

Kun walked into the room, looking around for you, praying you weren't there. He walked to his suitcase, and narrowed his eyes, trying to make out the outlines in the room.

He heard something shift, and turned on his heels, squinting. He could just about make out your figure standing in the corner, hand over your mouth, eyes squeezed shut. You trembled slightly as you stood there.

He walked over just as you opened your eyes, to meet his own in horror. You were definitely shaking, lower lip trembling in what looked like fear as you tried backing away from him, even though you were already against the wall.

“What are you doing here?”

He took a step forward, reaching out to hold your hand, eyes shrouded in concern at your state, but you shrinked away. “Don’t.”

“Y/n-”

“No”, your voice was shaky, “Stay away from me.”

Your mind was a mess, thoughts racing. You felt used and exposed, so vulnerable. Everything you knew had been a lie, you had been betrayed. Just a few moments ago you were happy, now everything you knew had been shattered, including your own heart.

“You knew didn’t you”, your voice broke in the middle, “You knew.”

Kun’s fake smile melted off his face as he realized what had happened, taking a step away from you. The tears in your eyes made their way down your face as you sucked in a breath, crouching down with your hands over your ears.

All you wanted to do was block all of it out, block reality out and not think of it, but that was hard when reality was staring back at you with a guilty expression.

Suddenly everything clicked into place, why he had been so nice, why he kept helping you. I was all out of guilt, everything was a fucking lie. Half truths and twisted words, secrets and scandals.

It was sick and twisted and you had fallen into the trap unwillingly, and didn’t know how to get out.

You rocked yourself slowly, trying to compose yourself amongst the madness. You wanted to scream, to cry and tell Kun that you hated him, that you wanted him to leave and never talk to you again. Maybe that’s what hurt worse, the fact that you were attached.

You had trusted Kun, you had fallen for him like the idiot you were, only for it all to come back for you, slapping you in the face. You felt so stupid for letting yourself believe anything good would come out of this. You should have listened to your conscience when it told you this was wrong.

But this...this was worse than wrong. This was murder. The betrayal of it all hit you hard, and it took all of your willpower not to fall over and give up.

“It was all fake”, you muttered, “all of it”

“Y/n I-”

“You were pitying me”, you spat, “You knew and yet”, sucking in a breath, you swallowed the lump in your throat, ignoring the heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach, the hole that seemed to have been ripped out from your chest. “You still played me.”

Kun pressed his lips together in a tight line, regret eating away at him. Of course it wasn’t all for his uncle, but you wouldn’t listen even if he tried. You were much too distraught, too far gone for that. Instead he composed himself, leaning down and resting a hand on your shoulder.

“We need to get out of here.”

The harshness of the statement made it worse. You looked up at his serious face through your hazy eyesight, wanting to push him away, but neither did you want to be alone. He sighed, helping you up to your feet, “We have to go or they’ll find you here and it won’t be pretty.”

Taking your hand in his, Kun pulled out of the room, raising a hand to his lips, silently telling you to keep quiet. “If you don’t want Akira to find you here, go straight to your room, say you were sick.”

He was pity helping you again.

You nodded, sniffling slightly and pulling yourself together again, rubbing your arms. You hated it, fuck, and that moment you hated your own mother. You hated the fact that you had to depend on the boy who betrayed you. The boy who you kissed, and was willing to forget that it was wrong, until the world crashed down upon you.

Walking with you, he decided to part ways where the two hallways met, repeating his instructions from before, refusing to meet your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, before walking away in the direction opposite where you were supposed to go.

How had so much gone so wrong so fast?

Locked.

You were locked away in your room, refusing to get out of it. The only person you let in was Winter, who came in with meals and other information. You ignored every one of Akira’s presents, declined your mother’s calls and avoided the rest of the Qian family like the plague.

It was like you had spiralled, down into this hole you couldn’t climb out of. Your father was dead, it wasn’t natural. He had been killed and you were amongst the murderers. Your mother had worked with them.

Your brother was back home, going about his life as usual. The world revolved as it always did, but yours has stopped.The little bubble that you had lived in for most of your sheltered life had finally burst. You had been thrown into real life before you could even say anything about it.

Knock!

“Come in”, you said, watching as Winter entered with a plate and her own phone, “Y/n”, she greeted you, with that same funny formal tone, “It’s your brother”

She handed you her own phone, and you frowned. Why hadn’t Shotaro just called you? Why had he called Winter?

Brushing those thoughts aside, you held the phone to your ears, “Taro?”

“Hey”, he said, “hold for a second, would you?”

You didn’t reply, patiently waiting for him, but instead you were greeted with another voice, a voice you definitely didn;t want to hear.

“Darling.”

Your throat seemed to close up, mouth going dry as you gripped the phone even tighter, looking at Winter in alarm. She looked away, and began setting your things straight on the little table next to your bed.

“Mother.”

“What has happened to you?”, she asked, voice cutting through any thoughts, “I thought you understood the gravity of the situation. I have told you countless times-”

“I understood what you told me before I found out I was a pawn,” your voice was remarkably steady, almost scarily calm as you leaned back, “I don’t care anymore.”

“Y/n”, your mother warned, “I told you, our family name depends of it, even if you don’t how how or why-”

“I do know”, you interrupted her smoothly, “I know that my mother is an amoral bitch and the fact that you killed father, without thinking of the feelings of her children, and went on to throw her daughter into a dangerous position.”

You were met with the static from the other line. Had you finally won? Your mother stayed silent at your sudden outburst.

“How did you find out.” It was a question, but it came out as a statement. That helplessness returned, your level headedness disappearing all of a sudden. How could she be so insensitive? She didn’t care at all.

“Doesn’t matter”, he continued, “Now you know it's imperative you marry Akira, or our secrets will be exposed and the family name will be tainted. This also saves the Qians.”

You fisted your hand, spite coursing through your veins. Fuck, you were so angry, angry at your mother for never doing your job, for expecting you to comply with her twisted plans. You were tired of playing along, you were fed up of being perfect, or at least, fed up of portraying that image.

“I hate Akira”, you said for the first time out loud, making them real. You despised him and everything he was, and the new information you had gathered about him had just made you hate him more. You wished you had never met the Qian family, Akira, or Chenle, or Yuxi, or Kun-

That was a lie. You didn’t regret meeting Kun, you regretted trusting him. You regretted not listening and going into that room. You regretted so much, but you regretted knowing the truth the most.

You wanted to live the lie again.

“And I don’t care if you get in trouble mother, you deserve it.”

“It’s not just me Y/n”, she said, “It’s the Qian family as well, and it’s you and your brother.”

Shotaro.

“He still doesn’t know?”

“We’ll keep it that way. He’s still in school.”

Pursing your lips, you sighed, “I don’t want this”

It was as if she knew she had hit a weak spot, she could feel your resolve wavering. “Do it for Shotaro, if no one else. He hasn’t met life yet.”

You couldn’t understand how she was so cool about it, how she didn’t seem to care that there was blood on her hands, blood of her husband and no less. You supposed crying and screaming wouldn’t accomplish or change anything. This was your reality, and you just had to accept it.

Clicking off the call, you handed Winter’s phone back to her, burying your head in your hands. Decisions, decisions.

Winter stood there with a pensive look, biting her lower lip, before sitting down next to you, “I’m sorry Y/n, but what is troubling you?” Her soft voice mixed with the concerned look on her face was enough to make you break, leaning into her as tears built up in your eyes. She wrapped an arm around you, keeping you steady and holding you up.

She figured she owed you as much.

“Everyone I know has destroyed me”, you whispered hoarsely, choking back a sob, “They’ve either betrayed me or destroyed me and I’m so tired.”

“Who has done so?” She asked, rubbing your back comfortingly, prompting you to go on without actually asking you. You took in a shaky breath, thinking of everyone that was to blame for your misery.

“My mother”, you spat, “Akira, Kun-”

“Kun?”

Sucking in a breath, you nodded, “Kun. He-he knew. He knew and he still led me on, fuck I feel so stupid”, you laughed at the bitter irony, wiping away your tears, “And the thing is, the fact he did it hurts much more than anything else.”

“And why is that?”, Winter whispered.

“I trusted him”, you said, squeezing your eyes shut as if that would help somehow, “I liked him, I gave him my trust, even when it went past my duty.”

Duty, you were starting to realize, was slowly destroying you and everything you held dear.

Yuxi raised her hand so that the light fell on it, the pretty red nail paint glowing as she inspected it. Her right hand was a little messier than her left, she decided she would fix that later. Her hair was perfectly straightened, not a strand out of place, she looked perfect. Her appearance paired with her pretty airs and manners made her slightly intimidating, a little better than the rest.

Finishing school had been fruitful afterall.

Clicking her tongue, she dropped the act, sitting on her bed, hunched over her phone as she scrolled through her messages, catching up on whatever she was missing back home.

Truth was, she didn’t want to get on this cruise, none of the Qian siblings did. Spending time with their uncle? They hated the few dinners they had to tolerate anyways, but a whole three months? That sounded like torture, a torture they were enduring at the moment.

Akira had insisted, saying it would be a good experience for them now that they were adults, well, except Chenle. The boy was still sixteen, but was very much on their level. Their parents had unfortunately agreed, and so they found themselves where they were.

Kun walked through her door and into her room, pacing around, before taking a seat next to Yuxi and looking at her expectantly.

“What?”

“I fucked up”, he confessed. His sister wondered if he was waiting for her to ask the question just to dump that on her.

“Thank you for that eloquent explanation”, she said, “Mind telling me exactly how you did the fucking up?”

He sighed, running a hair through his hair as he leaned against the headrest and told his sister the whole story, from the arranged marriage (though she knew this), Akira’s plan and what he had done, to the kiss and you finding out. Yuxi listened intently, placing her phone aside as he went on.

Once he reached the end of all the events, Yuxi looked pensive, confused almost. “I’m not sure there’s anything you can do to fix this,” she said truthfully, “It’s royally fucked up and I don;t want to have anything to do with our uncle dear ever again.”

“You’re telling me”, Kun groaned, “I feel terrible, and I didn’t even do anything.”

“You did do something”, his sister said, walking to the little table and picking up her little bottle of nail paint, “You stayed silent.”

Winter burst into the kitchen, walking over to the drink area. She inspected them, figuring out which one was yours, and which one was Kun’s. Producing a small vial of some sort of liquid, she took the two drinks and placed them on the counter opposite, opening up the vial.

Guilt had been eating away at her for weeks now, especially when she realized that there might be more to the story than she thought. She had complied with your mothers orders, but now she didn’t care.

Heesung walked into the room, “Idiot, what are you doing?”

Winter ignored him, putting a few drops in each glass and mixing them in. Heesung took the vial from her when she kept it down, inspecting it, “What is this?”

“Took it from the luggages”

“You stole? You could get fired!”

“I know that!” She snapped before sighing, “But I stole it from a criminal, so it’s even.”

Heesung raised an eyebrow, lowering his voice, “The Qians?”

Winter nodded, “A drug.”

The boy wondered if he should ask, if it was worth it to do so. Winter took the glasses and placed them back on the tray, turning back to Heesung, pointing to them. “Kun and Y/n. These two glasses are for them.”

“Right. Why should I listen to you again when you’ve spiked their drinks?”

“Because”, she said, “What you’re holding is an infatuation drug.”

Heesung snorted, “So it’s a love potion? I knew you were a romantic Win, but you do know she’s marrying Mr. Akira right?”

“Not if I can help it”, the girl muttered, “She doesn’t deserve it, and is in love with someone else. And it’s not a love potion, it’s a drug.”

Rolling his eyes, the waiter picked up the tray of drinks, “So it’s a love shot then”, he asked, proud of his pun, “And I suppose you think it’s Mr Akira’s nephew?” Still, he pushed the two glasses a little away from each other so he remembered what he was instructed to do. He still thought it was ridiculous though.

“It is, she told me herself, well not that bluntly, but I know it.”

Heesung pinched the bridge of his nose, “And what if your meddling backfires?”

“Wouldn't change a thing., everything is fucked anyways”, she said, “I just want her to have one thing going right for her.”

Winter took the vial back, stuffing it into the pockets of her uniform and straightening out her apron. The smell of whatever was cooking wafted through the air as she composed herself again, “See you later Heesung, don’t mess up the drinks.”

Winter hoped her meddling would pay off

You walked into the dining hall, head held high as you made eye contact with the Qians. Akira gave you his sickly smile, Yuxi with her worried gaze and Chenle still oblivious. Kun looked confused as he watched you approach the table, taking the seat you usually did, before the entire truth came out.

Sitting down, your eyes flitted to Kun’s before you looked down at your lap, plastering on a fake smile and looking at Akira, greeting him.

“I take it you're better?” He asked this, leaning forward, “You must have been really sick, staying away for so many days. It's been a little over a week?”

You nodded, “Yes, I apologize for my absence.” You realized someone, probably Kun had covered for you. The waiter approached, handing everyone their respective drinks, before bowing and leaving.

You raised the glass to your lips, inspecting the table, eyes meeting Yuxi’s who averted her gaze immediately.

She knew too.

Suppressing a scoff, you decided to address the elephant in the room and announce what decision you had come to. You still weren;t completely happy, but it was better than nothing, and you had stood your ground against your mother, who finally agreed, albeit begrudgingly.

“I revoke our little arrangement Mr. Qian”, you said after clearing your throat. He raised an eyebrow at this, a sliver of panic visible in his eyes, “And why is that?”

“I know”

Those two words had held so much, his eyes widened as he stared at you dumbfounded. That dumbfounded expression morphed into one of misplaced anger. “You are not the one to say that.”

“Yes I am”, you said cooly, “I am the one getting married, well not anymore. My mother has agreed and I want nothing more to do with you.”

He clenched his jaw, visibly trying to control his anger. “A deal is a de-”

“Alright, I’ll tell you why you should agree”, you said with a mocking smile. Somewhere in the back of your mind you began to feel slightly drowsy, but you pushed it away, looking at Kun once more.

You didn’t want to look away.

The two of your eyes locked and it felt like you were falling. You could almost feel his lips on yours, his hands on your wait, the way he kissed you-

You snapped back to reality, looking away.

“I have a message on the top of my fingers ready to be sent right now”, you said, “To the police about your little dealings and the fact that you killed my father”, the words rolled off your tongue easily, almost as if you were talking about something as mundane as the weather, “And then you’ll be ruined.”

Akira paled, and it was clear who held the ropes over the conversation now. You decided to give him proof, raising your hand that held your phone, finger hovering over a number.

“But this can be avoided! You see, just call off the deal”, you took another sip of whatever the waiter had given you, mind going ever so slightly fuzzy once again. “And I’ll keep silent. No one will ever know.”

He clicked his tongue, “You were my repayment.”

“I know, I was a prop hmm?”, you said, “Not anymore, call this off right now Akira.”

He sighed, as if he knew he had lost. There was no point in fighting anymore. “We’re done”, he said finally, and you smirked in triumph, taking another sip of your drink, “Thank you.”

Winter came around with the food, looking suspiciously at you and Kun, before walking away. You sighed, that feeling of blankness returning. You still had to deal with Kun, of course you did, but you didn’t want to do so now. That would make everything messy, but fuck, for some reason all you could think about was the way he kissed you.

This was bad. You had to stop.

You looked at your food, pushing it away and getting up, sighing, the adrenaline from confronting Akira. Did you expect to win? No, but now that you had, your head swam as you got to your feet, glancing at Winter, nodding your head slightly.

“Goodbye”, you said, “I have no business with you anymore.”

Leaving your dinner and the table, you walked into the hallways and sighed in relief. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders and you could finally breathe again. You made your way to your room, before stopping outside a door, freezing in your place.

That door led to the hall where you and Kun had that water balloon fight. You took a step towards it, placing your hand on the knob, but not opening it. You didn’t want to open it, just wanted to reminisce.

“Trying to run away from us? Or me? Because you’re still slow.”

You whipped your head around, meeting Kun’s gaze, “something like that.” Your voice was cautious as if you were walking on nails. As if you weren’t trying to not stare at his lips.

He leaned against the wall, staring at you as if he was trying to crack a code. His mind went fuzzy as well, the drug taking effect as it had for you. But both of you were fighting against it, desperate to win.

When did winning come at the cost of losing everything you loved?

Loved?

You bit your lower lip, averting your gaze. The tension in the room had risen tenfold, the way the two of you tried to navigate the gray area you had fallen into.You wondered why the world couldn’t be simple, black and white. Why couldn’t it be bad and good? Why did it have to be so complicated?

“I’m sorry”, he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. You snapped back to attention, forcing yourself to get out of your little headspace. Looking up, you met his eyes, and by god, you had never regretted doing anything more than that.

His eyes, they were dark, voids of nothingness. They didn’t sparkle like they usually did, shining in the light. Instead they were like pools of ink, no light let in. Gone was the smirk you were so used to.

“I know”, you said simply, realizing it was true. You acknowledged the fact that he was sorry.

A bitter chuckle fell from his lips, “I hate myself for not telling you the moment I found out, but everything was so-”

“Messed up?” You finished his sentence, giving him a crooked smile, “Yeah, I get it. It’s all over now though”

“Over”, he repeated, “Right.”

Silence.

“I don’t want it to be over”

You looked at him, a sigh escaping you, “Kun-”

“You’re you, and I don’t want to lose you”, he said bluntly, “You can hate me-I hate myself, but I don't want it to be over.” You began to feel drowsy again, all you wanted to do was walk away and forget the past two months, because now you were attached. Emotionally.

“But I understand if you want nothing to do with us, with me-”

You took a step forward, leaning towards him and pressed your lips to his, mind going completely blank now. You wanted to melt into him, as he kissed you back in surprise, to forget.

You couldn’t do that.

He cupped your face, kissing you again. There it was that feeling, that feeling of drowning. Make it stop, stop, I want to breathe, you thought, before giving up. You liked the breathlessness, even if you tried not to.

Pulling away, you looked at him one last time, before pushing yourself off of him, away from the door that led into the hall, away from him. Kun watched you walk away, down the hallway, before you turned the corner.

And then you were gone.

You leaned against the railing of the deck, watching the water below you. The ripples were somewhat soothing, as you hummed an idle tune.

“Y/n Osaki”, you turned around to face the owner of the voice, Kun himself. He smiled taking position next to you, “Remember when I said I didn’t know who you were?”

You chuckled nodding, “Yeah.”

It had bewildered you at the time, the way he pretended he didn’t know who you were. Now you wished he really didn’t. That seemed so long ago.

It had been a week since the confrontation, a week since the last kiss. The effects of the infatuation drug had long worn off, but what was real was left behind. All the drug had done was amplify it. You didn’t see the Qian family much after it, making a point to avoid them. You didn’t have a reason to see them anyways, you were done.

Yet you still had unfinished business.

The cruise was coming to an end anyways, so what was even the point? Your life would go back to normal like nothing had happened, even though your world had been ripped apart and was holding itself together by threads.

Kun cleared his throat, “We need to talk.”

“We’re talking right now”, you said, avoiding the heavy meaning in his words.

He sighed, letting it drop for a second before speaking up again, “I didn’t know myself until I asked Akira”, he said, not specifying what exactly he was talking about, but you already knew. “I asked him if you knew who he was and he told me the whole story, and I was….”, he trailed off, searching for the correct word, “horrified.”

“I believe you”, you said softly, “I’ve forgiven you.”

You haven’t forgotten though, you doubt you could ever forget something like this.

Kun didn’t know if that made him feel any better, but he knew he had to get it off his chest. He wondered how he could get you back. You seemed cold again, like the day he met you, closed off and wary of everything. You had a right to be, but he wanted the Y/n he had grown accustomed to, back.

“So”, he said, “Mr. Darcy or Elizabeth Bennet?”

“I thought we agreed on a truce?” You let a smile slip, amused. He grinned, “We did, but I have to know.”

You thought for a second, before inclining your head with a sheepish smile, “I’ll eat my words Qian Kun, Mr. Darcy has grown on me.”

“I’m glad. I won after all”, he said childishly, and you couldn’t help but scoff. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“Why don’t I tell you something? Infact, I’ll say it in the words of Mr. Darcy himself”, he declared, “I found myself in this mess before I could do anything about it Y/n, and I can’t take what has happened. I cannot fix on the hour or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It was too long ago, I was in the middle before I knew it had begun.”

Your eyes softened as you shifted closer to him, meeting his own. Yours sparkled with mild amusement as you slipped your hand through his, “You do know that’s how Mr. Darcy tells Lizzy he loves her, right?”

“Is it?”, his eyes held the same mischievous glint yours did as he raised your held hands, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “I suppose it’s fitting then.”

And then he kissed you properly, fingers intertwined, wind in your hair.

Were you happy? Not entirely, not yet. You still had duty, you still had to bear the weight of your family name. You had to live with knowing your mother was responsible for your fathers demise, you had to keep it a secret for Shotaro. You had to be perfect.

No, you weren’t happy, but you were getting there.

fin.

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Soul-searching (Part I)

I’m feeling pretty crummy right now, hence posting a sad piece for tonight. The Mark piece I promised at the end of the previous post will have to wait for a while.

For the first time, I’m sharing one of the few pieces that feature WayV’s Kun, one of my top three guys from the group. If you were curious about who are the other two, it’s Ten and Lucas. But what the heck, I love Xiaojun, Hendery, and Yangyang too!

Here’s a GIF of Kun with blue-gray hair, which I consider to be one of his superior looks. And of course, I want that color too!

Mahal ko kayong lahat! :)

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Summary: If anyone was curious where Essie went to during her cool-off with Johnny, she went to Kun’s. Find out if he was able to help and comfort her or if he made things worse eventually. In short, this piece was supposed to be one thing but ended up as a brain fart.

POV: 3rd person since this is a recent piece of writing. Like, just a week or two ago.

Word count: 1,300 + words

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“This isn’t how you take a break from a relationship, Essie,” Kun whispered, avoiding to look at the deflated form of his ‘friend’ who was crying at his doorstep.

“Then what should I do?” She answered back, wiping the tears that have now soaked the collar of her shirt.

“I don’t have the answers to everything, dear. But what we’re doing,” he glanced at her before looking away again, “isn’t going to solve anything. It will make things worse, or it has already become worse.”

“But I’m not coming for you in that sense, dude! I needed someone to talk to.” Essie looked at him intently, hoping that he understood what she meant.

“I know, but I believe I’m not the person for this. Not anymore. Youngho is also a close friend of mine. Both of us know that he gets jealous easily, and for us to be spotted like this will spark speculations among our circle.” The blue-haired guy leaned against the door and sighed, looking at anything than her face.

“So, is that what you think? You care about your reputation than our friendship?” He did not like the way she said it, but he refused to look at her still.

“Essie Park, I value our friendship, whether you believe it or not. That’s why I can’t let us get into this further. I think I’ve already said what you needed to hear. We’ve already done what you wanted to happen. I’m sorry, but please, you have to find the answers to your problems on your own this time.”

With that, he gently closed the door on her face and silently cried as he locked it.

He didn’t expect that she would come to him about her problem with her (sort of ex-) boyfriend. There she was, with a giant duffle bag slung over her shoulder, knocking on his door if she could stay over.

“Why me?” were the first words he blurted after she told him of her story.

“Because you look like someone I can depend on,” she murmured while fiddling with her thumbs.

“I’m flattered that you think that way, but I don’t think that’s just the reason,” he said firmly as he held her wrist.

Even if she was trembling under his touch, he didn’t let go. He looked at her panicked face to see if she was going to tell him more, but he didn’t expect it when she spoke.

“I can’t put into words yet, but I’ll tell you when I’m able to. But please, Kun. I need your help.”

It was her tears that moved him, and he couldn’t help but comfort her with a hug.

She stayed at his apartment for almost a month, and they had long talks over the state of her relationship. He was glad to know more about her since he wasn’t able to the last time he was at her place. Before anyone thinks he wants to get into her pants, that isn’t the case. He isn’t looking for a relationship now because he’s devoted to his career as a musician and producer.

However, as they got to talk more about life, he realized that this felt off. Essie was still in a relationship with Johnny Suh, and if any of his band members found out that she was staying in his place, then news would spread that they are dating. They were part of a tight-knit circle, and Ten is the closest to Johnny among his bandmates.

It was fortunate that none of their common friends visited his place since he was out at the studio most of the time. But whenever he came home, he felt that he had a girlfriend waiting for him. If he was honest with himself, he felt giddy whenever Essie prepared breakfast and dinner for them both before they had their deep talks, and whenever she asked him how his day went after he settled into his pajamas.

There was a moment that he embraced her from the back as she cleaned the dishes one morning. “Hey, what’s up?” She asked, slowly looking at his beaming face.

“Nothing, I just want to share my happiness with you,” he replied, resting his chin on top of her shoulder.

He didn’t let go as she continued to clean the remaining dishes. He even helped her as he held the heavy pots and pans for her to scrub on.

“Kun, you’re awfully being sweet right now. What’s up, really?” she said after she was done, hands on her hips.

He shoved his hands into his pocket and looked at anywhere than her face. “Maybe I just want to show my appreciation for the things you’ve done for me lately?”

The silence that ensued after felt unbearable to both of them that either one started a makeout session on the couch.

“You had a motive, didn’t you?” Kun asked, still panting from the intensity of their kisses. When she didn’t reply, he tilted her face to look at him. “You want me to love you so you can forget how you’re hurting, is that it?”

This time, her tears didn’t move him. He sat up and moved at the other end of the couch, contemplating on what to say to her.

“I like you, Kun. But I don’t want it to end that way. You’ve been a great help to me, and I mean it.” She said, tucking her knees to her chin.

“Don’t you think you’re leading me on?” His voice was trembling, and she couldn’t tell if it was out of sadness, anger, or a combination of both.

“No, Kun. I don’t want to do that to you or anyone else.”

“But you already did with your other suitors, if you haven’t noticed. You are easily swayed, Essie. If you weren’t like that, then you wouldn’t end up in this situation.”

She let out a shaky breath before responding. “I know, and I’m sorry. You’re the only person right now who has been helping me with this predicament I have.”

“Don’t forget your therapist as well,” he muttered, which elicited a chuckle from the girl. “Yes, and him too. You’re the only two people I have right now who has helped me so much.”

When he saw the sincerity in her eyes, he erased those thoughts and tried his best to act like how he was with her before.

As days passed, he couldn’t. He felt that their dynamic has changed after they kissed. He was touchier and called her ‘dear’ often. She reciprocated his actions, and sometimes they pecked each other on the lips before they went to sleep.

Kun finally snapped out of this honeymoon period after they had sex. Both of them were tipsy from their respective parties, and she smelled so good that it drove him crazy. She could say the same for him, and everything became a blur when he hovered over her naked figure.

The morning after was the most awkward situation they have experienced, and it was only in the evening that he had the guts to cut ties with her.

As the scene from earlier replayed in his mind, Kun became a sobbing mess on the floor. He couldn’t believe that he would like her to that extent and realized that she was dangerous to be with in the long run.

“I wonder how Youngho must feel right now,” he mumbled, looking at the couch that has now been marked with her memories.

Images of her sobbing on one corner and then naked and moaning his name mixed in his mind, which led him to the decision to sell it immediately.

He got a new couch that was more expensive and opulent-looking, hoping that this one will have happier memories than the last.

For now, he will focus on his music and forget that he, like Jeong Jaehyun, had a brief affair with Essie Park.

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FIN

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jenomark · 5 years ago

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Nothing Ever Changes

○Pairing: Gangster!Kun x Reader (Female) ○Other Members/ Characters: WayV (briefly) ○Genre: gangster AU, smut, angst ○Warnings: oral (m), oral (f), penetration (f) ○Word count: 3,026

→Summary: Gang leader Kun doesn’t let anyone know about you, his own personal whore. For one night, you ask him to treat you like someone he loves.

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One taste of him makes you feel like you’re drowning. The fear, it hits you before you open your mouth to say ‘Hello’. Power has a name, and that name can get you a lot of things. Or enough things to kill you. Everything you’ll do for him will be voluntary. You’ll hold your breath if he asks, because men like that tell you when to speak, when to think, when to be. He is a king, whose throne is your home. You won’t know it, and if you are unfortunate enough to catch on, you’ll wish you were ignorant enough long before the water fills your lungs. And if he tastes you back, you’ll welcome the death of his open sea.

His name is on the tip of your tongue: Qian Kun. Everyone talks about him in their whispers like he’s some sort of monster. You’re the girl that plays in the dark, the girl that stands in the face of men like him, and laughs. It’s dangerous business calling him out. It will feel like all of the city is looking straight at you, their eyes poking needles in your skin. Don’t cause a stir, dear.

You were raised right, even though you ran the streets until your knees were dirty with secrets. Being polite only got you so far, but being yourself, well, that put advantages in your pocket and money in your bra.

“And who are you?” Kun asks.

No, not asks. A man like Kun doesn’t ask for anything. Kun takes, and what he doesn’t take, he leaves for the vultures to pick through. Kun reminds you of that as his eyes rake you over, his piercing threats giving you only one chance. You resist the urge to play him like all men love to be played with. The whispers are deathly quiet, but you’re aware of their incentive: Qian Kun will kill you. Your eyes take in two of his members, YangYang and Hendery, and every little boy out too late past their bedtime.

“I’m nobody.” you say.

You want to believe that Kun is smiling, that the corners of his mouth are turned up just for you, but the only girl he’s ever moved for was Her. They still talk about Her, how She changed him, and how She left him. You’ve never seen Her, but maybe She was prettier than you. Maybe She was somebody.

“What was it you said back there?” Kun asks. “I didn’t hear you correctly.”

You don’t back down, even as he waits for you to cower. “I asked if you were going to take this whole city down with you.”

It isn’t smart of you, dear. Hearing the words come from your mouth makes the lights above you feel more harsh on your skin. This is your home, and although you’re loyal, it’s been going up in flames for years. The police activity is out of control. Beggars and liars run tricks at night, their outstretched hands ready to strangle any innocence that is left. Sins lay at every doorstep, calling out your name, exhausting what little good nature you have. You yearn for peace and other things Kun’s name hasn’t all but gambled away.

You wait for the slap, the hands around your arm, or the scolding. Will it come in the night, in the form of a pillow over the face? Will they disgrace your name instead?

“Would you go down with it?” he asks. “Either you go down with the city, or you’ll wish you had.”

You’re aware of the music stopping, of a bunch of ears turned your way. You can hear your blood rushing through your veins. He stares you down, his hand on his knee, his hat next to him on the table. You look over and see the door to freedom, but the escape is too narrow for someone like you to fit through.

“Gladly,” you tell him. “Anything for you, Mr. Qian.”

Kun’s face lights up, and suddenly, everything is over. The music resumes. The barmaid laughs her rowdy, drunken chortle. The color comes back to Kun’s cheeks, and just like that, all tension melts away. You see Lucas bouncing a woman on his leg, her breasts suffocating his face. Ten and WinWin are in the corner, counting stacks of money on the table. Xiaojun smiles politely at you, tipping his hat as if everything is just a joke, just a game. The world is alive, with or without you.

Your eyes fall back to Kun. His back is turned toward you, his exit noticed only by you. You follow him. You can’t keep up. He has some place to be, it seems, and he wouldn’t worry about someone like you. He knows you’re there, can feel the fear clutching at your heart with each step you take. You file out onto the street, looking left, then right. The air is balmy, but no amount of heat can stop the chill. It’s always the chill, dear, isn’t it? First, it covers your neck, then it works down your breasts and wraps around your spine like a cold fist. You’ll shake with fever. You’ll let it control you.

“You know, “ Kun says. “I wouldn’t have to embarrass you in front of everyone if you just listened to me. This city is the greatest on earth, even if it’s a pile of shit.”

Kun leans against a wall, one hand in his pocket. He holds his hat in his other hand, the gold clip he keeps affixed to it shining in the moonlight. Everything he owns is worth more than your whole life. You’re always aware of how easily he could end you if he chose to. You walk towards him and take his hat, placing it gingerly on top of your head. The way he looks at you makes it feel like it might be your last act of the night.

“Not everyone agrees,” you say. “We’ve had this conversation before, Kun. You know, when you come over to my place in the dead of the night and pretend like we’re lovers.”

He doesn’t say much now, and he hasn’t said much since he started coming around. He leaves in the morning before anyone can speculate about his personal affairs. You don’t want a relationship with him, you just don’t want to keep being the whore in the bar, her name so easily dragged through the mud in the name of The Great Qian Kun. He had said to you, “No one needs to know where my cock has been but me.”, but you knew it was because of Her. Word travels fast when your name is as iconic as it is dangerous.

“Tell me what you would do to me.” you say.

You place his hat on his head like someone placing the crown on a king. Kun tilts his head and watches as you slowly hitch up your dirt-strained dress. He bought you a new dress once, but he tore it to pieces the very same night.

“You embarrassed me.” Kun says.

You climb your fingers up your own thighs before dipping them between your legs. Kun won’t look there anymore. He’ll only look you in the eye, and maybe, one day he’ll see you as more than just what you are. You don’t count on it. You are a hot, wet pussy, and the taste of you is just as murderous as he is.

“What do you want from me?” he often asks. Tonight, is no different. Nothing ever changes.

Kun straightens the hat on his head and looks up at the stars before looking back at you. You remove your hands from between your legs and lightly press your fingers to his lips. You feel a slight flick of his tongue against your skin, but mostly, hot breath. Kun closes his eyes, and his breath rattles. Sometimes, you wonder if he regrets the first kiss, or if he thinks of Her every time. Is it the courage that drives him forward, or the fear?

“Fuck me.” Kun whispers.

He grabs your neck and brings your lips to his. His hands squeeze your throat too hard. You gasp for air in between kisses. His tongue fills your mouth like sticky syrup. You work through layers of clothing to feel your fingertips on his warm, firm stomach. Both of you are wrapped up in each other until voices pepper through the neighborhood. There is always a point where Kun loses himself in you, but there is always something that brings him back. He’ll forget how you made him feel. He’ll forget that you are human, too. You are just for fucking here, there, anywhere.

“You should go home.” he says.

“You’re a real gentleman.” you retort, your voice rising to a level that should have gotten you hurt. But Kun doesn’t notice or care. You fix yourself and your dignity. When you open your mouth to speak, he stops you.

“Don’t,” Kun says. “Not tonight...please.”

Kun’s voice comes out thin and broken. His face, which is normally full of sadness, also reaches despair. You reach out to touch him, but he moves away.

“Kun….”

“Is that all you want?” he asks. “For me to fuck you? Is that all I am to you?”

Kun is as annoyed as you are. His beautiful eyes are glazed over and unfocused. You approach him again, your movements mechanical. You unbutton his pants, yanking them down past his strong thighs. You know it will be the last time you get to do this.

“Not here.” Kun says.

You are on your knees and it is too late. This is all that you are: his cock in your mouth, his eyes on the top of your head, his fingers grazing your shoulders. Your knees are dirty like your dress, but they are nothing compared to the way the rest of you feels. Kun relaxes against the wall. He breathes in deeply. You can hear his moans, though he tries to stifle them. You intentionally dig your fingernails into his thighs so that he’ll feel pain.

“Stop,” he whispers. “Stop everything.”

“Doesn’t it feel good?” you ask.

You hold his cock in your hands. There are tears threatening to spill from your eyes, but you blink them away. This man should not matter to you. You’re another whore, another warm thing to help him sleep at night. You stop him from succumbing to the nightmares he gets from everything bad he’s done, but my dear, you are a nightmare, too.

“Get up.” he orders.

You rise up. You can barely look at him as he hikes his pants around his slim waist. You wonder what he’ll do next. You don’t expect the kiss on your cheek, and you don’t expect how disgusting it makes you feel.

“I’m sorry.” he says.

“Are you?” you ask, the venom in your voice hard to contain. “Kun, you don’t owe me anything, but please answer me with the truth. Is it me? Am I that horrible to you?”

Kun almost looks heartbroken. Almost. “No...I-”

“Then show me, “ you said. “Show me what it’s like to be with you, to really be with you. I don’t want to be some whore you embarrass in front of your friends. I don’t want to be sucking your cock in these streets, or parading around the city looking for other indecent places to fuck you. I let you into my home. I want to feel human, Kun. I want to feel wanted. I want to feel like Her.”

The mention of Her makes Kun’s jaw click. You’ve hit a nerve, but he’ll forgive you. Kun nods. He takes you by your arm and drags you down the street. You look back at where you both stood, and smile.

He doesn’t bring you to his place, but rather, leads you to yours. He knows the way by memory. He walks in like it’s his home, too, his fingers on the doorknob as lightly as they touch your heart. Everything looks the same in your bedroom as you enter, but you realize that you are not the same. Kun smiles warmly, his dimples making you feel like you’re in a daze. You know it’s an act specifically put on for you, but you don’t care. He lights a few candles around your room and rapped his knuckles on the wall.

“Are you nervous, Mr Qian?” you ask, smirking.

The same question he always asks is there, but he doesn’t speak it from his lips. You sit on the edge of your bed as your answer. It’s quiet in your house, but the sound of your thoughts are thunderous. Kun strides over to you, and for once, he sinks to his knees. Taking your foot in his hand, he raises your leg up and kisses the soft skin. His rough hands move up your calf. You lean back on your elbows and brace yourself for the ferocity of Kun’s touch.

Passion. The word comes to your mind. Normally, the pair of you would spend the night fucking once, twice, sometimes three times. You were like animals when drunk. His sweat would drip onto your back, and his fingernails would draw blood. You would bite down on his neck and come on his tongue. He was always gone in those moments, with his eyes closed tight, his regrets staring back at you. He chose you because you reminded him of Her, and he didn’t try hard to make either of you forget.

Kun’s mouth wets your inner thigh. You let him bunch your dress around your waist while your fingers move down to your clit.

“Patience.” he growls.

Your body jumps with fright at the sound of his voice. You remove your hands from yourself and keep them by your side. His grip on your thighs is tight and demanding. With his swollen lips, he leans his head between your thighs, pushes your underwear to the side, and sucks on your clit just enough to make your legs shake. His hands seem huge as they knead up your body to remove your dress. His hand presses against the small of your back, and he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed. His fingers tickling up your spine, you arch your back enough for one of your nipples to brush against his lips. He nibbles on your breast lightly, his tongue swirling around your nipple. He rests his chin in between your cleavage and looks up at you. His eyes are full of sorrow, and there is something about them that makes you feel like no one is home. You comb your fingers through his dark hair before lying on your back, ready for him to wreak havoc on your body.

“Make love to me, Qian Kun.” you say.

If you were Her, he would treat you as his Queen. Kun would not want to disappoint. Slowly, he brings your underwear down your legs. His lips find your thighs again, his mouth kissing a path up to your pussy. You tangle yourself in your sheets, watching his looming shadow across the wall. It is not in the shape of a monster, but the shape of a man. His tongue opens you up and licks every part of you. Kun has always gone down on you, but this time it feels different. He eats your pussy like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do in his sad, miserable life. You wrap your legs around his head and grind your hips to meet his face. He looks up at you, and you can see the wetness all around his mouth. He breaks out into a grin when he sees how easily you’re falling apart. The laughter that escapes from his mouth makes you livid.

“What’s so funny?” you ask.

“You.”

You push him out from between your legs and slide your body from your bed. You feel like you are in a frenzy. Fuck passion. Fuck going slow. You shove Kun against the wall. He stumbles into your wardrobe, knocking a few things from a table onto the ground. Any trace of amusement or smugness vanishes from his face. You kiss him hard, tearing his jacket from his body as you do. Kun picks you up in his arms and throws you back onto the bed. He removes any clothing he’s wearing with haste. You admire his body in what little light there is. His cock is hard, but that isn’t the most interesting part of him. What feels the most compelling is the way Kun is looking at you now: a look stuck somewhere between adoration and neediness. It’s so fierce that you feel it grinding against your bones.

This is who he is, too. You are both so hopelessly in love with someone you can’t have. You both know what it’s like, and you feel it every time you come together. The torture of it is addicting, for both of you. You take the alternative, because you think it’s what you deserve. You fuck it until it makes you hate yourself, until you ask it to love you when it is not capable of love.

Kun wastes no time in proving you right. He pulls you to him by your legs. You don’t experience his cock in inches. There is no easing, no set pace. Not in this life. All of him is inside of you, stretching you out, pushing against your cervix. He holds your body tightly enough to leave bruises, his brand of love just a little bit tender. You don’t let go of him, and you don’t look away. You happily burn with him.

You fuck hoping to forget, but all you get to do is come. Kun flips you over and holds your hands behind your back. He doesn’t think, doesn’t speak, doesn’t want anything but your warm hole for the night. He thrusts. When he comes, filling you up to the brim, he leans down closely to your ear and calls you his whore.

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sm-entertain-me · 6 years ago

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Rough Day? (M)

Contains: Qian Kun x (f) reader, smut, adult language, sexual themes, angry sex, rough sex, dom!Kun, sub!reader, handjob, sir kink, unprotected sex, creampie.

Synopsis: Work was the absolute worst today. Everything that could’ve gone wrong, did. Kun notices how stressed and angry you’ve become just because of work and is determined to get you feeling like your old self again.

(A/N: This GIF makes me wanna suck him dry, idgaf.)

You inhaled sharply as you stepped into the doorway of your house, your hands flying to your forehead as you groaned loudly into the almost empty house. Today had probably been the worst work day you had ever faced. Two people had called in sick, one of which has made it a routine in doing so, and forced you to go into overdrive to pick up the slack that presented itself to you. Who knew that having a measly two people call out of the office would create so much work for you and the rest of your colleagues? Well, most of the work went to you since you had been there the longest and had been assigned supervisor of the day to make sure no number was out of place and every single report that graced your desk was nothing less than perfect.

As you calmed down slightly, you sat down on the bench that sat adjacent to the door, slipping your high heels off and letting them fall to the ground with a loud thud that would surely get the attention of your loving boyfriend. Unfortunately, you had to put in some overtime tonight too, so that means you had to spend even less than the already sparse time you had with him. “Y/N?” You heard a voice call out from the kitchen, your head popping up slightly to hear him better. “Yeah, I’m here,” You responded with annoyance lining your voice, letting your true feelings be known to Kun. As you were busy with rubbing the dull pain out of your heels, you heard the footsteps of your boyfriend getting louder until he stood in front of you, smiling down at you in hopes of cheering you up.

“I made you some dinner,” Kun said as he watched you massage the other heel, watching you moan out from the relaxed state of your foot instead of being cramped into that tiny ass heel. Even though the thought of eating one of Kun’s delicious meals was always irresistible, you didn’t really feel like eating. All of the bad things that happened today really stripped your normally intense appetite from you. Kun noticed your lack of response as he crouched down to your level, trying to see your eyes properly to get a read on them, but you didn’t want him to see how tired and frustrated you had become. Kun then sighed as he took your hand in his, rolling the top of his thumb over your hand lightly, “Rough day?”

“The worst,” You replied as you finally looked up at him, letting his eyes finally stare into yours like he had been wanting to do since he heard your car pull up in the driveway. Kun saw just how frustrated you were, and he didn’t need to look into your eyes to see that. Your shoulders were slumped forward, your hands were balled at the hem of your skirt, your breathing wasn’t pleasant, and your eyes had bags around them. You were practically a walking case of the Mondays, only it was Thursday. Sighing softly, Kun took his free hand and pressed it to the side of your cheek, letting you rub your face against his hand to feel some kind of comfort at he spoke, “I know something that can help.” Though you really weren’t feeling in the mood to do anything rash, the little glint in Kun’s eyes had your heart doing flips and you knew exactly what he had in mind. And you can’t say you aren’t drawn to that side of Kun.

It was a really short trip to the bedroom as Kun carried you bridal style to your shared bedroom, not wanting you to use your feet since you had been on them all day and could use the rest. When you two got into the bedroom, Kun immediately threw you on the bed, hunger in his eyes. You looked up at Kun with curious eyes as he stripped from his shirt and was only left in his sweatpants, his toned body causing your mouth to water from the way the dimmed lights accentuated every curve of his abdomen. Kun wore a deep smirk as he stalked over to you, standing in between your legs and grabbing your chin forcefully in between his fingers, “You want me to fuck your frustrations away? Do you want me to fuck you as rough as your day was, huh kitten?” You moaned out at his words craning your neck up at him, “Yes please.” Kun’s smirk grew deeper as he let your chin go, looking down at how blissful you looked before he even got his hands on you, “Good, because I’m not stopping until you’re screaming.... Maybe I won’t even stop then.”

Kun was swift in his movements as he climbed on top of you, pressing his lips harshly against you and slipping his tongue inside to play with yours. As his tongue danced with yours, his hands played with the clothed bud in between your legs, pressing with a enough pressure to evoke a garbled moan that he excitedly swallowed down. He continued his ministrations as he tore his mouth off of you and licked his way down your neck, biting occasionally on your sweet spot to get you to moan against him. Whenever his tongue grazed your tender skin, you arched your back up into him to feel his rock hard abs against your torso while also giving him a better angle to deliver agonizingly slow rubs to your clit that yearned for faster movements.

Impatient, you decided to roll your hips against his hand that was working you towards your impending orgasm, but he halted your movements immediately. Kun’s fingers detached themselves from your clothed clit, taking his hands and slamming your hips against the mattress as he glared down at you, “You know better than that. I decide how you get touched, you understand?” “Yes,” You whimpered as you tried to reach up to him and pull him in for another hungry kiss, Kun leaning back just out of your reach. He titled his head to the side and narrowed his eyes down at you, taking his tongue and running it slowly along his lips as he cocked his eyebrow, “Yes what?” You smirked up at Kun, loving his dominant side, “Yes sir.”

When he was satisfied with your compliance, Kun continued to leave purple hickies down your neck, relishing in the way you moaned out for him when he bit down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Your hands found his hair and tugged on the soft tresses, your eyes closing in order to heighten the feeling of his tongue swirling on your neck. Kun’s hands gripped at your breasts through your shirt, his palms feeling how pert your nipples were even through your blouse and bra. “Fuck,” You groaned out as Kun slipped his hand into your blouse and bra, taking one of your nipples and rolling it tightly in between his fingers. Kun smirked against your neck as he gave you one last kiss, pulling his lips off of you and looking down at you with a smug grin, “How expensive is this blouse, baby?” Before you could even answer him, Kun’s hands were already tearing the fabric from your torso to reveal your blue laced bra, his eyes lighting up from the sight in front of him.

Kun made quick work of every other clothing item you had until you were left with nothing on, body on full display for him and ready to be taken. “You look absolutely divine,” Kun moaned out as he stood at the foot of the bed, slipping his grey sweatpants off and letting them fall to the floor, revealing his fully hardened length. The sight of his cock standing proudly and seeing it smack against his stomach when he released it from the confines of his sweats caused you to lean up and crawl over to him, reaching out to take him in your hands. Before your hands could reach him, you looked up at Kun for a sign of approval since he was the one in control tonight. Kun nodded down at you as he pushed a strand of hair away from your eyes, thrusting his hips at you to urge you on.

You licked your lips as you took Kun in your hand, gripping the base of his cock in your hand and working your way up his shaft until your reached his tip that was oozing precum. Kun started to moan as you ran your thumb across his slit, giving a tight squeeze to the tip of his cock and running the precum up and down his length. As you were working his tip and shaft with your right hand, you took your left hand and cupped his balls, running them in between your fingers and giving a few squeezes here and there to keep Kun on his toes. His breathing became labored as you pumped him vigorously, the lewd sounds of his cock being coated in his own cum causing your pussy to become embarrassingly wet. You could feel his cock throbbing in your hand the harder you worked him, but he grabbed your hands in his to stop you. Whining at him stopping you, you looked up at him with innocent eyes in hopes of him letting you continue, but he simply shook his head down at you, “Kitten, I’m here to make you cum, now let me.”

Although you wanted to protest with him, you were in no position to do so as you backed away from his cock and waited eagerly at the head of the bed. Kun chuckled at how quickly you moved into position, climbing into bed with you and settling in between your legs. Without warning, Kun grabbed your ankles and spread your legs nice and wide for him, putting your dripping wet pussy on full display. Kun’s eyes widened at the amount of arousal that slipped out of you and started to drip down your core and onto the bed, looking back up at you, “Excited for my cock, baby?” You simply rolled your eyes at his cockiness, not acknowledging him until he leaned forward to capture your chin in his hand. Once he forced you to look at him, you swallowed hard and gave him what he wanted: an answer. “Y-Yes sir. I want your cock deep inside of me, fucking me so hard that I forget about my bad day today.” Kun smirked at you as he leaned in and placed a tender kiss on your forehead, “Was that so hard to say?”

Kun’s grip on your ankles tightened instinctively as he pushed his hardened length deep inside of you, tilting his head back and letting a moan fall from his lips at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. You too moaned out from his cock entering you slowly, pushing himself all the way to the hilt to feel your walls in all their glory. “You’re s-so tight,” Kun grunted as he finally looked down at you with hooded eyes, seeing how flushed you looked from the intense feeling of pleasure that was starting to grow. Kun kept your legs spread wide as he drew himself back and slammed into you at a back breaking pace, getting more and more turned on the louder the squelching in between your legs got.

The pace Kun put on you was brutal as he held your legs the furthest they could possibly go, pushing you into a split as he angled himself at a way that had his cock kissing the start of your cervix. He was driving you absolutely mad as he rolled his hips into you, forcing moans out of you left and right as your fingernails dragged against his skin, leaving hot streaks down his chest. “Mmm, baby,” You groaned out as his cock ran against your G-spot, causing you to dig your nails even further into his abdomen until his hands wrapped around your wrists and slammed them above your head. Kun had a look of carnal need in his eyes as his gazed hardened, glaring into your eyes as he pounded you into the mattress, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist to keep you in place.

Kun’s grip on your wrists increased as he kept thrusting into you, slamming his hips against you until you were crying out from the sensations running through your veins. Pleasure, pain, desire, need; every single sensation flew through your body the longer you took Kun’s cock, nearing you closer and closer to your edge. All you needed was something to bring you there since Kun’s cock was hitting all the right spots for you, pounding into you at just the right time and at the right amount of force. “This pussy was made for me,” Kun commented as he threw himself completely into you, feeling your walls clench around his cock that indicated you were so damn close to cumming around his cock. Hard.

“Oh my god, Kun! Don’t stop! I-I’m so close,” You begged, titling your hips upward so his cock would catch on your sensitive bud, rubbing against you to pull you to your edge. Kun smirked down at you as he increased the speed of his thrusts yet again, grunting into your neck as he bit down to muffle his moans. He was getting close too as his cock twitched deep in your pussy, pushing against your ever tightening walls. “Come on baby, cum for me. Cum all over my cock. I wanna feel your walls throbbing,” Kun moaned into your ear, taking your lobe and sucking on it gingerly compared to the force of his hip crushing thrusts. His words always had an effect on you, and tonight was no different as you were sent spiraling, legs quaking on his waist, crying out his name to the ceiling as your arched your chest against him.

You came so hard around Kun’s cock that you hadn’t even realized that he too had came, his hot seed filling you to the brim as he moaned lasciviously into your ear, chanting his approvals into you. As you were still recovering from seeing stars, you allowed Kun to collapse on top of you, panting wildly against you as his cock finally halted inside of you, the last bit of cum springing free. A look of bliss found its way onto your face as you played with the soft tresses of Kun’s dyed blonde hair, leaning over and placing a kiss on his forehead as he lay completely fucked out on your chest. Kun smiled up at you with the same hooded eyes, leaning up to try and give you a kiss but didn’t fee like moving, so he spoke instead, “Did I make you forget your rough day?” You took pride in your humor as you responded to Kun’s question, completely satisfied with the way Kun helped you out, “What rough day?”

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INTO THE WOODS

TITLE: INTO THE WOODS | part of the INFERNO event

PAIRING: werewolf!johnny x werewolf!yangyang x werewolf!jeno x werewolf!jaehyun x werewolf!kun x fem!human!oc/reader

GENRE: smut, werewolves/abo*, halloween themed * they are alphas but there are not abo dynamics since the mc is human

SUMMARY: ‘don’t go in the woods, past the first two rows of trees.’ It’s a simple rule, planted in every kid’s mind in the village since they are born. Nobody knows why, but nobody dares to question why. But pride leads to do dangerous things and what’s supposed to be a silly bet to prove something, gets you lost a bit too far into the scary forest. And those who seem to be polite strangers turn out to be something they’re not.

WARNINGS: smut; dubcon (monsterfucking, light fear play, aphrodisiac saliva), monster fucking (= monster c*cks and bodies* and unrealistic sex), unprotected sex, sixsome, oral sex (f&m), marking, biting, degradation, minor impact play (slapping and chocking), manhandling, rough sex, slight animalist behaviours here and there (mostly within each other), big size difference, spitroasting, knotting, mean!kun (he hates human, rip), in general some dark content. * they're not fully transformed, though

WORD COUNT: 11.604k

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Growing up in that small village she learnt that there was only one rule to follow: don’t go in the woods past the first two rows of trees. And honestly, unless it was really necessary, avoid going in the wood at all.

And she always listened, she never had a reason to disobey and get further into the dark woods and risk dangerous meetings. Her grandmother and the other old ladies of the village warned the kids from a young age, telling them stories about unknown beings that lived in the deepest heart of the forest. Scary tales about men never coming back from the hunt, innocent ladies being found dead at the edges after disappearing for days, and kids being unable to sleep for months after meeting the eyes of those creepy beings.

So she always kept her distance from it, even if she lived near the borders and never really felt scared of that vastness of trees.

She also wasn’t the type to let her friends’ remarks get into her head, but when Donghyuck didn’t stop mocking her for not going with them past the second row, she felt something inside of her rise.

“You can’t seriously believe some monsters live there, you think two rows of trees would be enough to scare them?” He had said, laughing at her mad face when he and their other friends, Jaemin and Renjun, came back from the forest.

She huffed, rolling her eyes. “I don’t believe in those stories,” she replied, “but I follow the rules. You could’ve got hurt,” she added, checking that nothing happened to them. But Donghyuck simply rolled his eyes before grabbing his backpack and starting to walk away.

“You’re a scaredy cat, honey. But that won’t stop us from being your friends,” he joked, waving at her as the other two followed. “See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, bye,” she greeted, grabbing her things too and walking back home.

But for the whole way back home, walking right across the river that separated the wood and the village, she couldn’t help but wonder about what lived there. It couldn’t have been anything bigger than some deers or hares, right? And the woods seemed so quiet, how could they possibly be as terrible as her nanna told her when she was a kid? Why were the villagers so terrified of them?

So curiosity got the best of her, and at the nearest bridge, she crossed, making sure nobody was around to see her break the rules. When she found herself in front of the first row, she gulped. The sounds surrounding her weren’t creepy at all, she could hear birds chirping, the creaks of some insects and the water flowing behind her.

She took a deep breath as she started to walk past the permitted zone and then whispered to herself ‘Just a little bit, but don’t get too deep. Just to prove Donghyuck you’re brave.’

But she soon lost track of time, and before she could realize it, the night had fallen, turning the woods into the stereotypical scary place they were in the tales the ladies of the village told. And the more she tried to find the way back home, the more lost she felt. She was sure she had followed a quiet traced path before, but now she couldn’t find anything of that kind anymore and she felt like she was spinning in circles.

Panic started to creep in when the sky turned darker and the air around her got colder and every sound rang scarier in her ears.

When she felt something behind her, the only thing she could do was run. She had no idea where she was going, or if she was putting herself into more trouble, but she kept running. Fast as the wind blew on her face and made her force her eyes to fight to stay open.

And she kept going for what felt like ages for her, she could feel her heart race in her chest and her lungs were struggling to keep up with the fast speed she was forcing her body to move, and all of a sudden it became too much, but right when she felt like giving up and falling on the floor to meet her destiny…

“Oh,” a voice said when her scared, small frame impacted against his broad chest, “what do we have here?”

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened to let out the loudest scream of her life that was in vain; nobody was going to hear her here, in the pulsing heart of the forest. And the yell didn’t scare the figure in front of her at all, instead, it caused him to laugh.

“Scared?”

She gulped and then started walking backwards only to be trapped by another figure. And at that point, she felt tears stream down her cheeks, but the man in front of her was swift at leaning down and cupping her face, gently.

“No, shh, don’t cry. Are you lost?” He asked, his voice low but almost reassuring.

She nodded, not able to let out a single sound. As she desperately tried to look for a way out. But the more she looked around the more it seemed there wasn’t a way out there. Trees all around her. Trees that were all the same. She was going insane.

“Guess you need a place to stay for the night. It gets quite cold here, we were just coming back from the hunt,” he said, giving a quick glance to the man that was still behind her, not even blocking her anymore since fear had frozen her on the spot. “Should we take her home, Yangyang?”

The man, well, boy, behind her smirked and then replied, “It’s not polite to leave a nice lady like her out here.”

The other wet his lip and then said, “Mind following us?”

She hesitated, looking around again, trying to grasp onto anything that could’ve made her run away from there and go back home, but there was nothing. She had been looking all evening for that, and it only seemed like she made it worst by going too deep into the woods.

“If you’ve never been in the woods, you don’t know how to move in them. Trust us, it can get dangerous at night out here, especially for people that don’t know how to recognize beasts.”

“I just… I want to go home.”

“We know. We’ll take you home tomorrow as soon as the sun comes up. Right, Yang?”

“Yes, the walk back to the village is long and impossible to follow right now.”

She nodded, mindlessly… they didn’t seem bad, they were trying to help her, and also if they were there, it meant that whatever lived in the woods that the eldest talked so much about wasn’t real, or anyway, they probably knew what it was and knew how to defend themselves from it. Nobody survives the woods. And yet, they were there.

So she nodded and grabbed the man’s hand, silently following them.

The walk in the forest was silent, and even if it looked like they knew exactly what they were doing, she couldn’t help but jump at the slightest of sounds. Owls hooting, branches creaking, wind whistling. Everything frightened her.

She had no idea how long it took to get to their small cabin but it felt like ages, and when they passed the door, the sensation didn’t dim.

“We’re back from the hunt,” the taller man shouted as soon as they opened the door of the wooden house and she stilled on the spot once again. It wasn’t just them?

A man peeked out of what she guessed to be the kitchen and his eyes moved from his friends to her, an unsettling smirk on his face.

“Brought dinner?” He asked, eyes still boring holes in her.

“Yeah, hunted a hare,” the youngest replied, lifting up the animal in his hand. She didn’t even notice he had been carrying it the whole time.

The other man huffed, “Just that, really? We also have a guest.”

“Go out and hunt yourself, Jaehyun,” the tallest man replied. “Let’s see if you can catch something sweeter.” And in his tone there was something that made her think that he probably wasn’t talking about the animal, but her…

“You look stressed.” Lost in her thoughts she didn’t realize she was alone in the room with the other man. Jaehyun? Was that his name?

“I… I just need to sleep,” she replied, gulping and feeling her heart pump hard in her chest. He was walking around her in circles, studying her every detail and from so up close she felt a weirder sensation creep into her bone. He was tall and broad, just like the other man she had first spoken to. They probably were way too big but she simply didn’t notice that before in the dark, but now, in the dim, warm lights of the house, she could pay attention to the small details.

“Sleep? Really?” His laugh was deep, almost mocking and her only reaction was to cross her arms on her chest and stare at him that now came to a stop in front of her. “The night is still young.”

“But I’m tired,” she mumbled, looking around, once again trying to find a way out. All of a sudden this didn’t seem like a good option.

“Did you run here?” Another voice spoke from behind her and she turned around to see another man. He looked a bit younger than the other two, she would’ve guessed he was around Yangyang’s age. He had black hair that fell messily on his forehead and was tall and fit, muscled arms peeking out of his white shirt. And she was so lost in the sight of his body that she didn’t realize how close he had walked to her. “Ran straight into the wolf trap?”

When her eyes widened and her breath faltered, he laughed loudly, throwing his head back. “I’m kidding, kitten. Don’t be so scared, we won’t eat you. Well, unless you want to,” he smirked, wetting his lips and suddenly she felt embarrassment take over fear.

“I’m Jeno, by the way,” he greeted, smiling at her, an oddly reassuring smile that made his eyes turn into half-moons. She simply nodded, not giving him her name, brain so hazed she didn’t even remember it anymore.

“Are you okay, kitten?” The other one asked. “Want to sit on the couch?”

She nodded, grabbing his forearm and letting him guide her to the sofa. Right when she was about to speak and ask once again to just have a bed to sleep, the door slammed open making her yelp and move closer to Jeno that smirked and rested a hand on her shaking thigh. Oh, it was going to be fun.

“Who’s she?”

“I… I’m — I,” she stopped when the man’s stern gaze got even more intense, and he huffed.

“Great, can’t even put two words together,” he mocked, getting rid of his heavy coat and leather boots. “What is she doing here?”

The men at her side shrugged and pointed at the door next to the room. “We didn’t bring her here.”

“We brought her here, Kun,” the tallest man explained coming out of the room with Yangyang behind him. “She was all alone in the scary woods. You don’t want such a pretty doll to be all alone out there, right?”

She felt her face heat up at the name but didn’t dare to say a word. Her eyes instead wandered to Kun that was now staring at her, eyes running on her frame, making her shiver.

“I can… I don’t want to bother,” she whispered but the man ignored her and walked around the couch, and stood in front of her.

“What were you doing in the woods in the first place? Don’t you know it’s against the rules?”

She gulped and shifted back until her back met the couch. “I didn’t mean to.”

Kun scoffed and then leaned down, lifting her chin with two fingers. “I thought at the village they planted this idea into your human stupid brains since you’re born.”

She furrowed… what did he mean by that? “I —”

“Shh,” he said, moving his finger to rest it right on her lips. “I can’t blame you, though,” he said, letting go of her face and taking a step back to walk to the fireplace that was burning and add more wood from the heavy bag that he carried on his shoulder, before leaving it next to it. “They never explain why you can’t go in the woods.”

“I was scared,” she replied, trying to defend herself but that answer made all of them laugh.

“You were scared and ran into the woods? Wow, so Kun’s right when he says that you humans are dumb.”

“Hu-humans?” She mumbled, looking around. What were they talking about? Weren’t they just like her?

“Still didn’t click?” Jaehyun asked, resting a hand on her covered thigh.

“I… I don’t,” she started saying but the words got stuck in her dry throat.

“Guess I’ll have to show you the hard way,” he replied, and before she could say anything she felt a sharp pain as the skin of her thigh was being pierced, white dress staining with the dark red of her blood. His nails weren’t normal nails now, they looked like claws and felt just the same.

She looked up at him, speechless, she couldn’t even scream from the pain, she was just petrified. He didn’t even dig that deep, but the sting and the sharp cut were enough to cause pain.

“No, don’t cry, kitten,” he cooed, lifting his blood-stained hand to caress the skin of her tears-streaked face.

“We won’t hurt you,” Jeno whispered against her ears, hands wrapped around her waist, feeling her shake. “If you behave.”

Her eyes scanned the room, trying to look at the others for reassurance but something inside all of them shifted. Their gazes were more intense, their eyes were of a brown that seemed closer to red or yellow and, unless she was going crazy, she could swear she could smell their changed scents, stronger, sweeter.

“I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean to find you. I swear I was trying to go home and got lost. There was somebody following me, I was scared,” she stammered. She truly didn’t walk in the woods trying to find out why it was forbidden. It was a mistake; she didn’t want to reveal their true nature.

Kun smiled, kneeling to stare at her, big hand tracing the scarred thigh. “We don’t really care why you’re here. But since you are, we might as well have some fun.”

“You know,” the tallest man said, standing in front of her, brushing her hair back. “Nobody ever comes to pay us a visit. It gets so lonely here.”

“Yeah, Johnny’s right,” Jeno replied. “We’re all alone because of that dumb rule your people decided to establish.”

She gulped. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Jaehyun said. “You decided to betray them.”

“I didn’t. I’m not supposed to be here,” she said, finding the last drop of sanity to stand up and get out of there. But her attempt was all in vain when Jeno pulled her back down against the couch and his lips crashed against hers, hand cupping her face, holding her in place tight, strong body not letting her go. And it strangely felt good. There was something almost intoxicating in his lips and the way they moved on hers. Nobody ever kissed her like that.

“It’s dangerous outside,” he cooed against her lips. “We don’t want you to meet bad people.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Yangyang whispered behind her, lips brushing against her right cheek. “Don’t tell me you’d rather be outside and not here with us.”

“I don’t know you and you… you…are” she hesitated, terrified of saying the wrong words; Jeno’s hand was still around her chin and it would’ve taken him nothing to sink the claws into her neck and kill her.

“Monsters?” Kun finished for her, moving Jeno’s and Yangyang away from her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, forcing her to stay still and look at him.

“N-no, no, just… strong. You’re stronger than me,” she cried, tears starting to flow on her face as fear took over. But no feeling of pity sparked in his heart. Kun knew exactly what the tales in town told about them. He knew how they were pictured. And as much as some things might’ve been true, some others weren’t.

“Are you afraid, little thing?” Fuck calling her ‘kitten’, humans were humans, disgusting, selfish things and he couldn’t stand them. And yes, she was beautiful and probably she truly had no idea what was going on, but he knew she was disgusted by them anyway.

“I’m… I won’t tell anybody.”

Johnny snickered. “You think the eldests don’t know about us?”

She looked at him with a confused expression.

“Oh, you want to go back and tell your little friends?”

“No!” She screamed. “I won’t. I promise, just let me go.”

“It’s dangerous outside,” Jaehyun repeated, fingers tracing the skin of her legs. “And if something bad happens to you, it’s over for us.”

“We don’t want to hurt you,” Yangyang remarked, taking advantage of Kun forcing her head back to lick a stripe on her neck. Her eyes closed and her breath faltered for a moment, why did it feel good? No. She couldn’t give in. They weren’t human. They were werewolves and for all she knew they could’ve killed her with a snap of the finger. They were bad. Her grandma always told her when she was little. Monstrous creatures are not trustable.

Her eyes snapped open again and she tried to push Kun off of her but with no success.

“You’re not going out of here, tonight. We’re not letting you get hurt.”

“I won’t, I know what I’m doing.”

Kun scoffed. “You’re human. You’re fucking dumb and get hurt with the smallest things, and we won’t let this be our fucking responsibility,” he growled, making her freeze on the spot. But her body betrayed her when her thighs clasped hard against each other. His growl triggering a feral reaction inside her.

“Fucking pathetic,” Kun muttered, looking at her closed legs. “You humans get off over the weirdest things.”

“I don’t… I’m not. I don’t like this.”

“Not even this?” Yangyang asked, kissing her neck again and she had to fight hard with herself to don’t moan when his sharp teeth grazed her skin.

“N-no…” she replied, but her voice was close to a whimper, and she could feel her panties getting wetter. They were bigger and stronger. They could’ve done anything to her. Then why she felt excitement rise?

“Starting to loosen up, finally?” Johnny said without getting closer to her, and she almost wished he was the one so near her body. But instead, she was pressed between Jeno and Jaehyun while Kun still hovered over her and kept her face still. And the teasing smirk on Yangyang’s face that she could feel wasn’t helping at all. Probably he was the one that scared her the most, he seemed so nice, way too nice for being a monster.

“What do you want from me?” She dared to ask, eyes drifting on the others in the room and chest panting hard, in fear, in arousal, she had no idea anymore at this point.

The same teasing smirk curled Jaehyun’s lips, “Isn’t it clear already, darling?” He mocked, fingers brushing next to Kun’s as he tilted her head toward him. “A taste.”

She felt her head spinning while she blinked repeatedly. “Are you going to kill me?”

Jeno snickered, “And what’s the fun in that?”

“Well, I don’t know, I don’t think like a…” she stopped immediately, and her eyes drifted up at Kun that was sternly staring at her.

“Right, because you are superior to every other species,” he scoffed, not even being mad at her. He didn’t need it. He just needed to prove a point, and his point was going to be proven soon.

“No, I meant —”

“Just shut up,” he groaned back at her. “Shut the fuck up.”

She stilled once again, terrified of him.

“Good, so you can listen when you want to,” he huffed, running a hand in his hair and taking a step back, briefly looking outside of the window. It was going to be a fucking long night and he just wanted it to be over as soon as possible. If the others craved to have some kind of fun with human beings, he despised them, and nothing could’ve made him change his mind.

“I —”

His stern gaze glaring back at her stopped her once again. “Did I say you could talk?” She shook her head, shrinking back into the couch and averting his gaze. “Well. And now listen clearly. You have to spend the night here, we won’t get in trouble because of you. And when the sun comes up again, you’re going back home without saying a single fucking word about what happened here tonight, got it?”

She nodded, lips pursed together and feet nervously tapping on the ground.

“And stop doing that,” he said, pointing at them. “You’re getting on my nerves.”

She immediately stopped, but still felt shaken. What did she even do to him? She had all the right to be scared of them, they weren’t humans, and it wasn’t even a bad thing, it was their nature. And she knew nothing about it, she knew nothing about them.

“And see what you have to do with her. One more scratch on her body and I’ll kill you before anybody else can,” he warned the others before disappearing somewhere, probably in another room of the cabin, she had no idea.

“I just,” she started saying but Jeno’s lips were already on hers, again. Her hand raised in the air to try to push him away, but they soon gave up and rested against his broad chest. Pecs flexing as he moved closer to her.

“You talk too much, that’s humans’ biggest problem,” he said after pulling away from her. “Just let things happen.”

“I never —”

“Shh,” Yangyang shut her up, sharp teeth grazing her neck once again. “He just told you to don’t fight it, why are you doing it?” An answer crossed her mind, but she had no time to speak that his lips were on hers. His kiss was messier than Jeno’s, it was playful, and he nibbled her lower lip a lot. When he pulled away, he was giggling lowly. “See, it wasn’t so hard to kiss me back.”

And then another pair of lips were on hers, this time more adventurous as Jaehyun’s tongue passed her lips and when he pulled away he had her lower lip trapped between his teeth, pulling hard before letting go with a smirk.

Johnny was next, after attentively looking at the scene in front of him he leaned down and cupped her face with his big hand. Lips so good she felt he was sucking her soul away. And at that thought she realized once again what was happening. No. She couldn’t give in. They were werewolves, and not one, but four. Four big alphas against her. And as much as curiosity pushed her closer to the danger, again, her rationality was making her realize that there was no way she was going to be able to walk back home, or worst, survive the night.

“Hear me clearly, the night is long, so long. And as much as we would all love to have fun, I need to hear it from you. Do you want to spend the night or go to sleep?” Johnny asked, signalling the others to stop touching her with a stern glare, he needed her to be lucid right now.

“I don’t do these things,” she gasped, shaking her head to scroll far away the dumbest part of her that wanted to give this a try. “I don’t, I never. I couldn’t take it.”

Johnny raised a brow. “So you want to but are afraid?” He asked to make sure.

“I do,” she replied faster than imagined, “but I don’t think it’s a wise thing. I don’t think I could take it.”

He hummed, smiling at her, “You’ve never done that, you can’t know. Why don’t we prove it?”

She shook her head and tried to stand up, but Johnny swiftly pushed her down again. “I said, why don’t we prove it?”

She gulped. “You’re going to… fuck,” she cursed just imagining what a night with them could’ve meant.

“Destroy you?” Jaehyun whispered against her ear, fingers brushing the skin of her arm where the sleeve of the dress rolled up.

She hummed lowly, slowly shaking her head.

“Oh, no,” Jeno purred against her other ear, shifting in his place, moving closer to her. “We’ll be gentle with you, right, guys? Also, you heard Kun, even if we wanted to, we can’t even mark you too much.”

“A shame, by the way,” Johnny added. “That’s my favourite part.”

“Or maybe we could leave you some memories that this night happened in places where nobody looks at,” Jaehyun taunted.

“Yeah, so when you go back, they’ll remind you, and only you, that you’re not crazy.”

“You — you’ll let me back?”

“Be a good girl tonight and you’ll be home before midday,” Johnny promised, reaching a hand for her to take. “But if you don’t want to, the door to your room for the night is open and you'll get home tomorrow anyway. It’s up to you.”

She hesitantly looked up at him and then shook his hand. Having no idea that was like signing a path with the devil. “I want to try and I’ll... I’ll be good.”

“I love it when you listen,” Johnny smirked, lowering to get closer to her. “I hope you’ll be a good girl for the whole night… because it’s going to be a very long, long night,” he whispered, lips brushing against her cheek and big hand cupping the flesh of her thigh, right where Jaehyun had cut her. She closed her eyes, almost as if he was commending her, guiding her body just with his touch, or thoughts, she had no idea, and she hoped they didn’t have any special powers, that they couldn’t read her mind and see how excited she was getting over this.

But they didn’t need to read her mind when her body was singing to them.

“Are you going to be good for us?” Jeno asked, pushing her hair back and letting his fingers wander on her neck down to her collarbone, loosening the strings that intertwined on her chest.

She nodded, forcing her eyes open to try to stay grounded. Somehow her head was already spinning and they had barely touched her.

“Answer,” he ordered, forcing her to look at him by cupping her face and turning it around, not so gently anymore.

“Y-yes, I’ll be good.”

“Good girl,” he cooed, leaning close to her to kiss her again. And while Jeno kept her busy with his lips, she couldn’t understand much of what was going on around her; sounds of clothes meeting the ground, hands running on her legs, other lips wetting the skin of her body.

“You’re so fucking greedy, Jeno,” Jaehyun huffed, trying to break their kiss and successfully doing so when they had to part to catch their breath.

Johnny giggled when Jeno rolled his eyes but wasted no time pushing the sleeve of her dress down. “We have all night,” he said, kneeling on the ground and forcing her legs open, eliciting a gasp from her, muffled by Jaehyun’s hungry lips. “And she’s promised she was going to take everything we have to offer, right?”

When the man pulled away she nodded, chest already panting hardly just by the way Jeno and Yangyang’s hands cupped her boobs completely. And just now she was able to get a glimpse of how big they were and how their bodies weren’t so human-like at all, the clothes hiding their broad shoulders and defined back and abs and well… their enormous cocks. And it was just two out of four since Jeno was still dressed and Yangyang was behind her.

“Should I take this off?” Johnny asked, already rolling up her blood-stained white dress. “Or would you rather if I tore it apart?” He smirked, tilting his head to the side, sly smirk curling his face when she yelped at his words and started shaking her head. It was so funny to see humans’ reactions every time they reminded them how strong they were. But it was even funnier to see that fear wasn’t enough to push her away. He could smell her arousal since he walked back into the room, so sweet and intoxicating. And now it was just stronger. He didn’t need to take a peek to see that her panties were drenched.

“You don’t want me to ruin your dress? But it’s already dirty. It’s better to get rid of it, maybe we’ll give you something prettier to wear tomorrow,” he pointed out and she only moaned when Yangyang sank his teeth in the exposed flesh of her breast.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Johnny shrugged and with one swift movement tore the fabric in two. She froze at the sound of the fabric being pulled apart and at the effortlessness that it took him to do it.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be so harsh with you,” he reassured before doing the same with her soaked panties. “Well, unless you want me to.”

“I want to eat her out,” Yangyang’s voice rang next to her ear before Johnny could bend down on her wet core and she looked up to stare at him. He looked so out of place there, she couldn’t understand him. Something about him was too nice and that made him even scarier. And her doubts started to make more sense when he kneeled between her legs and, after spreading them apart, pulled out a long tongue and his lips twitched in a smirk.

“Surprised?” Jaehyun asked, now taking Yangyang’s old place and torturing her neck with tickling kisses and bites. “He’s the only one that has this gift,” he snickered lowly, placing a hand on her knees to keep her in place.

Yangyang winked at her still-shocked expression and then completely leaned in, licking a long stripe of her wet pussy. He hummed loudly and gutturally at the taste and then whispered, “So fucking good. I could smell you from there.”

She felt her face burn and had to close her eyes due to the embarrassment, they could fucking scent her. In no way she could hide what she was feeling, she was so exposed.

Jeno snickered against her ear and then whispered, “Don’t worry, kitten. You smell good, the sweetest cunt we ever had.”

Her eyes widened and she was tempted to ask just how often they did that, but Yangyang’s tongue started moving on her and it left her no chance but to concentrate on it and what he was doing.

“Wh-why do I feel like this?” She mumbled, already feeling so close.

“Sensitive?” Johnny asked, raising a brow and she nodded, letting her head fall behind, the rest of the body frozen at their manage.

“I told you it was a gift for you,” Jaehyun said.

She tried hard to hold back the moans but Yangyang was too good at what he was doing. She never had many experiences in her life, but she could swear on her life she never felt so sensitive. She had no idea if it was the texture of his tongue, or the way he knew exactly how to move it on her, or the excitement that came with his big claws keeping her legs spread apart and his eyes staring at her intensely. She couldn’t look away, she was drawn to and enchanted by him.

And the first orgasm rippled through her easily, probably didn’t even take him two minutes to make her come.

But when she thought that at least he was over, his thick long tongue slipped past her wet walls, fucking in and out of her while the tip curled inside perfectly.

She let her head hang back, mind going hazy with every passing second and she almost didn’t even register the mocking laughs of the others.

“Is it too much, kitten?” Jeno asked, and she could barely feel his fingers playing with her hard nipples; mind completely focused on Yangyang. “You promised, remember?”

She nodded, mouth falling open to let out loud and lewd moans when the tongue speed got incredibly fast.

“This is just the start, pretty girl,” Johnny added, staring at the scene while licking his lips. It was always funny to see how easily they fell apart into Yangyang’s little tricks, well, when nature gives you a gift, it would be a shame not to use it for others. “You have to let him stretch you good if you don’t want it to hurt later.”

She gulped, remembering once again that the night had just started and there was no way on earth her body could take them.

Yangyang wanted to praise her for how good she felt, pussy clenching hard around his wet muscle and sweet juices dripping down his chin, but he had no intention of pulling out of her. He surely had aphrodisiac saliva, but she was just as addictive.

“He’s good, isn’t he?” She heard Jaehyun say, hand wrapping around her neck and claws grazing her neck, enough to make her snap her eyes open but not enough to cut. He didn’t want to make her bleed, not again.

“Y-yes,” she breathed out with a string of voice. “ ‘s so good.” And her words made Yangyang twirl his tongue in a way that sent her over the edge again. She felt boneless and yet, somehow, needy for more. It was good, but it wasn’t enough. And a new strange confidence wanted her to prove she could take them.

Yet, when Yangyang was done with her, she was so lost in the pleasure that she didn’t even realize Kun was leaning against the doorframe and was staring at the scene. He had tried to ignore her, but fuck, her moans sounded like a haunting melody. And when he came out of his room and saw her there, legs spread on the couch with Yangyang’s head between them, eyes closed, head thrown back and mouth open, he knew he just couldn’t go back inside as if nothing happened. As if a stupid human being didn’t just get him rock hard.

“A little bit unfair to let him go first, don’t you think so?”

Johnny chuckled. “She didn’t need him to loosen up, she promised she’ll be good, right pretty girl?”

She mindlessly nodded, with no strength to even pay attention to the fact that now also Kun was in the room.

“You like easy games,” he replied, moving a big furred armchair closer to the couch to stare at the scene. He wasn’t going to take part in it, but he wanted to watch her fall apart.

Johnny snickered and then walked close to her as Yangyang got up and moved to her face to kiss her; a wet and sloppy kiss, before winking at her and walking away to sit in front of her.

“Now, are you ready for the big thing, pretty?”

Her eyes darted up to meet Johnny’s gaze, an oddly reassuring small smile plastered on his face. “Want more,” she replied, brain completely shut down she knew she couldn’t put together more words even if she wanted to. Her mouth was almost watering at the sight of his big cock, pulsing and veiny.

“I want her first,” Jeno said before swiftly getting up and getting rid of his clothes too. Her eyes wandered on his body and she felt more wetness pool down her thighs, immediately closing them, but Johnny pushed them open again.

“No, no, pretty girl, let him see how badly you want him.”

Jeno smirked, before reaching her. “Can I be the first?” He asked, somehow managing to hide the urge behind his voice. He needed to fuck her. He just couldn’t take it any longer.

As soon as she nodded Jeno grabbed her and tossed her against the couch seats, body trapped underneath his, legs pushed up, close to her chest, a feeble pain on her right thigh where the cuts still hurt a little.

She held her breath when Jeno’s tip brushed against her slit, smearing her cum and his pre-cum and slowly trying to make its way in. It was big, bigger than anything else she had ever taken before, and she couldn’t find any rational way how was going to fit. But he was going to make it fit.

Jeno was tempted to just go all the way in and make her take it, but he truly wanted to have fun with her. He wanted to watch his cock stretch her open, thick girth slipping further into her wet cunt desperately trying to fit him all in. Walls opening up to welcome him because she needed him.

Jeno’s gaze drifted from their bodies to her face, head lolled back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth gritted as she tried to fight the pressure he was putting her under. But even like this, with some sweat pearling her forehead and tears starting to stream down her face again, she looked absolutely breathtaking. The prettiest human he had ever seen.

“Big,” she mouthed, voice barely coming out.

“I know, kitten. I know,” he cooed, brushing her hair out of her face and finally bottoming inside of her completely. “But you can take it. You’ll be so fucking full once we’re done with you.”

She mumbled something incoherent and Jeno started thrusting into her, not waiting any longer for her to get used to him. Because no matter how much he tried, he was a monster for fuck’s sake, he couldn’t control himself. And he was used to omegas being made for this, not humans, so full of themselves and yet so fragile.

Yet, after the first discomfort, she started relaxing and her moans got loud again. Probably it was whatever Yangyang put on her while going down before, or maybe it simply was the way Jeno was thrusting into her. Big cock hitting her hard and right, bulge already visible in her tummy.

Oh, it felt like he was going to split her in half but somehow, the more he fucked into her, the better it got.

“It’s good, right, kitten? You like that? Big cock stretching you open.”

“Y-yes,” she moaned, whole body being yanked back and forth with his every move.

“Fuck, you’re sucking me inside,” he groaned, feeling her getting tighter with every stroke. “Want more? Want it harder?”

She didn’t answer, mind too far gone to formulate a sentence, but moaned and when her hips rolled up so gracefully to meet him halfway, Jeno lost it, the animal inside him took over. One hand grabbed her wrists pushing them over her head, pinning her down onto the couch, and the other wrapped around her waist and held her down. Sharp nails grazing the soft flesh not caring if he was going to leave a scar. He wanted to make it clear he had been there anyway. He wanted to haunt her following nights, his hands, mouth, cock, and voice the only things she could think about.

“Please… please, fuck,” she mewled, uselessly trying to struggle underneath him as the pleasure became overwhelming. She felt so weak in his arm, broad body caging her, shielding her from other hungry eyes that wanted to watch but could only hear, the sound of their skin slapping together, the lewd sounds of her wetness squelching every time he penetrated her, her pretty moans and his grunts.

Jeno was possessive, he didn’t like to share, he wanted to own. And he needed to make sure she was going to remember him and be already completely gone when she was going to be passed to the others.

“Scream my name, kitten,” he whispered against her ear, teeth nibbling at her lobe making her clench hard. “Let them know who’s making you feel good.”

She opened her mouth to talk but getting a word out was harder than expected. “You, fuck, you’re so good, Jeno,” she forced the words past her lips, and felt him smirk against her skin.

“Again, kitten,” he ordered, sharp fangs grazing the flesh of her boobs. “Louder.”

“Je-jeno,” she moaned, digging her nail in the palm of her hands, trying to buck her hips and find the release but he kept her still in place.

“I’m not letting you go. Stay there,” he growled with a harder thrust that made her yelp. He was hitting places she had no idea she had and if a part of her wondered how it wasn’t painful and how she wasn’t already split in half, the other just took it and whimpered at his mercy.

“Jeno, please, please.”

“Gonna take my knot, kitten?”

“Don’t knot her up,” before she could answer, Kun chimed in. There was no way she could’ve taken a knot already, and strangely enough, he was enjoying the show. He didn’t want this to stop or see her pass out, not so soon at least.

Jeno groaned in anger and then threw his head back. But he ignored the comment and leaned down again to kiss her messily, hands holding her so tight he surely left marks around the wrists and waist. If he couldn’t knot her, he was going to make sure to leave his sign in some other way.

“Jeno, ple-please,” she mumbled, slightly parting her eyes to look at the alpha on top of her, big luminous yellow eyes staring at her. “Need you.”

He smirked, “Need my cum? Need to be filled to the brim?”

She nodded, tears spilling down her face as she could feel the knot in her stomach get incredibly tight, she was so close and it felt so intense she was sure she never felt something like this before, and she wasn’t so sure she could take it.

“Then take it, kitten. You’ve been so good,” he growled, knowing he just couldn’t last longer. Pussy too good, sucking his big dick inside.

“Fuck,” he moaned, voice low and thrusts getting even harder as the orgasm pierced through the both of them together.

She screamed when the pleasure washed over her, so strong she felt close to passing out and completely powerless while Jeno kept thrusting into her to ride their orgasms and make sure all of his cum was deep into her womb.

He sighed, pulling out when he could feel his knot start to grow. How badly he just wanted to grow even more inside of her and stick all the cum inside but he knew better than to disobey Kun.

So as he got up, after kissing her one last time, huffing and trying to catch his breath, she laid there, panting heavily and feeling every muscle in her body ache.

But she had no time to try to gain sanity that Jaehyun was already on top of her.

“Hi, darling,” he purred, pushing back her sweat-soaked hair and caressing her burning wet cheeks. “He made you cry? Was it so good?”

She nodded, barely registering what he was saying. Already feeling her body beg for help. She might’ve miscalculated how hard it was going to be to take them all.

“Oh, poor human. You look so pretty like this, though.” He caressed her face and then swiftly turned her around, face smashed against the couch and ass up in the air in full display. He pulled her cheeks apart, white cum spilling in a blob from her swollen cunt. “So, so pretty.”

Her watery eyes were barely open and stared at her right, where the others were staring at the scene. Her eyes swiftly drifted up to Kun, he was the only one still fully clothed and he seemed to be so unaffected by the scene and she almost wanted to talk to him, to beg him to look at her like the others were. But she couldn’t read him, and before she could dwell too much on it, Jaehyun’s fat tip pressed against her entrance. Unlike Jeno, he didn’t hesitate to push past and immediately bottom in, stretch so good she let her mouth hang open and her nails dig in the fabric under her.

“So fucking tight, fuck,” he moaned through gritted teeth, hands placing around her waist to support her limp body up.

His thrusts were fast even though she could feel him go completely out before slamming back inside. Her brain went dizzy with every animalistic sound he let out and the other grunts that filled the room. She felt drool slip out of her mouth but she couldn’t care much about the mess she was making when it felt just too good.

“Fuck, ‘s so good,” she slurred, toes curling when his claws pressed against the skin of her waist and his body kept slamming against hers.

“Pathetic thing,” Kun mocked, wetting his lips as he watched how well she was taking so much. “You’re taking it a little too well for somebody that has never done this before.”

His stern and cold tone made her squirm under Jaehyun that was still restlessly moving into her.

“Maybe you humans are good at something,” he snickered, unzipping his pants, fat cock finally being freed, throbbing hard and leaking cum at the sight in front of him. She moaned at the sight and the smirk that bloomed on Kun’s face made her face burn up.

“Do you want this?” He asked, big hand wrapping around his length. “Want this cock?”

She nodded shamelessly, half face still smashed against the couch and mouth drooling at the view and pleasure.

“How shameless,” Kun scoffed. “All these cocks, and you still want one more, still want mine.”

She mewled something, a whine, or a beg, she didn’t even know what she wanted, she just knew that she wanted more, whatever they could give her.

“Trust me, you wouldn’t be able to take it,” he simply replied, lazily pumping himself, watching her wasted state.

She wanted to complain again, but Jaehyun’s groan and slap on her ass cheek made her pay attention to him once again.

“How disrespectful,” Jaehyun said, “I’m fucking you so good and you focus on somebody else. He was so mean to you, why do you want him?”

She mumbled a senseless reply and the werewolf pounding into her slapped her ass again.

“You like it when they’re mean with you? Is this how you let the other boys in town treat you?”

She shook her head rapidly, sobs coming out louder.

“Oh no, I think you want it hard. Want to be pushed to the limit?”

“Don’t do anything dumb, Jae,” Johnny warned this time. “We still have to fuck her and if you make her pass out I promise you won’t see the light of the day.”

Jaehyun huffed and rolled his eyes before grabbing her hair and pulling her behind, back arching up and hands planting on the couch to stand up. “Don’t worry, she won’t break.” He leaned closer to her and then whispered, “You won’t because you promised you were going to take it and I don’t like being let down, got it?” He almost growled in her ear, pussy clenching harder around him and cum dripping out more.

“Y-yes, ‘ll be good… pro-promise,” she mewled, but wasn’t expecting what came after. Jaehyun chuckled and then pulled out of her, but before she could whine at the loss, he grabbed her again and lifted her from the couch. Standing in the middle of the living room he effortlessly eased her on his cock and after quickly smirking at her, he started fucking her up and down, hands wrapped around her fragile frame to hold her up and make her bounce on his dick.

“Fuck,” she cried, feeling him so deep into her belly in this new position that he was taking her breath away.

“You like that, don’t you? Them silly humans can’t fuck you like this. Pick you up and turn you around however they want to.”

“N-no,” she replied weakly, hands wrapping around his broad shoulders, suddenly realizing even more how small she was compared to him, well, them. She let her head fall behind as he kept moving her up and down his dick, feeling him so deep inside she felt like she was going to be broken in two.

“Look at me,” he ordered, hand cupping her chin and forcing her face to stay straight and stare into his yellow-brown eyes. The way he was staring at her tempted her to roll her eyes back and moan louder but she didn’t, she knew better than disobeying him, he didn’t like it, she had to be good. So instead her nails dug into his broad back, not even making him flinch, doing nothing compared to what he had done to her before.

“Please,” she moaned, feeling like she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to come again, she needed to feel another load inside.

A snarl ripped through his throat when she squeezed incredibly tight and he could only still inside of her, balls deep stuck in her as he released while holding her up, feeling her walls pulse around him. Pulling out before he could knot her almost felt like a fucking punishment for how good she felt.

Her legs gave up from wrapping around him and he held her up on his shoulder, limp like a ragdoll, cum spilling down on her thighs, legs and to the floor.

“Who wants her?”

“Me,” Yangyang said, signalling him to let her sit on his lap.

“Twice?”

“I didn’t fuck her, please,” he whined, glaring at the older alpha. Jaehyun grinned at his desperation and then turned her around, left one last kiss on her lips and then sat her down on Yangyang’s lap.

“Finally,” the younger moaned. “Hi,” he said, moving his hand to her ass. “Have you ever been fucked here?” He asked, fingers playing with her sensitive rim.

She shook her head, whispering a broken ‘no’ and squeezing her eyes when his fingers pushed past her rim after collecting a lot of cum that spilled between her legs.

“Well, guess it’s going to be a first time, then,” he winked, successfully inserting two fingers inside.

“You’re big,” she whined at the intrusion. “You’ll hurt me.”

“No, if you relax and listen to me.”

“But I —”

“You’ve been listening to them all night so you will listen to me, too, right, pup?”

“Pup,” Kun snickered, scratching his chin as he looked away for a moment to avoid her eyes that immediately snapped toward him as soon as he spoke.

Why was she so damn attracted to him? Why was she craving his attention when she had four other wolves on her?

And it was clear they weren’t enjoying the way it took him nothing to have her attention. In fact, in a second Yangyang’s tongue was tapping against her lips, and his free hand forced her head to turn around again. If he had to play dirty, he was going to do it right. And it took nothing for her to fall apart, muddy at his mercy as he kept kissing her and swiftly pulled out his fingers to replace them with his dick.

She almost didn’t even notice, or well, didn’t feel the pain she was expecting to feel. But why was it so easy with him? Why Yangyang always felt so good, almost unrealistically good?

As much as she wanted to know, she couldn’t care to think about it, not now. Pleasure overflowing as the alpha didn’t stop kissing her and started thrusting up into her.

“Do you like it, kitten?” He asked, staring at her face; eyes closed, mouth open and tears streaming down her cheeks.

She nodded swiftly, not able to let out any word. She could feel him in all her body, everywhere. It was like he was owning her completely, mind totally clouded by pleasure.

“Fuck, ‘f course you do,” he groaned, nails digging into her skin as he tried so fucking hard to don’t let his claws come out and sink into her skin. “Are you sure you’ve never been fucked here? You’re taking me so well.”

She shook her head, biting her lower lip to suppress the pathetic moans from leaving her mouth so shamelessly.

“Pft, can’t even say a word.” Kun’s voice grabbed her attention once again, head snapping toward him, and eyes looking at him.

Yangyang growled, “Stop getting in the way,” he glared down at the older werewolf. “If you think you can do better just fuck her yourself.”

Kun grinned, wetting his lower lip and whispered, “Maybe.”

But before his word could be registered, Yangyang was once again forcing her to kiss him. Tongue twirling around hers and reaching the back of her throat making her gag, without stopping fucking into her.

Her hands wrapped around his broad shoulders as she tried to keep herself steady when his speed became incredibly fast and she felt like she could pass out. It was too much. Muscles aching, mind gone, throat dry from all the moans that slipped out of her.

“Please,” she breathed out with a string of voice, trying to keep her eyes open and look at the creature in front of her. Feeling the familiar sensation in the pit of her stomach once again.

And her pleading eyes and wasted expression were what he needed to let go, “Fuck — I’m gonna come,” the alpha under her warned before realising into her and making her come too.

“Fuck,” Yangyang moaned, rolling his head back, slowing his thrusts, still holding her from the waist.

She collapsed on top of him, trying to steady her breath but soon after, somebody was lifting her up. She whined but was shushed immediately.

“Shh, kitten, let me have some fun, too,” Johnny whispered against her ear before laying her down on the couch once again. “I was the one that saved you after all,” he smirked, moving her hair out of her face, gently caressing her wet cheek.

“I can’t,” she wept.

“Oh, you can, pretty girl,” he cooed, sitting on the couch. “Come here, on your knees in front of me.”

Her eyes drifted around the room before she hardly moved her body right where he wanted her. Her toes curled when she looked up and Johnny was looking down at her. He was big and she felt so small, even more now that she felt like a boneless being.

“It would be a shame don’t use that pretty mouth of yours.”

Her eyes widened… he didn’t want to…

“What? Scared? Don’t tell me you’ve never done that before?” He teased, wrapping his hand around his cock to pump it slowly, precum rolling down his thick length.

“Don’t make us think it was a night full of first times,” Jeno chimed in, walking closer to them because he wanted to watch her. It was always fun seeing them trying to do their best to take Johnny in and, most of the time, fail.

She gulped, briefly looking at him and then going back at Johnny’s cock. Well, it was a night full of first. And it was a night nobody was going to hear about. She disobeyed running into the woods, and then fucked with the very creatures that terrified her people, she surely wasn’t going to let out a single word about this.

Her attention was brought back there when Johnny tapped against her lips and she could only open her mouth and try to take it. But she could already feel the corner of her mouth burn at the size of his tip.

“Shh, kitten, you’re doing great, see,” he purred, slowly entering her mouth. “Keep your eyes on me.”

She did as told, even if the smirk on the other’s faces that now surrounded her made her frown. He wasn’t going to be gentle, right?

And as expected, the gentleness lasted just until his cock reached the back of her throat, and then his hands were in her hair and he got up, mercilessly fucking into her mouth.

Her whines were completely muffled by his strong strokes and the tears falling swiftly on her face didn’t stop him at all. Instead, the sight made him groan louder and tighten the hold on her hair.

“You’re doing good,” he praised, voice soft and caring, keen contrast between his moves. “Relax, kitten.”

She tried to, jaw slacking as she welcomed him in.

But then something happened, an exchange of gazes, and whispered things she couldn’t hear behind the sound of her gagging and spitting around his cock. Johnny pulled out, making her gasp and then swiftly yanked her up, making her sit on the couch on her knees, face staring at the backrest where Johnny was standing behind.

“What are you —” She had no time to finish that another pair of hands were on her. She turned around and Kun was standing behind her, now completely naked too.

“Kun?”

“Shut up,” he ordered, cupping her chin and forcing her against his chest. “I don’t want to hear any complaints from you, got it? Can you be good and take it?”

She hummed swiftly in his hold and he squeezed harder around her face. “And answer me, I don’t like dumb bitches unlike them.”

“Y-yes, alpha,” she mumbled, feeling excitement and fear creep together. She was smashed between the two biggest werewolves and none of the two seemed to have a little bit of mercy in their bones.

“See,” he said, talking to the other three that were staring at the scene with their hands wrapped at the base of their cocks. “You can make her talk if you know how.”

They rolled their eyes but didn’t say a word and before she could realize it, Johnny was again prodding at her lips, dick easily sliding into her warm mouth.

“Look at the fucking mess you made,” Kun mocked, collecting the cum that dripped, and was still dripping, on her legs.

She let out a strangled cry when he pushed two fingers into her and then pulled out, making more cum drool.

“Is this what you do in your small town? Let boys take turns with you? Fill you up as if that’s your only purpose in life?”

She shook her head for what she could, considering the way Johnny kept moving into her mouth.

“No?” Kun scoffed, shaking his head, hands still running over the soft flesh of her ass. “Because humans are not enough, right? You ran all the way here because you wanted this. Ignoring the rules because you wanted to be fucked by monsters.”

She cried a ‘no’ when the other alpha pulled out of her mouth, spit and cum dripping down her chin.

“No? You humans are so reckless. Think we’re the only creatures in the wood? You were so lucky you found us.”

She had no time to reply that she was getting filled by both ends. Kun’s cock filling her in one single stroke making her silently cry out around Johnny, hole burning up at the nth penetration of the night, bulging veins rubbing her walls and tip reaching her cervix.

“Always want so much, you need to be adventurous, brave, but you’re just dumb,” he laughed against her ear. “And since you wanted this so badly, let’s see if you can take it. If you can take the real thing.” There was a reason if he avoided fucking with humans, his seeping hatred not giving them a way out, and as much as he hated them, he usually was also kind enough to keep his distance, but with her, it felt nearly impossible. No hesitation crying and moaning that she could take it all, only to be proven wrong at the first orgasm.

She closed her eyes and fought against everything to don’t bite down on Johnny as Kun started thrusting into her at an inhuman speed. She could feel her lungs burn, trying to let out sounds that were locked in by Johnny’s size. Kun was bigger than the others and all of a sudden she regretted how badly she wanted him before, because no matter how good it felt, she knew she was going to fail to take him, there was just no way she could last longer.

“Are you crying?” He cooed with a mocking tone, wiping the tears that were spilling fast from her eyes. “Afraid you’re going to break? Not so sure you can do this anymore, right? Always so good at throwing the rock and then hiding the hand.”

She wanted to bite back, tell him she could take it, but she wasn’t so sure anymore as she felt her body get weaker with every passing second. Maybe it was the flow of hair getting restricted by Johnny, or the way Kun was pounding into her, or the five — if she remembered correctly — orgasms she had before, or the way she could feel the other three bore holes into her skin and the slick sounds of their hands on themselves.

When Johnny pulled out to let her breathe, she coughed and looked back at Kun. “I’m close,” she whispered, shivering when his eyes looked up at her, drifting from where their bodies met.

“Again? Pathetic little thing. I barely touched you.”

She whined again, letting her face fall against the backrest but Johnny’s hand forced her up again.

“Come on, pretty, keep sucking me,” he ordered, but this time he didn’t start moving, he simply let her do all the job. Her cheeks hollowed around his length and her eyes tried to stay open to look at him. But trying to suck him properly was hard when she felt like she had zero control over her body and when another alpha twice her size was railing her with no mercy.

“Make me come and I’ll leave you all alone with him — fuck,” Johnny groaned when her tongue licked his slit. “Do you want to be left with Kun?”

She shook her head, and felt her heart skip a beat at the thought. He hated her.

Another one scoffed, probably Jaehyun and then said, “Now you don’t want him? Acting as if you didn’t keep begging for him while we were fucking you.”

She looked at him, an apologetic look on her face and then felt another orgasm rip through her. Long and exhausting since the werewolf behind her never slowed down. Probably she even came twice in a row but she had no idea.

“So pretty for us,” Johnny praised, cupping her chin and starting to pick up a rhythm again. He needed to come and get this shit done, he had been on the edge for the whole night. And so his hand quickly moved down and wrapped around her throat making her almost gasp when he closed it around it and she felt the air completely block out.

“Shh, just like this,” he moaned, rolling his head back and then looking back at her, and her eyes full of fear were the last thing he needed to send him over the edge. His cum spilled down her throat and her chin and boobs as she coughed trying to breathe again. “So, so good, kitten,” he purred, kneeling to her level and wiping the mess on her lips before kissing her.

“Good? Coming like this, like a pathetic little thing, and you think she’s good,” Kun mocked, slapping her ass cheek, pussy clenching around him harder.

“I’ve been good,” she cried and he yanked her by her hair and said. “did I say you could fucking talk? Especially talk back to me?”

She shook her head and mumbled, “no, no, alpha.”

“Then keep your mouth closed and don’t you dare test me.”

She nodded and rolled her head back on his shoulder as he didn’t let her go, but kept her body up against him. Cock slamming into her perfectly, sending her close to the edge once again.

“Please,” she cried out, feeling her stomach curl and her thighs shake.

Kun smirked. “Hold it in, human. Don’t you dare come.”

Her eyes snapped open, and she slightly turned around to look at him. She wanted to retort but he had warned her and at this point, she knew she wasn’t going to be able to take any kind of punishment. So she kept staring at him, trying to distract herself from the pleasure, trying to look for any sign of flaw on his beautiful face and she couldn’t help but wonder how could a monster be so fucking attractive. When her eyes fell on his lips they curled into a smirk.

“Want me to kiss you like they did?” He mocked harshly, bringing her back to reality. “Want me to praise you? Uh? Maybe you should fuck with humans like you if you want sweet things. Remember what I am, princess.”

She let out an angry moan and then gasped when his hand wrapped around her throat and his claws crazed her skin. Her heart jumped in her throat but a loud laugh rolled out of his mouth when her walls tightened around him.

“You like this more than you want to show, human.”

“Don’t — don’t call me that,” she mewled, and his claws dug enough to make some blood spill out of her.

“That’s what you are, that’s your nature. Human, fragile, nature,” he growled. “You know how easily I could kill you right now?”

She felt blood freeze in her vein. She knew it damn well. Had been aware of the fact the whole night, but none of the others seemed capable of actually doing something to her. Him, on the other hand…

“You — you won’t,” she cried, hating her body for the pleasure she was feeling with every single one of his thrusts even right now that he was playing with the thin string of her life.

“No, you’re right, I won’t,” he whispered against her ear. “But I could, and I want you to always keep in mind how inferior you humans are. Got it?”

“Y-yes, alpha.”

“Good,” he smiled, licking a stripe on her neck. “Can you take my knot?” He asked and her eyes snapped open again.

“I – I,” she stuttered.

“My bad,” he added and for a moment she thought he realized how impossible that was. “You will take my knot like a good brainless human and then tomorrow we’ll bring you back and you won’t say a single word about tonight, got it?”

She nodded and mumbled a faint yes, by now not even caring anymore. She needed to come. And a dark side of her brain craved to be knotted up by him. They had already pushed her way past her limits, so how hard could that be?

“Good, then take it,” he groaned, letting go of her neck but still holding her close. Orgasm exploding for the both of them, but this time he didn’t pull out like the others did shortly after they came, he stayed there, balls deep into her, letting his knot grow.

Her body fell limp forward when he started growing and the stretch felt unbearable to take. But Kun held her by her waist as his head laid against her shoulder and low grunts left his lips. “Fuck — so fucking good,” he whispered, lazily moving his hips in circles pressed against her ass to make sure every drop of his seed was inside of her.

And if it wasn’t for his body covering her, some cum of the others would’ve landed on her tired-out body.

They stayed there for what felt like hours to her but when he pulled out, she had no more strength to say or do anything, body aching, holes gaping, chest panting and eyes dried out of all the tears.

She could feel arms lift her up, what she imagined to be a wet cloth pass between her legs and on her body, maybe even some faded praises but she was too far gone to be aware of what was going on around her.

“She’s nice, you can’t lie,” Johnny chuckled, staring at her sleeping figure on his bed. The others went to their rooms and they were left alone with her, a big white shirt covering her sore body as she slept peacefully curled up on herself.

Kun rolled his eyes, running a hand in his hair, and swiftly looked at her, thinking of before, how easy it had been to ease her into that, how naïve she truly was. A smirk curled up his lips, “Maybe we should keep her.”

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