#seonghwa fanficiton

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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: you decide you don't want to end your friendship because of a casual fuck. he agrees. just why is he then eye-fucking you across the room and bumping into you accidentally? 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: park seonghwa x f!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.4k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: dilf!seonghwa, bestfriend!reader 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: hair pulling, dacryphilia, public sex, cream pie, ddlg, public oral (female receiving), voyeurism, breathplay/choking, hickeys, bruising

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: choking?, swearing 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: officially, i am ready to get dicked down in a gown by park seonghwa

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

mr park: forgive me for doing it this way, but i would like to cancel the date. it is not the brightest idea, i was carried away by the emotions at the moment. let us close this chapter, as fun as it was. i am not looking for further interactions such as the ones we had, and i am most certainly not looking for a relationship. sorry for giving you the wrong idea. take care.

your heart drops. hidden by the curtain in the changing room, you allow yourself to sit down and drop a few tears. fuck, you were having such a good time. such a handsome, skilled, jaw dropping gorgeous man, just slipped from your grip, and there's nothing you can do about it. you crave his existence, you wish to look at him and touch him day and night. as creepy as it sounds.

the sixth dress you've tried on for the dance is already is itchy against your skin, and you sigh. the bright green isn't flattering on you at all. your friend has already picked the dress, lucky her. your budget wasn't exactly big, so finding something pretty and inside the budget was hard.

"oh, hi dad."

you freeze.

"hello, love."

even his voice is pure honey.

"how is the shopping going?"

"well, i bought mine. i'm just waiting for my bestie to finish trying on."

park seonghwa stays silent. the realization of you being here near him just moments after him ditching you put him in an awkward situation.

"hey, you good in there?" she calls, putting her head between the curtains.

"yup. i'll be right out." you stop to think, making your friend raise her eyebrow questionably. "actually, you go with your dad. i'll check a few more of those sale dresses and head home."

"sale dresses? but the blue one looked like a dream on you! you're still thinking?"

"it's a tad bit out of my budget." you confess, already annoyed at her lack of understanding that you are just not as wealthy as she is.

"oh, why didn't you say so? dad!"

"what the fuck are you doing?!"

"dad, can i get this dress for her? i know you made me block my card because i went crazy at prada yesterday, but i could really use it right now."

hearing her casually mention prada like it was mcdonalds made you a little irritated.

"no, honey. sorry. it's not a really good idea."

"but, but, you didn't even hear the price yet-"

"it doesn't matter. no more spending for this month. be happy i let you get your own dress. you have hundreds at home that are just piling up at the bottom of the closet."

"aren't we, like, super rich? what's another thousand euros for you?"

you are way too embarrassed to leave the changing room, so you stay inside in hopes they'll forget about you and just leave. you glance at the expensive dress that hangs on the wall. it's a pretty royal blue, with a thin sparkly belt on the waist and sparkly straps. it's a minimum, but makes the dress stand out.

"no, i am super rich. you are not exactly. come on, now. get your bags and get into the car. ask your friend if she wants a ride."

"uh, no." your voice is raspy, and you clear your throat. "no, thank you. i am fine."

"very well. let's go then."

you hear paper bags shuffling, then quick footsteps and the doors opening.

"sorry about my dick dad. i don't know what has gotten into him." your friend apologizes.

"you have nothing to apologize for. i didn't even expect him to do something like that, are you out of your mind?"

"oh, what's another thousand for him? he probably made a few just while having that conversation with me. he's just being an asshole."

"car. now."

your squeeze your thighs together, the stern voice coming from the man doing wonders inside your stomach.

"ugh, i'm coming!" the girl stomps after him, leaving you alone in silence.

the green dress it is then.

the day is long and exhausting. considering that you arrived to the shop with the help of your friend's chauffeur, coming back home on foot was one hell of a task. you felt like the paper bag was carrying you, instead of you carrying it. your feet burn from the walking, and you can't wait to wash the sweat and humiliation off of you. you went from a thousand euro royal dream to a fifty euro eco trash bag. at least you have that dollar store green eye shadow you can use with it. how funny.

hot water drips down your body, fogging up the glass and trapping you in your little imagination bubble. your clit is begging for attention, reminding you of all the ways park seonghwa has touched you. his fingers skillfully rub your tense bud in ways that have you wondering if any of it is real. before you know it, you're clawing at the wet tiles as your other hand tries to desperately find the good spot inside of you. he finds so easily, why can't you? your fingers can't be much shorter than his.

half an hour of chasing an orgasm later, you give up. you've spent enough water, and your parents are going to kill you when they see the bill at the end of the month. it's all park seonghwa's fault. you can just mail him the bill and demand to pay. if you weren't so busy touching yourself to the thoughts of him, that wouldn't have happened.

defeated, you exit your room, somehow feeling more tired. you stop in your tracks. a black box sits on your bed, a yellow circle logo proudly shining on it.

"what the fuck?"

you reach for the box, touching the letters underneath the symbol. you don't open it yet, just in case this belongs to someone else.

"mom?!"

"yes?!"

"what is a versace doing in my room?"

"ah, your friend's chauffeur brought it over. said it was exclusively for you! bastard wouldn't let me peek."

that's all it takes for you to dive into the box like it was a new spicy book delivery. you make sure to leave the box intact, not wanting to rip something from such a luxury brand. a blood red gown sits in your hands, plush-like fabric melting down your fingers. it feels so luxurious, and expensive. it looks like something out of met gala, like it was ripped off of blake lively and given to you.

your phone pings, interrupting you from your little daydream session.

mr park: i think the blue is too calm for you. you need something fierce for a change. sorry if i overstepped. i just saw it when driving home and had to go back for it. not a word to my daughter.

you really didn't have to, sir.

mr park: i wanted to. you'll look lovely in it. and, please, have mercy and don't look at me tonight. i am a weak man.

your breath hitches. god, is he serious? just how fierce was this dress?

before you can examine it any further, the doors of your room opens, the familiar girl barging in with her little travel bag full of makeup and hair gadgets.

"whoa, slow down."

"no slowing, there's only three hours left until dad sends the chauffeur for us. god, what is that?"

"oh, it's uh-"

"vintage versace?! oh. my. god." she immediatelly pulls it out of the box, letting the empty carton fall on the floor carelessly.

"it's my moms, she dug it out after i came back home," you lie.

"i knew your mom is so cool."

park seonghwa really meant fierce when he said it. the red dress hugs your body like it was sewn on you, the leg slit high but hidden among the ruffles of the thick quality fabric. it is a corset dress, with offshoulder straps and a low cut. you don't feel exposed though. you feel like a queen.

"this fake ruby will go so good with that dress, trust me."

"oh, thank fuck, i thought it was real," you scoff, taking the big stone necklace and putting it on.

"why? think i can't afford it?"

"oh, no, no. apologies. you can totally afford a real ruby, miss." you joke, then glance at the clock.

just in time, a car pulls up to the entrance, the driver exiting to open the doors so they're ready for the two of you.

"shit, this is it. we're gonna get so wasted."

"isn't your dad gonna be there?"

"oh, he's not going to notice me when the headmaster gets him. poor woman is convinced that my dad wants her. some people just fail to realize that he just doesn't have the time for that. nor the will."

you feel like the sentence is targeting a little, but she doesn't spare you a glance as she sits in the car. the drive there is quiet, the clicking of her nails against the phone screen being the only noise in the small space. you glance at the small mirror of your hairbrush, checking your make-up again. you are feeling a little self-conscious, having never worn make-up this bold before. a winged eyeliner, heavy highlighter on your cheeks and inner eye corner, and a blood red lipstick. it's just a dance, wasn't this a little too formal?

one of your worst fears starts creeping into you, opening the doors of bottomless overthinking and migraines. what if you arrive overdressed, and everyone there is dressed in cute floral patterns and light spring dresses? while you are here looking like you've been dressed by donatella herself. and to think that park seonghwa saw the dress in the window of a store while just driving past it, and then went all the way back to get it and deliver it just for you, makes your stomach feel like fireworks.

to your relief, as you arrive in front of the building, you see that everyone else is equally extravagantly dressed. the dance wasn't at the college, but a place that park seonghwa himself has picked. it is a mansion just outside the city, with beautiful rose bushes, a stone path through the grass, and balconies to die for. it's like he knew how to make you stay longer than you planned on this dance.

"joshua!" you greet your partner as you enter the spacious room, surprised at the big change in his appearance.

"wow, don't you look luxurious. am i allowed to stand next to you?"

you playfully hit his shoulder, blushing at the comment. he turns to your friend, making small talk with her. you use the chance to glance around the room, in hopes of seeing the man of your dreams soon. you do not spot him, but you do spot a very familiar man. a man whose face you've seen on screen, and who has seen much more than your face on mr park's screen. your face instantly goes red, and your blood is boiling. you suddenly feel naked under his gaze, but he erases that feeling by smiling sweetly your way, and waving at you as a greeting. a complete opposite of that day.

"dad isn't answering my texts. i'm just gonna go find him to let him know i'm here."

you nod, then turn your attention back to joshua. to your surprise, he has left somewhere too, you just failed to acknowledge it. you are left alone among people who are already dancing, and you feel a little bored. with the dress in hand, so that you don't trip and make a fool of yourself already, you make your way towards one of the tables that stood near the walls.

you halt your steps, suddenly coming face to face with the man who had you wrapped around his finger. you don't mind. he fails to stop in time, accidentally bumping into you and almost making you fall back. his hands are quick to grab your waist, restoring your balance again. he doesn't immediately remove his hands. you don't mind that either.

"oh, mr park."

he doesn't speak. he takes a moment to look you up and down, and you do the same. he wears a white dress blouse, and his usual black slacks. the blouse is a little see-through, and you are taking in as much as you can while he busies himself staring at you.

"sir?" you call, suddenly remembering that your friend is searching for him, and that he has not yet removed his hands from you.

"god, you look ravishing." he groans.

"sir, your daughter might be-"

"i thought i had it under control. but now that you are here..." he trails, eyes dropping on your red lips. "i wish i could just-"

"seonghwa?"

the man turns around, and your waist suddenly feels cold and empty.

"dad?" another voice calls now behind you.

"sweetie?"

"mom?!"

you are shocked by the sight. a gorgeous woman, age similar to mr park, stands in front of the two of you. luscious locks fall over her shoulders and chest, and the royal blue dress you almost bought is overshadowing yours. it looks so much better on her.

"what the hell are you doing here?" mr park is calm, despite his harsh words.

"i am here to see my daughter. and talk to you."

"there's nothing left to talk about. i'm sure your husband would mind, anyway."

"seonghwa, please."

"dad, please." your friend begs, taking his hand and giving him her best big eyes.

he isn't a fool to fall for that. but he leaves with the woman anyway, because he knows just how stubborn they both are. the once married couple makes their way upstairs, and you can't help but stare until they disappear.

"it's rude to stare." your friend says, annoyed.

"oh, sorry. i must've zoned out."

"no, you didn't. you were staring at my dad."

you scrunch your eyebrows, looking at her confused. she rolls her eyes, then folds her arms across her chest.

"i'm not stupid. you think i didn't see how you threw yourself on him just a few minutes ago? acting like you're going to fall and shit, just so he could-"

"i swear it's not-"

"oh, shut the fuck up. putting your boobs out like that in that dress. is that even your dress? did your broke ass steal it?"

you are shocked by her sudden change in behaviour. you knew she had a problem with what happened between her father and you, but why did she decide to bring it up tonight? you have brought it up before, she assured you it is alright, and now that you really did not do anything, she is acting worse than before.

"it's not zara, bitch. it's versace. where the fuck did you get it? is it from me? because i can't keep track of all of my clothes, you thought you could just take it?"

you are grateful for the loud music, muting out her yelling. you see red. you know you are at wrong, but she picked the worst time to confront you. besides, it's not like you didn't talk about it at all. you thought it was all solved. guess not.

"your dad bought it for me." you spit out.

"what?"

"he thought i'd look hot in it." you press further.

"shut up."

"in fact, he just admitted that he wants to fuck me in it tonight."

"you're fucking delusional. he is getting back together with mom, don't you see? stop embarrassing yourself."

"you're telling me that your father would take back a cheater?"

her jaw drops. she knows it's true, but she has never heard you speak so freely. and she does not like that.

her hand reaches towards your hair, pulling at it, while the other one grabs a sleeve of your dress.

"stupid whore!" she curses, yanking at the necklace around your neck.

by now, people are starting to turn heads, slowly taking out their phones and recording.

"you are a shit friend, you know that? i've given you everything, and you go behind my back to fuck my dad? not once, but twice?"

"the fuck is your problem, i thought we solved this, you lunatic?!"

it gets on your nerves that you are taking this now that you really are innocent. you fight back, pushing her away from you and accidentally stepping on her dress, ripping it. everyone gasps, hands covering their mouths but phones still up in the air.

"you-" she breathes heavily, face red with rage. "you- you absolute slut! you whore!" she screams.

"that's enough." someone says next to you, before standing in between. "get up, you are making a fool of yourself. your drunk outbursts are hurting an innocent person."

"mr kim-" you start, ready to defend yourself.

"i'm not-!"

"come on," kim hongjoong helps the girl up, keeping her in a tight grip and guiding her outside the mansion. "phones away, everyone. show's over."

in the corner of your eye, you see park seonghwa rushing downstairs, followed by a woman in tears. by now, everyone went back to dancing, assuming that the girl was simply drunk and didn't know what she was saying. you are forever grateful to mr kim.

"what happened?" seonghwa grabs your shoulders, eyes skimming the ripped sleeve of the dress.

"your daughter happened." you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to keep tears from falling.

"oh, love, i'm so sorry."

"well, i kinda earned it."

mr park looks at you confused. you sigh, then slowly start walking towards one of the empty tables so that the dance floor can free up.

"she was saying some things and i intentionally pissed her off." you explain.

"what did she say?"

"that i intentionally threw myself on you, that i'm exposing my cleavage for you, and you know, that sort of stuff."

you cannot look him in the eyes. his gaze is too intense. his eyebrows are scrunched as he looks at you, and you aren't sure if he is mad with you or his daughter.

"and what did you say?"

you stay silent. you cannot fall any lower in his eyes. instead, you pour yourself a glass of wine, taking small sips of it. you absolutely hate alcohol, but in an awkward situation like this, you'll gladly drink the whole bottle if it means it'll get you out of the subject.

"do you wish to talk somewhere more private?" seonghwa suggests, making you choke back on the liquid.

"how private?" you ask before you can think.

the man chuckles, then offers his hand for you to take. you look around, making sure that the two women aren't around to see. mr kim has probably busied himself with taking care of mr park's daughter, and his ex must've left. she seemed pretty upset. you hate that the sight of her upset makes you happy.

park seonghwa leads you upstairs, much like his ex wife a few moments ago. he passes by a few doors in the hallway, until finally opening one. the interior is similar to the one in his library, only with a much bigger book selection. but he doesn't let you examine too much. he leads you to the balcony, which reminds you of the one from romeo and juliet. it looks like something from an old castle abandoned in the woods, with vines growing all over the old broken stone. the manor is surrounded by a light forest, just a few minutes away from the city, but the view from the balcony makes it seem like it is in the middle of a fantasy field. there is no light pollution, therefore you are able to see millions of shiny dots up in the sky. before you can keep gazing, mr park rests his hands on your waist, turning you around so that your back rests against the stone fence.

"sir?" you ask, hoping he would say something that you'll have an answer to.

"i was right. red is your colour."

his finger brushes over your red lips, then continues down your jawline, the neck bones, and to the cutout of the dress. he caresses the skin above the material, mere millimeters away. you are shivering, despite the pleasant weather tonight. you look into his eyes, bite down your lip when you see how focused he is in his moves.

"now that it's ripped off anyway, i'd love nothing more than to shred it to bits, just to see you again."

"but, you said-" you try reminding him of his message. he is very confusing to you.

"i know what i said. i can't help it." he steps closer to you, face inches away from yours. "i dream of devouring you in this dress."

his hand takes the wine glass from yours, lips pressing against it to take a sip. he looks deep into your eyes while he does so, faint glint getting you more riled up. you feel yourself dripping through the thin material of the thin lace thongs you wore, and it feels like he can feel it too somehow.

the glass is set on the fence now, a safe distance from both of you. you think he will finally speak again, but the man has other plans. his main plan seems to make you fall into his arms tonight, and it is working. his hands cup your face, and he presses his lips against yours. your hands are gripping the cold stone, not knowing what to do from the sudden explosion of emotions. carefully, park seonghwa pours the wine from his mouth into yours, sensually kissing you along the way.

aside from it being the hottest fucking thing that has ever happened to you, you are also happy that you didn't spill any of it. you swallow, and when you try to move away to catch a breath, he only deepens the kiss, your face still in his palms. he tugs on your lips, biting them gently, sucking them, swiping his tongue along them, with a satisfying rhythm. you can't help but whine into his mouth, a certain part of you wishing for more friction.

"all you have to do is say the words, doll." he says, voice deep and almost a whisper.

"what words?" you ask, stupidly.

"any words. anything that will give me a green light." he answers, eyes searching yours for any kind of signal.

you think, for a short time that to seonghwa seemed like years.

"take me. here. on this balcony."

seonghwa groans, and leans in again to give attention to your lips. his hands roam your body, mainly focusing on your waist and thighs. he grabs your flesh through the fabric, squeezing it with desire as his tongue hungrily chases yours, not getting enough of it no matter how much he gets.

he pulls away too fast for your liking, and before you can whine again, he drops down on his knees. his perfectly polished shoes are forgotten as they suffer scratches from the floor, and his perfectly ironed black pants will soon meet a similar fate.

"hold this for me, pretty?" he asks, handing you the bottom of your dress.

you are caught off by the sudden situation, yet your body responds immediately and takes the fabric from him. you can barely see him from the red ruffles, but you can definitely feel the hot wet muscle licking through the thin lace of your underwear. you sigh, your head falling back at the hot sensation on your clit.

"don't hold back, please. i want to hear you."

you feel uneasy, but the moment he pushes your panties aside and attaches his lips to your core, you do not care. you whine, breathe heavily, moan, pull at his hair in ecstasy. you love the thrill of knowing that anyone could walk in and the first thing they'd see is the two of you doing sinful things in the moonlight. bet they'd love the sight, too.

"fuck, sir-" you gasp, feeling him sucking on your sensitive bud.

"fuck, i love it when you call me sir. call me more names, darling, i beg you."

"m-make me," you choke out, feeling his finger sliding between your walls.

he scoffs, playfully tugging on your covered nipple as he continues pumping his finger in and out of you. he does it slowly, making sure to brush against the sensitive spot but not give it complete attention. just enough to keep you on the edge.

"oh, i'll make you. don't you worry." he promises.

his hands grab your thighs, almost raising your body from the ground, so that he could eat you out properly. you have the urge to close your legs, but his hands are firm and keep them open. you shake against his restless tongue, hoping to release soon.

"mr. park- please- please-" you beg, choking back tears.

you do not know why you tear up in sexual situations with him. from the pleasure? from the pain of edging? from knowing that this might be the last time you're doing it?

as soon as he hears your voice shaking, mr park stands up, making sure that it really is what he thinks it is. without a word, he kisses you again, lips wet with your arousal. he keeps fingering you, knuckles disappearing between your folds and deliciously preparing you for him.

"turn around for me, little girl."

his words shoot arrows to your core, and it takes a lot of strength in you to do as he says. his fingers find their place right under your jaw, softly pressing into your neck and making it difficult for you to stay sober. he releases every now and then, just enough to let you breathe properly. his other hand moves the back of your dress, giving it to you to hold onto, and then raises your leg so that it rests on the fence. you are now standing on one leg, wet core completely exposed to the cool night air and him.

"good girl," he praises, leaving a kiss on the top of your head. "so flexible for me."

you hear a zipper, then clothes ruffling. you breathe out when you feel something smooth and hot rubbing up and down your folds, not yet entering. your head drops from the dizziness of his playful choking, and your eyes widen when you finally see the rest of the view from the balcony.

down there, in the garden behind the manor, there are three benches and a fountain. and on one of the benches, his ex wife. she seems to notice you at the same time you notice her, judging by her sudden jaw drop and widened eyes. you don't get to warn him, as you are interrupted by your own gasp caused by his hot muscle pushing inside your tights walls. he wastes no time in thrusting into you, quickly catching a rhythm while simultaneously pulling your hair with his other hand. at this point, it is more you thrusting back into him than he is thrusting forwards into you. you need his every inch, no matter how fucked up the situation at the moment is.

you can't help it, you look at the poor woman in the eyes, moaning as her ex husband is tearing you apart on the balcony of their once shared holiday manor.

"louder," he growls, speeding up his movements.

and you do it. you moan, louder, not on purpose, but because it really feels that good.

"fuck, your cunt is made for me."

"da-daddy-" you test the grounds, and he halts his movements.

shit, you fucked up.

"what?" he says, out of breath.

"nothing-" you gasp, his fingers pressing into your neck, "daddy, i said daddy-"

you are interrupted by a moan again, as he begins thrusting harder. the woman is on the verge of tears, and even though you feel a little bad, the feeling of her husband's cock filling you up feels too good. you also remember the reason they parted. she did the same with another man. you allow yourself a moment of braveness, already having said goodbye to the friendship with their daughter.

you smile down at the woman, then reach behind to grab mr park's hair. you moan, loud and clear, more for her to hear. the man groans, burying his head into your shoulder and biting down, making you gasp and close your eyes in pain. his hand rests on your lower back, making you arch it just a bit more so he can finally hit the spot you both need.

you open your eyes, only to find her still standing there in disbelief and shock. she is disgusted with you, and heartbroken by him. and you do not care.

"mr. park, you're too big for me-" you choke out.

he slows his movements, then raises his head from your shoulder. he admires the bruise he has created for a moment, then follows your gaze down to the benches. upon seeing his ex wife, you expect him to stop. but he only does so for a moment, before yanking down the fabric on your chest and exposing your breasts. he continues diving into you, softly panting into your ear and driving you insane.

the woman seems too stunned to even move. it is clear she is not enjoying it, she isn't a voyeour.

"you're taking me so well, doll. you should see how abused your pretty pussy looks, begging me to cum all over it and inside it." he growls, then grabs your jaw so that he can look at you.

his eyebrows are scrunched, focused on the approaching orgasm.

"moan for me more, baby, please. you sound majestic."

unable to hold back, you moan into his mouth, hips thrusting back in a desperate attempt to reach the orgasm. it is building up inside of you for so long, threatening to overflow any moment now. but he has complete control over the rhythm, and the moment you start moving too, he chokes you just a little harder.

"sir, please, sir, let me cum- i want to cum on your dick so, so bad," you say everything that is on your mind. he enjoys seeing you vulnerable in his hands, and slows down the pace just to hear you some more.

"you want to cream on daddy's cock, little girl? you want me to fill you up all the way, to have you walk with my cum inside your abused little hole the entire night? have my daughter apologize to you as you desperately try to keep my seed from spilling down your legs?"

"mr park-"

"yes, angel."

"sir-"

"just a bit more, doll."

"seonghwa-" you scream, and he is quick to press his lips on yours to calm you down.

feeling your walls squeeze from the waves of the orgasm, you take him over the edge, his seed painting your walls and making it easier for him to ride his own orgasm out. your body shakes from the intense pleasure, and from the sudden rush of cold air on your bare arms. mr park is quick to release your neck, and wrap his arms around you and press your body against his chest. he kisses you sweetly, simultaneously rubbing your arms in an attempt to warm you up. his cock twitches inside of you, and he is still slowly thrusting in and out, riding out the rest of the orgasm.

you breathe heavily into his mouth, legs going limp and threatening to become numb any second. he finally helps you set your leg down, and slowly pulls out of you. hot seed spills out of your hole and down your leg, and you are scared that it will stain the dress.

"do you trust me?"

"huh?"

"do you trust me?" he repeats himself, guiding you so that your body is facing him again.

"well, yes, i- oh!"

he picks you up by your waist, so that you can sit on the stone fence. it is wide enough for you to sit comfortably, but if you could choose not to, you would. his hands are holding you firmly, and his eyes tell you he isn't letting go.

"this dress looks gorgeous on you, but it is in my way the whole evening," he huffs, flipping the dress once more.

"no, i'm too sensitive-" you try to stop him, but he hushes you.

"trust. me."

he doesn't touch your clit. he doesn't try to finger you. instead, he collects the white streak that has started the journey down your thigh, pushing it back into your hole. you feel yourself becoming wet again, horny and angry butterflies raving in your stomach. he uses his two fingers to gently push all of his seed inside you again, and he looks up at you with deadly eyes. you recognize the lust once again, and you almost moan at the sight. "now, let's go find my daughter to get your apology." “no!” you protest, panic swallowing you.

“relax. she will say no, I will be mad at her, and she will then ask to go with her mother.”

you try to follow, but you can’t. why is he so careless about his daughter choosing his ex wife over him? he seems to realise your confusion, and laughs fondly.

“that way, nothing can stop us doing this any time and anywhere. and, I can finally make that dinner reservation at the new restaurant. been dying to try it with you.”

“but, I don’t have any money. I cannot pay my share.”

park seonghwa chuckles, then leaves a soft kiss on your forehead. you feel all fuzzy and warm, feet swinging under the dress from the simple act.

“I’ll gladly be your sugar daddy. just the more romantic and relationship type of sugar daddy.”

oh.

“what do you say?”

“I say your cum is ready to be washed out so I better go fetch my apology.”

“good girl.”

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[niishii]

coachella vibes—seongwha x idol!reader

summary; in which you catch up with your favorite member of ateez at coachella.

author's note: first time writing a kpop fic. please be kind!

Divider by: @plutism

You had been fiddling with the strap of your dress all night.

"Alright everyone, squeeze in tight!"

The pulsating hum from the music bass in the background jostled your heart against your chest. It didn't help that you were shoved between your group mate and Seongwha - who you hadn't seen since the promotion of Ateez and [insert your kpop group name] song collaboration last year.

Although you obviously knew way in advance that [insert your kpop group name] and Ateez were performing on separate nights at Coachella, running into Park Seongwha still threw you for a loop. During the promotion of each groups' shared song, you two had gotten closer than intended - a well kept hushed secret that was made of prolonged eye contact, inconspicuous flirtatious smiles, and subtle, gentle nudges of each other's arms and shoulders in passing.

"A little closer!" The camera man said while holding the phone horizontally to ensure everyone fit in the picture.

You felt Seongwha shuffle closer to you, the fabric of his shirt rubbing against your bare arm. You two had been positioned at the very end of the line, thanks to your closest bandmate.

Oh, if only you weren't surrounded by wandering eyes, you would give your friend a good—

"This okay?"

His arm fell across your shoulders as he leaned in, subtly tucking you to his side. Your eyes widened, though naturally, you molded into him as he drew a peace sign with his other hand that happened to be stuck in his pocket.

"Yeah." It was the only word your mouth could produce as you drew your own signature peace sign.

The camera flashed multiple times before the cameraman told everyone to 'look cool' this time.

You and Seongwha dropped your cute peace signs simultaneously. He shifted and stuck his hand into his pocket. Meanwhile, your hands stuck out from the front pocket of your jeans, one knee bent so you looked more relaxed.

Click. Click. Click.

"Long time no see, right?"

"Tell me about it," You replied under your breath as the group either switched poses or facial expressions. You could hear your groupmates laughing and talking with the rest of the group. "We should definitely do this more often," you joked.

He chuckled lightly. "What? Take pictures or catch up?"

"Both," you said between the next set of clicks.

"Agreed."

Seongwha dropped his arm from your shoulder, shifting the loose shoulder strap of your blouse to the upper part of your bicep. You had forgotten about the darn thing until now. It had been a nuisance all night - seeming to fall off your shoulder every time a wave of nervous energy coursed through you. But your stylist insisted this was the perfect night to show it off to the world of Coachella. You internally groaned.

But before you could reach for the fabric, Seongwha had already draped it back onto your shoulder securely before loosely resting his forearm on your shoulder, posing another time. You were quick to flash a smile just before the last picture was taken.

"Thanks," you mumbled as the group began to disperse. You hiked the strap higher, ensuring this slip up wouldn't happen again...at least not while you were both interacting.

"Don't mention it," he said before the performer onstage began his set. Seongwha stepped towards you so his voice could be over the cheers from the crowd. His breath fanning your cheek. "Don't forget to kill it tomorrow, okay?"

And just like that, you were left with your group as the next artist's set began. You both were pulled into separate directions with your groupmates, sparing one last longing glance before the incoming rave music drowned out the sound of the crowd's screams.

[atinytokki]

Orbit

Summary

Notorious space pirate Kim Hongjoong has turned himself over to the authorities in return for clemency for his crew. His execution is set to be an intergalactic spectacle telecast live across the galaxies. ATEEZ are left adrift, but they aren't giving up. This will be their greatest heist yet: stealing their captain back. 

Originally written for the 8 Makes 1 Family Fest and cross-posted to ao3 and wattpad. First chapter here!

Comment if you'd like to be tagged in future chapters :)

[multistanisms]

Crisis of Love || Ateez

FANDOM: Ateez PAIRING: Yeosang/San, Hongjoong/Seonghwa/Wooyoung, Yunho/Mingi WORD COUNT: 5102 RATING: M POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: Descriptions of torture, mentions of blood and violence, implied self harm SUMMARY: After three years of watching two of his best friends dance around their obvious affections for each other, Wooyoung is going to need the help of all of the Horizon Boys and some close friends to get the words spoken between Yeosang and San. However, plans go on hold when one of their own goes missing. TAGLIST: @ashxx0707

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Years of watching two of his closest friends dance around their emotions for each other had worn Wooyoung down. Unable to spend another year watching the pair, he sat on the veranda of his family's home, staring out at the large garden, plotting how to give the push that Yeosang and San needed.

"Wooyoung, don't think too hard. You'll give yourself a headache." 

The voice is gentle, but it snaps the young man out of his thoughts, startling. Blonde hair sways just the slightest as he turns and lays eyes on a pink haired boy walking towards him. "Yeonjun!" He half squeals, hopping up and rushing to go hug his friend. "When did your family get in? We didn't know you were coming."

"I didn't either." Yeonjun answered, laughing as he hugged the other male. "We left last night, arrived this morning. Something important, no doubt." He moved to start towards the table. "So do tell, what is it that has you so keen on giving yourself a migraine, hm?"

"Planning." Wooyoung said defiantly, moving to sit across from Yeonjun and picking up his cup to sip from the cup. 

"That can't be good. Do Yeosang and Hongjoong know?" 

"Excuse you, asshat, I don't need permission every time I put schemes together." Wooyoung counters sassily, watching as Yeonjun pours a glass of lemonade from the pitcher and settles into a chair across from him.

"Not every time, but whether you do or not depends on the circumstances." Yeonjun arches a brow at Wooyoung as he sips at his glass, earning a huff as Wooyoung leans back in his chair and crosses his arms.

"I need to get Yeosang and San to get their feelings out." Wooyoung groaned. “It’s not like everyone else doesn’t already see it.” 

"You mean they're actually that oblivious?" Yeonjun asked, clearly surprised. 

"Only with each other." Wooyoung barks out a laugh at the words, head falling back a little as he does so. "Most everything else they're really keen on."

"No kidding." Yeonjun laughed as well, shaking his head. "So what ideas do you have so far?"

"That's just it, I have exactly nothing." 

"Well, now. That’s a change. Maybe you should talk to Hongjoong or Seonghwa?" 

"Joong and Hwa don’t need to get involved in this, Yeonny. They have enough going on right now with keeping on top of things for our parents."

"Did someone say my name?" A voice asked, and the two turned to lay eyes on Seonghwa, black hair framing his face as he leaned against the doorway. Tall frame accented by dark jeans and a near skin tight white t-shirt. "What are you up to, Jung Wooyoung?" 

“Nothing, Hwa.” Wooyoung replies at the exact same time Yeonjun opens his mouth. 

“Our favorite chaos boy here is trying to get Yeosang and San to admit they-”

“Are ridiculously in love with each other?” Seonghwa finishes with a knowing smirk, moving to take a seat between the younger men, one leg crossing daintily over the other as he reaches to turn over one of the cups and pour himself a cup of the lemonade as well. "Are you tired of watching them be a mix of happy and miserable, too?"

"They are so terrible at reading each other." Yeonjun laughed with a shake of his head, leaning back. "So what are we gonna do?"

"Hongjoong suggested we try a setup of sorts." Seonghwa mused, dropping a sugar cube into the tea.

“Hongjoong is on board with my scheming without supervision?”

“Only in this instance, Wooyoung.” Seonghwa countered with an arched brow.

“And it isn’t like you won’t have any supervision.” Yeonjun countered. “I’m sure everyone is going to be on board with this. It’s only been what, two years?”

“Three, at the very least on San’s part. That’s the first time he slipped.” Wooyoung answered. “So…a setup? How do we manage that?”

“What about at one of the gatherings? We never stay for the full event, anyway.” Yeonjun mused. 

“We stay longer than you, normally.” Wooyoung teased. “You run off with Changbin as soon as you lay eyes on him.” The blush that rushes up his friend’s face makes him smirk. 

“Yeah, because you wouldn’t find the chance to sneak off with someone if they could-”

“Boys, enough, or I will ground you both.” Seonghwa’s tone is authoritative as he lifts his glass again, eyes leveled on the pair. Both of the younger males quiet their banter, looking away like scolded children and he nods, satisfied they’re both back on track. “Our purpose is to bring the two of them together, we can’t do that if you two are just going to bicker like a married couple the entire time.”

“That’s what they do best, of course.” 

Three heads turn at the sudden voice to find Hongjoong coming out to join them on the veranda, looking worse for wear and clearly exhausted.  

“Hongjoong…” Yeonjun and Wooyoung speak at the same time, looking between each other, then to Seonghwa and finally Hongjoong with concern. The future leader makes his way to the table, pulling out the chair between Yeonjun and Seonghwa before all but collapsing into it. 

“You need rest.” Seonghwa urges, one hand moving to rest at the younger’s shoulder. 

“I need time with my people.” Hongjoong counters. “Rest can come later.” Despite his words, though, he leans until his body is resting gently against Seonghwa’s shoulder. “Hello, Yeonjun. I wasn’t aware your family would be here.”

Yeonjun shrugged. “I’m used to never knowing what plans my mother makes until I’m ordered to do something,” he replied. “You look like shit, though.”

Hongjoong manages to smirk as he scoffs out a laugh. “You should see the other guy. He’s much worse off, I promise.” he sassed, forcing himself up from Seonghwa’s shoulder to look at the three men. “What are we discussing, exactly?”

“Yeosang and San.” Seonghwa is the first to answer, keeping an eye on Hongjoong.

“Ah, the oblivious lovebirds.” Hongjoong chuckles, tone almost singsong, as he leaned forward to get the final cup, stopping when he finds Wooyoung has poured a fresh glass and is handing it to him so he doesn’t have to move as much. “Thank you, Wooyoung.”

“Don’t thank me yet. I’d honestly rather you rest a little. You look like you had a hell of a fight, after all. But you’re too stubborn, so I’ll settle with you not moving a whole lot.”

“Good boy.” Hongjoong praises, and if he notices the tint rising up Wooyoung’s neck, he doesn’t mention it. “Our next gathering is in a few weeks, we have some time to figure something out if we want to do it then.” He sips his drink and it lowers it from his lips when a commotion from within the manor makes all four of them turn. “What on earth?” As the words leave his mouth, a pair of servants rush out onto the veranda, anxiously looking around. The female of the pair gives a clear sigh of relief before rushing back inside, shoes clicking on the marble of the den area. The young man who had accompanied her seems to be taking note of the four before turning to follow. Hongjoong stops the male with a simple ‘stop’, the man turning back to face the table.

“Yes, Master Hongjoong?”

“What is going on, Taehui?” Hongjoong asks, dark eyes never leaving the other male. 

“We’re not entirely sure as of yet, sir.” the servant, Taehui replies. “Young Master Wooyoung’s father received news there was a kidnapping, and his first order was for us to check how many of you were here so we could report back.” He’s honest and obviously uncertain of what to do in the situation, his eyes unable to lift from the ground. The previously relaxed atmosphere of the table has changed drastically in a few moments time, and he’s clearly uncomfortable giving bad news to the group.

“Kidnapping? Of one of ours?” Seonghwa frowns, eyes immediately finding Hongjoong’s, and the pair have a moment before the elder stands and walks out towards the garden. “I’ll start making calls.”

“Thank you, Taehui. We’ll be inside shortly. Go report to my dad, okay?” Wooyoung dismissed the male, waiting until they were alone again before speaking. “What do you need me to do, Joong?”

“Call your brother and Mingi. Mingi’s supposed to be arriving soon, but we have to be sure. Seonghwa is already calling for follow ups as well.”

“I’ll find my mother. She should have some intel and I can gather my boys to start a search party if need be.” Yeonjun replies, standing. “All of you stay safe, and keep us updated.”

“Keep your heads level, Yeonny.” Wooyoung replies, giving a worried smile as his friend lays a hand on his shoulder before heading inside. His eyes are focused on the commotion he can hear inside, one hand tightening on the tablecloth. This is par for the course - they’re children of powerful mafia families, after all - but no one has ever been stupid enough to try and kidnap any of them. The worry for his pseudo brothers courses through him and has him frozen as his mind starts to reel with possible scenarios.

“Wooyoung-ah.” 

Dark eyes blink as Wooyoung tears his gaze from the doors to look at his leader, returning to the moment in front of him. “Sorry, Joong, this is just…new territory. No one’s ever tried to kidnap any of us before.” He’s working on dialing Yunho’s number as he speaks, moving to stand.

“Right now, all I care about is that it isn’t one of the eight of us. Once we know that, I’ll worry about what needs to happen.” Hongjoong replied, and while his demeanor is calm, Wooyoung knows the leader’s mannerisms well enough to hear the mixed emotions behind the words. The younger male is loath to leave Hongjoong alone, but forces himself to step aside as the phone rings, silently begging the phone to pick up.

“San and Jongho are fine. They stopped to get some things, but they’re on their way again, no more stops.” Seonghwa says as he walks back, though his eyes are on his phone as he dials again.

“Yeosang?”

“I’ve tried him twice, but no answer.” Seonghwa is already hanging up and preparing to dial again when Hongjoong lifts a hand. 

“I’ll call him. Go check on Wooyoung, he’s trying to call Mingi and Yunho.” Hongjoong commands, scrolling to dial Yeosang’s number. His eyes stay on Seonghwa as the eldest checks in with Wooyoung, free hand clenching hard enough that his mind vaguely registers the pain of his nails digging into his palm. If any of his brothers have been taken, he isn’t going to just stand aside. He’ll bring the wrath of hell itself on whoever was stupid enough.

“Hongjoong? Who’s hurt?”

The deep timbre sends a wave of relief through Hongjoong despite the urgency in the man’s tone when Yeosang answers. The younger had clearly been dozed off, which explains the initial missed calls. He lets out a breath, which only further alerts the man on the other end. He and Seonghwa don’t continuously call like this, and there’s no doubt it’s put the black haired male on high alert.

“Captain?” Yeosang asks again, worry much more prominent in his voice now.

“We don’t know if anyone is hurt yet. There was apparently news of a kidnapping and the staff here are losing their minds.” Hongjoong answers. “San is okay.” he adds when he hears the sharp intake of breath, knowing the next question that’s about to come from Yeosang’s mouth and beating him to the punch. “Seonghwa just talked to him, he’s with Jongho and they’re finishing the trip out here.”

“Okay,” the one word shows the instant relief before Yeosang speaks again. “What about the others?”

“Yunho is accounted for. Wooyoung is here with Hwa and I, he’s trying-” he cuts off when he spots Wooyoung neary throwing his phone before he’s stopped by Seonghwa grabbing his wrist. Wooyoung doesn’t lash out like that, and it’s enough to send ice through Hongjoong’s body. “Yeosang, have you seen or heard from Mingi today?”

“Not seen, but he did message and say he and his dad were leaving this morning. Is he not answering?”

“I don’t know.” Hongjoong is up and moving even as he speaks, nearing where Seonghwa is holding tight to Wooyoung with one arm while he tries to hide the frantic energy of his dialing. “What’s wrong?”

“Mingi’s phone is going straight to voicemail.” Seoghwa replied, lifting his phone to his ear. “Wooyoung tried him seven times.”

“Damnit.” Hongjoong replies, the sound almost a hiss.

“I’m not near any of my gear, Joong. I can’t trace him until I get to the manor with all of you.” Yeosang speeds through the words, a panic setting into him as well despite the calm in his tone. 

“Just stay calm, Yeosang. You worry about getting here in one piece. Hwa and I will worry about calming Wooyoung down and filling in the rest of the guys.”

“I’m like half an hour out, but I can cut time if I make them stop and get on my bike.”

“Do whatever you need to.” Hongjoong replied. “For gods’ sake just be careful.”

“Copy that, Captain.” The line dies as Yeosang ends the call, and Hongjoong has to take a slow breath to calm the anger in his body. Wooyoung’s entire body trembles just enough to make it noticeable, the younger male gripping at Seonghwa’s arm like a scared child, though what emotions he’s going through is unclear.

“First thing’s first.” Hongjoong began, back straightening. “We’re gathering in Wooyoung’s study, away from parents and staff. This is Horizon Boy business; we handle it our way.” His tone is level, forcing all other emotions down as he looks at the two men before him. Eyes lift to meet his second in command, and he nods at the man as he speaks. “Seonghwa, catch up with Yeonjun, tell him that he and the boys are on standby so we can cover more ground.”

“Yes sir.” Seonghwa says, gently prying his arm from Wooyoung’s grip. Wooyoung fights for a moment, but gives up when Seonghwa is able to pull him from his mind with a few quiet words. 

“Wooyoung.” Hongjoong says gently, reaching to touch the back of Wooyoung’s hand. “He will be okay.”

“But…why? Why would they come after us?”

“We’re the heirs, remember? Even if we aren’t an emotional weakness, enemies would perceive us as such because we’re set to take our respective parents�� places.” Hongjoong replied, curling his hand into Wooyoung’s. “Wooyoung, I need your head to stay in the moment, okay?”

“In the moment?” Wooyoung mirrors, confusion twisting his features.

“You and Yeosang are our techs, and you two are the best at it. You can go over what gear you need and get it ready so that when he gets here, the two of you can jump on the trace together.” Hongjoong replied. “We can’t let our emotions get the better of us right now. Not until we find Mingi and know he’s safe. I need you to turn everything else off for now. Can you do that?”

Wooyoung wants to lie and say he can’t, that he needs to step away. However, he knows better, he knows that Hongjoong knows better. Turning off their feelings has been ingrained in them by their parents, a way to do what needs to be done in the moment. Mafia life has little time for emotions in critical situations. The main difference is that Wooyoung is one of the few of them who have never had to utilize it in the field of their lives, and it shows in his struggle to find that calm that Hongjoong currently displays. Closing his eyes, he grips his leader’s hand tighter for a moment, taking a shaky breath and holding it while he counts to five in his head before letting it out slowly. When he opened his eyes, he made sure to lock them on Hongjoong and nod. “I’ve got it, I promise.”

“Are you sure?” 

It takes a moment before Wooyoung can answer, but he manages to hold eye contact, searching Hongjoong’s eyes as he gathers the strength he needs from his leader. “Yes. Just give me twenty minutes to get the system set up.”

“Do you need me with you?”

Wooyoung starts to shake his head for a moment, but finds himself unable to do so. “I’ve never had to do this before, Joong.”

“I know. And I’m right here. We’ll all be here.” Hongjoong assured, squeezing Wooyung’s hand gently. “Let me help you get the stuff, huh? That way you have one of us with you to help keep you level headed.”

“What about Jongho and Yunho?”

“That’s why we’re doing it all together. None of you have ever needed to do this, and I need you to know you aren’t alone.”

“We’re never alone, Hongjoong. We know that. We have you, and you’re a better leader than your father could ever hope to be.” Wooyoung forces himself to take another breath and releases it, letting go of Hongjoong’s hand. “Let’s go. I have to get the computers moved around in the study.” He steps away and makes his way inside, ignoring the confusion and chaos of staff around them. 

“Hongjoong! Wooyoung!” 

The raised voice stops the pair, and Wooyoung turns to find Yunho, the taller male obviously distraught. “Yunho, you’re okay.” he breathes as his brother rushes over to them. 

“Yeah, I was only out to get snacks for us later. Mom called me and I immediately headed home.” Yunho speaks hurriedly. “Do we have anything on Mingi yet? Seonghwa said you guys couldn’t get him to answer either?”

“You tried calling him already?” Hongjoong asked, and seeing Yunho nod put more stock into their growing concern. Mingi would never ignore his boyfriend calling him, especially not when Yunho wasn’t the only one dialing him. “Alright, you’re going to help Wooyoung and I get his study set up so he and Yeosang can run a trace.”

“Where are San and Jongho?”

“Still en route, but safe.” Wooyoung answered with a nod.

“And what about Yeosang?”

“He likely made the driver stop so he could get his bike unhitched, but he’s on the way. He shouldn’t be too far behind you.” Hongjoong said. “Come on, let’s get going. The sooner we get set up, the quicker we can make a plan of action.”

“We aren’t going to ask our parents for anything?” Yunho clarified.

“This is Horizon Boy business.” Wooyoung chimes as he mirrors their leader's words. It seems to be enough to help Yunho calm a little.

“And we handle it our own way.” Yunho finishes, giving a nod. “Alright, let’s go. I need to get Mingi home safe.”

“We all do.” Hongjoong replied, motioning for the two to start up the stairs. He stays behind them, keeping an eye on the two. This is not how he wanted to introduce them into the more dangerous side of their world. He and Seonghwa have carefully brought each of the others in one at a time, so there’s a support system as they learn the ropes. And as each member got comfortable, the next to be brought in would have a bigger blanket of adjustment. Wooyoung and Jongho were supposed to be the last ones, but this event ruined that plan. His head is bouncing over ideas as he blindly walks, knowing the manor as well as he does means he can be allowed some time in his mind. He stops when he finds himself in the large study, moving to the floor to ceiling window that doubles as a door to a large balcony. “Once we get the system up, we need to follow any movements from the last text Mingi sent.” he thought aloud, taking a moment to take in the sky before turning to the large table and gathering the papers strewn about. He stacked them neatly, tapping them on the dark stained oak wood to align them and set them aside. 

“At the very least the last one that was sent to one of us.” Wooyoung replied, moving two laptops onto the table and opening them at two different chairs. “Yunho, I need the holoscreen on while I hook these up to my system.” He falls quiet as he begins focusing, nerves disappearing as he settles into his element. Yunho joined him by the laptops, double tapping the table in between the two that opened to reveal a screen. He laid his thumb over the little screen, and then nodded at his little brother. 

“Alright, it just needs your scan.”

Wooyoung nodded even though he wasn't looking at the other men in the room. When the first screen kicked to life, he stepped to bend over and scan his index finger before turning his attention to the second laptop. “I can follow towers that the phone pinged off of. Yeosang should be able to check for any cloning or strange activity in the background that went unnoticed.”

“That's a thing?” Yunho asked, arching a brow as he pulled chairs out from the table. 

“Trust me, there's a lot a good hacker can do and the user not realize it.” Wooyoung answered calmly. 

“It's why Woo and I regularly update the security for our files in the manors. We should have thought about extending it to our personal phones before now, though.” A deep voice said as footsteps carried in a well built male with dark hair pinned back by a butterfly barrette. Eyes dart over the room, taking in the others before taking the riding jacket off and draping it over the back of a chair. “Where are we at?”

“We’ve never been targets, Yeo, it didn’t dawn on us to apply it to our phones.” Wooyoung countered, taking one of the chairs and nudging the other back. “I’ve got the system warming up, we should be able to hit the ground running.”

“Has anyone been able to get in touch with Mingi yet?”

“No,” Yunho says, pacing slightly along the wall of books with phone in hand. “As much as we’re calling, he should have answered by now.”

“The fact that he didn’t answer you is concerning enough.” Yeosang says, moving to take the seat next to Wooyoung. The two dove into working quietly, murmuring between themselves as they worked. Hongjoong turned to look at the pair, then moved to walk across the room to Yunho, reaching up to grab the taller man’s shoulder, making Yunho stop to look down at him. 

“We’re going to find him, and he will be safe.” Hongjoong said calmly, seriously, eyes not leaving Yunho’s. 

“It's not Mingi I'm worried about.” Yunho replied. “It's how dangerous we are as a team if he gets hurt.”

“If any of us get hurt.” Hongjoong corrected. “And whoever was stupid enough to cross the eight of us won't like the ending coming their way.”

“We always talk about outside enemies coming after us….but what about family?” Wooyoung asks, eyes still locked on the screen before him. 

“What do you mean, Woo?” Yunho asks, attention going to his brother.

“Everyone working under Hongjoong’s father knows we're the ones next in line for power. He's always made that abundantly clear. Bumjoong gets control of the fronts and saving face, Hongjoong becomes head of the family.” Wooyoung explained. “So everyone is fully aware that means the other seven of us are direct underlings. So, y’know…what happens if someone decides they don't like that arrangement?” 

“You mean an inside job.” Hongjoong’s voice is flat, and the tone is somehow a strange mix of skeptical and unphased. “What are you saying, Wooyoung?”

“Nothing, I just…it's something I thought about.” Wooyoung answers. “We're always ready for outside threats, but shouldn't we consider even our own families an outside threat?” It goes silent aside from the sound of him and Yeosang typing and working on their respective duties to track their friend, and he finds his lower lip tugging between his lips nervously.

“He has a point, Joong.” Yeosang says, finally breaking the silent tension in the room. “With what we're trying to do, even if no one is actually privy to our plans-”

“We'll cross that bridge later.” Hongjoong cuts the other off. “Right now, finding Mingi is our top priority.”

“And if we find out it was, actually, an inside job?” Yeosang asks back, unphased by his captain silencing his thought process so quickly, dark eyes locked on the screen as he goes through the data on Mingi’s device.

“Then we make sure everyone is aware of what happens when you cross the future leaders.” Hongjoong says coldly, and none of the others in the room need to question what he means. If Hongjoong's father makes a statement by brutal punishments, they have to take it further, make it known they have no room for mutinists.

Death is the only answer to crossing the next generation of leaders. 

There's little more than a nod from his underlings, and his attention once more returns to Yunho. “Meet up with Hwa. He's gathering Yeonjun and his boys-”

“We're right here, Captain.” Seonghwa’s voice is a gentle timbre as he walks in, Yeonjun shortly behind as well as the rest of the bodyguards he leads. Behind the bodyguards are the achoi brothers, stepping inside and off to one side as they await orders. “What’s our current course?”

“Yeosang? Wooyoung?” Hongjoong asks, eyes turning to his hackers, tone giving them the floor. 

“There aren’t any background programs or files running on his phone, at least thus far.” Yeosang answers matter of factly, though he doesn’t take his gaze from where he’s still scanning over files. 

“I’m able to track the phone, though.” Wooyoung replied. “Either he has it on silent and hidden on him, it’s in whatever he’s being transported in, or it’s being used to hide where he actually is.”

“What were the last coordinates?” Seonghwa asks, walking over to stand behind the two younger men. 

“It looks like it’s somewhere near the docks.” Wooyoung answered, finally letting his gaze move so he could tilt his head back to look at his lieutenant. “If that is where whoever took him has him, there’s all kinds of places that they could hide him until they get whatever it is they want.”

“The docks?” Yunho asks, looking at his younger brother with a tilt of his head, brown eyes worried. “There’s water there, too. Sharks once the boats start coming in from their night fishing.” 

“Yunho, calm down.” Hongjoong said calmly, walking to look out the large balcony window. “Wooyoung, Yeosang. Where was the first ping between the last communication with him and the current ping?” His back stays to the rest of the room, but his posture reads that he’s very aware of everything and everyone. 

The current display of behavior isn’t something Wooyoung has seen from Hongjoong before, and the young man watches his leader in a mix of awe and fear until a tap on his forearm draws his eyes to Yeosang, who nods once before going back to his screen. Wooyoung finds comfort in his first friend’s demeanor and it makes him take a deep breath in order to settle himself and return to his own screen. 

“The last message to any of us was 2:28.” Yeosang provides, fingers clicking on the keys of his computer. 

Wooyoung nods when the information is relayed, using his own program to configure the info he needed. “It looks like…” he pauses as the coordinates pop up, the text highlighting as he stops. “Wait, what?” he asks, confusion and dread mixing in his voice. “No. No, that can’t be right.” he pleaded more to himself, but his energy was enough to alert Hongjoong. 

“What is it, Woo?” Seonghwa asks, head tilting.

“No, it can’t be.” Wooyoung hears nothing as he runs the program again, breath hitching when the location once more comes up the same. “Yunho…” his voice is weak as he speaks his brother’s name, unable to make an answer for Seonghwa come from his throat. It’s enough to drive his brother to his chair, looking over Wooyoung’s head. 

“Wait, isn’t that-”

Wooyoung is frantically working on running the grid numbers again. “Tell me I’m wrong.” his voice is quiet, worried, as he bites his lip harder. “That’s not where I think it is, right?” He moves his head so he can look over his shoulder at his brother. “Tell me the program is wrong.”

“Wooyoung…” Yeosang starts, reaching to lay his hand on Wooyoung’s arm. “We designed these programs, there can’t be anything wrong with them. What’s going on?”

“That can’t…” Yunho shakes his head. “Why would there be any reason to go to the boutique?”

“What are you talking about, Yunho?” Hongjoong asks, only turning his head to look over his shoulder in the direction of the brothers. 

“The coordinates that first register is the same address as our mom's shop.” Yunho says, frowning. “It doesn't make sense.”

“Then let's go ask questions, children.” Seonghwa states, moving forward to stand behind Hongjoong and brace a hand at Hongjoong's shoulder.

“All of us showing up would be bad, Hwa.” Yeosang muses, though he's focused on his screen. 

“We aren't all going.” Seonghwa replies. “Yunho and San can come with me, Yeonjun and his boys can start on any tracking that needs done. The rest of you stay here with Joong and relay anything he needs to the rest of us in the field.” his eyes are on Hongjoong as he speaks, their leader nodding. Yeonjun motions his head towards the door and his team heads out, but he glanced worriedly at Wooyoung as he leaves.

“Go.” Hongjoong finally tells his second, eyes turning to look back at Seonghwa. “Be careful.” The please is unspoken, but evident in his eyes, and Seonghwa nods, squeezing the younger man's shoulder before lowering his head to kiss Hongjoong’s hair. 

“We'll be back.” Stepping away, he motioned a hand, Yunho and San immediately moving towards the door. “Woo, Yeo, Jongho, stay here where it's safest.”

“Yes sir,” the underlings said just slightly out of sync as the trio left. 

“Joong?” Wooyoung asked, his tone soft. It's barely audible, but it pulls Hongjoong’s attention to him. “Tell us what we need to do.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Author's Notes:: Hello, my multis! Kallin here with a new update to the Horizon Boys series. This work was originally only supposed to one chapter, but at 13 pages in my google docs for just this part, I made the choice to split it into at least two parts. This is set roughly seven years before In the Morning, so enjoy.

Please do not repost my work.

[barnesbabee]

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WONDERLAND MASTERLIST ⇜ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ - ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ-  ɴᴇxᴛ ⟿

CHARACTER LIST: White Rabbit - Choi Jongho Absolem (Blue Catterpilar) - Kang Yeosang Cheshire Cat - Kim Hongjoong Mad Hatter - Choi San Haigha (March Hare) - Jung Wooyoung Tweedle Dee - Song Mingi Tweedle Dum - Jeong Yunho Bloody Red King - Park Seonghwa

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"Teach you what?"

"How to be a better man, how to have mercy, and compassion."

Unbeknownst to you, a little purple and pink cat watched every step you took. Of course, it wasn't because he cared. Cheshire (unlike many other Wonderland villagers) genuinely wasn't affected by your presence, or lack there of, but the Hatter had asked him, in exchange of a hefty reward, of course, to keep an eye on his beloved Y/N.

While watching over you Cheshire just did a whole bunch of growling and nose scrunching. He hated the sight of the King, and even worse, was the sight of such a man in love.

"Such a shame to be the bearer of bad news dear friend," Cheshire said, not at bothered by the fact that he had bad news to tell "but it seems as if Y/N will be our new Queen."

The cat twirled a strand of his coloured hair around his index finger, as he fell down onto one of the many chairs along with the Hatter's never-ending table.

The Hatter's eyes widened and so did his toothy smile.

"She's carrying on with the plan! She will decapitate him herself and become our Queen! Oh but I'm so happy I could dance the Futterwacken again!"

He clapped feverously and suggested a toast, clearly missing the meaning of Cheshire's words.

"I'm afraid you missed what I meant, Hatter. She will be our Queen, because she will be marrying the King."

The atmosphere suddenly became silent, eerie even. The Hatter's green, sparkly eyes transformed into an ugly, rage-filled, yellow. The man gripped the teacup on his hand so hard it broke, but the rage, disappointment, and growing heartbreak fogged his brain to the point where he didn't even notice the pain, nor the blood trickling down his palm.

The Hatter was rarely angry, but when he was, it was enough to scare poor Cheshire, who didn't hesitate in disappearing into thin air. Or he tried to. Before every bit of his body could be gone, the Hatter grabbed Cheshire's hair, making the cat groan in pain, and threw him on the ground.

"What has he done to her!? Was it a curse!?"

Cheshire caressed his head and stood up to look at the Hatter.

"It wasn't a curse Hatter, she fell in love. After you deceived her and the King showed her nothing but truth and love, the choice was pretty evident."

The reasonable explanation seemed to calm down the Hatter, whose eyes morphed back into their greenish colour. However the dread and panic in his face were still evident. Cheshire, still quite upset at Hatter's tantrum, could see on his friend's face an expression of someone about to spew a terrible, terrible idea.

"We must get her away from the Palace. It's gotten into her head. Let's get her back to us!"

The man-like cat floated back to his usual place in the air, twirling in the process. He chuckled audibly, showing his sharp canines in the process.

"Hmm yes, let's steal her away from the man she's come to love, so she could be with us, the people who lied to her for our own benefit. Sounds like a party if you ask me..."

"A party!?" Haigha exclaimed, his left eye twitching as he smiled widely at the mention of his favourite hobbie.

"That's where the King's behaviour comes in our favour," the Hatter said, patting Haigha's head so he'd sit back down "once he sees her take her beloved Queen away, he will show his true colours, Remember how scared and freaked out she was last time we saw her? She said he seemed really sweet while talking to her until he eventually snapped. Once he snaps, he will freak out and bring out the tyrant's behaviour and scare her away."

It was hard for Cheshire to admit, but his mad friend's plan wasn't so mad after all. It was possible to accomplish what the Hatter suggested, and there was nothing to lose, you already hated them anyway.

The Hatter slapped his thighs and stood up, fixing his big top hat in the process.

"Shall we go?"

Haigha was already standing up from his seat when Cheshire stopped them.

"Perhaps we should discuss the plan further... Something tells me we might need some help from Absolem and Bayard..."

Sneaking you out past the Card Knights would take a lot of help, and Cheshire had already worked out in his head the escape plan. It would take a little pressure on Absolem, as he managed to care even less about the people around him than Cheshire did, but the cat was sure he could get a shrinking cake out of the blue catterpillar. After shrinking you and hatter down to the size of a strawberry, Bayard (the loyal dog friend of Hatter's, that Cheshire tried his best to keep a distance of) would bring you to the White Rabbit's house, as it would be too obvious to come back to the Hatter's cabin.

The cat had no intention to help you, but he did like to see some drama and commotion in Wonderland once in a while, and this was his chance.

Whilst all of the furious planning went on on the greenlands of Wonderland, in the Palace you and the King sat opposite of each other on his bed, gossiping like two high schoolers.

"And then my best friend at the time, Anna, slept with my boyfriend and said it was 'because of a dare'. I forgave her because we had been friends for so long but then she told my crush that I smelled so I stopped being her friend."

The King nodded along and listened attentively (trying his best to cross his legs just like you, but failing miserably) to your story.

"Hm yes, yes, I understand. My best friend ate one of my tarts so I cut off his head."

You couldn't help but scoff at the way he compared the situations, although you reprehended him right after for the heartless act.

He had asked to know of your previous life, how it was back in your world, and so you sat there reminiscing your past for hours on end. Most people in Wonderland came from other places, but Seonghwa had never been elsewhere, as he was born in the Kingdom.

"So this establishment you call 'school', was it like a club you went to where you reunited with your peers?"

"No, no. School was a mandatory thing for all kids, we went there and a bunch of teachers taught us about different things."

"Hm, but all you've told me so far were anecdotes about these friends of yours, what were these classes like?"

You blushed slightly, realizing that in fact, you didn't remember shit from school, aside from past dramas.

"Well, they told us many things about earth, about what makes the world move, about how society works, and what makes things work. We learned about gravity, about numbers, about stars-"

"Stars!?"

The King's eyes lit up as if he was a child whom you had promised ice cream to.

"Yes, stars. Why?"

Seonghwa stood up from the bed in such a violent manner, he nearly fell. The man ran over to his closet, from where he retrieved an old book. The hard cover was beginning to tear, and the once white pages had become a weird mix of brown and yellow, but you took it in your hands nevertheless.

"This book once fell into the Wonderland when I was a child. I was alone most of the time, so it kept me company. I can tell from the images it talks about the stars, and I think I learned a lot from it since I stared at them a lot, but I cannot comprehend the alien language."

The King leaned against the headboard, and you laid beside him, placing your head on his chest, so you could hear his now nervous heart beating fast from the contact. Out of instinct, the King placed his arm around you and pulled you closer, as you opened the book.

You chuckled slightly, after seeing the author of the book and opening its pages.

"Seonghwa this isn't an alien language, it's Italian. Well, I guess it's an alien language to you, but it was funny that you said it that way... The person who wrote it was very influential back where I'm from, he taught the people of Earth many things about our space."

The male listened carefully as you tried your best to explain the things in the book as best as you could.

"This here is what we call the Solar System. It has nine planets, but only one of them has people, this one, where I live." You told him, pointing towards Earth.

Seonghwa noticed how your posture changed, after you remembered once more that you would never return home again, and panicked for a second. He disliked many things, but your tears had definitely gone up to his number 1 on the list.

"How about I ask for a picnic to be arranged in the garden, and at night we can watch the stars."

You turned to face him and smiled as you nodded. Seonghwa's thumb caressed your arm, and you couldn't help but to place a soft kiss on his lips, as a 'thank you'. No matter how many times you did that, the King never seemed to get used to it. He would always feel butterflies in his stomach and fireworks exploding on his chest. Sometimes you felt perverted, thinking of how he'd react if one day you decided to take it... further. You imagined how pretty he'd look... But you decided to take your time. Baby steps...

The King couldn't wait for dinner time, and you could tell from the number of times he had gone up to the window and pushed away the blinds to see if the sun was finally setting.

As he was staring out the window, you came behind him and wrapped your arms around his figure.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

Seonghwa looked around, to make sure no one was nearby eavesdropping. He wouldn't want your secret to being known.

You tiptoed so your lips could be leveled with his ear.

"You're adorable."

Once you got back down and looked into his gleeful eyes, you smiled.

"Let's keep this secret between us!" He joked along.

"Yes, I wouldn't want the other ladies to know and steal you away."

Seonghwa held your face and lovingly placed a kiss on your forehead.

"The other ladies don't stand a chance next to you princess."

Your cheeks heated up and you slapped his chest out of embarrassment. The King's face grew worried and confused.

"Why did you hit me? Have I done something wrong? It was meant to be a compliment I'm sorry I compared you to-"

You grabbed his face and squished his cheeks, making him form an adorable pout with his red lips.

"Seonghwa, it was a good thing. I slapped your chest because I was embarrassed, I was really touched by your compliment."

Once you let go of his face, the King tapped his chin with his index finger, in a pensive manner.

"I have much to learn about our future interactions, I do not understand many things."

You just chuckled and took his hand in yours.

"We have many years ahead of us, you will learn someday."

The small acknowledgment of your future made Seonghwa very happy. Never in his pitiful life had he even thought of being this happy over small actions... Last week the only thing that brought him joy was the sound of a traitor's head hitting the concrete floors of the palace's main area, but since you arrived, a smile was all it took for his cold heart to start beating again.

It didn't take long before one of the frogmen knocked on the door to inform the picnic was ready. Seonghwa didn't let go of your hand as you walked outside, to sit among the red roses.

You had finally come to terms with Wonderland's weird food. You had no choice really...

"Have you never been attracted to anyone, Seonghwa?" You asked as you munched down on a sandwich of... whatever it was.

Seonghwa's expression faded a little.

"Once. I had just become King and I thought that the next step would, logically, be the find a Queen. Every woman displeased me. All but one. She was beautiful, hair as dark as the night sky, tanned skin from the sun, and a beautiful mole under the eye. But she was cold, evil... I thought that it was a perfect match. After all, I wasn't the most caring person. But she would treat me like a servant. Our relationship was purely to serve a purpose to the Kingdom, nothing else. We slept in separate rooms and spent the day apart. We only dined together, but since I saw the same behavior from my parents I thought that that was love. Our wedding had been scheduled long before she moved into the castle, we were simply waiting for the preparations to be finished. Everything was custom made, from the clothes to the flowers on every table. The day before the wedding I walked to her bedroom and found her laying with a servant of mine. You know, back when they weren't... Frogs. I had them both decapitated, of course. And I swore off love forever. That is until you came along."

You flashed him a sad smile and set down your food. He looked awfully confused as you climbed onto his lap, but he didn't protest.

You brushed his dark hair away from his eyes. Both of them. He suddenly felt very exposed and insecure, but you kissed his cheek, reassuringly.

"Ever since I came down here you've shown me nothing but love, and honesty. You didn't try to sugarcoat who you are, or what you've done, and I appreciate your honesty. My place in Wonderland is with you."

The male smiled, and kissed you, a little more passionately than all of the previous times. The male's hands trailed down your ass, and pulled you on top of his growing erection.

"For someone who has never been with anyone you're quite good at this."

"Well I... I lied. I had a fiancé after all, and we laid together but we didn't get far. There was no kissing involved, she just wanted to get it over with since I was the one who suggested we should... do it. But she made fun of me for not being good at it and I became... insecure. I was insecure and for the longest time I've wanted to try it with you, because you give me those special butterflies but I was afraid I'd disappoint you."

"What a cold, heartless bitch!" You thought to yourself. No wonder he was so bad at human interactions, every relationship he had was a trainwreck!

You grabbed his face and placed a long kiss on his lips.

"Well then, let me lead at first. If you start feeling more confident, you can take the lead, if not, I'll stay in control, okay?"

The King simply nodded and kissed you once more. This time deeper than he had ever kissed anyone. Tongues fighting so intensely the King nearly missed the way your hand expediently undid his trousers. Your hand slipped inside his boxers and took out his length. You looked down at the dick in your hand and widened your eye.

"Well aren't I a lucky girl."

You spat in your hand and kissed him again, as your hand worked up and down his shaft. The King was surprisingly very vocal, and he didn't try to hide or suppress any of his pretty moans (and for that you were thankful.

You stopped your hand, right as he was getting riled up.

"Ready for something better?"

The King watched you strip from your panties, and he cursed the frilly dress that covered your womanhood, but as soon as you sunk down on his cock, all of his worries and anguishes washed away. It was automatic, the way he gripped your hips and made you bounce on him as he snapped your hips against yours was something he did naturally as if he truly knew what he was doing. You brought out something different in him, and the King was simply doing was his body was telling him to do.

You gripped his shoulders, overwhelmed with the feeling of having him inside you.

"S-shit Seonghwa, you're good, r-really fucking good."

"Oh yeah?"

He flipped you two around, so he could pound into you with all the strength he had. Your words of encouragement were all he needed.

Your consistent (and loud) moans got him on the edge quickly, and he knew he wouldn't last long.

"Y/N forgive me, but I don't think I can last much longer."

Your hand reached down and began circling your clit, so when he came inside you, filling you up with his cum, you came right after, with a loud cry for his name.

Seonghwa laid on top of you, his face nuzzled on the crook of your neck, trying to regain his breath. You ran your hand through his hair as you did the same, looking up at the sky.

"The stars sure look beautiful today."

[whattodowithkpop]

ATEEZ Masterlist

                               Scenarios

* When You Want A Puppy [Lio]

fluff

                      Hongjoong

* Hiding [Lio]

fluff

                        Jongho

* Budding Relationship [Ju & Lio]

fluff | flowershop au

* Puppy Kisses [Lio]

fluff

* Tiny Whispers [Lio]

fluff | dad!ateez

* Wearing My Shirt [Ju]

spice | husband!ateez

                  Mingi

* Numb [Lio]

fluff

* Wait, Don’t Pull Away, Not Yet [Lio]

fluff

* What is Personal Space? [Lio]

fluff

                            San

* Bank Heist Part I [Ju]

spice | thief au

* Bank Heist Part II [Ju]

spice | thief au

* Don’t Pull Away [Ju] 

slight spice

* No, Not the Panties [Lio]

humor | spicy

                      Seonghwa

* Cold [Lio]

fluff

* I Look Forward To Holding You Close In Bed Soon [Lio]

humor

* Like A Ticking Clock [Ju]

fluff | slight angst | soulmate au

* My Love And The Sea [Ju]

angst | mentions of death | siren au

                   Wooyoung

* Do You Want Me To Kiss It Better? [Lio]

spice | fluff

* Say It [Lio]

fluff | slight spice | song fic

                   Yeosang

* Kisses Like Medicine [Ju]

fluff

* You don’t need to leave so soon [Lio]

fluff

                      Yunho

* Bad Days [Ju]

fluff | slight angst

* No, Like... It’s Just... I I Cant’ Believe You’re Actually Wearing My Clothes [Lio]

fluff

* Not The Panties [Ju]

humor | fluff | slight spice

* Thunder and Lightning [Lio]

fluff

* Shirtless Cuddles [Ju]

fluff

* When The Sweater Paws Come Off [Lio]

fluff | spice

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[zenyye]

I just read through about every ateez fanfic I know of so if anyone has recs help a shistar out 😔

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

@prominence Hendery: mind giving us some more of your fanficiton?

"Say less! Let me tell you about when they first met."

(Ten, in the back: "why would you give him this power?)

~

(Y/N) parked her mech in the normal inconspicuous spot within the SM Building, opting to walk all the way to Inkigayo ("Was it Inkigayo? I don't remember"). She was starved after being put on one of SM's hell diets and she had a tendency to not care about what the company told her to do anyway, something we all envied her for, but right now she had a stage to do with the devilishly charming NCT ANiMA, all members except for Jihyun. (Ten: "Jiaying would kill you if she heard you say that." Hendery: "Shh, don't tell her shit.") When, suddenly, an opponent appears.

(Y/N), with cookies she had painstakingly and lovingly put together, ran into who could only be described as the main antagonist, yes, her soon to be beloved Park Seonghwa, who's intentions for her were unknown even to himself, only knowing that there was a beautiful mech pilot who had encaptured his soul. He knew it was meant to be as soon as he heard rumors of her abilities and exploits piloting mechs and, he doesn't mean to gloat, he's not too bad a mech pilot himself when he's allowed in the main console. It was him who was envious though, while (Y/N) had her own, he had to share amongst seven others.

It had to have been love at first sight, somehow, he'd gotten mech fuel dumped all over him, a fortunate accident you caused, and it was then his eyes had hearts in them. He was in love, and he fell hard, literally, not knowing that our dear (Y/N) had unknowingly fallen for him too, walking with a pep in her step and with a singsong voice, it was so painfully clear to everyone that she was in love, but with whom?

Who was the dastardly villain who stole her heart? Our main lead, Yangyang (Kun: "Oh my god. This again?" Hendery: "SHH I'M NARRATING"), took the task to find out who it was, not knowing his grave mistake until it was too late. This mech engineer had fallen in a trap set by (Y/N), a trap she put together after being heartbroken too many times before (Dejun: "I thought she only had the one boyfriend?" Kun: "I think Yangyang said she's had two, actually.")

Yangyang, somehow, had fallen for his client too. And he fell harder and deeper than Seonghwa could have ever dreamed of.

[multistanisms]

Let Our Circle Be Unbroken; Chapter 2 || Multi-Group

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

PAIRING: Jaehyun x Taeyong, Yuta x OC

WORD COUNT: 5,390

RATING: PG-13

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: N/A

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

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“Both clans?” Jaehyun asks, looking between the two men. A witch having two familiars wasn’t something unusual, but the unconscious woman sleeping against Yuta doesn’t appear to have the necessary elements that Jaehyun is familiar with when applied to multi-familiar witches.

Taeyong nods. “Each familiar is part of their own clan, and you can imagine they can be very protective.” The dragon shakes his head a little, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll get the rooms set up, they’re going to want to be close to her.” He watches the pair for a moment before turning to look at Jaehyun. “You wanna help?”

Jaehyun nodded, following Taeyong up the stairs. Despite the location being the same, the mansion had been changed so much that he isn’t sure he could make his way around. The stairs weren’t old and covered in chipped paint anymore, instead covered in carpet with a polished oak railing. “Did you build this?”

“Build it, no.” Taeyong answered as they reached the landing to the second floor. “It was abandoned when I found it, and really needed some work. But a mansion like this is perfect for the clan, just with the three floors and number of rooms. Without magic, there's already a lot of space for everyone. The fact that the property is so large is even better because the larger breeds will have space to run around without the need to worry about being caught.” There's a smile of pride on his face as he walks, looking around. “Fixing it up took time, but it was worth it.” 

“You did it by yourself?” Jaehyun asked, letting his own gaze look around and take things in. 

“The other clan members helped when they could, so there's a little bit of everyone in the house.” Taeyong replied, leading down a hall with doors on either side and to the end. “Arashi and Yuta's room is the last one on the right. We're gonna get the one across and the one next to it set up, that way everyone is close without completely invading Yuta and Arashi's space. Though knowing Wooyoung, he'll be glued to her side for a little while anyway.” 

“Is he a hound familiar?” Jaehyun chuckles, knowing the way the canine familiars are with their bonded witch or wizard.

“Fox, actually, though I suppose that still makes him a canine.” Taeyong laughed a little himself. “He's definitely an…acquired taste, though. But once you get to know Arashi, it makes sense.” He moved to open the door to the room across from the couple’s room, switching on the light. The room was massive, probably originally two large rooms, but Jaehyun couldn’t really recall anymore when looking at the decor and placement of furniture.

“Three beds?” 

Taeyong nods as he slides open the closet door to pull out more pillows and blankets. “I want everyone to be comfortable, to make this the permanent clan residence.” He gives a thankful smile as Jaehyun takes a stack of the pillows from him. “Once Yuta and Arashi picked a room, we set up the rooms to have space for Wooyoung and Youngjo's clans when they visit.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, how many are you expecting?” Jaehyun asks.

“Fourteen, as long as no new mates have been found.” Taeyong answers, tone distracted as he settles folded blankets at the foot of the bed. “Youngjo’s clan has six, Wooyoung’s has eight. Since they’re connected through Arashi, they’re basically a smaller sect of my clan.”

“So correct me if I’m misunderstanding. Arashi has two familiars, correct?”

Taeyong nodded. “She and Wooyoung were already witch and familiar when she met Yuta.” he answers, helping lay the pillows along the head of the beds before a quiet laugh escapes him. “We all met Youngjo by chance, but his bond with Arashi and Wooyoung was quick to form.”

“Forgive me if I’m intruding, but Arashi doesn’t seem to be the appropriate age to have two familiars. Among other things.”

“Technically, yes, that is true. But I can promise you, there’s a very good reason.”

Jaehyun hums to himself as they step away from their respective beds. “Let me guess. One of those things where I have to find it out on my own?”

“Something like that. It’s not something that's my place to tell.” Taeyong answers, making his way to the door. “Come on, let’s get the other room ready. Then I’ll make sure the three of us eat, though I doubt Yuta is moving for a while. Then we can settle in the den for a while, you’ve had a lot of exertion for your first day on your feet.”

“I’ve handled worse when recovering.” Jaehyun counters nonchalantly as they make their way into the other room, going to the room’s closet to pull out blankets and pillows, letting Taeyong take some of them to place on the beds. This room only has two beds, but Jaehyun finds that one bed has a trundle underneath when Taeyong moves to pop open the bed frame and the mechanism reveals the mattress hidden. 

“You may have handled worse, Jaehyun, but considering the circumstances, I don’t think you want to push yourself.” Taeyong retorts, pausing to look at Jaehyun pointedly. His gaze meets Jaehyun’s and the two look at each other, and it’s similar to reading each other’s minds as they stop what they’re both doing for a long moment. Eyes are locked and bodies still, and for a moment Jaehyun is frozen. They’re locked in some kind of moment that Jaehyun has never experienced, and when the moment breaks, he clears his throat to occupy himself with the task before him.

“I didn't mean to sound ungrateful, Taeyong. Or offend you or Arashi.” The words show that Jaehyun realizes the way he came off. “I want her to be okay, too. She saved my life, after all. To be honest, you all three did.” he replied, trying to push the strange moment out of his mind. It was weird to have the kind of moment he’d just shared with the dragon, as if the two of them didn’t need to speak words to understand each other. Taeyong is right though, it would be a mistake to insult Arashi by ending up back how he started, or by sharing her current unconscious state. “How long has she been out before?” 

“No more than a week when it’s happened in the past. She wakes up faster when Yuta stays with her, not that he'd leave her for long regardless. And of course, having both Youngjo and Wooyoung here will also speed up her recovery time, so…” Taeyong cuts himself off and briefly focuses towards the window as he seems to think, rainbow colors shimmering through his irises before he continues. “Depending on how fast they arrive, she may even be awake in the next few days.” 

“That's definitely a strong bond.” Jaehyun mused. “It’s something very special.” 

“Her connection with her familiars is something she cherishes, no matter how often they can get on her nerves.” Taeyong chuckles at his words. “And those clans protect her as fiercely as we do, maybe even more so. With the exception of Yuta, of course.” Finishing his task, he steps back to look at the room, giving a nod. “Alright, let's get food.” 

Jaehyun nodded and followed the dragon out, stopping to turn the light off on the way out and closing the door. “Are all the rooms enchanted?”

“A few of them. Namely the ones currently claimed. The guest room where we had you isn't, it was that big originally. Though I think you already knew that.” Taeyong answers, leading the way down the stairs. If he senses or smells the shock that courses through Jaehyun, he doesn't mention it as he steps onto the ground floor. There’s a brief stop in the den to check on Yuta and Arashi, the witch’s head tucked into the crook of Yuta’s neck as he pet his fingers through her hair gently. Jaehyun doesn’t hear whatever the two men talk about, mind reeling from the dragon’s words. Taeyong motions for Jaehyun to follow and slips into the kitchen, going about finishing the cooking and prep.

“How did you know?” 

“Hm? Know what?”

“That I know the house.” 

“Warlocks can't portal to a location they've never been to.” Taeyong says as if it’s obvious, putting the salad ingredients into a bowl and mixing them, opening a lower cabinet to pluck a big lid out and cover the bowl. He's walking over to put it into the fridge when he continues. “Once Arashi confirmed you were a warlock-”

“How did she-”

“When you're unconscious, your eyes are their natural color.” Taeyong replied, grinning.

“...what?”

“Didn't know that piece of information, huh?” the tone is teasing but calm as Taeyong speaks, taking in the slightly taller male as he speaks.

“I…no, actually, I didn't.” Jaehyun thinks as he moves to lean against the counter. “She saw my eyes when she checked me over.”

“Mhmm. She took vitals and made sure your body responded before she started working her magic, literally.” Taeyong replied. “She’s a damn good healer, but, as you’ve seen, she can push herself too hard when it comes to taking care of people.”

“I wouldn’t be too hard on her. My condition wasn’t ideal for any healer, honestly.” Jaehyun counters, frowning. “I’m loath to imagine what could have happened if I wasn’t what I am.”

“Let’s not breach that possibility. That’s not a scenario I want to consider for a very long time.” Taeyong is placing the dishes neatly into the dishwasher when he makes a gasp of realization and turns to rush towards the patio door when it slides open with ease. Jaehyun’s eyes are taken from the dragon’s form to the door, eyes widening at the sight. Two men are carrying in a large platter of delicious smelling meat inside, one with bright pink hair and a teasing grin reminiscent of a cat while the other has what Jaehyun would consider a peek-a-boo style hair; top half black and a platinum, snowy blonde color underneath. While the pink haired male greeted Taeyong, the other male remained quiet as he entered, not even acknowledging either of the men inside before disappearing towards the den.

“How dare you leave steak unattended!” The pink haired one scolds Taeyong with a laugh as he sets the platter on the counter. He’s well built, energy playful as he looks around the kitchen. “Imagine if we hadn’t gotten here when we did. Your dinner would be ruined.” 

“You being here so quickly should tell you there were more important things, San. And at least the raw meat wasn’t on the flames.” Taeyong rolls his eyes. “Glasses are in the cabinet by the fridge, both of you get some water.”

“Yeah, only one of us is going to drink anything right this moment. His mind isn’t on himself.” The newcomer, San, answers as he walks over to get a glass and fill it with ice water, pausing when he spots Jaehyun. “You’re new.” he muses, two fingers uncurling from the glass to point at the warlock with a curious purr to his voice.

“San, be nice.” Taeyong scolded as he put the prep dishes into the dishwasher. “He’s new.”

“Oo, are we adopting another member?” San perked a little, eyes shifting from dark brown to heterochromatic blue and turquoise briefly as he grins. 

“That’s yet to be seen, right now he’s just recovering.” Taeyong replied, ruffling pink tresses even as San gave a quiet hiss and fixed his hair with his free hand. “Now be nice and introduce yourself.”

“Yeah, yeah.” San grumbles, walking over to hold out his free hand. “Choi San. And you are?”

Jaehyun arches a brow at the pair before San is before him and he takes the other’s hand. “Jaehyun.”

“You have a surname with that or…?”

“San.” Taeyong scolds again, the tone more parental as he turns to look at San, closing the dishwasher. “Why don’t you take Wooyoung some water or something?”

“Geez, you’re touchy today, dragon-hyung.” San quips, but gets another glass to fill with just cold water from the fridge, heading out of the kitchen. 

Jaehyun watches him disappear, head tilting a little, before he looks at the dragon. “Taeyong…who exactly-”

“San is a mate of one of Arashi’s familiars.” Taeyong answers calmly, concentrating on what he’s cooking on the stove and carrying the large pan to drain it through a colander in the sink. Steam clouds up and he leans away from it before setting the empty pan down on a hand towel next to the sink. 

“I take it Wooyoung is the quiet one?” Jaehyun inquired again, startling a little when Taeyong barks out an amused laugh. “What did I say?”

“I can promise you, Jaehyun, Wooyoung is far from quiet under normal circumstances.” The grin is obvious on Taeyong’s face as he speaks. “His concern is just solely on Arashi at the moment, and that takes up most of his focus. No doubt he’s also able to send intel to Youngjo about her condition.”

Jaehyun allows his eyes to wander to the doorway where San had disappeared into the den area. He can hear talking in the room beyond the swinging door; no doubt between Yuta and the newcomers, as he lets his mind soak in what he's learned so far about the people around him. “He has a slim build for a fox.” He comments thoughtfully, eyes reverting back to where Taeyong stands. 

“That's because of his breed. Island fox shifters don't typically bulk up like some other breeds.” Taeyong replied, going to the table to get the plate of steaks San and Wooyoung had finished making. “I just have to put everything together, you can go out with the others if you want.”

“Are you sure?”

Taeyong turns to look at Jaehyun, giving a reassuring smile that Jaehyun can't help but return. “Our kind tends to put focus on a wounded party or friend first. It's who we are as nonhumans. I don't expect you to be different on that front, even if you're recovering from wounds yourself.” 

Jaehyun wants to negate the words in some way, but deep down, he knows it isn't possible. Especially not with his own history of helping people. Taking a breath, he sighs and moves to lay a hand on the dragon's shoulder. “Just let us know if you need anything?”

“Ten minutes and I'll be letting you guys make plates.” Taeyong promises. “Go on, get to know them a little. I won't be long, I promise.” Jaehyun manages a chuckle, nodding and turning to leave the kitchen to join the others currently chatting in the den. 

“-by tomorrow morning, give or take.” San was saying as Jaehyun walked in. 

“Hongjoong didn't want the others to rush, but he knew I needed to be here.” Wooyoung added. “So naturally someone had to tag along.” A pointed look is given to San, who returns the sass just as easily with a wide grin all his own. 

“I was not about to let you go off alone, especially when we've only been to Neo Manor once since Yongie found it.” San countered, reaching to ruffle the ebony tresses at the top of Wooyoung's head. “Dumbass.”

“The important part is that you got here safe, boys.” Yuta says, distracting the pair from each other. “Arashi will be thankful enough for that.” His eyes drift to where Jaehyun stands, a relaxed smile curving his lips as he takes the male in. “Jaehyun, come join us. I believe these two were a bit forgetful of manners upon their arrival.”

“Only Wooyoung.” San comments nudging the male in question, who swats at his arm.

“It's quite alright.” Jaehyun replied. “His focus was on Arashi, I can't fault him for that. I do the same thing when one of my charges is in need of help.”

“Charges? What are you, a witch?” Wooyoung asks.

“Warlock, actually. I run a network of safe houses.” He explained, walking over to take a seat on the chaise across from the loveseat San and Wooyoung occupy. “I'll have to make contact with my current visitors just so they know they're still safe. I wasn't expecting the events occuring.” 

“Life happens that way sometimes.” Wooyoung replied, shrugging a shoulder up. “It's not always all bad, though. Sometimes you end up being better off from it.” His smile is warm, encouraging despite the current situation of his master being unconscious. “That's one thing I've learned from Arashi.”

“She's at least thirty years younger than you, Woo.” San counters. 

Eyes shift in color to a soft gray as Wooyoung rolls them. “I meant how I met her,” he replied. “That situation was one of the worst in my existence. It could have ended a lot more terrible than the event itself, if not for her.” 

Jaehyun tilts his head a little at the words. “If it isn't intruding, how exactly did you meet?” Wooyoung's eyes find Jaehyun’s, and the fox holds his gaze as he clearly thinks. Jaehyun is fully aware of the movement of San’s hand to Wooyoung's knee even as his eyes take in the fox. After a long silence, Wooyoung's head tilts and he begins to speak.

“I didn't have the greatest childhood.” He began, eyes closing. “I found out about my familiar gene as a kid, and it wasn't ideal.” He stops, taking a slow breath that triggers San’s hand to move and take his hand, lacing their fingers together. “By the time I met San, I had no trust for witches or warlocks. Hongjoong, our captain, understood and didn't force me to be around him, which is part of why I decided to stay with the Aurora Clan. San and Yeosang helped me find my footing, myself, really. Without the Auroras, I don’t know if I ever would have found out what it feels like to be happy.” As he speaks, he moves closer to the arm of the loveseat, closer to Arashi and Yuta, so he could reach out and lay a hand on her knee over the blanket. “We were all out for a holiday when we were attacked and got separated. I ended up hurt really bad, passed out despite the sheer terror of being alone and hunted. That's when she found me, just a little fox curled up and bleeding despite trying to stay hidden from attackers. She took me back to her place, got me cleaned up and bandaged. Took care of me while I was near death. I don't know when I changed back into human form, but that's how she found Hongjoong and Seonghwa, who came to check on me.” He laughs a little, more to himself than anything, adjusting so he could half lay on the arm of the couch to lay his head on the arm outstretched to the witch. “She could have done a lot worse, but all she did was keep me alive while she found my clan. It wasn't how I had come to know witches to be, the only exception before that was Hongjoong.” His eyes slowly swirl back to dark brown, watching Arashi sleeping for a long moment. “She could have kept me, held me prisoner.” 

“Arashi has a heart bigger than an ocean.” Yuta mused softly, turning his head to kiss Arashi's temple. “Her capacity to care for others is unparalleled, though my opinion is likely a little biased.”

“You don't have to be her mate to recognize that capacity for love, Yuta. It's just…who she is.” Wooyoung says. He looks at Yuta, the two having a silent moment of communication that curves Wooyoung's into a fond smile. 

“It's a unique attribute, one often taken advantage of.” Jaehyun mused. “I'm glad she found the right fit.” 

“With a clan as big as Neo, there's a lot of support. Even not knowing every member, I know she’s safe with all of them.” Wooyoung replied. “Arashi is the initial bridge that brought our clans together, and for that I'm happy.” The sound of a phone vibrating brought the men from their conversation as San pulled his phone out of his back pocket to look at the screen before he grimaced a second.

“It's Hyunjin.” He says.

“Oh fuck, I forgot to tell him we had to leave.” Wooyoung’s eyes go wide as he sits up, a mix of emotion on his face as San answers. ”Let him know we’ll be back as soon as Arashi’s awake.” He lets his attention switch to Jaehyun as San answers to speak with the caller. “So how long have you been around, Jaehyun?” Wooyoung asked suddenly.

The question takes Jaehyun off guard, and it takes a minute for him to fully register. “I’m sorry?” 

“You’re the newest addition, right?” Wooyoung asks. 

“Not exactly. It’s…complicated.” Jaehyun replies, taking the bowl of food that’s offered to him with a grateful nod. “But as far as time here, apparently about two weeks?”

“You were hurt pretty bad, then.” San mused. “Arashi’s magic doesn’t wane so easily.”

“From my understanding, yes. I must apologize for being the cause of her current state.” Jaehyun replied.

“The important part is that you’re okay. If you were still in bad shape, that would be a reason to apologize.” Wooyoung chimed.

“Hongjoong would smack you for that.” San mused drolly, shaking his head. 

“I said what I said.” Wooyoung retorts confidently, and the relaxed atmosphere continues as everyone begins eating.

“At least it won’t get insane until tomorrow.” Yuta smiled as he answered, tone teasing and obviously content to stay where he was. “For now, all of you worry about getting fed.”

“What about you?” Wooyoung asked, head cocking to one side as he watched the vampire. “You need something, too.”

“I’ll be fine for now, Wooyoung.” Yuta assures. “All of you eat. Yongie and I can show you the rooms after.” 

“Oh, our rooms are ready?” Wooyoung chimes, stopping mid-bite to look at the dragon. “When did they get finished?”

“Arashi still has a few things to bring in, but the main stuff is complete for the clan rooms.” Taeyong replied. “There's plenty of room for mates to have their rooms, as well, but the concern wasn’t on that at the time.”

“Wooyoung doesn't care. As long as he has someone to cuddle him.” San teased, nudging his mate. 

“Says the plushie hoarder.” Wooyoung countered, sticking his tongue out playfully. 

“I prefer the term collector.” San corrected, pouting a little despite the laughter in his voice. Wooyoung leaned over to kiss the male, further apologizing with a nuzzle before going back to his food. Dinner went by with idle chatter, and by the time everyone had eaten and dishes were being done by Jaehyun and San, Yuta was adjusting to carry Arashi upstairs to their room. 

“Let me help,” Wooyoung scurries to the vampire's side, following up the stairs.

“Thank you, Woo.” 

“Of course.” Wooyoung replied. “You don't have to take care of her alone, y’know.”

“I never thought I did. I know you are always going to be there. Kind of like a little brother.” Yuta replied, nodding to the door so Wooyoung could open it, following the fox inside. 

“Hard to believe a few years ago I hated you.” Wooyoung mused, pulling the blankets back on the bed and stepping aside.

“You didn't hate me, Wooyoung. You were unsure about me, about my bond with Arashi. As is your right as her bonded familiar, especially given her past.” Yuta explained as he laid Arashi down and brought the blankets up to her chest, making sure her arms were free. “I could never fault you for that.”

“Doesn't mean I had a right to act like a brat.” Wooyoung countered. He’s quiet for a moment before looking at Yuta. “You know…you don't talk a lot about your past, even though I’m sure Arashi knows some of it.” Wooyoung replied as he perched on the large wicker chair near the bed. “But I know something happened, hyung. And I’m sorry for how I acted back then.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Wooyoung. I would act the same way with my sisters’ mates.” Yuta answered. “But yes, you would be right about something happening, ototo. I'm grateful that you’ve never tried to pry, believe me.”

“Will you tell me one day?” Two pairs of eyes meet and Wooyoung can see the mixture of emotions in the older being’s gaze as the vampire simply looks at him. Finally Yuta breaks away to look at Arashi, brushing the back of his hand along her jawline.

“One day, Wooyoung. For now, though, just know that there is nothing either of us wouldn't do to keep her safe.”

“...Hyung?” Wooyoung asks softly, head tilted to one side in concern.

“Hm?”

“Your eyes.”

Yuta glances up, crimson-gold irises once more locking on Wooyoung for a confused moment before it clicks and he closes his eyes. Slow breaths are taken in and then suddenly, he's still as stone. While it’s startling to see the change, it takes Wooyoung barely a few seconds to realize that Yuta is reigning himself back in. The fox adjusts to sit cross legged in the chair, hands folded in his lap as he watches the vampire. When Yuta's eyes open, they're back to the human color Wooyoung is familiar with - a rich, dark brown like fresh coffee. “You okay now?”

“I'll be better when she wakes up, for obvious reasons, but I'm passable for now.” Yuta teases, chuckling. The sound is a comfort on Wooyoung’s nerves; the last thing he needs is to try and level his master's mate while both of them are worried for her. “You can come on the bed, you know.”

“I'm okay just being in the room right now. Your scents are stronger here, obviously, so it helps.” Wooyoung replied. The words seem to catch Yuta off guard, and he tilts his head as he looks over, a brow arching curiously at the fox.

“Our scents?”

“You can’t be too surprised, you are her mate after all. And you’re soul bonded. Your scents begin to blend a little bit after a while.” Wooyoung replies. Still cross-legged, he leans back in the chair. “Your scents already complimented each other, but since they’re starting to share notes from each other, both of them have the same effect. I can still tell you apart by which part of the scent is stronger.” He’s well aware that even as Yuta settles into the bed next to Arashi, the vampire is listening to him. “Her scent has always been earthy, like a waterfall in a forest. Your scent has more floral notes, like lilies and cherry blossoms.”

“Her scent has always had that earthy tone to it.” Yuta agrees, but there’s a tone to his voice that gives Wooyoung pause. “It’s not something easily mistaken.”

“I like it, and your scents compliment each other really well, so it’s calming for me.” Wooyoung replied, choosing not to mention the sound he could hear in the elder’s voice. “But, ya know, I am a fox, so that has a lot to do with it. I’m sure at least part of your scent has to do with your homeland, though. It’s beautiful scenery.” 

“Osaka is beautiful,” Yuta agreed. “For most of my life I never even thought of leaving the clan territory, let alone Japan.” He goes quiet for a moment, and Wooyoung can sense the brief flash of emotions, eyes shifting to the natural golden green as Yuta pets fingers through Arashi’s hair. “Obviously, things changed.” 

“Do you miss home?” 

There's a long pause before Yuta speaks again. “Sometimes, yes. Mostly I miss my sisters, the scenery. That's the part of home I miss.” 

“That’s understandable. At least Kaiya and Fumiko come to visit, though.” 

“They're actually overdue.” Yuta chuckles. “But yes, it is nice that I get to see them.”

“Would you go back?”

“As in to live?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s a good question. There's a lot of negativity in my mind that goes with being home, and I like the life I've made outside of that world.” Yuta answers, giving a thoughtful hum. “What about you?”

Wooyoung shook his head without hesitation. “Not a chance. Not without my clan or Arashi.” 

“I knew Arashi found you in bad shape, nursed you back to health while she found Hongjoong and the others.” It's quiet as Yuta speaks, eyes watching Wooyoung as he turns on music at a soft level. “I'm sorry you had to go through rough times, Wooyoung. Even though I don't know the exact details, I do know you deserved better.”

“That may be true, but without my past, I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't have found San, or Arashi, or even you. If going through what I did was the path to get me where I am now? That's just how it has to be, and I accept that past so I can cherish what I have.” He smiles encouragingly at the vampire, adjusting to half curl into the soft fabric of the chair. It's the first time they've had a deeper kind of conversation, usually they banter like siblings. Wooyoung is glad regardless after their rocky start. He knows they've come a long way from that first meeting.

“Accepting your past as a way to being who you are is a good view to have. It can help when you're healing.” 

“We're never fully healed, Hyung.” Wooyoung replied. “We just learn to handle what we've been dealt.”

Yuta chuckles as he nods. “Very true.” He agrees, looking up towards the door. “San is coming.” he nods towards the door, smiling as Wooyoung pops up to go to the door. Sure enough, San stands with a hand raised to knock when Wooyoung pulls it open. 

“Hello handsome,” Wooyoung practically chirps, leaning to steal a kiss. “Come to join the fun?”

“Fun?” San shakes his head a little, ruffling mates hair. “You're chaos incarnate, I swear.”

“It's why you love me.” Wooyoung steps aside to let San inside, closing the door quietly.

“Wooyoung, behave.” Yuta scolded, though there was a playfulness to his tone.

“I'm used to him, Yuta-hyung.” San replied, easily finding where Wooyoung had perched and sitting in the chair. The moment he's comfortable, Wooyoung joins him, tucking his face into his neck and relaxing into him. “How's our favorite healer?” 

“She's starting to relax and her scent is leveling back out.” Yuta replied, fingers still brushing over Arashi's arm. 

“I like that, it means the overload wasn't as bad this time.” Wooyoung mused softly. “How bad was the warlock when he got here?”

“Jaehyun was in pretty bad shape, from the blood and mess I helped Yongie clean up. Arashi and I weren't here at the time. It took us a little while to get here, by then he had the bleeding stopped and wounds wrapped. Arashi did a vitals check before she did any kind of work on him. She used her magic to keep him asleep while she worked, that spell was in place for about a week. Even after she broke that spell, it took a few more days before he woke up this afternoon.”

“It was the magic to keep him comatose. It drains her more than any other magic she casts. She should have used a potion.” Wooyoung explained, contently curled into San’s arms. “With that knowledge, she should be okay in a day or two, especially once our little bird arrives.”

“For now, we all need rest.” Yuta explains. “No doubt we'll have a lot to cook and I don't want Yong trying to do it all by himself.”

“I'll take first shift in helping.” Wooyoung volunteers, tucking his face into San’s neck, closing his eyes. 

“Thank you, Wooyoung.” Yuta responds, adjusting the music to a comfortable level and keeping an eye on the two shifters before allowing himself to lay down completely, unsurprised when Arashi moves towards him subconsciously. A quiet chuckle passes through him before he's singing quietly to her, fingers caressing through her hair as he allows himself to fall into slumber as well.

[atinytokki]

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Chapter 11: Call to Action

The sun was a few hours off from sinking, and reflected brightly off the water when Eden glanced outside to starboard.

Maddox hadn’t spoken to him aside from the bare minimum needed for orders in the past few days.

Eden knew he was processing everything as well as he could— reuniting the crew, Hongjoong being alive, supernatural occurrences— but still he sought him out when he felt the air had grown too tense and gave his quartermaster an outlet to take things out on.

“The wind is with us today,” he remarked casually, sneaking up on Maddox where he stood at the railing and watched the ship’s wake flow continuously alongside them.

“A good sign,” Maddox agreed, eyes still fixed below. When one too many moments of silence passed by, he finally turned to look at his captain. “Did you come to give orders?”

Eden shook his head and let Maddox slowly realise he had come just to talk.

“Strange, isn’t it?” The quartermaster finally said, restless. “Look at us. In our prime and sidelined from the fight for our existence.”

“It feels familiar,” Eden acknowledged. “I don’t like it.”

After all, he had been useless on the Mystic’s island for months, and self-isolated in the east for even longer. It was time for that to change.

“This isn’t like it was back then,” Maddox sighed, searching his face before explaining. “The pirate islands are more than unified, they’re fervently preparing for battle. Sure, they rallied around you before. But this…”

“Hongjoong renewed that hope?” Eden finished for him, no hesitation colouring his voice. He knew what his former apprentice was capable of.

Maddox nodded and a fond smile was on his face. “They’ll be singing anthems for him. His whole crew, really. They’re survivors, all of them.”

Eden had only met them for a short time what felt like ages ago now, but they had the same drive that connected them even then. It made sense that they had found each other.

Sometimes, when he thought of Hongjoong he thought of the orphan on the beach, a hollowed out husk who had thought there was nothing left for him in life.

It was hard to imagine a person he’d seen grow firsthand becoming a symbol practically overnight.

“I’m sorry I didn’t let the world know he was alive sooner,” Eden confessed, slowly and heavily as the implications washed over him. “We need to find him.”

“No,” Maddox cut him off, and it stunned him for a moment, but he let the quartermaster go on. “His crew needs to find him. They will settle for nothing less. I’ve felt their pain and, at the same time, it surpasses me. They have a connection so deep I can hardly understand it, Eden. One closer and stronger than ours.”

The captain wanted to protest, but he knew Maddox was right. “We split up because we didn’t feel like a crew anymore,” he tried to explain for his quartermaster. “With Hongjoong gone, I thought I had failed. And even when I heard news of a Pirate King… I realised that you were right all along. By taking him under my wing, I both saved him and ruined him.”

Everyone had known the Dread Pirate had been in a dark place ever since the fire ship ambush, but Maddox had missed his final abandonment of the Stardust crew when he was imprisoned on that island by the Navy.

“I knew you were alive, thanks to Youngsaeng’s letters,” Maddox recounted, cold eyes accusing him. “But I was left behind, Eden. I don’t like being left behind.”

The truth was trickling out bit by bit, like sand grains poured out of a bottle.

“I want it to be like it used to,” he continued, gaze on the western horizon where the sun was nearing the water. “When we had Hongjoong with us.”

Eden had felt the same way when he encountered the ATEEZ. Hongjoong wasn’t a boy anymore, but it had been strange to be under his authority instead of the reverse. He’d been through so much, more than he had the last time Eden saw him, and every moment of loneliness, every scar sustained between those meetings had a profound impact on who he was now.

Eden knew he needed to speak with him again, whether Hongjoong wanted him or not.

“He has his own crew now,” he reminded Maddox. “I don’t like being left behind either, but we can still be there for him. Just maybe from the sidelines this time.”

He would make it up to him. He would make it up to his whole crew on the ATEEZ, as well as his own. His absence had brought them about, it was only right that he respond to their bravery the way that dozens of captains had decided to on Geobugi; by being present.

As if in answer, the shrill call of a hawk approaching from the southeast reached their ears.

“A messenger bird!” Youngsaeng called, collecting the hawk when it swooped toward him in the rigging and landed gently on his arm.

It carried a message from the ATEEZ, and Eden hurried to read it.

Quickly skimming the page, he interpreted the coded instructions and turned to report them to his crew.

“They’ve run into trouble,” he said simply. The nature of that trouble was unclear, but they had made a promise and it was time to keep it.

“Change our course, we’re going to Ama.”

___

“So how do we get to Ama, exactly?”

Yunho kept protective arms over the charts as he sat in the longboat, bobbing gently up and down with the waves as they worked along side the hull of the ATEEZ.

He motioned to the map in response to Jongho’s question and replied, “I’m hoping this will tell me, given all the trouble we went through to get it.”

“Pass me three gripfast nails,” Seonghwa interrupted, holding out a hand expectantly and keeping the other one in place where he’d positioned a plank to take the place of a damaged one.

Mingi’s sailing in the currents had done a number on their hull.

“Which ones are those?” Jongho asked, flustered, as he pawed through the piles of  supplies they’d brought in the boat with them.

“No, use ringshanks! They’ll hold better!” San called down from the main deck, where he was walking around the ship with Mingi, trying to readjust his leg to the motion.

“Why don’t you come down here and do it yourself, then?” Seonghwa whined, loud enough to be heard on the deck but not really expecting a response.

“I happen to be occupied at the moment!” San shot back before his head disappeared and he resumed his stroll with Mingi.

“I don’t know what a ringshank is either,” Jongho deadpanned, moving out of the way when Seonghwa simply reached over and grabbed the nail San had suggested.

“Does anyone have the slightest idea how to set a course for such a tiny island without missing it?” Yunho sighed as he looked up at his two longboat companions, both of them blank-faced.

It seemed everyone was trying to do everyone else’s job, and all their hands were full.

Not for the first time, Yunho wished they had their missing members. He would have to apply himself in order to get the ATEEZ to its destination, and hopefully find them soon enough.

“No, but Mingi might,” Jongho pointed out. “Didn’t he do some navigation work with Hongjoong before Yeosang came on?”

“Mingi needs to heal, let him rest,” Seonghwa scolded quietly from where he drilled boards into place methodically, focused on his work even as he listened to the conversation around him. “I can take a look if I must. Yeosang showed me his charts a few times.”

Desperate for help of any kind, and always at ease when Seonghwa was guiding him, whether it was his area of expertise or not, Yunho gladly scooted over on the bench and braced for the boat to rock as his hyung stood from the bow and moved to where he held maps.

“Patch this up, will you?” Seonghwa requested, handing Jongho the hammer and nails as he passed him.

“Right,” Jongho smacked his lips before turning to the hull and trying to figure out how best to  continue fastening the planks on effectively.

“I believe this is where we are,” Yunho updated the boatswain quickly, pointing to the surrounding atoll and then to the plot on the map. “In terms of time, that’s two days off or thereabouts from Ama. But any  deviation even a point to one direction could send us wildly off course, even with the stars to follow.”

He pulled the star map out next, letting Seonghwa take a good look and shifting it to the side when he nodded.

“It’s a bit more difficult to correctly aim for such a small place on the map when all we’ve had to do thus far is head due south.”

“How did you manage to get from the mystic’s island to Namhae?” Seonghwa asked, setting the charts side by side.

“We argued about it,” Yunho summarised with a snort. “And then we prayed and hung on while the storm blowed us towards the island. It’s like Hongjoong always says—”

Seonghwa swallowed and looked away.

“Well, said ,” Yunho corrected. “Sometimes the ocean wants us to get somewhere, and sometimes it doesn’t.”

“And when San left the inn at Namhae without any charts, stole a boat, and escaped the Navy?” Seonghwa pointed out. “How did he manage that?”

“He kept the coast in view the whole time,” Jongho supplied as he drove a nail into the plank with relative ease in one powerful stroke. “And he sailed too far south, in fact. Right into Haemin territory.”

“Do I hear someone slandering me down there?” San’s voice called, and again he poked his head over the rail and looked down at them, Mingi mirroring him.

Seonghwa changed the topic quickly as soon as he saw the quartermaster.

“Oh, Mingi! You’re good at arithmetic,” he pointed out, standing with the charts and tucking them under his arm so he could climb up to the deck. “Would you mind helping with some calculations? Otherwise we might end up missing the island entirely.”

Yunho watched him go, relieved, and then simply sat back and folded his arms. The burden of navigation was off his shoulders for now.

The call of a seabird disturbed his peace when he let his eyes drift shut as the boat rocked gently.

It landed on the water some distance away and Yunho watched it dive below the waves and come back up swiftly, something in its beak.

“There’s a school of fish over there,” he remarked dully to a distracted Jongho, still pounding away at the hull of the ATEEZ.

Yunho’s suspicions were confirmed when another pair of birds dived in and caught fish for themselves. The flock was growing and Yunho continued to watch with mild interest as the ecosystem of this particular lagoon was on display.

“Bad news,” said Jongho succinctly after sticking his head underwater to check the lower damage. “There’s a cut below the waterline. It may be leaking into the crew compartment, I don’t know.”

“I think they would’ve come complaining if it was,” Yunho snorted. “Hongjoong’s failsafe layer must’ve worked.”

Just like Seonghwa, Jongho pursed his lips and avoided Yunho’s gaze at the mention of their captain.

Yunho had no chance to insist to them both that it was fine to mention Hongjoong’s name, that acting like he never existed was only serving to hurt them all more. Jongho charged ahead and started explaining, “We can fother a sail over it, which may or may not work and will certainly take up time. Or I can swim down and patch it up myself, which, considering the fact that I can breathe underwater, wouldn’t waste resources and wouldn’t be too difficult.”

Yunho sighed through his nose at Jongho’s textbook method of deflecting his emotions with rational observation, the way he always did, but considered the idea nonetheless.

The flock of birds attacking unseen fish had increased in size and the entire cluster was floating their direction.

“Seonghwa won’t approve,” came the obvious objection. “It’s turned into a full-blown feeding frenzy over there. There might be sharks.”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Jongho smirked, and the smile was such a brief flash of the mischievous boy Yunho remembered from before that he couldn’t bring himself to protest further.

Yunho just wanted to see him happy again.

If they weren’t being attacked with sea creatures and enemies, they were tearing themselves apart on the inside.

“Alright, be careful,” Yunho gave his permission officially, knowing Jongho didn’t need it and might have gone ahead regardless.

Without another word, Jongho pocketed a fistful of nails and dived below the waves, board in hand.

Now Yunho was alone to watch anxiously from the boat and wait for the job to be done. The flock of gulls was steadily advancing on their longboat’s position, and he could now see the dark mass under the waves, undoubtedly a school of fish being picked off one by one.

“Jongho, hurry,” he muttered, knowing the master-at-arms wouldn’t respond anyway.

Yunho was leaning over the edge of the boat to see, tipping it accidentally and then jerking back to avoid falling in, and his straw hat fell off and disappeared below the waves. Unfortunately, unlike Jongho, Yunho did not have the supernatural ability to breathe underwater.

A moment later, the hat shot up from the water and was tossed toward the longboat. Yunho caught it and turned to see Jongho surface and climb into the boat again, rocking it a bit too much for comfort.

“Are you alright?” Yunho asked quickly, checking for any sign of injury, whether a breathing issue, collision with the boat, or animal attack.

“Fine,” Jongho waved off his helping hand. “You’re starting to sound like Seonghwa.”

“You know he’ll blame himself if anything happens to us,” reminded Yunho gently as he packed the supplies away. “Clearly he hasn’t stopped shouldering responsibility for everything since Hongjoong—”

“I see what you mean,” Jongho confirmed with a subtle nod, hearing Seonghwa approach and look down at them from the deck.

“We have our heading,” the boatswain informed them. “Are the repairs finished?”

“Yes,” Yunho called back. “But I don’t think we want to stick around and explore the lagoon.”

When Seonghwa tilted his head, not knowing what he referred to, Yunho pointed out at the flock until Seonghwa took note of the feeding frenzy.

“I’d rather not be lowered a few pegs on the food chain,” he quipped to keep the boatswain from panicking.

“Right,” said Seonghwa curtly before turning to the crewmen presumably on the deck behind him. “Haul them in.”

As they secured the ropes to the longboat and allowed themselves to be pulled up and swung over the rail, Yunho and Jongho gave each other a meaningful look.

Anxiety and dogged pursuit were taking over, and it wouldn’t be long before things reached a breaking point.

“Were there rocks visible near the lagoon entrance?” Seonghwa asked as he helped them out of the boat.

“Not that I saw,” Jongho answered, not divulging the fact that he’d gotten a look from underwater as well as above.

“Let’s leave tomorrow at high water then,” Seonghwa suggested, eyes on the horizon. “Just in case.”

___

It was deathly quiet.

Neither the calling of birdsong nor the crashing of waves reached Hongjoong’s ears as he lay in the sand, hot sun scorching his closed eyes.

He kept them screwed shut as fragments returned to him, pieces of the events that had led to his waking here, somewhere eerily silent.

And still, this was too familiar.

It had been three times now. Three times that he washed ashore, having lost everything.

Once on his side with a bleeding head, the morning after his parents had drowned in the typhoon. A second time on his face, the afternoon after the Stardust had been sunk with the navy’s fire ships.

From the sound of things, Hongjoong had washed up again on yet another deserted beach, but not deserted by choice.

His memory began to return as a few fingers twitched to feel the ground beneath him. This time he was on his back.

It had been the wave.

Such a sudden force of nature had required his full attention and teamwork from the soldiers.

As his thoughts turned to Wooyoung and Yeosang, Hongjoong’s eyes wrenched open.

The sky was still that blinding blue, though a pair of hazy clouds stretched across it. No trees filled in the edges of his peripheral vision.

He wasn’t on the deck of the Black Crow, which meant he had been washed away from it and somehow survived.

If Yeosang and Wooyoung were trapped below—

No.

No, they couldn’t be…

History would not repeat itself a third time.

Throat dry and strained, he tried calling out their names.

It took a few tries, but rolling over onto his knees, Hongjoong pushed himself into a kneeling position and glanced around to catch sight of them.

There was nothing, no one. Complete and utter destruction, as far inland as the jungle that stretched through the middle of the island.

Hongjoong’s jaw dropped as he took stock of it; structures toppled, boats washed inland, trees bent sideways, and the silence—

The silence was deafening.

As long as he looked for it, he found no sign of human life other than his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Underneath him was grainy dirt, not sand, and it was with growing dread that Hongjoong realised he hadn’t even washed up on the beach.

There was no beach.

Finally staggering to his feet, Hongjoong turned towards the jungle, hoping the Black Crow was hidden there amongst the trees— the only trees still standing within a mile radius.

Anything else was either flattened, or under the surge of ocean water that no doubt would begin to recede in the coming hours.

Pushing through the pain of straining an already exhausted body, Hongjoong searched under every boat wreckage he found, so many of them smashed to bits that any of them could be part of the Crow without his realising it.

More than a few lifeless faces stared back at him when he uncovered their dead bodies, quickly moving on while pushing away the thought that Yeosang or Wooyoung could be next.

The ocean dare not take anyone else from him.

With growing frustration, Hongjoong ripped a cabin door off its hinges and peeked inside, finally discovering the bodies of their Haemin captors. It seemed they’d had the same idea to put to sea in another boat, only setting out much too late and being caught in the second surge.

He tossed the door to the side and moved on.

Past the first few trees, a coughing sound caught his attention.

He wasn’t alone.

“Hello?” He called back, willing his legs to carry him up the hill before they gave out. “Who’s there?”

Though they didn’t seem to hear him, the person coughed again and, rounding a corner, Hongjoong finally found the source of the voice.

“Wooyoung!”

There he was laying in the dirt on his side, racked by a cough that looked painful, jostling his healing ribs.

The gunner gasped in surprise at Hongjoong running up and hugging him, partially from the suddenness of the affection and partially from relief.

After a moment, he lifted his arms to return the hug before asking in a gravelly croak, “Where’s Yeosang?”

Hongjoong shot back and searched Wooyoung’s face before admitting, “I haven’t found him yet. You were together, right?”

Wooyoung nodded and painfully sat up. “We tried to escape the flooded decks, but water rushed in through the hatch and we… we must’ve floated out at some point…”

Resisting the urge to bite his lip anxiously, Hongjoong swept his eyes over the surrounding area. “We need to find him. Can you walk?”

“I think so,” Wooyoung answered, clearing his throat and accepting his captain’s hand before being helped to his feet. “He was ahead of me, so the water must have pulled him out first. He should be back on the beach.”

“The beach is underwater,” Hongjoong reported gravely, starting back in the direction of the sea nonetheless. “Maybe he… maybe I missed him when I was looking in the debris.”

Wooyoung saw his uncertainty and his eyes welled up, lower lip beginning to wobble at the prospect that he’d lost Yeosang after all.

“No, Wooyoung, look at me,” Hongjoong drew his attention, placing firm hands on his shoulders before he could crumple to the ground. “We’ll find him. Whatever it takes.”

Throughout the following hour there were more than a few scares as others called out for help, the number of conscious survivors slowly growing but only by a few.

The black water of the surge began to recede, and took with it both bodies and wreckage. Hongjoong and Wooyoung needed to pick up the pace.

Wooyoung refused to split up, searching the debris himself but always within view of Hongjoong, afraid that anything could separate them again.

A strangled gasp from his direction sent Hongjoong returning to his side to see what he’d found. There was a smear of blood across a destroyed plank, connected to a trail that led down the beach.

“It’s fresh,” Hongjoong confirmed. Already of the same mind without needing to discuss their plan of action, the two set off to follow it, fighting down the dread of what they might find at the other end.

The owner of the blood had been moving down the shoreline this direction, but the trail began to run cold as spots on the sand grew infrequent.

Just as he was about to assure Wooyoung that this was a positive development, that it meant the person had gotten the bleeding under control, Hongjoong rounded the corner and nearly tripped over Yeosang.

“Yeosang!”

He and Wooyoung exclaimed in unison, reaching down to lift their navigator off the  ground where he appeared to have fallen and checking him for injury.

A large gash ran down his forehead, his own hand pressed there to stop the flow of blood, and there was a dazed look in his eye.

“You’re alive!” Yeosang choked out, standing to greet them, albeit unsteadily.

“We’re all alive!” Wooyoung gasped in excitement, the sheer joy on his face standing out in contrast with their bleak surroundings.

“We’re alive!” Hongjoong repeated aloud, suddenly giddy at the near miraculous outcome of such an experience. “I’ve no idea how, but—”

“We’re all alive, and we’re together…” Yeosang pointed out, taking each of their hands in his and holding on tight.

The tears in his eyes welled up and spilled over, catching on like they were contagious, so the three of them stood there laughing hysterically all while crying harder than they’d allowed themselves to in months.

“The ocean lost this one!” Hongjoong snickered, detaching himself to run to the waterline and give the shallows a weak kick. “Take that!”

Following after him, Yeosang and Wooyoung each gave the sea a punishing slap, quickly turning their frivolity into a game of splashing each other.

Until Yeosang stumbled and needed to be led back to solid ground, all three engaged in a bout of lighthearted tomfoolery, not caring that the moment was approaching when they’d have to grapple with the future and simply being drunk on their own survival for a moment.

“I didn’t see the second wave coming,” Hongjoong admitted in a daze as soon as silence had fallen.

“No one did, captain,” Wooyoung tried to console him, unable to keep from laughing at the absurdity of it all. “It was behind the first wave.”

Yeosang chuckled and opened his mouth to add something, but found himself blinking blood out of his eyes again and stopped.

“Your head…” Wooyoung remembered, sitting beside the navigator to get a better look at it. “We ought to do something about it.”

“Perhaps there are supplies somewhere, or something laying around that we can use to bandage you…” Hongjoong trailed off, looking around the immediate area and finding little of use.

“It doesn’t hurt too badly,” the navigator tried to reassure them, but both Hongjoong and Wooyoung had been imprisoned with him in Namhae. They knew this was a reopening of the old head wound he had sustained in the torture there, and that much more dangerous as a result.

There was a sharp intake of breath from Hongjoong, and when Wooyoung glanced over he saw blood coating his hand. Not Yeosang’s blood.

“What—?”

Cutting himself off, Wooyoung watched Hongjoong open his jacket and reach a hand inside only to find more blood.

His wound from the execution had reopened.

With only the slightest expression of annoyance, the captain dropped to the sand next to Yeosang and heaved a sigh.

Wooyoung looked more nervous now, and pressed his fingers together anxiously.

They weren’t broken anymore, but thinking of the days in that cold prison cell brought back the phantom feeling. Pain and loneliness.

He was running a mantra through his head; they won’t leave me, we’re going to be alright.

Hongjoong put a hand on his shoulder.

“Let’s just… rest for a moment.”

___

“Seonghwa!”

One voice broke through the fog of panic that had descended on his brain. Hongjoong’s voice.

“Here.”

A hand reached out towards him, and finally Seonghwa turned from the ledge of crumbling floor tile he was clinging to and tried to reach back.

“You’re too far away,” he muttered, trying to keep the shaking of his voice to a minimum. Any moment now, he’d lose his grip, and Hongjoong was too far away.

Dark, cold eyes landed on him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Seonghwa knew he’d only dredged up a memory, but he waited patiently nonetheless, fingers brushing Hongjoong’s as he climbed lower and strained to reach him.

Distantly, he registered the scene playing out; others below yelling at them to stop, Hongjoong instructing Seonghwa to jump.

Grunting with effort, he released the wall and pushed off, flying for a moment as freely as he had that first day he set foot on the ATEEZ, before Hongjoong’s hand found his and he was snatched from the jaws of death just in time.

Hongjoong cried out as he caught him, the sudden pressure on his arm reopening the gunshot wound in his shoulder.

“What— you were shot,” Seonghwa heard himself say aloud while he tried to stop from swinging back and forth.

He was slipping on Hongjoong’s blood again, falling through his fingers no matter how hard the other tried to pull him up.

“Don’t let go,” Seonghwa cried, a different plea than he had made in the moment. Any rational thought was now banished at the sight of sticky, trailing blood, primal fear invading his senses as he felt himself slip again.

The blood won out in the end, and Hongjoong lost his grip, but this time they didn’t swim through murky water and crawl their way out to the sunlight.

Falling through the abyss while the scream was snatched from his lungs, Seonghwa snapped awake and stumbled out of bed.

His hammock swung gently in the dark from the momentum and the boatswain tightened his grip on it to calm his breathing.

The floorboards were cold and a glance outside the stained glass windows at the night sky explained why. It was snowing.

A sharp gasp from the bed on the other side of the cabin distracted him, and Seonghwa found his feet moving of his own accord, going to see who had made the noise.

There was Hongjoong, muttering in his sleep as he thrashed around in a nightmare of his own.

Knowing by now that there was nothing he could do until his captain awoke, Seonghwa silently padded to the galley and began preparing the tea.

Ever since Jongho had joined with his tempestuous dreams and disturbing prophecies, the infirmary had sleeping draught in stock to coax him back from the edge of nightmares, although now the stores were dwindling as they ambled north to rid him of his curse.

Admonishing himself for spending everything on hearty foods and warm furs for the arctic instead of buying more ingredients in Geobugi, Seonghwa returned to the cabin with a steaming cup of tea, sleeping draught mixed into the chamomile.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and watching Hongjoong finally jolt awake, a realisation began growing in the back of Seonghwa’s mind that he was, in fact, still dreaming.

He refused to admit it to himself, and placed the teacup in Hongjoong’s hands as he sat up and froze in surprise.

“What… what’s this?”

“I made myself some tea,” Seonghwa lied offhandedly. “Didn’t feel like finishing it. You can have the rest.”

Too frightened to express any concern verbally, he sat there until the cup was drained, taking it from Hongjoong’s hands before he dropped it and guiding the captain’s head to rest on his shoulder when it was clear the draught had begun taking effect.

“That’s not just tea,” Hongjoong mumbled while he fought the pull of sleep. “It’s the medicine, Jongho’s medicine, isn’t it? We’re almost out of it and he’ll forget you next, you shouldn’t have…”

Seonghwa shushed him and pulled the blanket up again. Hongjoong wouldn’t remember it in the morning, and even if he did, he couldn’t stay angry for long.

A chill swept through the curtains and despite Seonghwa’s efforts to warm them both up, the body beside him was growing increasingly cold.

He could feel himself waking up, and again he refused.

The room was becoming hazy, the dream bleeding away into waking life but Seonghwa held on, tears filling his eyes in distress.

“How many times will I have to lose you?” He whispered hoarsely, knuckles white as he clung on to the fabric of the blanket, to the feeling of his dream. There was a pounding noise somewhere outside that slowly registered as knocking.

Hongjoong tilted his head, shifting it from Seonghwa’s shoulder in confusion. He was only a figment of his imagination who didn’t know he was disappearing even now.

“You could never lose me.”

The tears spilled over and Seonghwa was suddenly afraid he would die again right then and there, that perhaps it was the tea that poisoned him, Seonghwa who had killed him—

“Don’t… don’t close your eyes,” he begged, voice raw with pain that had been buried for months. “You have to live, I can’t take care of them on my own!”

Hongjoong shook his head and chuckled at him, as if amused that Seonghwa would ever think he needed to take care of the crew by himself.

This ghost from the past had no idea what he’d done to them in the present, not even when the knocking grew and Jongho’s voice sounded from the door.

“Hyung?”

“No!” Seonghwa protested angry now. “No, I can’t do this! Please!”

“Hyung!”

He opened his eyes and Jongho was shaking him.

“There you are,” the younger boy sighed when he finally met his gaze. “Are you alright? You were screaming.”

It was night still, and Seonghwa was drenched in sweat and tears, slowly sitting up to console Jongho that things were fine.

“Just a nightmare.”

Still hardly able to breathe, he shifted the focus off of himself with a question, “What are you doing up at this hour?”

No one else was in the captain’s cabin, with Mingi confined to the infirmary at night on the doctor’s orders.

“It was my watch,” Jongho answered simply, slowly as if he were speaking to a child. “Yours is next, that’s why I’m here.”

Usually Seonghwa would scold him for his sass, but tonight he said nothing and walked away, throwing on a robe and stepping outside the cabin.

That was the signal to Jongho that something was wrong.

“It was a bad dream, wasn’t it?”

He followed the boatswain belowdecks to the galley where he began making tea out of habit, treading carefully with his words.

“Not particularly,” Seonghwa answered, but his heart wasn’t in the response, regardless of the fact that it was technically true.

He’d had worse nightmares since that day.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Pausing where he hung the kettle over the fire, Seonghwa considered it but decided against. All the guilt and anguish accumulated since the execution were neatly packed away to deal with on his own, and the fact that they burst through the seams in his sleep didn’t mean he was losing his grip on his emotions.

“Is everything alright?” Jongho asked again, quieter this time, when Seonghwa neglected to answer the first question. He seated himself at the table and folded his hands patiently, ready to listen.

“Things are fine,” Seonghwa brushed it off, pouring hot water into his cup as soon as it was ready and listing all the reasons when it became apparent Jongho wouldn’t accept his answer. “Repairs are underway, everyone’s injuries are healing, the messenger bird has been sent to the Stardust, and soon we’ll be meeting them at Ama.”

Outwardly, things were actually improving for once and no trouble had found them in their secluded lagoon.

Inwardly, it was a different story.

Seonghwa felt lonely. There was a chasm in his heart and it ached terribly.

“You don’t have to hold everything together you know,” Jongho pointed out with a gentle hum, already more aware of the real issue than he should be.

“I couldn’t if I wanted to,” Seonghwa scoffed, still trying to divert the younger’s attention. “The ship breaks apart at the drop of a hat. It’s like she’s… unhappy.”

“You know that’s not what I mean,” Jongho cut him off, firmness in his gaze even while his tone remained soft. “What’s been going on with you?”

Finally dropping into a chair and downing half of his tea in one swig, Seonghwa accepted the inevitable. There was no getting out of this conversation. Jongho was too observant.

“It’s the dreams, Jongho,” he sighed heavily. “They’re not like the ones you used to have, they-they don’t come true. Sometimes, I wish they did. Just so I could speak with him again.”

Shaking his head with frustration at himself, Seonghwa hid the tears springing to his eyes behind another gulp of his drink.

“That’s not a burden you need on top of so many others, hyung,” Jongho argued, persistent in his attempts to make eye contact with the increasingly agitated Seonghwa.

Hot blooded anger coursed through his veins, bitterness at Hongjoong for abandoning him like Mother had years ago. Like it seemed everyone always did, even when he promised himself not to get attached.

This was why he never settled down. This was why he held everyone at arm’s distance now.

“Can anything be heavier than the burden I already bear?” He ground out hoarsely, finally looking up and into Jongho’s deep brown eyes, terrifying him deeply. “I was there that day Jongho. I was there and I let him die, alone.”

Jongho couldn’t keep his eyes from watering at this admission, and needed a moment to turn away and breathe deeply before scooting his chair closer to pull Seonghwa into his arms.

Ever since he’d joined the crew, he wasn’t one for initiating physical affection, but slowly his walls had been broken down as he’d received more and more, especially from Seonghwa. There was nothing else for Jongho to do now, except to hold him tightly in return and fight to keep the tears out of his voice.

“You’ve been so strong,” he whispered. “So strong, hyung.”

A sob was caught in Seonghwa’s throat as he clung on, suddenly feeling very small again.

“But I failed.”

“No one believes that,” Jongho insisted. “Please listen to me; this wasn’t your fault. Guilt will consume you like it consumed me when I thought I had killed Wooyoung and Yeosang, and I can’t bear to see it. You don’t deserve this pain.”

At this Seonghwa cried, finally releasing the emotions he’d fought so hard to keep from showing around the others. There was still the smallest worry in his mind that Jongho would think less of him for letting it out, but the younger boy simply rubbed his back and muttered quiet assurances.

“You don’t need to pretend for our sakes, I mean that,” Jongho’s voice broke through gently.

“It’s been so long,” Seonghwa hiccupped, blinking red-rimmed eyes as he looked up at Jongho. “Why can’t I move on?”

“I don’t think any of us have moved on,” came the response, honest and raw even though it appeared in a lost whisper. “We’re doing our best. Please, say you’ll be here, together with us.”

Jongho needed him. All the officers did. They were traumatised, each of them, and Seonghwa wouldn’t leave them alone to the darkness of their minds. There was no chance of overcoming those feelings by themselves.

And so he nodded, and wiped Jongho’s budding tears for him before the favour was returned.

“He visits you in your dreams, doesn’t he?” The younger boy asked, a knowing lilt to his voice.

Seonghwa nodded. A shadow at least, often only the image of him, sometimes haunting and sometimes merely a memory.

“Me too. We have to cherish it, hyung,” Jongho declared, cupping Seonghwa’s face in his hands. “The fact that we can be together somewhere, if not in waking life.”

___

Yeosang wasn’t sure how long he’d dozed off when he opened his bleary eyes to see the grey world around him. He was in someone’s lap, and Hongjoong was stroking his hair and humming something mindlessly.

At least, he thought it was Hongjoong. A few blinks later, he realised he was correct.

The captain’s white hair had dried and the buttons of his navy uniform were undone, but it was most certainly him and when he noticed Yeosang was awake, he stopped singing and smiled down at him.

“Welcome back. Feeling alright?”

“Hm,” Yeosang tested out his voice before responding, a bit hoarse. “Better. You?”

Hongjoong pressed his lips together and looked away, merely humming in response.

Yeosang exhaled through his nose and let his eyes fall shut again. He hadn’t been entirely truthful, as the light was still bothering him, but the lessened pain could be attributed to the fact that the sun was setting, and he’d now slept the day away.

Again, Hongjoong’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Are you shivering?”

“Why shouldn’t I?” Yeosang frowned, even as he realised he was, in fact, trembling quite violently. “I’m soaked to the bone.”

Regardless of how long he’d slept there, the dampness of his clothes hadn’t lessened. Perhaps because they were lying in the shade, under one of the last palm trees left on this stretch of beach.

“Wet officers’ uniforms will get us nowhere in enemy territory,” Hongjoong pointed out, unfastening his collar and peeling it away.

“So shall we use palm leaves to make new ones?” Wooyoung snorted, entering Yeosang’s field of vision briefly and squeezing his shoulder.

“No, I don’t think we’ll want coats now anyway,” Hongjoong muttered, knowing the question was in jest but answering anyway as it raised another problem. “It’s entirely too hot.”

A moment of quiet passed by, and Yeosang’s eyes almost closed of their own accord again. The pounding in his head had started to return, and even though Hongjoong’s hand continued to card through his hair rhythmically, there was a stickiness in it that made Yeosang wonder if his head wound was bleeding again.

If he faded into the memory, it was Wooyoung’s hand wiping away the blood and dirt— his good hand, not the broken one— and Hongjoong was absent from his cell, being interrogated someplace where his cries wouldn’t escape the stone room. Guilt settled in the pit of Yeosang’s stomach and he began to understand why his captain had played the piano and filtered out his own screams.

If he let himself relive the dungeon on Namhae, his mind was again wholly consumed with the dread of seeing Admiral Kim next, when the lieutenants tired of beating them, unable to glean any information whether they flogged, drowned, or starved the pair. And in the end he had been freed, and Wooyoung with him, because of one little mark on his skin that once had branded him an outcast and now set him apart as untouchable.

Yeosang forced himself back to the present, where voices were creating a plan. As much of one as they could create in the middle of nowhere with next to nothing.

“We should hide in the jungle,” Hongjoong said regretfully, as if he had considered all other options first and come up empty. “The Crow is here somewhere. I don’t fancy being recaptured.”

A chill passed through Yeosang again, not from the damp uniform this time, and Hongjoong held him tighter until it was gone.

The Crow was here somewhere. Admiral Kim was here. Either alive or dead, and Yeosang much preferred the latter.

The thought of spending his days in the musty depths of that ship again was a harrowing one. Yeosang had no idea how Hongjoong had survived alone down there for months before he and Wooyoung had come, but he’d rather not repeat the experience either way.

Surviving on their own, washed up on a foreign island that had been stricken by the ocean almost upon their arrival, was likely the better alternative.

At the very least, they knew they would have Hongjoong’s experience to help them.

“Can you walk?” The captain asked, and Yeosang nodded in answer, head merely shifting up and down against Hongjoong’s chest, before confirming with his body.

Sensing that he had agreed prematurely, Wooyoung came to help him stand and, supported between the two of them, Yeosang got to his feet and steadied himself.

Murky seawater was draining away, and the ground grew firmer as they moved uphill. Trees were more densely packed and the smell of the earth intensified.

Yeosang’s senses heightened as they fully entered the jungle, the sight of the ocean behind cut off from view for the first time since he’d left his mansion at Bundam.

“Let’s get that coat off you,” Hongjoong offered, passing most of Yeosang’s weight to Wooyoung and helping him out of the jacket before removing his own and throwing the three of them over a tree branch, where they hopefully wouldn’t be seen.

The sound of fabric ripping came from beside him, and Yeosang turned to see Wooyoung tearing the sleeves of his blouse off. He handed one to Yeosang and one to Hongjoong.

“To use as bandages,” he explained like it was obvious when the pair looked at him in confusion.

Yeosang flashed him a grateful smile while Wooyoung secured the cloth around his head, soaking up the blood and conveniently keeping the sweat out of his eyes as he advanced into the trees.

“Alright, you’re next,” the gunner attempted to convince Hongjoong. “Shirt off, let me bandage you.”

“No, it’s alright, really,” the captain tried to argue back. “We should save the sleeve for when Yeosang soaks through the one you just gave him, he’s bleeding much more than I am.”

While the two went back and forth, Yeosang continued into the jungle, remaining in earshot but curious to see if he could balance on his own.

Using the tree boughs to support him, he moved uphill at a steady pace, concentrating his strength as best as he could.

He glanced back at the others and informed them he was ready to go on, but they were too wrapped up in their conversation to notice.

Yeosang kept moving anyway.

His head was clearing the further he went, perhaps because the constant noise of rushing water was absent.

Instead, there was the quiet hum of forest, not completely unlike the woods back home near the mansion, but wilder in its unfamiliarity and more mysterious the deeper he ventured.

Something caught his attention when the sound of voices had drifted away.

A pile of uniforms, hung over the branch of a tree.

Had he gone in a circle?

When a wave of dizziness hit him the longer he stared at it, he leaned against the tree to catch his breath and considered how he must have arrived there.

Wooyoung and Hongjoong weren’t standing beside it as they had been when Yeosang walked away, and though he couldn’t be certain he’d only walked for a few minutes, there was no way they could have disappeared that quickly.

Inspecting the uniforms closer revealed something unexpected.

They were lieutenant uniforms, decorated with medals and sashes that the lower ranking soldiers didn’t have. So, unless Yeosang had hit his head harder than he thought, these weren’t their uniforms and this wasn’t the same tree.

He sucked down a panicked breath. The officers had survived and were here somewhere. While that was likely good news for the stowaways, it meant the Admiral could be alive as well, which was decidedly not.

“Where is he?”

“Yeosang! Which way did you go?”

Muffled shouts came from the brush behind him, but Yeosang soldiered on without responding, following the trail of discarded clothing— hats, shoes, and blouses littering a newly beaten path through the jungle— and hoped Wooyoung and Hongjoong would follow.

It was like his head was full of cotton, detached from himself and somehow feeling none of the pain as he wandered in the direction everything pointed to. Even the palms were bent away as if beckoning him.

Just up ahead, a particularly large tree had met its match but not fallen. There, cradled in its boughs, were two ships that bled into one as Yeosang blinked the fog away. He must be hallucinating.

A man-of-war had been washed up and stranded there by the tsunami, and as Yeosang stepped closer hesitantly, still hiding behind a palm frond in case he was seen, he caught a glimpse at the colours she had been flying and the name written on the aft.

It was the Black Crow.

___

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𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐥𝐥

Chapter 10: Crossroads Pt. 1 

(Warnings: Violence and blood)

The morning sunshine that filtered through the trees was much softer than the light that blazed through the porthole of Yunho’s room back on the ATEEZ.

Still, he found himself wishing he was waking up in his own comfortable hammock instead of this massive net that dug into his sides and made his neck prick with aches and pains.

As Yunho carefully shifted to stretch his leg, a soft groan from next to him reminded him to check Eden’s wound.

“Is he awake?” Jongho’s whisper from across the net startled him but he shook his head in response.

“I don’t think so. His pulse is so weak.”

It made Yunho bite his lip with worry. Blood had soaked the netting underneath Eden and dripped onto the ground far below. He wondered if it would attract more predators.

“There’s... nothing we can do...” Jongho hiccuped, tears freely rolling down his cheeks.

His gaze was locked on Eden’s face, pale as a sheet with a layer of sweat covering it. The older pirate was unmoving and barely breathed.

So much blood had been lost, it was a fool’s hope to think that he might survive, even if help arrived this instant.

“Eden? Eden, please, just stay with us a little longer,” Yunho shook him gently, paling at how lifeless he was. The bandages had soaked through with blood, even as he rushed to clamp his hand down on the wound.

There was no telling how long he had left.

“I’m sorry, so sorry...” 

Eden’s tired mumbles went on until his eyes twitched open, a faraway look deep within them. “I’m sorry for hiding the truth...”

“What’s he talking about?” Jongho wondered aloud, freeing his limbs from their positions and trying to move closer.

Yunho could only shake his head helplessly. “No idea.”

“It’s alright, Eden,” he directed his words at the fading pirate. “W-We forgive you.”

Jongho was shaking Mingi awake and scrubbing at his face. He wasn’t sure why exactly he was crying so hard. He barely knew Eden, it wasn’t as if he was a particularly sentimental type. 

Mingi stirred from his sleep and quickly pieced together what was happening.

“How do we explain this to Hongjoong?” He said quietly after a few moments had gone by and Eden had fallen unconscious again.

Yunho swallowed his fear and met his gaze, eyes shining with worry nonetheless. 

“Oh, not you lot again.”

An annoyed voice from far below broke their melancholy spell. It was the woman they had come here in search of, crossing her arms and glowering up at them. She looked exactly the same as she always did, beautiful and ageless, with a glint of amusement in her eyes. “What are you doing up there?”

Jongho spluttered and craned his neck to catch a glimpse of the witch. “Well, excuse me, but—”

“Thank the heavens,” Yunho cut him off, gripping the net with one hand and clutching Eden with his other. “We really need your help.”

... 

Wooyoung bit back the instinct to complain as he hoisted San’s unconscious form onto his back for the trek to the old seaside carpentry shop.

He and Yeosang had confirmed that the old couple’s house was above it, just as San said it would be, and the least dangerous way to get San there was to knock him out and carry him with them.

So Wooyoung kept his grunts to a minimum and led the way up the dirt path.

He and Yeosang were again elected to be the spokesmen for the little group, and with a deep breath, Yeosang drew up to his full height and knocked to the door.

Whatever this was, it had better work.

“Just a moment! I’ll be right there.”

The voice of a young woman floated down from the second story and Wooyoung’s shoulders relaxed. This must be his sister.

The door squeaked open to reveal a bright-eyed lady probably around their age, who immediately took on an expression of horror at the sight of a sleeping San draped across Wooyoung’s back.

“Oh my, is he alright? Can I help at all? Would you like to bring him inside?”

Her rush of concern had Wooyoung wishing he had a quicker tongue or at least a backup plan and then throwing a questioning glance back at Hongjoong.

Hongjoong tilted his head.

It was almost imperceptible, but to Wooyoung, it was a clear order.

Don’t bring him inside. There’s too much at risk.

Wooyoung cleared his throat and smiled at her before taking a slight step back.

“Actually, I’ll stay out here with him. The, uh, the sea air will... benefit his health.”

It was a poor excuse and Wooyoung had to strain to keep the cringe off his face but the woman nodded seriously and opened the door wider for the others.

Yeosang smoothly took over the talking. “You must be surprised to have a group of strangers turn up like this on your doorstep! We don’t mean to intrude, but San has always talked about going back to see his sister and—“

“Sister?”

Yeosang faltered at the pure cluelessness in her voice. Had they come to the wrong house?

“You’re San’s sister, aren’t you?” Seonghwa asked quietly.

For a moment, recognition washed over her face and then she smiled, leading them upstairs to a living room area and motioning for them to sit while she explained.

“Oh! No, no I’m not. I’m the new owner of this shop, I’ve been planning to turn it into a bookstore actually. But I was warned by the old couple who lived here prior that a certain Choi San might drop by one day. None of you would happen to be him, would you?”

Yeosang’s mouth opened and closed until Seonghwa swooped in again to save him. “Pardon me, but, was there a young woman with this old couple? Did she move off the island too?”

The lady took a seat and a thoughtful frown formed on her face, brows pinched together as she tried to remember.

“No, actually... there was a young lady but...” Here she looked up at them and shook her head. “That lady died. Her death was the reason they sold this place.”

Yeosang felt a chill wash over him.

San’s sister was dead then.

He exchanged a warning glance with Seonghwa and Hongjoong both before politely smiling and getting to his feet.

The young woman started after them, stuttering something about offering them tea, but Yeosang gracefully cut her off.

“My apologies, we really don’t want to bother you,” he turned on his most charming smile and bowed as the others exited behind him. “The person we were looking for seems to be gone.”

“I’m sorry,” the woman said, sincerity shining in her eyes as she bowed back and showed them to the door. “Feel free to come back if you need anything at all.”

The moment the door was shut, Yeosang couldn’t hold back his sigh.

Wooyoung had been waiting, and quickly stood, pulling up a semi-conscious San who had been laying on the grass next to him. “Finished already?” 

Seonghwa cleared his throat and answered him even as his eyes lingered on San.

“We have some bad news.”

...

The temple looked exactly as Mingi remembered it.

Reddish-orange wood beams masterfully assembled into a high pagoda, a bright beacon that stood out in contrast to the surrounding foliage, and the majestic waterfall that stole their glances to the cliffside. It was as breathtaking as it was when they had been there last, a group of six.

Nothing about this place had changed, but Mingi felt as if he were different.

“How have you been?” He asked awkwardly, clearing his throat when the woman didn’t seem to hear him.

“Well, as good as can be expected. One of my cats was killed last night.”

Jongho blinked as he realised what the mystic was hinting at.

“So the jaguars are yours?”

She turned around and smiled at him. “They protect the island, yes.”

“You have magical powers,” Mingi scoffed, mostly to himself. “What do you need guardian beasts for?”

The woman’s smile fell and she ascended the steps gracefully, ushering them in. “My eyes are often elsewhere,” she said simply.

She gestured to a sofa in the main room and went about gathering things from the adjacent pantries while Yunho laid Eden down as gently as he could, trying not to jostle his leg. He listened for the shallow breaths he had come to recognise and exhaled with relief when they came on schedule.

“I’ve been following the proceedings of the royal family from my watchtower,” the woman mentioned. “I didn’t know of your arrival here, so I apologise for the hasty actions of my cats. Although, to be fair, it’s been a long time since anyone has taken the eastern path.” Here, she stuck her head back out to smirk at Mingi.

“Why are you here, boys?” She finally asked, returning to them with all her medical herbs and supplies.

Mingi and Yunho glanced at each other, thinking the same thing. Where do we even start?

“You remember San?”

The mystic hummed in agreement, even as she whispered some chant and rubbed an unfamiliar substance into Eden’s wound. He didn’t stir from his slumber.

“Well,” Jongho took over the explaining. “He’s possessed and we need your help banishing the demon.” He went to hand her his little book of incantations but it was waved away while she continued to sprinkle a mysterious powder over the wound.

“He showed no interest in dark magic when I saw him last, as a new officer on your ship,” she responded, still somewhat distracted with Eden. “What happened?”

Jongho sighed and turned the small book over in his hands. “He got mixed up with Babylon’s spellbook and summoned the demon accidentally.”

“I’m surprised you don’t already know about this,” Yunho mumbled. “What with your crystal ball and your prophecies and your watchtower and everything...”

“Demons are exceptional at disguise,” she tossed back over her shoulder as she stirred various wild plants and substances into a jar. “I knew Babylon was stirring up trouble, I didn’t know about this particular development.”

“There’s a chant in here,” Jongho explained, bringing forth the book again. “None of us can read it so we thought to ask you...”

“Why didn’t you simply bring him here?” She interjected.

Mingi sighed. That would have been the preferred alternative, but this was their best chance, he had to keep reminding himself.

“The demon was threatening to kill him,” he said softly. “San bought us some time by setting out for Namhae. They’ll arrive in about a week and a half.”

The mystic halted her stirring and sighed, mumbling something to herself. “I’ll search for him later,” she decided, transferring the contents of the jar into a mug and motioning for Yunho to prop Eden up. “Make sure he drinks all of this. He’s been on death’s doorstep for a few hours now. It’s a miracle death hasn’t come to collect him yet.”

Yunho nodded and watched her bandage the leg wound with clean cloth. “There are rooms for you to rest in through there,” the woman pointed out past a balcony to an upper wing of the temple. “Rest while I gather my resources. What you ask of me is no simple magic trick.”

All three of them nodded and graciously thanked her before following her directions, Yunho keeping an eye on Eden should he regain enough consciousness to drink his medicine.

There was a balcony with a view to the waterfall, and its misty spray was sweetly scented in a way that reminded them of their island in the east. An unclaimed utopia they could lose themselves in.

Jongho sunk into one of the plush beds that waited for them, his long, uncomfortable night in the net catching up with him. Still, something was on his mind.

“Why does it feel like we’re sacrificing San for Eden?”

Mingi looked up from where he was emptying his bag. He had found it hard to ignore the same thought, but sighed and resumed unpacking. “We’re still days ahead of the ATEEZ, don’t worry.”

“And besides,” Yunho smiled over at him. “We can trust the mystic. She’ll do what she can for both of them.”

The trio quickly learned that time worked differently on the island. A few hours’ nap lasted until sunset, and Mingi was startled to have slept the entire day away in what felt like no time at all, but the woman reassured them when she entered with plates of food that it was normal to have to adjust to the fleeting notion of time. 

Still, it made him anxious to know what had been discovered about San while he was out like a light.

“It was easy to find San due to the concentration of mystical energy around him,” she reported, settling in a chair and watching Eden intently. He still hadn’t woken. “But I can’t cast a spell on him if he’s not in one place.”

Yunho froze in the middle of chewing his bite of fish. “You... what?”

“He’s currently in motion,” she tried to explain, sighing at the difficulty of it. “Sending a spell to someone while he sails... it could go terribly wrong. It has in the past.”

“So this was pointless then?” Jongho moaned, the bread fisted in his hand looking decidedly less appetising.

“No, there is still something I can do,” the woman smiled at him and tilted her head towards her watchtower. “I’ll call up the incantations now, remotely, and when the time is right they will come into effect.”

Yunho scoffed at this. “When the time is right?”

“Yunho, is it? Clearly you know nothing of the rules of sorcery. Rarely are solutions so simple,” she shook her head with amusement. “I need the cooperation of whatever part of San is left. This spell locks onto human emotion, and if San regains enough control over his emotions to activate it, the demon will be banished from him.”

Silence stretched over them. Somewhere deep down, they all knew it would come back to San.

He had summoned the demon, and it was his responsibility to drive it out.

But Yunho would not let this trip be in vain. “San’s emotional enough, that’s for sure,” Yunho smirked, trying to raise their spirits with a pinch of optimism. “He’ll present the right opportunity soon.”

But this meant they had to wait. And waiting was not something they were good at.

It was a week and a half of flipping through books that didn’t make much sense to them, watching Eden sleep and waiting for him to wake (the mystic said he had to be convinced), exploring the immediate area of the island but pointedly avoiding the “cats”, and sleeping off as much time as possible.

Time was swinging over their heads as anxiety pounded into them.

Every day, the mystic checked San’s position, and every day the answer was the same; at sea. No development. It was a blessing and a curse.

Until one morning, when the mystic shook them awake and summoned them to her watchtower. The crystal ball pulsed on the table in front of her.

“I’ve found him. He was sleeping soundly for awhile but has last awoken. Now his soul is... it’s in agony.”

Mingi spluttered at the choice of words. “What? Agony?”

“He is experiencing extreme sadness, the strength of which is temporarily overpowering the evil entity in his body,” the woman returned like it was obvious.

“You can overpower a demon with negative emotions, too?” Jongho whispered, fascinated, before quieting again so the woman could continue.

“If both of us try hard enough,” the mystic promised, eyes glazing over as she prepared to begin. “Yes.”

...

San didn’t know what to expect, but it was not this.

Wooyoung’s face appeared, separating the fog in his mind, and his lips were moving. The sound reached San but he blocked out the rest of it because he did not want to know what followed those heartbreaking words.

More heads popped up, Yeosang’s concerned eyes and Seonghwa’s pained expression, but San couldn’t focus over the ringing in his head.

Someone was screaming and it sounded like the voice of the demon, but when he paused he noticed his voice was raw.

It flashed white hot and then burned him, a molten pain that ripped his insides apart. He was separating the demon from himself.

A new voice came to him, whispering in his head, and he was tempted to throw it out too but he hadn’t heard this one before and it was a friendly, encouraging presence.

I’m with you, she said. Keep fighting, you’re almost there.

When he opened his eyes again, Hongjoong was in front of him, pulling him off the main road and into a cluster of trees. His eyes darted around, afraid someone would hear screams and be curious.

“It’s... I’m almost...” San choked on his words, inhaling sharply at another pain in his head. “He’s almost gone.”

He didn’t see their reaction to this declaration, eyes rolling back in his head as the fight in his mind intensified.

The demon was being snuffed out, his resistance weakening and his assets spread thin. 

His trembling voice promised everything San could ever ask for if he only let him live, let him stay. Simultaneously, San could feel him trying to jump out and into someone else even as his presence was ground to dust.

San clung on to whoever’s hand was in his and remained firm. The blackness drained from his veins as he hammered down again and again on the demon. He wasn’t banishing it, he was destroying it.

Aided by a sudden surge of energy, the help of an outside spell being granted to him, he swung his blade down on it one last time, the agony of its dying scream escaping through his own mouth and the pain rendering him unconscious.

Yeosang rubbed his arm until he awoke.

Tears were on his face, and they flowed freely as he grasped each of them in a hug. Save for his own sobs and the gentle ambiance of the seaside, things were quiet. San had never been so grateful for the quiet in all his life.

“I’m so glad you’re back,” Seonghwa whispered into his ear as he held him tightly, blindfold cast into the wind without a care.

San could only nod against him and cry harder. He had missed everyone, more than he could bear.

“Drinks are on me,” Hongjoong said with a bright smile as he pulled away. The road back to the inn was quiet but bursting with joy. San was among them again— mind, body and soul. The serene contentment that had settled over them would not be disturbed. Not for now, at least.

It was one thing at a time when they pulled up their chairs around the table they had claimed in the corner of the pub. San was famished, probably thanks to the demon stealing any of his enjoyment out of the food he had consumed while possessed. 

When he slowed down enough to look around at the faces of the people around him, it gave him pause.

“Everything alright?” Wooyoung prompted carefully. He kept looking at him like he was afraid he might get struck by lightning suddenly. That probably wasn’t going away any time soon.

“Yes, I was just remembering,” San responded after a moment. “Drinking together after your promotion. We were wasted but you told us your story, and I told you mine.” It seemed like ages ago now.

His face fell as he let the loss of his noona wash over him again.

“Haneul... she’s really gone, isn’t she?”

Yeosang met his eyes and hummed in response. “I’m so sorry for your loss. The woman living there says your grandparents moved away. Maybe we can track them down somehow at least...”

San’s eyes misted over and he gazed forlornly into his cup. “I think I’ve known for a while, deep down. She was marked for death ever since I was a child, but... but why couldn’t she have waited for me? I got the money for her medicine now, maybe she would have survived.”

Seonghwa rubbed his back tenderly as soon as tears began to roll down his cheeks again. “It wasn’t your fault,” he soothed him. “You did everything you could, San.”

Everyone at the table agreed.

When San crawled into bed and Yeosang and Wooyoung both crawled in with him, he finally let the floodgates of his emotions open.

A small smile remained on his face as he drifted off. It was a messy outpour of feelings, but he hadn’t felt anything in so long, he would allow himself this night. 

...

It was nearing midnight, but Yunho felt compelled to open his eyes.

It wasn’t because of San. The mystic had assured the trio that he had won his battle and vanquished the demon, so that couldn’t be it.

“It’s Eden,” her voice floated to him from the other side of the room as he rose and groped for a robe to cover himself with. She was so calming somehow that she hadn’t startled him by answering his silent question, but she beckoned him over just as urgently as she’d awoken him. “He’s awake.”

“What took him so long?” Jongho whispered as he rose.

“Eden is still young in body, but his soul is old and wearied. I think part of him wanted to keep sleeping.”

“Why now, then?” Mingi asked, scratching the back of his head. The three approached Eden’s bed quietly but full of anticipation.

The mystic turned to him and smiled. There was a twinkle in her eye, even through the blue veil of midnight.

“Your presence gives him hope.”

With that, she swept away to mix another drink for her patient, and the boys directed their attention on Eden.

His face contorted with pain as his eyes blinked open. Yunho rushed to offer him the drink, and Eden relaxed as he sipped it and strength gradually returned to him.

“We made it?” He finally croaked out.

Jongho chuckled and slapped Mingi on the back, a little harder than he was bracing himself for. “Mingi saved you,” he explained. “And defeated the beast.”

Mingi blushed at the praise and Eden’s eyes on him. “It didn’t do much for you in the end. We were stuck in a net the whole night.”

“I remember,” Eden hummed softly as it came back to him. “How long have I been out?”

“Just over a week,” Yunho sighed. “Although it doesn’t feel like it. Time passes strangely in this place.”

Eden nodded. He had visited before and the hazy blend of days was no surprise to him.

“When we came with Hongjoong-hyung we barely stayed a couple of hours,” Mingi pointed out.

“San? Is he...?”

“Taken care of,” Jongho told him quickly. “The demon was destroyed and he’s himself again. We were only waiting on you.”

A flash of guilt passed over his face and he sunk lower into the cushions. “You did well,” he finally said, a heaviness to his voice. His eyelids drooped lethargically and in a moment he was asleep again.

A universal sigh was released as Eden stilled and returned to his dreams. They had never even broached the subject of whether he would be able to walk again, but there was some comfort in the fact that he was alive and with them.

Fireflies glowed in the air outside the balcony and Yunho peeked behind the shade to watch them float, sailing up and down invisible waves of their own.

While it was this peaceful, Yunho couldn’t help but wonder what was on the horizon.

...

Just like usual, Hongjoong was half asleep on the floor with a hand on his gun concealed by his pillow.

Something twinged in the back of his mind, tickling his senses and sending him bolt upright. Immediately he conducted a headcount.

San, Wooyoung, and Yeosang were all tangled up in a mess of limbs, squeezing onto a single bed having fallen asleep holding each other.

Hongjoong didn’t resist the small smile that appeared on his face as he watched them breathe deeply, lost to the world but safe in slumber.

Then he looked for Seonghwa.

His bed was empty. 

Silently, Hongjoong stood and approached it, just to be sure. The blankets were all disheveled, as if they had just been thrown off for a trip to the outhouse or a midnight snack.

Seonghwa’s bag was still there, leaned against a small table. So he intended to return.

But his gun was missing.

Hongjoong didn’t want to pry, not when it came to Seonghwa’s brother and his complicated heritage. But he had taken his gun and gone alone. Which meant he might need help.

He holstered his own gun and crept downstairs to see a single attendant waiting, half-asleep, at the desk for late night travellers. 

“Did a member of my company leave just now?” He asked, approaching the desk and suppressing his smirk at the way the man started awake and stared at him in surprise.

“Oh, y-yes, a young man your age. He took a room key and said he would be back.”

Hongjoong had figured as much, so he nodded and retreated back upstairs to wake the others.

What was Seonghwa thinking, sneaking off to meet the crown prince when he knew the others would support him and come if he asked?

Hongjoong didn’t get a chance to consider it any further before half a dozen bullets blasted through the window, shattering it with a deafening bang and tearing holes in the curtains.

Hongjoong pressed his back to the door and drew his weapon. A few more steps and he would’ve been riddled with holes himself.

With a whirlwind speed, Wooyoung tumbled out of bed and drew up next to the window, out of sight of their unseen enemies, but close enough to return fire.

Hongjoong mirrored him on the other side of the window, but not before checking that San and Yeosang were alright.

They had dove off the other side of the bed and hurriedly loaded their own guns.

“How many?” San called, poking his head up over the bed. It was impossible to tell who was even firing at them through the mess of cloth and glass that was the window.

Wooyoung grabbed the bottom of the tattered curtains and yanked, pulling down the entire rod and leaning out of the way of the bullets that shot through, embedding themselves in the wall.

He swivelled and returned fire. Both shots missed, but they hadn’t been meant for anyone in particular. He turned back around once he had seen what he had to.

“Fifteen.”

San blanched. “Who sold us out?”

“I paid all the dock hands off,” Yeosang insisted. “It can’t have been any of them.” 

“I don’t think you paid them enough, Yeosang,” San quipped, vaulting over the bed and joining Wooyoung.

The sudden motion was detected and another wave of ammunition was fired through the hole that was the window.

Yeosang leaned out from behind the bed and fired three rounds blind in quick succession. Judging from the screams, at least one hit its mark.

“Well done,” Hongjoong praised, impressed that Yeosang’s marksmanship had improved so much. 

“Seonghwa?” Yeosang asked haltingly as soon as he had surveyed the room fully.

“He just left the building,” Hongjoong reported, taking aim at the right flank of men he could see from his vantage point and firing. “I asked the innkeeper.”

“Seonghwa...” Yeosang repeated, a lilt of realisation in his voice. “It was him, he must have been seen leaving the inn. Why else would they choose now to attack us?”

Hongjoong jumped to deny it, but he had a point. The Admiral would never have waited to pounce. The moment he knew they were in his grasp, he would catch them. They had enough of of a history that he knew not to play with them.

A bullet grazed Wooyoung’s ear while he reloaded and he sunk lower with a gasp. That was too close.

“We can’t take them, Captain,” he asserted. “There are too many and we’re sitting ducks.”

Hongjoong knew he was right, but he returned fire and took out three of them consecutively before addressing it.

“San, do you still carry Babylon’s spellbook pages?”

San fumbled through his pockets until he felt the edges of parchment in his fingers.

Slowly, he nodded. He had promised himself never to use them again, but he had no choice but to grasp them and flinch at the familiarity.

“Is there anything in there that might help us?”

“You’re going to call for help,” Yeosang realised, ducking when a volley of fire sent a particularly large glass shard his direction.

“Yes, I can do it,” San confirmed, leaning over Wooyoung to take out the soldier who grazed him. “Not in the middle of this racket, though.”

“Then run,” Hongjoong ordered. “Get out of town, and get it done. We’ll cover you.”

San bit his lip and glanced at the other two, who nodded him on without hesitation.

This was the only option.

So San holstered his gun while Hongjoong and Wooyoung unleashed fire on the men below and swiftly crossed the window, moving so quickly he was barely a visible flash before he was gone.

“Don’t get shot!” He yelled back, closing the door behind him.

...

The crown prince’s temporary residence was at the highest point on the island, but it was only a short walk from the inn.

Seonghwa didn’t question his luck when the entrance was only guarded by a chatty pair of men who didn’t notice the shadow slipping past them, but he kept his footfalls silent and his senses alert when he reached Junhee’s bedroom.

He had done his fair share of stealthy break-ins as a teenager.

A curtain separated the sleeping prince from the rest of the world.

Seonghwa silently slid the door shut behind him and cleared his throat quietly. He didn’t want Junhee panicking and summoning the guards on him.

This adventure would be ended quickly if that happened.

“I’ve come home, hyung,” he whispered.

The curtain swung open suddenly and Junhee gaped at him. “What is the meaning of this? Guards—“

“No, wait!” Seonghwa leapt forward and covered the prince’s mouth before he could say any more. “Listen to me first.”

Junhee threw him off and backed up into the curtain. “You’re addressing the crown prince,” he sputtered. “Show the proper respect.”

“I’m sorry, Your Highness,” Seonghwa sighed, hands raised placatingly. “But you’ve been looking for me, haven’t you?”

Junhee’s brow furrowed and his hand stopped where it had been reaching for his sword. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s me,” Seonghwa whispered, surprised at how the words choked him. He hadn’t practiced but then again, this wasn’t the kind of conversation you could practice for. “It’s your little brother.”

Junhee’s face darkened. “You think you’re the first to come claiming to have been stolen from the palace? You’re lying.”

“I’m not, I swear,” Seonghwa pleaded with him, falling to his knees to show he meant no harm at all. “Why do you choose this moment not to see what you’ve been looking for, when it’s right in front of you?”

“I followed his trail,” Junhee said bitterly, tears gathering in his eyes. He backed away even more, as if scared of the person who knelt in front of him. “He died at sea, on a merchant’s ship.”

“No, he survived,” Seonghwa cried, reaching out his hand. “He’s right here in front of you.”

Something shone in Junhee’s eyes. Something that said he wanted to believe it.

“Show me,” he said.

Seonghwa swallowed. He had been stolen at five. There was hardly any knowledge only he could have of his brother or the royal family. He had grown up a commoner with his nurse for his mother.

And then he remembered something she had told him.

“You gave me this scar, hyung,” he gasped, pushing up his hair for the fine line on his forehead to be visible. “You crept into my room when I was an infant, dropped me accidentally, and only three people know. The nurse who stole me, and the two of us.”

Junhee sunk to his knees and took Seonghwa’s face in his hands. He only briefly glanced at the scar, lingering instead on his little brother’s eyes.

“It is you,” he whispered. “It really is.”

Junhee knew what it was like to not be believed, but he had clung to the truth. And that truth had returned to him, crying tears of joy as he entered his arms.

The reunion was interrupted by gunfire.

The brothers pulled back in surprise and Seonghwa stood and went to the window. 

“What’s going on?” Junhee muttered, wiping his tears. “Has a fight broken out?”

Seonghwa didn’t even have to look. He knew who it was and his stomach dropped at the flashes of light coming from its direction.

“The inn.”

...

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A/N: Yay!! I’m done with another term at university :) which means more frequent updates (hopefully) for you guys. This volume is wrapping up, but I have another (at least) in the works and plenty of other stories for you to check out if you so desire. Also I hope the two timelines weren’t too confusing for you. They’ve merged into one now, so everything is happening in succession. Don’t forget to reblog and comment if you enjoyed <3

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