#sun god!taeyang

[yioh]

nobody understands how much i adore these characters ahhh 😭

[sunflowerseob]

Nightmare on Ex Street | Choi Taeyang

Exes can really be a terror. Especially at a Halloween party with all your friends where you can't seem to stay away from each other...

Piwontober Day 17

Prompt: face fucking/shame/guilt with choi taeyang

🎃 Pairing: ex!choitaeyang x reader

🎃 Word Count: 4.1k

🎃 Genre: Smut, pwp, some angst and drama, fluff

🎃 Rating: 18+

🎃 Warnings: Concerned besties Jiung and Seob, explicit language, consumption of alcohol (pls drink responsibly ‼️), Taeyang in his A concept fit deserves its own warning, tension, dom!taeyang, teasing, dirty talk, we love secretly hooking up with our ex behind all our friends' backs 🤭, making out, scratching, hair pulling, marking, biting, groping, grinding, praise, explicit sexual content, fingering, crying, cum eating, brief handjob, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, face fucking, it's a little fluffy and also chaotic at the end 🤩

A/N: Happy Kinktober everyone 👻 Hope you enjoy my fic for day 17 as part of @kisseobie and @sxfterhearts Piwontober event 🎃 This is my smut writing debut for Piwon so thank you so much for reading if you do 🥰

Thanks so much to the other half of my Potheoto @hakuheartsoul for being the best beta and my #1 supporter and encourager 🥹 I feel so lucky to get to write with my favorite person ilysm 💜💜💜

Lastly I am a slut for Greek Mythology and there's some basic references with the costumes in this fic so here's a quick little guide:

- Reader: Aphrodite (Goddess of love, beauty, and sexuality and also Ares's lover)

- Taeyang: Ares (God of War and also Aphrodite's lover)

- Jongseob: Thanatos (Personification of death)

- Shota: Hades (God of the dead)

- Jiung: Artemis (Goddess of the hunt and sister of Apollo)

- Intak: Apollo (God of the sun and brother of Artemis)

- Keeho: Athena (Goddess of wisdom)

Masterlist

“You sure you’re gonna be okay going tonight?” Jiung asked you, and it was impossible to miss the worry in your friend’s voice.

You turned away from Jongseob, whose eyeliner you were currently doing, to frown at the other man, “Why wouldn’t I be, Ji?”

Jiung’s cheeks flushed and he started fidgeting nervously.

“You know, just because, uh, he’s gonna be there.”

Your frown deepened as you looked down at your other friend to gauge his reaction. Jongseob didn’t seem quite as determined to voice his concern, but you could still see the uncertainty that flashed across his face. They were sweet to worry, really, but you were going to be just fine tonight.

“Guys,” you started, crossing your arms over your chest, “Taeyang and I have been broken up for two months now. I’m fine. I promise.”

Leaving no more room for argument, you focused your attention back on your friend’s make up. You heard the intake of breath behind you as Jiung opened his mouth to say something else, but you were quickly cutting him off.

“Jiung, if you make me fuck up Seob’s make up, then I’ll make sure you’re going to this party as a dead man.”

He offered no more comments, and Jongseob was definitely way too intimidated now to try to add anything. There was nothing to worry about though, truly. 

As far as you were concerned, you were going to stay as far away from Taeyang tonight as possible. It might’ve been Halloween, but you sure as hell weren’t planning on letting tonight turn into some kind of horror shit show. No. Tonight, for all intents and purposes, Taeyang was as good as dead to you. 

“Happy Halloween bitches!” Keeho greeted the three of you, smoking drink already in hand as he opened the door wider to let you slip inside the house.

“Holy shit Kee.” you remarked softly as you took in your surroundings.

He had gone all out with fake spiderwebs, fog machines, projections, and a variety of Halloween decor.  The ash haired man smirked proudly, “You like?”

“Dude, it’s even better than last year!” Jiung exclaimed excitedly, his eyes lit up like a kid’s in a candy store.

Keeho beamed at the compliment, and you were happy to see him so happy.

“The costumes are sick by the way! Thanks for staying on theme this year. Wait until you see the others. Shota really committed this year.” he informed you, and your other friend strolled into the room almost as if he had been summoned.

The theme for the annual Halloween party this year had been gods and goddesses. You had come as Aphrodite, Jiung was Artemis, and Jongseob was Thanatos. Judging by the owl circlet on your host’s head, he was dressed as Athena. Shota gave the appearance of gliding across the floor as he came over to join everyone. 

You, Jiung, and Jongseob all let out audible gasps as you took in his Hades costume. He looked like a reaper incarnate in his pitch black toga, complete with a long, billowing cloak to match. His newly dyed silver hair and dark and smokey makeup elevated the look even more. You also noticed the hoop in his nose that hadn’t been there the last time you’d seen him.

“Sho, you look amazing oh my god!!” you gushed, and his cheeks tinted at the compliment.

“Dude,” Jongseob piped up, gesturing between himself and Shota, “we did the accidental twin thing, again.”

Seob’s costume was much more gray toned, and he had a prop scythe, but their overall looks were extremely similar.

“You guys say accidental every year, but you do realize none of us believe that you don’t purposely coordinate costumes, right?” Jiung teased, and you and Keeho nodded in agreement.

The “twins” just stood there pouting at the three of you. You nearly jumped out of your skin when someone suddenly came up behind you and threw an arm around you and Jiung, “They’re not the only ones with the matching costume agenda this year.”

You resisted the urge to punch Intak for his unannounced arrival as you took in his white toga adorned with a giant golden sun pin. The bronze laurels in his fluffy, honey blonde hair further confirmed his costume choice as Apollo.

“Awww, you and Ji match this year. How cute.” you voiced, reaching up to ruffle the hair on both of their heads.

They quickly ducked away from you, Jiung readjusting his crown of silver moons. Intak was chuckling softly, and you raised your eyebrows at him in confusion.

“I wasn’t talking about me and Jiung. I meant you because Taeyang came as-”

“Ares.”

All of you whirled around at the sound of the new, but familiar voice. Any coherent thought flew right out of your head at the sight of the man leaning in the corner against the wall. He had come as Ares all right.

Your eyes trailed over the chunky black combat boots tucked into a pair of dark splatter patterned jeans, and your breathing hitched as your gaze traveled further up. Was the man fucking insane??

The black tank. The leather jacket completely embellished with metal rings that hung on his broad frame in a way that was practically criminal. The fake dagger clutched in his hand. The layers of chains littering his stupid neck. And the icing on the fucking cake. The blazing crimson hair that had a slightly wet look to it that was so infuriatingly sexy that it made you want to stab the man with his own weapon.

Everyone nervously looked between you and the man in the corner, who now had a very subtle smirk on his face. The tension became even more noticeable as he started making his way over to you. So much for the avoiding him at all costs strategy. Not that you would’ve been able to help it anyway when he looked like that. Oh you were so going to kill him.

You did your best to remain indifferent, externally at least, as he came to stand in front of you. He had always been taller than you, but his boots were making him tower over you even more than usual. You could feel everyone’s eyes on the two of you. It was like your friends were all waiting to see if a bomb would go off, and honestly, you couldn’t really blame them.

With him up close now you took notice of the striking silver makeup under one of his eyes. It made it look like he was crying liquid metal. He looked so breathtaking tonight, and it made you want to scream.

“Aphrodite.” he greeted you, and you didn’t miss the way his dark eyes swept over your figure.

God. You were going to rip off his costume and fuck him right there in front of everyone.

“Taeyang.” you said back simply as you continued to pretend like you could care less.

“Nice costume.” he remarked, somehow making the two words sound like some kind of foreplay.

Before you could offer any kind of reply, Keeho was pushing his way between the two of you with a giant bowl of candy, “Okaaaaaay, I think it’s time to go hand out candy! Everyone follow me outside!”

Intak and Shota were already grabbing Taeyang to drag him away, and you felt Jiung and Jongseob’s hands on your back as they did the same.

“We have nothing to worry about huh?” Jiung queried, giving you a knowing look.

“That really didn’t seem like nothing Y/N…” Seob added from your other side.

“Guys. I said I would be fine, and I am. I’m. Fine. Just drop it, please.” you hissed as the three of you stepped back out into the night.

Trick or treaters were already beginning to swarm Keeho’s yard, and soon there was a line all the way down the driveway. Keeho and Intak were manning the candy, which was beginning to rapidly disappear. You saw Shota and Taeyang standing off to the side and commenting on all the kids' costumes. Your ex’s loud and familiar laughter reached your ears, and your chest tightened at the sound.

“I’m gonna go back in and grab a drink really quick, do you guys want anything?” you asked your two friends who still hadn’t left your side.

They both shook their heads, and you turned to head back inside. You risked a glance at Taeyang as you passed by, only to find his eyes already on you, practically burning right through you. You shivered before quickly looking away and slipping through the front door. As soon as it closed behind you, you braced yourself against it and took several deep breaths.

“This cannot be fucking happening.” you groaned quietly as you did your best to clear your head.

You spotted the smoking cauldron that Keeho always used for his special signature Halloween cocktail and took hurried steps over to it. Keeho was never willing to give up the recipe, but his drinks were always the perfect mix of delicious and guaranteed to fuck you up fast. You poured yourself a glass and took a small sip. As always you could barely taste the alcohol, and you resisted the urge to down the rest of your drink. With all the variables tonight, that would probably be a terrible idea…

You decided to indulge in some of the food that was laid out on the long table instead, swiping a cupcake with bright orange frosting. You had just taken a huge bite, when you heard the front door swinging open. And of fucking course it was Taeyang. He blinked at you in surprise, and you quickly swallowed the cake in your mouth.

“What are, what are you doing here?”

“Keeho sent me to grab some more bags of candy. The kids out there are ruthless, we’re already almost out.”

You just nodded as your eyes darted down to the table. You could still feel Taeyang watching you, and you waited to see if he was going to approach you. He only hesitated for another moment before disappearing into the kitchen to retrieve the extra bags of candy and exiting the way he had come. You downed some more of your drink as soon as you heard the door close behind him, and finished off your cupcake in a few more bites.

Maybe you were getting all worked up for nothing. Maybe Taeyang was just as determined to stay away from you tonight. Maybe you had finally gotten through to each other and last time had really been the last time.

You barely registered the door opening again, too consumed by your wandering thoughts. Red suddenly invaded your vision, and you looked up to see the man who had been the subject of your mental spiral staring down at you.

“Y/N, you’re not avoiding me are you?” he asked, his tone teasing.

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course not.” you replied defensively, and hopefully convincingly.

Strong fingers gripped your chin to hold you in place as Taeyang forced you to meet his sultry gaze, “Tell me the truth.”

“Taeyang. Don’t.” you whispered even though you could already feel your resolve beginning to crumble in his intoxicating presence.

“Don’t what?” he questioned innocently, leaning close enough that you could feel his warm breath on your face.

“We’re broken up.” you reminded him, but your hands twitched as you fought against the urge to reach out and touch him.

“I’m well aware. That didn’t stop us a few weeks ago though, now did it? Or the time before that. Or the time before that. Or any of the times really…” he went on taunting you, a devilish glint in his eyes as they slowly traveled down the length of your body.

Oh fucking hell.

“Taeyang,” you started, hating the way your voice was noticeably shaky, “we can’t keep doing this. We agreed. Last time was the last time.”

The red haired demon hummed in response, and you felt torn between wanting to punch him and wanting to kiss him until neither of you could breathe. Your entire body tensed when his lips just barely swiped your cheek on the way to your ear, “You know, thinking back on it, I’m a little fuzzy on just what I agreed to. It was a little hard to hear with your pretty thighs wrapped around my head. Not to mention over the sound of you crying my name over and over again.”

Your knees nearly buckled, and Taeyang steadied you, his free hand on your waist.

“Tae…please.” you begged as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

His gaze was focused on your lips, and you felt like you were burning alive from the inside out. His thumb lightly brushed your bottom lip before pressing harder to smear something across your mouth. You gasped softly. The frosting.

“Oh angel, look at this filthy mouth. My girl is so messy.” Taeyang remarked, his thumb prodding at the seam between your lips.

You didn’t even think before sucking the digit into your mouth, your tongue taking care of the remaining frosting. Taeyang groaned, the hand on your waist scrunching up the thin fabric of your costume, “Fuck. There’s my girl.”

The whimper that escaped you was an inevitable betrayal. Really, the two of you had been set up for failure from the moment you’d laid eyes on each other tonight. Your ex was like a black hole, and it was pointless to fight against the way he sucked you back in every time.

Taeyang let his thumb slip from your mouth, choosing instead to let his hand curl possessively around your neck.

“Tae.” you breathed, your pulse racing.

He smirked, knowing you were done trying to fight him, and pulled you flush against him in one fluid motion. He was already partially hard, and you were quickly on your way to going out of your mind with want.

“You gonna let me have a taste, angel?” Taeyang murmured against your lips, “Need to hear you say yes.”

“Yes.” came your swift reply, your voice raspy.

A growl started low in his throat, and his teeth grazed your top lip.

“But not here.” you finished before pulling back to intertwine one of his hands with yours.

You began pulling him down the hall, both of you giggling like giddy teenagers. You felt drunk, and not on whatever Keeho had put in that cauldron, but on Taeyang. 

He let out the cutest little sound of surprise when you yanked him through one of the open doors into the darkness of the bathroom. You didn’t even allow the man a moment to breathe before you had him backed up against the door, your lips urgently crashing against his.

Taeyang grunted as he desperately chased your mouth. Your greedy hands made quick work of pulling his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms, and the red haired man hissed when your nails dug into his bare skin. His fingers tangled in your dress as he pulled you closer, tongue slipping between your lips to taste you. You moaned into the kiss, mouth falling open and giving him better access.

“I can’t believe, fuck, you would come dressed like that just to torture me. So unfair, Tae.” you panted into his mouth, hands traveling to tug at the crimson strands that were causing said torture.

Taeyang groaned, harshly nipping your bottom lip before you felt his mouth searing along your jaw.

“What’s unfair, angel, is you showing up looking so unbelievably sexy when we both know I’m not supposed to touch you. Immediately wanted to rip this little dress of yours to shreds.” he voiced as his tongue and teeth marked up your neck.

Your hands slid under his tank and up his back, making Taeyang shiver. He grabbed your ass through the material of your costume, and encouraged you to grind against him. You cried out at the stimulation, bracing your hands on either side of Taeyang, and accidentally flipping the light switch in the process. You suddenly broke away from each other as light flooded the room, both of you breathing hard and fast.

You stared at each other, taking in the swollen lips, blown out eyes, disheveled clothing, and messy hair. For a split second you thought maybe this was where things would end for the night. That maybe facing what you were doing in the light would bring forth the guilt and shame, and it would be too much. Your heart was already fracturing just thinking about it.

But you didn’t have to think long because Taeyang gripped your waist and lifted you onto the counter, your back pressing against the cool mirror. His strong hands wrapped around your thighs, pushing your legs apart as he came to stand in between them.

“My Aphrodite.” he said softly, fingers sliding teasingly under your dress.

You squirmed on the counter as Taeyang’s hot mouth descended on your chest, one hand reaching up to roughly tug down your costume and expose your breasts.

He stepped back for a moment, gaze ravenous as his eyes drank you in.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. My goddess.” he whispered, sounding almost in awe.

His thumb gently brushed one of your nipples, and you sighed in content. Taeyang wasted no time before leaning forward to wrap his lips around the perked bud, making you moan obscenely as your head fell back against the mirror. His tongue lapped at you while his fingers trailed dangerously higher, and you wanted to crawl out of your skin from all the sensations.

“Tae, please,” you groaned, weakly tugging at his hair, “need you.”

The smirk against your skin was your only warning before his digits dipped inside your panties to meet your slick folds.

“You’re fucking soaked, angel. Shit.”

Taeyang pulled back to watch you as you wiggled back and forth on the counter. His eyes were hazy, but they never left your face as he slid a single finger inside. You immediately let out a cry and shut your eyes at the feeling.

“Eyes on me, angel. And don’t you dare look away.” Taeyang commanded before slipping in a second finger, making your body jerk in response.

As soon as you opened your eyes, you immediately were on the verge of coming undone. The man in front of you had his full focus on you as he pumped his digits in and out.

“Always take my fingers so well. Like you were made for me.” he remarked, and you clenched around his fingers.

“Tae…too much…can’t…” you babbled, the addition of his intense gaze completely overwhelming you.

“You can take it, angel. I know you can. Wanna feel you come all over my fingers.” Taeyang encouraged before stretching you out even further with a third finger, this one adorned with a ring.

“Tae, fuck!” you exclaimed, your body jerking at the feeling of the cool metal.

The red haired man chuckled darkly, “Not so loud, angel. Don’t want our friends to catch us now do we?”

Despite his words, his fingers fucked into you faster, and you whimpered pathetically.

“I’ll have to give you something else to do with that mouth if you can’t stay quiet.” he teased you further, the grin on his face bordering on sinister.

Tears filled your eyes, a series of hiccuping sobs escaping you.

“You know I love to see you cry for me, angel. But can’t have you giving us away.”

Your next cry was silenced by Taeyang shoving two of his fingers from his free hand past your lips. Tears continued to slip down your cheeks, but your sobs were much more muffled now.

“That’s it, angel. That’s my good girl.”

His saccharine praise pushed you that much closer to the edge, and your walls spasmed around his digits. The first stroke of his thumb over your clit had a scream tearing from your throat, but Taeyang pressed down on your tongue simultaneously, and it dissolved into a gag instead. Your orgasm washed over you a moment later, and he pulled his fingers from your mouth before reconnecting your lips. He fucked you through your high as he swallowed all of your sounds, your body shaking with the aftershocks.

As soon as Taeyang withdrew his fingers, he was immediately sliding them into his own mouth to suck them clean and moaning at your taste. The sight made you feel dizzy, and your insides got all tingly. Gentle hands tugged your dress back up before smoothing out the material. Taeyang looked so pleased with himself as he carefully helped you back down from the counter, making your chest feel tight.

“We should probably get back out there…” you trailed off awkwardly.

The man next to you let out a nervous laugh, “You go ahead. I’ll be out in a minute…”

Taeyang shifted uncomfortably, and you stared at him in confusion. But then you realized the source of his discomfort when you noticed the straining bulge in his dark jeans.

“Tae, let me.” you found yourself offering before you could think better of it.

You didn’t miss the way his eyes blew out, but even so, he was shaking his head.

“No, it’s okay, angel. You’re right, we should get back out there.” he insisted as he started for the door.

He made a grab for the handle, and you flipped him around to face you, caging him against the door once again. You pulled his ear between your teeth, making him gasp softly.

“Tae, I have been dying to get on my knees for you all night. So, baby, please. Let. Me.”

As you spoke, one of your hands trailed down to palm him through his jeans.

“Fuck, angel. I’m not gonna last long.” Taeyang groaned, pushing against your hand.

“It’s okay, baby. We’ll be quick.” you assured him before sinking to your knees.

Your hands worked fast as you tugged down his jeans and boxers in one go, and his hard cock sprung up against his stomach. You gave him a few teasing pumps before slowly taking him into your mouth. Taeyang swore as he tipped his head back against the door. You set a quick pace from the start, and the man above you hissed as his hands tangled into your hair.

“My angel really does have a filthy mouth, shit. My goddess. You’re so fucking good.”

You suddenly took him all the way to the back of your throat, and something in Taeyang snapped. He roughly yanked your hair to pull your head back to look up at him, “Gonna fuck this perfect mouth, angel. And I know my good girl can take it.”

He gave a sharp snap of his hips as he began thrusting into your mouth, making you sputter and gag around him.

“That’s it, angel. Take it. Fuck, always look so gorgeous with your pretty lips around my cock.”

All you could do was whimper while he continued to abuse your throat. Taeyang was a beautiful panting mess above you. As always, you were mesmerized by the way his eyes fluttered and how his chest rose and fell in quick succession. Tears streamed down your face as you continued to choke on him. His thrusts grew more stuttered, and you saw him bite down on his black tank to muffle his building moans.

“Close…angel. Fuck…I love you.”

Your heart gave a painful squeeze in your chest. You obviously couldn’t say it back, but you still hoped he could see it in your eyes. I love you.

Taeyang cried out, his nails scratching against your scalp, before you felt him filling your mouth with his release. You made sure to swallow it all down, and then pulled off of him with a pop. The only sound in the bathroom was both of your labored breathing as you tried to make yourselves look as presentable as possible. You stepped out first, and glanced down the hall. When you didn’t see anyone, you let Taeyang know it was safe to come out.

The two of you exchanged shy smiles before walking back towards the living room. Taeyang reached over to take your hand, and you let him. It seemed neither of you were quite ready to let go of the moment yet.

“Hey, Y/N,” he started, and you stopped to look up at him, “maybe we should talk. Really talk.”

You considered it for a moment before answering, “Yeah, maybe we should.”

“I think we definitely should.”

You and Taeyang jumped away from each other at the sound of Keeho’s voice. When you poked your head into the living room, you were met with the sight of all your friends sitting around staring at you, intervention style. 

Well shit.

[mylovelyhyunjin]

230117 Taeyang tiktok update.

Hyunjin and Felix joined the VIBEchallenge with Taeyang 😘

They are so cool 😎😎😎

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230117 ⟡ Hyun🫧 update

12:22PM

🥟 : hu..

🥟 : taeyang sunbaenim…. is just the sun itself

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12:24PM

🥟 : he was someone i respected even when i didn't know about kpop at all...

🥟 : it’s really such an honor🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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5:06PM

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* oh my god.. I'm happy for you hyune..

they have to collab 🤩 pls.

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a returning citizen in Mount Phoenix:

          Noel Yunuen, a 28 year old son of Acat.           He is a tattoo artist at Marimo Ink.

FC NAME/GROUP: Yoo Taeyang from SF9 CHARACTER NAME: Noel Yunuen AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 04.20.1995 PLACE OF BIRTH: Guadalajara, Jalisco OCCUPATION: tattoo artist / rehabilitated(?) grave robber HEIGHT: 189 cm DEFINING FEATURES: black wavy hair with white streaks in, it's usually layered and kept short, though he toys with letting it grow back from time to time. he also has his fingers blacked out along with black bands circling up from his wrists to his shoulders and from his ankles to his thighs. Both his ears are pierced as well as his lower lip; he has the industrial, tragus, and orbital as well as small gauges to still be able to put earrings in. for the lip piercing, he has a labret in the shape of a black hoop hugging the entirety of his bottom lip. On the sides of his neck, right where it connects with his jaw, there are two small dahlia flowers: one peach and one red. His irises are quite particular and one would say one of his defining features, for they’re a jade green color resembling the ancient pieces of jade jewelry the Maya wore. 

PERSONALITY: he’s unapologetically sarcastic though he mostly doesn’t mean any harm; coy glances and smug grins over a glass of blood wine are his signature, but he finds peace in listening to the reasoning behind a person’s tattoo - they’re sacred to him, so every detail that gets explained fills his jade eyes with tremendous joy. whether someone believes in him or not doesn’t bother him in the slightest, what matters is the passion they fill their ink with. to him, that someone thinks a piece of his artwork is worthy of being on their skin is the greatest honor and will treat any of his clients with the utmost respect, always attentive to their every need.

noel finds social gatherings incredibly amusing: he’s charming, eloquent and perhaps enjoys causing an impression on people a tad too much. he puts himself out there and he enjoys all the stares directed his way, be they in approval or in judgment, he basks in the attention that he gets just by being himself. addiction is no stranger to him, be it to substances or pain itself, he indulges in every sin known to mankind. it was a godly habit he had inherited from his godly father - acting as if he has the right to receive all the goods in the world.

HISTORY: “don’t come back too late. ya es tarde, mijo.” 

he should’ve listened. soft whimpering filled the forest as small bare feet pushed their way through the dirt and leaves desperate to find their way back home. the sun had lost the battle and begun its descent down the horizon as the dark of night claimed the skies. he was lost. “nana…” the young boy whimpered out as he hid behind a tree, into wild bushes for protection for the creatures that preyed the ancient silence of time and the threats that plagued it. the forest was mischievous, playful… dangerous. it knew things, saw things - felt things and hid them and so it hid noel from the dangers of the nightly world. noel was different, you see; worship ran through his veins, painted his eyes the color of godly skin and gifted him nature as his reign. he was inkhearted, meant to bind and sacrifice for divinity in this mundane world and bring back the honor of the fallen gods and so the leaves led him to a hidden paradise - a place the pale demons couldn’t manage to corrupt.

hidden deep in the heart of the forest the tomb of many and temple of one remained dormant, waiting for when the time was right before opening the chest of forbidden memories for the heir to claim before his fate was set in those very temple stones, and then, in the gentle embrace of the morning sun he was taken by the hands that would shape his life. his grandmother was left behind, waiting by the edge of the woods for the boy she raised to return and he never did. noel didn’t know what became of her but she never left his thoughts, not once in the seven thousand, six hundred and sixty-five days did he not spare her a sigh to the wind. he felt unworthy of her forgiveness for his hands had learned to steal, to harm, to take and take without permission or redemption and consequence; though it was never his intention, the grave robbers that found him in the temple had taught him to survive in this world’s cruel claws. 

with them, he found not only the shadows but also paradise on earth on their travels. he found his gifts, forbidden riches and even love; a love so vibrant it put whatever stolen masterpieces there were in museums to shame. it was a love that might’ve made even the gods jealous, so it ended and with it’s end came a new chapter in his life. one written in hellish deals and painted with blood, corrupting part of his soul with greed - he enjoyed ending and soon learned the taste of blood fueled his reach for new horizons and he had his eye set on one: Mount Phoenix. 

PANTHEON: Mayan CHILD OF: Acat POWERS: paint/ink manipulation; he can manipulate paint and ink as if they’re an extension of his being. when mixed with his blood, they turn poisonous and can sting to the touch. through this he’s learned to solidify his blood with the ink in his skin into sharp blades for fighting in case he needs to. This power also allows the creation of moving paintings, they cannot be interacted with just observed. he often uses this to recreate memories he’s fond of, but can be applied to quite anything he feels like painting.

pain transferal; he can take someone’s pain and transfer it onto himself or onto someone else - doing the latter, however, weakens him greatly.

blessing/curse; his blessings come in the form of small painted flowers on the skin, their purpose is to make the blessed a bit happier, a bit luckier, a bit less lonely - his curses however are bleeding scars of wilted flowers, they’re a little hex of unluck and his brand for his targets.

STRENGTHS: pain; he has a high pain tolerance, almost to the point where if pain is too extreme his entire body goes numb. this often makes him feel euphoric and provides a boost of energy for a limited amount of time.

blood; blood sacrifices were a part of his father’s existence, they were offerings made to him and his kind to honor them, feed them, satiate their thirst and pay respects. drinking blood is part of his daily life and helps keep him healthy.

tattooing; being the son of the god of tattoos and scarification, doing either of the two activities strengthens him and his abilities.

WEAKNESSES: sunlight; just as direct sunlight can make a freshly made tattoo burn, his physical strength deteriorates whenever he stands outside during daytime. he can still walk, but his eyesight blurs and he feels constantly light headed. It’s manageable thought. 

pain; a two edged sword - while also being one of his greatest strengths, being in pain for too long makes him behave erratically, almost as if in bloodlust. 

blood; even if drinking blood regularly keeps him healthy, drinking too much will slowly drive him insane, potentially turning him into a cold blooded killer.

[dat-town]

the boy who bled gold

Characters: Taeyang & You

Setting: post-apocalyptic-ish world, gods au

Genre: angsty but not really, mostly psychological rambling

Summary: The Sun had disappeared from the sky and he found his way to you.

Words: 1.4k

Author’s note: Taeyang means Sun in Korean

The world's end was nearing, the shamans of your village claimed, that's why, for starters the Sun had disappeared from the sky.

It happened from one moment to another, as if a cloud had covered the shining orb completely like when heavy wind extinguished a candle's dancing flame. Ever since then there had been darkness only lit by farther stars and by the fire people made. There was no day and night anymore, there was only eternal greyness.

However, it wasn't even the lack of light and warmth that scared you the most actually but that something that you were so used to, something that was supposed to be forever, was suddenly gone. Times had turned gloomier, everybody seemed either more scared or more vicious. Nobody knew what was going to happen next. Not even the elders. The deities didn't answer questions nor prayers this time.

You were out in the woods, collecting firewood to keep you warm a big longer, when you saw him.

He lay there unmoving and you almost thought he was dead until you saw his chest rise and fall. He was a stranger, you should have kept your distance but there was something about him, something about the way his clear skin glowed under the stars or that he looked so out of place. You stepped closer, wondering whether he was wounded, attacked or merely too worn out to move on. You didn't expect to see him in a white robe – white like the colour of gods – looking as if he was just sleeping. Despite his calmness however, he bled from multiple wounds and the blood on his hands staining the tan skin was gold like the first rays of Sun.

You should have run. Far.

But your limbs refused to move and instead you crouched down next to him, touching the skin around the wound with trembling fingers. You heard the boy suck in a hoarse breath. You looked up at his pained face and saw his sweaty dark hair stick to his forehead, mouth forming words you knew but didn't understand – it was the language of gods.

The boy must have had fever. Otherwise he wouldn't have dared to speak it.

You put your lantern down and searched for herbs to treat his wounds at least. You cleaned them first, still astonished at the golden colour of his blood. Because it had to be that, there was no other explanation of his open wounds and the goldenrod coloured patches on his skin. He swam in and out of consciousness as you cleaned the visibly torn skin and put menthol herbs over them to soothe him. The expression of the boy softened as he went back to sleep once you finished.

You stared at your hands covered in gold and at the boy's face in awe. Then you stood up and rushed to a stream to wash the blood and dirt off your skin and dip a cloth into the cold water. Then you went back but the boy was nowhere by then. You looked everywhere, making sure that yes, you were at the right place but you had found no traces of him. Almost as if you only dreamed of him. Golden blood, huh? It did seem like a dream.

You couldn't sleep that night. Not that anything would have indicated the arrival of night time other than the way the village quieted down. Only the big fire in the middle was aflame and only the guards were awake. And you, apparently, as you sat by the fire, looking up at the stars, missing the greatest one of all, the Sun.

Not knowing that he was only a few yards from you.

Your village believed in all kinds of deities but people's perception of gods was very much wrong. They didn't sit on high thrones and watched over humans. No, gods were just as shallow and proud as mortals could get. They had pitiful debates over silly little nothings. And even if they were right and wronged, sometimes it cost them a lot more than one would have dared to imagine.

This one god walked on Earth as if he was just coming home and despite his youthful features he had been one of the eldest deities out there. But there were younger and more ambitious ones by then and as a lot of mythology had already written about it, a new generation of gods always had to force the earlier one to its knees in order to rule. And in all honesty, the old god had enough of constantly fighting, so descending onto Earth didn't sound that bad. He had always liked humans after all, even after they had become so desperate and rouge after the floods. People had an interesting way of grieving and overcoming loss. It was very much foreign to him who knew that change was constant and natural.

He had seen empires rise and fall. He had seen people live and die, the ups and downs, the heartbreak and the sorrow followed by laughter. It was the eternal circle of life and change was inevitable. Whether it had been for the worse or for the better. Sometimes it was the gods who controlled the events and sometimes they were just victims of the time that rushed by. Centuries, millenniums, what it meant for them as they were thought to be immortal?

However, the old god knew his time was up soon and he was on a quest. He needed to found a special someone to his place because Earth couldn't have stayed without its Sun for long. Because even when gods died, life had to go on.

He had chosen to take this route, to walk on Earth one last time. To spend the last of his long long life on the planet he cherished so much. His bare feet walked on the harsh ground smoothly and quietly and he couldn't feel pain nor cold as he crossed the forest in the dead of the night.

"It's you!"

The sudden voice made his steps halt even though he wasn't surprised to hear it. He had already known he was being followed. He had heard your light footsteps over the withered leaves. He turned towards you who stood behind him with a lantern in your hands, doe-like eyes wide in surprise and awe.

"I knew I wasn't just hallucinating," you murmured under your nose checking him from head to toe, looking for scars or wounds but you found none. You couldn't know that he healed inhumanly fast, that he was only hurt because his human body could barely take his godly self. The human body wasn't made to be a shell for a deity.

"Where did you go? And where did you come from?"

You couldn't help your questions as you were wary of the stranger but he knew he couldn't give you the answers you wanted oh so desperately.

"You're too young to understand," he said. Meaning the universe, the gods, the force of life that was above all. It made you furrow your brows.

"You aren't that old to speak like that."

At your retort the god couldn't help a smile.

"I'm older than I look," he argued gently but he didn't blame you. All you saw was a twenty-something boy with flawless tanned skin and pitch-black hair, eyes bright like stars. You couldn't have known his true self.

The Sun was him and he was the Sun. But he saw you had sunshine in you as well, its small flames lit up in your eyes whenever you set your fierce, curious gaze on him.

"What's your name then? You should at least tell me how to call you if you keep showing up around here," you carried on, not too caught on the earlier topic and he soon learned that you weren't one to give up. Not on things like this, nor on people.

"Call me Taeyang," the god's youthful figure smiled and he told ó you that he intended to stay. It took quite a while till gods died a natural death after all.

So your shamans were wrong: the world wasn't ending. It was just changing from the form you had known as. A new era was coming. But you weren't afraid in the sunless world. Not with the boy who bled gold by your side.

Your Taeyang.

Your Sun.

[kpophours]

// Taeyang as Apollo, God of the Sun ☀️

[weeguttersnipe]

Oh my God!

The Master’s Sun [Joogoonui Taeyang], ep13 (Korean tv series, 2013)

[yootaesowlwrites]

Evil King - Yoo Taeyang

A/N: Okay, so this probably took me so long to finish, its been in the works since last year, in my mind since last year. But it’s here. And let me just add, I had to write this while experiencing some hand problems, by the time I was editing, my hand had to be wrapped because it became swollen. So I hope you enjoy this, as much as I did creating it and writing it.

Warnings: AU, royalty, forbidden love, slow burn, swordplay, mention of murder, sorta enemies to lovers, womanizer!Taeyang, hint of yandere, obsessive behaviour, angst, explicit language, descriptive scenes, smut, sword kink, teasing, breast play, oral(female receiving), clit stimulation, fingering, cock licking, unprotected sex, praising, aftercare.

Trigger Warnings: Hint of Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, sword/sharp objects being used.

W/C: 12.3K

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the  age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

King Yoo Taeyang, a fighting King, yet known to be a lady's man, nobody could tame his heart that seemed to desire anything with a heartbeat, or that was what it seemed to be like from your perspective and from the rumours going around the palace yards, you were a maid in the palace, and you were assigned to his quarters during the day when he was away or in meetings, at night when you were finishing the last few things, you would see him return with a woman wrapped in his arms and leading them into his chambers before shutting the door.

To say it disgusted you was an understatement, but you did respect the King, he was after all for the people, a fierce swordsman and a fierce fighter that, had no mercy when it came to protecting his people, you had seen only a few deaths by him, and only because everyone was called to watch what would happen to anyone that, betrayed him and his kingdom, so it was rare for anyone to try, and go face-to-face with him.

Even though you were working right in the tiger’s den, you had thought of yourself fortunate enough to not have run into the King himself, it has been a few months now, and you were thinking that some kind of guardian angel was on your side and keeping the encounter from happening. Although, you did have to admit to yourself… You wanted to see the man unclose for yourself at least once, they had said his skin as if it had been kissed by the sun itself, and when he’s truly happy, a smile and a laugh that made you feel at ease and comfortable with him. From afar… He looked absolutely beautiful, handsome, like he was sculpted by the gods himself.

But to avoid him… was much better in your opinion, you would rather be left wondering how he looks unclose than become another statistic in his books of women he has slept with. Or… That was what you had wished for, but wishes sometimes don’t come true.

You were just finishing in his room when the door slides open, and you freeze in your spot, you hadn’t expected him to be back until late in the evening, had you missed something on your schedule for the day? You quickly spin around as you realize he could have your head for being disrespectful. Bloody hell… He was even more handsome unclose. You quickly bow and keep your head low, feeling your heart racing inside your chest, you try and keep your breathing steady to not give away how nervous you are.

You hear the door being slid closed before hearing his footsteps stepping closer to you, you close your eyes, swallowing, fuck. With each step he took closer to you, you could feel your mind spinning, and you only prayed that you wouldn’t pass out in front of him, or worse… disrespect him. He stops in front of you, and you open your eyes and see a hand slowly moving into your view before you felt two fingers underneath your chin and your head being lifted. Your breathing almost stops as you meet his dark brown eyes, you swear that they’re the most beautiful brown you’ve ever seen.

“I was wondering when we would finally meet each other,” He says, and fuck, his voice sounded so warm, like honey. “I’ve been wondering who cleaned my quarters and kept it spotless,” His eyes slowly move over your face before moving lower. “I just never expected the maid behind it all to be this beautiful,” You could feel your insides make a turn, having the King so close to you… Having him touch you. He begins to smirk and slides his fingers away from underneath your chin to touch your jaw. “Would you like to spend a little extra time here tonight?”

Perhaps you should have agreed, then maybe you wouldn’t have sparked an obsession in him, maybe you could have spared yourself from him, but instead, you spoke what you truly felt.

“I… My King, I must decline,” You say and break away from his grasp, quickly moving around him to collect all the cleaning supplies. “I must go,” He turns around hastily, a swoosh coming from his clothes as he does.

“Decline?” He asks, and you could hear a slight shift in his tone, Oh no, you had upset him. “Is there a reason why you are declining your King?” You swallow and keep your back towards him, you heard him take a step closer to you, his hands quickly touching your shoulders, making you flinch.

“I do not wish to spend extra time here, My King,” You whisper. “Respect my wish, please,” You feel his hands slowly slide down your arms, stopping once they reach your elbows. “I apologize, My King,” You quickly move out from his grasp and practically dash out of his chambers, leaving him confused and looking at your back as you leave.

“How interesting…” He mutters and begins to smirk. “If that is how it is, then so it shall be…”

The universe knows that you tried, tried your damn hardest to avoid him and stay clear of him, tried hard not to get pulled into his web, but he had quickly ordered the head cleaner to give him your schedule and then added personal changes to it, making sure you would see him every second of your day, the only times you didn’t see him, were the times he was in important meetings or out for the day. You were completely thrown off from your usual schedule, and you had to try and get used to it all.

You step into the sword room, for the first time you had started working in the palace, and found the King sitting on the steps with his sword drawn and looking at you as you froze in your spot, you had hoped he would be out for the day when you would clean the room, but there he was, waiting for you with his sword drawn and implanted into the wooden floods, sweat was covering his skin, which meant his practice had ended only a few minutes before she arrived.

You quickly bow before pulling the supplies into the room and nervously begin looking around to see where you had to clean first, you could feel his eyes burning into you as you move across the room with a rag in your hand,

“You’re late,” He says, his tone cold and harsh as he spoke, making you shiver. “Why are you late?” You keep your back turned to him, afraid to look at him. “I personally created your new schedule, and you’re late, explain yourself,” You hear shuffling behind you before hearing the floorboards creak and heard footsteps approaching you. “Will you stay silent or will you explain yourself to your King?” He stops behind you, making you feel the heat radiating off from him and onto you.

“I, My King… I was held up,” You whisper, hoping your tone was even enough. You feel a hand on your shoulder before feeling it slowly slide towards the side of your neck. “My King…” You feel his fingers touch your neck before feeling his hand slide over your throat and upwards to cup your jaw.

“Where were you held up?” His tone was low, and right in your ear as he spoke, making you swallow, which he felt from the light pressure he was applying to your throat.

“Laundry,” You whimper out, your eyes fluttering as you try and stay composed. You feel his hand sliding upwards until his fingers were pressed against your lips. “Someone else was late,” He pulls his hand away, and you feel his breathing right against your neck.

“Don’t let it happen again next time,” He mutters before he pulls back, and you hear the sound of his sword being dragged along the floor before he puts it away, you hear the door sliding open and close before you let out a sigh of relief, finally being left alone for you to try and compose yourself, to try and get your heart rate under control. You weren’t sure if you would ever leave the palace alive.

The following morning you step into his chambers and found him sitting on his bed, you bow as you feel dread filling you. He was everywhere suddenly. You pull in the cleaning supplies and make your way to the cleaning bowl behind a screen wall, you hear him get up and hear him follow you.

“I see you can be on time,” He says, he presses his front to your back. “Don’t be late when you must clean the sword room,” You so desperately wanted to ask him what his problem was, why he was doing this to you, but you knew your head would roll if you dared to speak out against him. You feel his hand cup your cheek and turn your head to look over your shoulder to look at him. “You’re a mystery… one I’m willing to figure out,” He mutters before releasing your cheek. “Unfortunately, I have to go for a meeting, otherwise I’d have kept you company,” He steps away from you before you hear him leave. You take in a deep breath before slowly breathing it out.

How in the world did you find yourself in this position?

You step into his chambers and found him seated on his bed, his robes undone and his chest on display, you gasp and quickly turn around, most likely not the most respectful thing you could have done, but fuck, you believed it was more disrespectful to stare at your King’s chest on display, you hear movement behind you and hear his footsteps approaching you, your heart rate picks up, and you begin wondering if you had a medical condition that you should get looked at.

“It is quite rude to turn your back on your King,” You hear him say, you swallow as you feel his warmth touch your back, his scent quickly surrounds you. “But I will not tell a soul, and we can skip the entire punishment thing, besides… you respected my modesty,” You could hear the teasing in his tone as spoke to you. You feel his hands touch your shoulders and slowly slide towards the side of your neck, his fingers touch your skin, and you stop breathing. “Your heart is beating quite fast… Are you sick?”

“I... I, no, my King,” You whisper, your eyes fluttering as you fight to keep them open. You feel his fingers slowly slide forward and touch your collarbone before stopping once the tips of his fingers reached the top of your uniform.

“I shall believe you,” He whispers, his tone sounded so close to your ear, and you quickly realize that he was leaning closer to your ear. “Don’t get sick, otherwise I won’t be able to see you any more,” His hands disappear from your neck and his warmth disappears also, you hear the swish of his robes as he pulls them close and into place. “I hope to see you in the sword room,” He says before moving past you and exiting his chambers, he turns to you, and you watch as his eyes sparkle, some of his hair covers his eyes. “Maybe I can stay longer tomorrow morning, and we can spend some more time together,” And with that, he turns and leaves, leaving you feeling light-headed and breathing in deeply.

The touching and teasing continued for days and days, he had made sure to touch at least one part of you, whether that be your hand, neck or face, even caressing the small of your back as you were on your knees cleaning the floors, you tried to ignore it all, but it was constantly, and you were thinking about quitting and getting away, but would it really be easy to get away from someone that seems to have developed an obsession with you? You were constantly on edge, yet, you were slowly getting used to his touching and teasing, which made you even more nervous, and question your own sanity.

You could feel his dark eyes watching you as you nervously cleaned a few items in the sword room, you lower your head, and you hear him draw his sword before hearing footsteps approach you, your already fast beating heart speeds up, and your breathing comes to a stop when the cold metal of his sword touches just below your chin and guides you to tilt your head.

“Look at me…” He mutters, his tone dark, rough. “I can do as I please, with whom I please, yet…” You swallow, feeling the sharp edge of the sword press against your throat. “You have lately been occupying my mind when I want to do as I please with the countless women entering my chambers at night… Why?” You had picked up on his dark demeanour, but you had no idea it was because you had occupied his mind. “Why?” He presses the blade harder against your skin. “Why are you rejecting me as well… I can make you feel like you’re on top of the world, yet… Why?”

“My King…” You try to whisper, but it came out more as a whimper, he watches as your eyes waver, he could see the fear in them and felt something inside him compel him to pull the sword away. He watches you for a moment before storming out of the room with his sword in hand, you take in a deep breath and sink to your knees, feeling your legs giving up on you, and sobs rack from you.

You had managed to calm yourself down from the events of the afternoon and forced yourself to go into his room to make his bed for the night before you would return to the maid’s quarters, you had expected him to take longer to return to his room as he did every night, but the day seemed to have something against you, you freeze as you hear the door open and close, his footsteps approach you and his bed. You quickly scramble to your feet, attempting to turn around, but he quickly stops you by wrapping an arm around you, you freeze and your breathing completely stops for the second time that day as you catch sight of his sword.

“My King…” You don’t know why your whispers sounded like whimpers, but you wished they hadn’t. You watch as the sword slowly moves closer to your face, the tip pauses only centimetres from your lips.

“Maybe you’re not like the others…” You hear him say, you feel his breath fanning against your earlobe. “Perhaps you want a thrill… or perhaps you’re just not interested in your King, is that it?” You kept your eyes on the tip of the sword. “You can answer honestly, I won’t hold it against you,” You swallow and take in a slow deep breath, afraid if you gasped that you would trigger something you shouldn’t.

“I find my King to be handsome, but not my type, My King,” You say, you hear him hum behind you, and you watch as the sword moves away from you, a noise leaves the back of your throat, and you wish you could strangle yourself, especially when you felt how your panties had become soaked. Fuck, what was wrong with you?

“If I’m not your type, then there is nothing I can do about it,” He says. “But I am glad to hear my maid finds me handsome,” His warmth disappears from behind you. “But… I heard you don’t always fall in love with what you believe is your type,” You lower your head, and try to control your breathing. “So I believe if I can persuade you…”

“My King…” You breathe out and slowly turn around to look at him, you find amusement in his eyes and a light smirk on his lips. “Please… I beg, do not play with my feelings or my heart,” You quickly move past him, not caring if you weren’t finished, you just wanted to leave and get some rest after the day you had.

And even though you had asked him not to do that, his touching and teasing continued, and even you had to admit, that you had tried your damn hardest to resist him, to resist everything, but being in his company for so long, resistance… became harder. And every night when you would finish in his quarters, you would notice the women he invites to his room would become less and less until one evening he hadn’t invited anyone over. No other women showed up for days, weeks, and you were becoming suspicious of the behaviour. Could you believe that he had suddenly changed? You weren’t sure, because, for years and years, he had invited women to his chambers, only to send them out before midnight would hit, you could see tears in their eyes and their hopes to be the one to change the king broken in them also, anyone that thought they could change the King… Was a fool. Perhaps you were a fool also.

As you were cleaning the sword room, for once alone, you paused in front of the sword that had now been against your skin twice, wondering how it would feel to hold it, wondering if he had a thrill to hold this sword and hold it against you, but you couldn’t deny it to yourself, you had to clean yourself when he brought the sword closer to your skin, and you weren’t sure… If you felt a rush, a thrill when he held it against your skin, literally playing with your life just like that.

You didn’t hear the door slide open and close, nor did you hear his footsteps approach you, you only froze when you felt his warmth against your back, you knew it was him, you had become too familiar with the way he smelt.

“Admiring it?” He asks lowly, right in your ear. “Do you wish to hold it?” You felt a shiver run through you. “Allow me…” He reaches around you and picks up the sword before bringing it closer to you. “Lift your hands,” You do as you’re told as if you are in a trance and lift your hands. He places the cold metal in your hands, making you feel how heavy it is. “Do you know how to wield it?” You didn’t, you only watched the swordsmen practice in the courtyard.

“No…” You whisper. “I’ve only seen, watched.”

“Let me show you…” He mutters. And fuck… You should have run, he wraps his hand around yours, the significant size difference caused his hand to engulf yours. He pulls you away from the sword display and to the middle of the room and begins guiding you around the room, moving your arm the way he usually does, but slower, you knew at that very moment… You were screwed, and somewhere along the way you had fallen for the womaniser King.

You couldn’t get your mind off of how his arms had wrapped around you that day, how he guided you through everything as detailed as he could, showing you the basics of wielding a sword, his sword. You could feel yourself blush at the thought when you remembered how warm he felt, his front pressed against your back and the veins on his hands leading up his arms and disappearing underneath his long sleeves. You wished you could see where they stopped, and even wished that you could trace them.

You step out from his chambers and slide the door closed, only just finished making his bed, you were behind your schedule with how absent-minded you were. You hadn’t even seen him standing at the entrance of the hallway.

“Finished?” He asks, making you jump and turn to look at him. You bow and move everything out of his way. “A shame… I would have loved to spend a little extra time with you,” He smiles, gotdamn, the way his smile seems to have lit this dim hallway. He slides the door to his chambers open and steps inside, he turns back to you. “Tomorrow then… Y/n,” It was the first time he had said your name, and you felt a warmth spread through you.

Word started spreading that the King no longer invited any women to his chambers, and speculation made the rounds that someone had changed him. You didn’t think much of it or pay it much attention, you just knew that you had seen him change, and maybe he wasn’t such a disgusting man that you had thought he was.

But then the word went around among the newer maids that you were cleaning his quarters, and you were always around him, ignoring the fact that it was against your will, and part of your job when you had joined. And suddenly, overnight, you were outcasted and treated differently.

“You’re so damn unworthy of the King’s attention,” One of them says as they push you backwards, you drop the linen in your hand, causing it to fall in the mud. “See, can’t even keep the King’s sheets clean,” They step onto the sheets, dirtying it further, before walking away, sniggering. You let out a sigh and picked up the linen, not caring if it would dirty your clothes, you had to clean them again or at least find new ones.

You took the abuse, you didn’t want to cause any trouble, you knew the guards and higher ranking people had more important things to deal with than the rumour about the King and the maid potentially seeing each other, but you never expected the King himself to witness this abuse.

“What is going on here?!” His voice booms loudly through the courtyard, the maid that had pushed you to the ground pauses, you watch as fear seeps into her eyes before she slowly turns to look at the King, who was slowly striding in the direction of the scene. “Well… is anyone going to answer me?” You look away from him as his eyes land on you.

“My King, I… I,” She stutters, trying to find an explanation for what was happening. “I, she… she was slacking off, and I… I was trying to-”

“Your senior was slacking off?” Taeyang asks, raising his brow. “The maid I personally chose to clean my personal space?” You kept your gaze low as you see his feet appear in your vision. “Impossible… I would have noticed if she had, which means, you are telling a lie,” His tone sounded cold. “Take her, and set a hearing for punishment for this afternoon,” You quickly scramble out of the way as guards rush to her side.

“MY KING!” She yells before being dragged away, her screaming getting further and further away. You watch as a hand slowly comes into your vision, and you hear everyone surrounding the scene begin to whisper.

“Do none of you have work to do?” You hear him ask before hearing footsteps scattering away. “How long has this been going on?” You slowly turn your head to look up at him. “How long have they been watching and abusing you?”

“It doesn’t matter,” You mumble. He lets out a frustrated sigh and reaches down for your hand, he pulls you to your feet.

“Of course, it matters,” He says. His eyes quickly move over you, trying to find any damage on you. “They have rules, and rules are meant to be followed, if not, then what is the point of having them behind these walls?” He lifts your hand, finding a few scratches on your dirtier palm. “Barbaric, that is what they are for choosing abusive tactics, they’re almost just as barbaric as our enemies,” You pull your hand away from his grip. “Y/n…” It was only the second time you had heard him say your name, in any other situation you may have paused to let it sink in, but right now… you just wanted to disappear.

“I will be late for my duties, I must go clean myself,” You say and quickly turn around, you could feel tears brimming in your eyes. You were sure that by now whatever everyone had speculated, would practically be confirmed and spreading around like wildfire, even though you and the King… were not in any kind of relationship.

As you were preparing to get ready to take a bath that night, guards invade your chambers, and you just barely managed to pull a cover over you before you were taken to the palace, to your King’s chambers, practically naked. You were forced down on your knees in front of him, and you tried to keep yourself covered in front of everyone. Anger goes through him as he sees the state you were in.

“How dare you!” You shiver as you hear the anger in his voice. “Do none of you have respect for a woman’s privacy?” He growls out and points to his door. “Get out, now,” They quickly scramble out the door, and he looks at you, feeling guilty for having them go and get you as you could have possibly been naked, had they seen something they weren’t supposed to? He takes in a deep breath. “My intent was not for them to take you… in such a state,” He tries to explain himself. “I… I have no excuse, I apologize, let me find you something to cover yourself with,” He begins looking through his room, through his clothes.

“My King, why am I here?” You ask, your tone wavering as you do. He freezes as he hears your shaking tone. You kept your head down, afraid to look up at him.

“I wished for you to be here…” He says, slowly turning to face you. “I can no longer deny it to myself, you’ve managed to claw your way into my heart,” You gasp at his confession, your mind racing, your heart racing. “I must confess to you, because I am sure that you feel the same, and this must be a lot to process,” He takes a step towards you before pausing. “But I do not want you to be sleeping in the maid's quarters anymore, not with what I’ve seen and heard for myself,” He steps closer to you, the cover he wanted to find completely erased from his mind. He lowers down to his knees in front of you and slowly outstretches his arm to cup your cheek, he lifts your head to make you look at him. “You’ll either sleep here or I’ll arrange a new chamber for you to be made nearby, but you will not return to the quarters,” You weren’t sure how to react to him, you were in shock, how could you respond to this? How could you react?

The following morning you were quickly ushered into the eating hall, you had barely had a moment to get ready when maids had come to get you and help you prepare, you were sat across from the King, and he was smiling at you.

“I hope it’s something you will enjoy,” He says, a plate was set down in front of you. “And while we’re here, your schedule has been cleared for the day,” You slowly nod your head, confused about what was happening, and why it was happening. “How are your hand's feelings?” You quickly turn them upwards to look at the fading scratches.

“They’re okay, My King,” You whisper. You were avoiding eye contact with him.

“I will have a look at them later, but for now, please, enjoy,” He says and gestures to the food in front of you, you bow your head and pick up one of the utensils and begin eating.

You were once again ushered into the eating hall at lunch and dinner, you had wished that everything would have sunk in by the time evening had reached, but you were still in shock. After finishing dinner, you were guided back to his chambers and found your clothes, and new ones had been brought and were filling some space in his room. He steps into his room and moves next to you.

“I’ve asked for them to bring us something to drink,” He says, you nod your head, unsure what to say. “We need to discuss your future here in the palace,” You swallow, your heart rate picking up quickly. Were you about to be let go? No, that couldn’t be it, he had admitted his feelings for you, he wouldn’t kick you out. “It’s nothing bad, you look concerned,” He moves in front of you before hearing a knock on the wooden frame outside, he steps back and watches as the servers brought in the drinks he had requested before leaving. “Come… sit, let me pour you something to calm your nerves,” He guides you to one of the pillows on the floor, and you quickly sit down on it.

“My king,” You softly say, watching as he picks up a glass. “What’s this about, if I may ask?” He sits down on the other pillow across from you.

“Your work,” He says. “From tomorrow onwards, you will no longer be working as a maid,” You didn’t know if you had to feel relieved. “You will rest, do as you please and what you want,” He moves a little closer to you, your heart thumbs loudly in your chest.

“And what if I want to work?” You whisper, you didn’t want to stop working, you would have no idea what to do with yourself if you were supposed to stop working. What would you ever do? What would you even do with all that free time? He clears his throat, not expecting you to say that.

“Then you can choose any place you wish to work at…” He says. He would have preferred you not work at all, but if you wished to work, then you could at least choose the work you wished to do and where you wanted to do it. And his words clearly surprised you, but you couldn’t help but smile.

You could hear your heart thundering in your chest as the days passed, you weren’t necessarily on edge, but you knew that he had started making you nervous in a much different way. His touches had become more intimidating and his much going, which had you craving it just a little more every day. You ended up choosing to continue cleaning his quarters, mostly because you didn’t want the others to find your clothing in his room, and it was the only place you were allowed to do, and of course, he insisted that if you were going to clean his quarters, you should still clean his sword room, which he continued to practice his skins in while you were there.

Weeks pass and you found yourself in his chambers with a separate bed inside it, you were laying awake, your mind rushing a million miles an hour, and sleep seemed impossible. You turn onto your side to look at him, your eyes slowly move over his form, his face looked absolutely peaceful, sculpted beautifully, his jaw was sharp even as he laid there, his lips plush and his skin was the perfect colour, his hair fell over his face slightly, but even it shined just like he did, your eyes carefully move lower and watch as his chest rises and falls. His arms were above the covers, seeing his hands at his side, your eyes slowly move over them to take in their shape, how his fingers were also sculpted, the veins on his hands were perfect, not too much and not too little. You couldn’t help but think to yourself… When had you become this interested in your King?

“Can’t sleep?” He breathes out, your eyes snap upwards and found his head turned and his eyes open and watching you.

“I…” You breathe out. He turns onto his side and props himself up onto his elbow, you swallow and lick your lips. His dark eyes watched you carefully, waiting for your next movement.

“What’s on your mind…?” He slowly asks. You move to sit before moving onto your hands and knees.

“My King…” You whisper. “May I try something?” He raises an eyebrow and slowly nods his head, you watch as some of his hair falls over his eyes. You could feel your entire body starting to quiver, you slowly move towards him on your hands and knees, the sound of the fabric moving was practically the only noise you could hear aside from your own breathing and erratic heart rate. His eyes stay unmoving, unblinking, watching you with interest. You stop next to his bed and lift one hand, he quickly picks up on his much it shakes and takes it into his hand, and slowly pulls it towards his face, pressing it against his cheek.

“Don’t be scared…” He whispers, his voice sounding so damn calming. You lean closer, your hair falls over your shoulder, your eyes flutter before your lips touch his, you instantly pull away, your senses kicking in immediately, his hand releases yours, and he moves it to the back of your head, pressing down against it and pulling you in for a proper kiss, and making sure you couldn’t pull away so hastily this time.

You awoke the next morning, not in your bed that he had arranged in his room, but in his bed instead, you were alone underneath the sheets, but you could see his silhouette behind the screen where he was washing his face. Your mind drifts back to the night before, how soft and warm his lips were, how his fingers twisted into your hair as your lips moved together. A smile begins forming on your lips at the memory and the feeling of it.

“Thinking of last night?” His voice interrupts your thoughts, making you blink rapidly before looking at him. His torso was on display and his lower half was covered, you quickly lower your head and turn it against the pillow, blocking your view from him. He chuckles, and you hear him step up the stairs to reach his bed. “Take your time getting ready... I can’t shake the feeling of your lips against mine either,” You feel his hand touch your shoulder and slowly slide over your shoulder blade before his hand disappears from you, and you hear him move away from the bed. “I must admit, I did not expect that.”

“I did not expect that from myself either,” You say, your words sounding muffled by the pillow. You hear him laugh and hear movement from his clothes as he begins dressing himself.

“Do you regret it?” He asks. An image of last night flashes through your mind, your hand unconsciously grips onto the pillow as you imagined yourself gripping onto his hair, how you wish you had done that last night.

“No,” You finally answer him. And it was the truth, you didn’t regret it, you only wished you had willed yourself to be braver and do a little more. “I don’t regret it all.”

A few days passed since then, and you weren’t sure what to call what was between yourself and the King, could you call it a relationship? Or was it something else? You hoped that it was something more, and not just a game to him, a mere afterthought when he becomes bored.

You were inside the sword room, cleaning, or trying to, and he was practising with one of his men, you were looking at him, biting your lower lip and shifting your weight from one leg to the other, he catches sight of how you were watching him, biting your lip and trying to hide the fact that you were turned on from something. He couldn’t help but smile to himself before ending the practice and leaving the room, taking note of your reaction to him wielding his sword.

A few nights passed, and you were preparing yourself for bed when the door slides open and closed, you hear footsteps approach you, but think nothing of it a first.

“Do you trust me?” You hear him ask, his voice almost sounded like he was nervous when he had asked you. “Don’t turn around, just answer me,” You swallow and slowly nod your head.

“I do…” You whisper. You hear him stop a few feet behind you before you see a flash of silver metal coming into your view, you swallow and hear him take a step closer to you.

“I’ll have someone make you the finest pair of sleepwear… but I wish to destroy these, do I have your consent?” He asks, you swallow and feel your legs trembling beneath you and wetness pooling between your folds.

“Yes, my King…” You answer. You watch the sword disappear from your view, you were almost thankful he had shown you what he had in his hand, but fuck, it somehow turned you on even more to imagine the cold steel against your skin, you had felt it once, and that memory was still burned into your mind. You feel his fingers brush against your skin before feeling him move your hair over your shoulders, moving them out of his way, you feel the cold metal touch the top of your spine and feel the sharp edge touch your skin and slide down against your spine until it had slipped into your dress. With one swift movement, he pulls at it, and you hear the fabric being torn, causing you to whimper, and your breathing to become heavier and deeper.

The sleeves on your shoulders fall down your arms, exposing your bare back to him, the dress pools onto the floor around your feet, and you were almost thankful that he was behind you and not in front of you to see your naked front, but you were sure that whatever would happen here tonight would lead to him seeing every part of you. You feel the blade slide lower, the only thing you still had on was a pair of panties, and you were sure they would be next.

“Does your consent still stand?” He asks. Your mind was in a hazy spin, you could practically feel your arousal dripping from you and making a mess between your legs. You should stop, you should tell him to stop, but you don’t want him to stop.

“Yes,” You breathe out, it almost sounded like a moan, a plea for him to continue. You feel the cold metal sliding into your panties, and you feel the cold blade touch your asscheeks before you hear the fabric being torn by the sharp end. “Oh,” Your head falls back and your eyes flutter, you feel his front press against your back before feeling an arm move around you and his hand wrapping around your throat and pressing his fingers against your jaw.

“You can revoke your consent at any time,” He mutters, he could feel your heart beating erratically with where his fingers were resting. “I’m not unfair,” You swallow, and you were aware that he could feel it against the palm of his hand.

“I know, my King,” You whisper. His hand slowly releases your throat and slides lower until they reach the curve of your breast before his hand moves away and grips onto your waist, turning you around to face him. His eyes immediately fall lower to roam over your chest and front, taking all of you in, taking everything in. You move your hands to cover yourself, but he manages to grab your wrist and stop you.

“Don’t…” He mutters. “You can’t possibly wish to hide yourself from me, unless you revoke your consent,” You swallow and try to look anywhere else but at him. He slowly backs you up before laying you down on your bed and moves to straddle one of your thighs, his sword still in hand. His hand releases your wrists, and he moves his hand to your hip. He slowly slides his hand upwards and stops just below your tit. “You’re special indeed.”

“Do you say that… to all your bed warmers?” The words slipped from your lips, he suddenly freezes and slowly lifts his gaze from your exposed chest.

“Do you see yourself as just another fling to me?” He asks, his tone suddenly changing. “Is what you think is about to happen between us, nothing but a thought that I will toss you aside once I’ve had what I wanted?” You swallow and slowly nod your head, you had started the conversation, you may as well finish it also. “I believe we’ve spent time with each other a lot longer than I had ever spent with those women, combined, I would not be putting in this much effort if you were just another fling.”

“How would I know?” You whisper back. His hand leaves your breast, and he moves to cup your cheek, he releases the sword next to you on the bed and moves that hand through your hair.

“Because, you are different from them,” He says. “And I don’t mean, desperate as they were, you never wanted my attention, you never once begged me to sleep with you to brag to your friends…” You take in a slow, deep breath. “You were different from the start, and I became so used to women throwing themselves at me, not telling me ‘no’, that when you said no… it surprised me and I became intrigued with you, curious if you were playing with me,” His fingers gently comb through your hair. “But you kept refusing me, refusing my touches, and when you kissed me that night and immediately pulled away…”

“I was curious that night,” You quickly mutter, making him chuckle.

“Curious about what?” He softly asks. He leans down, and you could feel his robes rubbing against your bare skin.

“About how your lips would feel, taste…” You whisper, he smirks and twists his fingers into your hair, you quickly reach up, not wanting to miss the opportunity to do the same to him this time. But you hesitate.

“All this hesitation, and for what?” He mutters, and releases your cheek to reach up for your hand and place it on the back of his head, your fingers quickly twist into his hair. “No woman, that has a plot to sleep with me would be so hesitant in touching me, everyone was always so eager, eager to see me naked, eager to feel how their King’s cock felt inside them, and eager to know if they felt good enough to be my wife or even my mistress, but you…” He softly chuckles and shakes his head, you watch as his hair bounces and moves in front of his eyes. “So shy when I just begin to remove my robes, how quickly you hide our face… and how hesitant you are, tells me enough.”

“Tells you enough?” You ask. “How would you know it’s not part of the plan, to fool you?” He hums and untwists his fingers from your hair.

“If it was… then I foolishly fell for it and for you,” He says. You could feel your heart taking a leap at his words. “But unfortunately for you, I know it’s not part of some grand plan, I know whatever it is you’re feeling here and now… is at least real,” You swallow and let out a shuddering breath. “My obsessive behaviour after we met, I do apologize for it, but I can’t tell you I regret it, otherwise we would not be here right now,” He begins moving away from you. “Do you have any more doubt, any more questions?”

“Yes, I do have one question…” You mutter, you were willing to take this risk and see if he truly felt anything for you, or if you would be pushed aside. “Will you be continuing what you started?” You nod towards the sword laying next to you.

“If you wish to continue,” He says, and slides his fingers from your hair, his hand releases your wrist and your hand falls from his hair as he picks up his sword. “Do you wish to continue?”

“I do,” You whisper. You gasp as you feel the blade touch your collarbone, your eyes move to look at his face and found his eyes watching the blade as he carefully begins sliding it down your skin. “Oh, hmm,” You whimper out, feeling your insides churning and your panties becoming soaked. The blade slowly travels over the curve of your breast, and gently over your nipple, causing it to become hard, your chest rises up and down as you breathe in rapidly. You move to squeeze your legs together, only for you to squeeze your legs against his.

“Does this turn you on so much?” He asks. “To feel the cold steel, that could take your life at any given moment, travelling over your skin…”

“My King…” You whimper out, your eyes fluttering. You feel it move over your under boob and slowly over your ribs and tummy before pausing just below your belly button.

“You sound absolutely desperate when you say it like that,” He says. He watches as you suck in your tummy before he moves the blade towards the crease of your hip and slides inside your panties. “I already ruined the back of them, may as well destroy them completely,” He pulls his sword upwards and your clit twitches as you hear the fabric being torn before feeling it fall against you. “I’ll be sure to get you new ones, better ones,” He presses the blade against your upper thigh and slowly slides it over your mound and underneath the remaining fabric and tugs upwards, cutting it open also.

“I… Oh,” You whimper out, your head turns against the bed, and you reach up to grip onto a pillow. He moves lower on your leg and slowly slides the sword over the top of your thighs and slowly to the inside of them, his eyes flash upwards to watch your face before his eyes were back to where he was holding the sword against your skin. “Hmm,” He lifts it away before you feel the flat side press against your folds, making you hear a squelching sound before he pulls away, your eyes immediately move to him.

“Well… fuck,” He mutters as he saw your arousal sitting against the blade. “So wet, all because of this,” He places the sword down next to the bed, making sure it was out of the way and that neither of you would get hurt by it. He places his hand on your thigh and slowly slides his hand upwards, over the crease of your hip and over your belly until he reaches your tit, he slides his thumb over your nipple and rubs a slow circle over it.

“Hmm, hmm,” You couldn’t help but whimper out, your skin felt so hot, and his skin felt almost cold as he touched you. “I… My King,” He slowly rolls the bud underneath his finger before taking it between his fingers and slowly rolling it between his fingers. “Oh,” You sigh out. He slightly tugs your nipple before releasing it and sliding his finger over the swollen and hardened bud.

“So pretty,” He mutters. He flattens his hand over your breast and kneads his fingers into your tit while rubbing his palm over your nipple. “Hmm…” He suddenly moves his hand away from your breast, and you feel his robes touch your bare body, moments later you feel his tongue flatten against your under boob and slowly slides upwards until he reaches your nipple, his lips wrap around your nipple, and he sucks it into his mouth. You could feel your walls squeeze around nothing as a feeling moves down to your core.

“Oh… Ohh,” You breathe out, your eyes fluttering, you move your hand to the back of his head and run your fingers through his hair. “So good…” You mumble, your nails scratch against his scalp, making him move his hips against your leg, your eyes open wide as you were made aware of how hard cock practically resting on your thigh, if it weren’t for his robes, it would have been on your thigh. “King… My King,” You whimper out and tug at his hair, he pulls away from your nipple, silver strings of saliva breaking off and coating your tit.

“Fuck… I wonder how you’ll react when I suck on something else,” He says. Your hand falls away from his hair as he sits upright on your leg. “Let’s see,” He climbs off your leg and moves between them, using his body to push them open. You could feel your arousal squelching as your pussy lips were being parted. “Hmm, my fuck… You smell so good and look so wet,” He leans down and moves his arms underneath your legs, he lifts them, causing your hips to slightly lift off the bed. “Hmm…”

“My King… fuck, I, fuck,” You stumble over your words. You weren’t even sure what to say in this situation. You feel his hair tickling the inside of your thighs before feeling his nose moving over your mound, causing your pubic hair to tickle, before you felt his nose move over your folds.

“Fuck, so good, and I haven’t tasted yet,” He mutters. He pushes his nose against your pussy, above your clit, and takes in a deep breath, causing your clit to twitch. “Hmm,” You feel the vibrations of his hum shoot up inside you, making you wetter and casing a tightening feeling to begin building inside you already. “Let me taste…” You gasp as you feel his tongue flatten against your clit and lick a stripe over it, your head thrashes against the bed at the stimulation against your clit.

“King Taeyang!” You moan out, your palms opening and closing as you didn’t know where to grab or hold onto. “Fuck!” He smirks and dips his head lower and flattens his tongue against you, the tip of it pushes inside you before he licks a stripe upwards, over your clit again. “Ahh, ohh,” Your eyes flutter as your breathing becomes shallow. He repeats it again but this time his mouth wraps around your clit, and he slides his tongue over the throbbing nub several times, your body tenses up as you feel a warm feeling going through you at rapid speed. “My King, Oh, fuck!” The feeling suddenly stops, and you’re left breathing hard and feeling cool air blowing against your sweat-coated skin.

You feel him push one of your legs over his shoulder before feeling some movements between your legs and seconds later, your body jerks as you feel his fingers touch your folds and slowly slide over them, slowly travelling towards your slit. You press your heel into his back before bending your leg, opening yourself more for him, giving him more space to work with, causing him to pull away from your clit.

“Fuck, such a good girl,” He immediately says before swallowing. “Knowing exactly what to do to make herself feel good,” You whimper and stare upwards, waiting in anticipation for his next move. “You deserve to cum so hard, I hope I can give that to you,” You feel his fingers touch your slit, and he slides one into you.

“Oh… oh,” You breathe out and twist your fingers into the covers as you feel how easily his digit slipped into you. He slowly slides it out, and you feel another finger poking at your slit before feeling a light stretch as he pushes two digits inside you. “Fuck, I… oh, I,” He slowly turns them inside you before using a scissoring motion inside you. “Fuck!” Your back arches as you feel his lips brush over your clit before his tongue flicks over it. “Oh!” Your eyes fall shut, the sounds coming from you as he was pumping and scissoring his fingers inside you were sinful, and the feeling he was making you feel as he licked your clit was just as sinful.

His lips wrap around your clit, and he sucks on it, you release the covers and reach down with one hand, running your fingers through his hair and tug on it, making him groan against your clit, which causes your walls to clench around his fingers. He tugs at your clit before using his tongue against it, causing another warm feeling to rush through you and towards the tension that was building inside you. You could feel your legs tensing up, and you were pressing your foot into his shoulder as you were edging closer to a high.

“I, fuck, I, My King, I’m… gonna…” You mutter, your fingers twist into his black hair, tugging at it as if you were trying to use him to hold back your orgasm. “I’m…” You feel a third digit enter you, stretch your walls and cause a burning sensation to go through them. They squeeze around his fingers as his movements slow down, allowing you to adjust to them. He releases your clit and breathes against it, keeping you right on the edge of your high.

“Tug harder…” He mutters, which quickly makes your grip on his hair tightened. Fuck, everything he was doing to you, felt so good, you’ve never experienced this type of euphoric feeling before, and you were sure that you were becoming addicted to the feeling of it. His fingers begin moving faster inside you.

“Oh… fuck, feels so good, my King,” You moan out. You didn’t need to say more before his lips were latched against your clit again, and he was sucking on it harder than before as he twists and turns and pumps his fingers in and out of you, you could feel your arousal slipping between your asscheeks and dripping onto the bed covers. “I, fuck, I’m… MY KING!” Your breathing deepens and you feel your insides tugging together, you tug at his hair, earning a groan against your clit, the vibrations move through you and into the tightening feeling inside you. “I, FUCK!” Your back arches as your body become overwhelmed with the feeling of everything, the sounds, his fingers inside you, his mouth on your clit. Your toes curl as you feel the tension inside you snap, and you were pushed off the edge.

“FUCK!” You moan, your hips lifting and grinding against his face before you lower them. He continues sucking on your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you to ease you through your high, your muscles tense and pulls as stars dance behind your eyelids, your body tingled with the euphoric feeling, your mind absolutely blank because of it. “I’m, ohh, uhh,” You were blubbering out any kind of noise you could muster up, if it were in any other situation, you may have been embarrassed about it. He releases your clit and sits back, causing your hand to fall from his hair, his fingers curl and uncurl inside you slowly, waiting for you to come down from your high and when you do, he removes them, causing your cum to spill onto the bed, you twist your fingers into the sheets before releasing them, you lift your head to look at him, seeing how dark his eyes are. “Let me help you undress…” He takes your leg off from his shoulder and unwraps his arm from around the other one before he quickly stands from your bed, and you follow, feeling your release sliding down the inside of your legs.

You step in front of him and undo the bindings that held his robe together before slowly sliding the silk robe off his shoulders and letting it pool onto the floor, only a few feet away from yours, your hand's grip onto his shoulder, and you slowly slide your hands downwards, over his pecs and over his nipples, earning a shuddering breath from him. You couldn’t help but smirk and lean closer to run your fingers over his nipple as your hands slide lower to remove the final pieces of his clothes.

“Fuck, your mouth also feels good,” He mutters. “This is the first time a woman is doing this for me,” You look up at him and take his nipple between your lips and graze your teeth over it. “Ohh… it feels so good,” You softly sink your teeth into it and tug on it before realising it, you flatten your tongue on it before you lick a trail down his stomach, feeling the ridges of his toned body underneath your tongue, you reach his happy trail and slowly lower yourself down onto your knees to lick over it. “Fuck…” His hand immediately moves to the back of your head, gripping onto your hair and tugging on it as your tongue moves lower and lower. “Ohh… fuck, Y/n…” Fuck, hearing your name fall from his lips in such a tone felt so sinful and should probably be illegal.

Your tongue reaches his pubic bone, and you watch as he sucks in his stomach as he takes in a deep breath, you watch his thigh muscles twitch before you grip onto them to steady yourself. Your tongue slowly moves over his pubic bone, and you hear a low whimper from him, his fingers tighten in your hair, your tongue slowly slides over the base of his cock, you tilt your head, and you feel him almost tug your head away as your hair tickles his thigh.

“Fuck… that feels so good,” He groans out, you glance up and saw he was looking down at you, his eyes unfocused and his lids fluttering. You slowly slide your tongue along his hard cock, reaching the head of it and running your tongue over it, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum, your tongue moves to the underside of his cock and feel the prominent vein on it. “Fuck… I can’t, I need to be inside you now,” He practically growls out before pulling you to your feet and pushing you down onto the bed, he quickly moves between your legs, his cock rests on your mound, and you feel his pre-cum dripping onto it and making a mess on your pubic hair. He wraps his hand around himself and moves his cock between your folds, sliding it over your clit, making your body twitch at the feeling of it.

“I, ohhh, uhh, fuck,” You moan as you feel how sensitive your clit was to any touch. He slides his cock along your folds, coating himself with your arousal and mixing his pre-cum with it. “My King…” He slides himself down to your slit and slowly pushes the head into you, he unwraps his hand from himself and places it on the crease of your hip. “Ohh, oh.”

“Uhh,” He groans out, his head falling backwards for a moment as he slowly pushes into you, slowly stretching you and filling you. “Fuck, so good,” Your mixed moans and groans quickly fill the room, and he was only just entering you.

“Oh, fuck…” You moan out, you swear you could feel the vein on his cock pressing against your walls, or you could be imagining it, but fuck, it was making you clench around him, which made him pause for a second before he pushes himself deeper into you, he leans over you as he bottoms out inside you, breathing hard, veins on his neck had appeared, and you could see sweat starting to form on his skin.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” He groans out, he couldn’t help himself, he had to say it. “Fuck,” His voice sounded so damn strained also. You reach up with one hand and slide your fingers over the back of his neck and into his hair.

“Hmm…” You whimper out, and meet his eyes. His hands slide away from your hips and move onto the bed, pressing down into them before he slowly lifts his hips, sliding out from you halfway before slowly sinking back into you. The sound quickly fills the room as he begins picking up the pace and setting a rhythm. “Ohh, My King,” You whimper out, your nails graze against his scalp, with each thrust, it felt like he was taking your breath away. Your other hand moves underneath his arm, and you slide your hand along his back, feeling his muscles tense and relax as he rolls his hips into yours.

“Fuck,” He grunts out. He looks into your eyes before leaning down and kissing you almost hungrily, his tongue traces over your lips within seconds, taking in whatever taste he could find of you, and fuck, he was loving it. Your lips move together as the room heats up, and begins smelling like sex, the wet sounds echo around the room and your moans and groans made it sound like a sinful yet delicious melody going around. You pull away from the kiss, and his lips move down your neck and jaw.

“Can you… fuck, I,” You begin, only to quickly realise how disrespectful it sounded, his hips lift, and he harshly thrusts into you, making you gasp and dig your nails into his shoulder blade where one of your hands was resting.

“Say it, don’t be shy,” He mutters against your skin, you could feel a coil in the pits of your stomach, the tightening feeling you had earlier quickly returning and feeling like it was pulling tighter.

“Can you go a little faster… rougher,” You ask. You feel him lift his hips before feeling the same harsh thrust you felt only moments ago. “Fuck!” You gasp out, and your eyes begin to flutter. Your hands fall from him as he sits back on his knees and grips onto your hips, you whimper and clench around him as you feel his thumbs digging into the crease of your hips before he lifts them and slams into you. “FUCK!” It felt like your breath got stuck in your throat with how harsh he thrust into you.

“Like that?” He asks, and you could hear a teasing tone mixed into his strained tone. “Want some bruises on your pretty skin from how good I’m making you feel?” His hands on your hips tighter, and fuck, your thoughts ran wild at the thoughts of seeing his fingerprints on your hips the next day. “Want me to grip you tight to show you how good you’ve been making me feel also?”

“Fuck, yes, fuck, I,” You moan out, suddenly not caring if you disrespected him. “Fuck, I wanna make you feel so good also,” You manage to get out. His hands suddenly slide away from your hips, and he grips onto your thighs, you weren’t even sure what happened in the next few seconds, one second you were beneath him and the next, you were on top of him.

“Then make me feel good,” He growls out and presses his fingers into your thighs. You moan and begin lifting and lowering yourself onto his cock, you could hear the sound of your wetness becoming more as you do, you could feel it spattering on the inside of your thigh, and you were sure his thighs were also covered with your arousal. “That’s it, what a good girl you are,” He praises. His hands press down hard against your thighs, making you almost lift off completely from him. “Fuck, so good,” He lifts his hips and meets you halfway.

“FUCK!” You scream and throw your head back at the feeling. Your entire body felt on fire, and you could feel your muscles starting to pull. “Fuck, My King!” You press your hands down against his chest, your thumbs press down against his nipples, making him jerk his hips upwards again.

“Fuck…” He groans out, his hips slowly lowering down. Your fingers curl against his chest, and you could see red claw-like marks form on his skin from it.

“You’re so sensitive, aren’t you?” You ask, breathless, from everything you were feeling. One of his hands slides upwards, and he cups your mound and moves his thumb onto your clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You chant out and close your eyes as your head falls forward, you could feel how close you were, and you were struggling to lift and lower yourself from him. “My King.”

“You’re not wrong with how sensitive I can feel in intimate moments like this,” He says, fuck, his tone sounded so strained. Your walls squeeze down around him, and you could feel a heat going through your legs, his other hand squeezes your thigh, and you felt like he was now holding your orgasm in his hand and if he were to let go, you would let go. You lean down and move your hand away from his chest, he lets out a groan as he feels your breathing hit his nipple.

“Then I should make sure my King experiences every bit of pleasure…” You mutter and barely gave him a second before your lips were around his nipple, sucking on it, his hips lift, and his cock slides deeper into you, his thumb presses down harder against your clit, making you moan against his nipple.

“Fucking hell,” He moans out. Your toes curl and you feel a rush of pleasure going through you before it crashes into the tightening feeling in your abdomen, your stomach presses harder against his, and you feel his muscles pull and twitch moments before you come undone. You squeeze your eyes shut, and you forget to suck on his nipple, he feels your saliva slide down the side of his ribs as your hips move a little faster against him to get yourself through your own high. Your walls squeeze around him, milking him for an orgasm. “Fuck…” His hand on your thigh loosens, and he slides his hand upwards, over the curve of your ass, pausing to grip onto it when your walls clamp down around him, and over your spine.

“Hmm, hhmm,” You moan out. You could feel your muscles becoming tired with how fast you were moving your hips to get yourself off. Stars dance in front of your eyes, and you barely feel his thumb leave your clit. His hands grip your hips, and you feel yourself being laid back before feeling him lift your hips and rolling his into yours as he sits on his knees. Your saliva slides down his chest before bending in with the beads of sweat on his skin. “OH, OH FUCK!” Your head thrashes against the bed, feeling his fast and sloppy movements as he was starting to chase his high. “FUCK, I’M GONNA!”

“Again?” He asks teasingly. “Fuck, am I that good to make you want to cum twice with my cock inside you?” Your head turns, and your body almost follows it as it tenses up, you hadn’t had a chance to feel this one build up before it had crashed into you again. “Fuck, oh, fuck, that’s it,” He groans out, throwing his head back and swallowing loudly.

“KING TAEYANG!” You moan loudly, your body quivering beneath him with pleasure. The stars behind your lids slowly turn into fireworks as it feels like your entire body was floating. You feel him harshly thrust into you before hearing a loud moan as hot ropes of cum paint your walls and fill you as he rocks his hips into yours to ease himself and yourself.

“Fuck… fuck, oh, my fucking…” He grunts out, sounding breathless as he does. He slowly lowers your hips and lowers himself with also, slipping out of you as the last few drops spill from him and onto your pussy. He lays down next to you, taking in deep breaths, you slowly open your eyes and look upwards, trying to catch your breath as you take in the afterglow of it all. He reaches out and gently brushes some of your hair out of your face.

“My King…” You pant out, He hums and slides his hand down your neck, pushing some of your hair that was sticking to your skin away, over your collarbone and pausing just above your tit. “Why are our heads on this side of the bed?” Your heads were on the opposite of where you had started. He chuckles and slides his fingers with a feather-like touch over your breast and over your nipple.

“Because it was just so good, we ended up like this,” He says. You slowly nod your head and slowly turn your head to look at him.

“This may sound… rude, but… the other women,” You begin, you see a shift in his eyes but decide to ignore it for the time being. “Have they never… offered to pleasure you?” He takes in a deep breath and rolls onto his back.

“No,” He says staring upwards. “They just wanted me to give them what they wanted,” You move onto your side, propping yourself up on your elbow. “I don’t mind making any woman feel good, but this experience was much different than what I’m used to,” You slowly nod your head and hesitantly reach out to touch him, causing him to chuckle. “Even after we had sex, you’re still hesitant to touch me,” He takes your hand and presses it down against his chest, you feel his heart hammering inside his chest.

“You deserved to feel good also,” You mutter. “From what I know and learned, if you’re not receiving then you must not be having fun,” He turns his head to look at you, taking in your messy and damp hair, your sweat-coated skin.

“Will you continue to give?” He whispers, you lift your gaze to look at him. “Will you do this again when we do this again?”

“Did you enjoy it, my King?” You whisper, you watch a smile begin to form on his lips. “Because if you enjoyed it, then I will continue to give and even give more than what’s asked,” You slide your hand down his chest, his hand following as it rests on yours. “Especially down here,” You slide your hand over his happy trail and over his pubic bone before stopping when your hand touched his soft cock. “Like sucking it,” You watch as he swallows. You keep eye contact with him, and you softly squeeze his cock before moving your hand away from it. “We should go clean up, and then I must change my bedsheets,” His hand quickly grips yours harder, stopping you from getting up.

“Sleep in my bed,” He says. “It’s just going to be better if we share my bed,” You softly smile at him and nod your head. So you did indeed end up falling for him. “Let me clean you,” He sits upright.

“Then I can clean you also,” You say and sit upright also, you watch as he freezes. “Don’t tell me that they didn’t do that either?” He gets up from the bed and pulls you to your feet. “I’m taking it as a yes…” You mutter and follow him as he leads you behind the screen door where a bowl with water was.

“This is probably cold by now, but we need to clean up,” He mutters. You pick up the cloth first and wet it, he watches you carefully as you begin cleaning over his thighs before moving the fabric over his cock, slowly cleaning him. He wasn’t used to this, he wasn’t used to the women he slept with cleaning him and tending to him, but he accepted this feeling to be tended to with grace. Especially if it was you that would be tending to him like this.

The next morning you awoke and found brand-new clothes at the foot of his bed, clothes that seemed to be made for someone that would be the King’s wife. You swallow and slowly get up, feeling the breeze blow against your bare skin, memories from last night flash through your mind, your eyes move over your legs, finding his fingerprints imprinted into your skin. You slowly stand from the bed and slide your fingers over the clothes, feeling the fabric underneath your fingers.

“I am positive those will fit you well,” You hear him say, your head snaps towards the balcony door that has never once been open until today. “We must make an announcement.”

“Wh- what kind of announcement?” You ask, feeling your heart hammering inside your chest. He smiles and moves toward you, he was already dressed.

“That I shall no longer be looking for a wife,” He says, He stops in front of you. “Unless you have something to say against it,” You swallow and shake your head. “Have I become your type… Y/n?” And fuck, he had, he had become your type.

“Yes,” You whisper. He smiles and lifts his hand, cupping your cheek and caressing it, you lean into his touch.

“Then I should announce that I am no longer searching for a wife,” He says. You reach up and place your hand on top of his.

“Will they not be against it?” You ask. “The council, government officials?” He leans closer, his nose almost touches yours.

“It’s my Kingdom, which means they have no say in this, and if they dare…” You hear his tone shift. “You know how ruthless I become when my own people turn on me,” You nod your head. “So, I don’t think we will have a problem,” His lips touch yours, and you just had a feeling that at that moment, your life would change forever.

[whale-minmin]

mornings | kim hwiyoung

Genre : fluffy fluff, slight crack

Word Count : 710

A/N : i guess the guys teasing may be considered a bit suggestive? nothing nsfw though i promise, this is one of my favorite requests ever <3

Request : could you please do sf9 shirtless!hwiyoung please? the members teasing you in the morning after (seeing you wearing his oversized sweater). when hwiyoung came out of the room, he back hugging you and peppering you kisses and the members rolled their eyes. maybe something like that idk. thank you before, love all of your works💙

Birds singing, the wind gently brushing against your skin, the sun happily shining through the big windows, Hwiyoung's soft snoring. 

It was morning, your eyes squinting as you gazed out the window. You didn't want to get out at all, you just wanted to stay in bed and sleep all day.

You rubbed your eyes lazily and sat up, looking over at Hwiyoung's sleeping form. His arm was wrapped around you in a caring manner, making you smile. You decided not to wake him up, quietly wiggling out of his grasp and getting out of bed to not disturb his rest. He looked way too handsome and peaceful to be woken up.

Hwiyoung's sweater was way too big for you, covering your knees. You wished that the others won't be up yet, or the teasing would never stop.

You took your phone and quickly replied to a few texts before putting on your flip-flops and stretching a few times. It was a pretty warm and nice spring morning, you always loved the calm and peace when you woke up.

You quietly left the room, going to the bathroom first to wash up then to the living room. Oh, how unlucky you were. The eight guys were sitting on the sofas, chatting loudly. You slowly backed off, praying for them not to notice you. "Oh, morning, Y/N!" Inseong smiled, waving to you. Oh god.

"..Morning" You replied, laying against the wall and yawning as you adjusted the sweater. You heard teasing whistles, sighing mentally. "Well, well, Y/N-" Jaeyoon wiggled his eyebrows. 

"..No." You groaned, but it was already too late, all eyes fixed on you and the guys quietly giggling.

You knew this was not going to be good. "Just so you know, we don't want to be grandparents yet" Dawon chuckled, making your cheeks turn red. "We didn-"

"Good morning." Hwiyoung entered the living room, completely shirtless. Oh, just great. The whistles got louder as Hwiyoung glared daggers at them, ruffling his hair which at the moment looked like it could be an excellent bird nest. 

"Kids grow up so fast" Youngbin sighed dramatically, wiping a nonexistent tear from the corner of his eye. Hwiyoung scoffed and hugged you from the back, peppering you in soft kisses. The members rolled their eyes and turned away, scrunching their faces in slight disgust.

"Ew. Don't look, Chanhee" Rowoon covered Chani's eyes, making the youngest groan out. "Mind you, there are kids here, Hwi" He reminded teasingly, cocking a brow at the two of you.

Hwiyoung ignored the male and continued to kiss you all over, stopping at your nose. He fixed your hair, lovingly caressing your cheek. You wondered everyday what you did in your past life to deserve him. "Pancakes?" He asked, sweetly booping your nose and smiling. You nod, Hwiyoung about to enter the kitchen but Taeyang quickly stops him. 

"You will not be causing a fire in my kitchen for the fourth time, Mr.Kim" Hwiyoung scoffed, sitting on the sofa and making a place for you on his lap. Taeyang went to make pancakes for you and Hwiyoung as you cuddled with him, throwing a fuzzy blanket over both of you to cover his chest. 

Soon Taeyang returned with the pancakes, giving you and Hwiyoung a plate with the delicious breakfast. "Thank you, Tae" You hummed, Taeyang nodding and slumping on the sofa beside Zuho. 

"You look comfy, but, uh.." Dawon scratched the back of his head, not sure if he should be telling you about it or not. You turned your head to him, frowning. "You're running a little bit very late to work" You gasped and shot up, running to change. You completely forgot about work, the morning was just too perfect. 

 "Can't you skip work?" Hwiyoung whined lazily, back-hugging you. "I wish" You stood on your tippy toes to peck his lips, putting on your shoes. "We'll cuddle when I get home" He nodded, kissing you and helping you get ready. 

"Promise?" You could swear that Hwiyoung was a teddy bear locked in a grown man's body. "Promise, you can prepare movies and snacks" You hugged him and said your goodbyes to the rest of the guys.

Mornings with Hwiyoung are always perfect.

a/n : thank you for requesting! hope you liked it <333

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@atiny-chocolate-chip @lmaoskz

[yeslordmyking]

The first half is Jesus Died For Me.

I don't know the second half. To Worship in Love?

[112119] Taeyang changes his Insta profile pic & updates his bio

bio: J.D.F.M➕T.W.I.L

[inseongsfoxybae]

It was worth it

Pairing: Boyfriend Youngbin + Female Reader; secret relationship

Genre: Soft Smut, a bit of angst

Warnings: Making out, oral (female receiving), fingering, male masturbation, a couple of curses

Words: +1,4k

Requested: Hi! I could imagine with Youngbin or Taeyang you choose! Where he secretly dates a staff, except SF9 who know about their relationship, sees that his girlfriend is very overwhelmed because of work and decides to give her an oral (smut) so she can relax.

Author’s message: Hi, dear anon. Your request is finally here and it was really fun to write. Hope you like it and send in more requests later. Thank you for your support. Foxy kisses 😘

P.S: As english is not my mother language, it may contain misspelled. Also, sorry for any other mistakes :)

Synopsis: You have been really stressed about work, so your boyfriend Youngbin helps to relax even if only for one night. 

After three years as one of SF9’s staff, your life was never so hard as now, since the boys accepted the invitation to join Kingdom. You were always running between meetings and practices, checking their SNS’s, keeping up with all the articles and gossip spread out on the internet. 

All of this was making you extremely stressed, and all you could do when you arrived at home late at night was take a hot shower and sink into your bed. You didn’t even have time for your boyfriend, although he was always around you at work. 

You were secretly dating Youngbin for some months now and no one but the members knew about your relationship. Both of you struggled at the beginning, scared of doing something wrong or geting caught, but the overwhelming feelings you felt for each other were stronger and you just took that chance to live your romance with no regrets. 

But the overwhelming feelings you had now are different, very different, and Youngbin wasn’t the cause of it - well, at least not directly. You were exhausted, your body hurt, you had headaches constantly, you barely had time to eat or sleep properly, and you felt like you could explode any time. 

In one night, when the sun was long gone and the moon shone sadly in the sky and all the other staff had already finished their work and left, you found yourself alone in one of the meeting rooms, reading and rereading a ton of articles and checking comments on SNS. 

All the work seemed endless and you were about to cry in despair when you heard the door opening and Youngbin’s head poking into the room. 

“Hey, baby! Why are you still here?”, Youngbin gave you that sweet eye smile of his, making your heart ache. 

“Hey…”, you weakly answered trying to control your tears. “I have to finish this”, you pointed to the laptop in front of you, dozens of tabs open in the browser. 

“Wanna company?”, Youngbin asked, closing the door behind him and walking to sit next to you. 

“You better go home, Binnie. It’s late and you should be exhausted after all these practices”, you slowly replied, feeling his strong arms wrap around your shoulders. 

“So do you, Y/N. You’ve been working so hard these days and you need to rest too”, he whispered softly in your ear, fingers playing with your hair. 

“I know, but there’s still so much to do”, you murmured and then you realized you were crying, sobbing, in the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay, baby. Everything’s okay. Let it all go”, Youngbin comforted you, drawing slow patterns on your shoulder as you finally broke down on him. 

“It’s so hard, Youngbin”, you said when you calmed down a little. “I’m always so tired, my whole body hurts, I don’t know what’s resting anymore and we don’t even have time for ourselves anymore”, you paused and parted to look at him, reaching for his cheeks. “I miss you so much, baby. I miss your kisses, I miss your touches, I miss your body on mine, I miss you making me complete during nights”, you whispered, fighting against the urge to kiss him right there.

“I miss you too, baby… So bad”, Youngbin cupped your face in his large hands and pressed your lips together, slowly at the beginning, but with passion right after, kissing you hungrily and desperately, as if he was trying to remind you of your sweet taste long forgotten. 

Youngbin pulled you to his lap and you automatically straddled him, feeling his bulge growing into his pants and against your core. “Youngbin, stop! We can’t do this here”, you suddenly pushed him, breaking your hot kisses. 

“Why not? There are only you and me here, babe. Everyone else is already gone”, he quickly said before chasing your lips again. “We can enjoy ourselves tonight”, you murmured into your mouth, his warm tongue effortlessly taking control over you. 

“Youngbin, no… That’s not right”, you breathed and your boyfriend immediately stopped, looking at you with concerned but still needing eyes. 

“Tell me you don’t want to, Y/N”, he said, trying to hold in his own desire. 

“I want to, but I just can’t… I… I still have work to do, Binnie”, you explained, limbs slightly trembling with need.

“Shh… Take a break, huh?”, Youngbin pleaded and you reluctantly nodded. “At least let me take care of you”, he gave you a smirk that ran right to your heat before placing you on the top of the desktop. 

You sat there and watched him moving your laptop and a pile of papers away, waiting for any sign of what he was going to do next. 

“Open your legs for me, baby”, Youngbin commanded with a lust voice. Your eyes widened at his request, but you were too horny to even think about rejecting his order. You lifted your skirt and spread your legs as much as you can, while Youngbin adjusted his swivel chair to be on the same level as your pussy.

He ran his long fingers over your soaked panties, drawing slow patterns on your clothed clit. “Shit, you’re so wet”, he groaned, pushing the lacy fabric to the side to touch you raw. A gasp escaped from your lips as Youngbin locked his eyes with yours. “Can I taste you, babygirl?”. 

“God, yes”, you breathed quickly as he continued his motions on your clit. You let go a loud moan when his hot mouth finally attached to your pussy, licking and sucking your swollen bud as his fingers traced your entrance. “Youngbin”, you moaned his name, one finger curling into your pussy and brushing on your g-spot. 

With his free hand, Youngbin managed to pull down his sweatpants and set his hard dick free, palming himself in the same pace of his tongue on your clit, his groans reverberating on your sensitive nerves. Your whole body was in flames, legs loosely hanging on your boyfriend’s shoulders at his point, while he abused your womanhood and touching himself under the table. 

A second finger was inserted into your hole, thrusting exactly on your sweet spot, making you see stars under your shut eyelids. Youngbin had barely started, but you were already so close, feeling his fingers and tongue moving easier against you as your legs slightly shook around him, tugging hopelessly in his hair.

You could tell Youngbin was reaching his high as well, his breath ragged into your searing skin. Now, his tongue sucked harshly on your clit, setting a desperate pace as he felt you clenching around his fingers.

“Bin, I’m close”, you whined into the room, body collapsed on the desktop, hips shaking due to pleasure. 

“Cum for me, baby”, Youngbin moaned against your nerves when he barely could hold himself anymore, speeding up the pace of his fingers into you. And with a couple of right thrusts, you came undone into his mouth, gladly tasting your waters. 

“Fuck”, Youngbin moaned right after, coming all over his stomach and pants, resting his exhausting head on your thigh as he recovered his breath. He looked up at you and gave you a proud smile. “Feeling better?”, he asked, caressing your quivering hips. 

“Oh yeah”, you breathed. “I feel so good, so relaxed now”, you replied with a tired smile gracing your face too. “You made a mess of yourself”, you giggled looking at his cum on his shirt. 

“It was worth it”, Youngbin grinned, pulling his pants up again, putting back your panties and skirt to their places right away. He got up and took your hands, helping you to sit down. “Let’s finish work for today, okay?”, he softly said, cupping your face. 

“Okay”, you agreed, taking his hands in yours. “Binnie, you don’t have anything scheduled in the morning… Wanna spend the rest of the night at my place? So we can relax in my bed”, you suggested, raising your eyebrows. 

“Are you serious?”, Youngbin couldn’t believe the blessed words he just heard. When you confirmed, he always jumped in excitement. “Okay… I’ll change my clothes. Meet me at the parking lot in five minutes”, he didn’t wait for your answer, already leaving the room towards the locker room. 

You laughed to yourself and organized your things, heading to the parking to wait for him. Youngbin showed up punctually in five minutes, clearly happy to be spending the night with you after a while. And what a beautiful night you shared, with all the pent up passion finally overflowing from your chests and bodies. 

You felt wanted, loved, relaxed. And about letting your work behind tonight.... Well, it was really worth it. 

[sanghyukstattoos]

Riding in the wind

Characters: Yoo Taeyang x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut (including breeding kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex)

Words: 1933

Summary: Sex with Taeyang often included his breeding kink and this time, it was no different except with the two of you mixing fantasy and reality. 

A/N: Heyyyy, yess I do write for all members~~~ Oh my, I was very surprised to read this request and I'm not really great with smut writing but you said lowkey and I decided to take advantage of that (in a nice way???) Initially, I thought about writing Tae with a lowkey breeding kink but I don’t think it’s that lowkey anymore😅😅 So, here is to you hopefully liking it and thank you for liking the Sanghyuk fics very much~~~ Also, thank you for the request because I can finally add a Tae fic to the masterlist!

The first gif vs. the second (+_+) 

"Kids?" Taeyang whispered with a small smile across his face. Right now the sun had set and dark, deep tones of purple decorated the evening. The two of you were sitting on the sofa, facing each other with your knees touching. When he asked you that half question, you stilled and with good reason. You weren't sure if you were ready but drifting to thoughts about the future with him slightly eased the previous tension you felt. Tilting his head sideways in question, you bought yourself back to reality and slowly, very slowly agreed. "Yea, we could have kids, I guess." you spoke.

"It's okay if you are unsure because we have all the time-" and his words just powered through you. It wasn't a decision that you made on the whim because this topic had been floating around the house for almost a week now. Neither of you were opposed to having children so every time you touched the idea, Taeyang would be full of smiles. This was the first time however, you approached the subject and gave verbal confirmation.

You jumped a little saying, "I want to have kids, I want to have kids with you, sure", lips curling up into a smile as you spoke. A smile gradually adorned his face hearing you words and in excitement he pulled you into his arms. You squealed, wrapping your arms around him saying, "Yea, let's have a kid" realising that you said kids earlier instead of kid. "You said kids earlier, why are you going back?" he jokingly asked you, with disbelief on his face. You laughed, hiding your face in his neck, the redness creeping up on your face.

Grabbing his shoulders, you lightly pushed him down on the sofa, a little "oh" escaping his lips. His eyebrows cocked as a smile graced your lips. Giggling, you lowered your lips as his hands found your waist, guiding you to him. With a little thud, you plopped onto him, resting on your elbows careful not to crush him. His arms wrapped around you and shifted you onto his side, turning around to face you.

He was smiling more than you, feeling a little bit shy in the moment. Just as he went to kiss you, the phone rang and the two of you jumped back a little, feeling surprised. Planting a kiss to your forehead, he whispered a "sorry" with apologetic eyes and got off the sofa to answer the phone. You narrowed your eyes at the intrusion but the irritation left you as you heard the doorbell. Sitting up, you planted a soft and quick kiss onto his cheek. Passing by Taeyang on your way to the dinner table, you sneaked a glance only to find out that he was still on the phone.

Setting up the food, you heard Taeyang walk into the room and wrap his arms around you. Smiling, you turned around as your arms found his waist when he said, "I'm excited". Clearing the table, the food found itself on the other side. You squealed as he picked you, his lips finding yours, setting you on the table. Hungrily, you passionately made out on the table; your hands found his abs while he attacked your neck. Exploring the plain of your neck, his little love bites left red marks and you sighed in pleasure. Meeting your lips, he briefly leant away and pulled your t-shirt over your head.

The two of you stared at one another, breathing heavily as he removed his own t-shirt and unclasped your bra. It fell and your breasts bounced lightly at the lack of support. Discarding your bra to the side, he made quick work of removing the rest of his clothes while you did the same. Pushing you by the shoulders, you were now on the table, he pulled your legs so that your clothed centre met his cock.

Your fingers twirled your buds as he peppered kisses along the length of your stomach, fingers grasping the corners of your panties. Slowly, the adorned fabric made its way down your legs to your ankles and one hand replacing yours, his fingers twisted the nub. Feeling the heat pool at your centre, you jerked your hips, raising your back off the table. One hand slowly massaging your nipple, he pressed his lips to your sex eliciting a moan from you. Licking a stripe off your bundle of nerves, his finger went from rubbing comforting circles on your inner thigh to entering you. You moaned at the intrusion, the feeling of slight penetration building the pool of juices in the pit of your lower stomach.

Adding another finger, he continued eating you out, occasionally flattening his tongue against your centre as he shifted his hand to keep your legs open. Your fingers found their way to your breasts as you clenched around his fingers. Knowing that you were close, he pulled away, his face glistening with your juices while you groaned at the lack of attention to your clit. Grinning at your state, his cock was hard against his stomach, already leaking precum.

You wanted to suck him off, 'pop' as you left his cock to gaze at his fucked-out state. The sight of his face now- blush on his cheeks, deep pink pouty lips and your juices smeared across his face was enough for you to clench around air. Your hands met his as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, your nose scrunched tasting your cum. Giggling at your adorable response, you could feel his member touch your entrance. Prodding, it was barely entering, increasing your frustration at the sensation of teasing.

Wiggling your hips, you lowered yourself onto him but not before he grabbed your hips, completely stilling them. You met his questioning eyes before he pushed you further up the table, entering you whole. Mouth open, the pleasure silently engulfed you, feeling sensitive from the lack of orgasm earlier. Waiting for you to adjust to his size, you took in a deep breath, looking at him and nodding for him to continue. "You okay?" he asked and you replied, "yes" in confirmation, eagerly awaiting for him to move.

Slowly he moved, increasing to set a pace at which his hips met yours, letting out heavy moans as he relished in his pleasure. He sounded pretty and every time he masturbated himself thinking about you, he would let out those pretty moans, jerking himself faster at the thought of knotting inside of you. Now that he was here and that he had your verbal agreement, he could do what he had been wanting to do since day one- fill you with his seed. Biting his lips just thinking about it, he snapped his hips against you, drawing out louder moans from the both of you.

A little surprised at his action you asked, "You okay?" grabbing his hand from your knee as he looked into your eyes replying, "Yea- just thinking of filling you full of my cum and my kids.". His words drew a pink tint to your cheeks and never having stopped his rhythm, he connected your hands, doing the same with your lips. Leaving one hand, his muscles tightened as he supported his weight above you, thrusting just a little faster every time. Your walls surrounded his cock, gritting his teeth every time he felt you clench around him and moan, the sounds filling the entire room.

Breasts bouncing, he placed a kiss to each, hands holding your shoulder from behind as he pushed you into him. Full till the hilt, he was now directly above you and left marks alongside your neck as you opened up, wanting him to leave more. Groaning, he was breathless as he felt your nipples against his chest, his mind wandering to images of your breasts, swollen with milk as you neared the end of your pregnancy with your stomach round and full as well. Speaking into your ear, he stated, "I'm going to come in you baby, is that okay? Is it okay if I fuck my seed into you?". Knowing that it was rhetorical, you replied anyway, "Ahh- yea, please".

Gulping, images of you with your legs spread as his thick, white cum painted your walls and dripped down the legs of the table brought him closer to his release. Brows knitting, he came, splashes of his cum filling up your womb and at the warm feeling, the knot in your stomach unravelled, spoiling yourself over his cock. Slowing down his thrusts, you winced as he pulled out of you, falling onto the palms of his hands, right above you. Pulling you up from under your arms, he sat you up as he pecked your lips, "God, I love you so much" to which you heartily replied, "I love you too". Leaning your head on his chest, your eyes began to droop and he chuckled as he noticed this, loving how adorable you seemed in your post- sex state. 

No idea about the amount of energy he had because he lifted you by the arms, the surprise caused you to wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Walking to the bedroom, he gently laid you down on the bed, plopping beside you with a huff. The thoughts of shower were on your mind, especially with the cum trickling down your legs but you were so tired you could have cared less. Darkness engulfed your vision as you went to sleep strewn over the covers. Getting up, Taeyang bought a wet towel and gently dabbed at your inner thighs, careful not to wake you up. After he was done, he slipped a shirt over your head and a pair of boxers for him, settling into the covers which he previously pulled from under you. Lights out, the two of you snuggled into one another through the night. 

Sun shining through the curtains, you felt a sharp, striking pain in your stomach waking you up from your deep slumber. You shuffled into Taeyang’s side, hiding your face in the crook in his neck waiting for the pain to stop. You couldn’t tell if the pain was from the lack of food or your deliberate unprotected sex with Taeyang. You wouldn’t have minded the latter but for now, you hoped for the former because you wanted to have breakfast with him. Stomach grumbling, his eyes fluttered open a couple of moments later, pulling you closer to him and wrapping a leg around your waist. ‘’My stomach hurts’’ you shyly spoke continuing due to the concern in his eyes, ‘’but I don’t know if it’s because we didn’t have food or just yesterday’’ trailing off at your last word. Understanding flooded his features as a small but unbashful smile lit his face.

‘‘I’m excited for whatever is about to happen’‘ he replied with words within the context of yesterday’s sex. ‘‘Same, but I have this feeling that you are more excited than I am’‘ you replied, laughing at the thought of him gleefully jumping around the house if you did become pregnant. ‘‘We need to have shower anyways’‘ he said, ears perking up at the mention of excitement. Not taking long to catch on, you caught his hand, pulling him up with you and towards the direction of your shower. Inside, you stripped together, wandering hands, causing giggles and laughs to flutter the bathroom which quickly quietened but in time, turned to moans and heavy breaths as the two of you stared at one another, out of breath.  

[sope-and-shine]

When World’s Collide: Pt. 1

-> Pairing: Moon God!Taehyung x Fate!Reader ->  SFW // fluff, angst, humor // enemies to lovers!au, soulmate!au  -> Word Count: 17.7k -> Summary: Taehyung has spent most of his life ignored by his peers and alone on his barren planet. So when a lonely King reaches out to him in hopes to bring his love to him, how could he ignore his plea? However, it’s not good to mess with fate, and it’s even worse to make the same mistake twice. -> Warnings: mild language, the reader is a bad bitch, minor character death, minor innuendos, Jimin is a hoe

a/n: THIS STORY IS DIRECTLY CONNECTED TO THE RIGHT OF A KING! YOU DON'T HAVE  TO READ IT FIRST, BUT IT WOULD MAKE A LOT MORE SENSE IF YOU DO

Part 1 // Part 2 // Masterlist

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At the beginning of the universe there was a big bang that created the planets and stars as we know it, and with the spread of these divine creations came the deities that would oversee them. Each being crafted from the magic that created the rest of their home in the cosmos, they take care of their planets and the other magical wonders that make up their home.

Taeyang - the Sun God - a jovial and bright spirit. He keeps the planets aligned and in motion when the Universe tips off balance. He holds each of the 9 planets accountable and they trust him to lead the way, as do the higher deities. Universe, Cosmos, Galaxy, Life, Death, and Fate - the 6 high deities that make up the universe. Without one, then the home that they share would not function as easily as it does. They trust the other deities to do their jobs no matter how big or small, and it’s that trust that makes their home run so smoothly.

Taehyung has always understood this. From the day he first opened his eyes, he’s always known where his place has been within the hierarchy of the solar system. He’s a lonely planet in the shadow of the Earth, left to hear the calls of the humans for their home planet but never for him. To those that stare up at him, he is but a night light in the vast expanse of space.

When you’re a low tier deity - much like those of the dwarf planets - you’re not as needed as others. Earth is always busy with his humans, and to find him when the deities meet is a truly rare occurrence - to find any high deity other than the Sun, Universe, Galaxy, and Fate was a true miracle. They all have important jobs that keep life on Earth flourishing and the planets orbiting around the Sun and stars lit in the sky, and he’s just there as an afterthought. 

No one asks for Taehyung the Moon God. No one knows about him. No one needs him. He rests on a single rock in the sky with no one to talk to and no one to help.

He just exists.

There are some days where he’ll sit on the dark side of his planet and sit in the silence. He’ll create his own world and pretend that he is a great and powerful being with many friends and a bounty of people to look up to him. He’ll stay in that dream for days and weeks on end, and his only wish is to remain there.

On days where he’ll roam the other half of his home, he’ll sit and listen close to the tiny voices calling from Earth. He’ll listen in on their conversations and talk back as if they were talking to him for once. 

“Yes, you may have a dog very soon.”

“Your brother is sick? Give him two days and he’ll be all better!”

“You wish to meet? I wish we could, but I am just a deity and you are a human.”

Hours he’d spend talking to himself and pretending that he was helping others. For that short period of time that he amused himself, he always felt lighter and like he was more than just the Moon.

It was one day talking to himself that he finally heard it. The plea was loud and bold - almost as if the person was sitting right next to him - and it had him scrambling to his feet faster than he could leave for another planet. 

“Moon Goddess, please hear my prayer. I need your help,” An unfamiliar male voice pleads. Taehyung looks around, but there’s no sign of life anywhere around him. The voice continues, “Please...I no longer wish to be alone.”

It feels like a punch to the gut to have someone begging him - for him of all people - to help them feel less lonely. How could he help if he couldn’t even make real friends of his own. What was he supposed to do for him that he couldn’t do himself?

“Please...I do so much for my people and I love them with everything I am, but I can’t do this alone anymore!” The pain in the human’s voice hits Taehyung deep, deeper than anything he’s heard before. Perhaps it’s because for once, he’s the one being called upon instead, “I know this is too much to ask, but I beg of you. Just a lover or even a friend would do. But I can’t be lonely like this anymore.”

Had he said anything else then maybe Taehyung would have ignored him.

Had it not been so long that he himself had been alone, he wouldn’t have answered.

But Taehyung finds himself on Earth without a second thought, hiding behind a tree in what he can only describe as a human village. Men and women walk along a dirt path lined with miniature buildings, each one containing what looks to be food or crafts. Children run wildly between the legs of adults, and each person - young or old - that he sees wears beautiful clothing much different from his.

“Strange...” The god muses to himself.His peers were no stranger to beautiful clothing, but theirs were far from what these humans wear. Colorful silks layered over each other, simple yet beautiful. Taehyung finds himself completely entranced.

Instead of jumping out into the open, the god sticks to the shadows. He tiptoes behind stalls, peeking around the corner to watch the crowd as they pass by. He observes the way they walk and the way they interact with each other, wanting nothing more than to place himself in their conversations. But no one but Namjoon could talk to him.

If he were to bring too much attention to himself, then the other deities would figure him out before he could help Namjoon. To complete his mission, he would have no choice but to remain a secret to only the king and those within his home. No one could know about him.

It takes him a while to get through town, but Taehyung finally stumbles upon the royal castle. “Is this really a human home?” He asks himself.

The long, fenced path that leads him to the gated palace is beautiful. It’s decorated with flower bushes and lanterns every few feet. The palace itself stands tall above the gate it’s encased in. It’s much more extravagant than what he’d imagined of a human, “It’s much larger than the ones on the way here.”

A woman comes around the side of the gate wearing beautiful garments of white and pink, a basket in her hands filled with fruits. Her clothes are gorgeous, and compared to Taehyung’s own clothing, she fits in better among the people he’s seen. 

“Her clothes are so beautiful.” He says aloud, admiring the swish of the fabric as she enters the grounds past the guards. Looking down at his own clothes, Taehyung pouts, “I guess I don’t fit in…” Taehyung thinks back to the beautiful pieces he’s seen in such a short time already. He’d need something just as beautiful and as comfortable as theirs. 

Without much of a second thought, Taehyung uses what magical prowess he has to make himself his own white and baby blue attire to help himself blend in. His hair he decides to let down, layered on his shoulders. His new attire makes him feel somehow more powerful, and he can’t stop the proud smile that spreads on his face, “Much better.”

Taehyung makes his approach to the gate where he saw his inspiration enter, smiling brightly at the stone-faced guards that eye him wearily. The guard to the left of the doors puts a hand out in front of him, “Stop! What business do you have here?”

“What business?” Taehyung stops to think. He hadn’t thought much about human society or their culture. His plan was to show up and talk to the King, he didn’t expect to be put at a standstill so close to his destination. Without thinking much of it, he turns his nose up, “I’m here on the King’s business.”

The guard on the right takes a step forward, “The King didn’t send for anyone.”

“He called for me.” Taehyung assures them, not letting the inconvenience stop him. No matter what, he had to find a way in to see the King. Even if he had to lie his way through. “He sent me a letter himself.”

The left guard holds out his hand, “I want the letter.”

The God’s stomach drops, “I don’t have it anymore, he-...” He pauses for just a moment, “-he told me to get rid of it!”

The guard holding out his hand pulls it back and shrugs, “If it’s gone then we can’t let you in.”

The guard to his right moves forward to lead him away, but Taehyung is quick to protest, “Wait! Can’t you just take a message to him from me so he knows that I’m here? I’ll wait.”

“This is ridiculous.” The guard trying to corral him scoffs. He tries to grab him again, but Taehyung moves away once more.

“The King said it was urgent that I get here!” Taehyung insists. He tries to think of any excuse that could help him, any lie that would get him past these guards. 

And then it hits him.

Pulling himself together, Taehyung stands with a certain air of false confidence, “It would be a shame if you not letting me in upsets him.”

Both guards tense at the mention of their King upset, the both of them having witnessed his temper before. Neither wanted to see their King angry again, and it showed on their faces. Taehyung considers it a win when the guard in front of him backs away with a narrowed gaze, “What’s your message?”

Taehyung is careful with his wording. He can’t outright say he is the Moon God, too many people would find out and then he’d have to deal with the higher deities coming after him. “Tell him that I read his prayer and I’m here to help. I’ll solve all of his problems just as he asked when the moon was full.” 

This excuse is just enough.

The guard in front of him scoffs, “This sounds like nothing of importance.” 

“Then your King won’t take long to turn me away.” He glares at Taehyung, but he enters the gates to deliver his message anyways. His companion steps in front of the two doors as they close, staring down at the God. 

It only takes what feels like a few moments - for Taehyung - before the Guard returns. He looks angry, but he sighs when he meets Taehyung’s gaze, “He’ll see you.”

The god walks with a bounce in his step as he follows after the disgruntled guard. He pays no mind to the man's emotions, his only focus on the palace around him. Many women and children walk the grounds in groups, somewhere the number of children overpower the adults. More guards walk at ease around them and more at ease than the one that guides him. None of them seem to even realize just how beautiful their home really is, but Taehyung is completely in awe of its beauty.

They come to a stop in front of a closed set of doors, the guard turning around to face Taehyung before he pushes one side open for the god to enter before him. The room is large, a high ceiling being held by long red pillars that line both sides of the room. The floor is covered in tile instead of wood like the hallway, the center tiles a different color and creates a path to the large throne that sits at the other end of the room. 

On top of this throne sits a man wearing deep red silks embroidered with gold. His dark hair sits in a bun on the top of his head with a gold piece holding it in place. On his lap is a closed book, resting between hands that tremble as they hold to his robes. With such beautiful silks and the elegance that radiates off his aura, this man is in no doubt the King that called to him.

When he notices Taehyung’s arrival, he stands from his throne, “Welcome-!” His book falls to his feet and the King scrambles to pick it up and place it on his throne. He clears his throat and fixes his posture, “I’ve been waiting for you.”

The guard next to Taehyung bows and he follows suit, careful not to step on his new clothes. When he stands tall again, Taehyung smiles, “I apologize for taking so long.”

“That’s quite alright.” The King assures him. He turns his attention to the guard at Taehyung’s side, “You may leave us.” The man bows his head and leaves, closing the door behind him and leaving the god and the King alone.

When Taehyung is sure no one else will hear them, he smiles, “I have to say, I’m very impressed with the way you humans have made your homes.” He looks around the walls of the room and the lanterns that bring light to it, “I have to admit, there’s much more light than I’m used to.”

Namjoon sighs in relief and places a hand over his heart, “So you really are the Moon Goddess-“ The title throws the god off guard. “-I was hoping I hadn’t misread the situation.”

“Uh...yes. I am the deity of the Moon.” Taehyung chuckles awkwardly, “I think there’s actually been a-”

“When I prayed the other night begging for your help, I thought I had finally gone crazy!” Namjoon makes slow steps off of his throne and to the brunette. He stops in front of him, standing just a few inches taller with a look of pure wonder and merriment, “But you’re here. You’re right here.” He reaches out to touch his shoulders but he stops himself, not wanting to offend the deity in front of him in any way, “Do Gods and Goddesses wear hanboks as well?”

“Not quite. We wear robes of silk in whatever form is most comfortable. I made this myself.” Taehyung turns from side to side, adding in a slow turn for the king to see the extent of his handiwork.

“Remarkable~” 

“Yes, I suppose it is. Now, about me being the Goddess-”

“Yes! Moon Goddess. I’m still letting it all sink in.” The king places a hand to his temple - almost as if scolding himself for possibly forgetting. He shakes his head with a pleased smile and returns his attention to the god, “You really shouldn’t have bothered with the guards.”

“Right, well, I didn’t have your exact location to find you. My magic really onl-”

“Magic?!” Namjoon repeats. The mention of magic seems to startle him more than the man being a god - or goddess in his own words, “Of course you would use magic. How else would you be able to come here to me? How does it work?”

“Oh...well, I- uh…” In the eons that Taehyung has existed, he’s never once thought about his powers as anything but just that. He’s never questioned having magic, he just knows that he can use it, he knows how he can use it, and that it can be finicky even for him. Not once has he ever considered there was more to it than that. “I’m not sure how to describe it.”

Namjoon nods, “That’s fair. I suppose it would be hard to explain something you’re born with.” 

“Speaking of things that we’re born with-”

“So, what’s your plan?” Namjoon asks, unintentionally interrupting the god before he does something to expose himself.

“My plan?” Taehyung repeats.

Namjoon nods, “You said you’d take care of all of my problems. I assume you have a plan.”

“Yes...A plan!” Taehyung tries to let the reminder of his words sink in, but off the top of his head, he can’t remember creating a real plan. “I do have a plan.” 

On his trip down, he never considered that he’d need a real plan. He only planned to help him out and leave. It didn’t cross his mind that he should probably make a plan before meeting with a human king.

Something for him to remember in the future.

Taehyung thinks for a moment. He ignores the impatient stare that Namjoon gives him, and racks his brain for anything that could possibly help him obtain what he wants.

And then it hits him.

“A necklace!” He announces, “I’ll make one to attract your soulmate.”

“My soulmate?” Namjoon repeats with furrowed brows, “I don’t understand.”

“When the universe was born and all of the planets came along with it, the humans of Earth were created as well.” Taehyung gestures for the king to follow him to the back of his throne room where the large window resides, “The Earth God once told me that his humans were more focused on survival and protecting the other half born to them than worshiping him. He got so angry with them that he took it upon himself to split them apart.” 

Outside Namjoon’s window, he can see into the garden of his palace. There are a few stragglers that still bring in baskets of goods, and some who walk slow to enjoy the fresh air, “He forced them to live their lives searching for their other half and worshiping him and the gifts he gave them.”

“That’s so sad.”

“Yeah, he made Fate angry that day.” Taehyung can still hear Fate’s cries of rage and anguish she threw at his friend that day. If she weren’t a peaceful entity, then she probably would have knocked him around too, “She nearly stripped him of his power against the higher council, but they gave him another chance.”

Namjoon nods, taking in the information the god has given him with practiced poise. He takes a look into his own garden and thinks about all of his friends and his people that spend their days working and looking for love, “Why would he do that?”

“I think - because he’s so lively and outgoing, and he has such a huge responsibility - that he doesn’t understand his humans as much as he likes to think he does.” Taehyung can’t help but think of where his friend could be at this very moment. ‘They’re just humans, Taehyung, if one dies then Life brings me another.’ His friend once told him with a shrug, as if his humans weren’t the most interesting and complicated creatures he was tasked to take care of, “To him, he has so many of you to choose from. So, he just does whatever he wants.”

“But you’ll bring mine to me?”

“I will.”

“When do we get started?”

Namjoon’s question takes a minute for Taehyung to answer. Given the circumstances he won’t know any different what he says, but even so, this process is one the god has never tried before, “I can start as soon as tomorrow.”

“Is there anything I can do for you? Food, water, ingredients?”

“No, food and water are trivial for me.” Taehyung waves the offer away. Food and water were human resources, things he could have but didn’t truly need. His biggest problem would be to stay in hiding, “However, you shouldn’t tell anyone else about who I really am.”

“No?”

“Gods and Goddesses only visit humans so often when called. Others will get jealous and take it out on you. I don’t want that to happen.” Not a lie, but not the truth. It’s better that way anyways.

“I can say you’re a new advisor. An excuse to stay within my palace and be near me.” Namjoon offers, earning an appreciative nod from the god, “Do you have a name? What should I call you?”

“Call me...Jihye.” Taehyung smiles. His new female persona will work nice while he stays with the humans, “Jihye will do just fine.”

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For two weeks, Taehyung has spent everyday using as much magic as he can to create the necklace he promised Namjoon. At first, he wasn’t sure exactly how he would complete it. To attract a soulmate you have to have a piece of them. With no clue where Namjoon’s soulmate was, or even a way to find them, he had to think of anything that would help him.

And then he had a thought.

Two halves of the same soul. Namjoon still has a connection with his soulmate even if they were separated from him. The smallest drop of his blood on a rock from his home would help the God to attract the other half ten-fold. Namjoon was more than willing to provide anything that would help him. Now, with glittering pink gems created from Namjoon’s blood as his soulmate’s heart, Taehyung just has to wait for the effects to take place.

“Lady Jihye?” A servant calls from the hall. Taehyung calls out for her to come in and she enters, “You have a visitor.”

He smiles, “You can let them in, thank you.” She nods her head and backs out of his room.

Against his better judgement, Taehyung allowed himself to take on this Jihye persona. It wouldn’t look right if he only spoke to the King and snuck around to speak to him. As long as no one knows he’s the Moon God - or Goddess as Namjoon knows him as - then he’d be alright.

Another knock is placed on the door before it opens up to reveal the same servant, “This way, ma’am.”

“Thank you.” Taehyung freezes. 

It’s been so long since he’d last been to a council meeting, but he’d never forget the sound of your voice. You were always present and always checking in. He should have never doubted your ability to find people.

When you step past the servant in your own hanbok similar to his - this one purple and pink with white accents - you’re sure to meet his eye with a stare that could make Death weep. In the centuries it had been since he'd seen you, you had let your hair grow longer. It pulled your outfit together in a nice updo he had seen the other woman wearing around the palace. It would seem you had done your research before you came to see him.

When his door closes and it’s just the two of you, he sends you a nervous smile, “(Y/n)!” He spreads his arms for a hug, but your expression remains unimpressed.

“Taehyung.”

He puts his arms down when he realizes you aren’t going to greet him, “What are you doing here?” 

“The real question is what are you doing here, Taehyung?” You ask.

“Uh…” He takes a moment, “Sight-seeing?”

You don't acknowledge his obvious lie, “Really? Then tell me why two strings have converged.”

“Uh...fate?” You give him a look, almost as if daring to even try and explain that one. His shoulders drop, “You’re not buying it.”

“No, I’m not.” You say, “What do you think you’re doing, Taehyung?”

“I’m trying out this wonderful women’s hanbok. They’re actually very comfortable, I don’t see why the men don’t wear them instead-” He attempts to turn and spin for you to show off the fabric that lays against his skin, but you interrupt him.

“Taehyung! I don’t care about the clothing!” You yell. You take a moment to calm yourself, moving forward and keeping your voice down for any listening ears, “I want to know what you think you’re doing messing around with Fate’s work! My work!”

“What I can!” He says, “Namjoon is just lonely and he wants the comfort of his soulmate.”

“Soulmates are not for you to mess with! Did you learn nothing when I raked Jimin across the coals?” You ask, reminding him of the selfish deity with only himself in mind, “I took responsibility over his humans for a reason!”

“I didn’t assign him a new one!” Taehyung explains, trying his best to defend himself and his decisions.

“But you’re messing with their timeline! It is not time for them to meet yet, and you-” You reach over to his dresser where the shining jewels rest hidden underneath it’s cloth. He hid them there from anyone that may enter his room, but none of their eyes see as much as yours. You pluck one from the pile and shove it in his face, “creating these demon jewels will only cause trouble!”

“You don’t know that!”

“I see it all!” You remind him. You put the jewel back where it belongs and resort to pressing your finger into his chest, “These humans are mine to deal with, Taehyung. I won’t stand for you interfering with my responsibility.”

Taehyung hangs his head. He doesn’t understand why you won’t just let him do this one thing. It’s only two humans, there’s no need for everyone to make such a fuss over it. When he brings Namjoon and his soulmate together, then they’ll all see just how important this necklace really is. 

When you remove your finger from his chest, he looks up, “Why can’t they just be happy sooner?”

You know better than anyone what it’s like when others mess with fate. You remember how bad Jimin messed up like it was yesterday, and it’s made your job as a deity that much harder to deal with. The other’s just don’t understand what your job entails, and it seems there’s only one way they’ll all learn. 

You meet Taehyung’s eyes, “You really want to know why?” You ask

“Yes.”

“Fine.” You put your hands up in surrender and take a step back, “I’ll let you play your little matchmaking game, but don’t come crying to me when you realize what you’ve done.” You walk all the way back to the door you had come through. Before you leave, you look to Taehyung one last time, “Do you understand?”

With all the power in him, Taehyung nods, “Trust me, I won’t.”

As you leave, Taehyung is unsure if he’s really making the right decision, but he has no time to second guess himself. The only thing he can do now is wait for the gems to finish and complete the necklace before Namjoon’s soulmate would become fully attracted to it.

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“So, this is it?” Namjoon asks.

In his hands he holds the delicate pink jewels and silver stones strung together with gold. Taehyung had finished it that morning and waited all day for Namjoon to finish with his official business before he showed it to the King. The both of them have been so excited for this day, and now it was here.

“This is it.” Taehyung unwraps the cloth from around his creation and presents it to the king, “This necklace will attract your soulmate and bring them to you.”

“Wonderful.”Namjoon takes the necklace in his hands, holding the object as gingerly as he can. His eyes take in every last detail, and he seems very pleased with the god’s work.

“Can I ask you a question, Jihye?”

“Ask away.”

“Why are you helping me?” Namjoon meets his eye, but it doesn’t ease the god’s confusion, “You said Gods and Goddess’ very rarely help humans when they ask for it. So why help me?”

“I guess I felt a lot like you.” Taehyung admits. He’d felt so lonely and like his purpose was wasteful sitting up on his planet, wasting his days daydreaming in silence. “When you’re the deity of something as insignificant as the moon, you grow lonely. Being here to help you through this makes me feel important.”

Namjoon places a reassuring hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, “Moon Goddess or no Moon Goddess, you’re pretty important to me.” The king’s smile is bright and comforting. It’s one of his more refining qualities as a king, and it’s something he’s noticed throughout his time in the palace. “It may seem silly, but I’d like to believe we’ve become friends.”

“Friends?” Taehyung repeats. Namjoon nods and Taehyung smiles, “I like that. Friends are unbreakable.”

“Oh! Speaking of breakables, what if someone breaks the necklace before my soulmate finds me?” The King asks.

“Impossible. The only way this necklace will break is if you and your loved one agree to break the bond.” Taehyung assures him. He had made sure to include that back door in his planning process. He couldn’t let anyone tear his project apart, and that included one singular half of the pair, “You’re stuck with them for eternity.”

“Just like friends.” Namjoon says, casually throwing in the similarity with a fond smile, “It sounds amazing.”

“It will be.”

It should have been.

A few days after Taehyung had finished the necklace, Namjoon fell ill. At first, it seemed like a simple cold, but the King only seemed to grow weaker as days continued to pass. There were times where in the morning he’d be able to walk around the palace garden, and by the afternoon he was bed ridden until lunch the next day. Some days, nobody would see his majesty at all.

The King’s practitioner’s tried their best to keep him fed and hydrated, but no medicine they had was able to do the trick. They could only give him remedies to take away the pain until whatever it was passed or the King went with it peacefully.

Knowing that Namjoon - someone he had become so close to - was on the brink of meeting a friend of his, Taehyung couldn’t sit himself still. When no one was watching, he ran off to the far edge of the palace hunting grounds. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him until he reached the stream Namjoon had shown him.

“(Y/n)!” He yells, crying into the wind, “(Y/n), I know you can hear me!”

“What?” You told him not to come crying to you, yet here he was interrupting your duties. He acts as though you aren’t busy with problems of your own. Yet against your own judgement, you appear behind him with a fixed appearance.

“What’s happening to him? Why is Namjoon sick?” He asks, turning to you filled with fury and sadness. He takes notice of the clothing you changed into, “Why are you wearing men’s clothing?”

You look down to the blue and white hanbok you had seen some of the palace guards wearing and shrug, “Oh, so you can walk around in women’s clothing but I can’t appreciate the design of men’s?”

The god shakes his head, “Nevermind. Tell me what’s wrong with him.”

“He’s sick.”

“I know he’s sick. Why is he sick? Why is he so weak and losing his hair?!” He demands. 

You cross your arms over your chest, “I told you what would happen if you mess with fate.” 

“No. You only said not to come crying to you.” 

“Yet here you are.” Taehyung’s face contorts from anger to hurt and you look away from him to the trees that surround you. You sigh, “Look, I see the future and hold it in my hands-” To prove your point you hold out your hands to show the miniature galaxy that forms between your palms, an infinite number of strings tied to your fingers, “-and when you go around playing with something you shouldn’t then it plays back.”

“Then fix it!”

“I don’t think you get it, Taehyung. I. Can’t. Fix. This!” You let your mini-galaxy dissolve away and advance towards the quivering man before you. Even with his lesson being thrown right in his face, he still doesn’t understand. You use both hands to cup his cheeks, holding him there so he’s forced to look at you, “You’ve doomed their fate, and now they pay the price.”

The hurt that swims in his golden irises bubbles over in hot tears, “This isn’t what I wanted.”

He had tried so hard to make everything perfect. All he wanted to do was help humans and be important like other deities. Just like Namjoon, he doesn’t want to be alone anymore. But what is he supposed to do now that Namjoon is sick beyond repair?

“I tried to warn you.” 

In your opinion, a God like Taehyung needs to be monitored more carefully. He - and other planets such as dwarves - would never be able to understand the responsibility that comes with the universe. They’re much too close to humans, far too close to temptation. They’ll learn to feel what the humans feel, and then they’re doomed to be just as destructive. That’s what happened to Jimin, and it’s already influencing him.

“Now you must learn your lesson.” You pull away from the brunette, ready to leave him there and return to your duties. 

“Isn’t there anything I can do?” Taehyung asks, stopping you before you can even think of moving. With all of your knowledge, Taehyung knows there has to be other options, other paths he can choose before Namjoon’s downfall is the only one left. You just had to tell him. “What are there- maybe 12 outcomes?!”

Of course, you do know what’s to come. Two outcomes were likely about to happen in the coming weeks, and you have to prepare for them both before the time arrives. Either way, both will destroy Taehyung to a point that you don’t know if he’ll return. You can only guide him to the better of the two.

“Destroy the necklace or don’t let them meet until after he’s dead. Those are your options.” You turn your back to Taehyung, unable to meet his eye any longer. However, Taehyung isn’t finished with you.

“What do you mean ‘those are my options’?! Where are you going?!” He cries, still heartbroken and confused over the ultimatum you had given him.

The last thing you want to do is hurt Taehyung, but sometimes the harsh truth is what someone needs the most, “To do my job. Maybe you should learn to do yours.”

Taehyung didn’t take your words lightly. He did his job, but not the one he was born to do. 

No.

He worked even harder to help Namjoon find his soulmate. He refused to destroy his hard work, and he definitely wasn’t going to let Namjoon die before he got the chance to see his true love. 

Namjoon, however, wasn’t as sure as Taehyung that he would get to that point.

“I know you’re-” Namjoon lets out a wet cough, “-you’re working hard, Jihye. But I don’t think I’ll get there.”

Taehyung shakes his head, cutting through another piece of hair at the top on the king’s head, “You will. I know you will.”

“How can you be so sure?” He asks sleepily.

“I just have this feeling.”

“And if your feeling is wrong?”

Taehyung has been pushing the possibility of failure as far away as he possibly can. He didn’t want to ever consider his plan a lost cause. If he did that, then that would mean Namjoon is a lost cause, and Namjoon is anything but that.

“Then I’ll wait everyday for your soulmate to come to you.” Taehyung assures him. 

“That won’t do me any good if I’m dead.” Namjoon reminds him. Taehyung pushes the remark aside and instead focuses on combing through the king’s hair, “They’d be talking to a skeleton.”

Taehyung shakes his head, “I’m sure I could figure something out.”

“You know...I read that the Egyptians would-” He coughs, “-mummify their dead.”

The suggestion makes the god stop. He had never considered that other humans may have ways to preserve their dead, “Do you really think that will work?”

“I don’t think we have anything to lose.”

At Namjoon’s request, Taehyung ordered palace guards to search for someone who could perform the procedure. He ordered them to move fast and to not waste anytime. The sooner they could find a doctor knowledgeable in the art, the sooner he’d be able to decide if turning his friend into a mummy was the way to go.

The last thing Taehyung expected was for Namjoon’s soulmate to show up as the doctor performing his procedure.

He didn’t notice the connection right away. She was quiet and straight to the point, she didn’t leave any room for Taehyung to notice anything right away. But when he brought her to the infirmary to familiarize herself with the room, is when he noticed the string that seemed to hang off of her hand. She herself hadn’t even noticed the string pulling at her smallest finger. It was as if the string was a ghost and only Taehyung had an interest in it.

By the time it came for her to meet the King himself, Taehyung had already come up with a plan to get her to touch the necklace. He didn’t care if you had told him not to do it until after. In his mind, the sooner Namjoon and his soulmate could be together the better.

If only he could’ve had her touch the necklace a moment sooner. In between the guards rushing her out of the room and Namjoon’s shallow breathing, Taehyung could see you outside of the room watching it all unfold from the corridor. You look content, far too content for someone that just witnessed true love slip away from one another. Your contempt made him angry, but he had to ignore you for Namjoon’s sake. 

Unfortunately, Taehyung had needed a miracle.

Later that same night, Namjoon said his last parting words: “Watch over them for me.”

Unbeknownst to the King, he had already met his soulmate. She was just down the hall and under heavy guard. Even after his body and possessions were placed before her to begin the process, the King’s necklace was kept under close watch by his guard. Taehyung had tried so hard to remind the guard that Namjoon had wanted his necklace by his side at all times, but none of them would listen to him.

Because of that, Namjoon’s soulmate - Choi Eunha - left to return home. Namjoon himself was sealed inside of a tomb beneath his palace, and Taehyung was left to mourn the loss of friend.

It was raining the day you were sent to retrieve him. The King’s tomb had just been sealed and many palace servants had already dispersed to return to their own lives. The only person left was Taehyung, resting in a deep bow he had brought all the way to the ground. His forehead rests against the stone of the tomb, and it takes everything you have not to rip the god away from it.

You come to stand beside him, stopping just in front of the tomb's sealed entrance in the palace garden, “I tried to warn you.”

Taehyung shakes his head, “They were so close…”

“It wasn’t going to end how you had hoped.”

Taehyung’s head snaps from his mournful position to you, “You don’t know that!” He cries.

His eyes are red and puffy, and the streaks from the tears he shed paint his cheeks. His lip quivers in both anger and sadness, and you can only look at him in pity, “Taehyung, we’ve been over this.”

Taehyung turns himself around so his back rests against the king’s door. He hangs his head, “Just go away and leave me be. Haven’t you done enough?”

You feel a twinge of guilt, but you push it aside. You weren’t here to be his friend, you’re here to do a job, “I can’t. I’m supposed to bring you to the council.”

“Can’t this wait?”

You sigh, “Humans have made you soft, Taehyung.” You place a hand on his shoulder, but he grabs your wrist and pulls it away from him.

“The humans haven’t made me anything!” He protests, “It’s normal to feel sad over the loss of a friend.” Mourning is all he’d done since he last spoke to the king. Since he last saw him smile, close his eyes, take a single breath, all Taehyung has done is mourn the loss of one of the best friends he’s known. 

But of course you wouldn’t understand. To you, humans are expendable beings incapable of doing anything beneficial for the universe. You were just as heartless as you’ve always been, and that’s something even Taehyung couldn’t fix, “Maybe more people would like you if you showed a little compassion.”

It shouldn’t hit you as hard as it does, but his words hurt more than you ever thought they would. Not only that, but they’re completely unnecessary. Here you are treating him with more kindness than you should be giving him, and he’s insulting you in return. 

You pull your hand away, “I don’t have to be nice to you, Taehyung. I’m already giving you the option to move of your own free will.”

“Oh, wow, the bare minimum.” Taehyung says sarcastically. He flashes you a fake smile and from a flower that lays next to him, he creates a small pile of coins, “Do you want an award.”

“You want to be an ass? Fine. I can be one too.” You grab Taehyung by the front of his clothes and pull up. Together, you travel from Earth to Star 13, the meeting place of the deities. 

A large opaque building held strong by blue, iridescent columns. Inside where you stand, is a singular room with large marble chairs placed in a circle. Each chair but 2 are filled, a very rare occurrence for a normal meeting. At the designated ‘front’ of the circle are the 6 chairs of the high ranking deities. Universe at the center, Life and Death on each shoulder, an empty chair and Cosmos beside them, and Galaxy and Sun on the remaining sides. These 6 make up the Higher Authority within the council.

You let go of Taehyung and allow him to fall to the floor on his own, the god only catching himself on his elbows. You cross your arms and nod to the council in front of you, “Council members (Y/n) and Moon God Taehyung.”

The members of the council nod their heads in acknowledgment, but only 1 speaks, “Welcome, we’ve been waiting for the two of you.” Universe - Hui -  greets. His smile radiates calm, but his aura radiates anything but. He gestures to the empty chair next to Life, “(Y/n) please take your seat. Moon, please take the center of the circle.”

Taehyung nods and stands from his position on the floor, watching with distaste as you walk away from him to your own chair. He dusts himself off and tries to present himself better than his initial entrance, “Moon God Taehyung, reporting for council.”

“Council Member Juhyun.”

Juhyun - Deity of the galaxy stands from his chair, “We the council have been forced to acknowledge the destructive actions brought upon mere humans by Moon God Taehyung. It has come to our attention that you have not only abandoned your position for weeks, but you have tampered with soulmate strings of Fate. Is this information true?”

“Yes.”

Juhyun nods, “Would the council member please explain his reasoning for tampering with Fate’s strings?”

“Do I need any more reason besides love?” Taehyung asks, his brows furrowed in confusion. If there was one thing life on Earth had taught him, it was that love was the most powerful force. Love could make a tough man weak and weak man strong.

Bora - Goddess of the cosmos - scoffs, “Deities do not partake in love.”

“The council will need a better reason.” Juhyun says. 

Taehyung looks to the council with a blank stare. In his mind, he tries to fathom how those with so much power can’t possibly see the benefits of love. He doesn’t understand how they can hear about 2 people in love who are connected by Fate and see an issue of pulling them together. Even Fate herself can’t see it! 

Hoseok - Death himself tilts his head in confusion, “Nothing?”

“Maybe his own selfish desires…” Yoongi mumbles to himself, the bitterness of Life seeping through. 

“If the council member Moon has no explanation then we will move forward.” Hui announces, silencing the background conversations. He turns to you, “(Y/n), any suggestions for punishment?”

You turn your attention to Hui and back to Taehyung. Discipline has been at the forefront of your mind since you first saw Taehyung’s own string of Fate cross and pull against those of humans. The anger you feel from him now is the anger you’ve felt for the past weeks that he’s been messing around. In your opinion, he has no right to be so upset with you for doing your job, but his opinion of you having no compassion is entirely inaccurate. 

“I think council member Moon has had enough punishment.” You say, taking everyone by surprise. The last time someone messed with Fate’s strings, you were all but popping a blood vessel. Hoseok and Yoongi were both so worried, they thought they might have to assign a new deity. 

Juhyun sits in his chair and leans over to speak with you, “Are you sure?” He asks

“Yeah, are you okay?” Yoongi adds in.

You nod, “I would like to suggest restricted access to humans and the destruction of the imposing necklace.” You turn to Hui, ignoring the hard glare being sent your way from the offending god, “I don’t want this to happen again, but from what I’ve seen, I believe he understands what he’s done was wrong.”

“Is there anyone within the council that disagrees?” Hui addresses the council, but no one argues. Whether it’s from shock that you weren’t harder on the Moon God or the fact that no one wanted to be there for very long, who knows. “Juhyun.”

Juhyun stands, “Based on the testimony of council member (Y/n) - Fate herself - he should not receive major punishment. He will, however, be sent back to Earth to destroy the necklace before it does any more damage. He will also no longer be allowed to roam Earth as he pleases, and Council Member Earth will inform the council if this punishment is not fulfilled. Is there any reason this punishment should not take place?”

No one argues and Hui continues, “Would Council Member Moon like to add anything before we make the final judgement?” 

“Council Member Moon!” Taeyang shouts.

“No.”

“The Galactic Council has spoken. Meeting adjourned.”

The other members of council are quick to disappear, but Taehyung lingers. He’s never felt so numb, and he doesn’t understand why he feels this way. He suspects this is what loss feels like. Instead of a lonely sadness, it feels like a piece of himself has been ripped away and there’s nothing he can do to get it back except wait.

When he’s escorted to Earth to grab the necklace and destroy it, he can’t stop himself from hesitating. In front of him is the last piece of Namjoon he has left. If he destroys it, then the likelihood of him ever seeing Namjoon would fall away completely.

And then there’s Namjoon’s last words: “Watch over them for me.”

What kind of friend would he be to go back on his word? If friendships were for eternity, then how could he ever bring himself to stab his friend in the back even in the afterlife? The answer? He wouldn’t.

He couldn’t.

He makes his decision as soon as Jimin calls out to check on him, “Taehyung, did you find it?” 

“Yeah!” Instead of destroying the necklace he created, he pockets it. He takes another piece of jewelry from the altar and crushes it beneath his feet, breaking it just as they’d want him to break the necklace. That is what he hands to his friend on his way out, ignoring the sad smile he offers.

He didn’t need it.

He has the necklace.

As long as he keeps the necklace with him, then he’ll find Eunha again. He’ll find her and he’ll bring her and Namjoon together no matter what. Even if it takes centuries, he’ll wait as long as it takes to keep his promise to Namjoon.

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Taehyung spent hundreds of years sitting alone on his space rock, holding close to him the only piece he had left of a friend and a responsibility he couldn’t fulfill. Every moment he spent alone he went over every detail that went wrong in his head. He tore himself apart over things that could have gone better and what he could’ve done differently. But in every single scenario, he refused to give up on Namjoon.

You had tried to come and see him every decade or so, just to make sure that he himself was doing okay, but Taehyung would always sneak away to the dark side of his planet. It seemed like your presence was more damaging to him than the silence. You knew he’d be upset, but you never expected it to be so severe. A part of you didn’t want him to be alone, even if it had been awhile since the incident. But there was nothing you could do if he didn’t want to see you.

It wasn’t like Taehyung wasn’t used to solitude. Even before his restrictions he was always lonely more often than not. For him, he’s just gone back to his normal life. He even went back to listening to the humans again.

It took him quite a few decades to even get used to hearing humans again, and then a few more to listen to what they were saying. Not many asked for him, though there were a handful more than he had ever received before. It made him feel better, and those few calls to him over Jimin really kept him a float during his wait.

And then he heard it.

It was quiet at first, but Taehyung was able to make out the sloppy conversation of a child.

“...4, 5, 6, 7…” There’s a slight pause to the voice, “What comes after 7?”

Taehyung stifles a laugh. He’s never had a child talk to him before. The last children he’d been able to talk to were the children at Namjoon’s palace, and they went to him in hopes that he would play.

“You have a lot of stars by you. Momma says the stars are angels. Momma also says you have a Goddess and a man living there. Is that true?” The little girl asks. 

It would seem Namjoon’s influence wore off on everyone else. He’d forever be known as the Moon Goddess Taehyung and not the Moon God. And now there was a man on his planet as well? Probably a human tale or something along those lines.

“You’re quiet...” The girl says, coming to the conclusion herself, “Do you ever talk?”

He shouldn’t do it. 

He shouldn’t give into the temptation again, but he doesn’t want to leave someone so cute waiting for him to answer.

With the confidence that he can stay hidden long enough, Taehyung appears for her. With a more practiced accuracy than with Namjoon’s, he lands in the little girls room on her bed, “Did you want me to talk?”

The small child turns fast away from her window, her pigtails swinging behind her, “Are you the man on the moon? Your clothes are old.”

“Do you like them?” He asks, looking down at the clothes he had modeled after the ones he had worn on Earth during his previous visit, “What’s your name?”

“Choi Eunha! I’m 5!” The little girl states proudly.

The sound of her name stops Taehyung in his tracks. On instinct, he grabs the necklace in his pocket and pulls it out to see the glowing gems. Unknowingly, he had found her again. He didn’t even have to try. As if by the will of Fate, she found him.

Taehyung puts his necklace away, “Really? 5?! You’re a big girl, aren’t you?” She nods happily and Taehyung smiles, “I think you and I are going to be best friends, Eunha.”

From the ages of 5 to 8, Taehyung spent his time as Eunha’s imaginary friend. He’d follow her to and from elementary school, he’d help her get snacks and teach her about the stars. When she grew away from imaginary friends, he settled for watching her from afar. In a way, he became her guardian, and he made sure she had everything she needed to remain happy and healthy.

When it came time for her to start high school, Taehyung realized that watching from the wings wouldn’t get anywhere. If he wanted to make sure Eunha and Namjoon would come to meet, he’d have to interfere. But this time, he won’t do it alone.

“So, what are we doing again?” Jeongguk asks.

The young dwarf planet’s god and Taehyung were both dressed up in more modern, human fashion, walking down a busy street packed with humans wearing little-to-no clothing. Taehyung had already explained to him before they left what they were doing, but Jeongguk just wasn’t picking up on it.

Something he should’ve considered before recruiting him, but it was far too late to send him back.

“We’re meeting Jimin, remember?” Taehyung asks.

That seems to jog his memory, “Oh yeah. Do you really think we’ll find him with all of these people?”

Taehyung nods, “I’m sure of it.”

Both men glide past the bouncer, using a bit of magic to slide through. In a setting like this, no one will notice the two of them appearing out of thin air. The only thing they had to worry about was pushing their way to Jimin.

“Jimin?” Jeongguk grabs someone passing by, turning them to see that they’re not Jimin at all. He pulls his hand back, “Sorry...Jimin?!” He yells again, finding another look-a-like.

Taehyung stops him before he goes chasing after every human he sees, “Jeongguk! Not everyone is going to be Jimin.”

“Well, how else do you expect to find him?”

Loud shrieks from various women burst from the crowd somewhere in front of them and Taehyung shakes his head, “Just follow the screaming.”

The younger god follows after Taehyung in confusion, allowing the eldest to lead him through the crowd. The two come to a stop on the sidelines of what looks like a small dance circle, a pink haired man clad in leather pressed up against a woman. His cheek is pressed against hers and his hands rest lightly on her waist.

“I don’t see Jimin.” The blue haired man scans the crowd around them, but he doesn’t see anything but women circling them. Taehyung sighs and grabs Jeongguk’s chin, guiding him back to the man in the middle. “Oh…”

The bubblegum pink dancer throws his head back with a smile and turns to look over the crowd. His eyes don’t take long to land on the two gods at the edge of the circle, and Jimin’s smile turns into a smirk.

When Jimin leaves his partner and walks towards them, Taehyung thinks he’s come to greet him so they can talk privately. What he doesn’t expect is for his friend to grab him by the waistline of his pants and pull him into the center of the crowd. The screams of the women around them nearly burst his eardrums - something he never thought possible. He looks back to check on Jeongguk, but the poor man is already surrounded and frozen in fear.

“You know-” Jimin pulls Taehyung’s hips against his, bringing the two of them closer. He leans in with a salacious smile, “-I knew you couldn’t stay away.”

Taehyung remains unfazed by Jimin’s actions, “That’s kinda my job. I’m supposed to stay by you.”

Jimin pats Taehyung’s cheek, “We both know exactly what I’m talking about.” He turns his back to the purple haired man and presses himself into him, throwing his head back, “So, what did you do with it?”

“The necklace?”

“No, your girl parts.” Jimin pats his thigh, “Of course I’m talking about the necklace.” 

Tae leans down to Jimin’s ear, “Not until we finish talking, I’ll just let you know that I have it with me.”

“What? You think I’m going to run to the council?” The pink haired man intertwined his fingers with Taehyung’s, raising them in the air and sways his hips against him, “If I was going to do that, I would’ve told them the minute you decided not to destroy the necklace.”

Taehyung spins Jimin around to face him, their arms crossing over each other, “You knew this whole time?”

“Honey, I wrote the book.” Jimin pulls his hands from Taehyung’s grasp and gently places one on his hip, trailing the other up the man’s chest until it rests at the base of his throat, “I knew you got too close when we got to the tomb, but I wasn’t about to confront you.”

“Will you help me then?” Taehyung asks, completely unfazed.

Jimin lets his hand linger for a few moments longer before he pulls away with a sigh, “I love being raked across the coals by a strong woman just like any other man, but to cross (Y/n) is to dance with the devil.”

“Devil?”

“A human thing.”

Jimin turns himself back around to continue his dancing, circling his hips as he lowers himself to the floor in front of Taehyung. He watches him move down and up, but his focus isn’t on his body, “I just need you to keep an eye on Eunha.”

He stops in front of him and turns with a mischievous smile, “What does this entail~?”

“Becoming her friend and nothing but her friend.”

“You know every friend has done it once.” Jimin says with a wink.

“We haven’t.”

“We can change that.”

Taehyung places a hand on his friend’s arm, “Are you going to help or not?” 

“Yeah, sure. What more could the council do to me?” The pink haired man shrugs. He seems to let his decision settle before his content smile turns into a wide grin, “Just one thing though.”

“What?”

Before he can do anything, Jimin grabs Taehyung by his collar and pulls him down for a sloppy kiss. He takes both Taehyung and the crowd by surprise. What he says when he pulls away only makes it worse, “I take card too.”

“We’ll talk later.” 

With a blank expression, Taehyung turns around to leave. He spots Jeongguk right where he had left him, swarmed by women dancing up against him. His hands rest flat on his chest and his eyes are somehow even wider than they had been when he’d been pulled away.  

Taehyung pushes his way through the women and grabs one of the younger god’s hands to pull him away, “C’mon Jeongguk.” The blue haired man silently follows after him, his movements stiff. The once hyper young man is now dragging his feet behind him. 

Taehyung stops them by the bar, “Jeongguk? You okay?” He asks.

His wide doe-like eyes meet Taehyung’s, “I have seen the ways of God...”

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me!”

It’s late into the next afternoon before the two of them join Jimin in his apartment. Per the man’s request, they both waited long enough for any “guests” to leave before showing up. However, the woman that waves at them on their way out indicates that they didn’t wait long enough.

Jimin greets them at the door wearing a white robe and a chute of wine in his hand, “You’re early.”

Taehyung shakes his head and slides past him, “It’s 5 o’clock in the afternoon.”

“Really?” Jimin lets Jeongguk pass him before closing his door. The two visiting stop to take off their shoes as Jimin slips past them and takes a swig, “I think I’m losing my game...”

“Game?” Jeongguk asks, one hand against the wall to hold him up as he takes off his shoes, 

Jimin raises his glass to the air, “My game!”

“What kind of game are you play-ING!” Jeongguk slips, falling forward to his knees on the wood flooring of Jimin’s apartment.

“Can we just talk about the plan?” Taehyung begs.

Jimin sighs, “Look, I don’t know about the two of you, but I already have a secret identity. I’m not really looking to change that.” He walks to his kitchen and pulls out a bottle of wine to refill his empty glass.

Before he can pour himself a new glass, Taehyung grabs the bottle out of his hand, “You can’t live this lifestyle forever. You have to change it again at some point.”

“But now? Taehyung, do you know how great my life is right now?” Jimin gestures to the apartment around them, pointing out the view, the gorgeous furniture, and the great layout. It was a homeowners dream to have what Jimin has now, and Taehyung can see why he’d be reluctant to change it up and relocate.

Taehyung sighs, “I’m sure all the women you sleep with-”

“-And men!” Jeongguk adds firmly, standing next to the Moon God. 

Taehyung looks at him and then Jimin, but the Earth God just shrugs and smirks, “...and men you sleep with are great and all, but you said it yourself. You’re losing your game.” 

The neighboring planets stare at each other for a while until Jimin reluctantly agrees, “Fine.” He puts his hand out and motions towards his wine bottle, “Give me my wine.”

Taehyung hands it over and leans against the counter, “The question is, how do we create new identities?”

Jimin pours a steady stream into his glass, “You both literally can create whatever you want.”

“To an extent.” 

“I’ll make and get you what you need.” He passes his filled chute to Jeongguk and takes a swig straight from the bottle, “The real question is how do we get close to Eunbi?”

“Eunha.”

“Whatever. How do we keep an eye on her?”

“In three years she’ll be going to college for Astronomy in Seoul. Now, she really enjoyed the museum downtown when she was little-” Jeongguk passes his empty chute to Jimin and he refills the glass for him, “Her parents brought her there every summer and with the observatory they have there, I think she’ll try and get a job there.”

“Are you sure?” Jimin asks, unimpressed with the current plan.

Jeongguk slides his empty glass to the middle of the counter again, “Yeah. How do you know she’ll even move to the city?”

“I know her.” Taehyung assures them with a proud smile, “Her dream school is up here, and she’ll need a job she can enjoy to go with it.”

Jimin takes another large swig of his wine before he chuckles, “We’re going to get in a lot of trouble if we get caught.”

“Like you said, what else could the council possibly do?”

“Make fun of us?” Jeongguks adds, his words slightly slurred from the 3 - more like 4 - glasses of wine.

The two look at each other and take a mirrored breath. This was going to be a long 3 years.

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Jimin goes to great lengths to assimilate both unknowing gods to modern life on his planet. With the limited amount of time they have before Eunha graduates and goes to college, they spend most of their days reading up on the past 1000 years. Jimin makes suggestions on what they should read and things that are more important than others. However, his favorite topic to learn and teach about can’t be found in any book.

Social interactions are what Jimin enjoys the most. More than anything, Jimin wants to be out on the town and meeting new people. He wants to take in every human he meets and learn as much as he can about them in such a short amount of time. Their needs, wants, and thoughts are all so different and trivial, yet he can’t help himself by wanting to learn more. Jimin is more than happy to show his ways to his friends.

Taehyung is not as excited.

“Why are we here?” Taehyung asks, adjusting the unusually tight striped pants Jimin had forced him into. He’s thankful his friend was kind enough to give him a loose shirt and jacket, but he could really do without the fabric clinging to his skin.

“You’re going to learn how to interact with humans. Starting with not fixing yourself in public!” The pink haired casanova smacks Taehyung’s hand, not caring what he hits alongside it. Taehyung retracts back and Jimin sighs, “How did you ever manage to convince people you were a woman?”

“Because I already know how to interact with humans.”

“Not these humans.” The Earth deity slips his fingers under his suspenders, smoothing them out over his white button-down. He sticks his hands in the pockets of his red pants, “Humans have changed a lot since the last time you’ve been here, Taehyung. You may think you know about them, but you have no clue.”

“So why is Jeongguk here?” Taehyung points in the direction of the young deity behind them, still staring at the X’s on the back of his hand under the long sleeves of his red and black cardigan. A group of women pass in front of him, and both men watch as the young man’s eyes widen and he steps back.

Jimin slaps a hand against Taehyung’s back, “If you want Jeongguk to actually be able to help, then he needs to learn not to freeze every time a woman gets within 5 feet from him.” 

“Okay, I’ll give you that one,” Taehyung admits in defeat, “I just don’t see why you can’t tell us how.”

“Saying and doing are two very different things my friend.”

“Oh, I couldn’t agree more.” The two men turn around, knowing the sound of your voice all too well. Their eyes widen when they notice the outfit you chose. Tight fitted jeans with a dark green tank top tucked in and a black leather jacket, high heeled boots with a chunky heel, and short red hair in soft curls. Your outfit is much different from what you’re usually wearing, and your hair isn’t what they’d imagine you’d ever choose.

It didn’t take you long to find them, especially after Taehyung and Jeongguk’s first outing to meet up with Jimin. You had the smallest inkling of hope that Jimin would convince Taehyung his plan was pointless and not worth his time, but Jimin has never been anything but a brat when it comes to human lives and their emotions.

“Taehyung-“

“Nothing for me?” Jimin asks, sliding an arm over Taehyung’s shoulder, mirroring your current position with their third member.

You ignore the way he smiles at you, “Hi Jimin.”

“Hi, (Y/n)~” Jeongguk parrots.

You squeeze the bluenette’s shoulder and smile through your irritation, “Hello, Jeongguk…”

Taehyung smiles awkwardly, “What are you doing here?” 

“Are you really going to try this again? Did you learn nothing in the centuries you’ve had to think?” You ask.

“No?”

“Oh my word…” Your eyes shut tight in disdain. The amount of ridiculousness that you’ve already let the god get away with is almost too much for you to count on one hand, and he doesn’t make it any easier by not trying, “I’m serious about this Taehyung! Do you not remember last time?” Both Jimin and Jeongguk take this as their cue to back out, leaving only you and Taehyung.

“I do! But this time will be different.”

“How so?”

“It just will be! I know it!” His determination is unlike any other, and it’s almost admirable. But his determination isn’t enough to deal with the game he’s playing.

“Taehyung, I’ve seen every outcome. Please, don’t do this again! Not to them and especially not to yourself.” His smile drops and it brings you back to the last time you had seen him, lazing around the dark side of his planet. You knew he was hurting then and he wouldn’t accept your condolence, now you just want to help him before he makes the wrong choices. “Just give me the necklace and we can get this over with.”

He shakes his head, “You can’t destroy it.”

“What do you mean I can’t destroy it?”

“It can only be broken by them.” He explains, “Look, I’ve thought long and hard about this, okay? But now I have Jimin and Jeongguk to help me out!” He points to the two men on the dance floor where Jimin tries to teach Jeongguk how to roll his body, but the younger resembles a fish flopping in the water.

“They’re your backup plan?”

Taehyung chooses to ignore your distaste, “Look, I’m going to do this whether you tell me to leave them alone or not! Now, are you going to yell at me or are you going to help me?”

“I’m not going to help you, Taehyung.” Your intention was never to help Taehyung bring his experiment together - he’s crazy for even asking, “You can play your game with these humans, but now you’re messing with Life and Death.”

Taehyung’s shoulders tense at the mention of the all powerful beings, “What do you mean Life and Death?”

“Look, I came down here to warn you.” You know the game he’s playing, and the millions of outcomes he has to choose from don’t do anything to ease your worry. All you can do is let him make his decision and hope that your warnings are enough to persuade him, “Yoongi heard about what’s going on.” 

“What?”

“The whole council knows you’re down here and they - just like I am - are very pissed.”

Without thinking, Taehyung pulls you close and uses your body as a shield from the surrounding crowd. His nose rests just above your collarbone as he scans the crowd, “Yoongi’s not coming here, is he?”

“If you don’t destroy the necklace and return to your duties then he’s going to come down here and he’s going to bring Hoseok with him.” You explain, still trapped in his awkward embrace.

“Hoseok?!” 

“Yes, Hoseok!” You push the god off of you and straighten out your jacket, “You guys need to give up on this let it be.”

He shakes his head, “I can’t do that.”

“Taehyung-” 

“No!” He yells, catching the attention of a few people around you, “Why can’t they be happy together?! What is so wrong with that? Huh?! Why are you so adamant on keeping them apart?!”

You glance at the humans that watch you and Taehyung with caution, “There are aspects of my job that are much more complicated than you are ever going to understand, Taehyung. I’m sorry that things can’t work the way you want them to, but it is my job to see that everything within our home runs as it should.”

“Well, I can’t deal with that.” He’s come too far to just give up on everything. With Jimin and Jeongguk in his corner he could get this to work, but he won’t give in so easily, “I’m not giving up on them.”

“Then you’ll watch them fall.”

---

After their run-in with Fate a few years back, Taehyung, Jimin, and Jeongguk did their best to lay low. It wasn’t necessarily because they’re afraid of you - though there is some truth to that - but to be on Life and Death’s radar is to lay yourself out for a tiger. 

Of the Deities, there are 4 over-ruling monarchs of the universe - including the God of the universe himself. Just below him are the Pillars of Balance: Life, Death, and Fate. Like face cards in a deck, the 3 work together to keep the Universe in balance. 

Life: The White Knight of light. Seen among humans as a beacon of hope and balance. His creations are a work of necessity more than want. 

Death: The Black Knight of destruction. What Life gives, he takes. When there is too much, he creates little. The other half.

Fate: The All-Knowing. She sees all and is the ultimate peacekeeper between the deities. Nothing gets past her. With far more secrets than should be held on one person, she is the Knight of Secrets and Serenity.

With the threat of not just one, but all three coming after them, the need to continue on a low profile is more than necessary. They’re only saving grace is your inability to see their fate. 

Your All-Knowing power only coincides with living beings and the health of the universe itself, it does not extend to the deities that stem from the Universe. The only way you could know what they’re up to is if they interact with living beings. Of course, this meant no plants, no friends, and no pets, but they only have to push through until Eunha is old enough.

It was a long shot even hoping she’d get into her dream college and move to the city, but she did it just like Taehyung thought she would. She’s always been smart and determined, so it wasn’t much of a surprise to him at all - not the way it was to Jimin. Their next portion of the plan was securing a position at the museum.

“Do you have your resume?” Jimin asks.

“The paper thing?”

“Yes, the paper thing!” Jimin elbows Taehyung, “It’s the only way we’re getting through this thing without a hitch!” 

Taehyung pushes him back and rubs his side, “It’s right here, calm down.” He pulls out the folder with his resume, “I’m sure if I didn’t have it I’d be able to talk my way through it anyway.”

Both men make it to the bottom of the museum steps and start their ascent to the main doors. Both bicker and remind each other of their new identities and plans. Jimin is an aspiring dance major looking for an easy job at a museum gift shop, and Taehyung has a bachelor’s in history and is looking to take the position of a museum curator. All they had to do was use a little bit of their charm to get the jobs and they would be fine.

They go through the museum doors and stop to take a look around. To their right is a window to buy tickets with a few kiosks for self service. Ahead of them is a circular desk with a few employees and a busy staircase behind it. The big room slims down to two hallways on each side and what looks to be a third and fourth behind the staircase.

Jimin nods as he takes it all in, “This place is pretty big.”

“It’s gorgeous.” Taehyung sighs, enjoying the familiarity the building offers.

“Okay, so they said our interviews would be in the office past the cafeteria, so-” Jimin takes a moment to look at the signs before he points down the left hall, “-that way?”

Taehyung shrugs, “Looks right to me.”

Both men start towards the cafeteria when they notice an employee walking backwards towards them. Taehyung rushes both him and Jimin forward, narrowly missing the man before he turns around with his coffee in hand, “I am so sorry, sir! I didn’t see you behind me.”

“Not a problem at all.” Taehyung assures him before they continue on their way.

They find their way to the interview spot and check in with the employee running it. Both men feel absolutely confident that they’ll impress whoever is hiring. Even as other candidates enter and leave the room looking very confident, they’re 100% that no matter how many people interview they’ll still get the job.

The man running the interviews steps out of the office again, “Park Jimin, the director will see you now.” 

“Wish me luck!” Jimin hops up from his chair and adjusts his clothes before he walks into the interview room. He’s only in there for a total of 15 minutes before he walks back out. His expression reads calm, but Taehyung can feel the nervous energy radiating off of him. When he sits down next to Taehyung again, he taps his fingers against the arm of his chair. Without any explanation, he says, “Try not to cry.”

“Why would I cry?”

“Kim Taehyung. The Museum Director will see you now.” Jimin shrugs and sits back in his seat, not answering Taehyung’s question.

Despite the nerves that now want to hold him back, the blue haired god walks into his interview. He may have been expecting you to be behind the desk, but he definitely wasn’t expecting Mr. Life himself.

“Yoongi...” The honey blonde of his hair is much different from the natural dark locks he’s used to seeing from him, and the suit he wears isn’t anything close to the soft silk robes the grumpy deity usually wears.

“Sit down, Taehyung.” Taehyung wearily takes the seat across from him, eyeing the higher deity as the blonde stares at him, “Do you have your resume?”

“Right here.” Taehyung placed his folder on the desk and awkwardly slid it across the desk.

Yoongi picks up the folder and opens it in front of his face. Taehyung can’t see him, but he can hear the sigh, “I see a lack of coffee stains, I’m disappointed.” 

“Coffee stains?” Taehyung asks. 

He stands a little to try and peek above the folder, but he pops back down in his seat as soon as Yoongi sets the folder back down, “If you would have spilled the human’s coffee over yourself then I was supposed to turn you away, but I cannot.” Yoongi closes the folder and stamps it with an ‘approved’ stamp before doing the same to another folder that matches his. He pushes them both off to the side before he turns back to the man still terrified before him, “I can - however - ask you what the hell you think you’re doing?”

“Um...participating in the society humans have created for themselves?” The god tries to give his most award winning smile, but Yoongi’s blank stare is showing no sign of remorse, “Yeah, I didn’t think you’d buy that either.”

Yoongi tongues the side of his cheek, obviously holding back his anger. He leans forward and places his arms on the desk with his fingers intertwined, “I don’t think I have to tell you that I don’t approve of what you’re planning to do, right?”

“No.”

“Good, because I don’t want to talk to a dead horse.”

“A dead horse…?”

“Don’t worry about it. My point is I don’t want to go over this with you again.” The blonde deity stands from his chair and walks over to the side of his room where a window sits, “I already hear enough complaining from Fate, I don’t want to deal with your antics myself.”

Taehyung tilts his head in confusion, “Then why hire me?”

“It’s not up to me. It’s up to Fate.” Taehyung practically rolls his eyes when Yoongi says this, but the deity doesn’t pay him any mind. “You start Monday. You’ll meet with the Owner of the Museum and they will talk to you about the exhibits you’ll be in charge of.” Taehyung stands up but Yoongi flashes in front of him, “Do not bother me. Do not mess up my museum. Do I make myself clear?”

“Didn’t you just say-”

“Do I make myself clear?” Yoongi repeats.

Taehyung nods, “Yes sir.”

“Go on.” Yoongi waves him away and returns to his desk, not paying any mind to the god as he leaves.

As soon as Taehyung steps out of the interview, Jimin is in front of him looking for answers, “Did he hire you?”

“Yup.”

“Well, I guess we both got the job.” The orange haired man throws his arm over his friend’s shoulder and leads him away from the office, but Taehyung can only stare ahead blankly as they walk.

“This was not a part of the plan.”

“No, but we did accomplish part of the plan. Now we just have to complete the rest of it.” Jimin takes notice of Taehyung’s unusually grim face and stops walking, “What’s that face for?”

Taehyung furrows his brow in confusion, “What face?”

“That face!” Jimin argues. He cups Taehyung's face, “Don’t tell me you’re backing out.”

“I’m not.”

“You look like you are!” Jimin pats the sides of his face rapidly, “We’ve come too far for you to back out now.”

The blue haired man pushes Jimin away, “I won’t back out! I’m just worried.” His whole plan was centered around sneaking around and not getting caught.  But with one of the Pillars of Balance on Earth keeping track of him, it’s only a matter of time before the other two join him. “Yoongi is here. On Earth. If he’s here then he brought Hoseok with him.”

“So they’re meddling too? Big deal. We can handle them.” Taehyung gives Jimin a look and he shrugs, “Okay, so we can work around them. The point is we have this.”

They did not have this.

Unlike the elder deities, Jeongguk wouldn’t be a part of the plan until much later. For now, he’d exist as a high schooler until Eunha secures a job at the museum. This left most of the plan up to Jimin and Taehyung to prepare for her arrival. 

The plan was honestly very simple:

Get a job at the museum

Have Namjoon’s tomb opened

Bring Namjoon to the museum

Have Eunha touch the necklace

Namjoon comes back to life

They fall in love

The end

It’s a win-win situation for everyone.

However, Taehyung didn’t expect the worst bump in the road.

His first day meeting with the Museum owner, Taehyung had his whole speech planned. He would convince him that King Kim Namjoon was worth the money. He was going to express how significant his story is and how beneficial it will be to his museum. A story of love and compassion would warm the hearts of everyone from around the world, and they could have that in this very museum.

But beyond the door at the large desk mulling over papers was no old man wearing a cheesy tie. It was you, wearing a nice button down and a skirt. A blazer rests on the back of your chair and the papers on your desk make it look like a tornado had gone through. Of all the things that could have gone wrong, this was the biggest hole in his plan.

“Oh, you’re here. Good. I’ve been waiting for you. Please, have a seat.” You flash him a smile and point to the chair in front of you. Taehyung is very hesitant, but he takes the seat across from you anyway as you dig through a stack of folders to your right. You pull out three folders and set them on the desk between the two of you, “Alright, now, we have a few exhibit’s open for you to take over from the last curator that worked here. You can change it however you like, but I will need prior notice before I can take a look at our budget.”

You turn back to your computer to take a look at the current funds available, but Taehyung isn’t ready to move forward yet, “What is happening here?”

“What do you mean?” You ask. Of course you know what he’s talking about, but you’ve given up on entertaining Taehyung this time around.

“Why aren’t you yelling at me?” He asks.

You gesture to the computer in front of you, “Because I have a job to do?”

“Okay, but what about your real job?”

“Taehyung, I am perfectly capable of doing my day job and this job.” You hold out your palms for him to see the cosmos laid out on your palms with the strings that hang off of your fingers.

Taehyung nods and you put them away to return to your ‘day job’, “And...you’re okay with this?”

You sigh, “At this point, I can only wait for the strings to fall into place. My biggest concern is keeping you from doing something you shouldn’t be.” You click the print icon at the top of your screen and turn around to your printer to collect the forms, “I also need to make sure Jimin is behaving. He still hasn’t been forgiven by the council.”

Taehyung nods in understanding, “So, you’re just going to leave me be as long as I don’t do anything dangerous?”

“That is the plan.”

“So, if I were to want Namjoon to be brought here as an exhibit?”

“I would put in your request.” You turn back around to the god in front of you and slide the New Exhibit forms he’d be needing, “My job is Fate, Taehyung, but I have no control over how the strings align. My job is to watch them converge and keep them from being tampered with. My main concern is containing the balance of the universe.”

“So you will?”

“If that’s what you would like to do then I’ll need a formal request.” You pick up the folders on your desk and hand them over, “Look over your other exhibits as well.”

You turn back to your computer and Taehyung watches you. He sits there for a minute before he speaks up, “Is this it…?” 

“That’s it.” You nod. Taehyung stands up to leave and you chime in again, “I have a meeting with the head of security, you can just leave the door open.”

“Sure thing.” Taehyung opens the door and walks out, leaving the door open just as you had asked. The whole situation felt weird for him, and part of him thinks you’re definitely lying to him.

Taehyung doesn’t even notice he’s stopped in the middle of the walkway until someone is trying to move around him, “Excuse me.”

Taehyung immediately looks up at the familiar voice, “Hoseok?” The brunette is wearing more modern, human clothes just like the other two. His hair is swept back and he has a large binder tucked under one arm with a coffee in his hand, “Hi.”

The higher deity waves as much as he can with full hands, “Hey, sorry, I’d love to chat but I have a meeting.”

Taehyung nods, but does a double take as soon as it hits him, “Wait, are you the head of security?”

“Yeah, is that a problem?” The brunettes smile is teasing, but there’s just a small lilt in the tone that has the hairs on the back of Taehyung’s neck standing up.

“No! Not at all.” He bows to the higher deity and waves, “Good to see you…”

It’s later at Jimin’s apartment with a can of beer in his hand that taehyung let’s his walls break, “We are so fucked.”

“We’re not fucked.” Jimin assures him, drinking from his own can.

“We are!”

“Question!” The two turn to Jeongguk who sits on the floor holding a pillow to his chest, “What does fuck mean?” Neither of the two make any move to answer him, and Jeongguk pulls the pillow closer to him, “Nevermind...”

Taehyung leans forward in his seat and rests his head in his hands, “Our plan keeps changing.”

“For the better!” Jimin throws an arm over Taehyung’s shoulder and pats his arm,“You have to trust the process, Taehyung.”

“The process didn’t include Yoongi, Hoseok, and (Y/n)!”

“It has always included them.” Jimin cups Taehyung’s cheek and turns his face so that he’s looking at him, “I know you’re not keen on the other deities, Taehyung, I get it. But don’t be naive. We can use this to our advantage.”

He was right, of course. After eons of council meetings and watching the 3 Pillars deal with Earth on their own, both Taehyung and Jimin have picked up on certain habits that each one is more comfortable with. Fate is easier to avoid - not in a way where she won’t come after them, but as long as they stay out of trouble then you’ll leave them be. Yoongi doesn’t involve any coaxing at all. He’ll definitely keep an eye on them, but he’s more of a silent watcher. Their biggest threat is Hoseok.

Though he is nice and surprisingly very down to Earth, Hoseok is not someone anyone can hide from. Within two days of first seeing him after the interview, Hoseok was already passing them on the streets at night and in the aisle at the grocery store. The brunette deity made sure they knew he wasn’t going away as easily as (Y/n) and Yoongi would. If he saw they were doing something he didn’t like, then he’d make it known. It wasn’t easy to stay off of his radar, but they did somehow manage to do it.

And that set them up for the beginning of their whole plan.

It’s early in the afternoon and Taehyung is talking to the archeologist who “discovered” Namjoon’s tomb. Truly, Taehyung had already opened the tomb himself, but no one needed to know that. What was important was that he impress the man enough for him to send Namjoon and all of his artifacts - including the necklace he snuck back into the crypt - to his exhibit.

“I truly believe that we can give King Namjoon a final resting place here with his tomb deteriorating at such a fast pace. I wouldn’t want to see anything damaged, especially the King’s notes on his experience with the Moon Goddess.”

“Ah, yes, the Moon Goddess~” The old man muses, “The old king was quite detailed in his recounts of her. The king dedicates almost a third of his journal to her.”

Taehyung smiles. Leave it to Namjoon to write a novel and dedicate it to him, “That’s very kind of him.” 

“Indeed it was.” The older man stops and turns to the young curator, “You know, it has been very wonderful speaking with you today, Mr. Kim. I’ll talk with my colleagues, but I do hope to see you again.”

“Thank you. I hope to see you again as well.” Taehyung shakes the older gentleman’s hand, “Please have a safe trip home.”

The old man gives him a nod back and turns to leave. It’s just as he’s passing the information desk that Taehyung sees the young woman standing at the entrance - just as he had done with Jimin - looking around the large room in awe. He didn’t have to guess who she was, he just knew. 

Eunha finally made it.

Taehyung takes long strides across the building's main floor to greet her, “Hi! Can I help you?”

The young soulmate offers him a relieved smile, “Yes. I’m here to apply for a security position.”

“Yes! Let me take you there.” Taehyung gestures for her to follow him. He turns in the direction of the cafeteria and then stops in his tracks before Seokjin runs into him. IN a flash he holds out his arm to stop Eunha before the blonde haired man can bump into her with his coffee, “Sorry about that, Seokjin’s coffee time is the most dangerous time of the day.”

Taehyung gives him a playful glare and the blonde just shrugs, “Okay, so maybe now I’ll start leaving it on my desk.”

Eunha chuckles to herself, and Taehyung feels his heart flutter. He hadn’t heard her laugh in so long, he forgot that he missed hearing it. He gestures for her to continue following him, and he leads her to Hoseok’s office where the brunette is collecting the mail from the box next to his door.

“Hoseok!-” The head of security jumps, turning around to see the other two. Taehyung tries not to laugh, “I have your interviewee for the security position.”

A light seems to go off in Hoseok’s head as the name rings a bell with him, “Ah! Choi Eunha, right?” Eunha nods and Hoseok offers her a hand, “Jung Hoseok. Please step into my office.”

“Good luck!” Eunha nods and thanks Taehyung for his help, the god waving back to her. He watches her enter the office and meets the eyes of Hoseok as he closes the door. He can tell the higher deity wants nothing more than for him to leave, but Taehyung isn’t as willing.

He waits across the hall in the employee lounge for about 20 minutes or so, anxiously eating a bag of chips he stole out of Jimin’s locker. He waits for the shadows to pass by the door before he attempts to peek his head out. Down the hall, he can see Eunha’s figure walking away towards the main room, a light bounce in her step. She looks excited, and Taehyung takes that as a good sign.

“Waiting for someone?”

“Hoseok!” Taehyung jumps, hitting his side against the doorknob. The god stumbles out of the doorway and turns himself around so he faces the higher deity. He leans one arm on the wall while the other wraps over his abdomen to cradle his side, his feet crossed over the other to appear ‘casual’. “Hey! Hi. How are you? Good interview?”

Hoseok chuckles, eyeing the god on another one of his shenanigans, “She got the job, Taehyung.”

“Yes!” Taehyung’s fist pumps the air, running in place in excitement.

Hoseok shakes his head, “I don’t know how you knew about Seokjin, but I guess I have to let you off the hook.”

Taehyung grabs Hoseok by the shoulders and pulls him into a tight hug, “Thank you, Hoseok.”

Hoseok awkwardly pats Taehyung’s back, “This wasn’t me. This was all up to Fate. (Y/n) just told me what sign to look for.”

The Moon God rolls his eyes and pulls back, “If you’re telling me to thank her, I won’t.”

“I’m not telling you to do anything. I’m just telling you not to praise me for work I didn’t do.” Hoseok reiterates, “I just hope you can take whatever Fate throws at you.”

“Trust me. I can.”

*

*

*

Both Jimin and Taehyung made it their jobs to become Eunha’s friends as soon as she began working. They spent the first few years of her on the day shift security getting to know her and bringing her into their lives before they actually began to incorporate their plan.

If Taehyung were to ask anyone at the museum how to describe him, it would be a total fanboy. There isn’t a day that goes by that he doesn’t mention Namjoon. Every conversation he has with anyone he tries to slip in one detail about his journey to obtain his dead king. Every small miniscule detail he gives is a segway to tell everything to Eunha.

He knows no one wants to hear him when he hops on his soapbox, but it’s what he has to do. Every move he makes is for the sake of Namjoon and Eunha to find the happiness he promised them. If he has to annoy every human he meets with his excitement, then so be it.

The day you told him his project was approved, was a day he won’t forget.

---

Taehyung knocks on the door to your office, “You wanted to see me?”

You look up from your paperwork, “Yes, please, have a seat.” You start to clear your desk and Taehyung takes the seat in front of you. “Do you know why you’re here?”

Taehyung thinks back to everything he’s done in the past week. He’s made a lot of decisions that could be considered questionable - a few that Jimin won’t even acknowledge, “Is this about the children’s exhibit? Because if it is, that was all Jeongguk’s fault, not mine.”

“No. I already know about that and I’ve chosen to ignore it as has Yoongi.” From somewhere in your overwhelming stack of papers, you pull out a blue folder and place it in front of the blonde, “This is about Namjoon.”

He takes a long look at your blank expression and the folder in front of him and bows his head, “They didn’t accept our offer...” He had thought he’d done everything he possibly could to convince the old man that his museum was the best museum. No other museum could compare! Only his would take the upmost care of Namjoon, but it he didn’t bite.

Taehyung sits up, “Can we at least talk about a temporary exhibit? Surely if we explain the situation to them, then they’ll let us have him for at least a month!”

“Taehyung….Do you really think that would be enough time? The results wouldn’t possibly change in that time.” You’re right, of course. Even if he tries to deny it, you’re always right, “What would you even tell them?”

Taehyung doesn’t even think, “That having this exhibit at our museum would be the most important decision of their lives.”

You shake your head, “No one would think that’s reason enough Taehyung.” 

Taehyung can’t help but wonder why that’s always the answer anyone can ever give him. How could no one else understand the importance of love? No one seems to understand Eunha and Namjoon like he does, and this is just another wrench in his plan. How would he ever bring them together now?

“So-” You open the blue folder that sits between the two of you to reveal the form he had submitted months ago with an “approved” stamped at the bottom, “I guess it’s only for the best that they accepted our offer.”

“Are you serious?” Taehyung asks. You nod, but Taehyung still grabs the folder off the desk to see for himself. After years of begging and endless praise and admiratio towards the dead human king, Taehyung had finally gotten eactly what he wanted. His plan was actually falling into place in front of his very own eyes. “And him and Eunha?”

“Their fate is out of my hands, Taehyung.” You had hope he wouldn’t ask. The closer the two humans come together, the more complicated their fate becomes. Every step is another twist around the other string, another pin for you to deal with. You sigh, “Two converged strings brought together before their time won’t act the same way two strings slowly inching together will. Ties have been cut and burned and there's no telling how Fate will twist them even further.” 

The blonde’s brow furrows in confusion, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“For all I know, their strings could knot together and the connection could never go any further.” It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve seen it happen. When Jimin had separated the humans from their soulmates, you’d come across many burned and knotted strings. Some were so stuck, there was no way for you to unravel them without creating a rift like the one Taehyung has made. “They would be stuck.”

“Would you be able to fix it?” He asks.

You shake your head, “Probably not in the way you want me to.”

Taehyung groans and slams his palm down against the top of your desk, startling you, “Why is Fate against them?!”

“If I knew the answer Taehyung, I would tell you.” It makes you sad to see him like this. With his own string caught in the middle of the two lovers, he’s only making himself miserable at every turn and every inconvenience. And with the outcomes that have made themselves known to you, there are countless terrible endings for the lovers. It’s like the two are world’s apart, with Taehyung hopping back and forth through hoop after hoop just to make them happy.

Without a second thought, you lean over your desk to place a hand over his, “We have the king. Accept that for now and worry about whatever plan you’ve concocted for when he gets here.”

---

Taehyung is pulled out of his memory when he sees two of the movers struggling to carry the sarcophagus he’d buried Namjoon in all those years ago, “Careful with him! I don’t want him damaged.”

“He’s fine, Taehyung.” Yoongi assures him, patting the lower god on the back, “That’s kinda why he has a box.”

Taehyung shakes his head in disapproval. He’s not surprised someone as bitter as Life doesn’t get it, “Okay, but the box is an important part of his history! It all has to be perfect.”

“Is his jewelry here yet?” The grumpy deity asks.

“You mean his lover’s necklace?” Yoongi nods, “No, they haven’t sent it yet.”

Hoseok pipes up from the loading doors, “That’s scheduled for next week, Eunha will be here for that one.” 

“Eunha?” Taehyung asks. Hoseok nods and Taehyung smiles, the perfect plan forming in his mind, “Perfect.”

Hoseok warily eyes the smug expression on Taehyung’s face and chooses to ignore it, “Yeah...anyways, the necklace and a few more items will be here next week as well. That shipment won’t be as large.”

“What day is that again?”

“Tuesday.”

Yoongi groans, “A full moon…” 

“What’s so bad about a full moon.” Johnny asks, unaware of the dilemma happening between the 3 deities. 

“Things happen when the moon is full and I don't like it.” Yoongi says it so nonchalantly, but his glare directed at Taehyung shows how he truly feels. The Moon God is most powerful on the full Moon, and that can only spell trouble for everyone else. He sighs, “I guess I don’t have a choice, so I’ll be there.”

“Good, cause you’re my ride.” Hoseok reminds him.

“Of course I am.” Life sighs, “Just get to work in grabbing the things we have now so we can get the exhibit together for this Friday.”

The movers get to work on taking the lighter items, but Taehyung protests their movement, “But the main attraction isn’t here.”

Yoongi grabs the curator by the shoulders and turns him around, “The main attraction is the dead guy. Now get moving.” 

Everyone but Taehyung continues to get back to work. The blonde takes his one chance to approach his long lost friend and gently place his hand on the top, “Don’t worry, my friend. I won’t let you down this time.”

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The night that Taehyung intends to invoke his plan, he’s sitting in Namjoon’s exhibit on the bench in front of his sarcophagus. Every night since his arrival he’s done this, enjoying the comfort of being close to his friend. Even if the king can’t talk back, it feels familiar to be with him. Besides, Eunha will have to come and kick him out before she locks up the exhibit for the night. The perfect ruse to tell her more about her beloved soulmate.

But if Taehyung were to be honest with himself, he couldn’t be more nervous than he is right now. So many things could go wrong, and there was no telling if what he was planning to do would actually help Namjoon and Eunha. If he messed this up - if he makes everything worse - then there’s no telling what will happen to the two. 

Behind him, Taehyung hears the clicking of heels against the floor of the exhibit. It’s definitely not Eunha - her shoes don’t make that sound - he only knows one person who wears heels and likes to sneak up on him, “Please tell me you’re not here to scold me again.”

“It won’t do me any good to scold you if you’re not going to listen.” You sit down next to him and rest your laptop case on the bench next to you, taking in the view of the exhibit in front of you. The king’s sarcophagus is lit by two spotlights hanging from the ceiling on either side, the jewels on the top glittering under the light.

Next to you, the blonde man sighs. He’s been acting weird all day and it’s been putting everyone on edge, “You’re worried. Is it about the necklace?” 

“Do you know enough to answer my questions?” He asks.

“I do.”

“Will he wake up?”

“Yes.”

“And will she love him?” You hesitate, giving Taehyung the answer he was already worried about, “She’s not going to love him...”

You sigh, “She doesn’t remember him Taehyung.”

“He didn’t even meet her and he loved her!” He argues, standing from the bench.

“And that’s not my problem!” Taehyung never fails to forget that you can’t actually control Fate, you can only look over it and see the outcomes, “I can’t control how they love.”

“They’re soulmates, are they not?” He asks, “Tied together by Fate? Your strings?!”

You hold up a hand, “I only hold the cards, Taehyung. I play them when they’re needed.” 

“That’s what you always say...” Taehyung mutters to himself, sitting back down on the bench and leaving a space in between.

You sigh, “It’s not like I don’t want them to be happy, Taehyung, but I have a job to do.”

“Your job should prioritize their happiness.”

“There are 7 trillion humans just like them, Taehyung. They can’t all be happy.” Taehyung doesn’t say anything in response and you take another deep breath to calm yourself. From down the hall, you can hear muted footsteps coming closer. With it being so close to closing time, there’s only so many people it can be. You stand and adjust your laptop case on your shoulder, “She’s coming. I’ll leave you here.”

Taehyung doesn’t bid you farewell, and you take that as your chance to slip away. As you walk past the cases parallel to the door, you see Eunha walking in to close up for the night. You see the face she makes when she sees Taehyung and you have to stifle a giggle.

“Have a good night, ma’am.” She says with a genuine smile.

You nod, “You too.”

Hopefully, of all the scenarios that could happen tonight before the morning, they all choose the best one.

~ Read Part 4 ~

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

            Noel Yunuen, a 27 year old son of Acat.             He is a tattoo artist at Marimo Ink.

FC NAME/GROUP: Yoo Taeyang from SF9 CHARACTER NAME: Noel Yunuen AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 04.20.1995 PLACE OF BIRTH: Guadalajara, Jalisco OCCUPATION: tattoo artist / rehabilitated(?) grave robber HEIGHT: 189 cm DEFINING FEATURES: black wavy hair with white streaks in, it's usually layered and kept short, though he toys with letting it grow back from time to time. he also has his fingers blacked out along with black bands circling up from his wrists to his shoulders and from his ankles to his thighs. Both his ears are pierced as well as his lower lip; he has the industrial, tragus, and orbital as well as small gauges to still be able to put earrings in. for the lip piercing, he has a labret in the shape of a black hoop hugging the entirety of his bottom lip. On the sides of his neck, right where it connects with his jaw, there are two small dahlia flowers: one peach and one red. His irises are quite particular and one would say one of his defining features, for they’re a jade green color resembling the ancient pieces of jade jewelry the Maya wore.

PERSONALITY: he’s unapologetically sarcastic though he mostly doesn’t mean any harm; coy glances and smug grins over a glass of blood wine are his signature, but he finds peace in listening to the reasoning behind a person’s tattoo - they’re sacred to him, so every detail that gets explained fills his hazel eyes with tremendous joy. whether someone believes in him or not doesn’t bother him in the slightest, what matters is the passion they fill their ink with. to him, that someone thinks a piece of his artwork is worthy of being on their skin is the greatest honor and will treat any of his clients with the utmost respect, always attentive to their every need.

noel finds social gatherings incredibly amusing: he’s charming, eloquent and perhaps enjoys causing an impression on people a tad too much. he puts himself out there and he enjoys all the stares directed his way, be they in approval or in judgment, he basks in the attention that he gets just by being himself. addiction is no stranger to him, be it to substances or pain itself, he indulges in every sin known to mankind. it was a godly habit he had inherited from his godly father - acting as if he has the right to receive all the goods in the world.

HISTORY: “don’t come back too late. ya es tarde, mijo.”

he should’ve listened. soft whimpering filled the forest as small bare feet pushed their way through the dirt and leaves desperate to find their way back home. the sun had lost the battle and begun its descent down the horizon as the dark of night claimed the skies. he was lost. “nana…” the young boy whimpered out as he hid behind a tree, into wild bushes for protection for the creatures that preyed the ancient silence of time and the threats that plagued it.  the forest was mischievous, playful… dangerous. it knew things, saw things - felt things and hid them and so it hid noel from the dangers of the nightly world. noel was different, you see; worship ran through his veins, painted his eyes the color of godly skin and gifted him nature as his reign. he was inkhearted, meant to bind and sacrifice for divinity in this mundane world and bring back the honor of the fallen gods and so the leaves led him to a hidden paradise - a place the pale demons couldn’t manage to corrupt.

hidden deep in the heart of the forest the tomb of many and temple of one remained dormant, waiting for when the time was right before opening the chest of forbidden memories for the heir to claim before his fate was set in those very temple stones, and then, in the gentle embrace of the morning sun he was taken by the hands that would shape his life. his grandmother was left behind, waiting by the edge of the woods for the boy she raised to return and he never did. noel didn’t know what became of her but she never left his thoughts,  not once in the seven thousand, six hundred and sixty-five days did he not spare her a sigh to the wind. he felt unworthy of her forgiveness for his hands had learned to steal, to harm, to take and take without permission or redemption and consequence; though it was never his intention, the grave robbers that found him in the temple had taught him to survive in this world’s cruel claws.

with them, he found not only the shadows but also paradise on earth on their travels. he found his gifts, forbidden riches and even love; a love so vibrant it put whatever stolen masterpieces there were in museums to shame. it was a love that might’ve made even the gods jealous, so it ended and with it’s end came a new chapter in his life. one written in hellish deals and painted with blood, corrupting part of his soul with greed - he enjoyed ending and soon learned the taste of blood fueled his reach for new horizons and he had his eye set on one: Mount Phoenix.

PANTHEON: Mayan CHILD OF: Acat POWERS:

paint/ink manipulation; he can manipulate paint and ink as if they’re an extension of his being. when mixed with his blood, they turn poisonous and can sting to the touch. through this he’s learned to solidify his blood with the ink in his skin into sharp blades for fighting in case he needs to. This power also allows the creation of moving paintings, they cannot be interacted with just observed. he often uses this to recreate memories he’s fond of, but can be applied to quite anything he feels like painting.

pain transferal; he can take someone’s pain and transfer it onto himself or onto someone else - doing the latter, however, weakens him greatly.

blessing/curse; his blessings come in the form of small painted flowers on the skin, their purpose is to make the blessed a bit happier, a bit luckier, a bit less lonely - his curses however are bleeding scars of wilted flowers, they’re a little hex of unluck and his brand for his targets.

STRENGTHS:

pain; he has a high pain tolerance, almost to the point where if pain is too extreme his entire body goes numb. this often makes him feel euphoric and provides a boost of energy for a limited amount of time.

blood; blood sacrifices were a part of his father’s existence, they were offerings made to him and his kind to honor them, feed them, satiate their thirst and pay respects. drinking blood is part of his daily life and helps keep him healthy.

tattooing; being the son of the god of tattoos and scarification, doing either of the two activities strengthens him and his abilities.

WEAKNESSES:

sunlight; just as direct sunlight can make a freshly made tattoo burn, his physical strength deteriorates whenever he stands outside during daytime. he can still walk, but his eyesight blurs and he feels constantly light headed. It’s manageable thought.

pain; a two edged sword - while also being one of his greatest strengths, being in pain for too long makes him behave erratically, almost as if in bloodlust.

blood; even if drinking blood regularly keeps him healthy, drinking too much will slowly drive him insane, potentially turning him into a cold blooded kiler.

[xxxxhannyxxxx]

Dancing Dreams

Chapter 1

(I would love some feedback especially since i decided to start writing again, I will also be working on re-writing My Han Fanfiction and making it better, Thank you)

Synopsis ..... As a 20yr old born and raised in Busan South korea, you finally moved forward in your life and managed to Join The Best Dance company out there. You make Friends you could never forget and so many memories you will cherish in your life. Your love Life will blossom and the sturggles of life will finally reach its peak. Will you manage to get through it or get overwhelmed by evrything and everyone ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was an early Monday morning, the sun rays were shinning through the cracks in your curtains perfectly lighting your face. "its too early for any of this" you groan and turn over to the other side where the sun dont shine. "Y/N get up youre going to be late!" your mom yelled at you from the kitchen. You turn back around and sluggishly sit up right, criss-cross apple sauce still half asleep and slouching forward. "Thats right" you thought to yourself, "Todays the first day of my dance class" you check your phone and time reads 7:34am. You get up and start making your way to the bathroom still dragging your feet, but you couldnt help but feel butterflies in your stomach. you make your way to the bathroom and brush your teeth, then your face and you apply lotion " you cant forget to take care of your face" you say as you laugh. You walk towards your closet wondering what to wear. your closet was full of black and white, not really any other color because brights just wasnt your thing. you decide to go with some black sweats, a white crop top and some white Filas. you decide to keep your hair down, kinda wavy and grab a hair tie for later. you head down stair and you can hear the sizzling of possibly bacon or sausage and the smell of toast. Your mom had breakfast ready for you, two eggs over easy just the way yiu love em, two strips bacon and some white toast. " Thank you, if you wouldnt have made me breakfast i would have gone on coffee for the whole day" you say wiith a moutful of toast. You tend to live off of coffee, not a day goes by without it. once you finished eating, you grab your keys and head out "Bye mom, ill see you later" you say as you turn around and wave good-bye.

You hop in your car, plug in your phone and start listening to some of your favorite tunes. The first song that plays is Enhypens Given-taken "Wake up in day one, cheonnare achim jomyeongin bichweo taeyange nunbit" you sing, using your vocal chords to their full extent. Next played Aespas- Next level which lead to ITZYs Mafia. You pull up to a starbucks and lower your music, "Hello welcome to starbucks, what can i get started for you today?" The employee asks cheerfully this morning. "Hello can i get a Venti Iced caramel macchiato with 2 extra shots of espresso and extra caramel" It was your go to drink, just the perfect amount of espresso and caramel mixed together. "Of course, is that going to be all for today?" she asked, "Yes ma'am, thank you" she tells you the price and you pull up the window, you grab your drink and head off straight for the dance studio. A couple more songs played through, you jammed out to Nct, Exo, A.C.E, Oneus and so many other groups and then you finally arrived. Your heartbeat accelarated slightly just at the thought that you finally get to start your dance classes.

When you were just ten years old you found k-pop, it was music you had never listened to but your curiosity got the best of you. From finding TVXQ you were slowly dragged down the K-pop hole but it was possibly the best thing that had ever happened to you. From then on 3yrs went by, you were finally 13 and you thought to yourself that you wanted to be a dancer and that someday you would be a back up dancer or a choreographer for the idols you look up to. You asked your mom to sign you up for dance classes , she agreed and signed you up for modern dancing, from then on you moved on to hip-hop, contemporate and breakdancing which was honestly possibly the hardest to learn, who knew breakdancing could make you feel like you could break yourself in a heart beat. And thats how you got here, you auditioned to join Dream Team dance studio, one of the hardest to pass and yet you managed to make it through, but the price for this dance class was pretty high so you also planned on getting a part time job.

You finally turned off your car and started heading towards the building, since you were still new here you had to follow sign procedures and which classes you would be available for and suited for. You headed towards what seemed to be the front desk but didnt see anyone there. "Hello?" you called out, and then a girl peeked her head out the corner of her office "Hello sorry i didnt hear you walk in" she said very sweetly " what can i do for you today?". You open your bag and pull out the paperwork you had to fill out Prior to your first day "Oh, i am new here and today is going to be my first day starting my dance classes" you hand her the papers and she goes through, she tells you to give her a quick minute and she walks back to the office, she comes back with a lanyard and keycard attached " Welcome to DT, Heres your badge" she hands the item over to you and you seemed kinda confused " oh, sorry let me explain. So we do get certain people who come thorugh to practice at times and we use this badge so that any unwanted personal dont just barge through wihtout permission. we really do want our dancers to feel safe and comfortable in this enviroment" its like she read your expression. So many questions came to mind of who could possibly come to this studio, Idols seems to cross your mind but you just push it away because it only happens ever so rarely. "Thank you so much, ill make sure not to lose this", you start to head towards the doors and turn around because it totally slipped your mind to ask what room your class was in. “im sorry, but what room will i be heading to?” you ask. “ oh, right i guess we forgot, you will be headed to  floor 7 room c” - she chuckles. You start to make your way back to the double doors then you hear her say " if you lose the badge, its a $100 fee to replace it", You grab the badge tighter knowing that thats alot of money just to replace it. You excitedly scan your badge and make your way through the double doors, as soon as you walk through you see a cafeteria  to your right and a mini market to your left. You walk towards the cafeteria and see that they also have a cafe in the corner. “oh hell yeah, i can grab myself some coffee anytime i want now’” you think to yourself as you sip on your starbucks.   You turn around and starts making your way to the elevators, as you walk back you overhear a group of girls chatting about floor 7, you stop in your tracts to listen in a little more, you werent trying to eavesdrop but you were still new here and wanted to know what they had to say about the floor your class is in.  They started talking about how the rumor about idols showing up at the dance studio was true but the only floor they ever go to was floor 7, since floor 7 was were the best choreographers were located. You start to walk away slowly picking up your pace because in your head that was impossible, you werent notified exactly of who the special personal was. You thought maybe you should have asked more in depth questions, but you didnt because you were so excited. You finally make a stop at the elevator doors almost running straight into them,you push the up arrow button and the doors open. When you head inside you push level 7 but on the mini screen it says Please scan badge. You grab your  badge slightly shaking and scan, you get approved and the doors close.  The  elevator starts to go up and you are so deep in your thoughts you start thinking out loud. You start pacing back in forth asking yourself if what the girls were saying  was true. The last thing you needed was for an artist to show up and make a fool out of yourself, at this point you have your arms up in the air and you dont notice that the elevator stopped on floor 3. As you turn around you see three different males standing infront of the levator staring at you, all three were in black masks and some sort of hat making it hard to notice their faces. You make eye contact with one and the realise your arms are still up in the air. “oh my god, i am so sorry” you say as you are still panicking. The one on the left giggles to himself, the one on the right is unphased but the one in the center kept eye contact with you. You  could barely utter another word, but you manged to scoot over and make room for the three of them. You are so embarassed you face away and place your head against one of the elevator walls. You see that one of them goes to push floor 7 as well but they realise that floor number 7 is already chosen. They look over and notice that you also have a badge that lets you in the top floor but they leave it at that. The ride from floor 3 to floor 7 seemed like it was taking forever, and you couldnt believe that on your first day you managed to make a fool out of yourself. You finally reach floor 7 and the elevator doors open. You make your way out first   and walk as fast you can to room C, the  boys follow behind. With your mind still racing you walk straight passed room C  unknowingly that you almost run into a window at the end of the hall.  As soon as you come to a stop you hear, “ You do know thats a window, and not a door right?” he says with a mocking tone. “ oh yeah, i knew that, i just wanted to take in some sun” you say as you turn back around and go straight for room C.  “Hyunjin, youre going to be late for our dance class” han says  after opening the door to room A, “Sorry, i just wanted to take in some sun” he giggles to himself.

You have eyes looking at you from running in and closing the door shut, your face lights up red "I'm sorry". You continue to walk in and the dance room catches your eye, its so spacious, the walls painted an oxford blue, and a set of two clear window that reach from top to bottom on the left. "First time here i see" one of the girls calls out to you, "oh yeah, this dance room is nice" you are in complete awe. "i was the same way the first time i walked in this room, by the way if you dont mind me asking, what was that all about earlier?" she cocked her head to the left. "oh that~, so i made a complete fool of myself infront of these guys who were on the elevator with me, i guess i was so nervous that i also almost walked into the window at the end of the hall until one of them called out to them" you say with a slight laugh as you look down on the floor. "Oh geex, i would have probably done the same. So whats your name?", "my name is Y/N, whats yours? you ask, "Oh my name is Elizabeth but you can call me Eli, i hope we can be good friends from now on". As soon as she finished the doord behind us opened, "Hello, it seems like everyone here seems aquianted, well lets get started from where we left off. Hello you must be y/n, i have heard alot about you from our scouts who were at the auditions." She says with a very curious tone, you can feel all eyes on you. "He-hello" you tense up slightly just at the thought the teacher knows who you are. The class officially starts and everyone seems to have gone to their places, you make your way towards the back of the class to watch the dance everyone one learned last semester. You watched them practice a couple times before you joined in. After going through the dance a couple more times Eli looks at you in awe "I can see why you were accepted into classes in the 7th floor, youre really good"

  Classes proceeded for the rest of the day that time went by so fast, it was already 7pm and it was time to go home. "So i believe i will be seeing you tomrrow?" Eli asked, "Definitely, i had so much fun today and im so excited for the rest to come. I might stick around to practice just a little more" You say with enthusiasm in your voice. Eli leaves while waving back and youre the only one left in the room. You walk up to the radio and plug in your phone through the aux chord, you scroll through your playlist you are debating between Enhypen- given taken, TXT- Puma and Starykids latest release Thunderous. You decide to go with thunderous since you just had decided to change the end because you crouched down and walked foward by yourself it would look funny. You finally finished making the end and finally remmebering it so you decide to finally run through the whole dance. After dancing Thunderous a couple times you finaly drop down tired, you hear the door open behind you and turn around to see who could possibly still be here and to your suprise its the 3 mysterious men from earlier. "You're really good, did you make the ending for Thunderous?" asks the one with the medium length black hair, his voice sounds so familiar but you cant seem to remember who it could be. "Oh uhm, yes i did. i kinda figured if i danced it alone i would look stupid" You giggled to yourself "Like imagine crouching down and doing this?" you start to do the ending of the dance, "Youre right, haha it would look kinda funny" Says the one on the left, and again his voice also sounds very familiar but you really cant remember. " I guess we should introduce our selves, My name is Changbin, Seo Changbin" Your eyes widen, "Hi My name is Jisung, Han Jisung. But don't tell anyone you saw us" He shoots a wink. "Well i guess it my turn, My name is Hwan hyunjin, and if you ever feel like Getting some sunshine again Make sure not to try to run out the window" He laughs to himself. Youre face flushes red, You barely manage to even Speak. Did i really just make a full of myself infront of STRAYKIDS?!?! Is the only thought running through your head.

[darkcitiesnluv]

" what's the matter sweetie~~? Why don't you get close? Loook~ here's your teddy beaaar~ come here and take it.....come on take it.....jarjarjar....." The big headed clown chuckled darkly as he stare up at you with his golden deadly eyes.

Your eight year old self could see his sickening grin form from ear to ear inside the dark echoing sewer. You notice how he had spots of blood spread on his big mouth and his dirty clothes. He held your now ripped bloody teddy bear in his shaky claws.

You grimace at the way it look but you remember when your little brother gave it to you for your seventh birthday. Your little brother went missing one night and that teddy bear is really important for you because it's the only thing left from your little brother.

" Give me back Mr. Teddy! Please it's from my little brother! He gave it to me for my birthday! " You pleaded with your tiny soft voice.

" Your little brother..... Jeongin?....." The red headed clown said as he raised his thin round eyebrows and widen his eyes looking creepy. 

You also widen your eyes as that creepy looking clown mentioned him. Perhaps....does he know where her little brother is? Does he know something about his disappearance?

" How do you know him?....." You asked as you crawl closer towards the sewer. The clown chuckled and grinned widely showing his sharp yellow teeth.

" Little Jeongin is with me honey~......do you want to see hiiimm~?" He cooed with his silly and raspy clown voice.

You eagerly nodded. " PLEASE! PLEASE! Jeonginie~! Come back!"

Your eyes widen when you saw your little 6 year old brother. He wore a yellow raincoat. His hoodie was up covering his small chubby face. His raincoat looked dirty, covered in mud, pieces of trash stick on the coat. He held a red floating balloon in his tiny hands.

" If you want your brother back...." This time the clown frowned, and he looked deadly at her. " Then get down and take him.....NOW!" He yelled scaring you.

" Jeongin~! Jeongin~! Come over here! It's me Y/n! Jeongin!" You said crawling slowly towards the sewer, your tiny arm sticking out to reach for him. " I can't, I can't...." Jeongin cried as he step back, still his small face looking down all this time.  The clown chuckled darkly as he was opening his wide mouth.

" Y/n!!!...."

" Y/n! What are you doing there next to the sewers! You're going to fall!"

You turn to your side and immediately stood up. You looked at your little friends that called you. The clown suddenly growled as he aggressively grab Jeongin and pushed him away like a ragged doll. He felt annoyed he couldn't get what he wanted; his fresh food.

" Guys my little brother is in here.....!" You stoped speaking as you turn to look back at the sewers. The clown nor your little brother weren't there anymore.

" Y/n......how could he be in the sewers?...." Yeonjun asked as he held your tiny hands with his tiny ones.

" Y/n! You shouldn't get close! You could fall!" Your taller friend Soobin, suddenly hug you.

" But I saw a creepy clown! He had my teddy bear and Jeongin!"

Yeonjun gulp down saliva as he heard about the clown again.

" Clown? On the sewers? Y/n you're too cute and funny pleased stop!" Soobin laughed as he pinched your chubby cheeks.

You looked at Yeonjun and he did the same. He squeezed your hand almost telling you that he believes you.....

Flashback End

"Ahhh! I need to stop remembering it!" You yelled as you got up from the bed to get ready for school.

" Y/n! Eat something! At least an apple!" Your mother yelled from across the kitchen. " No mom I'm late!" You said and quickly put on your shoes that were next to the door. " Bye mom love you!"

" Love you too!....ahh! This girl" she shook her head.

" Hey! Y/n!~" Your friend Soobin said as he smiled at you. " You woke up late too?..." The tall dark hair boy with an undercut said as he look down at you. You nodded. " Yes! I....had that weird memory again...." You said as you touched your forehead.

"Mmm....ohhh....the clown memory? You mean a dream?.... Again!? Y/n you keep having that same dream so often? Are you really that scare of clowns?...." Soobin chuckled as he face palm.

" Soobin you don't understand-"

" Hey Y/nnie~! Hey Soobin~~~ i'm glad y'all waited for me" Beomgyu smiled kindly as he put on his red beanie over his long rock emo boy hair cut.

" We weren't waiting for you, we stop to talk about her nightmare.…" Soobin smiled innocently at him showing his deep dimples.

" The clown dream......Y/n, baby...." Suddenly Beomgyu wrapped his left arm around your shoulders getting close to you, his fingers from his right hand  slightly pinching your small chin moving your face towards his lovely gaze. " you see, fears are like food.....you can't resist them.....they hypnotized you to eat them...."

" What are you saying? That doesn't make sense" Soobin laughed and you agree bobbing your head repeatly.

" What I mean is that I'm hungry. Long or short story...Y/n.... YOU NO LONGER A CHILD GROW UP! FEARING CLOWNS IS FOR LOSERS!" Beomgyu yelled exaggerating every word he said while making dramatic hand gestures.

" Says the loser that is scared of the red sun...." Short blond hair Huening Kai said as he smirked at Beomgyu, teasing him.

" Kai~~~" Beomgyu suddenly hug him sofly and then let go. " Hey! Stop it! The red sun is not a joke! I've heard once the sun turns red it means the world will end.....or does it mean evil will rise?..." Beomgyu question himself.

" Umm..... where's Yeonjun and Taehyun?... Yeonjun said he'll take us to school...." You furrowed your eyebrows worried. Yesterday he texted in the group chat that he'll be picking them up since he already got his driver's license.

" Tae called me in the morning telling me he feels sick....so he'll stay home...." Hueningkai said.

" Yeonjun doesn't answer his phone....." Soobin said as he hold his iPhone against his ear.

" I'm worry....." Beomgyu said in english.

" Me too gyu...." You said in english as well.

What could've happened to him? He always answer his phone every time we call..... something is wrong.... could it be his parents?

And Taehyun suddenly missing school? When he is one of the top 5 best and smartest students in Junior grade and plus he is a very healthy boy.....

Something is going on and we need to find it out.

" Let's go to his house?....we should check and if he isn't there, let's check in Taehyun's house......ahh!" Beomgyu said earning a smack on the arm by Hueningkai.

" You stole my statement! I was gonna say that! " Kai said.

" Ok let's go now!" You said as you started running and the boys following you.

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" His car isn't there....." Soobin said as he looked around the backyard.

" If his car isn't there....he must not be in the house either...." Kai said staring at the decently looking house.

" Should we knock?" Beomgyu said as he gazed at the maroon door.

" I don't think he's there if his car isn't out here..." You said.

" Alright." Beomgyu answered however he still walked towards the maroon door and knock it. " Mrs and Mr. Choi! It's your son Beomgyu! I want to see my bro! Where is he!?" He yelled his voce kind of cracking,  leaning his ear against the door.

Suddenly they heard a heavy kick against the door coming inside the house. Beomgyu flinched like a baby and back off from the door. " The fuck?..." He narrowed his eyebrows as he gave it a weird look.

The person abruptly opens the door and peeks out to see who was the one banging on his door while screaming at it.

" Beomgyu it was you.....who do you think you are to be banging at my door like if you own it...." Yeonjun's father said angrily.

" Your son....." Beomgyu said in a sad tone faking a sad look.

" MY-keeu!.... You ain't my son and don't ever knock on my door like that nor yelled at it as if it's a dog!"

You and the others secretly try their best not to laugh at the whole scene you three are watching making Beomgyu turn back to look at you and your friends.

Beomgyu crack a smile but quickly went back to being serious. " Look sir, we're looking for Yeonjun! That idiot was supposed to take us to school and now we're going to miss it! Not that I care for me it's alright I can missed school every day BUT MY FRIENDS!! THEY LOVE SCHOOL!! IT ISN'T FAIR-"

"ⁿᵒ ʷᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ...." Yelled Soobin and Kai from a far.

" Little boy.....I don't care about you or your friends, that idiot is in one of his stupid friend's house.....Taeyang? Taeyong? Taehyung?..... something like that...now JUST-"

" That's enough sir thank you for the info......let's go?" Beomgyu question his friends while raising an eyebrow.

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" Taehyun!!" Soobin screamed as he knock on the door.

From inside the house you could hear Taehyun's heavy steps and cussing them off for making a whole chaos outside his house.

" Can't y'all understand that my parents are sleeping right now?!?.....so disrespectful god....well except for Y/n she's a sweetheart, the only normal one here..." Taehyun glared at his friends except for you. You innocently smiled at him cutely going with the flow.

" Are you sure she's a normal?..." Kai crack a nervous smile and laugh.

" She dreams about clowns chasing her..." Beomgyu joked next.

" CLOWNS!?......" Taehyun widen his big eyes even wider.

" Shhhhhh! Your parents are sleeping and is Yeonjun here? He must...." Soobin glared at him.

" Yeah yeah right, and yes his hear.....how y'all know?" Taehyun asked as he peek inside his house making sure his parents are still sleeping.

" His new car, outside....." You responded.

Taehyun nodded and let the three of you walk inside his house. Taehyun made sure nobody around the neighborhood saw them. For what reason? Only he knows.

" Yaaah Tae you're being suspicious.... what's the matter? Why is Yeonjun here?..." You slightly whispered as all of you gather together in Taehyun's room.

Yeonjun sat on the ground, tiger blanket on his shoulders, eating Doritos and watching SpongeBob like a little kid.

You smiled at that sight and felt happy when you saw him there... healthy and safe.

You know his problems....the problems that happens inside his house everyday. His parents are in the middle of divorce and that had caused horrible fights and arguments between them....and Yeonjun is sick of it.

So you understood why he prefer to stay in somebody else home instead of his own.....you would've done the same if you were in that situation.....lucky for you you don't have a dad so it will never happen. You sat next to Yeonjun and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

Yeonjun looked at you and smile. Taehyun notice how you two were close to each other. He shook his head and tap on Yeonjun's back two times. " Yeonjun, they're here.... mind explaining them?"

" Guys.....the clown.....he talked to me....." Yeonjun said with a scared look and his eyebrows narrowed down. " He said he'll be here to come and get us.....that clown that got my twin sisters is back!"

His eyes landed on yours making you covered your mouth in shock.

Soobin, Beomgyu, and Huening looked at each other slowly, seeing how you were reacting and how Yeonjun and Taehyun look so serious, make them feel like they're being honest.

" Is this for real?.... aren't y'all joking with us?..." Soobin raised his eyebrows.

You looked at Yeonjun and Taehyun with a sad look and so did they towards you.

" Guys.....I know it sounds crazy...but the reason why our younger siblings went missing and their bodies were never found....is because that men dressed in a clown suit ate him! He eats children and even teenagers! Probably even adults! That's why I'm terrified at clowns! Specially him...." You said as you sat down on the bed and covered your face with your hands.

Soobin, Beomgyu, and Huening looked at you surprised. This strange information is slowly processing in their brains.

" Soobin, remember 9 years ago.....I was laying down in front of a sewer...." You said hoping he remembered that very first and last day you talked to that clown. " Yeonjun remembers!" You said as you looked at Yeonjun then back at Soobin.

" I.... remember.....I didn't believe you at that time....so that clown does exist....." He thought as he looked at you in realization.

" Last night I was riding my car, I parked it next to a sewer.....and he was there .....he told me he will come to get me and my friends.....I really don't know what I ever did to him....All I know is that we're in danger..." Yeonjun said as he look up at his friends with red crying eyes.

" We must stay together...." You said as you reach to get Yeonjun's hand to help him stand up. Taehyun quickly walked to your other side and held your hand.

The six of you gather around in a circle holding hands.

" We promise to each other that we will stay together forever, in good and in bad..... together forever!" They all said loudly as they rais their holdings hands up in the air. It was a friendly encouragement for y'all's strong friendship of years.

" What the-! Is this some cult ritual y'all doing? Y/n you're the only girl here be careful!" Taehyun's mother said as she stand there next to the door watching us.

" Mom don't worry Y/n is protected with me...." Taehyun said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and smiled warmly at you.

" Alright......I seriously don't know what y'all doing here instead of being in school but come to the dining room to eat breakfast...." She said as she no longer care what this troublesome kids were doing.

Yeonjun grabs your hand and you accept it. Taehyun notice it and he did the same to you with other hand.

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