#the devils happened to you for a reason. you stumbled into something unknowingly and now you are pleading to stay. absolutely unreal

[stromer]

[n-stxlgia]

Viper - For @ericks-mala-actitud

There are ways in which we grow and develop and mature into the people that we become as adults. The way in which marks run along our face, depending on our past, landing on how fast we grow and change as people. Some people have smile lines or crow feet, while others have scars and bags beneath their eyes. Depending on our natural outcome, depends on what we turn into as we grow old. There’s a defined difference between the two outcomes, one being dominant in society and the other... A silhouette. It was just unlucky that you ended up in second place. 

Normality wasn’t something that occurred in your childhood home where you indeed grew and developed, right up until the age of six, which was when the floor beneath you crumbled and you were flipped upside down, every thought, memory and ounce of blood rushing to your head until eventually... Everything you ever knew exploded. Now as you sit in the leather chair of the alderman house, thumbs folding over one another in an endless race, heart pounding in your frail chest, everything is coming back to light. 

He walks around the room like a hawk circling its prey, pushing you down to the shadows where you’ve wrongfully, yet unknowingly, been placed for the counterpart of your life. His eyes are beady behind the glasses that rest on his large nose, skin rather flushed and pale. Despite being quite plumb, he is well dressed and smells like lavender, a rather feminine smell that relaxes you. Although his action stirs your stomach, making you mentally ill, twisting on the spot. His voice is gruff and deep as he speaks, “so,” he begins, ensuring that there is no backing out now. “I hear that you’re a little muddled up walking into your future.” His words confuse you to an extent, your brow tightening and lower half shifting in the seat.

“I guess you could say that” you reply with a low tone, rather battered and tired from travelling so far. Your body lurches forward as a gruff cough impales your throat, fist-clenching against your lips to discourage the spit. You trained your eyes to focus on things around the room when the pain struck your lungs, focusing on such things as the paintings on the walls, the pastel wallpaper and the lime curtains hanging by the window. 

“Quite a nasty cough you have there,” the man sighs, stopping at his desk placing his nimble fingers on the wood as he leans further over, “I’ve heard it’s not exactly curable”

You swallow, licking your dried lips before wiping your hand down your leg, “you seem to know a lot about me, professor”

“Well it would be rude of me to forget,” he smiled, pulling back the chair that sat before him and taking a seat, now at your eye level, “was it the fire that disturbed your throat?”

Your jaw clenched at the simple memory of what had happened that September evening on your sixth birthday. The day you learned a valuable lesson while your left fell apart. Dipping your head you nodded in an action response as the lump grew heavier in the back of your throat. “I see you have occupied quite a few burn marks as well”

“That’s kinda what happens when you get trapped inside a burning building” you sighed, sarcasm dripping in your tone. You understood the man sitting before you was here to help, yet you couldn’t stop your brain from deciphering the situation. As much as you wanted to come clean of your past, it seemed wrong to tell it to someone who was paid to take in others woes. However, he was right in one thing that he had said; that being that yes, you did occupy quite a few scars from the raging flames that fed off your flesh. 

“Do you remember much of what happened that evening?” he asked cautiously as not to trigger the loaded gun that sat at the back of your mind. Swallowing deeply as to calm the itch in the back of your throat you condemned yourself, collecting your ragged emotions and relaxing back into the leather chair. 

“I don’t remember the whole thing but... I remember how the fire started...” you nodded, head dipping to focus on your fingers that were aimlessly fiddling with one another in an act of anxiety and frustration and a sheer lack of comfort. “It was my sixth birthday and I remember it was really sunny outside. There were some bluebirds on the tree just outside the living room window from where I was sitting when my dad brought the cake into us.”

The sun was so bright that evening, brighter than you’d ever seen it. Your apartment was located right in the centre of what felt like the earth, the sun beaming directly into your living room. Your dad always said that there was no need for electric lights when you had mother nature to take care of you. 

“I remember blowing out the candles... And making a wish. I don’t remember what wish I made...” 

While you were in the living room with some friends from school, occupying the silence with small conversation about... Whatever six-year-olds talk about, your parents were in the kitchen. The reason why you knew was that you remember the disappointment in your chest when you turned to see they weren’t even looking when the flames were burned out. 

“I remember my Mum demanding that we light the candles again so that she could watch,” you sighed with a smile, “so she came into the living room and lit them again... Not realising she left the open flame exposed on the cooker...” and then your smile faded. “It felt like seconds, one second I was blowing out the flames to my birthday candles and then the next... I was surrounded by them.”

You’d share the same emotion as to what you felt tucked in the heat, something similar to being trapped beneath a blanket when you and your dad would play hide and seek. Yet you knew this time you couldn’t escape from under it, out into the world of fresh air and clear sight. You were trapped in the smoke and flames, unable to move from sheer fear pulsing through your veins. 

“If I’m right, your father was the one who saved you?” the man spoke, making your head lift to meet his gaze. You nodded. 

“Without him, I wouldn’t even be alive... Well, without what he gave me” you bit your lip tightly, remembering the event. 

Once he’d stumbled upon you behind the broken rafter in the corner, he said what he would do wouldn’t hurt. He only partially lied. The scary part was watching your father fall apart right in front of you as he gave you the last thing that was keeping him alive. 

Venom was a symbiote your father inhabited long before you were born, and he’d told you stories about it over the years that often sent you to sleep. Feeling that so-called ‘monster’ feed under your skin and dominate your veins, sending a rush to your head as your every nerve was corrupted and overridden by the living shadow that was carrying you away from the flames was terrifying.

“Without Venom... My dad would still be alive.”

“But you would be dead, miss L/N.” 

“My dad was a better man than I could ever be a woman. He cared about people, he actually gave a shit.” Shrugging you loosened your shoulders, “whereas I... I can’t get over the fact that the real monster my dad would tell me stories about... Was me” your sentence was cut short as another cough ripped through your throat, head twisting to the shell of your arm to cover your lips. 

“You are no monster, Y/N. That is why we are here to help you, to better yourself and self-image” he smiled, stretching out an arm to place a comforting hand on the oak wood table. Your head turned slowly, tongue flicking over your lower lip as your eyes finally met his for the first time that session, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

By the time the session was finished it came to be that you were feeling a lot better, and the devil inside you too. The paintings on the wall had only shifted a little from the struggle, the pastel wallpaper now a hot red and the lime curtains... Well, it would take more than one wash to get his whiskey ridden blood out of the cotton strands. In truth, we all grow and mature in some way... Your level of development had just gone a little... Fucked up.

But it was a new life, a new start in Queens New York. And you had a funeral to attend. 

[eris0330]

Hiraeth - Part Sixteen

☽Pairing☾ ; BTS | Reader

☽Genre☾ ; Angst

☽Word Count☾ ; 1.6k

☽Summary☾ Returning back to Korea after years of being under the ground, to see your parents. You wished it was all it took, to feel complete again. The aftermath of confusion, betrayal and sorrow was the reason to never come back into the boys presents. But it wasn’t until, seeing one them enter the same cafe, at the right time.

☽M. List☾ ;  1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // 11 // 12 // 13 // 14 // 15 // 16 // 17 // 18 // 19 // 20 // 21 // 22 [ongoing]

“When are we there?” Taehyung asked for the fifth time to try annoy Jimin, while the bumps on the road disturbed others from taking a nap. Early morning as the sun started to rise, the boys has used it productively to pack a van with clothes, first aid kit and electronics to stay in a cabin on Jeju Island. Yoongi was able to convince the head manager for a mini trip to relax for once, even though no one would believe they’d try to relax without working unknowingly. That’s what they have been taught to do, work hard and never give up. It didn’t matter whether they went to the most luxurious places in the world, they’d always work on their phone or computer because that’s what they love. To create beauty, whether it’s unseen through their unpublished songs or felt through their voices. But there was a type of longing in Yoongi’s eyes, asking for a request to take off. The manager had no idea, why it had to be so soon or if there were a legitimate reason rather than vacation.

“Shouldn’t be that far now” The manager answered, tapping on the steering wheel while humming to his favourite jazz track. With that, Taehyung continued to pout and prepare to stretch his legs when time was right. It didn’t come as a surprise, to see him this excited or bored in a car. Taehyung was always the exploring type of person, to take pictures with his brand-new camera that he loved to play with, even at home. He always found a way to entertain himself whether it was through the lens of a camera, or with the help of his friends. But time passes the best, when he is surrounded by familiar faces and scenery. The way the foggy grass glistered like glitter at the sunlight rising from the hills, while the birds crossed the blue sky revealing itself between the clouds. With that, it was like only a few seconds has gone by before the manager claimed they have arrived to their destination. A modern grounded house, hidden in a delicate forest and a small pond with Koi fish outside the veranda. The house was rented from a middle-aged man, who loved to use the place as his escape house. The stranger explained that it was the only place he felt safe and comfortable, as the manager searched for a hideout to rent for the boys. It wasn’t far from the grocery shops and nearby tourist attractions, which the boys appreciated. Even though the trip was strictly non-work related, they would never stop making anything to a game when it came to take decisions. Picking a room was a fail of a mafia game, but eventually they ended up finding a partner to sleep with. One room with 3 beds and the other two with 2 beds, to settle down. Settling down in the segment of a non-camera environment, they had time to take out all of their stuff to change a bedroom to a mini studio. The essentials were a mixer and a laptop, anything else were merely in the hand of a phone. Namjoon and Taehyung were the first to step outside, taking a photo of the colourful vibrant fish. Even though the pond was filled, they couldn’t take their eyes off the one single white glittery fish swimming between the others. A shiver ran down Taehyung’s spine, before they could exchange eyes, it was like their minds were mutual. Not a single word, but a comforting hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, letting him know that he wasn’t alone, thinking about you. Everything reminded them of you, and the way it all became monochrome in seconds. They missed you.

“Hey, check this out” Jin yelled from the inside, intriguing the curiosity of the others. The boys surrounding a deck of golden playing cards, they knew what was about to happen.

“Care to join a little poker?” The eldest requested, wiggling his brows while the others were contemplating whether to join or not. It’s not that they were professionals, but neither were they amateurs, they knew how to fake something when needed to.

“Get ready to get your ass beat” The youngest provoked, smirking his devil smile while finding the snacks in his bag. It fired something inside Jin’s heart, to beat this little shit from being so smart. But that just meant, that Jungkook had already won the first game. The other boys followed suit, to sit in a circle around the woodened dining table. The fireplace heating up the room, while each of them looked curiously on their cards at hand. After an hour, none of them had lost all of their cash yet. Though, the sweat drops had begun to appear when the alcohol served by the manager, had taken into their vessels.

“You’re bluffing” Hoseok claimed, displaying his eyes three times bigger than natural while ‘calling’ to Namjoon’s ‘raise’. The other 94’er couldn’t help but smirk at his remark, while shrugging his shoulders as playful as he could. “I never bluff” he replied, folding his hands neatly.

“You always bluff” Jimin interacted, while betting. His intense dark brown eyes pricking holes into the golden cards, while the other contemplated to fold or risk their money with a bad bet.

“Since when was the last time I bluffed?” Namjoon questioned, raising a brow for intimidation.

“Like a minute ago, you fool” Yoongi interrupted, watching the stake rise higher, enjoying the fact he was just the dealer in this game. With the acting of being offended by the remarks, Namjoon couldn’t help but feel defeated about the doubt that his members had around him.

“It’s not necessarily a bad thing to be bad at bluffing, it happens that some people just suck at it” Jungkook added, while folding and continue to watch the others lose their bets. His fingers tapping on the glass of beer, thinking about the times they all bluffed. The time, they bluffed the whole world.

“I know what you’re thinking and you seriously got to stop doing that to yourself” Taehyung commented, munching on his bear shaped chips. His lips covered in crumbs and glasses sliding down on the bridge of his red hinted nose, while the brows showed determination. Jungkook quickly nodded, looking down in his light golden-brown shaded liquid to pout before taking a bitter sweet sip.

“We miss her too, Jungkook” Jin commented in a low tone, letting his eyes fall on the youngest. In reality, it was just a few days to escape. But maybe, it was just an excuse to try to erase what can’t be changed.

“For how long, do you guys think we can stay like this” Jungkook questioned doubly at himself, closing his eyes to take a deep breath. It was a question, they were all familiar with. It’s not that the life with supportive fans were a drag, because they loved them dearly. They loved doing something, that people would enjoy. But they always stumbled upon the mirror in front, without the mask they had created for the fans, most likely, for themselves. They were all afraid, to lose themselves in the mask and never find it again. The pain that gave them the biggest discomfort, holding deeply in their hearts and nothing could take that away.

“As long as we possibly can” Hoseok answered, scanning the five cards on the table that would eventually tell who is the real liar.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right” Jungkook muttered, knowing well that they wouldn’t be able to do it forever. Because at one point, they will all go mad, if nothing were to fix it. The mask would break, of the cracks that came along the way of being overused.

“NO WAY YOU DIDN’T” Hoseok screamed, pointing his fingers on the players cards being displayed. Realising, no one had the best cards and the High card won. They were all bluffing and by luck, Namjoon won. Retrieving the full fake cash on table, it was a mutual decision to end the game before blood were involved.

“I’m hungry too, should we go to the grocery store?” Jimin questioned, watching the sun fall down behind the trees. His eyes feeling tired, or it was the alcohol to blame. Regardless, he needed something to fill his empty stomach.

“We should” Hoseok and Namjoon stood up from the warm chairs to add in for the encouragement of daily shopping. The other following slightly along with slow motions, unaware that there was still one left at the dining table. Their eyes following the bare feet of a snow white, sitting with half closed eyes while pouting lightly.

“I’m going to take a nap and will help with dinner later” He claimed, getting up to reach the goal of his bed. The other shrugging, knowing well that he keeps his promises about helping with dinner.

“You know what, I’m not surprised” Jin spoke lightly with a smile, putting on his coat to then reach for his shoes. The other agreeing while adding to the comment of the levels of tired that Yoongi could go through. It was a beautiful weather to step out, feeling the cold wind stay still and the lamps lighting up on the streets. Their noses turning red and steam coming from their mouths, which Taehyung and Jungkook had a lot of fun with during their shopping trip. On the other hand, Yoongi enjoyed the weather from the inside. The duvet covering his body, while he positioned himself on his side to send a last text from his phone before his tired lids closed in. They were all great at bluffing, but Yoongi were the champion of that, during this trip.

[xyeollypopx]

Night Class

EXO Vampire AU: Part Two: Junmyeon

Masterlist | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

——

Your eyes fluttered open as the sunlight cast its rays on the dishevelled bedroom. You became aware of the soft skin of the person laid flush against your back, their arm draped across your waist, securing you to them.

A blush rose to your cheeks as you remembered the events of the night before, simultaneously causing you to shift, despite having been in the same position several times prior. Your shuffling unintentionally woke up your lover, her grip on you tightening slightly, somehow pulling you even closer to her.

“Good morning, beautiful.” You shifted around to face Amber, the deja vu of all of your last encounters washing over your face as her smile and gruff morning voice stirred something familiar within you.

“Joy’s going to be so pissed that we left her, you know that, right?” Amber rolled her eyes at you, leaning in to press her lips against yours briefly, presumably to shut you up. It definitely worked, although, you really couldn’t complain.

It was always unspoken: your relationship with your best friend. There were so many times that you had questioned why you both did it and why you continued to act as if there was nothing happening behind closed doors. You knew her feelings weren’t real, and neither were yours, but every time one of you left the other alone in bed the morning after, hurt lingered in the sheets. There was also the constant unnecessary guilt that tagged along with your “relationship”. You knew it meant nothing and yet there was always something there. You both cared for each other so much and yet you both played with and used each other as if you were toys. It was just confusing if anything else.

You both sighed as you heard shuffling outside the door, and the sudden realisation dawned on you that you weren’t in either of your apartments, but a strangers house in the middle of nowhere. Not wanting to get up and gather the clothes that were scattered across the floor, you shifted to bury your head in the nook of Amber’s collarbone. She held you for a moment, the both of you cherishing the rare moment of quiet with each other; no sex, no pretending, just you and her.

Alas, it wasn’t meant to continue as loud giggling erupted from the corridor outside of the room, pulling you from your serene embrace. Amber pulled back the covers you were both entangled within, being the first to get up and sifle through the abandoned clothes that lay on the floor. You watched as she stood, the light enhancing her tanned skin and exposing her many tattoos that you loved to trace your fingertips over every so often.

Your eyes followed her figure as she wandered around the room, gathering all of the clothes from the floor. She tossed you your dress and her hoodie for you to wear, leaving her with just her jeans and t-shirt. You sat up, looking around the room for your underwear, but you couldn’t spot it anywhere.

“Behind you, babe” You blushed as you did as she said, finding the said garment hanging from the headboard. You quickly snatched it from her view and began to get dressed yourself.

Once you were both finished, you grabbed your heels from the side of the bed, not bothering to put them on, and walked towards the door to leave.

“Shit.” You stopped as Amber began to open the door. She looked at you curiously as your eyes scanned the room.

“I’ve left my phone. Go ahead, I’ll meet you outside when I find it.” She smiled at you and nodded, kissing your cheek before walking out into the hallway.

You sighed as you turned back to the room, beginning the search for your phone which no doubt had an abundance of notifications from Joy waiting for you on it. You already knew she was mad: she always was and you didn’t understand why. You knew you had left her alone at the party for a hookup but it’s not like you hadn’t done that to you before.

Mid-inner monologue, you were interrupted by a cough, gaining your attention. You popped your head up from behind the bed and looked towards the doorway, causing the person stood there to chuckle at you.

You were about to scold him when he held up a small black object; your phone!

You gasped, immediately standing up to run towards him, almost tripping as you picked up your heels that you had once again thrown on the floor. As you reached for your phone, a thank you on the tip of your tongue, he pulled it away from you, causing you to narrowly avoid falling into him.

“Hey!” It was then that you finally caught a glimpse of the stranger’s face, immediately causing you to tense up and take a step back.

Kim Junmyeon.

One of Minseok’s group.

As far as you knew, despite Minseok being the oldest, Junmyeon was the ‘leader’ of their group. He was always front and centre, and with a face like his, he was hard to miss. He was definately terrifying, but you decided that if you had faced Minseok, you could face Junmyeon just as easily.

“Y/N, right?” You we’re thrown off guard slightly. You hadn’t told Minseok your name, you were sure of it. So how did Junmyeon know.

You decided to ignore it and mask how timid you felt.

“I assume Minseok has mentioned me?” He hummed in response, something unidentifiable glinting in his eyes. It was gone within a second, his lips upturning into that damn smirk they all seemed to wear.

“Mentioned you? He doesn’t shut up about you.” He said with a sort of huff. You knew it couldn’t be true. You’d spoken to him once, other than that weird encounter last night.

You could tell that your face showed your confusion, and Junmyeon’s mirrored yours.

He was confused by you, that’s for sure. You hadn’t been a blushing mess when he spoke to you like every other girl he encountered, or completely speechless when he had mentioned Minseok, you had even dared to be cocky with him. It was this encounter that made him realise that everything Minseok had mentioned about you was true, and he was curious.

“Ah, what do we have here?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Minseok walked out of one of the rooms across the hallway and made his way over to you and Junmyeon. He lent against the doorway, slightly behind his ‘leader’. He nodded in greeting to you, a half smile being thrown your way.

“Sex hair? I like it.” He expected you to gawk at him, rush to fix the accused mess, anything. Yet, you just rolled your eyes.

“Must look nice. Unlike yours.” You smiled, winking at him. And it was Minseok who ended up gawking at you instead, his mind reeling. Junmyeon looked between you both, impressed.

You definately were something.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, my date is waiting for me.” You held your hand out to Junmyeon, waiting for him to return your phone. He gave you what you deemed at an approving look, and placed the phone into your awaiting hand. You bowed your head at both boys and nudged past them, disappearing down the staircase.

Once you were gone, the Junmyeon turned his attention towards Minseok, who had finally recovered from their encounter with you.

“You were right.” Minseok scoffed, looking at the stairs you had jogged down a few seconds prior.

“When am I not right?” Although, they somewhat felt sorry that they were right, because you had just been unknowingly dragged into a world you wouldn’t believe, and like every other innocent soul that had been dragged into this cruel game, you were destined.

Destined to die.

——

It wasn’t until eight in the evening that same day that you finally awoke for the second time. You had barely managed to fit in a few hours of rest due to being kept awake most if the day by Amber, but it was enough, for now.

You had fallen asleep in your clothes, which you had obviously gotten way to warm in during the time you were unconscious, meaning that you were currently drenched in sweat.

Deciding to take a quick shower, you pulled yourself from the comfort of your bed. Not being able to take your clothes of normally, you resorted to slowly peeling off each garment, sighing as the cool air hit your damp skin. The contrast in temperatures was almost euphoric, and you had to resist continuing to stand there in the open air.

Tossing your clothes in the hamper sat outside your bedroom door, you rushed over to the bathroom, desperate to rid yourself of the sticky uncomfortableness that you had acquired in your sleep.

It was a relief; the cool water running down your tense shoulders. You couldn’t remember how long it had been since you last relaxed, your schedule didn’t allow you to. Thankfully, it was nearing spring break, and your course leaders were generous enough in the fact that the majority of the homework that was assigned to be done before - and during - the break was mostly reading and note-taking, which you had already done a lot of anyway.

Despise your opportunity to relax, you couldn’t help but worry. There hadn’t been a single text or call from Joy, and you hadn’t seen her since the party last night. Your attempts at reaching out to her had settled as shaky messages in her voicemail. This was the longest you both had gone without speaking to each other without a reason. It was unusual, although, unusual had become a main charachter in your life as of late.

You shook the worry from your mind and moved to turn off the shower, only to find the handle coated in fresh blood, the deep red liquid dripping down, to be washed away mere seconds later.

You screamed as you jumped back, pulling your hand away from the handle as if had scorched you, leaving fingerprints in its wake. Your step back sent you stumbling into one of the glass walls of the cubicle, your now bloodied hand pressing flat against it, smearing most of it onto the glass. You shut you eyes as you panicked, using the wall as your support to prevent you from falling.

When you opened them again, the blood was gone, as if it were never there. The handle of the shower was completely clean, as was your hand, and the smear of blood on the glass had vanished.

You quickly shut off the water, fumbling with the glass door to escape the shower as quickly as possible, suddenly claustrophobic in the small space. Wrapping a towel around your trembling form, hoping the comfort of it would somehow ease your racing heart, you practically ran from the bathroom, slamming the door behind you.

“What the fuck.” You whispered to yourself as you lowered yourself into your bed, still trembling uncontrollably.

Still with unsteady hands, you dressed yourself in simply a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, grabbing your bag and keys on the way out of the front door.

That was more than unusual.

——

With a lump of anxiety taking residence in your throat, you entered your class three minutes late, no coffee in hand, and an overwhelming feeling of nausea. No one paid you any notice, tardiness being common within this type of class, except for one person of course.

The person sitting in your seat.

You made your way towards the back corner of the back row, throwing your bag down and taking a seat next to your usual one.

“You know, I’m starting to think this is planned.” You murmured, not even bothering to look at him as you spoke, instead turning your bag to pull out a notebook and pen ready for the lecture.

“What is.” He murmured back, knowing full well you could feel his stare on you. It wasn’t as if he was discreet.

“First Minseok, now you. Does your group have a particular habit of showing up in my classes now?” You finally looked at Junmyeon, not hesitating this time when you found him already staring at you.

“My group? No wonder you know us so well.” You rolled your eyes at him as you had with Minseok this morning.

“I pay attention.” You declared, rather stupidly to be quite honest, because he turned around and plastered one of those intolerable smirks on his pretty face.

“Although,” His face faltered, morphing into a somewhat curious look. You could tell he was trying to look more laid back than he was. He was anxious around you, for what reason you couldn’t figure out.

But you figured you could use it to your advantage.

“There’s always something about you all.” He tensed, leaning forward in his seat. Tilting his head slightly he urged to you to carry on.

“It’s probably so obvious but I can’t put my finger on it.” He relaxed slightly, but you had put him on edge, which was good enough for now.

There was no way that two of the most popular group of boys in your entire university had managed to sit next to you in two of your classes in a row by coincidence. You felt like a target, a project of theirs, but judging by Junmyeon’s reaction, there was definitely something that they were all hiding, and with each passing moment you were more and more determined to figure out what it was.

He chuckled at you quietly, and you turned to look at him with confusion.

“You really are everything Minseok said you were.” You didn’t reply, unsure of how to. Junmyeon has mentioned that Minseok talked to him about you, but the contents of those conversations were still a mystery, and you couldn’t figure out if what they had discussed was negative of positive. Whilst you ideally hoped for the latter, the former wouldn’t have been that bad as it might encourage them to stop distracting you from your classes, as Junmyeon was doing right now.

With this in mind, you turned your attention back to the lecture, having missed enough of it to struggle with what was being taught. You cursed yourself for striking up the conversation with your peer, and reminded yourself to study the current chapter tomorrow morning, otherwise you would continue to struggle.

Along with this, you also made note to avoid Minseok’s group - you guessed it was actually Junmyeon’s group, since he was the ‘leader’ and all - as they hadn’t revealed any motive for appearing to you so suddenly, and they were getting slightly annoying.

You remained ignorant towards Junmyeon for the remainder of the lecture, sighing in relief when it finally ended almost an hour later.

Gathering your things, you stood up to leave, being stopped by a hand grabbing your wrist. Following the arm up the the face, you mustered up the best glare you could, too tired and frustrated from the events of the last day to care about anything he could possibly say to you.

Or so you thought.

“Joy’s safe. Trust me.” Your expressions faltered and you sucked in a sharp breath. You didn’t believe him, you didn’t trust him, but you had to, for her sake.

You pulled your wrist from his grip and walked away without saying anything in return.

Where was Joy?

And more importantly, how did Junmyeon know?

[taskforcebug]

*SCREECHES* PLEASE TELL ME MORE ABOUT ROBBIE AND THE CULT. Like oh man why did Robbie start that cult, and personality details, and what the cult is about. Just everything i'm so curious💖💖💖✨✨✨!!! Also if you'd be willing to have other people's ocs be in that cult because I have a kiddo in mind ajxbajbxs

First off, absolutely! Tell me about your kiddo and we’ll see how we can integrate him into the cult! Robbie accepts any and all willing (or unwilling c;) members!

So! As for why Robbie started the cult in the first place, here’s a brief (or not so brief explanation!): (It’s going under a read-more because its SO LONG!)

Robbie grew up over a century before the current status-quo time of my universe. He was raised in a small village hidden by the maybe largest forest any local outsider has ever seen. Nobody dared to enter, and many people even abandoned their unwanted children at the foot of the forest because of the myths surrounding it! It was said the forest ate unwanted children, returning their bodies to the earth and wiping their “sins” from existence, as well as the parents’. So you could assume (rightfully so) that many kinds of people abandoned their children here for whatever reason, whether it be personal or social. On occasion, rumors popped up about “devil-children” being passed over to the forest, the parents fleeing in shame. Whether this was the case or not, Robbie found himself abandoned at the foot of the forest; instead of being eaten by the woodland, he was taken in by a native people and raised in their village of monsters. They’d seen the marks on his skin and recognized them immediately (C;), though as Robbie grew up, nothing was said of his parents. 

As he was growing up, Robbie met two children who were in a similar situation as he. An older girl, Angela, and a boy, slightly younger than Robbie, Oz. Together they were the only children of the group, as the forest dwellers didn’t often take in children like Robbie. It would happen occasionally they’d stumble upon dying or dead human children and offer them a proper burial, but not often was it they found inhuman creatures like the trio. The village had a strict “no-humans” rule. They operated knowing Humans were inherently evil, having been attacked for centuries, but had become pacifists after eons of war. 

It happened that occasionally, the trio would wander past the limits of safety that the elders had set in place. Specifically as they got older and more rebellious. They hid this from the elders many times, so when they were all around the age of 15, they traveled out as usual. 

Now, in the village outside of the forest, rumors of “forest-people” had been going around for years. Unknowing of this, the trio had been in sight many times, and this final time out wasn’t excluded. When they reached the edge of the forest like they often did to wonder about humans, about civilization away from the woodlands, they met a young boy. Younger than them, maybe six or seven. Seeing themselves in this boy who had told them he’d been abandoned, the trio decided to take him back to the heart of the forest where they lived. Unknowingly, they were followed by a group of bounty hunters. Apparently, in the civilization outside of the forest, humans had caught wind of monsters living in the forest, and instantly saw income in the capture and killing of the group. 

The trio led the boy (and hunters) back to their group. The elders of the village were already in a panic. In their native tongue, they were frantically searching for the human that had infiltrated the forest. They could sense him. And others, as well. Before the trio had time to react, the hunters stormed out of the thick woods and into the clearing in the heart of the forest, into their village. It was a slaughter. They killed every one of the elders. Blood was thick in the air. Robbie and the duo panicked as the young boy pulled a knife on them and ordered them back, babbling about the reward for all of this. Angela was the first to go. A large man pulled her back by the neck. Robbie lunged forward but was stabbed in the thigh by the child and fell to his knee. He watched Angela be killed (I wont put details because even though I have them, I’m not sure what everyone’s okay with!). He screamed in pain and reached out for her. He even managed to stand and stumbled forward, but was stabbed in the stomach and fell onto his side in the dirt. He watched Oz be slaughtered next. He was panicking and adrenaline ran through his veins. His heart was pounding in his ears. 

The distinguishing marks on Robbie’s skin began glowing a bright blue as he was approached to be finished off, and for the first time, his alternate form was released. In that monstrous form, he tore each and every murderer apart with his bare hands. Afterward, he laid with Angela in the dirt, slowly transforming back into his usual self. His eyes were void of emotion. He took the necklace Angela always wore and put it around his own neck and took the dice Oz loved as well. He never lets either item go. He promised himself on that day they would serve as a reminder of what happened here, and that he’d get his revenge.

He began travelling from then on, and turned into a nomad of sorts. Along his journey, he discovered his true power: taking the life force of any being he kills, along with their power, if they have such a thing. This way, he concluded, he could prevent aging and, if he found the right person, he could take their power and bring his dead family back. From then on, he began tracking people of interest, keeping a close eye on them, and planning. This all took around ten years — his plans are deeply, deeply rooted. Around the age of 25, Robbie knocked the first domino and set his plans into motion. He gained the first few members of his cult: Mizu, Infinite, Ringmaster, and Xero. There are a LOT of complexities that go into each of their individual stories and how they were integrated into the cult, how Robbie seduced them into it, and the part he played in it all, so I’ll get into that in another post. 

He started the cult on the basis that humanity is evil and that pacifism never worked for anybody (calling out his village); He promises his followers revenge and solace, and essentially caters to their individual wants (Mizu—bring back the dead, get revenge; Xero—power to enable her to prove herself; it’s all circumstantial). 

But his REAL intentions (as there always are some underlying intentions in a cult) are to make these inhumans as powerful as they can be, so that Robbie can take their life and their powers at their full strength in order to become something of a god. He realizes as time goes on that after using he powers he’s gotten along the way, they begin to fade. Quicker and quicker the more he uses them. So there’s often cultists that join and check out early, if you know what I mean. It was a detrimental blow to him, though. At one point, Robbie gained the power to travel back in time, and he tried over and over again to set things right, but no matter what he seemed to do, Angela and Oz, as well as the village, died. Eventually he ran out of power and was stuck back in the present with his cult. 

So currently he’s decided to create an army in search for the most powerful being in existence (which, hint hint, is a character in our universe), in order to surpass whatever boundaries are stopping Angela and Oz from living. 

But BOY, is he tired! 

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Word Count: 4.4k+ Genre: Angst, Future Smut Pairing:  Jungkook x Reader I Jimin x Reader

Part 1/?

summary: It was a game of cat and mouse, of hunter and prey, of stalker and victim. The look in his eyes every time you saw him would just provoke your actions, add fuel to the growing furnace in your stomach. You knew it wouldn’t last long; you were just waiting for it to erupt and be done with. Nothing good would ever come from playing with fire, you knew this. In reality you knew you were just going to get burnt, but for some reason you were begging for it, yearning for the smoke to puff up in your face and leave you like a careless whisper.

It all started two months ago when you had met him in a pitch black party during your break before College, the ever so dreaded interval between you leaving High School and starting your adult life. The sweaty barrage of grinding bodies was new to you- it had sent a rush of adrenaline circulating throughout your body; the mixture of entwined alcohol and nerves was probably what gave you hazy vision, causing all faces to become a mixture of diffuse features and pixelated colour palettes.  The music was so loud that it made your skin tingle and your lungs feel like mush. The bass thumped in time with your heartbeat as though they were one, filling you from head to toe with music.

Unknowingly you had begun grinding on someone, something you would never do unless under the influence; Your body finding the curvature of said person's own, digging into their refined torso. You really weren’t interested in what they looked like- you had no intentions of even facing them; well, not until some asshole basically, literally, knocked you off your feet, causing you to find stable solace in your “grinding partners” thighs. They were rock solid and probably had only gotten thicker since the last time you had seen him ( a week and three days) to be exact, but it wasn’t like you were counting anyway.

Your nails clawed into his thighs, unintentionally (to be completely honest, you were a hot, drunk mess, so maybe it was intentional-a slight possibility) although It wasn’t until you heard a prolonged hiss and slight moan from above you, for you to remember that- said person's torso and said person's thighs, belonged to a face. With slight anguish and slight disbelief your head tilted upwards, only to find said person staring down at you. His pupils were inflated beyond belief, you would’ve mistook his eyes for pure black at first if it wasn't for the constant beams of light reflecting from his iris, showing the smallest hints of a delectable glossy caramel.

Usually you would’ve trembled under these types of circumstances, fear and embarrassment would take over your entire being; but you had never been matched with looks that would even come close to his, giving you a loss for words- his features were unparalleled. You found your breath hitching and all that escaped your mouth was a hasty “fuck” which was considered semi awkward considering your nails were basically still tearing at the flesh concealed beneath his ripped jeans, your eyes still locked with his.

“You want to what?” he responded devilishly, the ever so apparent grin growing wider on his face. You were so dumbfounded by the sudden cockiness,  all that came out of your mouth was “ wait no, I um” and with that, you got to be acquainted with the one and only, Jeon Jungkook. The nights you had spent together had only consisted of endless teasing, and taunts here and there from one another- never really taking it too far, always to a certain extent. Not to mention because of those nights you had basically become a heavyweight champion when it came to handling your booze.

Every night spent with him was like a completely different world, the mirage of clubs and festivals you had attended with him were each unlike the other. Some were packed and had countless bodies confined to one space, others were calmer- based around the sense of letting loose instead of finding a distraction for the night, something you had never really experienced. The nights you were with him, It was like an unspoken agreement; a wordless contract. The denial of hookups was somewhat mutual, although you always left before Jungkook had the possibility to pick up a girl and present her to you.

The rush of adrenaline never left your veins, it remained somewhat rested until you got the chance to see him, then it would impulsively shoot up again. Every night you met, you tried to tease him a little more, rub your hand on his clothed erection and then leave to grind on the nearest dick in sight. The first time you did it to him you couldn’t help but get excited by the look of pure ravish that ignited in his eyes- First you were propped on top of his thighs, lapping your tongue against his jawline, peppering ever so slowly downwards toward his neck, the only thing that really stopped you from going further was the erection pressing into your clothed heat. Since your legs were spread and you were so aroused, the smell of your own arousal hit you in the face, surely Jungkook could smell it too, the same smirk you had become acquainted with made a reappearance on his face.

Sometimes it embarrassed you how easily you could get turned on, it didnt take much for you to get in the mood, although most of the times you became needy you shy’d away, not wanting to get too clingy.

You wanted him, no, you needed him inside of you but It hit you that you knew it would only lead to sex, you really didn’t want to ruin your friendship no matter how much you wanted to fuck him- even if that meant leaving him to go grind on somebody else, but that really only gave the opposite effect.

His eyes ignited with a pure burning flame, sure to eat up anything that stood in his path. You remembered it vividly, like the entire scenario was being played out, take by take. As you basically nestled yourself into your dance partner, if it was even considered dancing, it was borderline dry humping and it didn’t really bother you, you just needed to be distracted from Jungkook- He shot up out of the seat you were both previously perched atop, with his obviously protruding, obviously large erection visible. The entire club was pitch black and no other face mattered to you other than the one that belonged to Jeon Jungkook.

Your eyes connected during the entire event, his never leaving yours and yours never daring to leave his. Even when he was rubbing his dick into some girl as she happily took it, it only made you want him more- and well after that it was just a blur. The only thing you remembered as if it were happening right now was waking up the next morning in your own bed, accompanied by the distinct warmth of another person, the shock took over your body in full as the person was enveloped in your satin white sheets, practically camouflaged. You had hoped, actually no, begged for it to be anyone but Jungkook. “Ohh Ahh” was all that broke your train of thought, the high pitched whines made it evident of the culprit in your bed; Hyeri, of course it had to be her, and by the sounds of it, she was either having a wet dream or those were  just the sounds she made as she slept- either way you weren’t interested in figuring out which one of the two were right.

Playing with Jungkook was always something new to you, it was a release from reality, which at times you most desperately needed, you were almost certain he needed it too. And tonight was no different, you were going to get “totally fucked up!” in the words of miss avant garde herself, Hyeri, and in all honesty it was true, you wanted to live a lot more since there was only one week til’ you were officially a Freshman at College. “Get your ass down here, we’re gonna be late!” ah speak of the devil. Your peer down from the loft, just far enough to spot what miss self proclaimed “baddie” was wearing, and no, she definitely did not disappoint.

You turn around to sneak one last glance at your outfit in the larger than life oval mirror, that Hyeri convinced you that you needed, as if it were a do or die situation. “You look hot as fuck okay, can we go now?” she proclaimed, sure it seemed insincere- but a compliment was a compliment, even it was just to rush you. You passed her a devious grin and gave her a wink, only looking back to see your outfit from all angles.

By the time you had made it out of your apartment and onto the first floor the night struck you with a chill- maybe your outfit choice wasn’t the smartest but you wanted to look good, after all, you were planning on teasing Jungkook, that was probably the reason you weren’t wearing any under garments, at all.

“Is that a shiver I sense?” questioned Hyeri, laughing as she watched goosebumps appear on your frame, only to follow it up by stating “hoes don’t get cold, you’re a fraud.” Your eyes met hers as you introduced her to one of your scornful scowls, a meek “takes one to know one” slipped past your lips and to your amusement Hyeri stepped back and stumbled- over exaggeratingly and sarcastically of course, following up each step with a mixture of cusses and repetition of“ouch that hurt.” The only thing that really topped that was the fact the she had assplanted straight onto the concrete, the thin miniskirt she was wearing probably didn’t help protecting her ass from the cold rugged slabs of pavement that cascaded the path. After what had seemed like endless giggles and tears swelling in your eyes from the pain of laughter, had you actually helped her up and patted the specs of dust off her skirt.

You both took long strides toward Hyeri's car, small banter about boys, none in particular of course- seemed to fill up the entire walk through the carpark, a mission to locate her car. “You know _____ it wouldn’t hurt you to actually bring someone home for once, better yet, crash at theirs so I could get some alone time with my boyfriend if you know what I mean.” The mental image of her and her somewhat decent boyfriend fucking on every piece of furniture you owned wasn’t really what you needed on your agenda nor’ wanted, suddenly the need to run back and disinfect everything crept up your spine.

“I would rather not scrub a stain out of our carpet that I think is toothpaste but is actually cum, thanks.” you reply hastily, a smirk emitting itself on your lips as Hyeri took accountability of that happening, a devilish laugh escaping her parted lips. “but you’re still down to do it? Right?” you roll your eyes at the thought alone, luckily enough for her you had come to the car before more sexual accusations were to be made.

The car ride alone was painfully long, the endless amount of beeps and traffic made you free fall into an endless spiral of sleep and consciousness- the only entertainment for you was the road rage Hyeri faced as she drove, she could make a sailor blush with the words the spilled out of her mouth, you giggled with each and every cuss- pure admiration for her was all that showed in your eyes.

Approaching your destination you hear a buzz ring from your phone, eagerly you shoot your hand down for it, hovering your thumb over the home button, pressing it eagerly to unlock it. The bright light of your phone contrasted with the dark night of the city, although there were endless rows of streetlights and multiple office lights left on from the business corporations that were made for attention, booming over each and every car- it never really had the glow that seemed all too familiar to you, it never felt like it was at its true potential, a city of neon lights and booming streets was sure to make anyone feel unnerved, but that really wasn’t the reality of it at all. Possibly it was because the luminescence of the light didn’t have the same golden tinge you had always been accustomed to love, they were all more of a palish white emission- dull almost, if you were to simplify it.

You stare at the red bubble on the corner of your texts app, tapping it with no hesitation.

Nochu: where are youuuuuuuu [10:05pm]

Nochu: come thruuuuuu [10:05pm]

Nochu: with your crewwwwwww  [10:06pm]

You: traffic is bad be there in a fewwwwww  [10:06pm]

Nochu: that’s my girl  [10:06pm]

his girl? Oh you were going to show him you’re far from that, or at least pretend that you hope you're far from that.

Nochu: what’s my girl wearing?  [10:06pm]

Nochu: underneath or overtop, I don’t mind either way  [10:07pm]

[ Read 10:07pm]

“Fuck” you mumble, just loud enough for Hyeri to catch adrift of what was going on between you, and her favourite nickname for Jungkook, which just so happened to be “lover boy.” “trouble in paradise?” Hyeri snickered, a snort coming out of her nose, only to be followed up with a few more- to your entertainment but also pure disgust.

“Suck it.” you reply with a not so child friendly hand gesture, a smirk plastered over your face and Hyeri somewhat contemplated on your “offer,” of course all you receive in return is a quick “you wish” and just like that you got another buzz on your phone.

Nochu:  aww babygirl not wanting to share? :(  [10:09pm]

Nochu:  its okay, i’ll see soon enough [10:09pm]

The nerve that boy had was really something else, he remained cocky yet still cute and the versatility of this guy you knew nothing about- was quite the shocker, you were then again distracted by another buzz of your phone

Nochu: Hurry up and get here, it’s about to start [10:11pm]

You: what’s about to start?? [10:11pm]

Nochu: wait and see ;) [10:12pm]

You were almost there, it was pretty obvious with the amount of drunk walkers stumbling around, also with the silent echoes of bassy music, sinking its way into your bones. You knew nothing about the club other than the ambiguous name of it, titled “risque,” the name sounded like the kind of place Jungkook aka “loverboy” would choose. The thought of the unknown scared you but also excited you, you were ecstatic to find out what jungkook had install this time, hopefully it wasn’t a male brothel or any brothel for a matter of fact, but honestly with a name like that- the possibilities were endless.

“We’re here.” Hyeri spoke, a hint of exhaustion in her tone, you really didn’t blame her, but you never wasted the opportunity to ridicule her in some way. “We might as well turn around and go back home, you might nap in the club.” you snicker, as you send a wink her way- her usual “I hate you but I love you” face was painted on, as an “ugh” was heard floating toward you from her mouth. “Just get out before I get the urge to actually go home.” You basically leap out of the car, knowing all too well Hyeri never made empty threats.

You: we’re here.   [10:17]

Nochu: see you inside kitten, the games starting.    [10:17]

Nochu: Also I brought a friend, he’s pretty hard to miss too.   [10:18]

A friend? You had only ever met one his friends, someone along the lines of “yoongi.” You don’t remember much since it was quite a brief interaction, his blonde hair was all that engulfed your sight but you only got swept away by his gummy smile. Maybe Jungkook's looks could be paralleled, but only by his friends. If you had met yoongi on his own, you probably, no, you definitely  would’ve fucked him; the attraction was mutual but how could you even forget about Jungkook, his presence always lingered in the back of your mind. Anyway that night yoongi got swept up by a crowd of women, surely he had sex with one of them, maybe even all of them.

Swept away from your thoughts you wait eagerly for hyeri to gather her things and walk beside you to the entrance. She never failed to pack for nights like these, always bringing along a hefty clutch full of all the essentials one might find useful at any stage of the night, and we’re talking any. Pain killers, bobby pins, hair ties, condoms, perfume, water, eye drops, cough drops, lotion- you name it hyeri had it. It was a blessed curse, she provided when most needed but she also had to lug around what could only be described as an extra small hikers backpack that just so happened to be an extremely expensive purse. Ironic.

“Our store had a shortage of supplies, don't think you could have anything to do with that could you?” you ask Hyeri, a small eyebrow wiggle to accompany the somewhat thought out joke, which honestly was quite bad, even from your perspective. She just “tsked’ in response, passing you to head toward the place titled “risque.” It was impossible to miss considering the bright neon script titled writing, the ambient red glow with hints of pink felt endearing, but dangerous- and you loved it. The scent that lingered from the building was enticing in itself, it was sweet yet expensive- it had that vanilla tinge that you had grown fond of in time, creeping its way through your nose and intoxicating you, teasing you as you make your way toward the ambiguous club.

Standing at the entrance there are two doors, which you find strange. One of the bouncers wearing a creamy off white suit, the other wearing a black matte suit accompanied with a red tie. The white suit bouncer holds nothing more than a stack of feathers in his hands whilst the other, a stack of blindfolds, red silk. You stand there and glance at Hyeri as she stares back in confusion toward you. “Is this the right place?” she asks you, genuinely confused as to the mysterious appearance of the two gentlemen-guards who looked eerily similar. Twins? Possibly, although it was creepy it was a smart tactic, business wise. “What other place would have such a pretentious name and have the exact address Jeongguk sent us. Coincidence, I think not.” A hasty reply of sorts, which left you feeling somewhat smart, until Hyeri responded with “woah okay little miss detective bitch, you lead the way then.”

You both make your way closer to the entrance, the sound of heels clicking against the stone cold pavement littered the bass ridden streets. Directly in front of the bouncers you both stood, you wanted to speak but didn’t know how to properly address the mysterious looking men- were you to be casual or formal? Both weren’t deemed appropriate in the mini scenarios that you relayed in your head, multiple times for any other possible endings and they were all quite disastrous to you, one of which they ended up letting you in only to kick you out for the laughs.

“Giver or taker?” the man in white asked, his voice silky and smooth. The words distracted you from your obsessively weird thought process, leaving your mouth agape “it’s starting in roughly thirty seconds, you may want to decide quickly.” addressed the man in black, he slowly straightened his back and puffed out his chest, like a rival for dominance against the man in the white suit. With no prior warning Hyeri walked straight toward the man dressed in black, “I suppose you’re the taker option.” Hyeri mused, the man dressed in black smirked and shrugged it off. “Doesn’t take the brightest to figure that one out.” The man replied, it amused you that there might possibly, finally be a person who had the mouth to match Hyeri's shit talking, She only sighed in response, obviously angered by said man's statement. She walked past him as he offered her a blindfold, snatching it off him and storming through. You found Hyeri's temperament somewhat comedic as she yelled for you to follow, and as much as you wanted to argue, she was kind of scaring you right now.

You hurry through the door grasping the blindfold as you thank the man in black, almost panting whilst chasing after Hyeri, her anger fueled walk, almost that of a light jog; the heels you had made the decision of wearing weren’t exactly the best sports shoes either, the clacks and repeated curses you threw at hyeri only made her walk faster in an attempt to annoy you. Scampering through the hallway it was pitch black, the only lights lit were a blood red, it made you slightly uncomfortable as you rubbed your hands together for some sort of relief- a habit of yours for a while.

As you made your way further down the hallways deep bassy music could be heard, yet it sounded still on the inside. You and Hyeri came face on with two large black velvet doors, you wouldn’t be surprised if you flung it open and it was really a strip club, although you had no objections to that either. “On the count of three.” you say to Hyeri as she nods eagerly. “1” you each place a hand on each door knob, it was chilly to the touch, a bit abnormally cold which made you nervous. “2” you count again, this time twisting in order to be able to push open the door with ease. “3” you exclaim a bit too immediately, you both gently pushed the doors opened, only to see two separate crowds separated by a long white line, stretching from one side of the room to another, the people on the same side of you all holding blindfolds, the people opposite to you all holding feathers.

All eyes of the opposite side lock on you and Hyeri, an endless ocean of faces crash down on you relentlessly. A mixture of brown irises, some darker and some lighter than the others meet your own, you sort through them, none really gaining much attention from you, other than the pair that you met, that instantly darted away the second you laid your eyes on his. You couldn’t help but sink into him as if he were satin sheets- although he seemed to be shy, he had that thing about him that made him seem so innocent. The way his cheeks turned a pale shade of pink as soon as you looked at him made your heart skip multiple beats. The way his nose crinkled as he found refuge in looking into nothingness, the way he bit down on his unbelievably plump bottom lip then released only to continue to sweep his tongue against the bottom of his equally plump top lip.

You, too caught up in how a small gust of wind made its way through an open window, blowing the unexpecting cute strangers hair, baffling him into an abyss of confusion and distress as the ends of his hair brush against the bridge of his nose- causing a state of oblivion of you to everyone else's presence in the room, but the stranger wasn't done yet. Your mouth turned agape, a small whimper probably escaping from the shallowness of your parted lips as he swept his hand through his locks, messy but still perfectly structured. The view of his veiny forearm and the biceps that peeked through the sleeves of his tucked in black shirt made you question his innocence, possibly a facade due to the fact that he seemed so surreal.

“______!” you look up suddenly, surprised by the fact that you hadn’t seen such a dominant figure leering over you. You couldn’t help but notice that he seemed so much bigger than last time you had seen him, although he wasn’t much taller than you, you felt so insignificant.

“Jeongguk? Wh- what's happening?” you questioned, searching his eyes for an answer, but he seemed too amused at your lack of knowledge to gift you with a proper answer, Instead gripping your wrist, proceeding to guide Hyeri and yourself through the crowd of “takers.” You peer back at Hyeri, she seemed nervous; something that rarely ever occurred, it made you feel conflicted seeing her so vulnerable so you smile warmly at her wishing some of your hopefulness would rub off on her, you knew it did once she was giving you the finger and winking at you, a small smirk quirked wryly upon her lips.

You stare at the back of his head as he leads you through the endless amounts of bodies, it seemed as if everyone's eyes were somehow resting on your every move- not a helpful feeling in such a profoundly new place.

He finally leads you to the back of the “takers” crowd and you stand there in silence, nobody seems to move. It's as if no one is there. Your eyes glance across the room over to the givers side, you search for those dark distressed locks and find him looking down at the floor, mouthing numbers.

“Five.” he mouths as he moves his hand to scratch at the nape of his neck

“Four.” he utters, glancing around the room

“Three.” he follows up

“Two.” he looks in your direction, smiling at you as he holds up his feather.

“One.” he says.

The room goes dark and your heart skips a beat.

You feel the rush of bodies brush against you, the panic over washes your entire being, what was happening?

 It wasn’t until you felt the smooth brush of something trail along your neck that you had an idea of what was going on.

a/n- I needed something to take my mind off Jonghyuns passing so I decided to finish a few stories, i’m still torn but writing has helped me cope a lot