#the three of them wake up and it’s Not Korea Anymore

[alohawhore]

I just wanna write my MASH fantasy fanfic set to “soldier, poet, king” where Margaret is the soldier, Hawkeye is the poet, and Trapper is the king but I am forced to be at work. Alas.

[sprenthecreator]

IMPURITIES EP. 3 | The Poison

Male reader x Kazuha

word count: 11.8k

tags: teasing (a lot), brat zuha with daddy kink is always the best zuha

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Thank goodness the tour was over, and you hadn't died in the process.

To your surprise, all the girls behaved like civilized and responsible people during the remaining weeks. Even Kazuha, who sometimes took it upon herself to give you headaches, had stayed out of the way and hadn't caused any problems with her typical bratish behavior. Eunchae was almost never a thorn in your side; she was an angel 90% of the time. But you were still grateful that she hadn't let the other 10% win.

On the other hand, Chaewon had paid you occasional visits at night to sleep with you, without causing a fuss or being too annoying. Yunjin was very much in her element; she had spent all those days training her vocal skills and composing songs in her room. The one who was arguably giving you the hardest time was, ironically, the oldest of the five. Sakura wasn't lying when she said you'd won over a hungry Yokai, as she made you come to her room at least every other day so you could fuck her in every possible hole. Sometimes you weren't very willing, whether due to mental exhaustion or stress, but you preferred that to letting her become unbearable.

When you returned to Korea, the air was relieved knowing that everyone would be able to get a break. The next comeback cycle was approaching, but you would have two and a half weeks of vacation before then. Neither you nor the girls had travel plans during that time, so you were going to continue living together in the house for a while.

Because yes, you lived together in one house.

During the first year, it wasn't like that. They lived in their usual dorm, and you lived in your apartment ten minutes away. But starting at a certain point in 2023, when Antifragile had already been a global success, the company decided to invest in a big house on the outskirts of the city for the six of you to live there. The explanation had been that this would streamline the work process and cut logistics costs. Although you felt there were loopholes in that excuse.

The girls weren't entirely happy at first, and to be honest, neither were you. Just like you, they valued the privacy of a shared dormitory all to themselves, and by now living with you, they thought they'd be watched at all times. But luckily for them, you weren't a snitch or a weirdo. The solution you implemented was simple: the first floor for you, and the second for them. On your floor, you'd have everything you needed, and if you needed to go upstairs, you'd do so with full notice. That ended up convincing them.

A year later, complaints about daily living were few and far between. They argued more often with each other than they did with you. That wasn't your problem anymore, so you didn't interfere; you simply listened to the shouting from the comfort of your floor. Occasionally, you had to intervene from the stairs to get them to shut up, but generally speaking, you were comfortable living together.

Now, having to cook for five people was a real pain, but you were lucky that Yunjin loved cooking, and she often helped you when she wasn't busy with her own things. Waking them up was also a pain sometimes, since you couldn't get into their rooms using the traditional method. No, you had to blow up Chaewon's phone with calls, and often the idiot left it on vibrate, in which case you had to turn to Sakura to do the job.

But despite the problems, you could safely say that the best time of your life had begun thanks to that, and it had been the sowing of a harvest of memories of all kinds that you treasured in your heart. There was no way you would regret it. Not for a single second.

Even less so recently, when your relationship with three of the girls had taken on a completely new dimension that promised interesting things.

None of them had commented on it, but you knew what they were thinking. The tension was palpable. It was only a matter of time before you received something. Whether it was a visit to your room, a photo, a message, a glance. Anything. And you weren't crazy to think that: days ago, when you were still in the US, Chaewon had let you know that you would receive clues. That you shouldn't expect them to come directly and ask you explicitly and that you should also do your part. You didn't entirely know how you would do that, but in time your mind would open up.

That was another thing. You still weren't entirely sure how to feel about being... whatever you were to them now. It felt wrong. You certainly weren't a prude, and you were crazy about women—especially those women. But it didn't quite feel right. Maybe it was just a matter of time before you got used to it, and you honestly hoped so, because if you dared to waste this opportunity life had handed you on a silver platter, you'd never forgive yourself.

Still, it was a situation that had to be handled with caution, because it was extremely easy for it to spiral out of control. Whether it was due to unrespected boundaries or worse: unintentionally generated feelings. You were very careful about that, of course. But you couldn't control how any of the girls felt, and that made you anxious.

Chaewon was the one you were most careful with, because to be honest, you felt a lot of chemistry with her. A little too much, maybe. And consequently, your treatment of her was... slightly different. Not too different to avoid raising suspicions, but you cut short every little intimate moment you two had after fucking with the classic excuse that you had work to do.

Although if you thought about it, you'd already let her sleep with you more than once during the tour, and a couple of times you weren't even intimate...

You were going to play dumb, yeah.

Yunjin had been the first to desecrate—as far as you knew—the roof you lived under, just a day after you'd settled back there after arriving in Korea. It happened at night, when, after she'd showered and while the other girls were sleeping, she caught you watching Breaking Bad at two in the morning in the living room, wrapped in only a stupidly short towel that barely covered anything.

Aside from that, neither Chaewon nor Sakura made a move. But not for any specific reason; most likely they just didn't feel like it. They continued to behave normally.

But Kazuha was acting strange.

Spending so much time with her over the past year helped you notice the unusual patterns of behavior. Something didn't add up. Mostly, it was small details that led you to think that. Ways of greeting you in the morning, discreet glances for no apparent reason, sudden mood swings when you interacted with her, and even leaving out of nowhere while you were all chatting together. As if being around you made her nervous.

She knew something, you were sure.

They were girls, and they spent a lot of time together, so surely one of the three had told her about their experiences with you. Everything pointed to Sakura, since she was the one she spent the most time with during those days. That was dangerous. If Chaewon or Yunjin had told her, you knew they would have been subtle about it, not sharing too much information or details. But Kura was a different breed. That girl didn't mince words, and you feared she'd have given Kazuha a wealth of details about what you and her were up to. That included how you fucked, where, when, and you were sure she'd even given her details about how big your...

Yeah, bad business. Not only because she knew, which was already a problem. But because you feared retaliation.

Kazuha might have seemed like a chill, carefree girl, with a typical joking attitude. But behind that innocent mask, you knew she was hiding a malevolent being with a meticulous way of acting. She was just the kind of woman who could tell you the best joke in the world and two hours later sell you out to some drug cartel in exchange for an Overwatch skin. A somewhat exaggerated analogy, but one that fit perfectly with her deceitful nature.

Time soon proved you right.

That day you woke up early in the morning, as usual. Sunlight was beginning to bathe the interior patio, forcing you to open your eyes since it was right in front of you behind the glass wall. After rubbing your eyes and gathering your willpower, you got up from the sofa bed you were sleeping on and walked, with the cold wooden floor beneath your feet, to the bathroom to brush your face and brush your teeth.

After finishing your basic personal hygiene routine, you left the bathroom and turned up the air conditioning since you were freezing. Then you walked to the other side of the house. In the kitchen, you went to the far right of the counter behind the island and turned on the espresso machine to let it warm up. While waiting, you sat in a chair at the dining table to quickly check your email and social media once you were sure you didn't have anything important to do.

That time of day was your favorite. Peaceful. Silent. With nothing but the distant sound of birds perching in the nearby trees. In your profession, those moments were to be cherished for how rare they were, and you let absolutely nothing disturb you during them. Not while any of the brats...

Movement to your left, just at the bottom of the stairs.

"Good morning, manager-nim," Zuha said, passing behind you to go to the refrigerator. You followed her with your eyes, your brow furrowed in confusion but also in disbelief. She was wearing only a white T-shirt that barely covered her bottom, and she was barefoot.

"What the hell are you doing up at this hour, Nakamura?" was the first thing that escaped your mouth. "Especially you."

"What time is it?" Zuha asked, her hand on the refrigerator handle. You weren't surprised at how beautiful she still looked without makeup and just waking up.

"7 in the morning."

"Oh, my biological clock must have gotten messed up," she shrugged and opened the refrigerator door, disappearing behind it. Seconds later, she closed it, a small carton of strawberry milk in her other hand. "You don't mind a little morning company, do you?"

Your gaze fell as Kazuha leaned against the refrigerator and put one leg in front of the other, pressing her thighs together and barely revealing her crotch. You quickly looked away.

"I don't care," you admitted, shaking your head. You looked back down at your phone, but a few seconds later, you looked back at her. "Are you just going to stand there or what?"

"Does it bother you?"

You inhaled a deep breath and let it out with your eyes closed.

"No, Kazuha, it doesn't bother me."

"Great."

The ten minutes you usually let the espresso machine heat up had already passed, so you stood up and went to check if it was ready. Once you confirmed it, the next step was to grind the coffee beans, but you kept them in a cupboard right above the refrigerator. You made a move to get it, but Kazuha was in the way.

"Oh, do you need anything?" Zuha asked, sipping the strawberry milk carton through the straw.

"Yes, the coffee beans," you pointed. "Please move aside."

"I'll get it for you! Hold this for a second."

Zuha held the small carton against your chest for you to take and looked up at the cupboard, then stood on her tiptoes, raising her arms, and, consequently, pushing her shirt up enough so you could clearly see her ass and cheeky black panties.

"These here?" Zuha asked, taking the bag. She didn't seem to notice you were staring at her beautiful rear end, and if she did, she didn't care in the least.

"Uh... yeah."

Zuha took them and stood back on her heels. She then took the milk carton from you and handed you the coffee beans. Her expression indicated that she was completely pretending that what happened a second ago hadn't happened. The air inside the house was cold, it was impossible for her not to have noticed.

It was foul play, and at your distinct disadvantage, since you couldn't do the same.

"Thanks," you simply said, and tried to focus on your damn espresso, which was all you'd wanted since you woke up.

As you ground approximately 15 grams of coffee, Zuha disappeared from your peripheral vision. You heard her take steps behind you, and all you heard were her sipping on the straw. It was the typical moment when a lion played dumb seconds before snapping its jaws at its prey.

After grinding the coffee, you picked up the portafilter, washed it, and dried it thoroughly with a dry cloth before adding the ground coffee. Then you picked up the tamper and applied gentle pressure to level the coffee inside the filter. Finally, you prepared to slide the portafilter into the machine.

"Manager-nim, why is Chaewonie sleeping with you lately?" Zuha asked from behind you.

The question caught you off guard, and since your brain wasn't prepared to handle both tasks at the same time, you dropped the portafilter, creating a mess of ground coffee on the counter and the floor beneath your feet.

"Fucking shit!" you cursed, slamming the counter so hard that the side of your fist ached.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry!" Zuha said. Her shock didn't seem to be faked.

"It’s okay, it wasn't your fault."

Yes, it was. But you weren't going to tell her that.

With your teeth clenched in anger, you went to the left, toward the small utility room where you kept the cleaning supplies.

"Let me help you!" Zuha said, hopping off the counter she was sitting on just as you turned the doorknob.

Zuha reached you, and with her back to you, squeezed into the narrow space between you and the door. As she did so, she deliberately pushed her hips back and rubbed her ass against your bulge to enter the room. You froze, staring into space as she grabbed a dustpan and broom.

"Zuha, you don't need to..."

"Bullshit!" Zuha interrupted you, repeating the same process, only this time she stood still for a moment while her ass pressed against your bulge. She looked at you over her shoulder. "Let me help you, grump!"

Zuha stepped away and went to sweep up the coffee grounds you'd dropped, leaving you in a state of horniness that you suppressed as much as possible. But she played another damn trick. For some reason, she found it necessary to bend over to pick up who knows what damn thing from the floor, consequently giving you a glimpse of her panties, specifically, her slit from behind. She stayed in that position for a few seconds, making sure you saw as much of her cameltoe as possible before standing up.

"Nakamura, what the fuck are you doing?" you asked, feeling your cock harden beneath your boxers. You hid it with your left fist, gripping your forearm with your other hand.

"Huh?" Zuha turned to you, wiping the counter with a kitchen towel. "Helping you. Can't you see or what?"

"That's not what I meant."

"Then I have no idea what you're talking about, manager-nim," Zuha shook her head, shrugging.

Damn brat. Why the hell was she doing that? It was now certain that she knew everything. But why tease you like that? Was she resentful in some way? Or did she just like to play with her prey like cats do? It could very well have been a mix of both, which made it twice as terrifying since you didn't know how far she was going to take it before actually dropping the bombshell.

A damn mouse being stalked by a snake. Great.

"Forget it," you sighed, and went to help her with the mess you'd made because of her.

About five minutes later, the floor and counter were as clean as ever. Kazuha carried the broom and dustpan back to the utility room and came back with you as you repeated the same process with the coffee beans, her lower back resting on the edge of the counter to your left. Her gaze was attentive to everything you did, like a curious cat.

"Are you going to learn how to make espresso for the girls or what?" you asked as you started the extraction.

"No, it's just fun to watch," Zuha replied. "It's... relaxing."

"Sure," you nodded, looking up at her as you dusted off your hands. "Are you going to tell me the real reason you got up at this hour, or will you keep me guessing all day?"

"I already told you: my biological clock must have been messed up. I don't know."

You chuckled.

"If I hadn't known you for three years, maybe I'd believe you, Nakamura."

"Are you calling me a liar?" Kazuha raised her eyebrows.

"Yes."

"That's very rude of you, manager-nim," she crossed her arms and pouted. "But I think you're being a bit hypocritical."

"Oh yeah? And why?"

"Remember when I asked you in Chicago why Chaewonie hadn't woken up in her bed, and you told me it was because she had plans with Kura that night?" Zuha pushed back from the counter and faced you, staring into your eyes. "Guess what? Kura-chan said Chaewonie never went to her room that night. Who lied to me?"

Shit. She'd put you between a rock and a hard place. Kura was a damn snitch.

"She must have been playing a trick on you or something," you replied. "I'm pretty sure I saw them together that night."

"Hypocrite," Zuha snapped.

"I'm not lying to you, Nakamura."

"You are," Zuha took a step forward without taking her eyes off you, entering your personal bubble. "And the more you do it, the deeper you dig your own grave."

"Kazuha, I swear I don't know what you're talking about. She was..."

"You're fucking her too, manager-nim?" Zuha blurted out, leaving you hanging. "I know you did it with Sakura. She told me everything. So..." she closed the distance between your bodies, pressing hers against your side and her thigh against your crotch. Her shirt lifted again, and you caught a glimpse of her left buttock. "Are you going to tell me the truth, or are you going to make this more complicated for yourself?"

It took a tremendous amount of willpower not to touch her, as her toned body felt way too good against yours. Her hot breath against your neck didn't help either.

"So what if I did?" you asked, trying your best not to look at her as Kazuha rubbed her thigh between your legs. "Are you going to tell PD Nim everything or something?"

"No way. I'm not a snitch," Zuha retorted. "Come on, stop being a damn liar and speak."

As much as you wanted to, her damn thigh was being a severe distraction, keeping your thoughts from organizing. Kazuha knew it, and that's why, apart from her thigh, she reached down to grab your already hard cock and gently squeezed it to short-circuit you.

"Did the cat eat her tongue, manager-nim?" Zuha murmured near your ear, tightening her fingers around the outline of your cock through your sweatpants.

"Shit," you gasped, closing your eyes as you pressed your lips together. "Nakamura, stop playing..."

"I'm not playing," Zuha retorted, reaching inside your sweatpants and boxers for your cock. "You wish I was playing."

How easy it would be to lose your temper, grab her by the waist, and fuck her from behind against one of those countertops. For God's sake, you were going to go crazy.

"Yes, Nakamura, I fucked Chaewon," you managed to say, but very quietly as Kazuha massaged your cock beneath her fingers.

"Excuse me?" Zuha brought her ear to your mouth, then pulled your cock out of your sweatpants and masturbated you with her five fingers at a pace that felt too good. "I don't think I heard you quite right."

You brought your hands to your head and let it fall back, feeling all your sanity drain from your body. The situation reminded you of when Chaewon and Yunjin forced information out of you at the hotel pool in New York. Same damn helplessness.

"You're a damn..." you trailed off as she moved her wrist faster.

"What did you say?" Zuha tilted her head, and before continuing her handjob, she spat a decent amount of saliva into her hand.

"F-for God's sake! Fine! I fucked Chaewon!" you finally managed to spit out loud and clear enough for her to hear.

Kazuha then stopped abruptly. Something inside you told you that you should have expected that given how everything had played out, but you still groaned in frustration. She quickly took a couple of steps back, knowing that in the midst of desperation you could try something.

"Good to know, then," was all she said, her lips curled into a damned smirk at having gotten her way. "I think I'll go back to bed, manager-nim. Sleep hit me again."

"You fucking..."

"I'll see you later!" Kazuha said, and upon reaching the other side of the kitchen island, she turned her back to you and took off her shirt, revealing her magnificent, perfect ass and completely bare back as she walked toward the stairs, her T-shirt crumpled in a line that covered her small tits.

When Zuha came back up, she left you there alone, cock out and horny as hell. You had no choice but to finish the job she'd started, using the saliva she'd left on your shaft to do it.

And well, it was the best jerk-off of your life. Why deny it?

After cumming and cleaning up the embarrassing mess you'd made, you finally settled down to drink your damn espresso, with the damned uncertainty of not knowing what the hell Kazuha wanted from you. She'd already gotten what she wanted, and you suspected it was nothing more than a green light to act without any qualms. A position that only harmed you, of course.

For the next two days, you and her didn't talk much, but that was exactly what she wanted, since she knew your attention was going to be on her anyway. Kazuha wandered around the house, usually without pants or wearing clothes that were too tight and without a bra. Like any intelligent person, you tried not to pay too much attention to her, but she had her ways of making sure you always saw her, like walking right past you while you were using your laptop or bending over in ways that forced you to lift your head.

It was a damn torment you weren't sure how long you could endure, and that Kazuha could prolong as long as she wanted until you were begging for pussy. Maybe that was what she wanted after all: for you to lose all dignity and get on your knees before her and act like a pathetic, desperate dog. You were better than that, luckily.

That day was Friday night. Chaewon, Kura, and Eunchae had recently gone out to dinner, and it was just Yunjin, who was locked in her room, you, and Kazuha, whom you hadn't heard from all day. In Chaewon's words, she was spending the whole day to herself, and they had decided to leave her alone and not bother her.

Which meant you were certain no one was going to bother you. By the time you lay down on your sofa bed, you'd already eaten dinner and taken a shower, and were snuggled up under your blanket, reading a book with ambient noise in your AirPods to help you focus.

A while passed, and you were completely immersed in your reading, already feeling relaxed and ready to sleep in a couple of hours.

Until you felt a couple of taps on your right shoulder that nearly made your heart leap out of your body. The shock was such that your book fell into your lap.

"...Sorry!" was what you managed to hear. Taking out your AirPods, you looked over your shoulder to find Kazuha standing behind you, dressed in a tight black tracksuit consisting of tiny shorts and a sports bra under which she was wearing nothing. She was all sweaty, her hair tied in a high bun. It was probably the hottest thing she had ever looked.

"This better be important, Nakamura," you gasped, feeling like your heart was going to jump out of your chest from how fast it was beating.

"Did I scare you that much?"

You didn't even respond, just stared at her, lips set in a line and eyes expressionless.

"Okay, okay, sorry. Well, I came to ask for your help with something."

Kazuha was breathing a little ragged; she'd probably just finished training a little while ago.

"I was going to sleep in a bit."

"It'll be quick! I promise!" She clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture. "I just need you to help me with my stretches."

You let out a deep breath. This wasn't going to end well for you, you were sure of it. It was the perfect excuse for her to tease you even more. The option of refusing was growing stronger inside you, but fuck... what a damn sexy body. Tight in every corner and glistening with sweat. It wasn't fair at all.

"Okay, Nakamura," you nodded with a sigh, swishing your feet off the couch to slide them into your Crocs. "But hurry up. I'm already sleepy."

"Hai!" Zuha nodded, and ran to find a yoga mat she'd left nearby to spread it out in the space between the carpet and the glass wall that led to the inner patio. "Just stand behind me, okay?"

"Behind... you?" You wrinkled your brow, taking hesitant steps to stand on the mat with her.

Kazuha was the one who turned around so her back was to you. Your gaze inevitably dropped to her ass, and then quickly back to her when she looked over her shoulder at you.

"Hey, focus," Zuha chided you.

You raised your hands and shrugged.

Zuha looked straight ahead again, and took a couple of small steps back to be as close to you as possible, her ass rubbing against your crotch. Then, she opened her feet to the sides and bent fully forward to plant her hands against the mat, stretching her back. But it also gave you a prime view of that beautiful ass you were tempted to grab.

"Put your hand on the center of my back and push down, manager-nim," Zuha said. "I hope you don't mind the sweat."

You didn't mind in the slightest. Not when it came to her. To be completely honest, you could perfectly well lick every drop without objection.

Carefully, you placed the palm of your hand above Kazuha's lower waist and pressed down. Kazuha let out a low, almost inaudible moan and proceeded to stretch out on both sides, touching her toes with her fingers. A couple of seconds later, she straightened and turned around. You were so close that her body heat spread to you.

"Hold still," Kazuha said, taking a couple of steps back before bending forward again, this time keeping her back in a straight line before holding onto your waist. Her face was dangerously close to your bulge. "Do the same to my back."

You weren't sure it was necessary; she seemed to be doing all the work herself. But you didn't hesitate, placing your hand in the same position as a moment ago to apply gentle pressure. Kazuha groaned again, and you were petrified when she craned her neck slightly and pressed the tip of her nose against your bulge.

"Nakamura..." you said under your breath, but she didn't seem to hear you.

Kazuha craned her neck a little further and pressed her mouth against it before standing up again, an amused look on her face.

"Are you finished?" you asked with a glimmer of hope, feeling yourself starting to get hard.

"Almost there," Zuha replied, turning her back to you again to kneel on the mat. "Come on, behind me. Above my heels."

You sighed and obeyed, kneeling with her heels below your crotch, which was essentially rubbing against her ass. Kazuha must have sensed how hard you were, because you managed to catch a hint of a smile on her face.

"You'll do the same to my back," Zuha said, before bending her upper torso down, arms stretched out in front of her, head between them. Her ass looked delicious again under your eyes, round and firm as it was raised. Besides, the tiny shorts made part of her asscheeks peek out. If only you could pull those damn shorts down and...

With your eyes closed so as not to lose control, you placed your hand where Kazuha indicated. But this time, just to treat yourself, you pushed your hips forward a little and pressed your hard bulge fully against her ass. Kazuha moaned under her breath as she discreetly pressed her ass against you as well. She wasn't even stretching properly anymore; she only cared about whatever you were doing at the moment.

"Wah," she sighed, finally sitting back on her heels a few seconds later. "That feels so good."

"Are we done?" you asked, looking away with your hands in your lap. You had no idea why you were covering your boner if you'd already made her feel it on purpose, but you did it anyway.

"No, but all that's missing are my legs," Zuha replied. "And that's the most important thing."

"Of course it is," you said, tired.

Kazuha gestured for you to move to the side. As you did, she lay back on the mat facing you, her arms tucked into her body and her legs together. Then, she brought up a bent leg and grabbed the top of her calf to press it against her torso.

"You know what to do, right?" Kazuha asked, peeking out from behind her knee to look at you.

"You're assuming I know more than I actually do," you replied, kneeling beside her.

"Just press my thigh as far toward me as you can. It's easy."

"What if I hurt you?"

"You're not going to hurt me, silly. Come here."

You could have done that perfectly well from where you were, but Kazuha patted the opposite thigh. She wanted you to sit there, probably because it was the closest your crotches could be to each other. A meticulously malevolent being, you weren't wrong about that.

Cursing under your breath, you went and straddled her where she'd said, pressing her thigh toward her body with both of your hands. Aside from the cold sweat, her flesh felt firm beneath your fingers, the product of years and years of her ballerina training and now her workouts.

"Mmm, I think there might be a better angle for this," Kazuha murmured, and writhed beneath you to lower her position, consequently pressing your crotches together. Only then did you realize her pussy was poking through the fabric of her shorts, and your painfully hard bulge was rubbing against it.

"Fuck, Nakamura," you gasped, your fingers circling the back of her thigh. "Is this really necessary?"

"You agreed to help me, didn't you?" Zuha asked, glancing at your privates rubbing against each other.

"Yes, but..."

"Then don't complain. Now for the other leg."

You let go of her thigh so she could stretch out her leg and you could straddle her. She then brought her other leg up, and you held her thigh towards her body. The torturous process was the same. Now your cock was throbbing, and you didn't know where to look to hide your embarrassment.

"Having fun, huh?" Zuha ventured, and you knew what she meant without even looking at her.

"I think we have different concepts of what having fun is, Nakamura," you replied.

"You're wrong. It's the same for both of us. You're just more closed-minded about it than I am."

You chuckled. What a damn nerve she had, saying that.

Before you could respond, Kazuha lifted her hips and deliberately began grinding against your bulge. She even made you release her thigh so she could get better range of motion. Her crotch then began massaging your cock up and down, making you gasp.

"This is your concept of fun?" you asked, looking into her eyes.

"I don't know... you like it?" Zuha tilted her head and looked down at your bulge. She bit her lip. "No, you definitely like it. That's a silly question."

It was about to happen, you were sure of it. There was no way out. And since there wasn't, you finally dared to take a step forward.

Somewhat hesitantly, you placed your hand on Zuha's toned abdomen, then slowly lowered it until your thumb was touching her pussy. Zuha smiled, biting the tip of her tongue, and moaned when you circled near what you knew was her clit.

But just when you thought she was reaching out to return the favor, she put her hand on your abdomen and pushed you back with unexpected force. You fell onto your ass as she pulled away.

"You've got to be kidding me..." you said through gritted teeth, feeling the anger grow up within you.

"Thank you for your help, manager-nim," Zuha said, standing up. Her mischievous smile made your blood boil. "I know you must be very sleepy, so I'll let you go to bed."

"You're fucking despicable," you said as she picked up the mat, pulling it out from under you.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" Zuha raised her eyebrows, rolling up the mat. You didn't respond. "Yeah, I thought so."

Zuha then tucked the rolled-up mat under her arm and blew you a kiss before heading back the way she came, leaving you once again with a painful boner under your shorts and horny as hell. You cursed under your breath. It was partly your damn fault, for not having the balls to take charge of the situation. But what could you do? It was just common sense, since your position didn't give you the freedom to do whatever you wanted. Caution, you called it.

But your reasons for caution were running out, as was your patience. It was clear she wanted you to do something, and she wouldn't be like the other three girls, who would make their wishes clear from the start. No, Zuha wanted you to take the initiative, and she was poking you with a stick like a sleeping animal, just to see how long you could hold out until you swallowed your pride and gave in to your anger.

You had already swallowed your pride when you touched her a few moments ago. Now it only remained to see how much further your patience threshold could extend until you exploded, and that wouldn't be far.

That night you slept bitterly, not even wanting to masturbate to appease how horny you were. You would save yourself for her, for when the time came.

The next day passed peacefully. The girls had arrived from dinner in the early hours; you knew this since they woke you from your sleep just to notify you. They slept until 2 p.m., and later everyone—except for Eunchae, who went to visit her parents—was getting ready downstairs to party.

"Kim Chaewon, don't you dare turn off your phone," you warned, walking beside her as you escorted them out. Sakura, Yunjin, and Kazuha went ahead. "Keep me up to date as much as you can. I get anxious when you all go out."

Chaewon stopped and took your hand, careful not to let the others notice. That made you look at her.

"I promise to keep you updated, sweetheart," she said softly, taking a step toward you that immediately made you nervous. Her eyes landed on yours. "Stop worrying so much and trust me."

All the anxiety and worries subsided with that. A strange sense of relief washed over you through her sweet tone of voice and sparkling eyes. Hell fucking no. If you started having feelings for that girl, you were screwed.

But instead of drawing a line and making your position clear, you squeezed her hand in gratitude and gave her a small smirk. It felt good to do so, so you didn't regret it. At least not yet.

"Fine, sorry," you nodded, letting go of her hand. "What time are you planning on coming back?"

"Around 2 am," Chaewon replied. "Depends on how quickly we get in. I don't think it'll be long."

"Take care, then."

Chaewon glanced quickly at the girls, and when she confirmed they weren't looking, she stood on her tiptoes to give you a small kiss on the cheek before joining the others. The spot where her kiss fell felt warm, and now you had the emotional tide against you for not having been quick enough to avoid it.

You quickly said goodbye to the girls and followed them with your eyes as they left the house. But Zuha stopped suddenly and looked at them with a hand on her stomach and a furrowed forehead. On pure instinct, you took a couple of steps forward, worried.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Kura asked.

"Cramps," Kazuha replied, slouching slightly. "I think I need to go to the bathroom."

"Oh, we'll wait for you then."

"No, no," Zuha shook her head, putting one foot back inside the house. "I know this won't stop for a while. Go without me."

"Are you sure? You've been saying all day you needed a drink."

"I'd rather have my stomach healthy than a drink."

Kura pouted.

"As you wish," Kura took her hand in a rather motherly manner. "I'll call you later to check on you, okay?" Then she looked at you. "Manager-nim, make her some chamomile tea, will you?"

"Sure," you nodded.

Kazuha hugged the girls goodbye and closed the door herself. You stood there in the hall, waiting for her to turn to you.

"Do you need anything else?" you asked her as she walked toward you with a pained expression. "I'll make you the chamomile right away."

"I'm fine," Zuha replied, passing by you. "I just need that and rest. Thank you."

Zuha hurried up the stairs to the second floor, and you went straight to the kitchen to prepare her chamomile. Minutes later, the water was boiling, ready to put the sachet in. You would leave it for about ten minutes to let the flavor settle. While you waited, you decided to text her.

The minutes passed, and there was no response from her. You didn't find it strange; she was probably feeling really bad and had her phone away. It was best not to pressure her.

When enough time had passed, you took out the chamomile sachet and threw it in the trash. Then, you went to the fridge to find a lemon and cut it in half, to add a small splash of juice to your tea. Finally, you poured the tea into a porcelain cup and added sugar, not too much so as not to overpower the chamomile and lemon. The smell made you want to take a sip yourself.

You were about to take the cup to her when you received a message. It was her, and you almost slipped on the first few steps. There was a damn tap-to-see photo.

If you had dropped your jaw any further, you probably would have opened a hole in the floor. The photo was of her in a hot, skimpy lingerie set that you couldn't figure out how she managed to put on so quickly. It consisted mostly of interconnecting black velvet straps that ran all over her naked body, forming a triangle above her navel, from which two straps branched off on either side to connect with those that ran down to the sky-blue lace bows she had around each thigh, while the third went up to connect with the straps that circled the outline of her small tits to form a choker around her neck. The panties also consisted solely of straps, which highlighted her beautiful, perfectly shaved pussy. The icing on the cake were the lace details here and there: under her breasts, on her shoulders, the bows that encircled her thighs, and a small piece between the square formed by the straps over her pussy.

Very hot, yes. The boner had been instant. But you were overlooking something very important: that damn slut had fooled you all.

You hurriedly left the cup of chamomile tea in the kitchen and then ran to the second floor. Up there, you moved with long, impetuous strides, breathing like a rabid bull. When you reached the room Kazuha and Chaewon shared, you flung open the door and entered like an unstoppable force of nature, slamming it shut. The mythomaniac princess was on her own bed, face down, her back to the door. From there, the view of her naked ass was perfect.

Hearing you enter, Kazuha looked over her shoulder at you. She raised her calves to cross her feet and block your view of her pussy.

"I'm so fucking tired of you," you said, taking slow steps toward the bed.

"Yeah, but does this lingerie look cute  on me or nah?" Zuha asked.

That was it. You couldn't take it anymore.

Almost without thinking, you took off the sweater you were wearing and threw it on the floor, striding toward the bed. Kazuha rolled over and positioned herself on her back, just in time for you to pounce on her and crash your lips against hers.

Kazuha moaned as she received your kiss, immediately wrapping her arms around your neck and her strong legs around your torso. She arched her back, pressing your bodies together and giving you the space to slide your hands underneath. You ran your hands up and down her back, feeling every muscle beneath your fingertips. Then you moved down to her thighs, pressed on either side of your waist, squeezing and rubbing them with the palms of your hands, careful not to damage the lace of the bows.

"Mmm, you took a while," Kazuha moaned against your lips, and reached between your bodies to grasp your cock through your sweatpants and knead it. She quickly got you hard. "You even made me use my last weapon."

"Last weapon? You've been running away from me all these damn days, what the fuck did you expect me to do?" You snapped, as Kazuha pulled down your sweatpants and boxers a little, freeing your hard cock.

"Have I really been running away, manager-nim?" Zuha asked between kisses. Her fingers wrapped around your shaft, rubbing it slowly. "Or is it that you just didn't have the balls to tame me this whole time?"

Oh, so that's where it was going, huh? Good.

"You're a fucking insufferable slut," you murmured, testing the waters.

"Mmm, yes," Zuha moaned, and moved her hand faster on your cock. "Tell me that again."

"I said two things. Which one? You're more of one than the other."

"Oh come on, stop playing around, manager-nim," Zuha gasped. She really wanted you to repeat it.

"You wish I was playing around, Nakamura."

You pulled away from Kazuha's lips and went straight down to her small breasts. Kazuha inevitably had to let go of your cock to place her hands between your neck and jaw, moaning as you took one of her nipples into your mouth and licked it with the tip of your tongue. There you sucked until her mound was covered in saliva, then moved on to the next. And after attending to each breast, you decided to indulge in a kissing spree all over Kazuha's upper body: collarbone, shoulders, arms, and finally her abdomen.

Kazuha gently gripped your hair as you ran your tongue down her stomach and placed wet kisses around her navel, your hands resting on her thighs. From there, you moved down to her lower abdomen, and then to the point where the straps and lace blocked the path to her pubis. You had to lower your body further to be between her legs, but not to eat her pussy, that would have been what she wanted. Instead, you opened her legs and took them behind her knees to kiss the inside of her thighs, teasing her with a touch of her pussy but always staying mere millimeters away.

"Is this fucking revenge or what?" Zuha asked with a whimper, still even though you didn't have her so tightly in her grasp. She was right where she wanted to be. "Do you think I don't deserve to have my pussy eaten?"

"No. You don't deserve it," you replied flatly, happy just to kiss and feel her soft skin and firm muscles against your lips.

"I only got you horny twice!" she protested, as if it was nothing. "You could have done something about it, but you didn't have the balls."

"You better shut up, walking microwave," you warned, standing up to remove your sweatpants and boxers. "Don't make this any harder for yourself."

"Or what? You'll just stand there and watch me have my way again?" Zuha chuckled, but the smile faded when you spat on your cock and took the tip into her pussy. "Oh wait! Fuck!" she moaned.

Her pussy was as tight as you imagined, but it didn't take much effort to fill her stifling walls with every inch of your shaft. It felt so stupidly heavenly that you rolled your eyes with a moan.

"You've been playing with yourself today, huh?" you asked, your hands pressing her thighs back, noticing how easily your cock slid in and out of her.

"Maybe," Zuha managed to reply between soft moans. She brought a finger to her mouth and nibbled on the tip as she watched you slowly fuck her.

"You knew your plan would work out perfectly, and you prepared for when I couldn't hold it in anymore. Fucking slut."

Without realizing it you'd repeated the word, and it quickly sank into Kazuha's body. She arched her back a few inches off the mattress and placed her hand between her breasts, sliding it down her abdomen to her pussy, rubbing circles over her clit. But you were quick to grab her wrist and pull it away, bringing both hands above her head to pin them to the mattress.

"I didn't say you could do that, did I?" You raised your eyebrows, looking down at her since her face was right under yours.

At that moment, a spark seemed to ignite in Kazuha's eyes, which softened and lost the arrogance of a few minutes ago.

"You're right, daddy," Zuha purred. "You never said I could touch myself."

Well, great. Not only was it enough for Chaewon to use that little word with you, but now Kazuha would also join the club. You weren't going to complain tho. It was simpler and more fun to accept the role with open arms.

"That's a good girl," you gasped, and with both hands holding her wrists against the bed, you began to fuck her like you'd been wanting to do all these days. Hard, and rough. Above all, rough. Seeking to release all that pent-up frustration she had sown in you.

Zuha's moans began to flow freely through the room, in perfect harmony with the sound of your gradually faster thrusts. She kept her legs wide open for you, and offered no resistance to your grip on her wrists in a show of pure submission. Too bad you didn't have handcuffs handy.

Zuha begged for a kiss with her gaze, which jumped from your eyes to your lips. To please her, you flexed your arms and lowered your body, meeting her cute, parted lips. The angle now forced you to move your hips slower, but at the same time, you were hitting spots in her pussy you hadn't previously reached, causing her to stifle whimpers against your lips.

"Yes daddy," Zuha moaned. "I fucking love that, keep it up please!"

Zuha pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and arched her back, her tits now brushing against your chest. She was close to her orgasm; you could tell by the way she made a show of closing her thighs around your torso and by the way her moans faded to give way to heavy gasps. You would have allowed it with Chaewon, but you weren't going to be so forgiving with her after she'd made your life miserable for so many days. So just when she thought she was about to cum, you released her wrists and pulled out of her.

"Daddy, no!" Zuha protested. Her eyes filled with tears. "No, please! Let me cu-"

Her protests fell short of nothing when you knelt to her left, grabbed the back of her neck, and guided your cock into her mouth. Kazuha took it with a whimper, but hollowed her cheeks as she pumped her head and sucked on your cock.

"I decide when you can cum," you said, brushing her hair behind her ears and then tying it back into a ponytail with your left hand. "Is that clear?"

Zuha looked up at you as she pumped halfway into your cock and nodded. You let her do the work at first, just to give your lower body a rest, and she was doing an excellent job with her mouth and tongue. She took you out for short periods of time to lick your tip and kiss your shaft all over, trying to please you enough to soften you up. It almost worked. But before she could continue, you made her stop so you could take control and fuck her mouth.

"Be a good girl and take all that cock for daddy," you panted as you pushed a few more inches into her mouth. It didn't fit all of it: you soon ran into the natural barrier that made her gag. But it was more than enough. "Oh fuck yes."

With one hand in Zuha's makeshift ponytail and the other on the right side of her neck, you began pumping your hips back and forth at a steady pace, getting faster as the seconds ticked by. You could tell Zuha wasn't used to that sort of thing, but she was enjoying it despite her gag reflex triggering over and over again and making a mess of her own saliva.

Soon your thrusts became aggressive and frantic, causing the pool of saliva building up inside Zuha's mouth to soak your cock and spill in thick drops onto her small tits. Zuha didn't bother asking for a break, whether out of pride or to show you she was a good girl. Either way, you gave her a hard time when you pushed her head down onto the base of your cock. She gripped your thighs out of inertia, closing her eyes as you nuzzled your tip into her throat. A few seconds later, you were forced to pull out when Zuha started coughing.

"Now it's not so fun leaving me hanging, huh?" you asked, letting go of her hair and neck. Zuha's head fell and bounced against the mattress as she coughed.

"If I hadn't, you wouldn't be like this right now," Zuha gasped, coughing again. Then she grabbed your cock and moved her hand over it slowly, not caring that it would get drenched in the thick layer of saliva covering your shaft. "It's perfect."

You pulled out of her and went back between her legs to lie on your stomach, wrap your arms around her thighs, and finally plant your mouth on her pussy. Zuha arched her back and sighed in relief, as if she'd been wanting it for a long time—which she probably had. The case wasn't much different for you: tasting that delicious meat dish went straight to your deepest fantasies, repressed by what you thought was the harsh reality of never being able to achieve it. But now you couldn't be anything but grateful for the twists of fate, because her folds were so soft and delicious that in a normal situation it would have taken an entire construction crew to pry you away.

"I thought I didn't deserve you eating my pussy," Zuha said, stroking your hair.

"Let's just say you've done enough to earn it," you replied, and proceeded to go up to her clit.

"Also to cum?" she asked, but you didn't respond.

Following the canons established by your past fantasies about her, you ate her pussy as if it were the last chance you'd ever have. A little over a minute passed when, in the same characteristic pattern, Zuha was about to cum. You continued as if you knew nothing, with a relentless emphasis on her clit. You took her to the very limit.

Close...

Close...

Until you rose up to leave her pussy and let her orgasm hang.

"Oh my god, no!" Zuha whimpered, desperately trying to grab you and return you to her pussy, but you slipped away. "Please daddy, no!"

"I said you deserved me to eat your pussy," you said, grabbing her left leg behind the knee to push it back and insert two fingers into her pussy. Zuha whimpered. "I never said anything about cumming."

"And how do you expect me not to cum if you do that?" Zuha asked, as you began pumping your fingers in and out of her.

"That's your problem, not mine."

"But-!" Zuha bit out a protest as your fingers sped up. She had to take a moment to gather her words. "But daddy, I'm so close! I can't hold it!"

"Yes you can, and you'll be able to," you threatened, your left hand fingers digging into the back of her thigh. Your fingers were fucking her wet pussy fast. "So don't you fucking dare cum until I tell you to."

"But I want to cum!" Zuha whimpered, her hands clutching the sheet. Tears pooled in her eyes again, and one trickled down her cheek. "Please!!"

"Stop whining like a brat and hold it!" you snorted.

Another tear or two trickled down Zuha's cheeks as she looked everywhere but down. She brought a hand to her mouth to stifle her screams, and bit down on that same hand when it balled into a fist. Her breathing, on the other hand, showed how desperate she was, as her chest rose and fell like a bellows about to burst. It was admirable, to be honest. In her position, you wouldn't have lasted two seconds.

"Please!!" Zuha insisted, now truly crying because of the way her lower lip trembled.

"A little more..." you said under your breath, staring at her. Your wrist was starting to tire. "Hold on... Now cum, slut."

Zuha exploded with such force that she tore the sheets off their edges and let out a scream so loud you were sure it could have been heard on the street at that time of night. Her violent orgasm was accompanied by a pleasant surprise: an intense jet of squirt that you let out freely as you pulled your fingers out of her, soaking her buttocks, the sheets, and part of your knee.

"What a good girl," you praised her, watching her thighs tremble. "You made a whole damn mess tho."

Zuha looked at you with tear-filled eyes, arms open at her sides. She hadn't bothered to wipe her cheeks. Her buttocks and thighs were soaked with drops of squirt.

"Keep fucking me, daddy, please," she said in a small voice, bringing two fingers to her pussy, rubbing them a few times between her folds, and then bringing them to her mouth to suck on her own fluids. "I can handle it like the good girl I am."

"Let's put that to the test then. Turn around."

Zuha rolled over and onto her stomach. Her sweet spot, that firm, round ass, was now entirely at your disposal. You placed your hands underneath her and made her raise her hips. She got the message and spread her knees to the sides, lifted her ass, and arched her back, leaving only her chest and hands against the mattress. It was the perfect backshot position, and the damn lingerie still intact only made it much better.

Without wasting time, you grabbed your cock and drove it into her pussy, in a single smooth motion that made you both moan in unison. Her pussy walls embraced your cock from all directions, squeezing it hard and warming her up. Zuha, with her head resting on her crossed arms, looked over her shoulder and locked eyes with you. Then you, with your hands on her waist, began to fuck her.

Going slow at first was something you did on purpose, mainly to feel every possible texture of her pussy in detail, but also to admire the view of her perfect raised ass with a cock constantly disappearing between her butt cheeks. But that soon became insufficient for you. So you made a sudden change of gear.

"Mmmgh, does my pussy feel good when you fuck it like that, daddy?" Zuha whimpered, now being pounded and jolted by your thrusts.

"It must feel better for you, right?" you asked through gritted teeth, and you slapped her left butt cheek before squeezing it. "This is what you've been wanting for days."

"Oh, you have no idea," Zuha replied with a sigh. "I haven't been able to stop imagining how well that cock could fill me up ever since Kura-chan told me everything."

"That damn snitch," you grumbled.

"Thanks to that damn snitch, you're fucking me hard from behind like a whore, don't forget that. Mmmgh!!"

You gripped her waist with your fingers tightly gripped and your pelvis collided with her ass with hard slaps. Zuha opened her arms from under her head and extended them to the sides, elbows bent, to crumple the sheets between her fingers. She understood that she no longer had any restrictions on cumming, and she did so after a few brief seconds.

But you felt in perfect shape to continue, nowhere near cumming even though your engine was revving at full power and she looked that hot. 

Zuha squealed in despair as you continued your thrusts through her orgasm. Now you had one hand on her bare, muscular back, and seconds later you reached up to grab a handful of her long, black hair and pull her head back. She came again after a few seconds, and the spasms forced her to drop her hips back onto the mattress. Your cock inevitably slipped out of her pussy.

"Do you need a break?" you asked, slipping out of character a little since she looked exhausted.

"I appreciate your concern, but no," Zuha replied, bringing her legs together so her buttocks squeezed against each other. "I said I could take it. So don't be so kind to me, daddy."

"Well, if you insist..."

You straddled her thighs and guided your cock between her buttocks, rubbing it between them before returning to her pussy. As you went back inside her, you leaned forward to lie flat on top of her, grabbing her chin to turn her head and kiss her. Zuha moaned against your lips as you fucked her with slow, deep strokes.

After kissing her for some long seconds, you braced your hands against the mattress and lifted yourself up to move harder, thrusting up and down. Zuha dropped her head and let the right side of her face rest against the mattress.

"Oh, daddy, you're filling me up so good," Zuha moaned, glancing at you. She reached out and found a pillow to hold onto. "I can't wait to feel all that hot, sticky load inside me..."

"Can you stand up?" you asked between gasps. "There's a particular way I'd like to do it."

"I think I know what you mean," Zuha nodded. "Let's do whatever you want, daddy."

You immediately pulled off her and helped her stand up off the bed. Her wobbly legs made you hesitate about whether it was a good idea or not, but she didn't seem close to giving in to them. And instead of complaining, Zuha did her iconic Antifragile leg lift as soon as you stood between the beds, only instead of lowering it back again, she rested it against your left shoulder and let her calf fall behind your back.

"Oh... my... god," you said to yourself, amazed not only by Zuha's flexibility, but also by the stamina she had in her support leg and how hot her pussy looked.

"Is this what you had in mind, daddy?" Zuha asked, one hand on your chest and the other resting against the wall for balance.

"Oh, that's perfect," you nodded, placing your hand on her thigh to rub up and down while the other rubbed her abs. "Are you sure you can hold yourself like this?"

"I can," she agreed. "But you'd better hurry or my legs might give out on me."

Without needing to say anything else, you grabbed your cock and guided it back inside her. The sensation was completely different now: it was tighter inside her, much tighter. It was like putting your cock between two damn hydraulic presses that threatened to crush it. And god, it felt fucking delicious. If you thought your climax was still far off before, you had to reconsider that now, because as soon as you started fucking her in that position, your body entered a state of ecstasy you'd rarely felt in your life, as if all your blood was flowing faster to give you a surge of energy.

For Zuha it felt just as good, or at least that's how it seemed from the way she moaned louder than she had a moment ago and dug her natural nails into your abdomen. Her legs didn't seem close to giving way, but it got really tough for her when she came again, and her supporting leg wobbled. You held onto the leg she had draped over you as tightly as you could, keeping her from falling to the floor. In the process the lace bow on her thigh loosened, but the straps were intact.

Zuha's solution was as simple as it was perfect: she sacrificed the balance the wall gave her to press herself against her own leg and clung to your neck with her arms, so that her head was next to her knee and your faces were inches from each other. Of course, you kissed her, concentrating entirely on how good her pussy felt amidst such hard, fast thrusts.

After a moment, you entered the downward spiral. One thrust after another against that tight pussy with every inch of your shaft, Zuha's moans against your lips, your bodies now sweaty. It all resulted in the most mind-melting and electrifying orgasm you'd experienced to date.

"Oh my fucking god!" you moaned, shooting spurt after spurt of thick cum into that tight Japanese ballerina pussy.

"Oh daddy that feels so good," Zuha sighed, letting her head fall back. Her fingers gripped the back of your neck. "Actually I think I'm going to... Mmmgh!!"

Zuha went through her own sensual orgasm as you emptied your balls inside her and felt her muscles and pussy contract. You kissed her long, luscious neck, still moaning to yourself until your climax subsided. Then you stayed like that for a while, balls deep inside her and holding her close to catch your breath.

"You came a lot, daddy..." Zuha whispered in your ear. "You've been saving yourself for me, haven't you? That's adorable..."

"I'd rather not answer, Nakamura," you replied, placing more kisses on her neck and jawline. "All I know is that you're so fucking hot."

Zuha pulled you in for another kiss, this time slower and more passionate, and gave you a gentle push back to ease you out of her. You both looked down to see your cum spilling onto the carpeted floor beneath your feet.

"You know this floor is a fucking pain to clean, right?" you asked.

"It's not like you clean it regularly," Zuha retorted.

"And neither do you."

"Yeah anyway," Zuha looked up and met your gaze. "Will you sleep with me for a while, daddy?"

"Just a little while," you nodded. "Do you want me to help you take all that stuff off?"

"Oh yeah, please," she sighed. "Putting it on was a pain in the ass."

"No surprise there."

Zuha pulled away from you and sat on the edge of her bed. You helped her remove the entire piece of lingerie, being careful not to pinch her with the straps. It wasn't until Zuha was completely naked that she lay down on the bed, facing the wall, with her back to you. And as soon as you lay down next to her, she pushed her ass back to be your little spoon. The mattress didn't have a sheet, as she'd pulled it out from the edges while you were fucking her, and it was all wrinkled in one corner, so you could snuggle up comfortably to close your eyes.

But you couldn't afford to get too comfortable and sleep too much. Zuha still had a lie to maintain, and if Chaewon caught you there, it was going to be a huge mess for her. So you never really got to sleep.

After a couple of hours, you woke Zuha up, and together you set about making the bed and cleaning as much as you could. By the time the girls returned, everything was in perfect natural order: Zuha asleep in her bed in comfy clothes, and you lying on your couch.

No one ever suspected a thing.

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[writeonwhiskey]

Summer in Seoul: Ch 2

word count: 620 [ fic master list ]

(CHAN POV)

The car ride home is silent. It always is when our flights get in this late. I take out my phone, open the Notes app, and read over the lyrics I jotted down on the plane. We have a lot of studio time coming up this week and still have to fine tune some verses. I try to remain focused as I read over them, but my mind starts to wander. I open WhatsApp to the new contact that’s been added.

I feel like shit for causing you to break your phone—I hope you’re able to get wherever you’re going without it. As I think of this I start to worry that maybe I should have helped you out a little more. I hadn’t considered what it would be like to be alone in a strange place with no connection to the world. It’s not like I could have offered you a ride with us. Well, I could have but then I’d have to endure too many questions from our staff.

Fuck.

I tap my lip absentmindedly as my mind goes wild, thinking of all the worst possible case scenarios. For the most part, though, I can convince myself that you didn’t seem helpless or afraid at the thought of being without your phone until it gets fixed. In that short interaction we had, you came off rather confident—yeah, you could definitely hold your own. Hmmmm.

y/n.

I like that name. It suits you. Your face lit up when you smiled and laughed. It was warm, like summer. You seemed completely unassuming, too. I have to admit, helping you pay for the repair wasn’t the only reason I wanted your number. I do want to pay for it, but I also wouldn’t turn down an offer to see you again. I know the others would warn me against it since we’re home. We have to be more careful here.

It didn’t seem like you recognized me, but the boys and I have a steadfast rule about interacting with people when we’re in Korea. It’s a lot easier to be carefree young men when we travel—less recognition in most places. But here it takes a lot of work.

As I gaze out the window and look at the surroundings, I see we’re almost home. I nudge Hyunjin and Changbin to wake them. Jisung is wide awake, watching some drama on his phone. When the car comes to a full stop, I’m the first to exit. I stand to the side, directly across from the driver, as the others file out.

We take the elevator up and as soon as we’re inside, Hyunjin slinks off towards his room, eyes half open while Changbin heads to the kitchen and Jisung plops down on the couch, still absorbed in his phone. I remind them what time practice is tomorrow, but I’m not sure they hear me. They should have alarms set on their work phones, but I’ll make sure they’re up anyways. As always.

I follow after Hyunjin and bid him goodnight before entering my second room. It’s separate from where I actually sleep—this is a space the staff set up specifically to host Chan’s room from. Which I can’t even fucking do anymore. Being here still puts a sour taste in my mouth, but it’s where I do my best work while at home.

I sigh as I flip on the lights. Everything is exactly where I left it—desk, bed and the wolf-shaped triangle lighting figure above it. I take my laptop out of my bag and set it up on the desk.

Glancing at the clock, I see it’s 3:00am. But there’s always work to be done.

a/n: when i was originally writing this, all that stuff with chan's room was going down so there are bits of that sprinkled throughout. [ read chapter three here ]

[wherethegoldenleavesfall]

So Gihun's phone call makes us transported to where he is waiting for.

And the lightning of this show is great. Gihun illuminated in red headlights is a great shot. Like a transportation into twilight zone area where everything is turn upside down.

How sadistic is that? Red Light, Green Light as the password.

And the worker pulling out his gas mask like its so routine to him. What gas is this, anyway?

What happens if a player has asthma or any breathing difficulties? That shoots the idea of fairness out the window if you ask me.

They wake up to loud af classical music. Clothes different and groggy from the gas. Like is there a staff antheisologist on board? Or is the gas another way to cull the herd of players? They must have players on reserve if that's the case. Like an evil, twisted waiting list.

They are all being monitored and on camera!

We see how it's organized too. So it's just one worker's job to control the music?

And the Frontman/Inho/Fruitloop walks in under a nice solid gold color. He has a special standing area too, on a platform above so we know he is the leader.

The beds are a confusing maze too. And the music is too loud. And Gihun is just as confused as I am.

Oh there is an elderly man among middle age people. And Gihun is so concerned on why this man who is worried about dementia along with a brain tumor is here. And not at home safe with his family.

And we are interrupted by an altercation between the girl from earlier and Deoksu.

1. They know each other so obviously the ones above wanted them to be in this season.

2. She, Saebyoek, is a defector from North Korea, hence she is foreign. She has a neck scar on her right side.

3. She genuinely was under attack and threat as Deoksu is already a hardened murderer.

4. Gihun recognizes her, and confronts her over the stolen money.

5. Gihun once again is pushed to the floor.

Gihun's fall counter is now 2. And honestly that fall was disappointing.

I would say one of my favorite gestures is Gihun parting his hair to the side. What wavy, curly hair he has.

And he says his name and his hometown to everyone in the room.

Another factor that made me fall in love with Gihun. Is that he refuses to use words like b-tch hence he refused to conformed to what Deoksu called Saebyoek. Instead he uses woman a pause is heard. As Gihun is like no she might have stolen my money but she does not deserve to be called that. Gihun, I love ❤️ 😍 you. Yes, I love Gihun, deal with it.

And now Gihun like a boss is now twirling around Deoksu to shame Deoksu into not attacking him or Saebyoek anymore. Such a dad to her already.

And weird mysterious music plays as pink suited oompa loompas people enter the room all in step. They show no faces to anyone, they stand there robiticallly.

I never thought I would say this but I miss the Salesman already. At least you can see his face; read his expressions, and body language.

This is anonymity as anyone who wears a mask wishes to hide their true face, prevent their true desires from being shown. The mask is protection, control, and dehumanization all rolled into one. Especially as it hides the eyes-the portals to the soul. You know the most basic way we connect with each other.

No seeing of eyes leads to no connection being made. No connection means you feel nothing towards the players, you execute one and you move onto to the next. No connection means no empathy, that tasks that would horrify you in other settings like being in the Hell outside, leave no impact on you at all. It's just a job. Just a work task to check off. ✔️.

This organization's workers and Inho are in a bubble too. And bubbles will always pop eventually. They will be greeted to their own separate hells on beds, they made from ashes of past players.

This is full blown conformity. It reminds me of the Wave experiment where in the span of three days, high school students were turning on each other. Or the Standford Prison Experiment (the experiment is debated however), where college students were divided into guards and prisoners; with the guards mistreating the prisoners in no time at all.

What kind of people are hired by this place?

It is a clear power imbalance as the workers, no matter the shapes on their masks, have power over the many faced, player masses dressed in green.

A green that symbolizes wealth, while hot pink with black overtone symbolize confidence and strength.

I need to stop for the night.

[whoistheveil]

🪷 ೀ ⠀ִ⠀ׁ꩝𝗍’s , ﹫MILA’s log⠀ 𖹭𔕛ିֺ𓈒

Park Hyeja was born on a rainy evening in Busan, the kind of night where the city lights seem blurred and distorted, as if the world itself were uncertain of its own existence. Her childhood is a blank space in the minds of those who try to recall it—teachers, neighbors, even distant relatives. “She was a quiet child,” they say, but their voices waver, as if they’re unsure whether they’ve said it before or if they’ve simply been told to believe it. Mila was introduced as the first member of The Veil, and from the moment she appeared, something about her unsettled people. She never seems surprised. She never fumbles. In interviews, she speaks with precision, like she’s reading from a script only she can see. Fans say that in pre-debut photos, her face seems slightly different each time, though no one can explain how. There’s a story about Mila that circulates online, though no one knows where it started. It claims that if you say her real name three times in front of a mirror, your reflection will tilt its head slightly before you do. Of course, it’s just a story. Right?

STAGE NAME: Mila (밀라)

KOREAN NAME: Park Hyeja (박혜자)

BIRTHDAY: March 3, 1999

ZODIAC: Pisces

BIRTHPLACE: Busan, South Korea

HOMETOWN: Busan, South Korea

ETHNICITY: Korean

NATIONALITY: South Korean

FACECLAIM: Yves, Soloist

🪷 ೀ ⠀ִ⠀ׁ꩝𝗍’s , ﹫DAON’s log 𖹭𔕛ିֺ𓈒

Choi Daon has always been too perfect. Her dancing is mechanical, precise to the point of unnaturalness—every movement calculated to an eerie degree. Fans praise her technique but can’t shake the feeling that there’s nothing behind her eyes when she performs. Before joining The Veil, Daon was a trainee under another company, though records of which one have vanished. Her pre-debut presence is minimal, almost nonexistent, and old classmates seem confused when asked about her. “She was quiet,” they say, but their voices sound uncertain, like they’re trying to convince themselves. Daon struggles with small, human details. In one interview, she listed kimchi jjigae as her favorite food. A week later, when asked again, she blinked and said, "I don’t think I’ve ever eaten that before." Once, on a live broadcast, a fan asked, "Do you ever have dreams?" She went silent for a full 30 seconds before responding: "I don’t think so. But sometimes I wake up and—" She never finished the sentence.

STAGE NAME: Daon (다온)

KOREAN NAME: Choi Daon (최다온)

BIRTHDAY: September 14, 1999

ZODIAC: Virgo

BIRTHPLACE: Seoul, South Korea

HOMETOWN: Seoul, South Korea

ETHNICITY: Korean

NATIONALITY: South Korean

FACECLAIM: Yeri, Red Velvet

🪷 ೀ ⠀ִ⠀ׁ꩝𝗍’s , ﹫YEORIN’s log 𖹭𔕛ିֺ𓈒

Go Yeorin doesn’t talk much. There are barely any pre-debut photos of her, and those that exist feel... wrong. Blurry, distorted, as if the camera didn’t want to capture her. Fans say that if you look at them too long, you start to feel like something is watching you back. She’s quiet in interviews, answering in short, neutral sentences. But what unsettles people isn’t what she says—it’s what happens when she doesn’t. During one promotional event, a fan asked her to share a childhood memory. Yeorin blinked once. Twice. Then, in a voice flat and empty, she said: "I don’t think I had a childhood." The silence that followed was unbearable.

STAGE NAME: Yeorin (여린)

KOREAN NAME: Go Yeorin (고여린)

BIRTHDAY: July 22, 2001

ZODIAC: Cancer

BIRTHPLACE: Gwangju, South Korea

HOMETOWN: Gwangju, South Korea

ETHNICITY: Korean

NATIONALITY: South Korean

FACECLAIM: Winter, Aespa

🪷 ೀ ⠀ִ⠀ׁ꩝𝗍’s , ﹫SALLY’s log 𖹭𔕛ିֺ𓈒

Sally Tanner grew up in Sydney, a girl with a wide smile and a voice that carried in a crowd. She was the most normal of them once, the most alive—but something changed when she entered The Veil. She doesn’t speak English much anymore, even though it’s her first language. When fans ask her to say something in it, she hesitates, like she has to remember how words are supposed to fit together. Sometimes, she mispronounces things she used to say fluently. She is the most expressive member, but in a way that feels deliberate, as if she’s making up for something. Her eyes dart around in interviews, searching. Looking for an exit. During one live broadcast, a fan asked, "Do you like being in The Veil?" Sally laughed, but it sounded forced. Then, in English, she whispered: "I don’t know if I had a choice." The live was cut off seconds later.

STAGE NAME: Sally (샐리)

KOREAN NAME: Tanner Sally (태너 샐리)

BIRTHDAY: May 5, 2004

ZODIAC: Taurus

BIRTHPLACE: Melbourne, Australia

HOMETOWN: Sydney, Australia & Seoul, South Korea

ETHNICITY: Korean

NATIONALITY: Australian

FACECLAIM: Minju, ILLIT

🪷 ೀ ⠀ִ⠀ׁ꩝𝗍’s , ﹫NARI’s log 𖹭𔕛ିֺ𓈒

Nari is the youngest member of The Veil, but something about her feels the oldest. She is still. Too still. When she performs, her movements are perfect—but fans have noticed she rarely blinks. In some videos, she doesn’t appear to be breathing at all. She is the only member who has never cried in front of fans. The only member who never seems tired. During a live broadcast, Mila called her name twice. Nari didn’t react. Not a flinch, not a glance. It was as if she didn’t hear it. After an uncomfortable silence, she finally turned to the camera and said, "Sorry. Sometimes I forget I exist." No one laughed.

STAGE NAME: Nari (나리)

KOREAN NAME: Jung Nari (정나리)

BIRTHDAY: September 30th, 2004

ZODIAC: Libra

BIRTHPLACE: Seoul, South Korea

HOMETOWN: Seoul, South Korea

ETHNICITY: Korean

NATIONALITY: South Korean

FACECLAIM: Wonyoung, IVE

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[yeonzzzn]

🌊cruel summer: huening kai

pairing: kai x afab!reader word count: 1.9k

synopsis: a small summer vacation was all it was supposed to be for kai until you walked into his life, causing the pain of a summer fling…

genre: surfer!kai, temporary lovers, angst

warnings: heart break, alcohol is mentioned once, kai is too cute.

Huening Kai pulled you between his legs, his strong arms wrapping around you, your back against his chest. 

The cool afternoon summer breeze blew the smell of salt water through your nose. The sounds of the waves moving up the beach were relaxing and calming. Mostly after the events that will unfold tomorrow morning. 

Kai rested his chin on your shoulder, planting butterfly kisses on your neck. 

You leaned into him, wanting to embrace every part of his existence. Dreading the moment when he won’t be by your side. 

“Do you really have to leave?” you whispered softly, your voice carrying the weight of heartbreak. 

Kai nodded, shifting his gaze out to the ocean, “I don’t want to leave, but I can’t stay.” 

You’ve replayed the story in your head multiple times. This isn’t his home, not anymore. He has bigger things waiting for him. 

You met Huening Kai almost three months ago at the beginning of June. His older sister, himself, and his younger sister flew in from South Korea, wanting to take a vacation here in Hawaii, which just happened to be Kai’s birthplace. 

Your family owns a few beach houses and rents them out to tourists and vacationgoers. That’s how you met Kai. 

It was love at first sight for you. The way he carried himself. His gummy smile and the way he laughed. How funny he was. Everything drew you to him. 

You tried shoving the attraction down, but the moment he picked up a board and hit the waters, you fell hard. 

The way Kai surfed was like a dance. It was in perfect sync and he never missed a beat. He was born for this. 

For the first few days, you would sit on the porch of the local cafe and watch him surf, memorizing more and more each time. 

Then finally, Kai made the first move. He caught you staring at him one day as he was pulling himself out of the ocean, the wind blew his wet black hair perfectly across his head. Kai is beautiful, breathtaking even. 

He made his way towards you, dropping the board on the sand and sitting next to you. 

Your heart pounded against your chest, threatening to tear a hole through the skin and make its way out. 

“If you’re going to keep staring, maybe you should do it in a more respectful way so others don’t notice.” 

His words snapped you back to reality, “Oh, I apologize,” you stared down at your sand-covered sandals, “I just love watching you surf.” 

You felt his eyes on you, making the summer heat ten times worse than it already was. 

“I was just joking,” he laughed, “Honestly I just used that as an excuse to talk to you.” 

From that moment forward, Kai and you were inseparable. Spending every waking moment together, the countdown clock was ticking after all. 

Over the next three months, you both fell hard. 

You remembered the first kiss. It was behind the local bar by the biggest palm tree on the beach. Kai’s breath smelt of the alcohol you both drank and his lips tasted of the cherry chapstick he carried with him. His hands gripped your sides as he leaned you against the palm tree. Your tongues dancing together. You breathed him in as if he was the oxygen, and you were all out. 

The days ticked on, and the more you fell in love. Not just with Kai, but the things he taught you, and showed you. 

He taught you the beauty of nature. How to appreciate it more. How to love the ocean even if it’s mysterious and scary. To love the rainy days just as much as the sunny days. 

He taught you to surf, to love the sport even when the waves aren’t high to catch a good wave. To get back on the board even after a wipeout. 

He taught you to appreciate time and food, specifically with those you love. 

On the mornings you would get to the beach house early, Kai would stand in the kitchen shirtless, flipping over the pancakes he’d make for his family and you. You appreciated his broad shoulders, and how he would sing to whatever song was playing on the radio while he cooked. Oh, you loved his singing voice. How he would tease his sisters, for the girl talk they would have. 

You came to appreciate the friendship you found in his sisters. How Lea treated you as a younger sibling with such care. How Bahiyyih looked up to you but teased you for dealing with her brother. 

How he was with your parents. How he would make your father laugh harder than anyone ever could. How he would help your mother clean the dishes after dinner. 

You appreciated the stories Kai would tell you about South Korea, about his bandmates back in Seoul. How beautiful it is there. 

Kai showed the things you’ve always wanted, but would also show you the one thing you didn’t want…he would also show you the feeling of heartbreak. 

The last three months spent with him weren’t enough. All the late-night drives around the city and the late nights at the bar or cafe weren’t enough. The stolen kisses in passing on days you had to work. The kisses you would receive for hitting a good wave when surfing. The hugs and times laid out on the beach with him. The night of his birthday you both danced the night away on the beach, kicking up sand in every direction. The days it would rain, you’d listen to him sing and play his guitar on the porch of the house, your feet tucked underneath you, a cup of coffee in your hands. 

Everything would come to an end. 

You leaned further back into him, his arms resting against your tummy. You wrapped your arms around his. 

His wet hair tickled your forehead, but you didn’t mind. You wanted to keep feeling every inch of him. 

“I’m going to miss you.” you sighed, looking up at him. 

A small smile formed on his lips, “Trust me, Y/N, I’m going to miss you more than you could ever miss me.” 

You wanted to beg him to stay but knew you couldn’t. His vacation here was just for his birthday and to visit his homeland, nothing more. 

It would be selfish of you to ask him to stay. 

Kai perked up underneath you, jumping up to grab his surfboard, “The wind picked up! The waves will be better!” 

He started off down the beach, but turned back around coming back to you, “Joining me?”

You shook your head, sending your knees to your chest, “I want to watch you one last time.” 

All Kai could do was smile, trying to hide the sadness behind his chocolate eyes. 

He planted a soft kiss on your lips then took off down the beach. 

While you did want to watch him surf one last time, you wanted to be able to cry without him seeing. 

Night fell faster than you wanted, in twelve hours Kai would be gone, on the next flight out of the States. 

He held your hand tight as you walked back to the house. 

You could tell something was wrong with the way he carried himself, with how quiet he was. Huening Kai wasn’t ever quiet. 

“What’s wrong Hyuka?” you pressed yourself in front of him, making direct eye contact. 

“I love you, Y/N.” 

Your cheeks flushed, and your whole body stood frozen, scared to move and shatter into a million pieces. You’ve wanted to hear the words come from his lips for so long. You’ve wanted to say the words. But you two weren’t in a relationship, what the two of you had was just temporary. 

“Huening…” you tried to think of what to say, to try and shove the happiness down along with the sadness, his I love you was so precious to you, but the words at the same time held a goodbye, “Don’t-“

“Say you love me.” the words cut you off, “Say you love me, please,” Kai cupped your face in the palm of his hands, “Say you love me, don’t let me leave tomorrow morning wondering if you ever loved me. Don’t keep me guessing if what we had meant nothing even if it was just a temporary summer fling.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself to reach his lips, “I love you, Kai Kamal Huening,” you whispered in between kisses, “till the end of the world.” 

~~~

The sun shined through your window, waking you from the more or less sleepless night you had. 

You struggled out of bed and down the stairs to the kitchen, your parents sitting at the dining table. 

“Good morning sunshine,” your father smiled at you.

You gave him a nod, sitting down beside him. 

Your mother glanced between your father and you, “Honey is everything alright?”

All you could do was slightly nod. The emptiness was there, but nothing could be done. 

“Kai stopped by early this morning,” your father softly said, pushing an envelope across the table to you, your name written on it in Kai’s handwriting, “I caught him walking up the porch as I was making my rounds to the other houses, and handed me this.” 

You stared down at the envelope. 

“Honey why don’t you eat breakfast, wash up, and then open the envelope on the hammock, it’s a beautiful day outside.”

~~~

You climbed into the hammock and carefully opened the envelope. You could smell his cologne radiating off it. 

Inside was a handwritten letter and a recipe for his famous pancakes. 

You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, preparing yourself for what was coming. 

Dear my lovely, Y/N

I wrote down the recipe for the pancakes, I know you loved them very much. 

It was Lea’s idea actually, she said it would be one way to remember me haha. 

It’s funny because we have so much more that we shared for you to remember me with. 

I left my surfboard at the rental house, your father said the cleaning crew wouldn’t be around until tomorrow. I left it for you to have and cherish, please continue to take care of it for me and clean it as I showed you ~

You jumped from the hammock, racing to the house he spent his time in. His surfboard leaned neatly against the side of the porch fence. 

The house was empty, quiet, and dark. Showing no trace that anyone was ever there. 

The sadness and emptiness in your heart set in, he was really gone. 

You sat on the steps, continuing his letter.

Y/N, the last three months with you were too short. I want nothing more than to cancel my flight and run back into your arms. But we both know unfortunately that can’t happen. 

From the beginning, I knew we would be temporary. Whether that just was friendship or love. But with you, I found both. It was so hard leaving you. 

I tried to remove my feelings. To keep them hidden and tucked away to never surface, but you kept bringing it out. The night of our first kiss I knew I was in trouble. My heart was already yours at that moment, and nothing could stop it. 

Three months here seems like a long time when thinking about it, but when you add the concept of time, it was so short. Summer came and ended. How cruel, isn’t it?

Such a cruel summer. 

I love you, Y/N, till the end of the world. 

You wiped the tears streaming down your face and folded the letter, holding it to your chest. 

“Yes, it is, Kai Kamal Huening,” you took a deep breath, “It really was a cruel summer.”

[snowball-doie]

could you write more about sooah and rhe boys protecting renjun from the comments pretty please

When the negative reaction towards the album begins, the only thing Sooah can do is get on the first flight to London, but that isn't fast enough for her-- She wishes she could just teleport there because they need her now....... but she's more than half a day's worth of travel away.... So the boys do what they can on their end to "fix" the situation. Someone offered up the idea of a livestream since they couldn't do an official one for the album release, and once they got the green light from their team, the boys shoved themselves inside one of the hotel rooms, set up the camera facing the bed, hit "live" and went for it. at first, the comments were okay. they weren't overwhelmingly POSTIIVE, but people were happy to see Renjun, and the international fans were being supportive of the new music and the fact that Haechan wrote two of the songs. Jeno read the comments from his phone. They were far from the camera so they couldn't see them from the bed, so he scrolled on his phone in the corner, keeping the negative comments to himself... Pointing out flaws about Renjun... Saying cruel things about Haechan who worked so hard for the album... Turning their nose up at Mark who "favored" international fans. It seemed at the Korean fans were waking up to the live stream notification and they were less than impressed that the boys chose to go live in the middle of the night in Korea instead of waiting for the morning when their "fans" would be awake-- And because they were angry about that, they hive-mind took over until the comments were unbearable to look at any longer. Jeno tossed his phone to the side. He was only upsetting himself, so he tried to focus on the boys and interacting with the fans who did want to see them and support them, no matter what.

Both Mark and Jeno froze when Renjun woke up from his state of being half-asleep in the bed to grab Jeno's phone, tap the code in, and he began reading the comments. Jeno waited. He hoped that there was nothing bad there, that Renjun wouldn't see the mean things some people had to say about him... But the paleness in his face and the stillness in his movements told Jeno everything he needed to know. Within an instant, Jeno and Mark jumped into action to take the phone from Renjun, and Mark investigated what comments Renjun had scrolled through to figure out how bad it was. Renjun didn't move. His mind was racing with all those bad thoughts he spent the past few months trying to get rid of.

When Sooah gets there hours later, just as the sun is coming up, some of the boys are still awake and ready to greet her-- Not with smiles, but with silent hugs that they take in as they breathe slowly and close their eyes. Sooah holds them close. Mark, who's sacrificed so much of himself to constantly release music for his fans, hides in her arms for five minutes straight with his shoulders shaking occasionally like he's about to crack and start sobbing, but he refuses to let go. Haechan can't keep it together. He's been up so long because of the comments about the songs-- many about his-- and it's so overwhelming and defeating; but all of that fades away when Sooah's arms envelope him and she plays with his hair as he cries against her shoulder. The boys who are fine, who've been left been out of the blunt of the blame, are Chenle, Jaemin, and Jisung, and though they did their best to stay awake to be supportive, they crashed nearly an hour after the live stream ended because Mark and Jeno were pissed off and didn't want to entertain anymore.

"How is he?" Sooah asks. Jeno sighs quietly, "He saw some stuff he shouldn't've." "He's been asleep this entire time," Mark adds, "He fell asleep during the livestream." Sooah smiles shortly. Even while upset, their Renjun could fall asleep anywhere, anytime. So she finally walks into the bedroom to find three boys cuddled up on one of the queen sized beds while Renjun's asleep in the other. When the bed starts to shift as Sooah's weight lands on it, Renjun wakes slightly, his eyes barely opening because the lights are bright and he doesn't have enough energy to open them any further. He whines cutely when he realizes it's Sooah. Maybe it's a dream. Maybe it's not. Regardless, he smiles and lets her maneuver him however she wants so that she can turn him into the little spoon of their cuddle. "Are you doing okay, Xiǎo húlí?" Renjun snuggles closer against her chest and he shakes his head... Still, he's too exhausted to speak, but at least she has a little bit of a response.

In the following days, Renjun doesn't have his phone again. Sooah holds onto it-- They made that deal back in April when Renjun complained he couldn't stop reading the hate messages and just needed to give up his phone-- and he only gets access to it when he needs to text his manager or something like that. Jaemin, Sooah, and Renjun go for walks around Europe. They take pictures and talk for hours and hours. Renjun has no clue that people are still being horrible online. He has no clue that while he's out being distracted, Jeno, Mark, and Haechan are still at the hotel, scrolling through the hate messages, thinking up "apology letters" that they feel are owed to the fans, even though Sooah tried to convince them not to do it.

"Noona, do I need to apologize?" Renjun asks after they're back home in Korea and he hears about the Weverse posts the boys made. Sooah shakes her head, "No, baby, there's nothing for you to apologize for." The boys try to let the whole thing pass over, and any whiff of trouble that comes their way for whatever reason, Mark is the first to take the hit, and if it can't be him, then Jeno steps up to be the punching bag. The boys are all in a silent agreement that the last person to hear about anything bad, the last person to have to face any consequences, the last person to get upset about all of this is going to be Renjun. All the disgruntled fans, questioning executives, and panicked staff members have to go through six guys AND Sooah just to get to Renjun-- And good luck getting past Sooah.

Renjun sneaks out one night to get gifts for everyone since they've been taking care of him and he feels it's necessary to give back to them after everything. He shops for things he knows they'll all enjoy. Daegal gets a dog toy, Jisung gets another pair of sweatpants for dance practice, Haechan gets a new perfume-- Not cologne, perfume, he's very particular about that. On his way around the city, Renjun fiddles with his phone in his pocket. It's tempting. No one's around to stop him from glancing down and scrolling through all those comments he's been shielded from... He's snapped out of his trance when he hears giggling behind him followed by a few camera flashes. Renjun spins around. On the other side of the street, fans are standing there, waving at him, giggling about how excited they are to see him. Renjun relaxes. For a moment there, he was paranoid that they were reporters who would get a bad photo of him on purpose and post it with cruel headlines; Or maybe they were sasaengs who were making fun of him. But no. They're just fans who don't know what to do with themselves when seeing their idol in the wild. Renjun releases his phone in his pocket so that he can smile and wave to the girls across the street who look like they're about to pass out when he acknowledges them.

"Are you okay? Where were you? Fans on Twitter are talking about how you were walking around alone-- Did anyone say something to you? Did they do something to you?" Sooah's holding him still while she's checking every inch of his body for any sign of injuries. "I'm okay, Noona." She finds his phone in his coat pocket, "Did you..." He shakes his head, "I thought about it, but I didn't." Relieved, Sooah throws her arms around Renjun and holds him close. "Don't scare me like that." "I won't, I promise, Noona, I'm sorry." He takes in the moment as he hugs her tight just before Haechan and Jeno sneak up to hug him from behind, prompting the other boys to smother him in a group hug too. Renjun giggles. They might be a tad overprotective, but they sure do love him.

[soullesscinders]

Hawkeye, oh, Hawkeye. (Remake)

"We're gonna lose him, Beej, I don't wanna lose him." Doctor Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce mumbles in his sleep, a moment before waking with a cold start, drenched in sweat, sitting bolt upright in bed.

He looks around his room, grounding himself, trying to calm his racing heart. He's home, in Maine. He left Korea five years ago, and it doesn't seem that Korea left him. Probably never will.

Three years' worth of meatball surgery, ripped sinew and tissue and somehow, miraculously, making it whole again in the bodies of glorified children, who's biggest worries should have been the girls in their hometowns.

Removing enough metal out of kids half his age to build a Studebaker, enough lead to poison a horse.

No matter how many years he spends home, treating common colds, flu, mumps, measles, warts… Mundane illnesses and conditions he used to yearn for, part of him will always be stuck in Korea.

Hawkeye, is stuck in Korea.

But, part of him came home, too.

The part that remembers.

The part that woke up every day, missing his home. The part that was stuck in survival mode for three years straight.

The part that has nightmares every night. The part that won't respond to BJ's incessant letters.

He wants to forget Korea. God knows he's tried.

But he can't. It sticks to him like a plague, like a monster made of bone and tissue.

He's a doctor, a surgeon. Very few people call him Hawkeye.

His dad does.

He flinches every time.

It was more subtle, when he first arrived home, after almost a week straight in different transports, each moment another mile closer to home.

He merely closed his eyes, and sighed.

Now, though… It's almost violent, and immediately throws him back into the chaos of the operating room, trying desperately to save the children that the Chinese and the North Koreans have done their very best in turning into ribbon-

"Hawkeye!" His father calls. Ben flinches, coming out of the memories.

"What, dad?"

"Can ya pass the salt?" Dr. Daniel Pierce, Hawkeye's father, asks.

Hawkeye nods. "Y-Yeah, sorry, dad." He mutters, looking back at his nearly untouched plate. Succotash and mashed potatoes with a pork chop.

Even the meals sometimes remind him of Korea.

"Y'okay, kiddo?" His father asks. Hawkeye just nods, deep in thought.

"Yeah-" He thinks better of it, than lying to his father. "Actually, no. Could you stop callin' me Hawkeye?"

Dr. Daniel Pierce just looks at his son.

"B-But I've always-" He starts, but Ben cuts him off.

"Yeah, I know, dad, I just- I don't wanna be Hawkeye anymore. It's- It's too much, reminds me of…" He trails off. His father knows all too well, the hell his son suffered in Korea.

"I understand, Hawk- Ben. I understand. Sorry, I'll stop callin' you Hawkeye."

Ben nods. At peace, almost.

He doesn't hear the nickname again until nearly a year later, on his way to work at a nearby Maine medical center.

"Hawkeye?" It's BJ. Ben's lack of responding to his letters have lead BJ to flying across the country from Mill Valley, CA, to visit his best friend. Former best friend.

Ben freezes, eyes widening.

"Hawk, it's me, it's BJ- I- I thought the worst happened to y-" Ben cuts him off.

"You need to leave." His tone is cold, unfeeling, shielding the torrent of emotion and panic and fear and-

"But Hawkey-" BJ tries again. Hawkeye whirls on him.

"I'm not him! Stop calling me that!" He shouts, ignoring that they're in the middle of a city. Ben is angry. Angry that BJ had the audacity to come all this way, lecture him about not answering letters, talk to him, reminisce on the worst years of his life and expect them both to just be hunky dory and okay.

But Ben is far from okay.

"Let it go! Let Korea stay in the rearview! You said goodbye, with the rocks and the helicopter pad, and the- and the chopper, and that god awful motorcycle of yours! We said goodbye and I fucking meant it!" He hollers, stalking close to BJ. BJ hardens.

"Well, sue me for coming and checking on you, Hawk. I thought somethin' happened to you." BJ bites. "I told you I'd see you once we were back stateside, I wanted to see my best friend Hawkeye."

Ben laughs, but there's no humor in it.

"You wanted to see Hawkeye, is that it?"

BJ nods, his face a maelstrom of… unreadable, horrid emotions and uncertainty.

"Hawkeye doesn't exist anymore. I'm not the same guy I was in Korea, Beej. I'm not Hawkeye anymore. I can't go back to reminiscing on what we did in the 4077th. I can't. Because that was three years' worth of I don't even have the words to decribe the horror, and I have no interest in looking back on it. Not those kids we stitched together. Not those Colonels and Generals and Majors we dealt with. We were two dudes in an impossible situation, stitching kids back up who's biggest worry should have been their first kiss, and we got to cut their legs off. Call their times of death. Pull enough fuckin' lead outta some of them to poison a small army. The North Koreans and the Chinese and the Army and all of it, brought you and I into that together, and all I can fuckin' do about it, is leave it behind me." Ben snaps, and stomps away.

BJ doesn't know what to do about this. Any of this.

Maybe he was right. Maybe he's not Hawkeye. Maybe he never was. Maybe he is Hawkeye, and always has been.

One thing is for certain, that while Ben made it out of Korea, he'd do his best to make sure that Hawkeye stayed there. No matter how many times it takes for him to flinch when someone calls him by the nickname from The Last of the Mohicans.

Ben left Korea.

But you can bet, that Korea won't ever leave him.

[mamgt]

Vertigo

Chapter 1: A Quarter Life Crisis

Table of Contents

"Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought: useless and disappointing."

Soo-Young recites this by heart for an audience of three but only Jimin witnesses it as his stepfather and sister are both asleep on either side of mother and son. No one could deny that Sola was Lawrence’s daughter by the way they mirror each other, chins tucked to their chests. A habit of falling asleep in front of the television. 

No one could deny that Soo-Young was Jimin’s son. Both hopeless romantics who’ve consumed not only English romance movies but Korean and Filipino as well. Connoisseurs of love. Their hands clasped together in anticipation as if they haven’t watched Hillary Duff’s version of Cinderella for the hundredth time. Even though it was his night, he had asked his mom to choose their movie and he’s never surprised when she chooses Cinderella Story. For some reason, out of all the media she could possibly choose from, this is what made learning English easy for her. She clung on to these words and used them in the odd jobs she had while Jimin was growing up.

Traces of their past echo in the way she mouths the words at the beginning of the movie but Jimin knows her favorite part is the confrontation. When all the fluff and shimmer of love crashes with reality and someone always has to make a choice. Sometimes it’s running to an airport or walking away. It’s never easy but his mom says that that’s where they write the best lines. 

He watches her in endearment, already missing her. 

This was his last night before he flies off to South Korea to study a masters program for two years. The funny thing is, Park Jimin is Korean, full blooded, born and slight raised. However, he hasn’t stepped foot on the soil of his motherland in seventeen years. He looks Korean, his hanguk-mal is rusty but passes for his mom, and his passport says Republic of Korea, but other than that, nothing about Jimin was Korean. In those seventeen years, him and his mom had built a life in the Philippines and never really had a reason to go back.

Except that Park Jimin was having a quarter life crisis and maybe, maybe this will solve it.

The movie continues and they’re coming to the resolution. This is Jimin’s favorite part. When things fall into place. When things start to make sense. When you’re given closure that ties off in a neat little bow of happily ever after. It’s his turn to recite the lines:

“Sorry I waited for the rain.”

“It’s okay.”

Jimin’s always thought that he was Hillary Duff’s character, the one waiting, the one that they ran after, the one that gets found. But he’s been waiting all his life for a love that has never come and a feeling of belongingness he could never grasp even if he tries. Even if he fakes it. Because Park Jimin is Korean but he doesn’t know what that means anymore. 

The credits roll and he feels rather than sees his mom pull him to her chest. They don’t talk. Not yet. They know there will be time, words to say at the airport like how the movies show it. For now, it’s just him and his mom before the two stir awake like clockwork. They always seem to know when the movie ends because that’s when they wake up. 

Soo-young kisses the top of Jimin’s head like she’s done so many times but he feels like he’s fourteen again, lost and scared. He can’t believe he’s doing this but he has to try. He wants answers and he can’t wait anymore. It’s useless and disappointing because Jimin isn’t the one people run after. He has to be the one. He has to look for answers. He’ll have to find himself. 

꩜꩜꩜

All four of them stand in front of the check-in counters at the airport, three hours before Jimin’s flight. Jimin may not be Filipino but he’s sure on Filipino time. Three hours before your flight is just right. He could already go in and wait at his gate since he already checked in online and his luggages were stickered up and taken away via conveyor belt but they linger outside. If Jimin goes to his gate, he can’t take his family with him. 

“Do you have to go?”

Sola whines the same line she’s been saying for the past weeks since she was told Jimin would be gone for two years. She sounds like a broken record and Jimin would feel endeared that his little sister would miss him but it feels more like a chisel breaking down his already fragile resolve. He’s scared enough as it is and he’s a worrier by nature. He wants to tell her no, he doesn’t have to. He’ll stay. But he’s 27 years old and Sola is 7 years old. One of them has to be the adult. One of them has to take a leap of faith.

“I’ll bring you home lots of pasalubongs. You like the biscuit Binch right? I’ll get you those?”

“You can get that here, too! What’s so special about Korea, huh?”

Jimin can’t help but laugh. No one would know Sola and Jimin were siblings. The age difference doesn’t help either but when Sola gets frustrated, her face never lies and it contorts to sharp lines, which is the only time Jimin can see their resemblance. Jimin can’t hide his emotions too. 

He crouches down and whispers to her ear, “If it sucks, I promise to come back as soon as possible.” He finishes off by tickling her and her face contorts to happiness now, showing the gap in her teeth where her adult tooth hasn’t grown yet. 

“I bet…it’ll…suck!” Sola says out loud in between giggles. Jimin pulls her to a hug and squeezes her. He straightens himself and hugs Lawrence next. 

“Take care of them, okay?” Jimin tells him.

“I will.” He pulls away and holds Jimin by his arms. His eyes a little wet and before Jimin could say something he moves away and pats him on the shoulder. His mom comes to view and they stare at each for awhile. Jimin realizes, just now, that this is the first time in his whole life that he will be separated from her and the swell in his heart turns into tears he can’t stop. 

“Eomma…”

Soo-Young reaches out to him and holds his face, lightly caressing his cheeks, wiping his tears. She must’ve had the same realizations because she’s also spilling out tears after tears. Jimin hasn’t seen her cry in so long and it hurts more to know he’s the cause of it. It’s bittersweet, though, he knows. She’s beaming at him and it looks like rain on a sunny day. 

“When did you grow up, huh?” She asks him in Korean and he laughs. She pulls him towards her and she had to go on her tiptoes to be able to put her chin on his shoulder. 

“I miss you so so so much already.”

“Me too.” Jimin replies in the same language. The simple Korean he knows. The ones he hopes he could get by with. Otherwise, all the words he knows are the ones from romantic comedies he’s watched with his mom.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” His mom says back. 

꩜꩜꩜

Jimin hasn’t done a lot of things.

Besides flying alone for the first time and leaving his mother’s side, there is a wide range of things Jimin hasn’t done. 

Like, he’s never been pissed out drunk. He’s drank alcohol but he was always the designated responsible friend whenever he went out, which was rarely. He’s never had his eyes pierced but he’s daydreamed of where he would place them on his ears and how many (two on each side). He’s never had a tattoo but has always wanted one. He knows where he wants it and what he’s going to put but has never done it. He’s never smoked or tried any drugs. He’s not sure about if he’d like to try. And for a person who believes wholeheartedly in love, he’s never been in love. He’s never been kissed and if he’s never been kissed, he hasn’t done anything of the other things too. He’s never had a partner or even someone to fool around with. 

So Jimin’s quarter life crisis had extended its claws not only to his identity and career, but also on his love life. He knows that he’s to blame. He’s spent most of his growing years trying to follow the rules, getting good grades, running to the invisible finish line only to find that he hates his office job even though he’s good at it. His school awards mean nothing in the long run. And no matter how much he adjusted and adapted to different people, he could never fit in. There was always something wrong.

If it were just one aspect of his life, he wouldn’t be pushed to this extreme but something had to be done. It wasn’t even that crazy of an idea. Almost all of his friends and peers were flying out of the country either working elsewhere or settling down in another country for better opportunity. He, too, was sold on the idea that maybe grass was greener on the other side but he knew, he knew that he wasn’t going to fly off to Canada or Paris. It was the hole in his heart that he refuses to acknowledge that calls to him. The question that he’s been holding back that has grown from an itch to a whole allergic reaction that he can’t seem to resist anymore. 

It’s foolish to think that two years and country would change him, would give him answers, give him the resolution he needs, so he doesn’t expect that. But he does promise himself he’ll step out of his comfort zone. If he makes a fool of himself, he already has pre-planned exit. Two years. Two years of whatever he needs to do to find himself. Two years to make sense of things and then he’ll go home. Whether or not something happens, he goes home. He either misses Korea or he lets it go completely, like he’s always wanted. 

The reality of his decisions doesn’t hit him until he opens the door of the apartment he’s renting and finds the place dark and empty. His plane had landed at night and Jimin was more terrified of getting lost than actually taking into the fact that he was in Korea, actualizing the plans he’s been making for over a year. The spreadsheets of finances, accommodations, different schools that he had color-coded and printed it out over and over again was right here. He didn’t even feel the chill of the February air until he felt the emptiness of the apartment. He turns on the light and closes the door behind him. The only sound that echoes through is the lock clicking into place and a short melody that plays. 

Jimin hasn’t done a lot of thing. Jimin’s never been alone. He may never had had a partner but he’s always lived with someone. He’s always had his mom. Even farther into his past, he had both of his biological parents. But for awhile now he’s had a full house with Lawrence and then Sola. He does have a neighbor, Jung Hoseok. He lives across from Jimin and is his landlord. He is also the owner of the coffee shop below their apartments. It’s too late in the night to make acquaintances. He hopes he can make acquaintances. He was very kind and patient with Jimi when he was coordinating with online, used to having foreign students since his place is near the university. 

Jimin doesn’t want to but he finds himself crying. He doesn’t really like to cry but he lets himself do this. Do things he’s never done. This is a new chapter in his life.

[Next Chapter]

[thekdramallama]

Love Next Door. Episode 3.

It is going to take me forever to watch the series because I’ve been working extra since I’m on deadline so I’ve been tired and only able to really watch a few minutes at a time before I get too tired and can’t keep my eyes open to watch anymore than that.

. . . . . . .

That seems like an uncomfortable way to have breakfast. The atmosphere and the clothing. I’ll eat before I dress in a white top, thank you very much.

Oof. Idk if she’ll get the hint that she SUCKS from them pointedly ignoring her.

She said the toast sucks but that didn’t look like toast.

Why is she so obsessed with French food?

ARE THEY HAVING SALAD FOR BREAKFAST? That sounds horrible. I love salad but never before noon. That just doesn’t sound life a fun way to wake up. That’s too much of a chewing workout so early in the day.

Yes they want you to leave.

Three slices of Plain (untoasted) bread and mixed greens for breakfast. 🥴 no wonder her personality is like that.

🤣 that’s one way to get someone to help you take care of a plant.

I mean FL’s mom isn’t entirely wrong. Sure a lot of people can be lazy and be happily unemployed while letting everyone else take care of them while they contribute nothing to anything(I consider SAH people who d take care of things to be employed because they are actively working, payment is just different), but I’m employed and paid well enough I don’t need a second job… I just work one because I enjoy it. (I actually love both jobs).

Food service is a hard pass for me, but I think I’d be cool with making 김밥. As long as it included being able to move around, not standing in one place for too long. My body hates that.

Lmao 🤣 she just coded a clock to schedule how to spend the day being lazy.

I love how that comic book store looks. The spines are like orderly rainbows.

My dog will look away like that if she knows I want her to do something she doesn’t want to. 🤣

I bet her letter to herself mentions her dream career.

Honestly, I don’t know how it took her that long to get bored. I would’ve been bored the first day by lunch. 

🤣🤣🤣 I’ve seen this actress so many times before but can’t renege the titles of the dramas. But I remember that I’ve lived here acting in each one. She’s so underrated and talented.

Honestly, I would have expected the medics to leave their shoes on. That’s time critical to a sick or injured person. The floor can be cleaned or replaced. A life cannot be replaced.

Also, there’s putting them back on when leaving. If they did it just for the set because it wasn’t real, then they could have cut that out of the scene. It wouldn’t have taken away from anything. But I’m questioning why they didn’t just cut it. … Not that it matters either way.

Moving on!

Why do you look so sad to see her interviewing? Doesn’t he want her to get a job?

Most people don’t do what they want because most people don’t know what kind of job they actually wanna do. Having a job job you enjoy doing doing makes a huge difference. It’s the only reason why I work two jobs. Because I love them both and they both give me different things and reasons to be proud and fulfilled.

I’m glad it wasn’t weird sport injury.

But are most drivers in Korea just plowing into people and forgetting how to use their eyes and breaks?

Kinda fucked up that she forgot that. 😬

She’s a good employee.

lol I love the way she climbed through his window just to swear at him then brought out a hatchet 🤣🤣

She’s dumb for not taking her shoes off first. XD

I wonder how realistic is it is for Koreans to just not tell someone they are secretly in love with them for decades. Is it just a romance trope in books/shows/movies? And if it is typical, are they just raised to hold off on telling someone they have feelings for them? Or something else?

[eggtimetofly]

Too much talk

I have a lot to talk about today

I wake up in the morning, sleepy-eyed, stretching after a run, crying to myself. And then I get angry

“Why do I feel like crap when I'm on the phone with you? When I'm on the phone with the universe, I feel like I'm the most important thing in the world. Are you my mom?”

It's been a disgusting week Because my mom only says things in her favor to those around her, and everyone around hime sees him through her eyes and makes false judgments about each other.

She's always been like that. But I always forget that

I use her card a lot and I'm not independent on it I don't want to I want to take revenge on her For the harshness she gives me, even though I haven't spoken to her or called her in a year I'm still there

Yesterday was three years since I left Korea. I don't miss it, but on my wall, in red letters, I wrote, “I'm never going back to Korea. in red letters.

My dad made my mom feel like the most worthless person in the world when he talked about me and asked for money to pay off credit card bills and borrowed money. And he dries people's blood to make them feel that way constantly. And he continues to verbally abuse her.

Before, I thought differently because I thought of him as a father, not a human being. No, this time I see him as a human being, and he is a demon at the bottom of the world.

He says that what I'm doing is ugly and that he doesn't have children anymore. My mom tells me this over and over again. She likes it when people are on her side and comfort her. because they comfort her.

And she always follows the same pattern. She packs up the things in the house. She says she's getting a divorce, she gets ready, she gets a free lawyer. It's been happening for 35 years.

“You really want a divorce? You don't just want to end his slavery. like I'm playing your card?”

I wish both my mom and dad were dead. Yeah, I'm disgusting too. I'm garbage too

I'm the worst at what I do and I can't even do my job, I walk around and think about what I do for a living, and I distract myself with other thoughts.

How do I make money? This is probably the wrong question.

I should be doing what I love, and if I do something that doesn't pay the bills, I won't be recognized for it, I feel even more disgusted, and I wonder if I've spent my life chasing money, chasing money, chasing money?

I want to love, I want to go to new places, I want to grow. But I'm angry. Even now, my head hurts, hot and full of negative words.

If I had wings, would I jump out of that window and be happy somewhere else? What's the point of living in a world like this, a world where nothing will change without me? I'll never go to Korea.

What do you think? What can I do to make you not go back to Korea, Junghyun? What do you think?

[agentcable]

Taxi Driver 2 Ep. 1 and 2

After completing their last mission, some members of the Rainbow Taxi revenge team decided to pursue different career paths. Kim Do-Ki stayed with Rainbow Taxi alongside Jang Sung-Chul, while the others moved on to new jobs. Two years later, Kim Do-Ki travels to Vietnam to assist a father in finding his missing son, who went there for work. As the case becomes more complex and dangerous, Ahn Go-Eun, Choi Kyung-Koo, and Park Jin-Eon return to Rainbow Taxi to do what they do best. Rainbow Taxi also hires a new employee, On Ha-Joon.

Season 2 Episode 1 "5283 Resume Operation" Season 2 Episode 2 "I Can't Even Tell"

The series is based on real-life heinous crimes committed in Korea and has received praise from viewers for its performances and storylines.

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

Episode 1 "5283 Resume Operation"

The first episode of Taxi Driver Season 2 starts with news of several criminal cases being reported on the news. Public outrage shifts from one case to another, including the case of three men who were imprisoned for running a pornographic site and publishing content of their victims.

One of the victims even attempted suicide. The scene shifts to the prison where the three are being taken to court for their trial. They show no fear or remorse on their faces, as they are confident they will be put on probation after the trial.

Kim Do-Ki, along with three other men, was being taken to court when the van they were in met with an accident and flipped over. Do-Ki warned the others to put on their seatbelts before the accident. After the accident, Do-Ki escaped the scene with the three men in his taxi, while Choi Kyung-Koo and Park Jin-Eon emerged from behind.

Do-Ki gives them drinks that cause them to lose consciousness. A backup team of police and an ambulance arrive at the scene. The three wake up in an abandoned building and see the news of their escape. They are shocked to learn that they have escaped with weapons and are now facing a life imprisonment sentence.

The police arrived and arrested the three individuals, causing them to panic and shout that they were innocent. Do-Ki and the rest of the team witnessed the scene from a distance, while Jang Sung-Chul retrieved the money that the criminals had hidden in a locker.

The scene shifts to two years ago when the Rainbow Taxi team disbanded. Sung-Chul was arrested, but he was cleared of all charges. However, his taxi business hit rock bottom within a year. With only Do-Ki left, he asks Sung-Chul why he resists calling the others back.

Sung-Chul expressed that he does not want to involve others anymore and disrupt their lives. This is why he behaves sternly every time the others visit him. However, he has not let Do-Ki go because he is aware that Do-Ki will return to their previous behaviour if left alone.

Meanwhile, Kyung-Koo and Jin-Eon reminisce about their days in the Rainbow Taxi team, while Go-Eun encounters a distressed father who is looking for his son. Go-Eun asked her seniors why they couldn't help him, but they replied that she should focus on her own work and not get involved in other departments.

The distressed woman wants to rejoin the Rainbow Taxi team. Meanwhile, Sung-Chul is posting advertisements around the city to call for help. The scene then shifts to a distressed father who is pushed to the edge of wanting to commit suicide when he sees the ad offering help.

Sung-Chul heard his pleas, and Do-Ki arrived to hear his story. They discovered that his son had applied for a job without his knowledge and left to go abroad for an exchange program. He discovered the job opportunity after losing contact with his son. He then traveled to Cotaya, Vietnam to reunite with him.

He sought help from the police, but they denied him assistance because his son is of legal age. Later, he finds a letter in his mail from his son. The letter seemed more like a suicide note. In the letter, his son tells him about being a gambler. The police later confirmed this after being told that his son had already contacted the embassy.

He couldn't believe it. He searched for help on his own and even put up posters of his son to get assistance. Eventually, he became overwhelmed with grief and decided to end his life. After hearing his story, Do-Ki convinces Sung-Chul to take the case by pointing out the importance of the letter sent by the son, Lee Dong-Jae.

Episode 2 "I Can't Even Tell"

In season 2 episode 2 of Taxi Driver, Sung-Chul loses contact with Do-Ki, who is in trouble. Sung-Chul considers calling Go-Eun, but she convinces him to reveal what the two have been up to.

Meanwhile, Kyung-Koo and Jin-Eon use their information to find out Lee Dong-Jae's last whereabouts from the police station and then travel to Vietnam. Additionally, Do-Ki discovers Dong-Jae's scribbles in the book and hears a commotion caused by another man who has managed to escape outside.

He was not caught by the security guards and entered a restaurant seeking help. The restaurant happened to belong to the gang members. Meanwhile, Do-Ki freed himself from the cell and searched for his glasses to contact Sung-Chul. He was suprised to find Go-Eun on the other side.

He requests that she create a gaming program for him and presents it as his own work the following day to deceive the goons. They are impressed by this accomplishment and show the program to their superiors. However, the game suddenly stops working, and Do-Ki blames the goons. After witnessing this, the boss of the goons instruct Do-Ki to create another programm and uses the goon as an "example".

When the runaway man is brought in to have his ankle cut off, Do-Ki is taken to another room. However, he manages to save the man just in time. He then requests that the two men who came with him be allowed to help him build the program.

Do-Ki's request is fulfilled, and the boss teaches the goon a lesson. Some of their fellow men leave while the three settle into their new room. Do-Ki asks for their help, and the two comply. Kyung-Koo and Jin-Eon encounter Madam Lim and escape quickly.

Do-Ki leaves the room again and makes his way out of their boundaries while the other two men pretend to work with a dummy. The goon attempted to fix the program by inserting the game file on a pen drive into one of their computers. This action gave Go-Eun access to hack their system.

Do-Ki is almost attacked by his taxi drivers, but he teaches them a lesson and steals their ride. He then kidnaps the guide who brought them to the company's location and asks for information about the racket.

Later, he sees Kyung-Koo and Jin-Eon and picks them up, which leads him to discover Madam Lim. Quickly, he devises a plan to make the various teams of this racket regroup and purposely shows himself to Madam Lim. She discovers that he has ordered alcohol to be delivered to an address and goes there the next day.

She leads and attack on the building and forces the thugs to flee with the workers and regroup with the other teams. Do-Ki successfully reaches the headquarters, while the thug is beaten up for his actions. At that moment, the main boss emerges, and Go-Eun, who is watching through Do-Ki's glasses, is shocked to see that it is her senior from the police station.

At the end of Taxi Driver season 2 episode 2, we discover that the police chief spoke to Dong-Jae's father when he filed a missing complaint with the police. She reveals Do-Ki the true identity and urges him to stay safe. The police chief then order the men to write a suicide note for their families before they are taken away to be disposed of.

At this moment, Do-Ki rebels and fights back against all the goons present. He beats them all up and chases the police chief. The case leads them to an abandoned amusement park where the police chief stands in front of him with a gun.

However, just before he can pull the trigger, a bullet from elswhere pierces him, and he dies on the spot. Do-Ki is shocked by this sudden turn of events and looks around, but finds nothing. The local police soon arrive, and the news of this gang is revealed to the world.

Later, Do-Ki takes Dong-Jae back home for a touching reunion with his father. Meanwhile, viewers are shown the picture of the Rainbow team standing together, ready for more cases ahead. However, this comes after Go-Eun and Kyung-Koo confirm their resignation from their jobs.

After the post-credit scene, we are taken back to the amusement park shot. A voice on the phone instructs to gather all information about Kim Do-Ki.

The Nth Room Case

In the first episode of the second season of Taxi Driver, Do-Ki and the Rainbow Taxi team seek revenge against the perpetrators of the Nth Room crime. This real-life criminal case made headlines in South Korea and around the world.

Between 2018 and 2020, the "Nth Room" case in South Korea involved blackmail, cybersex trafficking, and the spread of sexually exploitative videos via the Telegram app. Moon Hyung-Wook, also known as "god god", sold videos of sexual exploitation on Telegram channels and groups.

A man using the screen name "Doctor" operated a copycat crime known as the "Doctor's Room". He is accused of blackmailing dozens of women, forcing them to take sexually exploitative videos, with some involving rape.

At least 103 people, including 26 minors, have been confirmed as victims. Their pictures were shared and sold to over 260,000 IDs (which was narrowed down to about 60,000 users, taking into consideration overlapping profiles) and were anonymously paid for in cryptocurrency.

Gender profiling in South Korea has led to the blackmailing of women. In the "Nth Room" case, for instance, women aspiring to become models are offered jobs through social media, which leads them to take pornographic images of themselves. Individuals like Cho Joo-Bin then blackmail these women by threatening to release the content to their families.

"Nth Room"

Moon Hyung-Wook, known as the user "God God", created eight groups named after their ordinal numbers (hence the name "Nth Room") and uploaded sexually exploitative pornography. The content of the improved text is as close as possible to the source text, with the following changes made: the sentence structure has been simplified, and the vocabulary has been made more accessible. The groups were named after ordinal numerals and advertised in a Telegram group called "Gotham Room" by another user known as "Watchman".

"Professor's Room"

A Twitter (now known as X) user with the nickname "Doctor" posted part-time job offers, seeking personal information from girls who applied. "Doctor" distributed sexually exploitative pornography via a Telegram chatroom, which was only accessible through cyptocurrency payment. In July 2019, "Doctor" coerced women to appear in pictures and videos, which were then uploaded. When the reports first emerged, the personal information of the reporter was found and released. Additionally, a high school student in Incheon was operating various Telegram chat rooms that distributed child pornography, links for purchasing drugs, and shared tips for dealing with police investigations.

First reports and public reaction

Throughout 2019, reports emerged of illegal content being shared on Telegram. In January, the Seoul Shinmun uncovered a secret Telegram room distributing child pornography. Similary, in April of that year, Sisa Journal reported that Telegram was being used as a platform for sharing illegal pictures and videos.

When the "Nth Room" case became known on male-dominated online communities, a man contacted 112 to report it. However, the police ignored the report as they did not consider it credible. In July 2019, two female university students, who went by the team name of Team Flame, were the first known people to investigate the Nth Room case. The Electronic Times was the first media outlet to report on the case on August 12. The case had significant social impact and sparked public outrage.

Sentencing

Cho Joo-Bin was found guilty of his crimes on November 26, 2020 and was sentenced to 40 years in prison. He reportedly expressed his desire to apologize to his victims. In October 2021, the sentence was increased to 42 years in prison, as revealed in the Netflix documentary "Cyber Hell: Exposing an Internet Horror". The trailer to the documentary is below.

The documentary also reported that Moon Hyung-Wook was sentenced to 34 years in prison in November 2021. Collaborating with cyrptocurrency companies, authorities have arrested 3,757 people linked to the Nth Room crimes as of December 2020. Out of those, 245 have been imprisoned.

The YouTube channel "KST by The Korea Times" features a 50-minute documentary on this topic.

The Aftermath

The law underwent some changes after the case was concluded.

Revision of the Sexual Violence Punishment law

Prior to the revision, only the distribution, sale, lease, and provision of illegal photographs were punishable. The current law has added regulations that also impose sentences of up to three years in prison of a fine of up to 30 million won on those who possess, purchase, store, or view illegal sexual pornographs. Even if you film a video yourself, the law clarifies that if someone spreads it against your will, the disseminator will be punished ant the sentence will be increased.

Those who threaten or coerce using photographs that can cause sexual shame may face a prison sentence of more than one year and up to three years. This act is commonly known as blackmail.

For cases of robbery and rape, a person may receive a sentence of up to three years in prison for preliminary and conspiracy charges. The legal sentence for illegal filming and production has also been strengthened.

Revision of criminal law

The revision of criminal law has resulted in the age of consent standard for rape of minors being raised from 13 to 16.

Perpetrators who were previously not sentenced due to lack of evidence can now be sentenced for up to three years in prison for preliminary and conspiracy charges related to rape and similar crimes.

Hiding of crime profits

Additionally, hiding crime profits is now a punishable offence. Digital sexual violence crimes pose a challenge in proving the relevance between individual crimes and criminal profits, making it difficult to withdraw such profits.

Revision of the Youth Protection law

The Youth Protection law has been revised to identify children and adolescents subject to prostitution as victims. Individuals who have committed simple sex crimes against children and adolescents, as well as those who have committed simple sex crimes, are subject to personal disclosure.

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↳ Index [Chapter 01 - Oolong]

Warnings: short mentions of car accidents & memory loss but it’s nothing major, a lil bit of creepiness but again nothing major

Wordcount: 8.1k

a/n: and so it begins, one of the softest, most comforting stories i have ever written :(

Three years ago you were living a different life. You have no memory of this life, but you were told that you were.

You were living in the big city, where people didn’t know you and millions of stories lived out collectively at the same place and the same time. You had a job at one of Korea's biggest banks, something along the lines of director of finances. At least that’s what they told you in the hospital.

You had a big apartment, so big that your mouth fell open when you returned to it once your rehab was over.

You also had lots of friends, so you were told, but in the countless months you spent in the hospital just two of them visited you. Strange for someone with supposedly dozens and dozens of friends. At least with the memory loss you didn’t feel heartbroken about the fact that the majority of them didn’t want to see you. You couldn’t really blame them either. You can’t even imagine how you would have reacted if you had gotten a call that your friend was in a car accident and that the chances of survival were at twenty percent. You did however survive, waking up after two months in a coma, totally confused and unable to remember your own name.

Walking was hard at first, actually, everything was hard at first. Your fingers weren’t used to holding things anymore and even breathing was hard on some days.

But with time and the loving care of your nurses, you learned to be human again. The doctors called you a miracle and that you must have been given a second chance by the universe.

And so you took that second chance and decided to leave your past life behind. You left the big city to instead move into the little cottage on the countryside, which your grandparents had apparently left you. You quit your job, knowing fully well they wouldn’t have taken you back either way and with just the essentials stuffed into a little moving van started the journey to your new life just one month after being released.

That was already three years ago and there wasn’t a moment you regret your decision. With your savings you bought a little tea shop and turned it into your new profession. Nowadays it is the most popular tea shop - slash bakery - in your town. With a population of around 800 people it is probably not hard to become popular, especially because you were the only tea shop in your village, but you were proud of your achievement nonetheless. Just last spring you were even able to expand your business and hire your first ever employee.

The former is currently sweeping the floor clean when you enter the tea shop, a happy melody is on his lips and his body is swaying in a little dance.

“Good morning Hoseok. You seem cheerful today”, you greet the red-haired man.

He stops dancing to bow his head, sending you a bright smile.

“Good morning ma’am. I am really happy today, thank you for asking. How about you ma’am?” he says loudly, pronouncing every syllable with care.

“How often do I have to tell you to talk casually to me?” you chuckle fondly, making Hoseok blush in embarrassment.

“Ah, I always forget, forgive me, force of habit”, he confesses, scratching the back of his neck.

“No worries”, you assure him to which he visibly relaxes his shoulders, “tell me, is Jimin here already?”

Hoseok shrugs his shoulders. “I haven’t checked the kitchen yet. I just came here and started cleaning right away.”

“Alright, thank you. I’ll go check on him then.”

“Yes ma’am”, Hoseok nods obediently before continuing his work.

You smile fondly. He will never change.

When you enter the kitchen, it already smells like freshly baked goods and upbeat music plays softly through the old radio on the counter. Jimin is kneading a ball of bright green dough when you pat his shoulder in greeting.

“Oh!” he startles, jumping at the contact.

“It’s just me. Don’t worry”, you laugh at the shocked expression on his round face when he turns.

His face relaxes, the frown turning into his signature smile.

“You startled me, wow”, he chuckles, “Glad you came however, I wanted to talk to you either way.”

“Talk to me? Did something happen?” you ask, tilting your head to the side.

“We ran out of strawberries last night and I only realised after having kneaded the dough”, he explains, pointing at the green rice dough he worked on previously.

“Don’t worry, I called the Kims this morning. They will deliver fresh fruits at around lunch time today.”

“Oh that is terribly late though”, he mumbles, scratching his chin. Pieces of dough stuck to his skin.

“Then how about you fill the pies with something else today?” you suggest, cleaning off his chin with gentle fingers, “we still have some raspberries in the freezer.”

Jimin thinks for a moment, grabbing his chin again. New dough sticks to his skin, almost making you chuckle. How endearing.

“Maybe this could work. The taste would be different of course, but I could replace the vanilla with marzipan and then top the pies off with some almonds”, his eyes light up, “this could actually work. Thank you, I was already giving up.”

You brush the dough away one more time, making him lower his eyes in bashfulness.

“Glad I could help. Those pies sound delicious.”

He smiles brightly, his eyes turning into little crescent moons.

“Then back to work I would say. I have so much to do”, he sings excitedly, skipping back to the freezer room.

“Have fun baking. I’ll be in the front if you need me”, you call after him and leave the kitchen to finally get ready for today.

The day starts off calm as always. Your regulars visit you to get a cup of Hoseok’s town-famous vanilla oolong. Mrs Oh and her small, fragile husband come at exactly nine twenty, sitting down on the small, round table in the corner of the bakery. Like always they talk loudly about the weather and how it will soon be winter, yes even in summer it will soon be winter in their eyes, and share a glass of water from which they both drink for a good hour. Once Mrs Oh and her husband left with a loaf of fresh rye bread, the town’s mayor struts through the door, fixing his colourful tie before greeting you with a loud “hello the mayor’s here”. You ask him “Mister Mayor, are you late for work again?” to which he laughs and shakes his head. Like always he tells you “the telly kept me up last night and my alarm clock is broken” and then gets a big paper cup of Hoseok’s town-famous vanilla oolong. He’ll comment on Hoseok’s hair colour, “where do you get dye like this?” and then strut out of the tea shop to make his way to the town hall. At exactly ten minutes before twelve the elementary teacher Miss Jang and her daughter Sooha get their three strawberry pies - today they are raspberry pies - and Sooha gets her warm milk with honey. And just like that the morning at the bakery comes to an end.

Hoseok puts his jeans jacket on, fixing the collar. He looks at the mirror on the wall, brushing through his hair. Jimin comes out a moment later, apron left in the kitchen and instead a grey, long coat sits on his shoulders. He joins Hoseok by the mirror, checking his face for any traces of flour. Then they both turn to you, both of them smiling brightly.

“You want to join us boss?” Hoseok asks.

“We want to try old Mister Choi’s new mussel soup today”, Jimin says.

“You guys go without me today, the Kims will arrive in around ten minutes and I need to welcome them”, you tell them, to which both pout in distaste.  

“Should we get some takeout for you?” Hoseok asks, to which you dismiss him with a wave of your hand.

“I’m okay guys, don’t worry about me and enjoy your lunch break.”

“Yes ma’am thank you ma'am”, Hoseok says, nodding obediently.

You watch the two men leave the shop. Jimin is hitting Hoseok's arm gently, scolding him for being so formal with you to which the latter mumbles a quiet “can’t help it.”

Chuckling fondly to yourself, you finish cleaning the last tables and as you rinse your cleaning rag, you can already hear the shrill horn of the Kims’ truck.

You raise your head, watching a turquoise truck pull up in front of the café and then two men get out. They are waving at you through the windows the moment they lay eyes on you.

“Taehyung, Namjoon hello, you look good today”, you greet them.

“You too”, Taehyung smiles before his straw hat slips down to his nose, “the new apron looks pretty”, he says, fixing the hat with a boyish grin.

“Doesn’t it? Hoseok sewed new aprons for us. I think the bees go lovely with the season”, you explain.

“True, true. Bees are very summery”, Taehyung agrees, nodding his head so vigorously that his straw hat slips down to his nose a second time.

As he is busy fixing his hat once again, you turn your attention to Namjoon. He is rummaging around in the back of the truck, back hunched and grunts of exhaustion leaving him.

“Do you need help?” you offer to which Namjoon raises his head. He looks over the rim of the trucks railing, the lenses of his round glasses smeared with dirt as always.

“I’m good”, he says, eyes wandering over to Taehyung.

“Taehyung! Stop fumblin’ wit' your hat and help me, will ya?” he orders to which Taehyung straightens up in an instant.

He nods obediently, holding his hat to prevent it from slipping down a third time.

“Comin’ hyung!”

You follow Taehyung to the rear end of the truck, watching the two men unload the eight boxes of fresh fruit.

“I expected the three of you today. Where’s Seokjin?”

“Milka gave birth and he is helpin’ with the delivery”, Namjoon explains.

“Finally, I was scared the old cow doesn’t wanna let go of her baby”, Taehyung jokes.

“Wow congrats”, you look at Taehyung, “you already have a name for the baby?”

“Yes of course”, Taehyung jumps from the truck, cleaning his hands on his dungarees, “Schoki, which means chocolate in German, because he is gon’ be just as brown as chocolate”, he explains proudly.

“What a name. Milka and Schoki, one could think you are a chocolate factory”, you chuckle.

“Right? The little rascal is gon' ruin our image with all those silly names”, Namjoon says, ruffling through Taehyung's hair fondly.

The latter complains with a loud whine, face covered behind the knocked down hat.

“Stop babyin’ me hyung, I’m only a year younger than you.”

“At heart you’ll always stay my little baby brother”, Namjoon ruffles Taehyung's hair some more, which only makes Taehyung pout just that harder.

He had just fixed his hat and now it’s all tilted again.

“You two, I swear to heavens”, you chuckle, watching their cute antics with fond eyes.

Namjoon jumps off the truck as well, picking up two boxes. He peeks at you over the boxes.

“Where d'you want us to put them?”

“Oh yeah right! The deliveries, I totally forgot. Put them in the freezer room like always. Thank you”, you tell them, opening the doors for them.

Once all the boxes are stored in the kitchen, it is already time for the two brothers to leave again. You aren’t the only customer they need to attend to today. Their farm is highly successful. The bakeries and restaurants from neighbouring towns also rely on their high-quality produce and the day of deliveries has only started for them.

“I’ll tell Seokjin you said hi”, Namjoon says after having rolled the windows down.

“Thank you, I’ll come visit you guys soon, promise. I want to meet Schoki”, you tell them.

“Yes please do”, Taehyung calls from the driver's seat, head peeking from behind Namjoon.

“I promise. See you guys”, you smile.

“See you”, they say in unison, rolling up their windows and then Taehyung finally drives off.

One hour later Jimin and Hoseok come back from their lunch break, both carrying a take-out for you despite you telling them not to worry about you. They never listen. Once you ate your food, because neither Jimin nor Hoseok would let you go back to work on an empty stomach, you join Hoseok at the counter, ready to serve the many afternoon customers. Most of the customers you get in the afternoon are tourists. As your little town is surrounded by mountains and many hiking trails, tourists are a daily occurrence in your tea shop. Today a group of loudly chatting Europeans came over to buy two sandwiches each.”We need the calories if we want to reach the mountain top”, one of them told you. “That’s the right mindset”, you agree and wish them luck on their hike. Later in the evening you can watch them strut past the tea shop, faces heated from the walk.

At exactly six thirty you close the shop like always. Jimin is the first to leave, driving home with his old, squeaking bike whilst whistling a happy melody. Hoseok is the next to leave, but not before bowing deeply at you and wishing you a good night. You scold him for being so formal, which makes him blush and stutter a cute apology. Once Hoseok is gone as well, you lock the doors and begin your way home.

The tea shop isn’t that far away from your cottage, just a few hills up and down and then you can already see the small river making its way through the weeping willows and your house right at the riverbed.

Like always, your little black cat Levi is waiting for you by the door, meowing loudly and circling your legs until you pick him up.

“Hello Levi, I missed you too. Did you have a lovely day?” you ask, hugging him to your chest.

He meows loudly, wiggling vehemently.

“Fine I’m already putting you down. Geez”, you murmur.

Levi shakes himself, looks up at you with his grey eyes and meows loudly.

“You are acting as if I didn’t feed you in the morning. Come on, I’ll give you your dinner”, you say, walking to the kitchen to give your poor starving boy some food.

Two hours later you are in bed, ready to end the day with Levi by your feet and the book, you had read mere seconds earlier, on the bedside table.

“Good night Levi”, you tell him, turning off your lights and snuggling into your pillow.

Three years ago your life was totally different. Nowadays, your life has a routine. You know what you were going to do at a specific time of your day and you know who you were going to meet where and when. To some it may seem boring, but to you it is perfect. Simple and yet never boring.

The sun wakes you the next morning. Levi is cuddled to your chest, purring quietly. You roll onto your back, careful not to wake him and listen to the first birds singing their songs.

“Good morning Levi”, you say, stretching your arms above your head and sitting up afterwards.

Levi raises his head, hissing a cute complaint for waking him before he jumps to his feet and crawls into your lap.

“Someone is cuddly today”, you chuckle, stroking his soft fur, “come let’s get breakfast.”

His ears twitch at that and a moment later he is off the bed and struts to his empty bowl. He likes chicken the most, it’s making his tail wag the quickest and his little meows sound just that much cuter. Whilst Levi is eating his breakfast, you make yourself a big cup of black tea and make your way to your sunroom afterwards. Levi follows you of course. He does not want to miss out on whatever you plan on doing.

“Wow, look how nice it is today”, you gush, watching the green leaves of the willows dance in the breeze. You pull the rocking chair, which has previously stood next to the bookshelf, into the middle of the sunroom and sit down on it afterwards.

The sun is surprisingly warm for the time of the year. The blanket, you had wanted to throw over your legs to keep yourself warm, lays forgotten on the couch. Levi will make it his' later when you are gone for work.

You close your eyes and sigh happily, leaning back in your rocking chair.

“The weather is getting warmer again, Levi. Isn’t that great? Soon we will be able to have breakfast outside.”

Levi raises his little head and looks up at you for a moment until lying down to sleep again.

“I love the sun so much. Wouldn’t you agree Levi?” you ask, looking down at him.

The cat’s ears twitch, but other than that he doesn’t move an inch.

“I knew you would say that”, you smile fondly. You take a sip of your tea and lean back again, closing your eyes once more.

“Moments like this with you are what life is all about”, you sigh, smiling to yourself.

You sit like this for quite some time, rocking back and forth in your rocking chair whilst listening to the birds sing outside and drinking your tea. You would have probably continued doing exactly that when a sudden object hadn’t blocked the sun so rudely.

You peel your eyes open to see who robbed you of your precious peace. A big, grey truck with the words “Jeon’s Rice & Moving Service” parks on the other side of the river, blocking the sunlight from you. The car doors open and three men get out. Two are dressed in grey uniforms, their shoulders broad and their arms big. The Jeon brothers, you know them. The third guy however must be their client. He is dressed completely in black and is significantly smaller than the other guys.

“Huh?” you straighten up, eyes glued to the three men.

They are talking for a moment, looking at a clipboard, which the smaller man is holding. Soon they seem to come to a conclusion and get to work in an instant.

“This can’t be”, you mumble, watching them carry furniture into the old cottage across the river from you.

“Look Levi, someone is finally moving into the Old House”, you tell him, not even expecting an answer from him.

The Old House has been empty ever since you moved here. It probably has been empty for a long time before that, but you never really asked for how long. You just knew that everyone in town simply called it “the Old House”. The paint had started to come off the bricks and dark ivy covered everything else. The windows looked rotten, definitely letting in the hot air in summer and the freezing winds in winter. You are also pretty sure that the black-tiled roof has holes all over. The inside you had never seen, but you aren’t particularly sad about that. Looking at the outside of the Old House is enough for you to imagine the inside state of it.

The broker must have either made an amazing offer or the buyer must be crazy. You aren’t really able to explain the miracle unfolding in front of your eyes otherwise.  

You are definitely going to pay the new, and probably crazy, neighbour a visit after work. You would love to do it right now, but you are already running terribly late.

“Take watch for me Levi, I’ll be back soon. I expect updates”, you tell him, getting up to leave the house.

Levi simply meows and then goes back to sleep.

You can’t help yourself from stopping in front of the house when you pass by it, waiting for someone to come outside. One of the moving people comes out first. The younger brother, he is a few years younger than you, his cheeks puffy and his eyes as big as those of a deer. He looks at you, confused for a moment.

“Oh? Noona, good day. What are you doing here?” he asks, head tilting to the side.

“Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just trying to figure out who would be crazy enough to buy the Old House.”

He laughs, clearly amused.

“Not me if you’re wondering. I’m just here to help him move. You know he called my father last night and asked for our help.”

“I never thought I’d see the day where your dad’s weird moving business actually has customers.”

He snorts, “yeah me neither, he made me and hyung drive all the way to Daegu.”

“So he is a city guy...what does a guy from the city want with such a rundown house?” you wonder out loud.

He shrugs his shoulders, resting his hand on his hips.

“Don’t ask me, I’m just doing my job”, he grins playfully.

“Of course you are, sorry I asked”, you give him a quick apologetic smile, which he dismisses with a wave of his hand.

“Don’t worry about it noona.”

“Jeon Jungkook!” someone yells from the inside and a moment later his older brother appears at the door frame, “stop chatting up the neighbours and help us unload. Father doesn’t pay you for talking! Good morning ___!”

“Morning Junghyun!”  

“I’m coming hyung, sorry!” Jungkook calls before he turns to you. He is blushing with a boyish grin on his face, “sorry noona, I have to go again. Duty’s calling.”

“Sure I have to go to work anyways. It was nice talking to you Jungkook, greet your parents from me will ‘ya?”  you send him a friendly smile, which he returns happily.

“I will. Have a nice day. Bye bye”, he waves at you and a moment later storms off into the direction of the house.

You arrive at the tea shop at the same time Hoseok does on his Vespa. He gets off hurriedly when he sees you, not even giving himself time to take off his helmet before he already bows at you, greeting you loudly.

“Good morning ma’am. I’m sorry I’m late, my dog threw up all over my carpet this morning and I had to clean everything up!”

“It’s okay I’m late too, don’t worry about it. I hope Mikey’s okay though.”

Hoseok takes off his helmet, ruffling through his hair to fix it and nods. “He is fine, the rascal just ate his food too fast and got a belly ache. It’s his own fault.”

“You can sing me a song of that, Levi’s the same”, you chuckle fondly.

Hoseok joins you, holding the door open for you. Once inside, he helps you get out of your coat and hangs it up on the coat hanger next to his jeans jacket.

“But why are you late ma’am? It’s not like you to run late”, Hoseok asks, joining you behind the counter after he flipped the sign to open on the door.

“The most peculiar thing happened to me this morning. You won’t believe me when I tell you, but someone moved into the Old House.”

Hoseoks eyes grow big, “What? The Old House? Who in their right mind would move into that?”

“Apparently some guy from the city.”

“Someone from the city? Why would someone from the city want to live in the Old House?” Hoseok mumbles, clearly thinking out loud. Suddenly his face lights up, as if he had an idea, “what if he doesn’t even want to live here, but instead he wants to turn the Old House into a bed and breakfast or something. Or a pension or a hotel?”

You shudder at the thought.

“Don’t say that, just imagining that gives me goosebumps.”

“Why? It would be amazing for our business.”

“Yes of course, but-“, you lower your voice just slightly, making Hoseok lean closer, “-imagine all the ruckus I would have to go through each and every day. And all the people who would stare at me when I’m in my sunroom. No thank you.”

Hoseok gasps, hiding his mouth behind his hands.

“I didn’t even think of that”, he whispers, “oh no, that wouldn’t be good. I’m sorry that I even suggested that ma’am”, he says loudly, bowing at an almost ninety degree angle.

You laugh, pulling Hoseok up by his shoulder.

“You rascal, how often do I have to tell you to stop being so formal with me?” you chuckle, nudging his arm gently.

“Ah, I did it again. I’m really trying to change that, but it’s just so hard. I feel like I would insult you if I started being informal with you”, he blushes, scratching the tip of his nose shyly.

“It’s been almost a year since you started working here. Don’t worry, you won’t insult me”, you pat his shoulder, “you can loosen up.”

“Okay thank you ma’am. I mean! Thank you boss.”

You scoff in amusement, “okay that’s fine for now”, you chuckle, shaking your head.

Soon your tea shop routine starts. Mrs Oh and her husband visit you like always, later the mayor and around lunch break Miss Jang and Sooha. Hoseok, Jimin and you go to the old Choi for lunch and open the tea shop two hours later again, ready to welcome your afternoon guests. The afternoon is surprisingly busy today, it is as if the entire town decided to go for a cup of tea, even Hoseok, who normally never breaks a sweat, has to stop at one point to wipe his forehead on the sleeve of his flannel. For some reason everyone in town seemed to have noticed what was going on at the Old House, you had lost count of how many times you had the same conversation about the crazy city guy and the fear that he would turn the Old House into a hotel. People in this town apparently all think alike, but that’s their charm after all.

Hoseok and Jimin leave the tea shop before you, like they always do, but not before Jimin didn’t give you a big box of leftover cookies to greet your new neighbour with. “Maybe that will sway him not to ruin our town”, he said and then drove off with his squeaky bike. Hoseok drives off five minutes later, telling you to act crazy so the city guy thinks people in this town are bad for hotel business. You told him that you will try it with a smile on your lips. You close up afterwards, making your way home.

When you are close enough to actually see the Old House, you notice the moving van had already left for the day. So they must have finished the work already, hopefully your neighbour is still here and didn’t go back to the city for the night.

Wait. You stop, watching the lights flicker on inside. There is electricity in this house?

“So it isn’t all rotten in there”, you mumble, starting to walk up the hill until you reach the fence gate. It is open and you take it as your invitation to officially set foot on the property.

You look around the garden when you walk through it. The trees are tall and old, shielding off most of the stars and painting the scrubs in a dark shadow. It is a lot colder underneath the trees than outside on the road, making you shiver. If this property wouldn’t be that creepy, you would find walking here a lot nicer.

“Huh?” you gasp once you arrive at the front door, “it’s opened?” Should you just enter? No, that would be trespassing, he doesn’t even know you yet and neither do you. What if he owns a machete and starts stabbing you when you burst into his house like that? You shiver at the thought, thinking about turning on your heels and just running away.

“No, get yourself together. We aren’t in the movies here”, you mumble, tightening your fingers on the cookie box. You press on the door bell with all your might, only to scream up in total horror when bright bolts of lightning cut through the air the moment you press the rusty doorbell.

A loud yell rings from inside as well when all of the lights go out in a reaction to your little accident. You can hear heavy footsteps scurry around, mixing with very graphic and angry cursing.

This is so embarrassing, you just want to turn around and run away, but before you can leave your neighbour to figure out on his own what had caused the bypass, the front door opens swiftly.

“Who’s there? I heard you scream”, a deep and very angry voice growls. A white light from a headlamp blinds you, making you squint your eyes. You can’t see anything other than that stupid light.

"Y-you?" 

“H-hello sir. I’m your neighbour, sorry for interrupting your work, but I just came here to welcome you to the village”, you stutter, shielding your eyes from the light. 

Silence then a quiet cough as he clears his throat.

“Did you cause the short? You didn’t press the doorbell did you?” he straight up ignores you, still shining the blinding light directly into your eyes.

“Uhm, would it be possible for you to turn those lights off? They really hurt my eyes”, you ignore his questions for the sake of your eyes.

“Oh, my bad. Sure”, he says a lot calmer and turns the lights off.

You blink, trying to adjust to the new darkness. When you finally get rid of the annoying blue dots in your eyes, you look at him, expecting to finally see his face.

However, all you see is a figure lingering in the shadows, shielding its face from the street lamps behind his door. All you can clearly see are long, pale fingers grasping the wood, the fingernails dirty from working and the nail beds bitten bloody. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps on staring at you in silence.

“I have cookies.”

The fingers leave the door and soon a pale arm appears. It is covered in dirt and dust.

“Thank you”, he murmurs, grasping the box of cookies most tenderly.

And then the hand disappears inside again.

This is creepy. Far too creepy for you to want to stay any longer.

“Uhm, okay. Anyways, welcome to the village and I hope you’ll be able to fix the issue. Feel free to send me the bill if the damage is a lot bigger. Sorry again for the short.”

He hums deeply, his shadowy head nodding.

“Okay, uhm”, you take a step back, “I’ll be going then”, you get down the three stairs, “Good night”, you say, walking down the path with your back turned to the road and your eyes fixed on the door. He is still staring at you from the darkness, not moving an inch.

Only when you are finally on the road and have closed the fence door behind you, do you turn around, starting to sprint down the hill to the safety of your house.

You stop running when you reach your door, already tasting blood in your mouth from panting. With shaky fingers you somehow manage to open your door, not even opening it completely before you slip inside and throw it closed again. You lock it quickly, checking twice if you actually did and only then do you feel yourself starting to relax. You shudder, hugging yourself.

“What the actual hell was that?” you mumble, rushing into the living room to close all your blinds. Levi is meowing by your feet, complaining about having to starve the entire day, but you don’t pay him any attention, you just want to make sure everything is closed and nobody can look into your house.

“Levi the scariest thing just happened to me”, you pick him up, snuggling his small body to your chest. He starts to lick your face, purring quietly, “I just wanted to welcome the neighbour and he just stared at me. He acted like he was the next new horror movie antagonist.”

Levi tilts his head to the side, listening to you intently.

“It gave me the creeps, look”, you show him your arm, “I still have goosebumps because of it.”

Levi meows, wiggling in your arms. It makes you giggle and instantly feel better.

“I know Levi, I know you were worried about me. But mommy’s here now, don’t worry about me anymore”, you coo, hugging him tighter to your body, “let’s go feed you and then cuddle in the bed. Mommy really needs that tonight.”

The Old House greets you the next morning, standing against the sun cold and menacingly and casting long, creepy shadows. You clutch your tea cup tighter, swallowing loudly.

“Is it just me or is the Old House smirking at me in a taunting way?” you ask Levi. He looks up from his food for a moment, meows once and then goes back to eating his chicken far too quickly.

“That’s it, I’m not drinking my tea in the sunroom today”, you decide, closing the doors to it and pulling the thick curtains in front of them.

Your living room is good too, the sofa is really comfortable and you can watch Levi eat his breakfast, which is good too. Yes everything is better than sitting in a room entirely made out of glass and getting watched by the Old House.

Which still doesn’t save you from having to pass it on your way to work, the aspect of it already making you shiver. If walking past it wasn’t scary enough, a cold wind starts howling the moment you are directly in front of the Old House. The wood creaks, the windows rattle and the long grasses dance like a wild sea in the storm. You shiver, quickening your steps.

“Hey ___!” a male voice suddenly cuts through the wind, making your blood freeze in your veins.

Oh god, is this your neighbour? Did he see you? Is he running up to you? You don’t dare to turn around, but you can hear his footsteps coming closer. You can’t move, you can’t run away. It is like you are frozen on the spot. He could straight up murder you and you wouldn’t be able to move. Is this how you are going to die? In broad daylight on your way to work? Murdered by your creepy neighbour, what a wonderful way to go.

“Good morning Miss”, he stops running, now leaning against the fence with his arms. You can see his shadow in the corners of your eyes and yet you can’t move.

“If you are going to kill me, just do it already”, you stutter, sweating even though you were freezing cold.

“Kill you?” he breaks into loud, heartfelt laughter, “why would I want to kill you?”

Surprised by his reaction, and sweet laugh, your body suddenly works again. You turn to stare at him in a mixture of shock and confusion. Your confusion only grows when you finally get a good look at his face. You had expected to see a monster. Fallen-in cheeks, blue chapped lips and murderous, bloodshot eyes. But instead a man your age smiles back at you. Cheeks puffy and glowing in the sunlight, lips pink and pouty and his dark brown eyes sparkle in friendliness.

“Now I’m confused”, you can’t stop your mouth from falling open. How is that possible? How does he look so normal, handsome even, but act so creepy?

“You probably expected a creep because of how I acted last night, right?” he chuckles, tilting his head to the side.

“Honestly I did”, you confess, still wary. Maybe this is his plan, get you to trust him with his cute smile and then bash your head in when you aren’t looking. He wouldn’t be the first serial killer using his charms to lure naïve women to their demise.

“I think I owe you an apology for how I acted last night. I couldn’t sleep because of how embarrassed by my behaviour I was. I promise you I am not a serial killer”, he smiles, lowering his head.

“This is exactly something a serial killer would say.”

He chuckles, scratching his neck.

“I’m not helping myself here”, he looks at you shyly, “the truth is, I am really scared of social interactions, especially unplanned ones and when you stood at my doorstep last night my brain kind of shut off. Not an excuse to be a total creep, but I hope I at least could ease your nerves a little.”

You study his face for a moment. As much as you try to find any evil in his eyes, you can’t. Maybe he is actually telling the truth right now.

“Maybe. I don’t know yet”, you say finally.

“Good enough for me”, he sends you a shy smile, “I’m Min Yoongi by the way, but you can call me Yoongi if you want to”, he says, offering you his hand to shake.

You don’t accept it, bowing your head instead.

“Hello”, you send him an unsure smile.

“Hey”, he grins, “and you are? I don’t think you’ve told me your name yet.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m ___.”

“___?” he repeats.

You nod.

“What a beautiful name”, he smiles again, brushing strands of his blond hair out of his face.

“Thank you.”

For a moment neither one of you knows what to say. Yoongi just simply lets his eyes travel over your face, while you grow more restless with every passing second spent in silence.

“Anyways I’ll go now-“, “I tried your cookies and-“, you say at the same time.

“Oh sorry”, Yoongi chuckles, scratching the tip of his nose with his little finger. It leaves a stain of dirt behind.

“Sorry”, you mumble.

“You first”, Yoongi says, pointing his hand at you.

“O-okay. Uhm, I think I’ll be going now or else I’ll be late to work.”

“Of course. Gosh, silly me is keeping you up. Sorry.”

“No worries.”

You would normally ask him what he had wanted to tell you, but he is studying your face again with that weird almost longing sparkle in his eyes and it is starting to creep you out.

You take a step back, clearing your throat.

“It was nice talking to you. Have a nice day”, you say quickly.

Yoongi nods his head, smiling again.

“The honour was all mine”, he pauses for a moment, “___”, he says quietly.

“Good morning ma'am!” Hoseok greets you loudly, stopping his task of sweeping the ground in front of the tea shop to bow at you. He had watched you walk down the narrow street for quite a while now, wondering why you looked so uneasy. He was worried, imagining the worst possible scenario in that overthinking head of his’. What if Levi died under unknown circumstances? What if you dropped your favourite mug? What if the Old House will actually be turned into a hotel?

“Morning Hoseok”, you mumble, forcing a quick smile to your face and entering the tea shop afterwards.

It is not that Hoseok annoys you, but rather you are far too lost in your own thoughts to function. The neighbour, Min Yoongi, told you that you can trust him, but why do you still feel so creeped out by him? Is it the way he said your name once he found out? He sounded so charmed by your name, it makes you feel weird.

“Boss? Are you okay?” Hoseok follows you inside, having abandoned the broom outside next to the ficus trees.

“Hm?” you look up at him, raising an eyebrow in confusion, “what do you mean?”

“You look really worried. Is the Old House actually going to be a hotel?”

At that Jimin looks up from the table as well, getting to his feet to join Hoseok in front of the counter.

“What’s the matter boss? You okay?” he asks.

“Of course I am okay, it’s sweet you are so worried about me, but I’m okay”, you dismiss them, turning around to get the water cookers ready.

“Is the Old House getting turned into a hotel?” Jimin asks.

Hoseok looks at Jimin then at you, swallowing in worry.

“No of course not”, you send them a reassuring smile, “it is just a guy, Min Yoongi, who moved here. I think, at least.”

They both visibly relax.

“It is just that he is giving me weird vibes. Last night when I wanted to give him the cookies I accidentally caused a short and when he opened the door he scolded me, understandably, but-“

Hoseok gasps before even knowing the big reveal.

“-but then he kind of froze and creeped back into the shadows and didn’t even say a word like a total weirdo”, you shudder.

“Ooooh creepy”, Hoseok whispers, slightly scared.

“This is just like a documentary I watched a few weeks ago. A young, handsome man moved into an empty house across the street from a woman and then weird things started to happen. Her flower beds had footsteps all over them, her windows were smeared as if someone had pressed their face against the glass and weird love letters started appearing at her doorstep. Turns out the new neighbour was actually a serial killer, who escaped from an asylum. He fell in love with the woman and wanted her all to himself and when she refused, he skinned her alive and wore her face as a mask. But the man was never found, he fled before the police could catch him and has been missing ever since”, Jimin says mindlessly.

Both you and Hoseok complain with a loud whine, grabbing each other in fear.

“What the hell? Why are you telling me that?” you almost yell at him, scared to the bones.

“Seriously bro, why would you say that?” Hoseok whines, close to tears.

“I don’t know”, Jimin shrugs his shoulders, “it just kind of reminded me of the documentary.”

Hoseok tightens his arms around you, your own fingers clutching his shirt. Jimin studies your faces before breaking into loud laughter.

“I’m just messing with you guys. There was no documentary, I made it all up”, he wheezes, “you should see your faces, it’s hilarious”, he cackles, holding his stomach.

“Jimiiiin”, Hoseok whines, hitting Jimin repeatedly with a rag, “don’t. say. things. like. that. It’s not funny.”

Jimins laughter grows.

“I could fire you over that Park Jimin! If your cakes weren’t so damn delicious you would be out the door by now”, you hiss, only making Jimin laugh harder.

He sends you a quick finger heart before hugging you, rocking you from side to side.

“Sorry boss, please don’t be angry at me”, he sings sweetly.

You wiggle out of his arms, giving his chest a nudge.

“Go to work and deliver the best cakes I have ever tasted and maybe I won’t be angry with you anymore”, you tell him, earning a thumbs-up from him.

“I will boss, I won’t disappoint”, he says, storming off into the kitchen before Hoseok can throw the rag at his face.

“Don’t come back out for the rest of the day, rascal!” Hoseok calls after him, pouting.

The door swings closed, Jimin's giggles are still echoing through the tea shop.

“I swear to heavens this man just gave me the biggest fright”, you mumble, clutching your chest where your heart is racing.

“Same, I was so scared”, Hoseok whines, leaning onto the counter with his elbows to catch his breath. He looks at you, still worried slightly, “what are you going to do about that Min Yoongi dude though? What if he still turns out to be a creep?”

You shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know, we’ll see how everything will develop. Maybe he is actually nice and was just nervous to see me last night. I mean come on, everyone's a little weird when meeting new people. Can you still remember when you were even too scared to look into my eyes for the first two months of working here?”

Hoseok blushes, “don’t remind me boss, I was so weird back then.”

“See? And now you aren’t anymore, you just needed a little time to warm up to Jimin and me. Maybe my neighbour is the same and he is actually a pretty sweet guy.”

“I really hope he is”, Hoseok mumbles, turning his attention to today’s first customers afterwards.

Hoseok and Jimin wait for you tonight, both of them seeming still worried about you. Even Jimin, who had joked so cruelly about the whole situation, seems uneasy now that night has come. He watches you with hawk-like eyes when you lock the tea shop doors, following you to Hoseok, who is waiting by his Vespa for you and Jimin.

“Boss, I want to drive you home today”, Hoseok says confidently.

“What? Ah no-“, you shake your head, “-you don’t need to do that, I’m totally okay.”

“No, I really want to drive you home today and make sure that you are home safely”, he insists, already handing you his helmet.

“That’s a good idea hyung”, Jimin says, pushing you to Hoseok's Vespa by your shoulders.

“Guys come on”, you complain only to be silenced by Jimin putting the helmet on your head and fastening the chin strap.

“Seriously?” you ask him, cocking up an eyebrow at him.

He nods confidently.

“Yes”, he smiles innocently, acting cute on purpose, “please let Hoseok drive you home today boss, I’ll sleep so much better if you do. And you know how bad my cakes taste if I had a bad night’s sleep. Do you really want to sell disgusting cakes tomorrow?”

“I see, emotional blackmail”, you click your tongue, “fine, I’ll let Hoseok drive me home”, you give in with a loud sigh, climbing on the Vespa behind Hoseok and wrapping your arms around his middle.

Hoseok and Jimin exchange a proud look, probably giving each other that weird mental high-five they always do.

“See you tomorrow boss”, Jimin says, nudging your arm one last time.

“See you tomor-woah”, you squeal, tightening your arms around Hoseok when he suddenly drives off without warning.

Hoseok is probably the worst Vespa driver you have ever had the honour to drive with. It is not that he doesn’t know what he is doing, but he is driving like a maniac, speeding up and down the narrow roads as if they were highways. At some points you were scared he might even crash into one of the many house walls, but somehow he always manages to steer away in the last moment.

Your knees are wobbly once he arrives at your house and your heart is racing so quickly, one could have believed you ran a marathon. You get off, having to hold onto Hoseok's arms in order not to fall down.

“Where did you learn to drive?” you pant, making Hoseok blush.

“Why? I had everything under control don’t worry”, he mumbles.

“You weren’t even wearing a helmet, you could have died. You drove like a madman.”

“Hey boss, don’t worry. I honestly had everything under control”, he pats your arm, “I’ll come pick you up tomorrow.”

“Please don’t, I'd rather get murdered by my neighbour than having to drive with you again.”

“Hey”, Hoseok whines, pouting, “don’t say that boss, it’s making me sad.”

“Sorry”, you send him a quick smile, “still, you don’t need to do that Hobi, it’s such a big detour for you.”

Hoseok shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t care, your safety is far more important than me having to get up ten minutes earlier than usual.”

“You are so sweet, did I tell you that lately?” you give his cheek a soft pinch, making him blush again, “fine if it makes you feel better I’ll drive with you tomorrow again.”

“Yay”, Hoseok bursts in happiness, smiling so brightly it could be considered blinding, “see you tomorrow then. And don’t forget to lock the doors tonight.”

“I won’t, thank you for driving me. Sleep tight.”

“Good night boss”, Hoseoks smiles, putting on his helmet and getting on his Vespa. He gives you a quick wave and then he already off, driving off into the night like a madman.

[cladestine]

prompt: jennie x reader inspired on the song cruel summer by taylor swift.

genre: fluff, making out

note: if you have prompt in mind, let me know. link in my bio.

You cliff jumped once as a stupid bet with your college friends, and it unknowingly changed your life forever; the thrill that washed over your senses when the water hit your body was so intoxicating that you find yourself doing it every summer. 

It's 3 am and you're scrolling through your phone, checking some beaches with some cool spots to cliff dive on. You're so focused on your screen that you did not notice that the girl beside you steered awake and is looking at you begrudgingly.

"It can wait, Y/N. Shut the damn phone and hug me" her voice groggy and annoyed. You looked at her and your heart did a tiny little dance. You can't believe that there are people on earth who are still beautiful even when their hair looks like a bird's nest. Fortunately, your girlfriend is one of them. "How can she still manage to look like she came straight out of a magazine with hair like that—damn, talking about God's favorite" you thought to yourself. 

"I need to wake up at 6am, so if you want to spend the remaining hours scrolling through your phone, then don't expect kisses when I roll out of bed later," she demanded. You laugh at her antics and put your phone on the bedside table. "Just so I thought," she mumbled before settling her body against yours, eventually going back to sleep.

I'll confess, cliff diving is not the only thing that exhilarates me, it is not the only thing that gives me an electrifying feeling. You see, it just so happened that Jennie Kim, the infamous IT girl in Korea, Yes, the same Jennie Kim who is a member of Blackpink is my girlfriend, and that alone is a hundred times more adrenaline pumping than cliff diving.

"Fuck, Jennie," you grumbled. "Lunch is over. Get out first, then I'll follow 3 minutes after," you said, out of breath since Jennie was still trailing kisses on your neck. You stopped her, and it earned you a grunt of disapproval. "Already? See, that's why I'm saying that talking can be done at home. We have so little time for making out," Jennie grunted. "Well, we can do more than make out in your apartment, Jennie. "Stop being a baby," you teased her. She laughed at your joke, then proceeded to tuck her shirt and kiss you goodbye before leaving the storage room.

You are fixing your own shirt, getting ready to leave the storage room, just waiting for three minutes to pass so you can go back to a different version of your world. You still feel Jennie's lips on yours. It's been a couple of months since both of you started doing these little escapades, but it still feels new to you. In retrospect, you don't demand anything from Jennie since you understand her line of work; spotlights focused on her, surrounded by cameras, journalists, and vultures who create negative stories off of her.

"Y/N" Jennie turned back and looked at you. "I know that we are on this secret forbidden adventure. I know that we are acting so mischievously, like making out in storage rooms, closets, and empty practice rooms. God, I know that you know that I act selfish whenever some dancers get too close to you, so I leave some not-so-innocent touches on you to subtly claim you. I also know that the farthest thing that we have both gone to as a couple is the parking lot of my apartment. I know that you don't demand anything from me. You always understand me whenever I leave in the middle of our date because of my work." Her voice elicits sincerity that you unknowingly slip out a tear because you don't expect her to give a speech, let alone in a janitor's closet.

"I don't want to destroy this relationship. I love you, Y/N. We have something so special, monumental, and magical and I don't want to hide it anymore. If it's okay with you, let's start with the members. Dinner. Tomorrow?" She hopefully asked. She's anticipating your answer with a balled fist and concealed tears.

"I'd love that. I love you, Jennie." You sincerely said. Honestly, you're speechless. You can't think of anything at the moment since the only things that you're feeling are happiness and certainty. You were looking at Jennie. You didn't want her to take the silence as a negative sign of her confession, so you did what you do best—you kissed her.

You cliff jumped once as a stupid bet with your college friends, and you thought it changed your life forever, but you were wrong—it was when Jennie Kim confessed to you in a small, dusty, half-dimmed storage room. 

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Reaper

Pairing- Tae x Named Reader

Word count- 5.4k

Includes- Angst, mentions of suicide, amnesia, mentions of seizure, sex, oral, face fucking, face riding, riding sex, pussy eating, love making, missionary sex

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Tae POV

I'm sitting in my office, looking over the list of people who are scheduled to die today

This of course doesn't include accidents where the person isn't scheduled to die yet

There's a lot dying today

I'm going to be so busy

I sigh, getting up and getting the scythe

This thing is stupid

I haven't had to use it for centuries

But I have to carry it so people know it's me

I gave up wearing the robe

I hated it to begin with and now I opt for suits, mostly Gucci

But when I wear suits, the dying soul think I'm just another person coming to see them

Hence the scythe

I look at myself in the mirror

I hate this job

I didn't used to

Not when I was first asked to take over for the last reaper

He was the first death reaper but he got tired of doing it

He wanted a chance to be human

He was searching for a replacement for a long time

Then he came upon me six centuries ago

I was a soldier in what is now Daegu, South Korea and I was fighting in a war for my king

I was stabbed with a sword and as I laid dying, death came to me and asked me if I would take over his job

I was young, twenty four years old and I didn't want to die

And the concept of living forever was appealing to me

So I said yes, he trained me and I became death

I loved this job so much, up until about a year ago

I push the thoughts away

I can't dwell on it, I have a job to do

I turn and leave the office

Just as I close the door, she suddenly appears in front of me.

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J POV

Where am I?

I look around and it seems like I'm in a office

How?

I was walking to work one second and now I'm here

I turn around and I have to stop a gasp

In front of me is the most beautiful man I have ever seen

And he's looking at me

He looks like he was sculpted by an artist

Tall, Curly black hair, sharp jaw, an cute beauty mark on his nose

And his eyes are such a beautiful dark brown

I feel myself falling into them

Suddenly he shouts, "I thought I told you to get lost! You can't keep dying to meet me. We are over, you hear?"

I blink confused

I don't know who he is

Why is he yelling at me?

"Uh who are you?", I ask

He stares at me in anger

"Cut the shit Joanne. I told you we can't be together. I told you I don't want you anymore!"

Ok, apparently he knows me?

And we dated I guess?

"I'm sorry but I don't know you. What's your name?"

"Joanne what the fuck kind of game are you playing? I told you last time you tried to die that we're over!"

Last time?

That means...

"Oh I see.", I say, "We must have known each other before my amnesia"

His eyes widen, "What the fuck are you talking about? Last time you said you'll keep doing whatever you had to to see me again."

I did?

I don't remember

"Oh uh well you see when I woke up in the hospital a year ago, I didn't know who I was or where I was. I didn't even know what happened. I couldn't remember anything. I was told by a woman who said she's my mom that my name is Joanne and I tried to commit suicide"

I remember the fear of waking up and not knowing anything

Not remembering people or any of my whole life

Twenty three years gone

"You tried to commit suicide?", he gasps

"Uh apparently. I don't remember. My mom said that I took a whole bunch of pills then left my apartment. I guess I was getting woozy or sleepy and I walked into a busy street. A car hit me and I was taken to the hospital. They saved me but I had a lot of damage to my head and it caused amnesia. The doctors don't know if it'll ever be fixed", I explain

His face pales as I tell him this and he looks shocked

"You don't remember anything?", he asks

I shake my head

"No. Just bits and pieces that come back to me when I look at a picture or smell something or hear a story. But I've never seen a picture of you, so I can't even recognize you from that."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know", he chokes out

"It's ok. It's not your fault. I've just been trying to get back to normal for the last year. But I don't know how I got here"

"You're here because you're dead. Or about to die"

I blink

Seriously?

How am I dead?

And why am I not more panicked?

"How? I was just walking to work and now I'm here."

"Something must of happened for you to die", he answers

I think about what could cause me to die

"Maybe I got a seizure and fell somewhere"

"Seizure?", he gasps

I nod, "I developed seizures after I woke up a year ago. I had a lot of them when I first woke up. But they found the right medication for me after a few months and I haven't had one in seven months"

"Then why would you think you had one?", he questions

"Well because the medication helps to prevent them but doesn't stop them completely. I can still get one every once in awhile"

He's silent, with a look of distress on his face

"Well uh, you're not scheduled to die today, so I'm going to send you back"

I'm not scheduled?

There's a schedule?

But I guess this is good, I get another chance of life

But there's something I want to say to him

"Ok. Thank you. But there's something I want to say first"

He nod, "Go ahead"

"Look apparently we know each other and we were together. And I just want to say I'm sorry if I hurt you or did anything bad to you"

He blinks, "What?"

"Well you seem very hostile towards me and I'm guessing that's because I did something to you. And I just want to say I'm sorry. I don't remember how I used to be but I'm not that person anymore."

He's silent

"I'm sorry if I hurt you.", I finish

"Uh ok. Thanks.", he says questioningly

Well there's nothing else I can say

"I'm going to send you back now", he tells me

"Ok. Thank you"

He nods and I see the office fade away

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Tae POV

What the hell is going on?

She has amnesia?

That's why she's stayed away from me for a year?

She doesn't remember me

I need to sit down

I almost passed out when I saw her again

I miss her so much

She's the reason I hate this job

I love her so much

And the miraculous thing is she loves me

I'm death and she fell in love with me

Even after I told her who I was, she didn't care, she just wanted me

And we had an amazing relationship for three years

But I knew it couldn't last

She's human and I'm not

She'd age but that doesn't bother me

What bothers me is that I'd have to take her when her time came and she'd be away from me forever

And she could never have a normal life with me

Never have children, never have a family.

I didn't want to take that away from her

She didn't care but I couldn't do that to her

So I ended things

And I had to do it by making her believe I didn't want her, that I didn't love her

The things I said to her hurt her so much

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"I don't want you", I snapped

"What? You're not serious Tae?", she said, panic in her voice

"I said I don't want to be with you. I don't love you"

"Tae what's going on? Why are you saying this?", she asks, tears falling down her face

It hurt so much to tell her these things

"Because I fell out of love. I'm death and I'm going to live forever. Why would I want you when I could have any girls I want?"

"But I love you Tae", she whispered

"Well that's too fucking bad"

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She tried to keep me from ending things but I had to

Seeing her cry like she did that day killed me

It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life

And she just apologized for hurting me now

That was a punch to my heart

She never hurt me, I'm the one who hurt her

But she apologized anyway

When she just told me the last time she saw me was because she tried to committed suicide, I almost lost it right then

I hurt her that badly that she'd rather be dead

She was hit by a car and I stood there screaming at her to never come back, telling her that I didn't love her at all when she came here last year

And still after all that she told me she still loved me and was never going to stop trying to get me back

After a year of not hearing from her, I thought she moved on

But she didn't

She doesn't remember anything

Not her entire life

I can't imagine how scary that is, to wake up and not know anything or anyone

And for her to be here again something had to happen to her

Something bad

And I need to know what it is

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Walking into her hospital room, I find her in the bed, unconscious

I have to hold in a scream

She has a huge bandage on the right side of her head and a bruise under her right eye

The right side of her face has scrapes all over them

It's late at night so no one is here

Visiting hours are over

I sit next to her bed and hold her hand

"I'm sorry baby", I tell her, the tears finally coming

This is all my fault

Everything that happened to her from the second I ended things is all my fault

"I love you so much", I cry

"Excuse me. You can't be here"

I look up and a nurse is standing in the doorway

"What....what happened to her?", I get out

"Sir-"

"Just tell me. Tell me and I'll leave. I couldn't come before and I had to see her. Please", I plead

Her face softens, "Let me get her chart"

She walks to the door and takes a folder out

"She had a seizure and fell, hitting her head on the curb as she was crossing the street. It caused a subdural hematoma and needed to be drained. Unfortunately the blow was substantial and she's in a coma"

A coma?

No she can't be

She has to wake up

"Is she going to wake up?", I ask panicking

"Unfortunately, we don't know. It's up to her whether she wakes up or not. There's nothing we can do for that"

I nod, crying more hysterically

"I'll give you a few more minutes", she says, "But then I'll have to ask you to leave"

I nod again, "Ok"

The nurse leaves me with her

I can't believe this is happening

She can't stay in a coma

She has to wake up

I need her

I can't stay away from her anymore

This past year was torture

I was so stupid thinking I could stay away from her

She's my everything, my one

I never found the girl I was supposed to be with when I was alive

But I found her as death

She accepted me as I am and I was stupid to let her go

I won't be stupid again

I stand up and kiss her lips softly

"I'm going to fix it baby. I promise"

I walk to her door

Time to talk to God

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J POV

I hear noises as I come to

Machines and voices

There's a pounding in my head that's very intense

Where am I?

I open my eyes, slowly, the light in the room making my eyes tear

I groan from the pain

"Jo? Oh my god Joanne!", I hear

I turn my head slowly to the voice, blinking the tears away so I can see whose talking to me

A face comes into focus

"Mom?", I ask

"Yes Jo. Oh my god, you're awake!", she says through tears

"James go get a doctor"

I hear footsteps leaving the room

Now that my eyes are fully open, I look to see my sisters and mom looking at me

They're all crying

I guess my brother went to get the doctor

But I don't see Tae

Why isn't he here

"Mom, where's Tae?"

She gets a look on her face that I can't read

Why?

Where's Tae?

Is he hurt?

He can't be, he's death

"Jo. Um Tae isn't here"

I don't understand

Why?

"Why not?"

"Jo what do you remember?"

I think back and I remember being with Tae

We were arguing

Then the emotions slam into me

He...he left me

Pain hits my chest fast and hard

Not physical pain

Emotional pain

It's taking over and I feel like I'm dying

He told me he doesn't love me

He told me he hates me

He never wants to see me again

"Mmmm...mom", I choke out, starting to cry

I remember everything

The suicide attempt, talking to Tae when I died from that, the amnesia when I woke up, the seizures

And talking to Tae again

When I didn't remember who he was

How he yelled at me as soon as I got to him, telling me not to come back again

He still doesn't love me

It's ripping my heart out

"Jo"

"I remember mom. I remember everything", I cry

"Oh Jo. I'm sorry", she says hugging me to her

I can't breathe

It hurts so much

"It hurts", I wail

"I know Jo. I'm sorry. You never had a chance to deal with it when you had amnesia. I'm sorry."

I don't want to feel this

I can't

I wish I was dead

Tae should of never sent me back here

----------------------------------------------------

The door to my bedroom opens

"Jo, are you hungry?"

"No mom", I answer, laying in bed

"Joanne you have to eat. And you have to leave your bed. You've been locked in this room for two weeks"

I can't deal with this now

"Mom, just go away"

"Jo"

"Go away. I'm not hungry, I don't want to go outside. Just leave me alone!", I shout

She sighs but I hear the door close

I hate my life

Why couldn't Tae just let me die?

The pain of not having him is killing me

I went from one bed in the hospital to another in my room

I refused to go to my mom's house so she or my siblings have been spending nights here, watching me

I just have no motivation to do anything

I don't have to go to work

They gave me time off to recover

I don't do much anymore

Just stay in bed, sleeping or watching some dumb videos on my tablet

I get up to use the bathroom, brush my teeth and shower

Showering is exhausting but I'm not going to be gross

I eat sometimes and whoever is with me gives me my seizure medication and whatever else it is the hospital prescribed

I just don't want to get up

And I don't have to

----------------------------------------------------

A little while later my bedroom door opens

I get annoyed

"I said leave me alone mom!", I yell

What doesn't she get?

"Baby?"

I know that voice

I sit up, staring at Tae

Am I dreaming?

Oh god are those pills making me hallucinate?

Or is this a side effect of the damage the fall caused to my head?

I really don't need that right now

Seizures are enough

"Jo?", he asks, coming in and closing the door

"Am I fucking hallucinating now? Great just great", I mutter to myself

"No baby you're not hallucinating. I'm here.", he says coming closer and sitting on the bed close to me

"Uh ok. Why are you here? You said you never wanted to see me again", I say, my heart breaking again

"You remember me?", he asks, sounding hopeful

"Yeah Tae. I remember everything. I wish I didn't"

"Don't say that Jo"

"Why not? It's true"

He doesn't say anything and I just want him to get to the point

"Why are you here Tae?"

"I came for you", he says

"So I'm dying today? I'm on the schedule?", I say flatly

At least I won't have to feel this pain anymore

And honestly I don't care

He looks me in my eyes

"No baby. I came to be with you", he says softly

What is this now?

More torture

"What?", I ask confused

"After I saw you and you told me what happened to you, I went to see you in the hospital. I hated that you were hurt and everything that happened to you was my fault. Because I told you I don't want you"

"Ok... It's not your fault though", I say

I know my actions are mine and not his fault

He may have been the reason why I did things, but I still chose to do them

He didn't make me

"Yes it-", he starts

"What does that have to do with you being here?", I ask cutting him off, "You don't love me why do you care what happens to me?"

He shakes his head, "I do love you Joanne. So much"

What?

He told me over and over he didn't

What game is he playing?

"What are you talking about Tae? You're not making any sense"

"Jo, I love you. More than anything. You're my everything baby. But I knew that you'd never have a normal life with me. Never have kids or a family or do anything that a normal girl can do. And one day, I'd have to take you when it's your time and after you pass over, we'll never see each other again."

I'm getting angry

I told him over and over that I don't care about kids or a family, if I can't be with him

I knew what I was getting into being with death

I'm not stupid

"I told you I don't care about a normal life! Being with you is not your decision to make for me! I know what being with you means and I don't care!", I shout

He nods, "I know. I shouldn't have made the decision for you. Everything I said to you I didn't mean. At all. I love you so much. I do want you. You're the only girl I ever wanted. I hated being without you. It was torture"

I know what he means

Being without him is tearing a hole in my chest

But nothing has changed

I'm still human and he's still death

Everything he said is all still true

Why is he changing his mind now?

"Why are you telling me this now Tae? Nothing has changed"

"Yes it did baby"

I raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue

"After I saw you in the hospital, I couldn't just leave you like that. So I went and talked to God"

I choke on air, "What? You talked to who?"

"God"

"Are you serious? He's real?"

Tae nods, "So is the devil"

Oh my g....shit

My world just flipped

This is insane

He's real

I look up and silently apologize for all the shit I did when I was a teenager

I thought I was such a badass back then

Instead I was just a massive idiot

Then I ask Tae, "Why did you go talk to him?"

"To bargain with him"

I'm in complete shock

"I...uh..I...I", I stutter

"I asked him to help you. To fix everything. To bring you out of the coma and stop the seizures. He asked why I would ask for that and I told him"

"You...told...him?"

He told God he loves me?

He nods, "I told him I love you. I told him about us. And apparently he's not as mean as people say he is. When I was done, he said he'd help me without me having to give him anything"

I'm impressed that he got God to help him

"So God helped you and made me better?", I ask

He nods, "But that's not all."

It's not?

What else did God do for him?

"He made me human."

"What?", I exclaim

"I'm human now. Remember how I told you I became death?", he asks

I nod

I remember how he said accepted death's offer to take over for him

"He said that if I could find someone to take my place, he'd let me be human again. And be with you"

"Be with me?"

I don't think I can be anymore shocked than I am now

Tae nods, "You are destined to live a really long life. And he said that since it's been a long time since I've been human, he can designate how long I can live for. So he did it to match your life span"

My mouth drops

I can be with Tae for my entire life?

I can't believe it

"I found someone who was in accident. Someone who was like me. Young. I offered to them what death offered to me. And she took it. I spent these last two weeks training her."

Her?

Death's a girl now?

And he had to train her?

Huh I guess it is like a normal job if training is needed

"Today I woke up in an apartment. My apartment. And my heart is beating again. I didn't want to come to you immediately. I needed to figure out what to tell you. And to be honest I was starving"

That makes me smile

I know he didn't need to eat when he was death

"When I knew what I wanted to say, I came here. You're mom was upset when she saw me but I told her I was stupid and here to get you back. She made me promise not to hurt you again and I did"

That sounds like my mom

Tae reaches to me and takes my hand, "I love you. And I'll make everything up to you. I just want you back Jo. Please take me back"

"Yes", I answer without hesitation

He looks at me and repeats hopefully, "Yes?"

I nod, "Of course Tae. I love you. You're the only one I want."

He smiles his gorgeous smile and comes closer to me

His lips touch mine in a kiss and fireworks explode in my vision.

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Tae POV

When I kiss her, my entire body flood with heat

Just like every time I kissed her

When she wraps her arm around my neck and slips her fingers in my hair, I shiver from her touch

I missed her so much

I was so scared she'd tell me to fuck off

But she still loves me

And now we have our entire lives to be together

I've never been more happy in my life.

"I love you Tae", she whispers

"I love you Jo", I answer

Then she pulls me back to her, kissing me again

I pull her close to me and I'm so relieved when she presses her body to mine

Feeling her body against me feels so fucking good

I missed her so much

Her arms go around my neck and I'm so happy to feel that

"Baby", I whisper

I want her so much

I haven't been with her in a year but I don't know if now is the right time or if it's too soon

"Yes Tae", she answers, looking at me

She runs her fingers in my hair, feeling so good and I love it

"I want you too Tae."

That's all I need to hear

I pull her onto my lap and she comes willingly

She crashes her lips to mine, her tongue in my mouth

Yes fuck

I kiss her back, pulling her shirt up

She lifts her arms up so I can take it off

Her hands move to my shirt, unbuttoning the buttons quickly

When she gets them all undone, she pushes the shirt off me, her hands immediately running all over my back

Her hands are so small and warm as she touches me

She moves off me, standing and undoing my pants

I lift myself up, pulling my pants and boxers down

When she gets everything off, I pull her up, my lips on her stomach, trailing kisses all over

I feel her hand run in my hair, making shivers run up my spine

I love anyway that she touches me

Hooking my fingers in her shorts and panties, I slowly pull them down, kissing lower

I hear her breath hitch when I get to her pussy

I lick her, moaning and loving the way she feels against my tongue

Pulling away, she steps out of her clothes

I grab her, making her squeal

Laying down, I pull her on top of me until she's over my face

Holding her hips, I pull her to my mouth, burying my tongue in her pussy

She's already so wet and I missed how she tastes

So fucking good

"Tae", she moans

Fuck me, I missed hearing her moan my name

And I really miss hearing her scream my name

Which I'm so going to make her do

"Feels good baby?"

"Yes Tae fuck. I missed your tongue"

I laugh

"I know baby. My tongue makes you scream."

I know I what she likes and where she likes it

I love her so much so I learned her body so well

What she likes, what drives her insane, what can make her cum over and over, how much teasing she can take

I was never like this with any other girl I was with

I've been death for six centuries, I've been with human women before but it was always just sex

I didn't care about the woman or tired to make her feel good

But from the first time I was with her, even before I fell in love with her, it was different with her

She wanted to please me, make me feel good and it made me want to please her

Then I fell in love and all I wanted to do was make her feel good

And I still do

I don't even care if I cum as long as she does

Multiple times

But she won't have that

She makes sure I orgasm too every time

Sometimes more than once

She's just the best in every single way and I will never be stupid to leave her again

I lick her clit and she yells loudly

"Yeah baby. Scream for me", I ask, then suck on her clit

"Fuck TAEHYUNG!", she cries, her hands gripping mine tightly

I keep going, sucking harder and faster

"C'mon baby. Gimme your cum. I want it so bad. I haven't had it in a long time.", I tell her

I attach my mouth to her again, squeezing her hips as she yells in pleasure

She's almost there

I'm so excited to taste her again

I feel her legs start to shake as she orgasms, screaming my name

"TAEHYUNG!"

Her taste floods my mouth and I moan, swallowing greedily

She's so fucking good, I love it

When she finishes, I keep licking her

"Tae"

"More baby. I need more", I beg, "Do you want it?"

"Yes Tae. Yes"

Fuck yes

My tongue flies all over her pussy, swirling, up and down

I can't fucking get enough

"Fuck my face baby. Fuck my mouth. Please", I ask

Her hips start moving against my mouth, grinding against my tongue

I fucking love this

She gets so into it and my tongue can get everywhere

I slide my tongue inside her, then lick back out, then back in

"TAE fuck yes baby. Don't stop."

I know she loves this

It can make her cum in seconds

And honestly I love being inside her in anyway

My cock, my fingers, my tongue

I just love being inside

Squeezing her ass hard, I moan, "Baby cum on my tongue"

I slide my tongue in her as far as I can

"TAEHYUNG!", she screams, orgasming again

Her pussy tightens and throbs on my tongue that's in her and I taste her cum

It coats my tongue and she tastes so fucking good

"Yes baby, yes give me more", I whine, still tongue fucking her

"Tae, oh fuck Tae"

Her breathing gets harder

She's close again

I love giving her orgasm after orgasm

She gets so much pleasure, I love watching her

"FUCK!"

Her cum floods my mouth again and I greedily drink it all up

When she finishes, I lift her up and slam her on my cock

"Fuck TAE!", she cries

"Fuck baby. I missed you around my cock", I gasp

"I missed you too", she moans, starting to move up

"No baby. Stay on my cock. I want to feel you for a little longer

"Oooo...oooo....ok", she stammers

She's so horny, pulsating hard and fast around me, getting more wet

I love the feeling of her soaking my cock

I need to fuck her

Putting my hands on her hips, I move her up then slam her down, thrusting up as well

I go in so deep, making her scream in pleasure

"There TAE!"

"Ok baby girl. You don't have to do anything ok? Just let me make you feel good"

She bites her lip nodding

Gripping her hips I move her fast, bouncing her on my cock and slamming her spot at the same time

"Yes Tae, fuck. Oh god", she cries, her hands gripping my arms so hard

"Good baby?"

"So good Tae"

I smile at her, happy I'm making her feel good

"Fuck baby you look so pretty on my cock. You're pretty pussy taking me so well"

"Mmmm", she whimpers

Seeing her leaving my length soaked in her juice is so hot

"Gimme your pretty cum baby. Soak my cock", I plead

"Tae", she moans, her body arching as she cums again

"Ffff...fuck", I stammer, feeling the insane pleasure she's giving me

When she finishes, I rolls us over, getting on top of her

Her legs wrap around me and I continue to move, slowing it down

"I love you so much", I tell her, running my fingers in her hair, looking in her beautiful brown eyes

"I love you more than anything", she whispers back, "My Tae"

I nod, "Always baby. I'm always yours, I swear. I'm not leaving you again"

"Don't Tae. Please don't. I need you"

I nod

I know

She does need me just like I need her

And I was so dumb to keep us apart.

But that will never happen again

"I need you too baby. Always"

She lifts her head to kiss me and I meet her lips, pressing mine against hers

Her hips move, meeting my thrusts, making me go so much deeper

"Mmmmm", she groans against my lips

She feels so good, spasming around my cock so much

I know as soon as she cums, I am

I won't be able to hold it back

I kiss her desperately, tongue against hers as we move together

She clings to me, holding onto my back hard, my hand squeezing her thigh tightly

Hitting her spot, she explodes, spasming around my cock, shaking under me as she moans and keeps kissing me

Her orgasm triggers mine and I moan in her mouth as I spill inside her, pleasure running all over me

Oh my fucking God, it's so good

So incredible

After, I lay down next to her, holding her tightly in my arms

"I missed you Tae. So fucking much", she whispers, looking at me

"I miss you too baby. You don't even know. The thought of living without you forever....it was torture"

She shakes her head, "You don't need to anymore Tae. I'm here, you can stay with me forever"

I nod

I will

Nothing will take me away from her

"We're going to have a long happy life together baby.", I promise her

She smiles, "I can't wait Tae"

Neither can I

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❝ adjustment to existence ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis getting what you want comes at the cost having to adjust to it. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / vampire!au / reader having a tough time (jokingly) / maybe some angst for a section regarding junhui ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing junhui x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 1.3k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note this is the sister fanfiction to: bite me

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You had never really wholly understood the cost of that day with Junhui. You didn’t regret it, oh no but at times like this, you remembered how long it was taking you to adjust to your new life. On this particular morning, Junhui had already left early to meet with Minghao for their usual weekly meeting. You still hadn’t a clue how Minghao got away with stealing hundreds of blood bags but yet you were thankful. Junhui had once explained that if Minghao suddenly got caught or fired, you’d both be forced to hunt like actual vampires - and he’s clearly established that the life of a hunting vampire is not easy. The three of you got lucky, if anything. 

A yawn escaped your lips, your legs brushing against the sheets as you stretched in response to your body waking up. You no longer kept a bottle of water beside your bed while you slept, it’d always remain the same no longer how long it sat there - you wouldn’t drink from it. You heaved your body up, heading towards the bathroom of the apartment. It was silent, so you assumed Junhui hadn’t returned home yet but then again, you’d learnt it the hard way since you began dating him that vampires barely made noise anyway, so who were you to say he wasn’t home yet?

You lazily squeezed the toothpaste onto your toothbrush, wetting it before you looked up and startled yourself. That was the first thing on the list of things you hadn’t adjusted to yet; your lack of reflection. You sighed as you continued to brush your teeth, staring at the empty mirror. You relied on Junhui to fix issues with your appearance when you would go out and honestly you were beginning to think it wasn’t a bad idea. You no longer had the ability to nit-pick at your insecurities anymore like you would once upon a time. 

The silence of the apartment was broken by the sound of the front door opening and closing, followed by choirs of two males laughing. A smile crept onto your face as you rinsed your mouth before deciding to scout for the two. You decided they’d most likely gone to the spare room with the blood bags. You emerged in the doorway, watching the two Chinese males intently without them noticing you. They were idly speaking in Chinese, to which you could listen to all day even if it meant you understood nothing. Junhui lifted his head, stretching his back before his eyes landed on you and he jumped, startled. You giggled as he approached, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed your head. You’d left your shared bedroom in Junhui’s shirt and a pair of your own shorts, not really feeling effort on this day as another yawn escaped your lips. 

Junhui knew you’d emerged for your morning blood bag, one he’d usually bring to you in bed but as you did grabby hands, he picked you up so he could return to Minghao. You hummed, your legs around his waist as he held onto you, casually continuing his Chinese conversation with Minghao. Laying your head on his shouder, you admired the very faint scar of a bite mark on his pale neck in the rising sun’s light. It was something he refused to discuss with you and you could only assume he didn’t beg someone to turn him like you had done. 

The way Junhui turned was much more traumatic for all parties involved. It happened before he emigrated to South Korea, something he’d done in response to his past in China. Junhui always told you of his family, how he was an older brother and a first born son. He spoke so highly of his little brother, someone he was extremely proud of. Junhui played piano often when he was at home in China, performing in competitions his family would so happily attend in support of their son. 

Sometimes he still would play for you, sat at the piano in the corner of your living room that was collecting dust. He knew you loved to hear him play but he knew he could only do it for short bursts of time before he was reminded of that night once more. Junhui had a piano competition, something he oh-so-confidently waited for with his passion to play. His family would be attending that night, his biggest fans. The night was perfect - it seemed normal. The myths and legends of vampires would never prepare you for a mass attack at a student piano competition, however and that’s exactly what caught Junhui so unprovoked. 

The sudden screams of the quiet crowd that he was performing to, the flashes and splatters of red blood and the searing pain in his shoulders and back as he was launched off of the piano stool and onto the stage, a stranger’s head at his neck. Junhui’s turning didn’t happen as peacefully as yours. You were only with Junhui, another vampire. Junhui was in a crowded school gymnasium of other vampires but also a majority population of humans - to his newly turned mind, fresh food. 

Junhui fled the country without even seeking his family out. He was scared that they’d been through the same as he had or that they’d simply witnessed the acts he’d shamefully committed in the moment of being a full fledged vampire. The soft pad of skin touched your teeth and you blinked your eyes, looking up at Junhui to see him smirking as his thumb touched your pointy fangs. There was the second thing you’d lacked to adjust to as Minghao and Junhui had already done. 

“Still learning to hide her fangs?” Minghao teased from where he’d just finished filling the fridge. Junhui hummed, removing his hand as he leaned to place a kiss on your lips instead. You accepted the kiss as an apology for the sudden teasing.

“Mhm,” Junhui responded, brushing hair from your face as you let out another gentle yawn, “she’ll get used to it - hey can you pass me a blood bag?”

“Thirsty already? You’ve not even been awake four hours.” This time Minghao’s teasing voice was aimed to your boyfriend, who rolled his eyes from the angle you had on his face.

“It’s for y/n, she has one every morning.” You could almost smile at Junhui’s words, admiring the male as he finally let you stand on your own two legs. You stretched once more, taking the blood bag from Minghao with a warm smile as you began to sip at the blood, humming as you rocked on your feet. Junhui watched. He watched with a small smile crawling across his chapped lips, he watched as your eyelashes fluttered shut and you began to sway slightly instead. His eyes trailed down to how his shirt drowned you, looking more like one of the dresses you would wear than a shirt. He’d voiced it a few times over since you’d began dating that he absolutely loved when you would wear his clothes, even more so without you asking him.

He’d always randomly find you in the kitchen when you were still human, wearing one of his button-up shirts as you made yourself breakfast. He could watch forever. As your eyes looked up at his, Junhui’s smile widened a little and his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him as Minghao folded up cardboard box after cardboard box that the two Chinese men had carried into the apartment prior to your appearance. 

You had the urge to ask Minghao about his job and how he got away with all of this as you watched him work so diligently, however you held your breath and kept drinking instead.

“I best be going so I can start my shift.” He smiled, laughing lightly as he rubbed the back of his neck. Junhui followed with a chuckle.

“You can always stop by after your shift. Y/n will probably make pasta again tonight, two nights in a row.” His words caused you to puff your cheeks at his judgement of your cooking recently. Minghao laughed, taking up the offer before he left the two of you. You were still pouting, even if you knew Junhui was joking and that was simply because you wanted another kiss apology from the male.