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[lookingforluna]

Rotate || C. San

❥ Pairing: Choi San x Reader

❥ Word Count: 9.4k

❥ Rating: M

❥ Genre: strangers to lovers au, smut, non-idol au, fluff, humor

❥ Warnings: lots of smut, explicit language, unprotected sex, teasing, dirty talk, praise kink, San's mouth is filthy, jealous San, creampie, intercourse

❥ Summary: During a late-night ice cream run to the supermarket, you bump into a handsome guy with a green streak in his hair that claims to have met you at the club the weekend before. When you confess to not remembering him, he becomes determined to make sure you never forget him again.

❥ Moodboard: Edit 1

❥ Song Inspiration: Rotate (Clockwise) by Rak-Su

❥ A/N: This is my first ever ATEEZ fanfic, so much longer than originally planned. I recently joined the fandom 2-3 weeks ago, and I'm so excited to start writing. As you can tell, San is my bias, and this man makes me WEAK in the knees. I have so many fics planned, so please support me! I hope you guys like this one! Can't wait to make new ATINY friends <3

Hmm, should you try one of the new flavors? Usually, you stick to buying the mango-flavored mochi ice cream, but today there was a new arrangement of flavors on display. Green Tea, Red Bean, Strawberry, Vanilla, and Mint Chocolate Chip.

“I recommend the mint chocolate chip. It’s one of my favorites.” A soft voice interrupts your thought process, causing you to turn around only to see an incredibly attractive guy standing behind you.

You couldn’t help but feel a little awkward, not used to handsome guys just walking up and talking to you. If anything, they didn’t really look your way, and if they did, they never approached you.

“Oh well, thank you for the suggestion,” you shyly smile, giving a slight head nod before turning around. Your fingers trail over the mint chocolate chip package, seriously considering it. Mint chocolate chip wasn’t exactly your favorite, but you weren’t against it. 

“Don’t you remember me?”

The question catches you off guard as you stare at him, trying to organize your thoughts. You were certain you would remember this man from just the bright green streak in his hair, but you couldn’t place him.

The more you gaze at his face, the more his features remind you of a fox. His face shape is very defined, and his jawline is so intense. God certainly took his time with this creation. For some reason, you couldn’t move away from his eyes and how they remained fixed on your own.

“I’m sorry, I don’t. Should I?”

You honestly wanted to curse yourself at this moment as his eyes flitted over your frame. The thought of dressing up as you did a quick run to the supermarket didn’t cross your mind. It was late at night, and you just wanted something cool to help with the boiling summer heat. That meant running out of the house in a slightly cropped white t-shirt and short black biker shorts.

This night would always be stuck in the back of your head forever. The words your father always told you about looking presentable in public suddenly entered your mind, and of course, you should’ve listened to his advice.

“I’m San. We danced together in the club last weekend,” he says, as the tip of his tongue does a quick swipe across his pink lips.

That simple motion was enough to make your knees buckle, but you must keep it together. Thinking back to that night, your close friend Jackson had you taking long shots straight from a Hennessey bottle. The only reason you couldn't remember him is probably cause you were drunk off your ass.

He doesn’t need to know that.

Truth is, San caused something to stir in your stomach. It had been such a long time since a guy actually gave you attention like this, and he was breathtakingly beautiful. He was far from the guys you typically went after, and maybe that’s a good thing.

The last thing you want is to seem desperate, though the only way to avoid that is to seem uninterested. Or at least seem hard to get.

“I’m sorry, your name doesn’t ring a bell. I danced with many people that night,” you explain, sounding calm and confident. The original reason you entered the supermarket returns to your mind, and you focus on the shelves again, your body turning away from him.

From the corner of your eye, San straightens his posture, not expecting that answer from you at all. He knew you wouldn’t have been alone at the club. Of course, you would have caught the eyes of many guys, but he was certain you would’ve remembered him at least.

“I guess you weren’t that memorable,” you finish, settling on the mint chocolate chip mochi box.

As you turn around, ready to leave, your breath hitches at San’s tall frame looming over you. His eyes are different from before. Instead of the bright wide doe-eyed guy from earlier, his eyes are darker, more intense, and slightly narrowed. You hadn’t realized how tall he was before, but here you were, craning your neck to look up at him.

His plush lips part when suddenly a familiar voice breaks the heated staredown.  

“Woah, Y/N! I see you’ve met San!”

An energetic Wooyoung makes his way to San, followed by Hongjoong, hands full of different chips and snacks. San’s eyes flicker between you and the guys when suddenly something registers in his mind. Wooyoung drapes an arm over San’s shoulder, pulling him close and creating some distance between the two of you.

“You guys know each other?” San beats you to ask the question. It certainly was a small world, after all.

Wooyoung laughs while patting San on the chest before looking at you, “This is our childhood best friend we kept telling you about. He just moved to the city.”

What were the chances you would run into the guy you had heard countless stories about almost every day?

“So this is the best friend you guys talk about every time we hang out?” You do a quick once over of him, matching his image to the third friend in the stories you always wondered about.

“Well, it looks like I am memorable after all,” San slightly smirks as his eyes focus on yours, widening, and cheeks lightly flushing.

“Are we missing something?” Hongjoong asks as he stands next to you, him and Wooyoung exchanging glances.

“It’s nothing important,” you quickly reply, earning a slight scoff from San as he runs his fingers through his black hair, muscles flexing from the motion.  

Hongjoong organizes the snacks in his hands as he turns to look at you.

“Are you busy tonight? You should come out with us.”

Wooyoung’s loud laughter causes a couple a few feet away to pause and stare before returning to their shopping.

“Y/N busy? Do you see what she’s wearing? You’re having one of your depressing movie nights, aren’t you?”

Wooyoung motions to the box of ice cream in your hand before shaking his head in laughter. Of course, you were so predictable. He and Hongjoong knew you like the back of their hands. Your routine on Saturday nights was usually the same if you weren’t with them or other friends.

“They aren’t depressing! You just don’t have taste,” you exclaim, crossing your arms and glaring at him, a small pout appearing on your face.

“No, I have to agree. Watching The Notebook and Dear John on a Saturday night is depressing,” Hongjoong agrees while squishing you against his side in a comforting hug.

San stands there watching the little conversation between the three of you in silence. He could see why Hongjoong and Wooyoung would be close friends with you. In a way, you reminded him of himself.

Back home, he would usually stay in on the weekends and hang out in front of the TV, preferring to be alone. Since moving to the new city, though, he wanted to break those old habits, so he agreed to go out with the guys tonight.    

“Fine, I’ll go out with you guys tonight, but on one condition,” you say, breaking San away from his thoughts as he glances down at your small self.

“What is it?” Hongjoong asks, his eyes lighting up at the thought of you finally going to the club with them.

“Wooyoung’s buying my ice cream,” you say, tossing the box into his hand with a grin before walking ahead of them, a small giggle leaving your lips.

“Ya! I’m always buying your ice cream, I swear!” Wooyoung shouts jokingly as he follows behind you, happy you agreed to their plans.

Hongjoong catches up to them, San trailing behind as he watches how your hips sway with each step. A smile breaks across his lips as he thinks of you, realizing that he enjoys your feistiness more than he expected.

“Wooyoung, I don’t know how I feel about this dress,” you nervously express while pivoting back and forth in front of the mirror.

It was far from anything you had ever worn out to the club. The dress was bought sometime last summer while on a trip with a few close friends of yours. They had convinced you to buy it, exclaiming that it was about time you stepped out of your comfort zone.

The last thing you expected was for Wooyoung to pull it out from the depths of your closet and toss it on the bed, a pair of matching sparkly black heels beside it. You tend to stray away from sparkly short dresses, but this one caught your attention because of the beautiful strappy back.

The self-conscious feeling begins to rise at the idea of forgoing a bra. You always wore bras in every dress you bought, but the intricate back of this one made it impossible.

“Oh, come on! I’ve never seen you in something like this! You look banging too!” He shouts while motioning to your figure as if presenting you to an audience.

Well… maybe you could wear it out. The dress was bound to come out of the closet at some point, and Wooyoung was the only one who could convince you to wear it. You had let your hair down in loose curls and decided to keep your makeup simple. You did your regular face routine with the addition of some eyelashes, winged eyeliner, and of course, a bold red lip.

While you were busy studying yourself in the mirror, you hadn’t noticed that Wooyoung had left the room, heading out to call for a ride to the club.

Instead, standing in his place against your bedroom door stood San, his brown eyes scanning over your body multiple times before settling on your face. He was certain you were trying to put him into a trance. He couldn’t figure out where to look, completely captivated by you.

“Wooyoung, I’m not sure about this. I’ve never worn anything like this. Some guys can get touchy in the club, and I don’t want to start any problems,” you huff out a little disappointed before turning around.   

You almost stumble a little, completely unaware of the moment San entered your room. He was leaning against the door, arms crossed and noticeable beneath the fitted black dress shirt he wore, the first two buttons opened and exposing his chest. The black skinny jeans he wore pressed against his legs a little too perfect as he straightened himself.

“You look stunning in that,” he says, his voice suddenly sounding deeper than before.

It’s hard to swallow as you look at him, trying to avoid eye contact but hopelessly failing. He has siren eyes; you're sure of it. The man might even be a siren himself or some damn mythical creature. That might not even be the right word to describe him, but all you know is that it becomes hard to breathe every time he’s near.

“T-thank you,” you manage to stutter out, nerves on complete display for him. His light chuckle warms your heart as he steps towards you, eyes locked on your own.

Your fingers fumble with the short fabric at the end of your dress, lightly biting down on your bottom lip before releasing it.

“I'm not sure. I know how guys are at the club. I don’t want to get into any problems,” you nervously explain to San, his head tilting to hear your concern.

His brows furrow in confusion, and you’re sure he hadn’t thought about that. Maybe he would agree that you should change out of the short dress and put on something else.

“That’s not an issue. Wear the dress. I can fight,” he softly breathes, the look on his face absolutely serious and firm. This was when you were sure your knees would buckle from that sentence and look alone.

Luckily before you can reply, Hoongjoong enters the room, announcing that the ride is 5 minutes away. You stumble back a little, caught off guard by Hongjoong and aware of the proximity between you and San.

Before you can fall back, San’s strong hand wraps around your wrist, tugging you forth and right into his chest. A soft floral and sweet scent enters your senses, and all you want to do is bury yourself there.

“Ya! Y/N, you’re so clumsy. Let’s go,” Wooyoung shouts, dragging you away from San before looking back and shooting his friend a wink.

San stands there in shock, not expecting Wooyoung to pick up on his interest in you. He thought he was doing well keeping it a secret, but clearly not well enough if Wooyoung noticed. 

I just wanna see you rotate, both ways

I just wanna see you rotate, slowly

The music booms loudly in your ears as the bass thunders in your chest, and your favorite song begins. The club was becoming more and more crowded as the minutes went by. The four of you had been here about a little over an hour, and the vibes were only getting better.

“This is my song! Let me show you!”

Your voice is barely heard over the sound of the music as you shout to Hongjoong, your hands in the air and hips swaying to the rhythm. Wooyoung had disappeared some time ago, most likely looking for some girl to take home.

The last time you saw San, he was sitting at the bar, a few girls immediately flocking towards him. Of course, it made you feel some type of way, the way he smiled at them, but the two of you aren’t together.

He’s single.

And so are you.

“Oooo, wait, take this shot first and let me see!” Hongjoong yells as he pushes what’s probably your fifth tequila shot of the night into your hands, quickly downing his own. Taking a deep breath, your head tilts as the cool liquid slides down your throat, the burn immediately settling in your stomach as a new wave of confidence takes over.

Your hands glide up and down your arms as the rhythm and lyrics take over your body. The flashing blue and green laser lights of the nightclub gave you an adrenaline rush, your skin heating up from the shot and other bodies brushing up against you.

Hongjoong disappears from your sight for a few seconds before he reappears, tugging your wrist towards the bar. 

Mingi, the tall and buff bartender you became quick acquaintances with due to your many appearances at his club, sent a wink your way before he tapped the counter twice. Confusion settles onto your face as your head tilts to the side, Hongjoong pulling you next to him.

“Only for you! Just this once!”

Mingi shouts before his hands rest on your waist, and you’re hoisted up until your heels touch the flat surface of the counter. Your heart stammers at the realization that they want you to dance on the bar. Cheers and shouts erupt around you as people start to notice.   

One time, let me put it 'pon ya

Two times, let me put it 'pon ya

The nerves slowly vanish as you feel the music, your hips ticking side to side as more people corner around the bar. The attention you’re feeling only empowers you even more as you lean forward, arching your back and moving your waist in a slow wine.    

Three times I try, you caught my eye

You know what's on my mind

You glance around at the crowd, drowning in the attention and feeling of so many eyes amazed by you. When you make contact with those familiar, dark, and slightly narrowed eyes, your breath falters a little. San sits at the end of the bar, body leaning back against the chair as he tracks your every turn, dip, and bend. 

“Wooo, you look hot, Y/N,” Wooyoung shouts as he appears behind San, hand resting on his shoulder. Wooyoung raises his shot in the air to you before sending it back down his awaiting mouth.

Why you acting so shy?

Come and take the spotlight

Gracefully and in time with the beat, you dance towards the end of the bar, very aware of the girls sitting on each side of San, watching you with bitter stares. Just as your favorite part of the song plays, you drop low in front of him, aware of how high your dress rises, barely covering your ass.

Baby, make your body go clockwise, anti-clockwise

Baby, make your body go clockwise, anti-clockwise

The alcohol floods your veins as Hongjoong, Wooyoung, Mingi, and the screams of other people sound in your ear. Your fingers fasten in the top of your hair as your hips twist in circles, fingers moving to caress down your arms, putting on a sexy show for one man in particular.

San licks his lips, one eyebrow lifting as his eyes take in every inch of your body, your ass on display for him, and god was he blessed. Never had he ever received a dance from a girl in all of his years of dancing, and from the way, you were gazing at him, he knew this was his first.

As the song comes to a slow finish and the next one starts, Mingi helps you down the bar, and you make your way towards the three guys you entered the club with. 

Wooyoung and Hongjoong pull you in between them, squishing you against their warm bodies as they hug you close.

“I have never seen you dance like that,” Hongjoong shouts as he looks at you in complete awe.

“Wow, I’m surprised you’re not a dancer with smooth movements like those,” San says before taking a sip from the glass in his hand.

“See, that’s a huge compliment coming from a dancer like San!”

Hongjoong smiles as he looks between the two of you. You knew from the countless stories Wooyoung told that he was a pretty well-known backup dancer, but you hadn’t realized he was that good, and your cheeks began to heat up.

“This was all my doing,” Wooyoung says as he looks at you, “I knew the dress would bring out a different side of you that you’ve been hiding!”

A soft smile settles across your face as you realize he’s right. There’s no way you would’ve been bold enough to dance like that on the bar in a different dress. With all their eyes on you and no idea what to say, you thought of the one thing that would make you feel more relaxed.

“How about another round of shots?!” You begin to walk away and head towards Mingi on the other side of the bar without waiting for a reply when Hongjoong’s hands suddenly shoot onto your shoulders.

“Woah, we just had a shot less than 10 minutes ago.”

Hongjoong was right about that, but taking a shot might ease your nerves around San. He wouldn’t stop looking at you with that intense stare as he sips his drink. You had no idea what he was drinking, but if you had to guess, maybe it was vodka.

“Yea, wait here. I’m gonna get you water instead,” Wooyoung shouts over the loud music before ruffling your hair a little and heading towards the busy bartender.

“Water? Are you guys serious? I’m not even drunk,” You pout, looking at Hongjoong with wide eyes while wrapping your arms around his neck.

He tries so hard to hold his laugh in but fails and just shakes his head at you. His soft hands reach up to unclasp yours from his neck, looking over at San as he speaks.

“Please watch her. She’s had her fun for the night. I’m gonna call for a ride to take her home,” Hongjoong explains.

San sends a smile his way, assuring him not to worry about you. Now that Hongjoong leaves, reality sinks in. You’re stuck here with San watching you. All you want to do is disappear into the crowd of people, and that’s exactly what the voice in your head tells you to do.

Just as you get about five feet away and into the crowd, a really tight grip encircles your hips, pulling your hips flush against a firm body. The hardness against your back is the first thing you notice, and you’re in shock.

Before you even turn around, the presence behind you fades as if it was in your imagination. The hardness was there one second and gone within half a second.

“Touch her again, and I’ll break your fucking hands.”

The low and threatening voice is the first thing you notice as your eyes land on a fuming San. His jaw clenches as he fists the shirt of some guy clearly drunk off his ass, now looking like a deer in headlights. The guy raises both hands in surrender as he mumbles out a jumble of words before San lets him go, and he takes off.

Standing there, you’re unsure what to do. Maybe you should thank him, but you didn’t ask him to do that. You didn’t need him to protect you, but he still did it. He’s still pissed. You can tell from the way he stands there, still looking in the direction of the guy, shoulders tense and jaw clenched.

A deep breath exits his mouth as he turns around to look at you, his face immediately relaxing as his brown eyes meet yours. You swallow, mouth feeling dry as he slowly walks over to you, head tilting as he studies your face. One of his ring-clad fingers ghosts over your cheek before tucking a stray curl behind your ear.

“Are you okay?” San asks as his eyes soften.

Out of all the expressions you had seen from him, this was a first. You didn’t think it was possible for him to show concern since he was always looking at you with those narrowed eyes. All you can do is nod, not able to trust your voice because of the way he’s looking at you.

“It’s because of this dress. Some bastards can’t keep their hands to themselves,” he says while glancing around you before pulling you closer. His hand was comfortably resting on your lower back, the heat from his palm warming up your skin and making it hard to breathe.

“What? You told me to wear the dress in the first place,” you complain, suddenly feeling disappointment fill your head at the thought of him not liking the dress.

As if reading your thoughts, he pushes his tongue into his cheek before sucking his teeth. He noticed how quickly your face had fallen and couldn’t stand seeing you like that.

“I did tell you to wear it. I love the way you look too,” he says, voice more serious as he glances down at you.

“I just don’t like anyone else enjoying the same view as me,” he whispers, tongue wetting his lips as he sucks it into his mouth.

The change in your breathing doesn’t go unnoticed by him as he slowly leans in closer, your senses overtaken by that same soft floral, sweet scent you associated him with. San’s grip on your waist tightens, and you can feel his minty breath wash over your face as he gets closer.

“There you two are!” Wooyoung’s shout makes the two of you jump apart quickly, your friend grinning like a Chesire cat because of the position he had caught you two in.

“Here’s your water, Y/N. Hongjoong was looking for you guys. The ride is gonna be here soon,” he explains as you down the water, the ice coldness soothing your throat and taking away some of the heat you had been feeling.

Wooyoung stands there, eyes flickering between you and San as he shakes his head and slaps him on the back, a chuckle leaving his throat.

“We should go meet Hongjoong,” San shouts over the loud music, unsure how to make things less awkward for you now that Wooyoung had almost seen the two of you kiss.

You nod in agreement, still chugging the water down as the two of them follow closely behind you. Little did you know that the two of them were playfully pushing each other around, Wooyoung excited about the thought of you and San together. 

“Damn, where the hell did Wooyoung go?” Hongjoong groans as he looks around the front of the building used to this happening. He was always taking on the parent role in the group even if he didn’t want to.

“I thought you saw him sneak back into the club with that blonde girl,” San comments while shrugging his shoulders, clearly not concerned with his friend’s whereabouts.

You stifle a laugh as Hongjoong throws his head back, sweat trickling down the side of his forehead from his constant running around before he once again enters the nightclub.

“Wait here for the ride,” he orders, giving you both one last look before entering the swarm of bodies.

Right as he enters the building, two girls walk out, giggles erupting from their lips but suddenly becoming serious as they traipse over to San leaning against the brick exterior. You recognize them as the two girls that were sitting around him earlier in the club.

“What are you waiting here for? You can come home with us,” One of the girls giggles while trailing the tips of her fingers across the top of his exposed chest. The way she looked up at him with giant doll eyes made you want to throw up all the shots you had downed. 

“Yea, we can show you a very good time,” the slightly shorter friend smiles as she squeezes his bicep and earns a soft chuckle from him.

You were pissed at Wooyoung and Hongjoong for leaving you with him. The last thing you wanted was to watch these two girls drool all over him. The worst part about it is that he was actually entertaining them, chuckling and tilting his lips as his eyes flicker back and forth between the two.

“Fuck this,” you mutter to yourself, head fuming at what you were witnessing.

It’s been almost 10 minutes since you’ve been waiting for the damn ride and you were done waiting. The cool breeze helps calm your emotions as you begin the walk back to your apartment. This area's streets are pretty noisy, with other people entering and leaving the different strings of clubs up and down the block.

You don’t even glance back to see if San notices you walking away. Truthfully, you didn’t think he would care, and why would he? He was occupied with not one but two girls! Pain shoots through your feet as the aftermath of wearing heels for so long finally begins to settle. Your apartment is only a 10-minute walk away; if you power through the pain, you can make it.

“Y/N, is that you?” The voice causes you to halt in your tracks, turning to notice a very happy and smiling Seonghwa entering your line of sight.

“Oh my gosh, Hwa! It’s so nice to see you!” Excitement runs through your veins, replacing the bitter emotions from before. It was nice to see a familiar face and one that was like family at that.

“Damn, you went to the club like that? Let me see you do a spin,” he grins, holding out his hand for you to grab onto.

Giggles erupt from your lips as you twirl for him, the club's neon blue and green lights swirling in your vision. He lets out a low whistle that has your mood soaring through the roof and a wide smile spreading across your face.

“Were you at the club with your friends?” You ask him as he stops spinning you, his hands resting on your hips.

He looks back towards the entryway of the other club, replying, “Yea, I was out with Yeosang, Yunho, and Jongho. I’m leaving now, though. I’ve had my fun. Do you need a ride home?”

Someone must have been watching over you because you swear Seonghwa was an angel sent in a time of need when you needed help the most. He grins widely, noting the relief that washes over your face from his offer.

“Yes, please! My feet are killing me, Hongjoong is still looking for Wooyoung in the club, and San is busy with some girls,” you ramble on, voice coming out slower and softer towards the end.

“San,” Seonghwa states instead of questioning, and you’re confused for a second until you feel a firm pressure on your hips, Seonghwa’s hands falling and being replaced with tighter ones.

“Yes, that’s my name.” A shiver runs down your spine as his cool breath hits your neck, your body tensing from his closeness.

Turning around in his arms and away from his body, his warmth immediately leaves you. A frown fixes on his lips from your reaction, but it passes as he looks at Seonghwa, eyes narrowing.

“What are you doing here?” You ask him, feeling irritated with the way he glares at Seonghwa. His brown eyes shift to your face, brows pulling together as he speaks.

“I was in the middle of a conversation, and when I looked up, you were gone. I saw you turn the corner and followed you. I was worried,” he explains, voice low as he runs through everything in his mind.

The concern in his voice has you softening for a minute, and warmth fills your heart as you realize he came looking for you. Then within a second, it disappears again as he looks at Hwa with that same glare as before.

“We should get going. Our ride is waiting,” he says, dark eyes unwavering from Hwa.

“I’m good. You can go ahead. Seonghwa is going to take me home,” you state. You don’t back down even when San’s dark eyes stare into your soul. Anyone walking by could easily tell he was pissed off from the look on his face alone.

“You’re leaving with me,” he says even more firmly than before. His body inching forward to grab you when suddenly Hwa steps in front of you, clearly finding amusement in San’s reactions.

“She doesn’t want to leave with you. I’ll take her home.”

The last thing you wanted was to see the two of them having a damn dominance contest. You didn’t come to the club to deal with this. It was supposed to be a night of just fun with friends, and now these two were having a pissing contest.

“She came with me. She’s leaving with me,” San grits out, jaw clenching and face getting closer to Seonghwa with each word.

“Listen,” you shout, stepping in front of Seonghwa and placing your hands on San’s chest to push him back a little.

“I’m leaving with Seonghwa. You were so busy earlier that you didn’t even notice me leaving. You can go have fun with your girls. No need for you to take me home.”

You turn away from him, grabbing onto Seonghwa’s wrist as you lead him to the parking lot. Sure, you felt a little bad, but you didn’t like how he wanted your attention one minute and then was busy with another girl elsewhere the next. You have every right to make your own choices, it wasn’t like the two of you were together.

San’s eyes widen in shock as he processes the words that leave your mouth. He didn’t think you would fight him on this. In fact, he thought you would just give in to avoid any more conflict. He feels like shit as he watches you walk away with Seonghwa.

It was true that he was busy talking to those girls, but they wouldn’t leave him alone. He didn’t want to be rude and tell them to stop talking or just walk away from them. He let them continue their words, letting out some awkward chuckles here and there, but the truth is he didn’t even pay attention to the conversation.

He thought you would turn back, return to him and wait for the ride. It wasn’t until you turned the corner that he realized he fucked up. He sprinted from those girls, not caring to apologize or explain as he ran in search of you.

He thought going after you would make things better, but it just seemed to make things worse, and watching you leave with another guy made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Jealous. 

It’s about midnight when you finally slump against the couch after saying bye to Seonghwa. Once you reached home, the dress was immediately off your body and replaced with a soft silk black robe.

The heels are neatly placed in your closet, and the only thing remaining is your makeup. The major downside of going out so late at night is removing all of your makeup, especially the eyelashes.

Scrolling through your phone, you send a quick text to Hongjoong and Wooyoung, letting both of them know you got home safely and that Seonghwa gave you a ride. You don’t expect a text from them, certain they’re still at the club or just leaving.

As you look out the window, you’re happy you left the club when you did. It started drizzling when Seonghwa dropped you off, and now it was pouring. Throwing your phone onto the couch, you decide to go take off your makeup when a knock on your door halts your steps.

Glancing at the clock, you wonder who could be knocking at your door at this hour. Assuming it’s most likely Wooyoung or Hongjoon deciding to crash at your place, you swing the door open without a second thought.

The last thing you expect to find is San soaking wet from the rain, clothes dripping wet, hair stuck to his face, and breathing heavily.

He glances at you, noticing the black robe wrapped tightly around your frame, before pushing himself into your apartment. You shut the door, eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

“Where is he?” His chest is moving up and down at a fast and steady pace as he tries to walk by you, his eyes franticly searching all around your apartment.

“Woah, did you run here, San?” You ask, blocking his path as you tug on the side of his black shirt. It was the only thought that came to mind when you noticed how out of breath he was. It had only just started pouring a few minutes ago too.

“Where the hell is he, Y/N? Is he in your room?”

San asks as he begins walking towards your bedroom, a water trail following him. Your hands push against his chest, stopping him before he can even enter the hallway, keeping him in the kitchen and living room area.

“Stop it! You’re dripping water everywhere, San!” 

You shout, becoming upset with the mess that he’s creating in your apartment. Cleanliness is one of the most important things you value. Having things in order is always important to you, and with the mess San is causing on all of your floors, you’re about to pull out his and your hair.    

San looks down at your hands pressing flat against his chest, his own cold hands wrapping around both of your wrists as he looks you straight in the eyes.

“Answer my damn question, Y/N! Is he here? Was he her-” His eyes are completely dark and fuming as he stares at you, trying to stop himself from imagining you and that punk together.

“Why the hell does it matter?”

You yell, cutting him off and preventing him from finishing his sentence because his actions are so uncalled for.

It was none of his business if Seonghwa was at your place. Taking a step back, you try to tug your wrists from his grasp, only for him to pull you closer, your chin now touching his chest.

“If you interrupt me one more time, Y/N– so help me, god.” 

“As if I’m gonna listen to you. Please, what are you gonn- ”

Before you can even finish the sentence, your back is against the front door, San’s drenched body pushing against yours and wetting your robe.

“I’ll show you what I can do about it, but first,” he pauses, his forehead against yours, eyes closed as he takes a deep breath before opening them again and focusing on your eyes.

“I need to know. Were you with him?” The way San asks the question makes your frustration fade away. His voice is soft and almost shaky, as if he’s afraid to hear the answer, but he needs to know. 

“I wasn’t with him. Nothing has ever happened between us, and it never will. I don’t think his boyfriend would be too happy, honestly,” you carefully explain and watch as San’s eyes widen in realization. You can visibly see his shoulders relax as he lets out a breath he had been holding.

“But why were you bothered by him so much?”

The question tumbles out of your mouth so quickly before you can even process it. It had been on your mind the entire ride back home with Seonghwa, but you weren’t planning to bring it up at all. 

The question tumbles out of your mouth so quickly before you can even process it. It had been on your mind the entire ride back home with Seonghwa, but you weren’t planning to bring it up at all.

It was hard to read San. At first, you thought he might actually be interested in you, but then the next minute, when other girls were around, it was as if you didn’t exist.

“Because you were with him and not me.”

He leans back a little, his arms by the side of your face still trapping you between his body, but now you could see him entirely. A fake chuckle is all you can do to express how you feel, and from the look of surprise on his face, he wasn’t expecting that.

“It didn’t seem like you needed me. You had enough girls to occupy you,” you mockingly reply, catching him slightly flinch from your harsh but true words.

A loud sigh passes through his pink lips as he fists a hand through his wet hair, tugging at the strands in frustration.

“Fuck… I was trying to stay away from you because you’re friends with Wooyoung and Hongjoong. I was trying to distract myself because I don’t want to fuck things up,” he explains slowly, thinking about his words carefully.

His eyes remain on yours the entire time he speaks, and you know it’s the truth as you get lost in his dark eyes and his soft, honey voice.

“Then why did you come here?” The question comes out barely above a whisper, almost unheard because of the pouring rain.

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you since the first night we met. I know you don’t remember, but I do, and I keep remembering it. I’ve been thinking about you all day, and then I ran into you at the store,” San says as he reaches up to gently caress your cheek with his thumb, not imagining that this moment was actually happening.

A small smile touches his lips as he notices how your eyes close and you lean into him.

“I thought it was just a coincidence at first. I’m not someone who believes in fate, but everything changed for me when I found out Wooyoung and Hongjoong knew you too. No one has ever affected me this much. I just can’t get enough of you,” San breathes out his confession, relieved that it’s all out there but unsure of what happens now.

You’re unsure about your feelings for him as you stare at him. You know you have some, but he’s right. Both of you are friends with Wooyoung and Hongjoong, and there’s a risk to the friendship there. If things end badly between you, that could damage many friendships and complicate things.

San starts to feel a little uneasy at your silence. He didn’t expect you to accept his feelings and say you love him, but he expected you to say something at least, even if you rejected him.

Regarding relationships, you were never one to jump into things. You never did one-night stands and considered yourself as someone who prefers long-term relationships.

But as you look at San standing before you and confessing that he hasn’t stopped thinking about you for a second, all of that logic goes out the window and into the storm. You were always thinking with your head; for once, you wanted to let your heart win.

“How badly do you want me?” You quietly ask, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

A groan escapes San’s lips as his tongue wets the surface, “So fucking bad. If it meant giving up dancing to be with you, I’d do it in a heartbeat. Without any regrets.”

You stare up at the man before you, his hand reaching up, gripping your jaw tightly, his silver rings feeling cold against the warm skin of your cheek. His thumb slowly brushes over your bottom lip, admiring the lust swimming in your eyes and the red flush settling onto your cheeks.

Without thinking, you part your lips and slowly wrap them around his thumb, feeling satisfied as the digit starts to sink further into your mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N,” San groans, his eyes hooded in desire, as he pulls his thumb from your mouth, biting his lips as he notices the clear trail of saliva connected to it.

“Kiss me, San.”

That’s all it takes for San to let go and smash his lips onto yours. He kisses softly yet passionately as if he’s trying to get lost in you. He wants to memorize every single curve of your lips and each inch of your mouth as his fingers grip your hips tightly.

It feels as if every inch of your body is on fire, your hands gripping his shirt as you pull him tightly against you. You want more of him. It feels like you’re drowning in his smell, touch, and taste. His fingers draw small circles against your hips over your robe, and the realization of how little clothing you have on hits you.

San lightly teases his tongue against your lips, a smile splitting onto his face as you easily grant him access. His tongue explores your mouth, lightly flicking against your own tongue a few times, giving him complete control.

“Fuck. This is a one-time thing, right?” You manage to say against his lips feeling breathless.

It’s supposed to be a firm statement, but it comes out more like a question. San makes it incredibly hard to think straight when his lips are pressing against yours so rough and hungry. He breaks away from the kiss to talk for a second before continuing his actions.   

“You know that’s a lie,” he murmurs while peppering kisses along your jawline and down to your neck, teeth biting the skin there but not deep enough to break this skin. 

“This might be the first time, but it definitely won’t be the last,” he says against your neck, leaving small hickeys as he continues down to the top of your robe. His flick up to yours, heat swirling in them, gaze darkening and eyes hooded.

“Don’t give me that look,” you whine out, aware of the wetness gathering between your thighs from just his stare alone.

San chuckles against your chest, his warm breath hitting the slightly exposed skin there.

“What’s the matter, Y/N? Do you get nervous when I look at you like this?” The smirk on his face is disgustingly sexy, and you can’t argue with him. He knows exactly how to use his expressions to his advantage, leaving you in a mess before him.

With a soft thud, your head leans against the wall as you avoid eye contact with him. His stare wasn’t equivalent to a siren. You were wrong to think that before. He had the eyes of a demon, dark and waiting to devour you.

“Don’t be shy now. Where’s the feisty girl from earlier?”

He mumbles against your chest, purposely avoiding the deep neckline of your robe that reveals some cleavage. His lips leave delicate kisses across your chest, his hands wrapping around your thighs and hosting you up against him.

Pride fills him as you let out a loud and needy whine, pulling his head tightly against your chest as he swiftly kicks his shoes off before entering your bedroom.

San tosses you onto the bed, mesmerized by the way your hair spread out around you in a perfect halo, as the robe comes undone, both sides falling open and exposing your smooth skin.

His teeth immediately sinks into his bottom lip, trying to digest that this was happening. You were here, spread out and so needy for him. Willing to let him touch you in ways you could only dream about. 

“Please touch me, San,” you beg, moving to sit up only to halt your actions, San shaking his head and telling you not to move.

“God, I love when you say my name,” he groans, fingers making quick work of his black buttoned-down shirt and jeans, the clothing left in a pile at the front of your door.

He can’t keep calm as he takes in every uncovered inch of your skin, from the perfect curve of your breasts and hardened nipples to the red panties he had been picturing all night.

The image was stuck in his head from the moment you flashed him in the club during your dance. He didn’t know if it was intentional or not as you dropped in front of him, legs spread at an angle so only he could see between, but thank god you did.

He carefully drops onto his knees, head dipping low as he presses gentle kisses up your feet, ankles, legs, and thighs until he reaches your center.

“San, please just fuck me. I can’t wait any longer,” you moan, fingers weaving into his hair as you pull him up, his eyes rolling back from your neediness.

“Guess I’ll have to wait until next time to taste you,” he chuckles against your lips, the comment a small reminder that this wouldn’t be the last time.

 You want to tell him not to get his hopes up, but the whiny “just fuck me” is all the confirmation he needs. If he made you feel like this, you would never let him leave your apartment. 

There’s a scraping of teeth, and a battle of tongues as both of your fingers work to remove the remaining fabric on your bodies. San draws back to look at you, a low “fuck” passing his lips as his mouth latches onto your breast, pulling the flesh into his mouth and moaning loudly. His fingers play with your other breast, pulling and twisting at the nipple before giving it the same attention with his mouth.

You can feel his dick, heavy and hard, slip between your thighs and slowly drag against your wet folds. He pauses his sucking and breathlessly says, “Condom?”

As much as you know you shouldn’t, you shake your head. You’re on the pill but don’t know if San has been with anyone else. You also didn’t have any condoms around, not having an actual sex life, but you were certain San carried one with him.

“I want to feel you. I want you inside of me now,” you moan out, pulling San back to your lips as his hands position your legs around his hips.

San is certain he just died and went to heaven. Not only did you want to have sex with him, but you wanted him to fuck you raw. Truth is, he didn’t prepare for this to happen. He didn’t carry condoms with him like most guys because he wasn’t out looking for sex.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” San breathes out as he stares into your eyes, the tip of his dick leaking precum as he pushes through your folds, breaching your entrance.

You feel intoxicated by his touch, the pink head of his dick stretching your walls as the smell of his heavenly cologne overflows around you.

You push your hips down, grinding yourself against his length, taking him in another inch as pleasure washes over the both of you. San licks his lips, eyes glued to where your bodies join, enjoying how he fits so snugly.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” you manage to breathe out, continuously clenching as San finally bottoms out completely inside of you. His breathing is just as heavy as yours, experiencing this for the first time. He had never had sex with anyone like this before, and every feeling was magnified.

“You feel so good, baby,” San grunts as he carefully moves his hips back and forth, swearing each time you clench around him.

His hips pick up pace as your moans encourage him, sweat dripping down the side of his forehead as he holds himself up by the forearms, taking in your fucked out expression.

He admires you, your body relaxed and covered in his marks and sweat. In his mind, you looked like a work of art, and he was the proud painter perfecting each brush stroke until you were no longer the clean blank canvas as before. He was determined to leave you a mess, so you would be reminded of his presence in this room even when he wasn’t there.

The sound of his dick moving in and out of you sets your skin ablaze as the squelching sound of your juices gets louder with his hard thrusts. The moans that leave your lips become more obscene as San gives a rough thrust upwards, pushing himself deeper inside of you, hitting that special spot and making your back arch.

“I- I love it when you t-talk dirty,” you struggle to say as the pleasure builds up with each of San’s powerful thrusts.

The smirk that stretches across his face as he looks at you with hooded eyes screams trouble. You’re unsure if telling him that was a mistake, but you’re about to find out. 

You’re unsure if telling him that was a mistake, but you’re about to find out. He flips you over, dick never slipping out as he thrusts into you from below, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders as he ruts into you. You’re letting out whines, shaking your head from side to side as the pleasure becomes too intense.

“I know you can take it, baby. I know you love it. Look how good you soak my cock,” San says, his praises encouraging as you look down to watch him disappear into you. His dick is so hard and covered in your wetness, his lower stomach shiny from your arousal.

“Fuck, you’re such a filthy girl. And it’s all for me, right?” He asks as his thumb finds your clit, pressing tight circles on it that draw out a long “yes” from you.

“Only for you. Only for you,” you pant against his lips as you lean forward, San’s hands gripping your ass as he pounds into you.

He’s on the brink of cumming, and when he delivers one powerful thrust, he feels you shake, your pussy holding him incredibly tight as you orgasm, wave after wave hitting you, each stronger than the previous.

He manages to fuck you through it, dick pulsing as your walls constrict around him, praising you as more wetness seeps onto him.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he grunts, teeth grinding as your tightening and wetness propels him to chase after his own orgasm as his eyes have trouble finding a place to focus.

He’s reeling in pleasure as the images in front of him take over his mind. His eyes flicker between his thick cock disappearing between your swollen lips, sliding in and out of your wetness and your glassy eyes staring down at him. 

“Please give it to me. I want you to cum inside of me. Please, San,” you beg, your words coming out high-pitched and desperate. It was all San needed to hear from you. You didn’t have to beg him, he would give you everything he had, over and over until he was empty.

“Fuck I’m cumming,” he moans loudly, the loudest you’ve heard him tonight, as his thrusts turn sloppy and warmth floods your insides.

Each hot spurt has you clenching around him, further heightening his pleasure as he empties himself, enjoying the view of his cum squeezing out of you.

 His hair sticks to his forehead, sweat dripping down his face, neck, and chest. Almost every inch of his skin is covered in sweat, and so is yours. Both of you are a mess, and as you carefully pull off him, a mixture of your wetness and San’s cum spills out onto his stomach, earning a loud moan from him.

“You’re so sexy, baby,” he chuckles, pulling you down by the neck and planting a short and gentle kiss against your lips.

He reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing a tissue to wipe his stomach as you lay beside him, legs sticky with both of your releases. As San catches his breath next to you, dick already softening, you can’t help but mumble, “That was amazing.”

San pulls you closer to his side, one hand hooking around your shoulder as the other settles onto your hip. Head resting on his shoulder, he looks down at you, eyes full of warmth and a mouthful of white teeth on display.

“It was incredible,” he replies, placing a sweet kiss on the top of your head. A peaceful silence fills the room, and he opens his mouth to speak again.

“I hope you know you’re more than just a one-night stand to me. I want you every morning. Every day. Every night. In every way possible,” he whispers, looking down at you, brown eyes sparkling in the soft moonlight.

“I feel the same way too,” you confess, heart swelling and comforted by the fact that this was more than just a night of sex for him.

San leans in, his lips moving to cover yours when a loud bang in the living room suddenly interrupts it.

“What the fuck?” You jump, startled by the noise.

San’s face becomes serious as he stands up, covering you in the blanket at the foot of your bed before pulling on his briefs.

“Stay here. I’ll check it out,” he whispers, about to walk away when you tug onto his wrist.

“Wait! Take this,” you quietly say, leaning over the edge of the bed to pull a metal baseball bat from underneath.

“For protection,” you explain, handing it to him only to receive a soft chuckle. You watch as he steps out into the hallway, anxiously waiting. It’s silent for a few minutes before you hear a loud and annoying voice.

“What the fuck! Are you trying to kill me?! See, I told you, Hongjoong! I knew the two of them would fuck! You owe me 50 bucks!”

Footsteps sound down the hallway, and you pull the sheets closer to your chest, covering any visible skin. An embarrassed San trails in, followed by a drunk Wooyoung and a tipsy Hongjoong.

“I tried to make them leave,” San explains, cheeks flushing as he runs his fingers through his hair.

“Y/N!” Hongjoong whines as he takes another step into the room.

“Now I owe him money,” he drunkenly pouts, looking cute and defeated. All you can do is laugh as San returns to his spot next to you, leaning against the headboard.

“I knew she wouldn't be able to resist him! That’s my boy,” Wooyoung shouts a little too loud, causing Hongjoong to flinch as Wooyoung smiles in triumph.

“Yea, you’re right. She couldn’t resist my charms,” San grins, eyebrows raising as he gives you that sexy look he was talking about.

You lightly slap his chest, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as he pulls you towards him, placing a kiss on your nose before ordering the two trouble makers to leave.

You weren’t entirely sure what would come out of this, but you felt good about it. If this happened when you listened to your heart, you would do it more often. 

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Baby Girl

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Warning: Jealousy, Smut

Word Count: 1.6k

Tonight was your night. 

The night that you were finally going to break the dry spell that was physically hurting you inside and out. Your boyfriend had broken up with you a few weeks ago and it completely shattered your confidence. The things he said to you, the harsh word he spewed at you almost broke you but you fought and you fought fucking hard to get out of the spiraling depression he sent you into. 

Fuck him, you didn't need him. You were hot and you could get anyone you wanted, and that's exactly what you were going to do tonight. You walked into the house that's walls were shaking from the bass blaring through the whole place. The smell of weed and cigarettes wafted into your face as you walked through the halls, heading towards the kitchen. You could make your way through this house with your eyes closed. You'd been in it a million and one times, considering it was your best friend, Baekhyun's house. You and he had met years ago in school, and for some reason you completely fell for his dumbass. You were the best of friends, a slight crush sometimes creeped in there but you focused on whatever other man had your interest in that moment. Your feelings did stop for a while when you were with your ex, but now they are slowly creeping up again. He had been in an off and on relationship with a girl since about a year after you met. You didn't like her, she was a fucking snake, but Baekhyun liked her so you played nice when you needed too. 

You stroll into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the cooler before taking a shot of whatever that was just placed in front of you. You see Baekhyun with a giant grin and a bottle of gin in his hand. He looked suspicious, and that usually meant he was up to something or needed to talk to you about something and get your advice. 

"What?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. 

"Shot first, talk after." He grins, gesturing to the shot again. You pick it up and take it, placing the empty glass back onto the island. He reaches forward, pouring another one. "One more. And then I'll tell you. I don't know what to do." He sighs.

You roll your eyes, taking the shot and placing the glass down. Baekhyun places the bottle of gin down and goes down another hallway, waving to you to come with him. You follow him down, to the end where he stops, leans against the wall and looks at you. 

"She's here." He starts. 

"Who?" You ask. 

"Fucking Lisa. She's here and she's not alone." He tells you. 

Lisa was the snake Baekhyun had been dating. She broke up with him two days ago. 

"The fucking audacity of that bitch. With a dude?" You ask. 

"Yeah, and you'll never guess who." He responds. 

"Kai." You say. 

Baekhyun looks at you with wide eyes. "How'd you know?" 

"Cause she's a fucking snake, and Kai is Kai." You explain. 

"What the fuck do I do?" Baekhyun groans. 

"Make her jealous. She wants to hurt you and make you jealous, give it right back to her." You say, shrugging your shoulders. 

"Yes." He grins. "That's a good fucking idea. I knew I kept you around for a reason." He smiles. 

"You keep me around for my great ideas, nice ass and tits, not to mention my exceptional personality." You smirk. 

"Yes to it all, except your personality is horrible." He chuckles. "And also because you always come through and help me succeed with plans." He grins. 

"Oh no." You say, backing away and shaking your head. "No no no no." 

"Y/N.." he pauses. 

"No." You say again. 

"I don't know why you're trying to say no, you know you're going to help me." He smiles. 

You hate when he's right. 

"Fine. What do you want me to do?" You ask. 

"We'll go out to the living room, see where they're at and go from there. Follow my lead." He says, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the party. He drags you into the kitchen when you happily grab the bottle of gin left on the counter before you both enter the living room, his eyes darting around to see where Lisa and Kai were. 

"There." You point to the middle of the crowded 'dance floor'. You watch as she grinds herself against Kai, and you want to actually vomit. 

Baekhyun pulls you to and empty part of the wall, right in view of Lisa. You take a few large swigs of the gin before setting it down. 

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" You ask him with a smile on your face. 

"Yes." He says with a straight face. 

You stand in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck just as the song changes to one you can most definitely dance too. You start dancing a little bit, letting go of his neck and turning around, grinding your ass into his crotch. Baekhyun places his hands on your hips, slowly getting into the rhythm of things. You look up as see Lisa glaring at the two of you. You turn around to face him again, his face focused on hers. You lean yourself in a little, whispering things into his ear, bringing his attention towards you instead of focusing on her. He smiles at you, bringing his hand up to lightly pinch your chin. You can feel the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach as he stares at you. He lets go of your chin, slides his hands down your body to your hips, reaching around to grab your ass. Your smile at him and run your fingers through his hair before caressing his face. Baekhyun leans in closer to you, you wrap your arms around his neck again as he nuzzles his face into your neck, peppering small kisses. You throw your head back, enjoying the attention and the feeling of his lips on your neck. You open your eyes and see Lisa glaring at you, which makes you want to push this even further. Baekhyun straightens up, eyes darting between you and Lisa. You smirk as you lean in, gently pressing your lips against his. Baekhyun slides his hand onto the back of your head, grabbing a chunk of hair before he spins the two of you around, slamming you against the wall. He pushes his lips against you harder, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You kiss him back harder, his body presses against yours, you can feel his hard cock pressing against the zipper of his jeans. 

He suddenly pulls aways from you, breathing heavily, his eyes only looking at you. "I want to fuck you so badly." He breathes. 

"Then do it. Fuck me, Baekhyun." You grin. He grabs your hand, pulling you through the crowd down a different hallway, barely out of the way of the party. He unbuckles his jeans, just undoing them enough to pull his hard cock out. You bite your lip as he slowly strokes his cock, looking you in the eyes before turning you around, pressing your body against the wall before lifting your skirt over your ass. You spread your legs as he moves your panties to the side. He adjusts his position, perfectly sliding his dick inside you. Your mouth opens widely, letting out a moan as he stretches your pussy. Your face is pressed against the wall as he thrusts inside you, his fingers digging into your hips. 

"Fuck, your pussy is so fucking good." Baekhyun groans, ramming his cock into you. He reaches forward, wrapping his long fingers around your throat, bringing you to press against him, his hand tightening around your neck. "You like that?" He whispers in your ear, sending shivers through your entire body. 

"I love it." You cry as he pounds himself into you, over and over again. He releases you throat, pressing your head back into the wall as he thrusts become faster and hard. He grabs a clump of your hair, gripping it tightly. You open your eyes, seeing a figure standing in the hallway that Baekhyun seems oblivious to. Your eyes focus, and see it's Lisa standing there, mouth wide open as she watches Baekhyun ram his cock into your pussy. 

"Oh Baek. Fuck me harder, please." You moan, maintaining eye contact with Lisa. 

"So fucking hot." Baekhyun groans, fucking you harder. He reaches around you and between your legs to rub your clit, needing to make sure you came too, he wanted you feel you cum around his cock, tightening around him, wet and sloppy on the inside, just for him. 

It didn't take you long to cum, the years of yearning for Baekhyun, and now finally having him, not to mention the weeks without cumming you'd previously gone through. 

"Ah, fuck." You yell out, knees buckling as you cum. 

Lisa storms off, unfortunately for her before the grand finale, as Baekhyun thrusts a few more times, he spills his cum inside of you, crying out loudly as he works through his orgasm. He pulls himself out of you, his cock red and throbbing as it still stands tall. You turn around, ready for Baekhyun to tell you this was a mistake, or something. He pulls up his pants, but doesn't buckle them. You pull down your skirt, Baekhyun's cum seeping down your leg. 

He grabs your hand, pulling you now even further away from the party. "Where are we going?" You ask.

"You don't think I'm done with you already, do you?" He asks, looking back at you. "Baby girl, we're not near done for tonight, or until you decide you don't want me anymore." He finishes? Pulling you into his bedroom, slamming the door behind you, not giving a fuck about anyone else now, except for you. 

[kpop-stories-21]

I'll Bleed For You | Part One

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Fem!OC x Serial Killer!Wooyoung

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: 18+ to 21+

Genres + AUs: Non-Idol AU(kind of), Serial Killer AU, Smut, Horror, Angst

Content + Trigger Warnings: Strong language, explicit sexual language and descriptions, stalking, verbal abuse, sibling rivalry hatred, Hongjoong's really mean to OC, descriptive talk of cutting and tasting blood, brief mention of faked suicide(it's in a dream)

Tags: @kpop---scenarios @jeonrose @skittlez-area512 @umbralhelwolf @mybiasisexo @skeletor-ify @biaswreckingfics @bloopbloopkai @trashlord-007 @liliesofdreams @rdiamond2727 @naturalogre

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Kim Yangmi woke to the sound of her cell phone ringing incessantly, the noise extremely loud to her hungover brain. Groggily she reached for the offending object and answered without checking the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Yangmi, where the hell have you been?" The voice of her best friend Kyunghee spilled into her ears. "I've been trying to call you for at least an hour!"

Yangmi sighed. "I was sleeping off my hangover. We went hard last night, shouldn't you be just as shattered?"

Kyunghee snorted. "I am, I just hide it better than you. But that's not why I called. Have you seen the news today?"

Frowning, Yangmi put the call on speaker and opened the news app on her phone. "Not since before we went out last night. Why?"

"You might want to take a look. Seems we weren't as sneaky as we thought we were."

As Kyunghee's words filtered through her phone, the news app finished loading and Yangmi saw at once what her friend was talking about.

TWIN SISTER OF FAMOUS RAPPER CAUGHT DRUNK & HIGH AT STRIP CLUB

Yangmi gulped, already imagining the fit her brother would throw when he came home.

"Shit, Kyunghee, this is really bad." She exclaimed, scanning the page with an ever-growing dread. The comments on the article were undoubtedly scathing, and Yangmi knew better than to read them.

"What're you gonna do?" Kyunghee questioned, concern lacing her voice.

"I have to post an apology before people start pulling Joong into this. Ah, damnit, what was I thinking?!"

"You should be allowed to have fun without worrying about the consequences." Kyunghee's argument was weak, and she knew it.

"Not when your brother's famous and hates your guts, sadly. Listen, I'll call you back later and let you know how he took it, okay?"

Kyunghee sighed resignedly. "Good luck Yangmi. Try not to let him strangle you, alright?"

Yangmi chuckled dryly. "I'll do my best."

After hanging up, Yangmi quickly sat down at her laptop and began to craft an apology for her actions. When she finished, she read over it to ensure it sounded as sincere as possible. Not because she felt remorse, but because her brother would be furious if she didn't. Apparently his reputation mattered more than any of Yangmi's thoughts or feelings.

Almost as soon as the apology went up it spread, people sharing it around and discussing it. As she watched the activity, she noticed that for the most part the responses were positive. Feeling relieved, she closed out the webpage, opening up YouTube to pass the time until her brother returned.

The door to the flat flew open, jerking Yangmi to attention as it slammed loudly against the wall. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the argument that would undoubtedly come from this.

"Kim Yangmi, get the hell in here!"

"Coming!" One last deep breath, and she stood to face the storm.

Kim Hongjoong stood by the dinner table, glowering at his sister. "Would you like to explain to me what the fuck you were doing last night?"

Yangmi gave a short, humorless laugh. "Why ask me? I know you read the news."

Hongjoong let out a frustrated growl. "God, how could you be so fucking careless? I tell you not to stay out late, I tell you not to go out partying, and you just have to throw it all in my face, don't you? I saw that apology you posted and I don't believe you meant a word of it!"

Yangmi rolled her eyes. Of course he didn't believe it, he hardly ever believed a word she said.

"Well, I'm not surprised you didn't find it sincere. I'm not sorry for jeopardizing your career. If I was gonna be sorry for anything, I'd be sorry for sullying the family name." Yangmi huffed and shook her head. "You know, I really wish our parents were still alive. Because if they were, you'd have never become famous and I wouldn't have to put up with your shit!"

Hongjoong laughed mirthlessly. "You think you put up with shit? You can't even begin to imagine the things I have to deal with on a daily basis, and you think I'm giving you hell? Fuck that, I can't even trust you anymore Yangmi! You know what I wish? I wish that I'd been born an only child and not a twin. Then I wouldn't have to put up with your bullshit antics!"

Yangmi froze, shattered by the words that spilled from her brother's lips. Tears gathered in her eyes and she turned, intending to flee before they fell, but Hongjoong had other plans. 

"Just a minute, I'm not through with you." 

Yangmi stopped, gathering herself before turning back around. "What?"

"In light of your recent actions, I have no choice but to confine you to the flat for the foreseeable future. I will be locking all the windows and doors whenever I leave, and if you wish to go out I will be accompanying you to ensure you don't get up to any tomfoolery. In time, when I feel you can be trusted, you will be free to come and go as you please."

Yangmi stared at him, her mouth open in shock. "Oh, so you're my parent now as well? Last time I checked, 25 is a little too old to be grounded." 

Hongjoong stared her down, face expressionless. "Act like a child and you'll get treated like a child." 

Fury welled up inside her, making her clench her fists and scream "I hate you! You're a sorry excuse for a brother and I wouldn't wish this life on my worst enemy!!" 

Turning around she ran to her room, slamming the door shut and sinking to the floor as hot tears spilled down her face. 

The first week of Yangmi's confinement was miserable. Hongjoong had just released a new song, so he was gone all day and most of the night as well. Yangmi grew bored quickly, finding most of her usual pastimes failing to keep her entertained for long. 

But with the second week came something that would soon occupy her thoughts in every waking moment. 

Yangmi woke on Monday with the feeling that something was different, and not in a good way. The feeling was confirmed when she found a lavender-coloured envelope wedged in a thin crack of one of her bedroom windows. 

Curious what was in the envelope, Yangmi pulled it through the crack and examined it. There was no writing on it, just skilled drawings of cherry blossom clusters in each corner. There was nothing left to do but open it, so that's what she did. 

The paper was the same pretty lavender as the envelope, and written on it was a short note in neatly printed characters. 

"You don't know me yet, but I know you quite well. You are beyond beautiful, a goddess in human form. I hope one day to see your pretty face beneath me, twisting with pleasure as I fuck you into the bed. I want to hear you scream my name, your exquisite body laced with sweat and cum. I long for the day that these things will come to pass. See you soon, my sweet." 

Yangmi felt nausea rise in her stomach as she took in the contents of the letter. Who could have sent her this? Was this Hongjoong's idea of a sick joke? Yangmi took a picture of the letter, intending to ask Kyunghee for advice. Then she took out a box of matches from a drawer in her nightstand and burned the letter in her bathroom, rinsing the ashes down the drain afterwards. 

With that done, she sent the image to Kyunghee and explained where she found the letter. 

No letter came the next day, nor the day after. Yangmi woke on the third day feeling somewhat anxious and unnerved. She moved through the day slowly, expecting at any moment to turn a corner and find another letter perched somewhere.

Around noon, Yangmi's phone rang. The call was from an unknown number, which didn't surprise her in the least. Assuming it was another crazy fan trying to get to her brother, she answered it.

"Hello?"

Silence.

"H-Hello?"

Still nothing.

"If this is some kind of prank, it's not funny."

A faint sound reached her ears and she froze, listening hard. Chills tracked down her spine when she realized it was the sound of breathing, a man's breathing to be exact.

"Wh-who the fuck are you?" She demanded, voice shaking despite her attempt to sound calm.

The only reply she recieved was the click of the call ending and the beeping of the dial tone as she stared numbly at her phone, feelings of fear and worry multiplying within her.

No further incidents marked the day, but Yangmi remained on edge throughout and had uneasy dreams that night.

Next morning she woke to a sight that filled her with dread: another envelope shoved through the crack in her window, this one a soft pink colour. No part of her wanted to open it, but she felt she should know its contents before showing it to her brother.

So, despite her fear, she opened it.

"Hello my love. I saw that you burned my letter. Perhaps I came on too strong, but I simply wished to express my feelings for you. I've been watching you a lot these days, chiefly when you shower or get changed. One day I'd love to make some little cuts on you somewhere so I can taste your delicious blood. I wonder: would it taste like candy, or would it be far sweeter, like ambrosia? Would you let me keep some of it as a memento? The day of our meeting grows ever closer, I look forward to it."

Yangmi felt her mouth drop open. Bile rose in her throat and she gagged, disgusted by what she had just read. Opening her drawer, she closed her hand around the box of matches, and then remembered she was going to show Hongjoong first. With a sigh she threw the pink paper onto her nightstand and pulled out her phone, settling in to await her brother's return.

A few hours later he returned. Yangmi pocketed her phone, grabbing the envelope and letter off her nightstand before exiting her room.

"Joong, can we talk for a minute?"

He eyed her suspiciously. "About what?"

"I found this shoved through a crack in my window this morning." She said, handing him the envelope. "I'm afraid someone might be stalking me."

Hongjoong takes the envelope, pulling out the letter and reading it in silence. When he finished, he gazed at Yangmi with obvious disgust in his eyes and she knew at once her efforts had been in vain.

"You just can't resist, can you? Acting like a fucking child seems to thrill you, but I'm telling you this childish behavior needs to stop right this instant. You think I'm fooled by your frightened act or your fake little letters? Think again!"

Yangmi gaped at him, hurt and offended that he would think such horrid things of her. She opened her mouth to protest, but Hongjoong continued speaking.

"If you ever try to take this trumped up story to the authorities, I'll make sure you're locked in an asylum for the rest of your pathetic life. This is sick, Yangmi, and it's not funny at all."

Enraged, Yangmi snatched up the letter and retreated to her room, locking the door behind her. She took a picture of the letter for Kyunghee, then burned the letter as she had the first one. After that, she pulled out her phone and filled her friend in.

Turning off her phone, Yangmi slipped into her pajamas and climbed into bed. Turning off the light she fell into a troubled dream.

In her dream it came out that the sender of the disturbing was none other than Hongjoong himself, a plot to get her certified as insane and shipped off to an asylum. She was exposed to all manner of awful tortures in that asylum, on for it to end one day when Hongjoong came to visit her little padded room and murdered her in cold blood.The last thing she saw was him placing the knife in her hand to make it look like she had ended her own life.

Yangmi woke the next morning in a cold sweat, terror clinging to her bones.

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Cordis et Domus Everte | Two: "Rebellion"

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Fem!OC x Rebel Leader! Seonghwa

Word Count: 1.9k

Genres + AUs: Dystopian AU, Uprising/Rebellion AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Trigger Warnings: Strong language, blood, violence, minor character death, rioting, fighting, discrimination, attempted rape, derogatory use of the word "slut"

Tags: @kpop---scenarios @jeonrose @skittlez-area512 @umbralhelwolf @lukai-m @skeletor-ify @biaswreckingfics @bloopbloopkai @trashlord-007 @liliesofdreams @rdiamond2727 @naturalogre

A/N: As I have said many times, I am not the best at writing angst, so the middle bit of this chapter really hurt to write. I want to stress that I do not condone rape or any of the others terrible things that take place in this chapter. I also do not think that the idols I write about actually have the personalities I give them.

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Footsteps raced through the corridor, urgency in their pounding as they sped along the concrete. Heads turned to look as a young man with blonde-streaked black hair flew past them towards the meeting room at the centre of their underground compound.

The doors swung inward wildly as Jung Wooyoung flew into the room, garnering the attention of the small group of people that were gathered at the long wooden table. 

"Seonghwa-hyung!" He cried out, addressing the red-haired man seated at the head of the table. "Concillor Na's soldiers are raiding Gwanjaë!" 

Gasps and muttered expletives circled the room as everyone processed the information. 

"How bad is it?" Seonghwa queried, steel in his dark eyes. 

"It's pretty bad." Wooyoung informed him. "According to Yeonjun, they set a large portion of the town on fire and were killing people left and right. The fire was put out, but the soldiers are still there, going through every house. They seem to be searching for something, or someone." 

A tall brunette male stood, fear and anger swirling in his chocolate eyes. "We have to help them, Hyung. Yunho and his apprentice are the only Healers, they will need Yeosang's help." 

Seonghwa nodded in acknowledgement of the man's words. "Don't worry Mingi, we will help them." He turned to the man at his right and began to issue orders. 

"Hongjoong, assemble the raid squad. We don't know how many of Na's soldiers are there, so we will need everyone to come. Have them ready to go in ten minutes, that is all the time we can spare." 

Hongjoong ran a hand through his close-cut blonde hair, then stood and hurried from the room. 

"Wooyoung, take Mingi and go rouse Yeosang. Inform him of the situation and tell him he has ten minutes to prepare his herbs. If anyone needs me, I'll be in my quarters getting ready." 

Wooyoung grabbed Mingi's hand and the two ran out. Seonghwa was right behind them, hurrying to get dressed in clothing appropriate for the impending battle. 

Gwanjaë needed them.

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Sonji had never seen a raid this bad. Blood and death hung in the air, and she soon lost count of how many times she'd narrowly missed getting impaled by a sword. It was in those moments that she was grateful Mingi had taught her how to wield a blade and defend herself. 

Laughter reached her ears, the mean kind that meant no good. Gripping her sword tightly she ran toward the source, ready to defend whoever was in trouble from the cruel taunts of her father's soldiers. 

Rounding the corner, she was greeted with a sickening sight. Three young, well-muscled soldiers had surrounded a handsome younger man with night-black hair. Two were holding him down while the third ran blood-stained hands all over the man's slim, fit body. As she stealthily inched closer, she began to hear what they were saying. 

"Quite the lucky catch, wasn't he, hyung?" boasted one of the soldiers holding the man. 

"Indeed he was Dejun. You have good eyes." His companion agreed with a laugh. Then he turned his head and addressed the third soldier. "Hey Jaehyun, you gonna leave any of him for us?"

Jaehyun's smirk could be heard in his voice as he replied, "Keep your mouth shut, Yuta, and maybe I will."

Sonji felt icy-hot anger spread through her as she heard their names and realized they were the same three soldiers that Mingi said kept hitting on him. According to the brunette, they were stupidly stubborn and wouldn't take no for an answer, often thinking only with their downstairs brain. She gripped her sword tighter and stepped out from the shadows. Sonji didn't like killing, but if you hurt an innocent person or messed with her friends, she would rip you to shreds.

"Hey asshats, why don't you pick on someone your own size?" She yelled out, immediately garnering their full attention.

The one named Jaehyun chuckled. "Well, look who we have here! Your dad's really keen to have you back Sonji, even offered to pay the ones who brought you to him." He drew his own sword and stalked toward her. "Surrender and I might go easy on you." 

"Never." Sonji hissed, lunging towards Jaehyun. 

"Then let's have some fun!" Jaehyun shot back as he raced to meet her. 

There was silence for a while as the two traded blow after blow, neither backing off an inch. Then, when it seemed Sonji was beginning to gain the upper hand, the taunting began. 

"Y'know, you're pretty cute Sonji. If you surrender now, we could have some fun before I turn you over to your dad." 

Sonji growled and swung her blade, slicing a wide cut in Jaehyun's left shoulder. "I'd rather die, thanks." 

"You realize I'm going easy on you, right? I could kill you in the blink of an eye if I wanted to." 

Sonji glared at him. "Do you ever shut up?!" She snapped, giving him a matching cut on his right leg. 

Jaehyun just chuckled. "Hey, you think if I bring you in, your friend Mingi will finally let me have him? He's such a slut, no one else would want him. I'd probably be doing him a favour." 

Sonji felt unbridled fury rise up inside her at the filth that poured from Jaehyun's mouth and she saw red. Then, without warning, everything went black.

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Yeosang watched the fight from where he lay on the ground, held in place by two of the soldiers who'd cornered him. He didn't know this girl named Sonji who'd stepped in to rescue him, but he was grateful for her help. When he heard Jaehyun's comment about Mingi, calling him her friend; Yeosang felt his blood boil, while also realizing this meant she was Yunho's apprentice. 

When Sonji fell to the ground suddenly, Yeosang's heart skipped. Had the soldier's words distracted her that much? 

Before he could dwell on the thought too much, Sonji slowly began to rise, the air around her humming with magic. Yeosang felt his mouth drop open when her head came up and he caught sight of the red glow that consumed her eyes. 

Red fire sprang to life in Sonji's hands and she began hurling orbs of it at the three soldiers. For a while their shields protected them, but soon the metal began to glow and became too hot for them to hold. A fire orb hit each of them in the chest and they were dead before they hit the ground.

The glow faded from Sonji's eyes then and she stumbled, falling onto her knees. She wavered unsteadily for a moment, then she stilled and lifted her head. Her brown eyes gazed about in shock and confusion, then she shook her head and stood. Walking towards him, she extended a hand and pulled Yeosang to his feet.

"Are you alright? Did they hurt you?" She asked him. 

"I'm fine." He told her. "Just a few cuts and scratches, nothing major." 

"Yunho can fix them up for you. Oh, my name's Sonji, by the way." She said with a smile. 

"Nice to meet you Sonji, I'm Yeosang." He replied, returning her smile. 

"Nice to meet you as well, Yeosang. Now, let's go find Yunho." She declared, motioning for him to follow her. 

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As she lead Yeosang to Yunho's dwelling, Sonji racked her brain trying to remember what happened after she'd blacked out. Her mind was frustratingly empty, and the blank space pricked worryingly at her nerves. What exactly had she done to Jaehyun and his friends? When she came to her senses, they looked like they'd had their hearts burned right out of their chests.

All thoughts flew from her head the moment she entered the dwelling and found Yunho talking cheerfully with several unfamiliar men. Among them sat Mingi, who looked extremely relieved to see both her and Yeosang. 

The conversation died away as soon as the two of them stepped in, and Sonji found everyone staring at her. Sonji hated people staring at her because she knew they would ask about her scar, and the last thing she wanted was to relive that nightmare on a daily basis. Yunho seemed to notice her becoming uncomfortable and quickly spoke up, drawing most of the attention back to him. 

"I'm glad you made it back Sonji. Are you alright?" 

Sonji nodded, then gestured to Yeosang. "I rescued Yeosang here from some soldiers and wanted you to look him over to make sure he's okay." Yunho smiled and motioned for Yeosang to sit beside him. Sonji followed, standing nearby as Yunho examined Yeosang. 

"So what exactly happened?" Asks one of the strangers, a red-haired male with striking features. 

Sonji launched into her account of coming across Jaehyun and his friends assaulting Yeosang, and her short battle with Jaehyun before blacking out. Then Yeosang picks up, describing everything that happened while Sonji was unaware. 

Sonji was shocked to hear what she did unconsciously, and it scared her. She had never had much to do with magic until she met Yunho, so she felt quite lost and unable to explain why such a thing could have happened. Fortunately, Yeosang spoke up and answered some of Sonji's unasked questions.

"All of this points to you being a Berserker."

Sonji looked at him in confusion. "What exactly is a Berserker?"

Yeosang smiled patiently. "A Berserker is someone who can channel powerful bursts of magic whenever they feel strong emotion. Overtime, as you begin to master your abilities, you will be able to control the episodes and remain conscious during them." 

When Yeosang finished speaking, Yunho jumped in, eyes wide with realization. "Sonji, this has to be why your father ordered the raid! He must've found out you were a Berserker and wanted you back so he could control your abilities." 

Sonji felt all eyes return to her as soon as it was revealed who her father was. Shifting uncomfortably, she wished that for once Yunho had just kept his mouth shut and shared this thought later once everyone had left. 

"You're Concillor Na's missing daughter?!" The red-haired man exclaimed, looking quite angry. "Yunho, are you certain she can be trusted?" 

Yunho glared at the man. "I know you're concerned about your group, but damn it Seonghwa, that was completely uncalled for!"

Offended, Sonji leapt to her feet, for once not bothered by sharing her past. She explained everything her parents did to her, how she got the scar on her face, and how Mingi saved her life by bringing her to Yunho. "I would never do anything to help my dad, I'd rather do whatever I can to destroy everything he's worked for."

At this the man, Seonghwa, backs off. "I apologize for coming on so strongly, but as the leader of a rebellion against the Concillus, I have to be extremely careful." 

Sonji nodded, sitting back down beside Yeosang. "I understand, and I accept your apology." She smiled faintly, an expression that Seonghwa returned. 

“As a way of making things up to you, would you like to join my group? It would be a good way to do things that would affect your father." 

Sonji barely even pauses to consider, seeing her hopes of revenge opening up before her eyes. "Yes, I'd like that. I'll gladly join your group."

Seonghwa’s faint smile widened into something a bit more genuine. “Then welcome, Na Sonji, to The Guerillas.”

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I'll Bleed For You | Masterlist

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Fem!OC x Serial Killer!Wooyoung

Ongoing Word Count: 2.5k

Genres + AUs: Non-Idol AU(kind of), Serial Killer AU, Smut, Horror, Angst

Trigger Warnings: Strong language, blood, gore, torture, violence, injuries, murder, major character death, unprotected sex(wrap that shit up kids), blood play, knife play, pain kink, corruption kink, Hongjoong is really mean to OC, explicit sexual language and descriptions, stalking, verbal abuse, sibling rivalry hatred, descriptive talk of cutting and tasting blood, brief mention of faked suicide(it's in a dream)

Summary

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Epilogue

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Sweet Comfort

Group: Stray Kids

Pairing: GN!Reader x Han Jisung

Word Count: 1k

Genres + AUs: Non-Idol AU, Angst, Fluff, Established relationship

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of death, reader is mourning a family member, reader is slightly depressed

Tags: @kpop---scenarios @jeonrose @skittlez-area512 @umbralhelwolf @mybiasisexo @skeletor-ify @biaswreckingfics @bloopbloopkai @trashlord-007 @liliesofdreams @rdiamond2727

A/N: This is my entry for @neo-shitty 's 24/8 drabble collab. This is my first time writing for a collab, so I'm rather excited about it. Also, this is the first time in awhile I've written something that's mainly fluff, so I apologize if it's a bit lackluster.

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You sit at your desk unmoving, staring off into nothingness while your mind runs wild with countless thoughts, none of which are even remotely good. You don't even notice your boyfriend coming to sit beside you until hands grip your arms and gently shake you back to reality.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Jisung peers over at you, concern etched into his features.

You frown, not sure how to answer since there's no way he'd be satisfied with "I'm fine." You're not fine, and both of you know it.

"I don't know, Jisung." You sigh, glancing at the chemistry textbook in front of you with disinterest. "I'm not really sure how I feel right now."

The brown-haired male smiles understandingly and wraps his arms around you, engulfing you in a warm hug that melts away some of your stress. He kisses the top of your head, then leans back a little so he can see your face.

"How about we take a break from studying and go grab a bite to eat?"

You smile a little when your stomach lets out an approving growl, effectively answering the question for you.

Jisung laughs cutely and stands up. "That settles it! Grab your bag and we'll go, I have a special place I wanna take you."

You glance at him curiously, wondering exactly where this "special place" is. As you begin getting ready, a tendril of excitement starts to worm its way through the blanket of emotion at the forefront of your mind.

A few minutes later you walk out of yours and Jisung's shared room, dressed fairly warm to combat the cool autumn temperatures. As you pass into the kitchen, you see Jisung standing by the back door with a huge grin on his face. You can't help but smile back, your boyfriend's natural charm too strong to resist even on a day like this.

Once in the car, you look at Jisung expectantly. "So, where are we going?"

He grins mischievously. "That, my love, is for me to know and you to find out."

Your curiosity sufficiently piqued, you fall silent, opting to examine your surroundings and see if you can determine where he's taking you. After about fifteen minutes you give up, deciding to take a short nap instead.

Jisung smiles when he sees you doze off. He's happy to see you finally getting some rest, considering you've hardly slept a wink since the funeral two weeks ago. He really hopes this trip can help take your mind off things, if only for a little while.

You are awakened a little later by Jisung gently rousing you. "We're here." He says, smiling at you. You sit up, shaking your head to clear the grogginess from it.

You take in your surroundings, noticing you have ended up at the small park near your house. You remember coming here almost every day back when you and Jisung first started dating.

Jisung comes around and opens your door for you. "This way." He takes your hand and leads you down a small, well-trodden path. After a short walk, you step into a wide clearing and your heart fills with emotion as you realize where Jisung has brought you.

The sun is bright in the cloudless sky, casting sharp shadows on the small wooden bench where Jisung first asked you to be his partner three years ago. Laid out in front of the bench, on a large checkered blanket, is all the makings of a picnic lunch.

"Oh Jisung…" You breathe out, touched by the sweet gesture. He grins widely, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as the two of you approach the bench.

Taking seats on the blanket, you use the curved edge of the bench as a backrest as you begin to dig in. The meal is light, but still filling: cheese & roast beef sandwiches, small bowls of broccoli cheese soup (complete with plastic spoons), and a thermos of peach iced tea to share.

As you eat, the two of you begin to reminisce back to your highschool years. "Remember sophomore year when Hyunjin got arrested for beating up that guy who was stalking his sister?"

You nod, chuckling. "Yeji was mortified, but we all knew she was glad he did it. Hikaru was a certified creep, and way too old to have any good reason for being interested in her."

Another memory pops up, making you laugh heartily before sharing it. "Remember exam week junior year? Felix and Minho thought playing a prank every day would help the students relax, but all it did was get them grounded. They had to take all their exams a week late while stuck in their rooms."

Jisung giggles. "Shame it didn't cure them of their mischievous ways. I still occasionally find feathers stuck in odd places from that one they pulled on us after we got together."

You snort. "God, I was so ready to murder them. I don't know what possessed them to think putting caulk and white feathers all over the house was funny. I'm just glad none of Mom's stuff got ruined."

At the mention of your mother, both of you fall silent. Jisung puts his arm about your waist, pulling you tight against his side. You lean into the gesture, laying your head on his shoulder as tears prick your eyes.

"I miss her." You whisper, voice shaking as you try to control your emotion. "She was my rock after we lost Dad, and now that she's gone I'm the only one left."

Jisung squeezes you gently. "I miss her too. She was like a second mom to me, and I heard my mom often refer to her as her 'sister from another mother'.

You lean up a little and peck his cheek. "Thanks for bringing me here Sungie. This helped a lot, I feel a bit better now."

"Glad I could help, my love." He replies, kissing you softly.

The two of you sit there a little longer, soaking up the sun, before packing things up and returning home.

On the drive home, you realize it has helped, spending time with Jisung like this. You're able to put some things into perspective, and you feel like things might start to get better from now on.

With Jisung by your side to offer sweet comfort when you need it, you feel ready for whatever life might throw at you next.

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Betrayal

Summary: Hongjoong has done well for himself throughout the years, building a reputation and his empire. He's now the leader of the second largest Mafia ran criminal ring in the world. He has everything he could ever want and anyone until he sees you. You were new, a fresh face he'd never seen before in the years he had been attending these parties. He was intrigued by you and wanted to know more, but you were sure as hell hard to find, and apparently even harder to hold onto.

Let me know if you wanna be tagged!

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Fake Love | Masterlist

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Fem!OC x Human Zombie!San

Ongoing Word Count: 2.1k

Genres + AUs: Non-Idol AU, Zombie AU, Dystopian AU, Horror, Angst

Trigger Warnings: Strong language, blood, gore, violence, zombies, injuries, murder, major character death, betrayal, heartbreak

Summary | Characters

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

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Cordis et Domus Everte | One: "Night Raid"

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Fem!OC x Rebel Leader! Seonghwa, Wooyoung x Yeosang, San x Jongho, Yunho x Hongjoong x Mingi

Word Count: 1.3k

Genres + AUs: Dystopian AU, Uprising/Rebellion AU, Magic AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Trigger Warnings: Strong language, blood, physical abuse, injuries

Tags: @kpop---scenarios @jeonrose @skittlez-area512 @umbralhelwolf @lukai-m @skeletor-ify @biaswreckingfics @bloopbloopkai @trashlord-007 @liliesofdreams @rdiamond2727

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She still remembered it as though it had happened yesterday. The events played out over and over in her head, as if reliving it might somehow make things better, but it didn’t. Every time she saw it, walking through each moment again, the pain only increased. This time was no different.

It was supposed to be a splendid day, her 18th birthday. She was becoming an adult, a full member of Nôvarian society, and would finally be able to contribute to the good of the sector. The lavish parties would last for days on end thanks to the fame of her parents, events full of food and drink and unbridled revelry.

Her parents were sure she would go on to do great and wonderful things. After all, they had planned this path for her the moment she was born. And she did want to do great things, just not in the way that they had planned.

She had known from the start that her parents would not be thrilled with her decision, but she had not expected them to get this angry.

“Na Sonji, you ungrateful brat!” Her mother had screamed. “We have done so much for you, only to have you turn and throw it back in our faces!!”

Her father had said nothing, instead pulling out his belt to whip her as he had when she was a small child. In a state of shock at the wildness of her mother’s anger, Sonji had not registered his approach until it was too late for her to defend herself.

The first strike caught her fully in the face, the metal of the belt buckle opening a nasty gash that stretched from one cheek to the other. Bleeding profusely, she fell to the floor, her slim frame curling into a ball against the onslaught her father unleashed.

She was never sure exactly how long it went on, her mother cackling like an evil witch as her father beat her until she was nearly dead. When it seemed he had grown tired of her, he summoned a guard to take Sonji and throw her down at the entrance to Sovús. “You are no daughter of mine.” He hissed as she was carried from the room.

The guard, a tall and kind-hearted man named Mingi who was a year younger than Sonji and looked too soft to be as good a fighter as he was, took pity on the wounded girl. Instead of dropping her at the gate as he had been ordered, he took her to the dwelling of a friend of his.

His friend, an equally tall man named Yunho, had taken Sonji in without question and promised Mingi he’d do his best to save her. And save her, he had. Yunho had skillfully nursed her back from Death’s door, all her wounds miraculously healing without trace save for the gash across her face. The only sign of the torture she had borne, it left behind an ugly scar, marring the once unblemished skin and rendering her unrecognizable to those who knew her.

Throughout her recovery, the thought constantly at the forefront of her mind was that one day she would be strong enough to return to Nôvar and show all those money-blinded fools what her parents were really like. She could hardly wait.

✦✧✧ Six Years Later ✧✧✦

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The sound of a fist pounding against the dwelling’s door roused Sonji from her sleep. Sitting upright on the straw pallet, she listened as wild screams and cries for mercy echoed through the night. The pounding came again and she turned to wake Yunho from where he slumbered on the pallet beside her.

“Yun, wake up! The soldiers are raiding again!”

The tall male was awake in an instant, tossing Sonji her clothes before disappearing into the back room to gather supplies. Sonji dressed quickly and went to help him, watching quietly as he whispered spells over the herbs he bundled together.

Yunho, she had learned, was a Healer: one of the few people left who still knew how to use magic for good and not for evil. It was solely thanks to his abilities that the small town of Gwanjaë had not been wiped out by the near-constant raids from Nôvar’s soldiers-in-training. His protection magic hid many of the important dwellings in the town, and he rarely encountered a patient his spelled herbs couldn’t save.

It didn’t take him long to gather what he needed and soon he was pressing a full bag of herb pouches into Sonji’s hands as they hurried towards the door. Yunho threw it open and heat bloomed against their faces as the bright orange glow of fire illuminated the darkened night. Sonji sucked in a breath, horrified at the things happening all around her.

Soldiers were everywhere, their shining armour bearing the symbol of Nôvar. Fierce, weathered faces gazed out of their helmets and Sonji felt an icy chill drag down her spine. These were not young, newly conscripted soldiers out raiding to try and please their mentors. This was a planned attack with skilled ranks of older men and women who knew exactly what they were doing.

A glint of metal near her feet caught her attention and she bent to pick it up. It was a ring, the kind that soldiers wore to show which Concillor’s house they fought for. The symbol on the ring, a vulture hovering in front of the sun with its wings spread, was all too familiar to Sonji. It was the symbol of the house of Na, which meant these were her father’s soldiers.

Her heart threatening to beat right out of her chest, she pocketed the ring and hurried to catch up to Yunho. The Healer would need her help now more than ever, because her father made sure his soldiers were among the best in the sector. Every one of them was trained to kill anyone in their path, down to the smallest child, without batting an eye. There would be no mild injuries tonight.

Yunho sent her off to where the fire was the worst, saying he had full confidence in her ability to use the water spells he’d taught her. Sonji took a deep breath and did as she was told, muttering the spells as soon as she was close enough. Icy liquid flowed from her palms, wrapping around the flames and extinguishing them with ease. Weak cheers could be heard from some of the nearby dwellings, and the sound bolstered Sonji's spirits.

When she had cleared the worst of the blazes, some of the townsfolk emerged from their dwellings with buckets of water to help put out what was left.

With the fires all taken care of, Sonji went to look for Yunho and found the tall man splinting a young girl's broken leg. Sonji didn't miss the flash of relief in his dark eyes, and she felt her heart squeeze.

"How bad is it?" She queried softly once they had returned the little one to her family. Yunho's face was grim, his eyes swirling with anger.

"This is the worst it's ever been." He replied. "We lost several people, most of them trampled underfoot by the soldiers' horses. Others were wounded so badly that I had to ease their misery."

Sonji could hear the tremor in his voice, and she felt tears threaten to spill as she placed a comforting hand on his arm. Yunho was a strong, capable man, but he was also incredibly sweet and caring. He was friends with pretty much the entire town, and she knew it must have hurt him badly to have to use his magic to take lives when they were too injured to go on.

Fishing the ring from the pocket of her trousers, Sonji passed it to Yunho, who examined it closely. He looked at her in shock when he also recognized the symbol; because as one of her father's guards, Mingi wore this same ring.

"Why would your father waste his time on a little town like this?" He asked, speaking half to Sonji and half to himself. "What could he possibly want here that would be worth all this destruction?"

Sonji stopped walking and looked up at him. "I'm certain it's me that he's after."

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Sunrise | Chapter 1

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: OT8 x afab gn Reader

Genres + AUs: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Mafia AU, Idol AU

Word Count: 1.6k

Trigger Warnings: Strong language, homophobia, bullying, homophobic slurs, violence, blood, injuries

Tags: @kpop---scenarios @jeonrose @skittlez-area512 @umbralhelwolf @lukai-m @skeletor-ify @biaswreckingfics @bloopbloopkai @trashlord-007 @liliesofdreams @rdiamond2727

A/N: For the first half of the story there will be a lot of switching between English and Korean. So to help differentiate, English will be in regular text and Korean will be in italics. That's all for now, enjoy the chapter!!!

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"You worthless piece of human trash!"

Your mom's shrill voice pierces the air as her fist connects with your cheek. You hit the floor with a grunt and immediately curl into a ball, preparing for the onslaught you know is coming.

"Sinful heathen bitch! I wish you'd never been born!!" The sharp point of a high heel digs into your back, and you feel the exact moment it breaks the skin and blood starts trickling from the wound. You don't wince, it doesn't hurt as much anymore.

Your mom hits and kicks you a few more times, then storms out the front door to leave for work.

You sit up with a sigh, feeling around on your back for the place where her shoe stabbed you. If you can reach it, you'll treat it. If you can't, you have no choice but to leave it. Unfortunately, you can't reach this one.

"Just my luck she does this right before I have to leave for class." You mutter, slowly standing to your feet and limping into your bedroom to finish getting dressed.

You chuckle mirthlessly at the irony of your situation. Your own mother, the woman who brought you into the world and is supposed to love you unconditionally, treating you like the filth on the bottoms of her patent leather shoes. And all because you made the mistake of thinking she would be kind and understanding when you came out as non-binary and bisexual.

You remember that day all too well, how she absolutely lost it when you told her and thus has treated you like shit ever since, sometimes even wrangling your older brother James into bullying you as well. It was horrid back then, they constantly misgendered you and only called you by your dead name. You've gotten used to it by now, though sometimes it still hurts.

And college is barely an escape from this hell. After one of you closest "friends" decided that you being true to yourself was some kind of crime or something, she took it upon herself to tell the entire student body. Since then You've been bullied every day for the last three and a half years. This is your last semester before graduation and you can't wait for it to be over.

You fish through your closet, randomly pulling out a white tee and some ripped black skinny jeans. You lace up your favorite black boots, shove your laptop into your backpack, and head out to your cheap-ass car that's one small hit from falling apart.

|I{•------» - «------•}I|

Upon arriving at the college you park your car and take a deep breath, preparing yourself for the hours of torture ahead.

First class of the day is Chemistry II, one of your favorite classes of all time. One of the reasons you like it so much is that there's an odd number of students, which means that you don't have a lab partner and are pretty much left alone the whole period.

Upon sitting at your usual lab table in the front row, you notice that the others in the room seem more excited than usual, especially the girls. You figure they're all discussing the upcoming parties that ring in the new semester and pay them no mind.

Professor Hall enters the room, notebook and folders tucked neatly under his arm. He smiles at everyone, then lays his things down and begins to speak.

"Good morning class! I hope everyone is well-rested and ready for today's lesson." Groans echo through the room and Professor Hall chuckles. "I'll take that as 'no'."

Walking out in front of his desk, he adds, "However, before we get started I have an announcement to make." A glance toward the classroom door has it slowly swinging open.

"We are pleased to announce that Mazuma University has been selected to participate in an exchange program with a college in South Korea. That being said, I would like to introduce you to the eight young men who have come here all the way from Seoul."

As soon as Professor Hall finishes speaking, the eight aforementioned males step shyly into the room. You frown as You watch them. You can't deny they're extremely attractive, but any mention of South Korea reminds you of your absent father and the Korean half of your heritage, which leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

You sigh, looking down at the table. You slip out a notebook and pen and begin absent-mindedly doodling on a blank page. Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear Professor Hall speak your name. You look up, admittedly a bit surprised at being called on.

"Y/N?"

"Yes, Professor?"

"You're half Korean and have a fairly light course load since this is your last semester, would you be so kind as to help the boys around and explain everything they need to know?"

Fuck. You were afraid of this. Well, looks like there's no getting out of it now.

"Of course, sir. I'd be glad to." You say, putting on a tight smile.

"Thank you Y/N. Now then, I would like to introduce you to our new students: Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho, Kang Yeosang, Choi San, Song Mingi, Jung Wooyoung, and Choi Jongho."

Each young man bows in greeting as his name is called. You find your eyes almost immediately drawn to Seonghwa. There's just something so ethereal and commanding about him that you almost can't seem to tear my eyes away, yet somehow you manage.

Professor Hall smiles at them and gestures to the lab tables. "Please, sit wherever there's an empty spot." The one with the platinum blonde hair, Hongjoong, whispers something to the others and they walk forward, most of them pairing off together. One of them, however, chooses to sit next to you.

You look up and find yourself face to face with Wooyoung, whose light brown hair is slightly tousled. He smiles at you widely, a bright expression you can't help but respond to, offering a thin smile of your own.

"The teacher said you're half Korean." He says, voice low as he speaks to you in excited Korean. "That means you can understand me, right?"

You nod. "Yes, I can understand you." You smile a bit more sincerely, finding Wooyoung's excitement catching despite you aversion to associating with him and his friends. "My older brother and I were actually born in South Korea, Gwangju to be exact."

If Wooyoung was excited before, he's practically vibrating now.

"So was Yunho-hyung! We're gonna be good friends, I can just tell." He blushes a little, calming down slightly as he scratches his neck nervously. "Sorry, I tend to get a little carried away sometimes. Oh, and I don't mean this to come out the wrong way, but how old are you?"

You chuckle, surprised at how easy Wooyoung is to talk to. "I'm 23, 24 in Korean age." You tell him.

"Oh wow, you're the same age as Hongjoong-hyung and Seonghwa-hyung! That means you're a year older than me and I should call you Noona."

You hold back a frown, trying to figure out how best to explain your identity to Wooyoung. It's been so long since you was in Korea, perhaps they aren't as strict about these things as you remember. Besides all that, you barely know this guy and here you are considering spilling everything to him.

You quickly decide to see how things go before telling your life story. If you feel like they aren't gonna treat you the same as everyone else, then maybe you'll tell them. For now, you'll remain somewhat friendly and try to keep your distance until you can figure them out.

You smile at Wooyoung. "Noona it is." You reply. "Now let's focus on the lesson. I'll help you as much as I can." Wooyoung nods and the two of you turn your attention to Professor Hall.

After class is over you wait with Wooyoung for the others so you can show them to their next classes. After that you head to the cafeteria to get some studying done before lunch, since you don't have a class during second period. Thankfully no one else is there and you are able to get a good amount of work done before students start filtering in.

Unfortunately, some of the first people in are Tiffany and her boyfriend, your two main tormentors. Tiffany is the "friend" who told the school about you, and she loves to make your life hell. Her boyfriend Chad is your typical jock, captain of the football team and all that. He's blindingly loyal to Tiffany and believes all the bullshit she spouts.

"Shit." You mutter, seeing them walk toward you. "Here comes the bitch and her little puppy dog."

"Hey freak!" Tiffany's nasal voice pierces your ears like nails. You roll you eyes and say nothing. You've learned from dealing with your mom that words never help in situations like this, they just make things worse.

"Hey fag, she's talking to you!" Chad butts in. You grit your teeth. Oh, how you hate that word!

A hand grips your hair and you feel Tiffany's nails scratch you scalp as she jerks your head around to face her. "Listen you piece of shit, when I speak to you, you answer. Got it?"

You remain silent, glaring daggers into her pale blue eyes. You'll get beaten and that will be the end of it. No help required, not that the other students would help you anyway.

Tiffany's eyes narrow and she brings her other hand up, slapping you hard across the face. Her long nails leave bloody scratch marks on your cheek. She grabs your chin in her hand, squeezing your jaw in an iron grip.

"What's the matter bitch? Cat got your tongue?"

"Hey! Let her go!" A deep voice says from behind Chad.

Tiffany rolls her eyes, looking annoyed as she turns around. "Who the hell-"

Her words cut off as she catches sight of the newcomer. Curious, you look over to see who it is. Your eyes go wide in surprise at the sight of a tall male with medium brown hair.

"Mingi?"

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Fake Love | Summary

It is the year 3035 and the world is overrun by zombies after a virus was released into the air. The remaining colonies of humans have retreated deep underground, living in constant fear that the infected will one day discover their hiding places. 

In Seoul the situation is the worst, as it is where the virus was originally released. The human colonies there are few, numbering just five in total: Utopia, Neozone, Miroh, Exordium, and The Clan. Utopia is the leader of the five colonies, containing mostly military and other important personnel. Utopia answers directly to the government, hidden away in a separate colony no one knows about.

When the origin of the virus is uncovered, the government sends the mission details to Utopia. The leaders of Utopia put together a nine member team comprised of some of their strongest fighters. 

Their mission is to travel to a schoolhouse in the center of Seoul, the place from which the virus was released. There they must find a being known as "the human zombie", a half-zombie who looks and acts completely human. If they can convince the human zombie to change his mind, he can call off the zombies and allow humanity to survive.

Once in the schoolhouse, however, things quickly change. Trapped in the building after being told the human zombie is a member of their group, their only way of escape is to solve puzzles and obtain ingredients for a serum that will cure the human zombie. Then they must correctly determine who among them is the human zombie and cure him. Failure will result in death, not only for them but for the rest of humanity as well.

Can this group successfully cure the human zombie? Or will they let fear drive them to make the wrong choices?

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Sunrise | Chapter 1.5

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: OT8 x GN!OC

Word Count: 1.4k

Trigger Warnings: Strong language, violence, blood, minor character death

Genres + AUs: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Mafia AU, Idol AU

Tags: @kpop---scenarios @jeonrose @skittlez-area512 @umbralhelwolf @lukai-m @skeletor-ify @biaswreckingfics @bloopbloopkai @trashlord-007 @liliesofdreams @rdiamond2727

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Flashback

Time: 11:55 PM

Date: The night before the exchange students arrive at Mazuma University

It was a dark and quiet night. The respectable citizens were asleep in their beds, the students and less reputable characters out partying.

In a lightless alley an old homeless woman settled in for another long, cold night. Just as she was closing her eyes, she saw it: a flash of movement. Terror gripped her; she'd heard of homeless people being brutally murdered in other cities. Had a killer like that turned up here in Albany?

"Wh-Who's there?" She called out, her voice thin and wavering. Another flash, but no response.

"P-Please don't hurt me!" She begged, bony knees beginning to shake as the silent darkness fed on her worst imaginings.

The sound of a step behind her. The cold metal of a blade against her neck. The woman froze as the warmth of another body bloomed behind her. She dared not move, lest she accidentally slice her own throat open.

"Sorry love, but I don't make promises I can't keep." The voice was male, rich and full with a slight lisp. The woman trembled, certain she was about to meet her end.

"Who are y-you?" She asked the one question she really wished to have an answer for.

The man chuckled dryly. "Call me The Dark Angel, love." He whispered. Then he ripped the blade across her wrinkled skin in one smooth motion. Her lifeless body crumpled to the ground, blood pouring from the gash in her neck.

"Dark Angel here. The alleyway is clear, Prince. Our mission is a go."

"Copy that, Dark Angel. Keep an eye on that door and make sure no one else gets in."

"Will do. Dark Angel out."

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The two guards stationed inside the front entrance to Ruby's hideout were tired. Underpaid and underappreciated, the only way they could "get back" at The Queen was to not do their job. Currently one was sleeping on a nearby bench while the other was browsing YouTube, neither of them even remotely watching the door in front of them.

That was how the two black-clothed figures were able to slip into the building without so much as a bullet flying in their direction. The shorter of the two moved toward the sleeping guard, while the taller positioned himself behind the second guard.

Three seconds of quiet passed before it was broken by the muffled pop of a silenced pistol. As designed, the sound was barely audible and under normal circumstances it would have been missed completely. But in the silence of the building, small noises stood out more than usual and it caused the second guard to turn around with the intent to investigate.

Turning exposed the tall male that had previously been behind the guard. Surprised, the guard simply stared in shock for a moment before the situation fully registered in his mind and he reached for the gun holstered at his hip.

The tall man was faster though, and in the blink of an eye his hands reached out and wrapped around the other's head, jerking it harshly to the side as he swiftly snapped the guard's neck. The shorter male let out a soft sigh of relief as the body crumpled to the ground.

"That was too damn close." He muttered. "I admire your quick thinking there Brute."

The tall man, Brute, chuckled dryly. "Thanks Shadow. Now, let's keep moving."

Shadow nodded and the two made their way up to the second floor. At the top of the stairs they were met with a third black-clad male, shorter than Shadow and sporting a platinum blonde mullet that peeked over the edge of his jacket collar.

"The guards are taken care of." Brute informed him. The male nodded, tapping his earpiece twice before speaking.

"Pirate King to Prince, do you copy?"

"Prince here, go ahead." The low, smooth voice crackled to life through their earpieces.

"We've reached the second floor. Which office do we need to find?"

There was silence for a moment, then came the answer. "From your position at the top of the stairs, you need to turn left twice, right once, and then it'll be the third office on your left."

"Got it. One of us will check in every five minutes until we're out of the building."

"I'll be waiting. Prince out."

Pirate King tapped twice on his earpiece again, then motioned for the other two to follow.

They treaded the corridors cautiously, doing their level best not to make any sound. As they neared their destination, however, it suddenly became clear that they were not the only people in the building.

Angry yelling was echoing down the hall, coming from the very office they were meant to enter. Surprised and confused, the three men slipped into the next office and listened intently to the argument taking place on the other side of the wall.

"I don't care about any damn assignments!" A woman screeched. "I am your leader and you will do as I say!'

That must be The Queen. Shadow mouthed to the others, who nodded in agreement.

"Well I care more about my assignments than I do about anything to do with this fucking organization." A younger female voice shot back. "I don't care about your stupid-ass rules anymore, and I'm not going with him!"

The Queen chuckled mirthlessly. "You forget, my dear Black Cat, that our relationship runs deeper than just this organization."

Black Cat scoffed. "I am well aware of that, Mother, but that hardly makes any difference to me. You lost your right to control my personal life when you refused to accept my true self."

"How dare you speak to me this way!" The Queen screamed. "I am your mother and you will do as I say!!"

Black Cat laughed out loud. "Oh please. You have no idea how long I've wanted to say this, but I am a grown adult and you don't get to tell me what to do anymore!"

The Queen's voice was dangerously calm, and even the three eavesdropping males could sense the boiling anger just beneath the surface. "You march your smart little mouth home this instant. I'll deal with you in the morning."

There was a breaking sound as something fell (or was thrown) to the floor, then the hurried footsteps of Black Cat retreated into the distance.

Pirate King exchanged a glance with Shadow and Brute. It seemed things in Ruby were not as calm and peaceful as The Queen would have everyone believe. A few moments more, and The Queen also exited the office.

When quiet once again reigned the halls, the three crept out of their hiding place and slid into The Queen's office.

"Search quickly." Pirate King said. "We don't have much time left."

Before beginning to search, Shadow checked in with Prince to avoid having the cavalry sent after them.

"Shadow to Prince."

"Thank God!" Prince exclaimed with a mixture of anger and concern. "What the hell happened in there?!"

"The Queen was still in her office, having a bit of an argument with Black Cat. We hid nearby till they left, and learned a valuable bit of information."

"Well, I'm glad you weren't caught. Now hurry up and find what we came for."

"Right. Shadow out."

Working fast, the men practically tore the room apart before Brute finally came across the object of their hunt: a stack of unassuming files labelled Property of Azareth.

"Found them." Brute uttered, joy and relief tinging his voice.

"Excellent! I'm glad we got them before she was able to do anything with them."

Shadow nodded in agreement. "In the wrong hands, that could have spelled the end of Azareth. But now that we've got them back, we're safe."

Pirate King smiled. "Now, let's blow this joint."

Shadow let out a loud cackle as Brute planted some chemical bombs in various places around the hideout. They wouldn't go off until they were touched, and the chemicals would cause instant death to all who inhaled it. It was their calling card, their way of letting Ruby know that Azareth was wise to their shit.

Pirate King exited the building, Brute and Shadow right behind him. They met up with Dark Angel in the alleyway, and after informing Prince of the successful mission they returned to their van and drove off.

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Dazzling Light 🌟 Chapter One

Group: ATEEZ

Members: WooJoong are centric, but all 8 are important characters

Paring: WooJoong

Side Parings: SeongSang, YunSanGi, Jongho x OC

Words: 1k

Trigger Warnings: Strong language, smut, masturbation, degredation kink

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"Yah, Jung Wooyoung! Get these clothes off the floor before Seonghwa murders both of us!"

Hongjoong's voice echoed through the mostly empty dorm, jolting Wooyoung from his focus on the video game he was playing. A rush of excitement flooded his body as the leader's rough words replayed in his head.

"Coming hyung!" He called back, pausing the game and standing to his feet. Exiting the room he shared with Yeosang and Jongho, he hurried over to where the shorter male was standing.

On the floor, very near the front door, was a dark brown band tee and some grey track shorts. Wooyoung sighed and shook his head. Sure, they were his clothes, but he wasn't the one to have put them there.

"I lent these to San a couple weeks ago." He explained. "I've been expecting him to return them soon, but not like this."

"You should have kept better track of what he did with them." Hongjoong scolded lightly. "Then maybe you could have intercepted them before they wound up on the floor."

"Sorry hyung." Wooyoung dipped his head slightly, forcing more remorse into his voice to hide the thrill that lurked just behind. Picking the clothing off the floor, he offered Hongjoong a soft smile before retreating to his room.

Once the door was closed, the raven-haired male collapsed on his bed with a quiet sigh of longing. His whole body was singing, every nerve end alight with a mixture of want and frustration.

"Three years." Wooyoung muttered, eyes welling up against his will. Three years was a long time to have a crush on someone with not even a hint of those feelings being reciprocated.

Wooyoung had liked Hongjoong since they first met. The older boy was charming and charismatic, his personality equal parts cute and sexy. It was only after he and Hongjoong, along with six other trainees who they had become close friends with, had debuted as ATEEZ that Wooyoung realised somewhere along the way like had turned into love and so began his whole-hearted crush on the leader of their new group.

The loud noise of voices broke Wooyoung from thoughts of the past. He recognized them as belonging to the other members and he stood quickly, returning to his computer and resuming the video game as if nothing had happened.

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The rest of that week was a blur for the members as they prepared for their upcoming comeback. This album was special, as it not only ended the FEVER series of albums but also allowed Mingi to have parts in some of the songs they had performed on Kingdom during his hiatus.

Excitement was something like a drug to Wooyoung, he thrived on it and could easily become sad when nothing interesting happened for a while. Add to that the leftover emotions from that moment with Hongjoong when San left those clothes out and Wooyoung felt like he was vibrating with all the adrenaline and high energy rushing through his body.

So when Hongjoong at one point gave Wooyoung a point-blank order, the poor boy nearly collapsed as his heart seemed to jump from his chest.

The younger was passing through the kitchen on his way to ask San something when Hongjoong spoke suddenly from behind him, voice rough from having been in the recording studio all morning.

"Wooyoung-ah, make me a sandwich. I haven't eaten yet today and I'm starving."

Between the sternness of Hongjoong's tone and the deeper register of his worn vocal cords, Wooyoung felt like he'd been struck by lightning as electricity zipped through him. Of course he had to tell me that now, when I'm already almost touching the ceiling.

"S-Sure hyung." He managed, praying he didn't look as affected as he felt. Wooyoung made the sandwich as quickly as he could without looking suspicious, then returned to his room, the question to San long forgotten.

His roommates were currently at the studio for their recording sessions, so he locked the door and threw himself onto his bed. His heart was racing and he could feel his head getting fuzzy.

Wooyoung had had a degradation kink for as long as he could remember. He loved being scolded, ordered about, and talked down to; and often when Hongjoong would do one or more of those things, the younger boy would end up running off somewhere to take care of the problem that had arisen in his pants.

This time was no different, in fact it might have been worse since his emotions were on overload already. Wooyoung sucked in a breath and hastily snaked a hand inside his sweatpants, beginning to drag his hand over his rapidly hardening dick.

His eyes fell shut as warm pleasure began to flood through his body. He imagined that it was Hongjoong touching him, the leader's much smaller hand the one stroking his length. He could almost hear all the harsh, degrading things the older man might whisper to him and this drew a whimper out of Wooyoung as his hand moved faster.

His orgasm came much quicker than usual thanks to the images flashing through his mind, and he had to bite down on a scream as the coil of heat in his stomach snapped and ropes of white painted his hand.

Wooyoung lay on his bed, panting, trying to ignore the shame that was threatening to claw through him. It wasn't the first time he'd gotten off to thoughts of Hongjoong, but his mind always tried to make him feel bad about it afterwards.

He cleaned himself up and sat back down on his bed, scrolling mindlessly through his phone for a bit. A knock on the door jerked Wooyoung back to the present, and he startled so violently that he almost fell off the bed. Embarrassed, he stood up, brushed himself off and went to unlock the door.

On the other side was Jongho, back from recording. "It's your turn to record hyung." The maknae informed as he slipped past Wooyoung into the room. "Thanks." The ravenette said simply, heading to the bathroom to take a shower before going to the studio.

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I'll Bleed For You | Summary

Kim Yangmi has always lived in the spotlight. With her twin brother being the famous rapper Kim Hongjoong, she has become used to the constant harassment by fans and the media. So used to it, in fact, that she forgets them and ends up caught somewhere she shouldn't. Worried about the effect her actions might have on her brother's career, Yangmi releases an apology that is accepted by everyone except Hongjoong himself. 

Fed up with his twin's behavior, he essentially grounds Yangmi, locking her up alone in their flat whenever he's gone. Yangmi spends a lot of the time in anger, stewing over her growing hatred for a brother who seems to hate her just as much.

One day, not long after her imprisonment in the flat was implemented, Yangmi began to find unsettling letters shoved under all the doors and windows. These and other occurrences frighten Yangmi, who tries unsuccessfully to tell her brother. Hongjoong passes it off as his sister being dramatic and moves on. 

This goes on for a while, until things escalate drastically. While home alone one night a masked stranger breaks into the flat and kidnaps Yangmi. She soon learns that her captor is none other than Jung Wooyoung, a friend of her brother and the face behind Seoul's most wanted serial killer "The Mangler."

Wooyoung's actions toward Yangmi soon spark something deep within her, a darkness that comes closer and closer to the surface as time goes on. Wooyoung notices this and begins to test her, seeing if she is willing to commit to the darkness. 

Will Yangmi pass Wooyoung's test and become a killer like him, or will she resist and try to escape his hold?