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bearseokie · 4 years ago

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𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (M) | cyj

Sent into a world where you aren’t the one making decisions, you’re forced into a life with Youngjae. As the tasks and lifestyle are controlled, you both adjust to the system while finding small cracks of free space to really get to know each other.

DETAILS — [ M | maroon series | 5.2k ] PAIRING — youngjae x fem! reader GENRES — video game (sims 4)! au, fluff, romance, smut, angst WARNINGS — mature + sexual content, blood, cursing, slight intoxication, love-making, biting, protected sex, heartbreak, divorce, pain and loneliness, the changing of dimensions

You woke from a strange feeling on your back, something pressed against you as you felt it expand and compress every few seconds. Jumping to your feet, the covers above dragged along with your body, causing the other object to groan and sit up.

"What are you doing?" A man whined, voice groggy as he peered over at you standing in the darkness.

A light shined past the window, the blinds a deep orange from the outside streetlight as the man's silhouette was nothing more than a shadow on the bed. You looked around, the bedroom covered in common decor with few personal items scattered about. The shadow of the man showed that his hair was a wreck, arms moving to his face as he rubbed it up and down trying to wake himself more.

"What is this?" You asked, unable to form a full sentence.

"Night-time." The man groaned, pushing the comforter down as he sat on his knees, turning the lamp at the side of the bed on so you could see each other. "Why are you awake? It's two in the morning," He asked, his cheeks red from sleep.

"Who are you?" You questioned, his state seeming more alert as he looked you over.

"You must have been added by the creator." He sighed, offering out his hand for you to shake. "I'm Youngjae." he half-smiled. "Apparently, we're married."

"What!?" You yelled, the sudden pitch of your voice making him jump.

"You signed up for this. Now, can't we just go back to sleep?" He asked, sitting back down onto his side of the bed as he pulled the covers over his legs.

"I don't know you," You stated, moving closer to the bed. "I can't sleep next to you." The man’s casual layer of comfort puzzled you, his aura in the same sense that he had experienced this before. Eyes tired and matching with your form, you shivered under his gaze — a sigh making your body rush forward as your knees hit against the thick frame of the bed.

“Well, if you go sleep on the couch, then you won't have enough energy to stay awake all day tomorrow — and you probably have work," he said, laying back down onto his pillow with a long huffing.

"Work?"

"Yes, we have to work to keep the bills paid." he moaned, closing his eyes as he grew sleepy again.

"So this is like real life?"

"You chose a game that is based on your reality, I don't know what else you were expecting. Please let me go back to sleep."

You stared at the man in confusion whilst he turned the lamp back off and he sighed again. Gently sliding onto the mattress, you laid beside the stranger as you stared at the ceiling. Listening to his light snores, you dozed back off to sleep.

Your eyes opened to the same ceiling, only it was brighter from the golden daylight peeking through the blinds. The side Youngjae slept on last night was empty, the room silent as birds chirped peacefully outside of the window. You pulled yourself from under the blankets without warning, pulling the comforter back up perfectly as you made your way through the house. You walked as if you knew where you were going, unable to turn in another direction. Venturing downstairs, you moved into the small kitchen. Stomach lightly growling, you opened the door to the fridge, making a bowl of cereal as you sat down at the dining table to eat. Youngjae was sitting adjacent to you eating a bowl of oatmeal, his palm pressing over his mouth to contain his silent, hysterical laughter.

"I hate cereal," you said, taking a scoop into your mouth.

"Wasn't your choice." he cackled. "Welcome to my world. Just be glad you're not a vegetarian because sometimes the controller forgets and accidentally makes you eat meat."

You looked at him with wide eyes as you both continued eating. Forced into separate morning routines, you went for a shower as he left for work — your day entirely planned for you without a single idea of the plans given to you. Having no idea where Youngjae worked, or what job you even had, you wanted so deeply to scour the home and find details about your partner — but no time erupted. Your shower wawa fast as you were forced out of the house, everything blurred around you. Blinking as hours passed, the sudden return home of your form to a still empty house brought chills across your skin. Not even acknowledging what occupation you had, the game didn't seem to make you aware of it as it would just skip time and respawned you back home. Open time in the wondrous cottage — Youngjae was still at work, leaving you to finally roam around the house whilst cleaning up and doing small activities.

The house was comforting. The controller's interior design was relaxing as there were photos on the walls and lots of soft furniture throughout the home. The building was a simple cottage in a field of green grass, flowers all about with a single pond on the outskirts to accompany the delightfulness the home acquired over time. The two-story home was fit enough for three or four people — and yet, it was only the two of you.

Youngjae returned home, exhausted by his job as he made his way into the kitchen, pulling out utensils and such to make a meal. His hair was a bit matted, dark circles forming under his eyes as he clamored around the kitchen putting together dinner.

"This is enough for two or three nights," he mentioned, placing the plate of finished food on the counter for you to get your own portion. "It's quite good, if I do say so myself."

“Thank you," you spoke, a small smile on your face as you and him sat parallel at the small, round dining table adjacent to the kitchen. "May I ask you something?"

"Shoot." he half-smiled.

"What is your job?" you asked him, his nose crinkling as he thought.

"I believe I am in business, but I never truly get sent to work," he stated, leaning back in his chair with a bite of food in his mouth.

Sitting as you watched him eat, something in the air clicked as time seemed to speed up. You and Youngjae were forced into a routine set by the creator, unable to do much more than follow their tasks. The rushed feeling finally slowed back down to normal time, you and Youngjae crawling into your sides of the bed. "W-What was that?" you asked him, his body shifting in your peripheral.

"The creator sped the time up," he spoke softly, relaxing against the mattress after the long - yet fast - day. "Happens when they grow bored. You'll get used to it."

"Talk about wasting time," you said, a chuckle coming from Youngjae as you both fell into another night of sleep — only now more acquainted.

The distance between you and him was obvious as days were forced to pass. Short glances whilst you both wondered the house doing your own work, small talk during meals; you were becoming stir crazy from the system being repetitive.

Youngjae took notice of your emotions becoming rapid, stalking you when he had the chance to see your reactions to daily things. The home budget was difficult, similar to how real life is due to a mortgage and miscellaneous bills needing to be paid monthly. The home was simple, most appliances old, or not installed at all. The most difficult thing you had to deal with was the constant swap of who did the dishes.

The sun had set, the kitchen was nearly lit by the two lights above the short island as you carried in things from your shared dinner. Having offered to do them, Youngjae worn out from his shift that day, he left you with a subtle smile to go shower. His dull actions towards you seemed more awkward every day. You couldn't quite tell if he was even trying to warm up to you or not. Setting down the plates, you retrieved the utensils used to put them into the sink. Starting the dishes, you finished them in seconds thanks to the creator's handy fast-forward button.

As the world fell quiet, no tasks were offered, random time skips, or even uncontrollable fits around you. Peering around, the wet glass in your hands as you were towel drying it slipped from your grasp. Shattering on the tiled flooring of the kitchen, you couldn't hold back the pain-filled whine as a shard of glass sunk into your leg. The cut bled, your left hand covering it in hopes of stopping the bleeding. Picking up the larger pieces of glass, tears pricked your eyes and slid down your cheeks. Light sobs fell past your lips, the outcome of the reality game hurtful as you felt out of place. Trying to quiet your crying, a hand gripped your arm, suddenly pulling you from the floor.

Youngjae stood before you, body soaked by the water from the shower. With nothing more than a towel around his waist, he had heard the glass shatter and came running. Hair dripping water down his chest, he pulled you against him. Hand over the back of your head as he held you to his wet body, your arms wrapped around his torso as you continued crying. Pulling you away from the pile of broken glass, he slowly released you. Sight peering down, he took notice of your leg covered in blood, a frown on his lips. Thinking quickly on his feet, he placed his hands under your arms, lifting your crying form onto the counter. Grabbing a rag from inside of the drawer, he placed it onto the cut, wiping away the running blood before jogging to the downstairs bathroom to grab a first aid kit. Gently caring for your small gash, he cleaned it properly and used a clear skin glue to stop the bleeding. Placing a bandaid over the spot, he rose back up while retightening the towel around his waist.

"Hey, hey." he soothed, thumb running over your tear-stained cheek. "It's alright, it was just a glass, it's okay."

"It's not that." you sniffled. "I'm not cut out for this, Youngjae."

"But you said it's based on your real life," he said, lips twisting.

"It's just-" you sighed. "You and I don't seem to be getting along. This system, the creator, it's all just so much to get used to."

His laughter made your eyes trail up from his towel, meeting his scrunched nose and closed eyes. Hand moving to your thigh, he stood between your legs as he looked at you endearingly.

"Y/N. I lived here alone before you were created. Having you here has changed everything, for both of us. I'm adjusting just as much as you are. I mean, look at this." he stated, hands going into the air as you both looked around. "We're free right now. The creator stopped playing. This is on my own accord." You blinked, pouting as you nodded slowly. His hands moved back down, going to their original spots as he kept eye contact with you.

"So now this is really me talking. I adore you. It's more than nice to have someone to sleep beside at night. Whether or not we've known each other for that long, we are here now. We're married around the creator, but separate most of the time. How about we try to change that?"

"What do you suppose we do?"

"Go on a date with me." he proposed, a toothy smile on his face as he gleamed down at you. "As long as it's without the creator's control, you'll get to meet the real me. I can cook us a nice dinner for two, and we can dip into the shelf of alcohol by the fridge." his light sigh pulled at your heart, hands moving up to your arms to rub them caringly. "Please, give me a chance?"

"O-Okay." you stuttered, nodding as his smile grew.

Tapping at your leg, he checked over the cut, a nod of approval playing on his face. Leaving to retrieve a broom and dustpan, he got rid of the glass on the floor. Putting his arms around you, he lifted you off the counter and helped you stand on your feet. Offering you his arm, he led you up the steps and to your shared bed, hoisting you onto the mattress and carefully tucking you in. Falling asleep beside him that night, you wore a smile at the idea of finally getting the chance to know the real Youngjae.

The next day came, a similar schedule as both of you parted for work and random tasks. With the night coming up soon, you were giddy. Shuffling around your shared bedroom once you returned home from work, your fingers felt numb. Everything falling through your grasp, you placed your hands on the counter to take in a deep breath. Peering up at your reflection in the mirror, you noticed a glow in your eyes. With Youngjae on your mind, you gathered yourself together and made your way downstairs.

The table was already set, hot food being placed in the middle as you met his gaze. With a white top and black slacks, he looked handsome and happy while setting down the large meal. Offering you your seat by pulling out the chair, his fingers grazed the skin on your back - the thin shirt thinner than you thought it would be - making you shiver in excitement.

Taking his own seat, he moved the platters of food closer to you, a chuckle coming from him when you stared dumbfounded at them. Not knowing where to start, all you could manage was to send him a small smile. He let out a laugh at your giddy state, motioning you towards the dish closest to you, one he knew you'd love the most.

Keeping his promise, he poured a light red wine into a glass beside your plate. Gently making sure he didn't go over the natural line, you watched his face contort as he focused in on the drink. Tongue between his teeth, his hand was staggering. Moving your hand up, you gripped his wrist, a small jolt coming from him. Without moving the bottle from the glass, his eyes matched yours with a cheeky grin.

"Glad to know I'm not the only nervous one here," you stated, watching his cheeks turn pink under the candlelight surrounding the delightful scene.

Retaking his seat, his eyes moved from your face to his plate as both of you ate slowly, savoring the fine meal. Though you could tell Youngjae would come up short with words, he was a dazzling cook. Subtle sips were taken of the wine, the conversation mulling over from the natural small talk you shared with him during meals to full-blown rants and seemingly comedic jokes. Both of you unable to stop sharing random facts about each other, you couldn't help but enjoy how Youngjae's energy radiated, unlike when he was under control by the creator.

"I wasn't planning on being here. Obviously, I couldn't plan it at all because I'm not the creator, but this was a bit out of my boundary," he said, light slurs in his words as his fingers laced through his hair over his forehead.

"If I had known just how realistic this game was, I would have reconsidered my plan of playing it so soon." you spoke, your drunken state taking over as Youngjae could only laugh. "But if I had done that, I could have lost the chance to meet you." Your words seemed to flip a switch in him, one lick of his lips as his eyes bored into yours suddenly, fixed on your words. "Who knows, I might have been added into a game with a different stranger and never would have been able to try your delectable cooking."

Smile wide, his fingers sat bent into his palm, head resting against his wrist. Calm and collected - though intoxicated - you both enjoyed each other's company much more than you would have expected to days prior.

Cleaning up without any accidents, the two of you stumbled up the steps, Youngjae's arm around your waist to keep you from falling backward. With a warm smile on your face, you retreated to the bathroom to get ready for bed, the jittered feeling still going through your body from the top of your head to the tip of your toes.

Fixed in comfy pajamas, you were met with Youngjae's relaxed form on the bed. As your body lowered against the mattress, he shuffled closer to you, placing an arm behind your head. Both resting back against the pillows, he let out a sigh.

"It's even nicer having someone to hold at night," he said, referring to when he asked you to go on a date with him.

Snuggled up against his warm body, his fingers on his right hand trailed up and down your arm. Smooth hands caressing your skin, his lips pressing a light kiss to your temple made you feel more secure than you did in reality. Eloped to a man you never met before was turning out to be a joyful ride.

Hands continuing up and down your skin, the kiss to your temple moved to your lips, his other hand turning and lifting your face. The strange angle made your neck crooked. Adjusting yourself over him, you straddled his legs to keep from making each other sore the next day. Captivated by how his lips moved against yours so gently, yet so fitting, your hand moved to pull his face closer. With a soft push against his shoulder, his hands slipped from your face down your body to your waist, holding you steady over him. Body settled below you like it was meant to be there, his grip on you tightened, tongue slipping against yours.

His movements slowed, giving you time to take in his smoothed lips while your fingers traced imaginary patterns onto the exposed skin of his torso. The shirt he was wearing to sleep in was thin and oh-so-easy to peel over his head. With his bare chest before you, your mouth captured his again, toying with the way his hands continued to roam before reconnecting with your hips to press you down against him. Groaning against you, your shirt was being pulled over your own head, along with your shorts slipping down your legs in the same process. Nearly naked above him, his bottom lip was taken in between his teeth, eyes unable to leave your body.

With a sudden pull, he was laying flat with you hovering over him, crotched aligned perfectly as his head burning into your neck. Kisses turning into small nips at your nape, his name passed your lips with passion and envy, a smile pressing against your skin from your moans.

His small gestured were noticeable, hand slipping across your breasts and trailing down to your clothed core, a gasp leaving you. Pupils dilated, his mouth fell open as his hand slid into your underwear and met your sensitive bud of nerves. Gasping against him, his fingers rubbed the spot in circles, your body floating above as his free hand caught your hips from rutting into his own. With your body stuttering above him, he took the chance to bask in your sounds, listening to the way his sighs matched every time you whispered his name.

Fear struck you, the idea of the creator coming back and seeing you both being this intimate making you nervous thinking about how it was an actual person from your reality controlling you within the game. Shaking at the thought of someone else being careless of you and Youngjae, he pulled you from your thoughts as he took his hand away from your core. Raising your chin for him to look into your eyes, he had taken notice that you zoned out.

"You okay?" he asked, seeming to be worried that he was doing something wrong.

Instead of responding, your lips pressed against his, pushing his hands back onto your body to continue. Still lingering on your tired state, he complied. Your thumbs caught the band of your underwear, pulling the fabric down without another thought, his eyes wandering the now visible section of you. With his tongue between his teeth, your fingers pulled his boxers off of him, his body not withdrawing from your sudden eagerness at all. Pressing his lips against yours again quickly, he shuffled to the nightstand where the lamp sat, his body strangely bent to retrieve a condom and place it over his length. Tenderly setting you back over him, you placed butterfly kisses against his face, watching his grin widen. Lacing your hand in his, he slowly pushed into you, your eyes shutting from the bliss of him filling you for the first time.

Taking his time to let you adjust, your hands laced together were turning white from holding on too tightly. Slowly seating you down on him, you both stared into each other's eyes as his hand unlaced from yours, moving to control your hips. With a steady rhythm starting, all you could do was moan when he would gently thrust into you. Feeling left out that you weren't doing anything other than hold yourself above him, your lips moved to his neck. Listening to how the volume in his groans advanced, you sucking a purple mark against his collarbone made him plunge into you. Keeping a stern pace as his cock rocked up into you, his name was falling from your mouth like it was a curse word. Pushing up into you with more force, faster each time, your hips began to collide with his. Feeling the pressure building up in your abdomen, you were getting closer to your orgasm. Youngjae, taking notice within seconds, pressed his thumb against your clit again, rubbing it harshly as your moans got even louder. A mess above him while practically screaming his name, his body was faltering as he was hitting his own high, thumb moving rapidly as you clenched around him. Holding you up, you both came together in a state of harmony. Falling against his chest, he pulled out of you, ridding himself of the used condom. With a gentle kiss placed to your sweaty forehead, you began to doze off.

"I never want to lose you, Y/N.," he said quietly, almost as if he didn't mean for you to hear it.

Daybreak stirred you awake, rolling to face the window with Youngjae's undisturbed figure beside you. Blankets pulled up to his face, only his eyes and above was in your view, but as soft looking as he could get. Eyelids shut naturally, his nose whistled, sleeping harder than he had since you arrived. Hair fluffed into a mess against the pillow, you lifted your hand from the warm cocoon around you, trapping your fingers in the locks delicately. Looking through the uncovered window above the curtains, you watched the sky turn from deep blue to purple, to a fainter blue as the sun peered into the room more by the minute.

He looked softer than you had witnessed him before, the man that was so delicate during the day caring for you, asleep so peacefully. You understood something you never managed to in reality; the feeling of true fear at the idea of losing the person you cared most about. Youngjae had become your companion. The one who stood beside you at night to dry the dishes you washed. The one who offered to retie your loose shoelace. The one who smiled at you, even as tears poured your face.

"I never want to lose you, either," you said to him, his eyes twitching as they pulled open, a confused look on his face from the sound of your voice.

"Huh?" he asked, your light shushing sound lulling him back to sleep, your hand stuck under his face as he slept soundly once again.

A soft beam of a smile on your face, you do understand it. You understand it completely.

He stirred awake, the air changing again as he followed the tasks meant for him by the creator. Getting ready for work, he could only offer you a smile and wave before exiting the house for hours, leaving you alone in the cottage-like home to find an activity on your day off. You stood from the bed, making your way into the bathroom to brush your teeth, everything systematic as you moved like a robot. The control you and Youngjae once had was now gone, the rules of the game - unbeknownst to you - back in place.

It was hours of mixed chores, finding boredom from your tasks up until you crossed paths with an easel. You halted, reading over the activity before moving towards the art stand to create a small painting.

You had never painted before in your life, the hobby more fascinating from a perspective standpoint than if you were to do it yourself. Yet you found yourself running the brush over the canvas for hours, a picture of a realistic heart painted onto the white space. Your mind read it as a metaphor, that your heart was growing from this experience, and it was so far away from wanting to leave.

Youngjae returned home not long after you finished, waltzing past you and heading towards the kitchen to make something to eat. With a quick peek at your painting as he moved past you, his eyes grew wide, mouth forming a smile.

"That looks wonderful!" he called from the kitchen, your laughter echoing through the quieted home.

Your body moved forward, a new task playing as your feet moved you into the kitchen. Walking up to Youngjae, a code read in the game, a sudden mantra of sad music playing as you looked at him confused. His face was equally as baffled, a sudden ring forming between you two before it shattered onto the floor.

"Why did the creator just divorce us?"

The once comfortable and quiet house was now dead silent, nothing but the small splashes of your tears against the floorboards of the steps resonating through the home. Youngjae's words filled your head, his talk of the creator making sudden changes that could shift the entire game at any moment. The world was fully out of your control, suffering through the emotions and actions brought upon you.

You and Youngjae had been forced into a divorce, the creator's attention fully on you as they split the household and moved him to somewhere else. Your mind was so numbed within the game, it didn't feel like you were playing it anymore. Now you were just living it.

Stubborn with any task they gave you, your foot was one step out of the door already, figuring out you can reject the creator's commands and wreak havoc. You refused to clean up after yourself, things were being taken care of manually by the creator, the energy of the gameplay wearing thin. Your emotions read as sad all the time, nothing that they tasked you to do lightening them and healing you.

You were far from healed, having witnessed Youngjae walk out the front door and not return had twisted your heart and frozen your mind. The bed was cold, your body stationed straight on your back. You couldn't bring yourself to look over at Youngjae's side, the empty space provoking the tears hidden in the ducts of your eyes to escape.

"If he were here, he would tell me not to cry over him. Everything will settle at some point, and he will make his way to me again." Your own words sounded like a lie, tears slipping down the sides of your face. Your cries were loud, the covers once shared now soaked with excruciating loneliness. A broken heart can only bear so much, and your chest was already caving in.

Once the unbearable feeling of loneliness set in, a drastic change came to you. A dark evening, only two lamps lit inside the entire cottage, and a knock at your door sounded. Hair a mess, face oiled and stained with tears, a left-behind shirt of Youngjae’s over your body: and the same man stood before you from the other side of the doorway.

“They stopped playing again.”

Barreling into his chest, Youngjae didn’t stutter for a second to pull you into his hold and carry you into the home. No longer shared, having him inside for a split second made the place feel like home again, his smile brighter than any lamp could glow.

“I have a way around this, believe me?” Your eyes caught a glimpse of the man standing over you, his back crouching towards your face to be aligned with your sight.

Youngjae never gave you a reason to not be frank with him, no matter the pain that follows.

“But we only have so much time together, what do you mean?”

There were things in the game you couldn’t comprehend, didn’t want to. Like how the world continued to play even when the human in control of the game walked away, Youngjae had an open chance to give you something you wouldn’t be able to wrap your head around, but needed.

You wanted to stop him, continue to hug his body to your chest and feel the thumps of his heartbeat. Youngjae was dead set on his plan, the mouse in the human’s hands as they searched for his character putting everything in his mind into jeopardy. His hand captured yours, pulling you along across the hardwood flooring until you stood at the same countertop, the one where you realize Youngjae wasn’t a stranger, but a partner.

Fingers moving through the array of utensils in a jar on the counter, his grasp caught a permanent marker. Bringing it closer, removing the cap, the energy in the room shifted.

“They know you’re here! Youngjae, do something!” The frantic sound of your voice didn’t detour the man from his motions, taking your arm in his hold and straightening the limb. Forearm being plucked by the marker, symbols formed on your skin past the tears still falling from your eyes.

“I need you to-” Even his voice cracked this time. “-hold onto this.”

You couldn’t look down at what he was writing. The game was overloaded, the human controlling it was clearly abhorred by Youngjae’s sudden disappearance and visual inside the home they forced him to leave, and with everything on the line: your time in the game was up.

A bright light surrounding your form, a sudden wave was slowly taking over Youngjae’s body too. As if the world was changing around you, the familiar feeling of your original reality filled your senses. Stood in your living room, the console’s fan running on high, you pulled at the sticky trackers from your body, Pupils dilating at what was written on your arm, you could hardly catch your breath enough to read it aloud to yourself.

“Find me.” Words composed in only Youngjae’s handwriting followed by a phone number from your reality, the part he exempted from you finally surfaced.

He was just another human being playing the game.

「RETURN TO MAIN MENU」 | 「NEXT GAME」

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thekpopaus · 6 years ago

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Corsair

Jackson x Reader

Chapter Two

Word Count: 2933

Warnings: Violence, mentions of blood and death, nothing in great detail.

I wrote 85% of this in like an hour and a half and I’m actually kind of okay with how it turned out so...yea...I have a few requests in my inbox that I’m working on, I’m not sure when they’ll be out, I’m hoping for some good inspiration! Hope you enjoy!

Ch 1

It only took the crew a few days to treat you as one of their own. Bambam and Mark were the friendliest. Mark took to you quickly because he was glad he didn’t have to stab his fingers anymore. Bambam had picked out the fabric he wanted for you to use to make him a shirt. It was a beautiful teal colored silk, you had started on it immediately, along with a few shirts of your own and for the rest of your new family.

A sail ripped on your third day and according to Mark, who watched diligently, you finished it in half the time it usually took him. The stitches were way more perfect also. It made you proud but when Mark told you they won’t rip as often now you had a twinge of doubt. There wouldn’t be any need for you on the ship if the sails were in perfect condition all the time.

When you voiced your worries to Bambam he assured you that no one would be kicking you off the ship. “The only way you’d escape this ship is if you left yourself. Jackson wouldn’t do that to you. I was an orphan at 12 years old and Jackson took care of me for four years until I was old enough to start helping with everything. By then this was all I knew so I just asked to stay. He said he already thought I planned on it. He might seem cold but he really is a nice guy. He just wants to help people, he’s just afraid to be taken advantage of.”

You wondered why he would feel that way., but thinking back to what Yoyo said before about their reputation being important made sense. He did have a certain image to uphold. Bambam did make you feel better though.

Your interactions with Jackson were short and curt. Bambam and Yoyo made him out to be a kind person, but he seemed to be the exact opposite. You had started making it a point to avoid him unless it was absolutely necessary to speak to him. That wasn’t often, but the rest of the crew started to notice pretty quickly.

Mark, who had quickly taken on the roll of a big brother, was the one who confronted you about it. The reason he came to you surprised you though.

“So, Jackson thinks you hate him.” Mark had been sitting in your bunk next to you reading a book while you sewed. You stopped what you were doing and just stared at him in shock.

“No, I’m pretty sure Jackson hates me. He’s always so short with me and I just feel like he doesn’t want me here so I just started avoiding him. The rest of you are fine with me I just don’t know why he doesn’t treat me the same way you guys do.” You shook your head and went back to sewing Bambam’s shirt.

“He doesn’t have an issue with you, we’re just not used to women on the boat. Jackson grew up on the sea, he didn’t set foot on dry land until he was 11. His mom was really the only woman he interacted with. That’s a little different than having girl friends. He just doesn’t know how to act around you so he just hides himself behind the Jackson persona. It’s really not how he acts all the time, I swear to you it’s not. I’ll talk to him. Jackson’s favorite color is black, maybe make him a shirt and that could be a conversation starter.” He pointed to a bolt of black silk lying on the pile.

“Thanks Mark, I’ll try that. I just didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t want to say something wrong and piss him off, I don’t have anywhere else to go if he kicks me off the ship.” Thinking about it made you upset, you did throw away a life that was at least stable to join a pirate crew you knew little of. It wasn’t a great situation but at least you had a roof over your head. Now you had nothing but this little sack of silver pieces and your sewing skills, not enough for anything really.

“Don’t worry about it, if he did try to kick you off the rest of us would revolt. Especially Bambam, he might make him walk the plank. You’re the only ‘sophisticated’ one here.” He chuckled and you laughed along with him.

Bambam had quickly become a dear friend to you in a short period of time. Your personalities couldn’t have been more different, but he had a good heart. He had come to you for fashion advice more than once, and a few times even asked you to mend a favorite shirt of his. This small crew felt like the family you never thought you’d have. Each of them had taken you under their wing, teaching you whatever you asked to learn, and they never expected any less from you than one of the guys.

The cohesiveness of the crew is what really surprised you. When the ship was in action, even Bambam and Yugyeom quick their bickering. They all worked together so well, it was almost like they could read each other’s minds. While one lets a rope down the other ties it and lets the other rope up.

You hoped after long enough you would be able to function like that also. Until then though, you did need to figure things out with Jackson. Walking around on eggshells wasn’t going to work for very long. You looked at the bolt of black silk again, taking Mark’s suggestion to heart. You could have Bambam’s shirt done by dinner if you kept at it. Then you’d start on Jackson’s and work as quickly as you could to get it done. Maybe that won’t totally fix everything, but at least it would be a start.

Mark hung around for another few hours until it was time for him to go up and help with dinner. You kept working on Bambam’s shirt, just finishing up a few stitches here and there until you were finally happy with the results.

You wrapped it up in some left over fabric and stuffed it under your bunk until after dinner. Bambam would be so excited, he hadn’t stopped asking when it would be done.

Dinner went well, Jackson still as quiet as ever at the head of the table. The rest of the crew were making a fuss and being loud as usual. Bambam was once again arguing with Yugyeom over wine being healthy. Bambam insisted is was and Yugyeom firmly believed it wasn’t. You just laughed at them and continued eating until Bambam paused for a minute to catch his breath.

“Hey Bam, come down to my bunk later, I have something for you.” He cracked a smile, figuring it was his new shirt that he’d been so excited to try on. You were too involved in discussing which pants he should wear with it that you missed Jackson’s scrutinizing gaze flitting back and forth between Bambam and yourself. Mark however notices everything, making a mental note to ask Jackson about it later.

When everyone was finally finished eating, you rushed below deck with Bambam so you could give him his shirt. You pulled it out from under your bed and unfolded it, holding it up for him to see.

“I made it to be a little loose but hopefully I got all the measurements right!” He made you turn around so he could change.

“This is amazing Y/n! I don’t think I’ve ever owned a shirt this nice. This is even better than that merchant at the last port we were in! The stitching is perfect and it fits perfectly! You have a gift my friend, a real gift!” He pulled you towards him and kissed your forehead in thanks.

Not used to the contact you blushed, but you were glad that Bambam loved the shirt so much. You just hoped to have the same success with Jackson. Once Bambam decided he was done modeling, you started on a shirt for Jackson. The measurements you would have to guess on, you hadn’t really been close enough to Jackson to get anything accurate enough that you felt comfortable. Jaebum had broad shoulders, maybe he could help you get a basic size. You’ll ask him tomorrow after breakfast.

Sleeping on a rocking ship took some getting used to. Some nights it was just a gentle, barely there motion. Other nights, like tonight, it was tossing the ship around pretty roughly. The more violent rocking kept you awake, not yet knowing the limitations of the ship, you were afraid of capsizing. Probably a ridiculous thought, but something had to go wrong soon, your life was actually looking up or once.

Sleep was impossible for now, so you decided to take a walk up on deck. Maybe if you see how small the waves actually are it will calm your mind. Wrapping your thick blanket around your shoulders you walked as quietly as possible through the cargo hold and up the steps to the top deck. The boards felt rough on your bare feet, but it’s not uncomfortable. You used to run around the cobblestone streets at home barefoot all the time.

Moonlight illuminated the deck just enough for you to see where you were going, the wind catching your blanket and whipping it around your legs. Over the side of the ship you could see the waves, which were much smaller than the rocking ship would have you believe.

From the deck the water looked black, not the beautiful blue it is during the day. Sometimes you wondered if mermaids and sea monsters actually existed in the murky darkness below that beautiful blue layer.

“It’s a different kind of beautiful at night isn’t it?” The deep voice came from beside you, making you jump and let out a surprised yelp. You hadn’t even noticed him walking up behind you. Jackson leaned on the railing next to you, staring down at the dark waters below.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, I thought you would have heard my footsteps. The water is mesmerizing. That’s why so many men die at sea, the water just seems to pull you in and it never lets go once it has you. It doesn’t look so terrible in the daylight, but at night, you make one wrong step and go overboard? That’s it, you’re gone.” Not sure what to make of his speech you just told him you’d be careful to stay away from the edge.

He turned to look at you, wrapped in your blanket, “Can’t sleep?”

“I still haven’t quite gotten used to the rocking. I feel like the ship is going to sink even though the waves aren’t that big.” You wrapped the blanket tighter around your shoulders, trying to get the image of drowning in freezing water out of your head.

“You don’t have to worry about that. This ship is sturdy enough to handle even the roughest waters. Bambam’s been through enough storms to tell you that. The shirt you made for him was really well done by the way. You have a talent. When you decide to settle down somewhere Bam thinks you could make it as a clothes designer. Some big port city somewhere, you’d make a lot of money.”

“I’m glad he thinks I’m that good. I still don’t feel that confident in my skills. That old witch of a seamstress would beat us just for sewing a single stitch that wasn’t perfectly even with the rest. One time I was so exhausted and stressed out that I sewed a shirt collar on backwards. I thought she would have my head for that one. She locked me in the cage for a few days but at least it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.” You shivered a little, remembering how cruel she was to the poor girls unlucky enough to work for her.

Jackson looked like he was about to say something else, but something on the horizon caught his eye. Through the dark sky you could just see the shadow of another ship sailing straight towards yours. It was coming on fast, which couldn’t mean anything good.

“Y/N, go wake up the rest of the crew, tell them I need all hands on deck. That’s not one of our ships. Go!” You threw your blanket off and raced below deck, yelling all the way. The crew sprung into action faster than you thought possible once you told them about the enemy ship.

Bambam grabbed your shoulders and spun you around towards your bunk. “Go to your bed and hide under it, keep as quiet as possible and don’t come out unless one of us comes to get you, okay?”

He didn’t give you any time to respond, running to catch up with the rest of the crew on deck. You did as he said, throwing a sheet over yourself as you crawled under your bed.

It was mostly quiet except for Jackson’s booming voice shouting commands to the other pirates. There was a moment of quiet, and then you heard a cannon fire.

It must have been from your ship, the loud bang making your ears ring. One blast after another sounded through the cargo hold. You hated not knowing what was going on and you decided it would be wise to learn how to fight. Learning how to fire a cannon would be helpful as well.

Nothing could be heard over the cannons and it was making you nervous. The cannons stopped entirely and then you heard the sound of splintering wood. A shudder ran through the ship, the creaking wooden planks singing under the stress of the impact. The impact of two ships colliding.

All was quiet for a few seconds, then a voice you had never heard before sounded over the water.

“Board the ship! Take the crew alive, bring me Jackson’s head!” You heard swords being unsheathed and boots landing on the deck above you. Worry for your new family outweighed how scared you were.

You couldn’t bear the thought of any of them being hurt while you just hid under your bed like a coward. Swords clashing on the deck fueled your frantic search for a weapon. Something, anything that you could use to protect yourself and your friends.

You stumbled into the bunk area, hoping someone left behind an extra sword. The only weapon there was a small knife, you weren’t even sure who it belonged to. Nothing else would be of any help to you there, so you made you way into the kitchen, grabbing a cast iron fry pan and a kitchen knife. It wasn’t much but maybe you could just distract them.

By the time you reached the deck, there were multiple bodies bleeding out onto the old wood. All of your friends were still fighting however, and it filled you with relief. Your relief didn’t last long however, it was clear Jackson’s crew was severely outnumbered. They were fighting for their lives but there were at least 6 enemies for each of your friends.

Having nowhere to go without the crew, you threw yourself into the fray. The heavy cast iron pan wasn’t easy to swing so you opted for one of the knives. Without any experience you would be lucky to survive but you’ll be damned if you let your friends die without helping.

Bambam finally noticed you and told you to go below deck, but the enemy had already seen you. They would just follow you and make you an easy target.

He maneuvered himself away from the pirates he was fighting to run over to you. He shoved a short sword in your hands, “Aim for the head or the stomach, swing and stab, doesn’t matter as long as they die and you we don’t, okay? I’ll watch your back if you’ll watch mine.”

Trusting you to protect his blind spot probably wasn’t a great idea, but you knew he would do anything to keep you safe, so you would do the same for him. For each pirate you took down, another two would take their place. Bambam kept turning his body to take the brunt of the attacks, leaving you to finish them off. One pirate ran straight towards you before he could spin around. You raised your sword and swung down, hoping for the best. The steel connected with flesh and bone, his sword clattering onto the deck.

By the time Bambam turned around he had already dropped to the deck, no life left in him. The darkness helped hide most of the blood that stained the deck, thankfully not much was from Jackson’s side. The others were still fighting, but the crowd of enemies was slowly dwindling.

Bambam was looking towards the other ship, waiting to see if any others were waiting to attack. Neither of you saw anything, but looking behind the ship you could see another ship speeding towards yours. Bambam had already seen it though, and a look of relief passed over his face.

He turned around and called over the deck, “The red sails are here!” The rest of the crew grinned and seemed to fight even harder.

“What does that mean, what’s the red sails? Why is it good?”

Bambam turned to you and smiled, “That ship belongs to Jackson’s mother.”

#jackson #jackson wang #jackson fluff #jackson angst #jackson smut #got7 #got7 fanfic #got7 fluff #pirate au #pirate jackson #mark #jaebum #jinyoung #youngjae #bambam #yugyeom #tw #tw violence #tw abuse

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Against the Tide: Fifteenth Dal Segno (Ch.15)

©atiny-piratequeen 2022. do not repost, translate, or use my works without permission

Pairing: Poly OT8

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Genre: Heavy Angst, Action, Romance, Fluff, Smut, Fantasy

Series AU Tags: Demon Pirates, Supernatural, Poly Relationship (mxm), Past and Modern Day AU, Mythology Au, Slow Burn, Slice of Life, College Au, Rock Band Au, Happy Ending Endgame

Chapter Tws: Explosions, Graphic Violence, Swearing, Blood, Injuries, Non Graphic Depictions of Impalement/Goring, Asphyxia/Choking, Blunt Force Trauma, Non Permanent Character Deaths (woo the power of immortals), Weapons, Anxiety, Fire, Animal Attacks, Non Descriptive Depiction of Vomit, Fainting

Chapter Sws: Wet Dream, Group Sex, Body Worship, Blowjobs, Barebacking, Creampie, Nipple Play, Marking, Fingering, Hair Pulling, Sensory Deprivation (Vision), Choking Kink

WC: 13.8k+

A/N: Happy new year! Sorry this is so late compared to when I intended this to go up but I hope the bulk and quality make it worth the wait. I’m still supposed to post the character analysis for got7 that kept getting pushed back but I’ll just post who’s what here so my detectivetiny can see before I do the full analysis. Please remember to share and reblog this work if you enjoyed it, thank you~

Jabeom-Buluc Chabthan-Mayan God of War, Blood, and Sudden Death

Jinyoung- Uenuku-Kōpako-Māori atua of Rainbows

Mark-Xiezhi-Chinese Mythical Creature resembling a goat or ox able to distinguish the guilty from the innocent

Jackson-Fuzanglong-Chinese powerful dragon residing underground that guards treasures and is also a messenger to the heavens.

Youngjae- Qilin- SEA (mostly Chinese) mythical being that is incredible fearsome, but only punishes those deemed wicked, often both dragonian and deerlike in appearance.

BamBam-Phaya Naga-Thai divine single horned serpent with supernatural powers.

Yugyeom- Cŵn Annwn- Welsh spectral hounds often seen as an omen of death.

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It only took ten minutes for the explosions to begin. The ground rumbled below, and in the distance, he could hear rumbling and shaking, the artificial birds of this place fleeing as soon as the peace was disturbed.

Youngjae didn’t move from his spot.

He stayed on his knees, painting on the tapestry in front of him.

He needn’t look for who had entered their space this time. They would find him.

He would judge them accordingly.

Just as suspected, ten more minutes passed, and the sound of twigs snapping alerted him to a presence.

Yunho made his way through the trees, touching the trunks and listening to them speak to him, making his way to a large clearing. The triangle over his eye gleamed as he kept his guard up, listening to Geb quietly formulate plans for combat. The surgeon nodded along to it all before he stopped short, finding a man painting in the middle of the clearing.

The flowers around him rustled in the wind, illuminated by magic as he looked up.

“They aren’t speaking to us. Proceed with caution, Yunho.” Geb warned. Yunho nodded, calmly walking forward.

Normally the flora spoke, even if some of them had some rather...unsavory things to say.

Why were these different?

The man on his knees set his paintbrush down and put his hands in his lap, looking up as Yunho stopped around ten feet from him, watching cautiously.

“My name is Jeong Yunho.”

The man on the ground looked at him silently for a moment before he smiled, pushing himself off of the ground.

“Ah, you’re making my job easy. Hello, My name is Choi Youngjae. I am what one would call a Qilin.”

Yunho blinked in surprise at the kind tone. He watched Youngjae dust himself off before a pair of antlers appeared above his short hair. Two long, carp-like whiskers extended from the corners of his mouth, and his brown eyes began to gleam gold as he took a step forward.

Yunho tensed immediately, foot shifting.

“I need to finish evaluating you. Please cooperate and keep still.”

Before Yunho could respond, Youngjae was gone in a blur. He was in front of Yunho in an instant, grabbing his face and pulling him down, looking into his eyes.

Yunho panicked, close to snatching himself back and knocking Youngjae away with a vine when Geb halted him.

“Just a moment.”

“But-”

“Trust me for a moment, Yunho.”

Yunho immediately relaxed, looking into Youngjae’s glowing eyes.

Youngjae hummed and let him go a moment later, his eyes no longer glowing.

“I see.” He grabbed Yunho’s hand, placing a piece of paper in his palm.

Yunho stared at him in confusion before looking at the paper.

“W-what...what did you do…?”

“You are from the West, so I don’t very much think you are familiar with my kind. I can tell if those who stand before me are wicked or not. Had you come here swinging wildly or had I had detected wickedness in your heart, we would be fighting right now. However...I have viewed every action you have taken. You may have the piece.”

Yunho stood to his full height, blinking in confusion.

“That’s it…?”

“I suggest you stop questioning my methods of evaluation and find your partners. The others aren’t as I am, and I can assure you, they will need as much help as they can get against the others.”

Yunho looked at the sheet before Youngjae before carefully making his way past him. Youngjae watched him go before looking towards the horizon, humming.

“I smell chaos.”

-~-

‘Youngjae’s piece has been acquired.’

“Did he just vibe check him?” Jaemin inquired, leaning closer to Renjun’s shoulder. The brainiac's brow twitched in mild annoyance.

“Don’t stand so close. I’ll lose focus and drop the projections.”

Siyeon tapped her lip, legs crossed as she sat at a table, watching every movement closely.

“That’s the first time Youngjae didn’t attack...I see. It’s not him, then.”

Jeno’s ears perked, turning his head to the witch slightly mumbling to herself. He pursed his lips before turning his attention forward as Jaemin let out a sound of excitement.

“Oh shit, did you see that?!”

“I told you to stop touching me before I lose focus!”

“Nono, go get some popcorn!”

“Jaemin I will kill you-”

Jeno laughed a bit warily as the two bickered and moved to the kitchen, glancing at the tarot cards Siyeon had taken out, her eyes still fixed on the screens Renjun was holding up with his hieroglyphs as she spread the deck out on the table.

-x-

Jongho sighed, his footsteps light, near inaudible as he kept an eye out for any sign of movement.

Whiro did the same, nearly buzzing with excitement as he shifted around, watching Jongho’s back and both his sides, fully lifted off of his skin.

Both of them heard a sharp sound and snapped their head to the left before Jongho growled and summoned a taiaha made from darkness, spinning it in front of him and knocking back the arrows that came flying at him and Whiro.

“Oh~? Did you see that light? It’s coming from there.” Whiro lightly tugged Jongho forward until the man fell in step, running towards the arrows.

There was a shift in the air and a barrage of rainbow-colored arrows flew in their direction. Jongho grit his teeth and spun the taiaha faster, blocking all of them. Despite the fact that none were connecting with him, he could feel Whiro growling in his head, pain blooming in various parts of his body as he proceeded.

“Motherf-”

“Are you okay?”

“It’s light magic. Fucking hurts like a bitch-”

That would explain it. Jongho lunged out of the brush, summoning an array of blades made from Whiro’s darkness, throwing them down with force.

“Tch. He’s fast.”

An unfamiliar voice caught his attention and he watched as someone ran through the rain of blades, dodging each one with skill.

“There’s the little bitch! Let me go!”

Jongho didn’t hesitate, giving up his body’s control and letting Whiro take over. His hair turned fully blonde, his eyes blood red as his tā moko stretched over his face, pulsing as Whiro grinned wildly.

“Oh fuck yes~”

He lunged, throwing weapon after weapon at the dodging man, while Jongho kept watch, much like the god had done for him before they switched places.

He couldn't shake the feeling they were being watched as they tried to land a hit on the figure.

As if some big cat was lying in wait with bated breath for them to slip up, ready to pounce.

Whiro shared his sense, glancing around wildly as he split his focus on the man and their jungle-like surroundings.

With a wild smirk, Whiro grabbed hold of the man's ankle and dragged him back, tossing him upwards and summoning his shadows, sharpened and ready.

"Say cheese, fucker~"

Jongho resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the joke, but barely had the time to mock Whiro when suddenly pain exploded in their chest and they were staring at the sky. He wheezed and coughed before his eyes widened as a row of serrated rocks swung down at them. Whiro made a shield of shadows and pushed back on their aggressor, rolling to his feet, crouched as he looked through his hair at the man that stood before him.

The man was about their height, a huge paddle-shaped weapon in his hand as he stared them down. Two shimmering silver jewels adorned his cheek along with the piercing threaded through his eyebrow.

“Oh, it’s not the wolf girl this time. You smell like you’ll give us a good fight, though.” He shifted his stance and Whiro smiled from ear to ear.

“That so? Stand right there and I’ll be happy to show you more, then.”

They held each other’s gaze for a pregnant pause before a thick shadow blade aimed at his neck was tossed. A rainbow-shrouded arrow struck the blade and Whiro scoffed, glancing about.

“There are seven of them this time, Jaebeom. Be careful. I am familiar with this entity. I don’t know how they managed to get someone from my homeland on their side, least of all this one, but he won’t fight clean.”

Whiro scoffed.

“Says the bitch ass hiding and shooting arrows. You say you’re from our lands, and yet you fight like a coward! Come and face me like your boyfriend here.”

The man in front of him laughed as the voice in the trees went silent for a beat or two. Whiro opened his mouth to mock him again when another arrow came flying in his direction. He caught it and snarled as the light magic exploded in his hand, burning instantly.

“Taunt as much as you’d like, Evil God. It’ll do you no good here.”

The man in front of them-Jaebeom-laughed and hefted up his weapon, a look of pure bloodlust in his eyes.

“I’d say you focus on more than just him if you want to pass.”

-x-

Seonghwa sprinted forward, sweat rolling down his brow. The ground below him began to shake aggressively, nearly knocking him off of his feet.

He could make it. He just needed to find a way out of this closed space, maybe regroup and-

Movement caught his eye and he threw his hand up, grunting as the wall of ice shattered instantly. It was only his reflexes that saved him, dodging by leaning back and just barely missing the impact of a jewel-embedded fist.

Fist? Claws? What even was it?

Dirt kicked up as he regained his balance, albeit a bit clumsily as the ground fractured around him.

"You can do better. Unless it's too hot for you, Snowy?" a voice rumbled.

Seonghwa grit his teeth, looking around.

Weaving in and out of the cave, jumping in and out of the ground, even he was having trouble keeping up with this beast.

He’d managed to land himself in some sort of cavern all on his lonesome, and the entire time, he’d been followed and attacked by some sort of beast moving too fast for him to get a good full look of them.

All he could catch were jewels, scales, and golden eyes.

Given the circumstances, probably a dragon.

Great, just what he needed.

'Stay off of the ground, Park Seonghwa.' He rallied his mind and raised himself upon a platform of ice. From here he would be able to see. Maybe pin down the person attacking him and their methods.

"Oh? Did you want me to come up?"

Seonghwa heard a rumble before the ground just below his ice pillar began to shake.

Ice blue eyes narrowed before widening as his pillar completely shattered. Seonghwa let out a startled shout as he was flung from his perch, falling upside down as a figure burst past him.

Blinking and refocusing, he summoned a smooth slide just before he could hit anything vital, looking up as he watched his ice melt instantly. The last thing he needed was a head injury or accidentally knocking himself out and being a man down on their mission.

With parted lips, he glanced at where his pillar stood, staring in disbelief at what was undoubtedly a volcano left in the beast's wake. Sweat had already begun to run down his brow and the back of his neck, ruby red lips pressed into a line as he took in the magnificent sight.

His eyes trailed up, landing on a shirtless man with scales and jewels adorning different parts of his body. He stared a hole through Seonghwa’s head and tutted.

"Okay. I'm done warming up. I’m Jackson, kid. Welcome to my lair. You won’t be walking out of it."

-x-

“This is the worst place for us to land…”

Mingi kept moving forward, his eyes narrowed as he surveyed his surroundings.

“I can’t direct my blades too well with all of these trees and your wind would be slowed if you tried that, right?”

There had to be a clearing, maybe if he found an open field he could-

“Mingi-”

“Wooyoung, can you just be quiet for a second? I’m trying to find a way to get back to Yunho and the others before we encounter whatever it is we have in these trees.”

Wooyoung flinched and frowned, lips pressed together. He felt his heart squeeze as he stared at Mingi’s back. He wrung his hands he moved to stand in front of Mingi.

“Mingi, can we talk?”

“If it’s anything other than us getting out of here, no.”

Wooyoung clenched his fists and moved to block Mingi when he tried to move past him. The taller man inhaled deeply through his nose and looked down at him.

“We have to work together….I…I know things haven’t been the greatest between us, but this is our chance to-”

“To what? Fix centuries of this chaos? All because we found this kid in a shell that looks like our Hongjoong? All of you are so star-struck by this man that just looks like our Hongjoong that none of you have even cared that he’s not.”

Wooyoung felt like he’d been slapped, eyes wide as he felt Mingi brush against his shoulder as he pushed past him. He watched him go out of the corner of his eye and grit his teeth, storming to him and pushing him just hard enough to make him stumble.

Mingi caught himself, but didn’t turn around. Wooyoung could tell he was angry though, if the tension in his shoulders was anything to go by.

“Why are you even here, then? If you’ve given up on our captain, on our lover, why are you here?”

Mingi turned to face him, and Wooyoung didn’t back down at the pure rage calmly swirling in his eyes.

“You want to talk about giving up on lovers? What about you? Hm? Head up San’s ass this whole time, the rest of us are just afterthoughts, aren’t we? Hm? What about me? What about all the times Seonghwa and I were at each other’s throats? Hm? Where’s the same energy for the rest of us then? That’s right, you only care about each other, and only occasionally, do the rest of us get a fraction of the attention or love! And that’s especially rich coming from you- ”

“Hey uh, so as much as I love soap operas, you two are here for a fight, right?”

The two of them snapped their heads around and immediately caught a thick tail to both of their midsections, knocking the wind out of them as a giant serpent came slithering out of the woods.

“Ah, shit, new crowd, right. Hey, yo, I’m BamBam and if the two of you are gonna keep bickering I can happily send you both out of the trial grounds.” the serpent turned into a skinny man with silver hair, his hands behind his head as he whistled.

“Okay then, try and keep it together, okay? It’ll look bad if you both get your asses kicked in a handicap match, right?”

Mingi grit his teeth, the wind violently rustling the trees, blades of it occasionally slicing into the ground.

“I don’t need his help to beat your ass.” He growled, hair bleeding to red. Wooyoung sent him a glare and looked back, his hair going blonde as the backward crescent appeared on his forehead.

“Funny, I was just gonna say that myself.”

Bambam hummed, a large horn protruding from his forehead as he watched the men.

‘So they’re still gonna fight me two on one and insist on not working together? Interesting.’ He thought, colored energy swirling around his hands as he prepared himself.

“Well, then. Lemme see what you got.”

-x-

Siyeon pressed her lips into a tight line, watching the screen, ignoring the chatter from the three behind her.

Her cards had begun calling to her the moment they started and she spread them slowly along the table in the shape of a crescent, mumbling something under her breath.

-x-

Mark sat on an outward-facing rock, watching as a man carefully walked through the cave he resided in. He hummed and inhaled deeply.

The air smelled of blood.

“Ah. So I need to fight.”

He stood, a rock falling from his perch and alerting the man below of his presence.

San snapped his head upwards, eyes narrowed in his direction.

“I know you’re there.”

Mark jumped down and landed with enough force to leave a small crater in his wake. He stood and tilted his head at him, sniffing once more.

San opened his mouth to ask him where the paper was when he was suddenly charged. San pulled a knife and swung without hesitation, aiming for the jugular. Mark caught his wrist and tugged forward.

“Something is weighing on your mind. You reek of guilt.”

San scowled and shoved him back, eyes dark.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“If you confess your crimes, I’ll go easy on you.” he offered. San glared at him before his lips quirked.

“I’m a pirate. I’m guilty of a lot of crimes. You wanna sit down for tea while we’re at it?” He tutted. Mark laughed and stood to his full height as large ox appeared at his side. He leaned on the beast and sighed.

“I see. Well, I have no interest in anyone who doesn’t want to confess. So I’ll give you what you came here for. A fight.”

San cut into his palm and summoned a larger blade, eyes mismatched and gleaming as runes slowly stretched down his face.

“Finally.”

-x-

Yeosang held his hands over his ears, stumbling as the sound was nearly too much for him and his sensitive ears. He looked around before he saw a familiar figure.

“Y-Yunho!”

Yunho froze and looked behind him, eyes lighting up as he noticed Yeosang. He could barely hear him over the persistent howling, but he closed the distance, smiling down at the smaller immortal.

“I’m glad you’re okay!” He shouted.

“You too! Ugh, I can’t formulate a single thought like this!” Yeosang shouted before he realized the howling wasn’t as loud. He blinked and hesitantly removed his hands, looking about before he sighed and relaxed.

“Finally…what the hell was that?” He hissed, rubbing his snowy ears. Yunho looked around, lips pursed.

“This entire field is a trial field, right? It might be the next person that has the piece we’re looking for.”

Yeosang looked at him in surprise.

“You found someone?”

“Yeah. His name was Youngjae. He just…touched my face and decided I was worthy and gave me the piece.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

Yeosang looked at him curiously before he saw the glimmering piece Yunho had acquired. His lips parted.

“I guess it is legit, the announcement did say the piece was acquired…I guess it’s just…it’s weird, isn’t it? Siyeon made it seem like it would be really difficult with all the rules she told us before this, but if Youngjae just gave it to you, maybe we’re wrong? Maybe they all just need to…assess our…um..hearts?”

Yunho pursed his lips before looking around, a sense of danger creeping up the back of his and Geb’s neck.

“I feel…if we were being judged, we’d be judged more directly, like the last person, no?” Geb quietly butted in, using Yunho’s voice to convey the same to Yeosang as well. White ears flickered.

“Did…the howling stop, by the way?” He looked around, his fur bristling.

Yunho caught a blur of white to his left, throwing his arm up and shouting in surprise as fangs sunk into his forearm.

A large, white wolf locked its jaws, not being shaken easily as Yunho tossed his arm to the left. He snarled, the fangs digging in deeper and dragging. Yeosang felt pain erupt from his tail moments later before he could do anything to help Yunho.

With a loud yip of pain, Yeosang grit his teeth and set the area around them on fire, scaring the wolves into unlatching their claws and jumping out. They stared at them from outside of the ring of fire, circling them.

Yunho covered his wound in vines, tightening to keep the bleeding to a minimum. The wolves made no moves to come closer, but their heads picked up the smallest hint of voice carried in the wind.

‘Play with them a bit more. Come back.’

The wolves immediately retreated, rushing off into the woods. Yunho frowned as they went, confused by the sudden retreat, but Yeosang glanced around, lowering his flames a bit.

“Someone is playing with us. Controlling the wolves.” He muttered. Yunho’s lips pressed into his line, and as soon as he opened his mouth to ask if he knew which direction they were coming from, the howling began once more.

Near deafening, ear-splitting, and surrounding them from all sides.

Yeosang cried out and covered his ears while Yunho grit his teeth, grabbing his hand and rushing forward. They needed to get somewhere higher up.

Golden eyes watched them run through the woods, a whip dragging along the ground as they followed, undetected, with long strides.

“Oh, they’re running. Let’s see for how long.”

-x-

Bambam tilted his head to the left, whistling as a steel ball whizzed past his face, embedding itself into the tree beside his head. He glanced at it before humming and plucking it out of the tree.

“You two should work together. I normally don’t have such an easy time fighting two-on-ones, especially when those three come. This should be easy for you, right?” he tossed it up and down in his clawed hand a few times before reeling back and throwing it full force back where it came.

Mingi and Wooyoung were still bickering, their arguing with one another drowning out BamBam’s warning as the ball came hurtling back towards them. Mingi’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to warn Wooyoung to move when it nailed the smaller immortal right in the abdomen, knocking him to the ground. He stared down at him, eyes wide as Wooyoung coughed up blood and rolled over, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the ground beside him.

Bambam cringed, listening and waiting to hear whether or not Wooyoung had been eliminated from the blow. When he heard no such omnipotent voice declare as such, he sighed, daffodil yellow magic crackling around his hands as he made his way closer.

“Yikes. Sorry bout that. Here, I’ll just finish the job up, okay?”

Mingi let out a frustrated huff of air, standing in front of Wooyoung and glaring daggers at Bambam, the wind picking up enough to uproot trees.

Bambam didn’t slow his strides.

In fact, they got even faster, breaking out into a run as he sped towards Mingi, the yellow magic forming a large serpent of energy behind him. Both he and the serpent attached to him began to attack, swinging wildly as Mingi tossed blade after blade of wind at them both to keep them separated.

“Wooyoung if you could get up that would be great!” He snapped, putting a bubble of wind magic over Wooyoung as soon as the serpent tried to slam its tail down onto him. Wooyoung looked up through his bangs, eyes dark with anger as blood and bile stained his chin. He wiped his mouth hard and stood to his feet, glaring daggers at Mingi.

“You let it hit me, didn’t you?”

Mingi didn’t turn around.

“I tried to warn you, he threw it too fast. Maybe think a bit before you try throwing random shit.”

His fists clenched.

They were all stressed. They were all hurting. But they were here to try. Right? That’s why they were here?

Wooyoung inhaled deeply as Bambam split his barrage between both Mingi and him.

Mingi growled and got close enough to Bambam to try and distract him from the secondary barrage from the large serpent. His capoeira wasn’t as good or clean as Yunho’s but he could hold his own. He knew he could.

Wooyoung darted to and from, but the pain from the iron ball slowed his normally swift movements considerably. Anger and hurt overrode every part of his mind as the serpent sliced into his side with its horn, knocking him aside like he was a doll with a flick of its tail.

The banshee saw red. Static crackled in his head, buzzing about like an angry hornet’s nest, his own breathing ragged and harsh.

Wooyoung inhaled.

Then he screamed.

-x-

“Participant Mingi has been eliminated.”

Seonghwa’s eyes widened as he looked towards the sky.

“Mingi-” He couldn’t vocalize his surprise before tossing himself to the left, dodging the punch Jackson threw his way. With a growl he summoned his falcata and drew his second one, eyes narrowed dangerously at the man before him.

“Uh oh…that’s one. You’ve only got three more down before you lose, snow boy. You wanna be second? I can make it real quick, just sit still.”

Seonghwa snarled and rose his blades, ignoring the way the heat began to melt his ice one. He simply reinforced it with more layers of ice.

“You’re awfully cocky for someone who’s barely put a scratch on me.”

“Barely, yes. But I’ve landed hits. And you’re losing your cool. Haven’t I already won?” He winked and dashed forward, claws extended.

Seonghwa grit his teeth and blocked the blows, trying to land some of his own.

He was…embarrassed to admit, he hadn’t actually gotten a single blow on Jackson started. He had indeed lost his head in the sweltering heat and frustration of the cavern, and the man’s mocking had done nothing but make him angrier.

The ex prince hated to say, but he’d lost his touch considerably. They hadn’t been engaged in any combat or tactical situations in the centuries between now and when they’d lost Hongjoong. Aside from a few easy-to-handle skirmishes between human pirates that were easily dispatched by any given demonic member of the crew, Seonghwa hadn’t had to draw his falcatas against another being in centuries, let alone set up a quick tactical plan on the fly.

Something that came so easily to him in the past eluded him in the present.

Just as his control on the situation with his crew had.

The brief thought made his steps falter and Jackson lunged, throwing his body forward with a spin, a thick, gem-encrusted dragon tail slamming into Seonghwa’s back and sending him reeling as he dropped his weapons. Rolling along the dirt, rocks, and riches on the ground.

He came to a stop and wheezed. Something had definitely popped from the blow, but he couldn’t tell if anything was broken or not.

The prince looked at his hand, lifting a finger. From his boots, he wiggled his toes.

Okay, his spinal cord was fine enough. He could still move.

Jackson rolled his neck and kicked the falcata that hadn’t melted over to Seonghwa, grinning from ear to ear at the scowl the ex prince leveled him with.

“C’mon, snowy. I’m still waiting for you to land those hits on me.”

-x-

San stumbled and grit his teeth as he pulled blood from his own wounds off of his face. He’d cracked his head against a rock after being tossed up by Mark’s ox, but he could still move.

He’d be lying if he said the pain hadn’t made his vision doubled and unfocused, though. Mark was relentless, riding on the back of the ox as if it were a horse, a deep crimson glow to him every time he charged.

San had begun bleeding heavily, but he could see the paper just out of reach, towards the deepest point of the cave. If he could grab it, even if Mark incapacitated him, it should count.

Sealing up some of his wounds with crystallized blood, San made a run for it. He could get there, close the gap.

Mark watched him before sighing.

“Stubborn.”

The ox took off, eyes filled with rage.

“You’re running instead of fighting. Is that why you smell of guilt?” he inquired, thighs tightening as his ox lowered its head, horns aimed at San.

“You don’t know a thing about me!” San snarled, turning around despite his best judgment. Mark’s eyes narrowed, blood splattering on his face moment’s later as his ox’s horn went straight through San’s chest. The man’s eyes widened, blood coating the horn as he brought his hands up to try and wretch himself off.

The ox rose its head, sliding San down so he and Mark were eye level.

As his vision faded, Mark lifted San’s chin.

“I know enough. Your scent tells me more than I ever need your mouth to say. But…I do wonder if even you know anything about you and the effect your actions show to those around you.”

-x-

“Participant San has been eliminated”

“What the fuck are they doing?!” Whiro barked, snatching another rainbow arrow out of his chest. He crushed it and took a moment to regroup.

There was hardly a moment’s rest between them, Jinyoung, and Jaebeom, and both Jongho and Whiro had correctly theorized the two were put in this forest setting for a reason.

Jinyoung was the most agile out of the two and that made it easier for him to weave in and out of the thick array of trees to fire his arrows at Whiro. The light cut through his thinner shadows, but Whiro had figured out that they could be stopped with his thicker ones.

The light and darkness canceled out each other.

The problem in that lied in the fact that Whiro and Jongho had a much bigger issue in the form of Jaebeom’s relentless, excitable assault on them. Whiro could match him blow for blow oftentimes and he’d managed to get some good hits on the man…but every time he did, he seemed to get even more powerful, laughing as blood ran down his tattoos, staining some of his warpaint red.

He was getting stronger the more blood was shed, whether it was theirs or his own.

“I don’t know but San and Mingi down meaning we only have two more to go before we’re out. I think…I think the one in the woods has the page. fragment We’ve only seen glances of him and he’s the fastest, so I think we should refocus on him.”

Whiro tutted before he drug his foot along the ground, listening to Jaebeom’s quickly approaching heavy footsteps.

Just past that, past his gruff excited declaration that he’d found them, Whiro could hear it, a rustle in the trees to his left.

“There’s the little motherfucker.” He took off like a shot, launching himself into the trees with his shadows just as Jaebeom swiped at him with a club adorned at the ends with sharp obsidian.

The force of the shadows propelled him forward faster than anticipated, but it was clearly the right move as he hovered over Jinyoung, making eye contact with the startled archer as he flew by.

Jinyoung’s eyes widened as he turned his bow towards him, teeth clenched.

Right on his hip, was a pouch that looked out of place.

Whiro grinned.

“Surprise fucker!” Whiro cheered as his shadows wrapped around the trees around him, slingshotting him directly towards Jinyoung.

-x-

Wooyoung stumbled through the woods, teeth grit as he held his midsection.

The words rattled around his head.

‘Participant Mingi has been eliminated.’

“.....keep moving, Woo. Just find someone, we can do this. As long as no one else falls…as..as long…”He bit his lip before shaking his head. Now wasn’t the time to get emotional.

He finally reached a clearing, sighing as he looked about.

Maybe he could rest here?

His eyes landed on a man painting in the middle and he went still, watching. The man with the paintbrush stopped abruptly a moment after Wooyoung had fully stepped into the clearing. He froze but the man stood, the paint leaving a large wayward line across the tapestry.

The man didn’t seem to care as he stared at Wooyoung.

Even from the great space between them, Wooyoung felt immense pressure fall onto him.

He felt the back of his throat tighten with anxiety as he stepped away, watching as the man was enveloped in a deep midnight blue light.

‘Wooyoung, run!’ He screamed at himself mentally, and despite his hurt state, he bolted.

He just had to find someone. Find someone and move together-

“You won’t escape your judgment here.”

Wooyoung looked abruptly to his left, eyes widening as a massive midnight blue hooved creature ran after him. He screamed, sending blades after it, but they didn’t slow the creature as it uprooted trees and trampled bushes, eyes locked on him.

Wooyoung felt panic explode in his chest.

“H-Help! Yunho?! Yeosang! Seonghwa-AH!” Wooyoung yelped and rolled as the creature matched his paces, swinging its head and knocking him off his feet. He rolled aside, scraping his arms up as he regained his balance, rolling to his feet as he stayed crouched.

He hardly had a chance to raise his voice again when the hulking beast was once again hovering over him, raised up on its hind legs to slam its hooves down.

Wooyoung hissed and a quick shout was all he needed to form a shield, blocking the blow as best he could. It dented immediately but did its job well enough as Wooyoung pushed back, dodging the second attempt at a trample.

Wooyoung rolled to his feet and made a break for the left, just narrowly avoiding being gored by the antlers as the creature swung its head again.

“J-Jongho! Fuck, is really no one around?!” Wooyoung cursed, screaming at the tree beside him was uprooted and tossed, splintering as he sliced into it with his blades. He grit his teeth and summoned himself a sword similar to Seonghwa’s from memory, swinging to try and attack the beast once more.

It threw its head downwards, eyes boring into Wooyoung’s as it growled, pressing down against him. His heels dug into the dirt as it pushed its weight onto him, slowly pushing him back. He glanced behind him, looking to see he was being pushed towards a cliff.

“Your guilt. It is pungent. I smelled it throughout this forest, long before you came to me. Will you confess and accept your punishment?” he growled. Wooyoung narrowed his eyes and pushed back fruitlessly. He wasn’t the strongest of their group and he had already been weakened by the iron ball earlier. If he didn’t do something, the beast would push him off the cliff.

Instead of an answer, he began mumbling under his breath, delicate lines of metal forming around them. Some of which pierced into hide of the large creature.

“W-who are you?!”

“Choi Youngjae. Is this truly the time for you to question that?”

Wooyoung grit his teeth and tried to keep himself focused and muttering, the metal forming on the ground as he was pushed back.

Once he felt some rocks from the cliff behind him he screamed, stabbing the beast from as many angles as he could before he let himself fall down the side, his feet locked onto a snowboard-shaped sheet of metal.

He had no idea what lied beneath him in the woods, but if he could put some distance between-

The sound of stampeding hooves sounded from just behind him.

Wooyoung looked over his shoulder with wide eyes, nearly losing his balance as Youngjae ran down the side of the mountain, a trail of magic that glittered like stars dispersing after every step as he ran vertically down the rocky side, once again closing in on Wooyoung.

The ex navigator opened his mouth to scream and create something, anything to block the two of them from each other, but all that came out was a surprised ‘hurk’ as Youngjae lunged, head bent, and impaled Wooyoung as he charged.

The two of them fell off the cliff, with Wooyoung reaching up towards the sky, the pain creeping into every fiber of his being.

“S..an…help…Hong…j-”

Youngjae narrowed his eyes as they plummeted to the ground, Wooyoung’s body first.

-x-

‘Participant Wooyoung is eliminated. Participant Youngjae has retired willingly.’

“Oh, that was brutal.” Jeno cringed while Siyeon began staring at the cards before her. She sighed, unable to look at the screen. They wouldn’t win like this. Now a sense of pessimistic dread filled her body.

They were going to have to result in the last resort if these men couldn’t get Hongjoong’s memories back, but it seems they were expecting too much of them.

Idly, she thanked the Sun that it was only February.

They had time

-x-

Seonghwa grit his teeth and tossed his ruined and burned shirt aside, looking towards the sky.

One more. They only had one more.

Fuck.

He shook his head, deciding it was too early to give up on the others.

He’d been able to find where Jackson had hidden the piece, but the man had vamped up the ferocity of his attacks. There were volcanoes all around them as he hampered Seonghwa’s powers.

Not now. He wouldn’t stop fighting. He’d been laying around being less than a leader, less than a lover, for centuries. If this is what he had to do, be burned, spill blood, even have every bone in his body break, he would do it.

He would become a man that would be able to look them in the eyes properly.

All of them.

Seonghwa’s hands began to glow icy blue, his skin freezing over as a musket appeared in his hands. As Jackson merrily soared over him, Seonghwa flipped the weapon with a certain flair, holding the unfamiliar cryo weapon up.

He was gonna walk out of this damn place with that recipe.

-x-

Jinyoung cursed in his native tongue, his fingers wobbling and unsteady as he tried to ready another arrow. Whiro had gotten him good in the surprise attack, nearly dislocating his arm had he not have thrown up light magic to take the brunt of some of the magic. It only worked but so well, though, and he still felt blood trickle down his arm from the shadows that stabbed him right under his armpit.

That asshole aimed for his dominant side, and Jinyoung wasn’t sure if it were intentional or not.

It didn’t matter, his blood being spilled sent Jaebeom into a berserker power frenzy and Whiro was currently preoccupied with that at the moment.

Pushing back the pain in his body, Jinyoung forced his hand back, the arrow stained with his blood as he aimed at Whiro’s back. With a growled-out curse, the arrow multiplied into five more, all pulled back tight before Jinyoung let go, six beams of light flying at the brawling men.

None of them took their job as a practitioner lightly, but Jinyoung felt especially motivated to be a thorn in Whiro’s side.

-x-

Yeosang yipped as he was drug away from Yunho, legs kicking feebly as the whip wrapped around his neck remained firm.

As they stuck together, Yeosang and Yunho found a pattern with their section of the woods. There would be loud, near-deafening howls, almost as if they were right beside them, but it would take several minutes before they would be attacked by the white wolves. Geb had quietly offered them a theory on what was happening after the third time.

“Perhaps they are louder when they are furthest away, and steadily grow softer the closer they get, being inaudible right before the next attack?”

They tested the theory upon the fourth go around, and it seemed to line up with the behavior.

And then he showed up.

The tall man with the whip. The practitioner controlling the wolves, Kim Yugyeom.

“Oh, you figured it out? Hey, that’s pretty good. I’ll just get right to the fun part, then. When they come around, I can’t use my wolves on that girl but you all are different. They’re not afraid of you.”

Neither of them had a chance to inquire who he was talking about before Yugyeom cracked his whip, smiling from ear to ear.

“My piece is on one of my wolves. You can probably grab it if you’re fast enough. Or not, you can always knock me out instead.” He smiled as he cracked the whip.

That’s how Yeosang found himself being drug away. Yugyeom had changed up his tactics, attacking Yunho and himself with his whip while some of his wolves stayed far, howling at a near ear-splitting pitch. The others lunged at the two of them from different angles, ripping at clothes or whatever skin they could get before disappearing back into the forest.

Yunho swung his own whip-like vine at Yugyeom, making the man drop Yeosang and dodge, smiling from ear to ear.

“Yeosang, just stay behind me!” Yunho offered, looking about as Yugyeom disappeared between the thick lining of trees. Yeosang whined, feeling like his ears were going to bleed from the howling. Yunho noticed and gently cupped his hands over his ears, fashioning an ear-muff shaped set of vines around his head, plugging his sensitive kitsune ears.

Yeosang looked up, barely hearing Yunho’s voice as he asked him if he could hear. He shook his head and Yunho nodded, smiling a bit at him as he kissed his head before pointing to his lips, speaking slowly so Yeosang could read them.

“Stay close. Your ears are more sensitive than mine. We can do this.”

Yeosang nodded and stood up, rubbing his bruised neck and summoning two large fireballs in each hand, face determined.

From a tree, Yugyeom watched the exchange, a smile on his face.

“You’re gonna regret that.”

-x-

Uprooted trees lie scattered around the jungle.

Raised volcanoes shake the underground.

The forest…is on fire.

Whiro ignored his vision doubling as he swung at Jaebeom, four arrows sticking out from his back, light magic shocking every nerve in their joined body as Jongho tried to grit through what he could see around them. Jaebeom hardly gave them a moment’s rest, sharp obsidian that ironically matched Jongho and Whiro’s own compass gem now cutting into them upon every hit.

Whiro misstepped and slipped on his own blood, taking a hard diagonal slash from shoulder to hip.

“Fuck!” Pain overrode their senses, Jongho’s voice in their head being reduced to screams as both of them shared the pain. Whiro grit his teeth, looking up as Jaebeom slowly approached him, blood smeared on his face.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-”

Underground, Seonghwa finally managed to reach the end of the cavern, eyes locking onto a pedestal that had a large pearl settled on it. In front of that, a piece of paper.

Ice blue zeroed in and Seonghwa made a break for it, firing off shots at Jackson, who partially shifted so his arms and legs were more draconian than human, crawled along the walls at a speed hard to keep up with. Seonghwa didn’t let up, turning his musket into a javelin and tossing it with an explosion of ice behind it.

With the distraction set, Seonghwa summoned stairs of ice, rushing up towards the pedestal.

Closer, closer, the ex prince didn’t look back.

Higher and higher, he could grab it, he believed in the others, they could do this.

Just..don’t look down, don’t look d-

A tail wrapped around his leg and Seonghwa was snatched back as soon as he threw his hand out to the pedestal. He screamed, eyes flashing as ice-encased Jackson. It was fleeting, however, as the dragon began to plummet, cracking his tail down like a whip and throwing Seonghwa down to the ground with force.

He felt an explosion of pain before a cold sensation washed over him, and he could tell that something broke. Before he could repeat his earlier test to see if he could still move his arms and legs, Seonghwa heard a sound akin to glass shattering. A soft curse left his lips as he looked up, watching his staircase of ice shatter and begin to rain down in his direction. There was a flapping of wings, and he immediately pieced it together that his hold on Jackson didn’t last.

The glass-like ice began to plummet, all caused by a well-placed slam of Jackson’s tail.

Seonghwa felt a tear roll down his cheek as he watched, refusing to close his eyes.

‘The trial has ended, the final participant on the challenger’s team has been eliminated-’

-x-

Siyeon sighed and started moving furniture aside so the men would have room when they were unceremoniously dumped back into this world.

It was over for now. They’d lost.

-x-

‘-Participant Yeosang has been eliminated.’

Yunho stared in horror as Yeosang lay slumped over several feet behind him, Yugyeom’s whip wrapped around his neck. The taller immortal fell to his knees, jaw dropped.

He couldn’t hear Yeosang over the howling. He didn’t even know if Yeosang could hear Yugyeom approaching between the howling and-

Yunho’s eyes widened.

He felt his body get lighter and looked at his hand. It appeared to be fading.

His head snapped up as Yugyeom walked over, gently setting Yeosang down in his lap.

“It was a fun fight. Better luck next time, though. I sure hope this doesn’t get you all too discouraged~”

With that, Yunho felt the world around him blur and melt away, his own eyes rolling back from exhaustion.

-x-

“Oh, dear. How long do you think it’ll take for them to wake up?” Renjun inquired. Siyeon looked down at the seven men scattered on the floor, unimpressed and disappointed as she reached into her bag, pulling out some smelling salts. She cracked the container open and wafted it under each of their noses, eyes emotionless as they one by one jolted awake.

“Fucking shit what the fuck-oh wait.” Whiro felt around his body blinking in surprise as he noticed none of the injuries he or Jongho had received were there. All that was left was a phantom ache and pain from what once was.

Seonghwa sat up slowly, looking at his hands, flexing his fingers a bit before he sighed and ran a hand down his face.

He’d failed.

Wooyoung wheezed and held his chest, the phantom feeling of antlers through his lungs still making it hard for his brain to catch up and understand he wasn’t injured. San and Yeosang were no better, wheezing weakly as they held where they had been injured.

Mingi stayed on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

He…didn’t know what happened. He was fighting and then…he was here.

“Once you all get a hold of yourselves, I’d like you to pull a card.”

All of them looked over at Siyeon, who had sat back down at the table she’d spread her cards over, eyes still masking her emotions as she watched them.

“Mingi failed first, then San, then Wooyoung, then Yeosang. In case you were wondering.”

Mingi sat up finally and pursed his lips. Yunho deflated, gently hugging Yeosang.

“Gods, I’m so sorry, I didn’t…I couldn’t hear-”

Yeosang smiled, patting his hand.

“It's okay…I wasn’t ready for that type of fight…I just need to get stronger. I doubt I’d fare any better without your help. My ears were about to bleed.” He rubbed his ears gently and Yunho frowned, still looking guilty.

San growled and punched the floor, eyes glowing in rage.

“He made a fucking fool out of me.” He grits out.

Mingi looked over at Wooyoung, jaw tense.

Siyeon cleared her throat.

“Pick a card, please.”

“Um…what are these for?” Yeosang asked quietly as he obediently approached the table, his tails tucked. She sent him a kind smile, gently patting his arm.

“You did well. And this is for me. My cards began calling to me while you all were fighting, so I’d like to know why. Please humor me.” She motioned to the table once more and Yeosang nodded, feeling calmer by her gentle tone.

“The cards are magic. They will also have a flower on the top corner, don’t mind that.”

Yeosang reached to the left, grabbing a card and gently setting it down. Siyeon’s eyes immediately looked down.

“Page of Cups…lavender.” She hummed and nodded, writing it down in a notebook she had beside her. Yunho walked up to his side, grabbing a card and flipping it.

“Queen of Cups. Chamomile. I expected as much.”

Yunho tilted his head a bit.

‘If I may, I don’t know much about the meanings behind the cards, but I am well versed in the language of flowers. Lavender…purity, grace, devotion, calmness.’

Yunho looked over at Yeosang, watching the man pace slightly. He looked conflicted, but if the small murmurings were anything to go by, he wasn’t nearly as torn up as the others-Yunho included-seemed to be. Instead, he seemed to be planning for the next time.

‘Yours…humility. Energy in adversity, “may all your dreams be fulfilled.”...that doesn’t seem too bad. Maybe her cards like us all.’

Mingi looked at his card, arching a brow at Siyeon.

“Four of Cups. Yellow Carnations.”

‘Oh…nevermind.’

Yunho wasn’t surprised. He didn’t know what the card meant, but Mingi had been conflicted for a while, so he wouldn’t be the slightest bit surprised if the card reflected that for him.

“Are you going to explain what any of these are?” San inquired, still miffed as he walked up to the table. Siyeon hummed.

“I didn’t say I would read you. I asked you to pick a card. The internet does exist, Mr. Choi.”

“That’s what I told them!”

Jeno covered Jaemin’s mouth.

“Shh.”

“Whatever. I don’t believe in this fate stuff anyway. Here.” He flipped a card and Siyeon looked, unaffected by his crassness.

“Seven of Swords, Snapdragons. I would suggest you open yourself to a bit more beliefs, Mr. Choi. I’d expect an immortal demon to be a bit more open-minded.” Siyeon ignored the way San huffed ever so slightly and moved so Seonghwa could take a card.

“Reverse Chariot. Prince’s Feather.”

She looked at the flower for a beat longer than the others and then looked at Seonghwa, noticing the conflict all over his face. He was hardly paying attention to her. She pressed her lips together and gently reached up, pointing to his heart.

“You’re working hard. I will tell you that. Just…remember no good leader gets by without appreciating those helping them along the way.”

Seonghwa blinked at her before nodding, looking away.

“Got it.”

“Good. I expect you to know by now there is no shame in asking for help and that you’ll need it to get through this.”

“I thought you weren’t giving reads?” San inquired from his spot near a wall. Siyeon tutted, tilting her head.

“I didn’t need the cards to tell me you all need some words of advice. I just watched you all get your asses handed to you for three hours. Besides, some of you really don't want me to give you full reads, I can tell my cards have some things to say that some of you aren’t ready to nut up and hear anyway.” She gently motioned for Seonghwa to move, ignoring the eye roll from San as Wooyoung stood before her. Jongho-now in full control of his body-was beside him, and both of them flipped cards at the same time.

“Wooyoung, Reversed Justice and a purple hyacinth. Jongho, Strength, and gladiolus. I expected as much from you.” She motioned to Jongho. The young man blinked as she wrote in her notebook.

“Is..um, is that all?” Wooyoung inquired. Siyeon nodded, standing up.

“In order for you to challenge them again, you need to just come to me and I can bring the field back up. I do ask that you try to do so after a bit more…training. While I do believe in trial by fire, you all look several different flavors of torn up and I don’t know how that will affect your morale going into the next one.” She stood and cleaned up her cards, closing her notebook and bowing at them.

“You all…did well today. Despite it all, you all did well. Rest up, and I’ll surely be seeing you soon. I just ask that you be mindful of Hongjoong’s memories and try not to let him know of anything supernatural until he starts remembering. The last thing we need is him having an overload. Again.” She glanced at all of them before heading out of the door.

A long, suffocating silence stretched over the group.

“Hey, if you do that again, can you all come back here? I wanna watch you all get your asses beat again.”

Jeno sighed and Renjun pinched the bridge of his nose.

“ Jaemin, please.-”

-February 4th, 1AM-

-276 Days remain-

“I think I know which one of them took it.”

Miyavi hummed as he tuned his guitar. His leg tapped against the ground as Siyeon reported all of the day’s findings.

“That’s…irrelevant to what we’re trying to do. I understand it’s eating you up, but I do want you to know we have to keep ourselves focused in order to aid them. We don’t need to know who did it, who took it. We only need to know how to help my son remember.”

Siyeon bit her lip and Miyavi sent her a sympathetic smile, offering her one of the cookies Melody had made for them when Siyeon arrived on their doorstep. They kept their conversation low, knowing his children had opted to stay the night at home since he was back in Korea for the first time in months.

Though, he was sure at least one had been stirred by the noise.

Nevermind that.

“I recommend you get rid of the notes. I know you mean well but I worry what would happen if someone got a hold of them. And you know exactly who I’m referring to.”

She looked away for a moment before sighing and taking a cookie.

The conversation steered in the direction of future plans, all while someone leaned against the wall just outside.

More than one Ishihara child had been awoken by the sound of Siyeon’s car pulling in.

-8 AM-

“Oh, you look like shit.” Yeonjun whistled, head tilting as Wooyoung showed up to class the next day. He groaned and rubbed his temples, looking at them with an unimpressed look.

“Goodness…You alright there? Did something happen?”

Wooyoung let his head plunk down onto the desk, sighing.

The ride home the night before was agonizing. No one spoke for the longest time, the lights of the city blurring over their faces as Seonghwa drove.

Then, quietly; an “I’m sorry.”

All the eyes in the car turned to Seonghwa as he drove, his gaze locked on the road.

“It doesn’t hold much weight given all that I’ve done…all that I haven’t done…but I’m not going to stop. I’ve been up in my own emotions for centuries and you’ve all suffered because of it…and I’m sorry.” no one spoke as the oldest immortal stopped at a red light, the glow bathing his sharp features in neon crimson.

“I…don’t expect everyone, or anyone to forgive me for what I’ve done. But I will work on being better regardless. My crew needed a captain, my lovers needed togetherness…and I fucked up both times. I will not make the same mistake again.”

Yeosang smiled from the passenger’s side seat and gently reached to hold Seonghwa’s hand, rubbing his knuckles.

“How about we all be better?”

Those words hung in the air, rattled around the car and everyone’s heads as they arrived home and they stayed with Wooyoung now.

“How about we all be better?”

“Helloooo? Earth to Wooyoung??”

Wooyoung jolted and looked up, an embarrassed blush crossing his face as Yeonjun poked him with a pencil.

“Sorry, I just-” Wooyoung stammered a bit before rubbing his neck.

“I have a lot on my mind.”

Yeonjun rolled their eyes and gently offered Wooyoung a snack from their bag.

“Clearly. Do you have any plans for tomorrow? We can go out, take your mind off things.” They sent him a sympathetic look and rubbed his back.

“It’s cold so I don’t suggest we go out to an amusement park or anything like that. I actually have the perfect place.” they hummed, idly drawing shapes in the air with their pencil. Wooyoung felt a small smile come to his face.

“Can…can I invite the others?”

Yeonjun’s lips quirked up.

“Um? Duh. Let’s make this a fun outing.”

-February 5th, 10AM-

-275 Days Remain-

“Wooyoung?” Jongho’s voice was the first to speak up after Wooyoung led them all to the location. Wooyoung nervously looked at his phone.

“Y-Yeah?”

“Are you sure they told you to have us meet them…at a daycare?”

Wooyoung let out a sound akin to a deflating balloon before the door swung open. A woman in a white apron adorned with musical notes stepped out, her eyes as bright as her smile. She had black cherry-colored hair, black and red swirling together as it sat in a neat bun resting at the back of her neck. On her bosom, read the name; ‘Melody’

Hongjoong’s adoptive mom.

“Oh! Hello, come in, come in!” she held the door open and the men quickly shuffled in, looking about the brightly colored lobby as she let out a playful ‘brrr!’ noise after closing the door.

“Yeonjunnie told me you all would be helping out today! Thank you so so much, I’ll get you set up in here.” She ushered them to a side room and began darting about, eagerly chattering to herself about aprons and name tags.

The seven men watched her, for some reason comforted by the presence and vibe the woman gave off.

“Do you also know who we are?” Mingi asked suddenly, his voice a bit guarded, but not hostile. Melody hummed, the plastic wrap on the brand new aprons crinkling.

“I do. But does that matter right now? I’m not here to try and interrogate you or anything or make you feel bad about what happened.” She gently set an apron into each of their hands, all different colors.

“I’ve been taking care of and raising my son for years, and I’d be lying if I said this situation doesn’t scare me. No matter what, it’s always better to believe in someone rather than doubt them all the time, I think. So I believe in you. All of you. But I don’t want our interactions to be limited to you feeling pressured and stressed. You’ve come a long way, and I’m proud of you all for pushing through. For now, though, I ask that you give me a hand here. Kids are a handful, but they really do provide their own form of serotonin, I think. Then again, I’m a mom so that could just be that side of me speaking.” She laughed quietly before she started making name tags.

“Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho. Are these correct?” She held them all up, smiling brightly.

They all nodded, taking their coats off and putting the aprons on. Melody gently added the name tags to each of their aprons and led them into a different room.

There, they saw the familiar backpacks of their new friends, along with their coats and such all neatly put in cubbies. Melody motioned to where they could leave their things and soon they were guided down a hall.

The sound of children playing caught their attention and they peeked in a few rooms along the way.

“Chye, can I have Jisung’s plushie, he’s having a bit of a hard time settling in.” Changkyun knelt down next to a woman they didn’t know. She smiled and passed him the round, sphere-shaped dragon plushie with a sun on its rear and went back to rocking the child named Shotaro in her lap.

“We take care of kids of all ages here, usually until about their fifth or so year, and then they usually don’t wanna do the ‘baby stuff’ anymore. The others are split up but we need a few extra hands in here please.” She gestured into the largest room and as soon as they walked in, the sound spilled out into the hall.

“Tag, you’re it!”

“Where’s my dolly?”

“No, Yeri don’t eat that!”

They all blinked at the sight of Yeonjun darting by, making airplane noises as they held a child in their arms. In the far corner of the room, Chungha sat beside Siyeon, a soft blush on her cheeks as the two gently took turns reading a fairytale to some kids.

Felix was half-buried in an impressively sized ball pit, occasionally dodging a colorful plastic ball being lobbed across the room before he gently scolded the general direction it came from. Moa snickered behind her hand before grabbing another to toss at him from a different side.

Hongjoong at a table with a small girl in a wheelchair, talking to her with nothing but kindness in his eyes as he helped her color in a picture.

Melody noticed the awestruck look on the boys’ faces and laughed quietly.

“Okay, happy melodies! We should say hi to our new friends!”

Her voice was surprisingly loud for someone of her stature, smiling kindly as all the heads snapped over to the men. Soon, there was a thunderous sound of footsteps and they were surrounded by small children, all staring up at them with wonder in their doe eyes.

“Mister, you have nice eyes!” One pointed at Seonghwa, and he smiled softly, bowing.

“Oh? Thank you, sweetheart.”

The small girls in the room gasped and immediately began chattering about princes while the boys eyed Jongho, noticing the dark lines going up his arms as he rolled up his sleeves.

“Woah! He has tattoos! That’s so cool!” They cheered, reaching to touch him.

“Hey, hey. Please remember to ask people's permission before touching them. Some people really don’t like it.” Hongjoong’s voice piped up from the background. He remained seated by the girl in the wheelchair, frowning a bit at the rowdy kids before sending Jongho a soft smile.

The Māori man smiled, biting back the elation he felt.

He hadn’t told this version of Hongjoong about how he had issues with being embraced or touched. Little by little, the man was showing subtle signs of remembering, and it made the warrior excited.

‘Bleh, I can feel how sappy you’re getting’ Whiro complained from inside him. Jongho’s brow twitched ever so slightly.

‘And you bust your ass during that fight to get that piece. You want him back too.’

‘Bold of you to assume it wasn’t just because I like punching people in the face.’

‘Y’know, I can feel you smiling, right?’

Whiro didn’t respond to him, but he could feel the entity shift ever so slightly along his skin before settling, knowing he couldn’t move too much, lest one of the kids see. Jongho bit back the playful roll of his eyes and nodded gratefully to Hongjoong for stepping in.

“Okay, melodies. Let’s introduce ourselves and then we’ll have our friends introduce themselves, okay? When I point, you say your name and one cool thing about yourself, okay?” She smiled and the kids introduced themselves one by one.

They got around to the girl sitting beside Hongjoong and she looked at them before squeezing the red fox plushie in her hands. It had an eye patch over its eye.

“My name..is Jiyeon. And I wanna be a pirate.”

The boys blinked in surprise, noticing the small flag hanging off the back handle of her wheelchair. She hugged her plushie and looked away, hiding her face in Hongjoong’s shoulder.

He smiled and ruffled her hair lightly.

“That’s everyone. Your turns!” Melody motioned to the boys. Seonghwa did a grand sweeping bow, sending a smile to the small children.

“My name is Seonghwa.”

“Seonghwa-hyung, your voice sounds funny!”

Melody frowned and moved to gently correct the child, but Seonghwa merely waved.

“It’s because I’m a foreigner. Please bear with me…Jeongin, right?” he pointed to the small boy and he nodded, laughing cheerfully.

“You remembered!”

Seonghwa nodded and one by one the rest of the boys introduced themselves.

“My name is Yunho! I like flowers a lot, so maybe we can color some pictures later?”

“Hi, I’m Yeosang. I like food a lot, I’ll try to bring some school safe snacks next time, okay?”

“My name is San…um…I like to dance?”

“Hi, I’m Mingi! I’m really good at making things! I hope you don’t mind some craft classes or anything like that!”

“My name is Wooyoung. I’m really good at playing tag, so maybe we can play in the park when it gets warmer, yeah?”

“I’m Jongho.”

The others sent him a small look and he shrugged, a small panicked look on his face.

“I don’t know what else to say!” He hissed.

“Smooth.”

‘What would you say, then, asshole?!’ he snipped mentally. Whiro shrugged internally.

“I don’t fucking know. I’m the god of evil, you think I like kids?”

Jongho felt his eye twitch ever so slightly before the kids dispersed into different groups, some sticking close to the new workers to pick their brains on who they were and where they came from.

Jiyeon went back to doodling her picture, and as he passed, Mingi noticed she and Hongjoong were drawing a pirate ship and he bit his lip, heart-squeezing.

……

“H…hey.”

Hongjoong looked up, blinking in surprise as Mingi stared down at him. Jiyeon looked up as well and Mingi pointed to the ship’s bow, bending slightly.

“Maybe…draw a mermaid there. And carve a Cromer into the side…I think it would look nice.” he told them. Hongjoong was staring into his shirt, eyes zeroed on the crystal opal shimmering underneath his collar. He slowly looked up staring at Mingi, brows furrowed.

He was missing something. He’d seen that before. Seonghwa had a similar mark and stone on his wrist too…Hongjoong felt like he should know more about it, should question it.

Why is it so familiar?

“Ming-”

“That’s just my opinion. You can do what you’d like with your drawing, though.” He bowed and quickly left, biting his lip hard as he relocated to the other side of the room. It wasn’t the best of interactions, but it was a start.

At least he thought so.

Jiyeon watched him go before she began drawing the lines on the ship.

“Hey, Oppa?”

“Yes, Jiji-ya?”

“....Whats a Cromer?”

-x_2 Hours Later_x-

The seven men sat pretzel-style on the floor, watching as Felix, Hongjoong, Yeonjun, Chungha, and Moa danced about, all smiles and laughs. Some of the kids got up and danced with them, a child-like track playing.

With a squint and a tilt of the head, some of them picked up on the familiar voices singing baby shark coming from the speaker. Yuta, Changkyun, Suzuka, Chan.

“Ba-by shark do do do doo do do~”

Seonghwa watched Hongjoong, leaning gently against Jongho with a fond smile on his face while Mingi played patty cake with Jiyeon.

“Hey, Mingi-ssi. Can I call you Oppa too?” Jiyeon inquired. Mingi blinked before nodding.

“Of course. We’re friends.”

She nodded and swung her pinkies with his.

“Thank you for helping me with my ship. It looked really pretty after I put sparkles on it!”

Mingi smiled. His heart clenched ever so slightly. He never got to experience Gracie growing up beside him, but being around all these children immediately made him feel calm, nostalgic, almost.

“I’m glad, Jiyeon.”

“Hey, Oppa? Why don’t you use honorifics?”

Mingi blinked before he laughed a bit shyly. That’s right. That’s something he hadn’t quite gotten used to. Fluent in the language, yes, but he hadn’t had to speak in many countries where honorifics were customary in a while.

“It’s a bit hard to get used to, I’m a foreigner and so are the others. We’re not really used to it yet. Sorry…”

Jiyeon shrugged a shoulder and then smiled, holding her hand up. Mingi blinked in confusion before holding his larger hand up, smiling as Jiyeon placed her palm against his, easily eclipsed by the size of his hand.

“You have rough hands, Oppa. You’d be really good on my pirate ship. Do you wanna join my crew?” She inquired. Mingi felt a pang in his chest, opening his mouth to play along when she gently laced her fingers with his.

“I think…Hongjoong is lonely being on a crew alone with just me. Can you be in our crew?” She asked softly.

Mingi bit his lip.

“Oh, Jiyeon, it’s time for naptime. Do you want Mom to lay you down or do you want to lay with me?” Hongjoong came over to the two and Mingi blinked. He hadn’t even realized the music had faded around his interactions with the girl. Jiyeon pondered for a moment before she pointed at Melody.

“Auntie Melody, please.”

Hongjoong smiled and nodded, going over to his mom to relay the message. Jiyeon watched them before she smiled at Mingi.

“You can think about it, okay? But Hongjoong, Foxy, and I will always be waiting for good members of our crew!” She wiggled her red pirate fox at him as Melody walked over. She gently excused them and wheeled Jiyeon to a mat she had already laid down for her, helping the girl out of her chair so she could lie down under a comfortable fleece blanket.

“She really likes-” Hongjoong turned to Mingi and blinked, finding the tall man had disappeared while he was looking away. He frowned slightly, playing with his hands before he moved to help some of the others tuck in some of the children.

“This…I think I really needed this.”

Hongjoong looked over at Wooyoung, blinking slightly as he finished tucking in Linlin. The girl smiled up at him as he moved away, head tilting.

“Are you having a hard time? I noticed some of you seemed out of it. Can I help?” He inquired, pointing to the far corner of the room so the kids wouldn’t be awakened by the sound of them talking. The other ‘teachers’ moved there as they finished helping the kids settle in, and Hongjoong sat on the wide ledge of the windowsill, patting the spot beside him.

Wooyoung sat beside him, gently letting his head rest on Hongjoong’s shoulder.

The older man blushed slightly before gently adjusting himself so Wooyoung was as comfortable as possible.

“What do you do…when you’re fighting with the people you love?” He inquired. Hongjoong glanced at him out of the corner of his eye before looking about at the people in the room.

His mom had moved to the kitchen area with Felix, talking quietly in English as they set up snacks for the children when they woke up. He could see her crack a joke before Felix laughed behind his hand, hugging her tight and smiling as she handed him his own cheese stick snack.

Yeonjun had opted to stay in the nap time area, watching over the children with a fond look in their eyes, ready to move towards any of them and comfort them if they found sleep to elude them.

Siyeon sat with her back leaned against Chungha’s, reading something quietly as she enjoyed the gentle lo-fi being played for the children. She seemed to not notice, or politely ignore the flustered stiffness in Chungha’s body as she leaned on her.

Moa was a few feet down from them, her knees pulled up against her chest as she and Yunho comically sat at a table, talking amongst themselves.

Wooyoung had begun to nod off slightly with the prolonged silence before Hongjoong sighed.

“I don’t…I don’t know. For as long as I could remember, we’ve never had any major disagreements. It’s always been us against the world, y’know? I think the thought of me fighting the people I love…is terrifying. More than anything in this world, I’m afraid of being forgotten or left behind…so the thought of fighting makes me think they’ll leave me. That’s terrifying.” He looked down at his hands, his birthmark having a few wayward splotches of paint on it.

“But…fighting is in our nature, right? For better or for worse, living beings fight. So if you’re fighting with someone you care about…I think it’s best you start thinking about solutions that are good for you both. How will you resolve this so that all parties are happy…or at the very least, in a way, everyone can heal. There’s no one great answer, but I do think you could try and find a way to solve it if you want things to get better.”

Wooyoung nodded and closed his eyes, laughing softly.

“You always were good at advice.”

Hongjoong felt the urge to furrow his brow at the wording, but for some reason, it didn’t bother him as much as he’d expected it to. It felt…natural. He’d definitely given Wooyoung advice before…right?

Wooyoung moved and gently set his head in Hongjoong’s lap, eyes closing. Hongjoong watched his face for a moment before he exhaled softly through his nose and ran his fingers through Wooyoung’s hair, closing his own eyes and leaning back against the window.

The rest of the nap hour was calm, the dull sound of distant chatter and lo-fi music keeping those who were tired asleep.

-Later, 5PM-

“She didn’t have to pay us…”

San looked down at the envelope in his hands as Yunho hung up his coat inside, greeting Cheese with an eager exclamation of his name.

“Cheese!”

“Friend! You have called Cheese’s name happily so Cheese believes it is time for belly rubs, yes? Can Cheese have belly rubs? Cheese did not receive belly rubs last night and that makes Cheese very sad!”

Yunho laughed and sat on the couch beside Mingi, patting his lap as Cheese dove into it, wiggling about eagerly on his back while both men scratched his belly.

“Sorry, Cheese. Yesterday was a bad night.”

“Cheese understands! Cheese will provide emotional support!”

Yunho smiled and looked at Mingi, noticing the wistful look on his face. He gently nudged him with his shoulder, waiting until Mingi looked in his direction before speaking.

“You okay, Mingi?”

Mingi nodded.

“We..should probably be using honorifics, huh?”

Yunho tilted his head and opened his mouth to inquire why the sudden change when Seonghwa poked his head out of the kitchen.

“We’re making dinner…do you want anything?”

“Just something a bit spicy, please?” San requested, sprawled out on the armchair with Wooyoung curled in his lap like a cat. Jongho was on the floor staring up at the ceiling, but he gave a grunt of approval.

“I can make fruit salad for dessert if you’d like.” Yunho offered, laughing when he heard Yeosang’s eager yipping from in the kitchen. Seonghwa nodded and turned his attention to Mingi.

“....Mingi…?”

“...Kimchi fried rice and whatever meat you’re making. Please.”

He didn’t meet his eyes but Seonghwa took it for what it was, the small “please” making him smile a lot more than he’d ever expected it to.

“Right. Yeosang and I will get to it, then.”

-x_??:??_x-

Joong poked his head out of the silken fur of the dragon’s tail. His eyes scanned the vast ocean they were flying over. No end in sight, on any side of them. He looked down at the cerulean blue and idly wondered what would happen if he fell.

Would he fall forever? Would water fill his lungs?

He was already dead, so what happened after that?

Before he had the chance to ponder it more, the dragon stopped abruptly, sniffing about before snarling.

“There she is. That witch. First, I need her out of the way.”

Joong’s brow furrowed. Who was ‘she?’

Before he had time to rack his brain on it, (he knew better than to make himself known to the entity he was currently clinging onto), the dragon dove into the water like a bullet, somehow swimming at faster speeds than it was while it was flying.

Joong clung to the fur, eyes widening as he waited for the water to surround him.

Instead, the water moved away from the dragon, parting subtly for the massive serpent moved fluidly in the water.

Repelled, but still close. Subjects of a tyrannical ruler.

Joong blinked.

Where the fuck did that thought come from?

As the dragon dove into the abyss of the ocean, Joong felt his lips press together.

This was oddly familiar. This feeling of sinking into the ocean. With a deep exhale, Joong tucked himself back into the silk and closed his eyes as the dragon led them further down into pitch blackness.

He knew better than to stare too deep into the abyss. He was being brought right to it, anyway.

Whatever problems came from that, he’d figure it out when he got there.

Maybe.

-xxx-

"Keep your voice down, Hyung."

A moan rattled around in his head and it takes a moment for Hongjoong to realize it's his own. He covered his mouth, whimpering behind his palm as a brunette head disappeared between his legs.

"M-mmph!" He arched, or attempted to, had a strong arm not have locked around his body.

"We'll be caught if you continue, mon putois. Should I find a way to muffle you?"

Hongjoong whimpered in response, one hand tugging at the head between his legs while the other lightly clawed at the arms around him, knees shaky.

"I'm trying b-but Yeosang…" he trailed off, gasping as the lips around him tightened, Yeosang’s greenish-grey eyes twinkling in delight.

"My~ does it feel good, mon putois?"

Hongjoong shuddered, feeling cold fingers toy with his nipples, tugging at the piercings.

"S...seong…" he gasped and arched as Seonghwa’s lips ran down to his neck, his cock pressed against Hongjoong’s thigh.

"That's it. Moan for me. For us."

Hongjoong closed his eyes, shuddering as he felt hands and lips on him. All over his body, kissing, biting, caressing, scratching.

Seonghwa kept his palm over his eyes, purring sweet nothings into his ear. Yeosang’s head bobbed eagerly between his legs, and at one point, he pulled off.

Then he felt more than one tongue rolling up and down his cock.

"Ah, couldn't hold back, Wooyoung, Jongho? Hm? Well, make sure to share him well."

Hongjoong felt like he was melting, feeling the three of them share his cock while long, skilled fingers worked him open.

A head on his shoulder and a small breathy hum told him it was Yunho. Hongjoong wanted to tell Seonghwa to move his hand, let him see. Let him touch.

All that left his mouth were soft, steadily increasing moans and cries for more.

He felt like he was floating, yet grounded.

At some point, he found himself reaching, wanting more. That's how San ended up in his mouth, growling praise to him as he rocked his hips back and forth.

"Right where I belong, Hyung. Down your pretty throat." He purred, and Hongjoong assumed that was him pulling his hair, holding him down gently, just enjoying the warmth of his mouth.

Hongjoong whimpered. He can't hold on like this. Not with so many hands on him. So many voices in his head.

San pulled away and it took everything in him not to whimper and ask him to come back.

He didn't have time to before he was maneuvered around and placed on his back, eyes still covered as he felt someone finally sink into him, holding his hips.

"Oh my god-"

The grip on his hips was tight, holding him still as he was rocked into, a chorus of different, yet familiar voices flooding his mind.

"I c-can't- I can't hold on-"

A hand wrapped around his throat, firm, yet not enough to make him panic. Seonghwa’s hand moved from his eyes and Hongjoong looked up, eyes bleary and unfocused.

Mingi stared back at him, holding both his gaze and throat as he came inside of him, never breaking eye contact as Hongjoong shuddered and came soon after, overwhelmed and feeling small under the heated gaze.

-💋-

Hongjoong jolted up, eyes wide and T-shirt stuck to his abdomen from a thin layer of sweat. It took him a moment to gather his thoughts before he looked down, groaning in disapproval as he saw both the telltale wet spot in the front of his boxers and the morning wood that had yet to go down even though he came from his dream.

Which, by the way-

"What the fuck ." Hongjoong groaned, pulling his own hair before he stopped himself, thinking of Dream San doing the same.

"Fucking hell, Hongjoong." Hongjoong jumped up, hissing in pain and praying to several deities that no one would notice as he made a mad dash to the bathroom.

He could see all of it so clearly. Feel it as if it were real. The large hand around his throat squeezing, the deep brown eyes that bore into his being.

He'd seen them before. Those eyes.

Hongjoong closed his own, the water making his bangs stick to his face as he tried to steady himself.

When he opened his eyes, he looked up, finding those eyes staring back at him.

Kinder, softer. Like they needed him.

'I love you.'

Hongjoong reached out, blinking and startling, his hand extended out to nothing. He straightened up and shook his head, caught off guard and flustered as his fingers touched the cool glass of his mirror.

No. No, that never happened.

He could feel the phantom feeling of a hand back against his throat, his eyes downcast as he bit his lip.

Though the feeling of those hands-on him in his dream made him feel like he was...wanted, desired, needed, he knew better. He turned the water colder and let his body calm down as he stood under the spray.

When he came out, Yeonjun blinked at him, tilting their head as they looked at the clock in the hall.

"Why were you up so early? Oh, you're shivering!"

Hongjoong smiled wryly.

"I'm okay, Jun. Just had a weird dream."

Right.

It was just that. Only a dream.

Yeonjun tilted their head before pulling him into a hug.

“You’re an awful liar. It's okay to not be okay. C’mon. We’re gonna go out to a museum with the others later. Get dressed and we’ll put a smile back on that cute face, yeah?” they squished Hongjoong’s cheeks and smiled, their head tilting.

Hongjoong smiled and nodded.

“Yeah…Yeah, that sounds really fun, actually.”

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hotpinkhoshi · 4 years ago

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kiss it better | five

pairing: mark tuan x reader

genre: angst, eventual smut, brother’s best friend au (sort of)

warnings: tw for death, death of a parent, reference to drug addiction

word count: 4.5k

summary: you were off limits for more reasons than mark could count. but everything changed for him the day you walked into his tattoo shop with those big innocent eyes and a laugh like his favorite song. he couldn’t. he wouldn’t. and yet…

a/n: hi babies thank you for your patience, i know it’s been many many months since i’ve updated! the last time i posted for kib was all the way back in may, which is crazy, i know. but life has been weird and it’s been difficult for me to find the motivation to write. it’s slowly coming back for me and i’m so glad you guys have stuck around with me even if i haven’t been consistent. i’m more grateful than you know!

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“She did what?” Dahyun asked, her bite of gimbap nearly falling right out of her mouth.

Youngjae threw his head back and broke into laughter entirely at Mark’s expense.

Mark ran his tongue over his teeth and refused to look up at his friends, focusing awfully hard on the sketch he’d been working on in between appointments. He quickly realized that they had absolutely no sympathy for him.

“Yeah.”

It had been two weeks already since that night, and Mark was just now feeling comfortable enough to spill what had happened after he took you home. He liked to take his own time to process his thoughts before he revealed them to others, and quite frankly, he hadn’t even wanted to tell anyone. But he was starting to think maybe he needed an outside perspective.

“She has guts,” Youngjae said, after finally pulling himself upright in his chair. “Was it good?”

“Dude,” Mark warned, far from amused.

Dahyun cut in. “It’s a good enough question. From what I’ve seen, you guys have some intense sexual tension. If the kiss was hot, maybe it’s worth exploring.”

“We don’t have sexual tension,” Mark defended.

Youngjae snorted.

“Sure. But, let’s say if you did, and the kiss was good…” Dahyun trailed off, wiggling her eyebrows.

Groaning, Mark tapped the end of his pencil against the desk. He glanced up at the wall, his eyes naturally drawn to the photo of your shoulder, of the tattoo he’d designed and permanently inked onto your skin. It wasn’t the only photo he had pinned up of his previous work, but it was the one he looked at the most.

“She’s a kid,” he said, little to no conviction in his voice.

But you weren’t a kid. Mark knew in every way, you were an adult. Even mentally, emotionally, you seemed more mature than he felt most days. Packing up your belongings because you refused to live a life you weren’t satisfied with? He couldn’t imagine anything more grown up than that.

“Mark,” Youngjae’s tone was firm, serious this time. “It’s not the worst thing in the world if you have chemistry with someone. I know it may not be the most convenient girl for you, but… you’ve been by yourself for a long time. You can’t tell me you aren’t lonely.”

He hadn’t thought he was lonely until you came into his life. He had been fine, so fine, living on his own. Waking up alone, eating dinner alone, focusing on his work and living one day to the next.

But now, he looked forward to the sound of your keys in the door when you got home from your evening shift. He bought your favorite brand of orange juice instead of his. He didn’t mind watching outlandish and obviously fake reality shows if it meant that he got to hear your commentary along with it. More than anything, he’d gotten used to the way you made him feel. In the simplest of terms, he was happy.

“It doesn’t matter,” Mark said. “I already fucked it up.”

Dahyun narrowed her eyes. “What did you do?”

He rubbed some of the tension out of his forehead, relaying the conversation he’d had with Taehyung that night to his friends. The exchange wasn’t longer than a few minutes, but it was long enough for Mark to potentially ruin everything you’d built for yourself in the last couple of months.

“I didn’t tell him everything - I couldn’t do that. But I told him I’d seen her in the city, that I thought maybe she worked in one of the restaurants near the shop…” A knot of guilt coiled in his stomach. “Fuck.”

He’d just wanted to do the right thing. You were young, you couldn’t see that your parents cared about you. Taehyung cared about you. They deserved to know where you were, especially after everything they had done for him. He could at least point them in the right direction.

“Well, shit,” Youngjae offered, a sympathetic frown on his face.

“I fucked her over, and I haven’t been able to look her in the eye since. We’ve just avoided each other for the last two weeks and I-” Mark heaved a breath, leaning back in his chair. “I hate it.”

He missed you. Even if he couldn’t say it out loud.

“I have an idea,” Dahyun said, her whole body perking up. “Don’t look at me like that, sometimes I have good ideas. Why don’t you invite her along for Yugyeom’s camping trip?”

“You mean the couple thing?”

Dahyun sighed. “It’s not a couple thing. It’s just… everyone there is part of a couple. Anyway, it might be a good way to make things less awkward.”

Mark blinked a few times, waiting for Dahyun to say ‘just kidding’ because it was an absolutely ridiculous idea. “What? How would that make things any less awkward?”

She shrugged. “I mean, it’s a great opportunity to break the tension. If you know what I mean.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Mark scowled.

You spent your entire shift thinking about Mark. Thinking about how you had completely messed up your relationship, and trying to figure out how to fix it all. It had been a stupid, drunken mistake, and you would take it back in a heartbeat if you could.

The past two weeks had been torture, tiptoeing around and trying your hardest to avoid him. You’d picked up extra shifts almost every day, figuring that if you were working, at least you didn’t have to pretend like everything was normal.

All you wanted was to come home, curl up on the couch with Milo and watch your favorite ridiculous TV shows while Mark snickered next to you, entertained by the disgustingly wealthy families on the screen no matter how much he pretended to hate it. You wanted to be able to lean into him, feel the body heat radiating off of him when his shoulder brushed yours.

You missed Mark. Even if you couldn’t say it out loud.

After much debating, you decided that the best way to apologize started with food. And you owed him, anyway, after he opened his home to you and let you stay there free of charge. A dinner was the least you could do.

You could tell once you walked into Paradise Tattoo just before closing time that Mark hadn’t been expecting you in the slightest. He was at the desk, going over papers with Dahyun, when the bell dinged to signal your entrance.

In his ripped jeans and muscle tee, all of his tattoos were on display for you, even the large quote he had inked onto his ribcage. You gulped and shoved your feelings down. That would only make things worse.

“Hi,” you said, greeting both Mark and Dahyun.

“Hey.” Mark scratched his head and straightened his posture. “What are you doing here?”

“Well,” you started, wringing your hands in front of you. “I wanted to see if you wanted to get dinner? On me. I owe you, anyway.”

Dahyun piped up, a mischievous smirk on her lips, “That’s a great idea. Mark was just talking about how hungry he was.

Mark cleared his throat and shot his co-worker what looked suspiciously like a glare. “No, I’m fine. You really don’t have to-”

“Come on,” you said, hiding a smile. “How about burgers? There’s a good place around the corner. It won’t kill you to let me pay, will it?”

You could see Mark weigh his options as he chewed his lip. Either end up hungry, settling for some quick frozen food later on, or bite the bullet and let you pay for his dinner. You knew it would hurt his pride to do so, but you wouldn’t back down. It was more than just the free room and board that you wanted to make up for.

“Alright,” he finally agreed. “Let me grab my stuff.”

It only took less than ten minutes for you to walk down to the burger place, but it felt like an hour as awkward silence hung around the two of you. It wasn’t until you were both seated at a corner booth inside the restaurant that you finally spoke up.

“Listen, Mark,” you said, looking up from the packet of ketchup you’d been nervously squishing between your fingers. “About that night…”

“No, you don’t-” Mark was quick to interrupt, but you held your hand up.

“Just let me, okay?” You sighed.

You’d rehearsed these words countless times in the bathroom mirror, and right now it felt like they were slipping right out of your fingers. Where were you supposed to start? With the kiss, straight away? Or getting so drunk that you’d needed to be taken care of in the first place?

“I’m just… really sorry. I was stupid to drink that much and it’s not your job to watch after me. I should be able to take care of myself.”

Mark stopped you again. “I didn’t mind taking care of you.”

“But it’s not your job, Mark. I’m an adult, and you’re letting me stay with you and asking for nothing in return. The least I could do is make it easy on you.”

“Y/N, if you could have seen me at your age, you wouldn’t feel so bad. We all get drunk and stupid sometimes,” Mark said with a shrug. It almost relieved some of your guilt until you remembered the kiss in the bathroom.

“Well...” You shook your head and looked back down at your hands. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him for this one. “I really shouldn’t have ki-”

“Hi! My name’s Lana, I’ll be your server tonight. Can I get you two something to drink while you look over the menus?”

A cheerful brunette appeared in front of you, a pen behind her ear and a wide grin plastered on her face. You glanced at Mark, then up at your waitress, not sure if you were grateful for the interruption or not.

“Um, can I just have a water?” you asked, voice small and uncomfortable in your throat.

“Same for me,” Mark agreed.

“Perfect! Let me know if you have any questions about the menu!”

You let out a long breath before you were able to look at Mark again. He was biting his cheek, his lips all twisted and holding back a laugh.

“What?” you asked.

“Her timing,” Mark got out, just as he let go of his laughter, throwing his head back.

To your own surprise, you found yourself shaking with laughter as well. Either from Mark’s contagious laugh giggle or the simple ridiculousness of the situation. Here you were, in a burger restaurant, apologizing to your older brother’s best friend for kissing him while you were heavily intoxicated.

You covered your face with your hands to suppress your own laughter, letting your back slump against the cushions of the booth. It all came to you then, just how silly you’d been the last two weeks.

“I am sorry, though,” you said, after you both settled down.

Mark’s eyes glinted as he watched you from across the table, the ghost of a smile still on his lips. “It’s alright. I mean it. Last time I was that drunk, I’m pretty sure I ran around the block in my underwear singing the Canadian national anthem.”

You giggled again at the mental image. “What? How did you even-”

“No idea. It’s like I was possessed by a drunk Canadian mischief demon.”

It was strange to imagine Mark and Taehyung in their teen years, since you’d been so young at the time, you could barely remember anything from that time of your life. You remembered Taehyung wearing the same pair of purple skinny jeans for three months because a girl at school had told him she liked them.

You remembered Taehyung letting you sit in the basement in your favorite cushioned chair while he and Mark played video games on the big screen. It had been your favorite place to read then, tuning out the rambunctious cries of defeat while you got lost in other worlds.

“So we’re okay, then?” you asked, after Lana had come back to take your order and left once more.

Mark nodded, a genuine smile on his lips. “We’re okay.”

“Maybe it’s weird, but…” you began, staring down at the wrapped silverware on the table instead of looking Mark in the eye. “Even though I grew up seeing you as Taehyung’s friend, that feels like a lifetime ago. And now I just kind of see you as… my friend. Like somebody I can trust.”

When you finally looked up at Mark, his expression was unreadable. His bottom lip was between his teeth, but his eyes looked somewhat uncomfortable. You worried for a second that you’d crossed a line.

“I owe a lot to your family,” Mark said after another long moment passed.

Even though you didn’t remember much about Mark from your childhood years, you knew his upbringing had been rough. His parents had been addicts, the kind that never should’ve been together, let alone bring a child into the world.

You’d never met his mom, but your own mother had made enough snide comments about her after Mark had gone home for you to understand just what kind of person she was.

“One of those low life, worthless drug addicts. Sleeping around with anyone that can help her out, if you know what I mean. Never should’ve been a mother.”

She had a funny way of showing her compassion sometimes.

Taehyung brought him over once after school and your mother had gotten one look at his threadbare clothes and hollow cheeks and taken him in as her new project. At first, he ate dinner with your family almost every night, and then she started making Taehyung pass over his any extra clothes he’d gotten that didn’t fit properly or that he simply didn’t like.

Mark did owe a lot to your family.

You didn’t know what to say. You’d been so young there was no way you could take credit for anything your parents had done for Mark, but still, you itched to comfort him. Even now, with the unsaid words lingering in the air, you sensed that he had never been able to fully open up to anybody. Though you didn’t deserve it, you wanted to be the first.

“Your mom,” you found yourself saying. “Is she…?”

Mark shook his head. “She’s gone. Passed away a couple years ago.”

Your face fell. If anything, you had expected her to have taken off for good or maybe gotten into some trouble she couldn’t get herself out of, but you hadn’t expected her to be gone.

“Oh, god, Mark. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

To your surprise, he only lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “I hadn’t seen her in a long time before that. Maybe two, three years. Then my aunt showed up on my doorstep with a box of her things and told me she OD’d in a gas station parking lot a week before.”

His voice wavered only slightly, but enough to tell you he cared more than he let on. You could only imagine how painful it would be to hear of your own mother’s passing a week after the fact.

“I’m sorry,” you said again.

Mark shook his head. “Don’t be. It’s weird,” he said, tongue running over his lower lip as he paused. “I’d stopped seeing her as my mother so long ago that… I felt like I’d already mourned her death. Fuck, that sounds bad, doesn’t it?”

“No,” you answered as you reached across the table, fingers laying across the back of Mark’s hand. “It doesn’t. At all.”

A moment passed between the two of you. You caught Mark’s eyes glancing down at your hand resting on his skin, but he made no move to avoid your touch.

“I never even went through her things. The box is just sitting at the back of my bedroom closet collecting dust.”

“Do you want to go through her things?” you asked.

Mark paused, chewing at the inside of his lip before he answered. “I don’t know.”

You nodded, somehow understanding exactly what he meant. Though you hadn’t gone through the same thing, you were familiar with avoiding a potentially painful and uncomfortable situation by simply pretending it didn’t exist. Hence why you had four unopened voicemails from your brother and parents.

You found yourself stroking the back of Mark’s hand with your thumb. It didn’t feel wrong to touch him like this, even though maybe it should have. All you wanted was to bring him a shred of the comfort he had deserved to have for much longer than you’d known him.

“Alrighty, and here we’ve got the bacon cheeseburger and sweet potato fries for the lady,” Lana exclaimed, immediately bursting your bubble as she returned to your table with your food balanced on a tray. You were quick to snatch your hand from Mark’s. “And a BBQ cheddar burger with curly fries for the handsome man.”

You didn’t miss the way Lana winked as she placed Mark’s food in front of him. This girl was not getting a generous tip from you, that was for sure.

“I told you, after that depressing dinner conversation, we need to do something fun,” you told Mark as you carried your skincare basket out from the bathroom into the living room.

“And this is fun for who?”

You threw him a playful glance and plopped down onto the floor in front of the couch on your knees, setting your basket on the cushion and sifting through it.

“Both of us. Just trust me.”

Catching the skeptic look on Mark’s face, you could only grin to yourself as you pulled out a tube of your favorite clay mask. He didn’t know just how relaxing a good face mask could be, but you were willing to show him.

“I’ll even go first,” you told him.

Mark lifted his feet to prop them up on the coffee table as Milo curled up like a tiny ball of cotton on his lap. You’d both changed out of your work clothes into comfy clothes, and you couldn’t help noticing how warm Mark looked in his white joggers and oversized black hoodie. You wouldn’t mind snuggling up into that space between his side and the couch cushion…

You sighed and shook your head, attempting to clear the less-than-platonic thoughts from your mind. If you were going to make this friendship work, you would need to stop thinking about him like that. Immediately.

“Can I ask you something?” Mark said after a beat of silence as you popped open the cap to your mask.

“Hm?” you asked, propping your personal sized makeup mirror on the couch so that you could see yourself while you applied your mask.

“Yugyeom’s family has a yearly pass to this campground, and every year he does this weekend camping trip…” he trailed off for a moment and you forced yourself not to react, instead focusing on applying your charcoal mask to your cheeks. “This year, it somehow ended up as a couple thing, so Dahyun suggested I invited a friend along. So…”

Lifting your eyes from your own reflection, you watched as Mark struggled to finish his thought.

“So…” you said, helping him along. “Are you asking me to come with you?”

Immediately, a neon flashing red alarm screeched in your mind. ‘This is a terrible idea! You must say no!’ it screamed.

“Only if you want to. I mean, it’s a cool place. Their lot is right by this swimming hole and there’s a fire pit, so we normally bring a ton of booze and cook our own food over the fire…”

Mark ran his fingers through his deep red locks of hair, his nerves displayed clearly on his face. You weren’t sure why he was so nervous to ask you, but it came off as incredibly endearing. Despite the warnings blaring in your mind, you found yourself nodding.

“Okay.”

Mark looked at you then, his eyes finally locking on yours, and the corner of his lips lifted in a hopeful smile. “Really?”

You couldn’t help grinning as well. “Yeah. I mean, on one condition…”

“Oh?”

“Mhm,” you replied, holding up the mask tube and popping the cap back open. “You let me put this mask on you.”

“Aish,” Mark said and shook his head. “No way. Not worth it.”

“Oh, come on, you big baby!”

You stood from the floor and climbed onto the couch, crawling to his side and squeezing some of the mask onto your index and middle fingers. “It’s not that bad!”

“Get away from me!” Mark exclaimed with a laugh, dodging your fingers. Milo hopped up onto the arm of the couch, stomping his cute little paws a few times.

“Just let me pamper you, Mark!”

He let out another laugh, louder this time, trying to reach for the mask to steal from your grasp, but he wasn’t fast enough. You giggled, ducking to miss his hands as he grabbed for your wrists.

Somehow, you found yourself straddling him, thighs resting on either side of Mark’s waist.

“Real men wear face masks!” you exclaimed with a shout of victory as you finally managed to smear a good amount of the clay mask across Mark’s left cheek.

“Oh, you little-” he replied, hands reaching for your sides underneath the long sleeved shirt you were wearing. He tickled your sides, a joyful laugh falling from his lips when you started squealing.

Milo yapped a few times from the arm of the chair, presumably because he thought that you were hurting Mark or vice versa, but his protective barks only made you laugh harder.

“Mark! Stop it!”

You gasped for breath, wriggling on top of him and dropping the mask tube, fighting between giggling and trying to swat his hands away.

“It’s what you deserve, you sneak,” he said, his hands still squeezing and tickling your sides, unknowingly drifting further up your shirt to your ribs.

Twisting and turning, you finally managed to grab his wrists and yanked them from under your shirt. You held them firmly in between your bodies, even though he could have easily overpowered you.

Your chest heaved up and down with the last of your giggles. Mark stared up at you, still smiling and out of breath. The air suddenly became thick as you held eye contact, your hands falling from his wrists to his chest.

“Y/N,” Mark whispered.

‘Danger! Danger!’ your mind yelled.

Mark’s hands, now free from your hold, landed on your hips. You felt his thumbs slip under the hem of your shirt, stroking the bare skin of your stomach. Your heart pounded beneath your rib cage at his gentle touch.

“Mark,” you said, intending on telling him to stop, but it quickly died in your throat.

His chin tipped up, making you realize just how close you were to him now. You weren’t sure who had leaned in first, but only a few mere inches separated your lips from his now. If you only bent forward a bit, you could…

It reminded you, all of the sudden, of the kiss in the bathroom. It had been quick, but long enough for you to slide your tongue past his lips. You remembered the shock to your system the moment you had felt the cold metal of a tongue piercing.

“Y/N,” Mark said again. “Tell me to stop.”

His voice was quiet but you felt like you could read between the lines. He didn’t want to stop, and the only way he was going to stop was if you made it clear that you didn’t want this.

But you did. You’d wanted it from the moment he ran his fingers over the tattoo he’d inked onto your skin one of those first nights, a soft ghost of a touch that made goosebumps form on every inch of your skin.

You weren’t stupid, you knew that this was all wrong for a variety of reasons, the least of which being that he was your roommate. But that meant nothing to you compared to the way his hands felt on your skin.

Before you could open your mouth, tell him that you didn’t want him to stop, an 8-bit version of the Mario Kart theme blasted from somewhere behind you. You jumped, your heart skipping several beats from the surprise.

Mark took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, blinking a few times before he gently guided your hips to climb off of him. “Sorry, I should…”

The ringtone felt familiar but you couldn’t figure out why. Even as you watched Mark grab for his phone off the coffee table and immediately silence it, you wracked your brain to try and remember where you had heard that ringtone before.

It was as if Taehyung had known, the moment that Mark quieted the little voice in his head telling him not to be so close to you and that this was wrong in so many ways, and finally accepted his feelings for you.

Maybe he had a sixth sense.

The moment that had passed between you then had been effectively ruined as soon as he was reminded of two things: you were his childhood best friend’s little sister, and he had already ruined your life even if you didn’t know it yet.

But he’d been so close to giving in. You’d been on top of him, smiling in that innocently beautiful way that you did, your thighs caging in his hips. He hadn’t missed the fact that he could feel you with every inch of him, considering how he’d begged his body not to react, not to harden beneath you. Between the thin layers of his sweats and your sleep shorts, there was no way you wouldn’t notice.

Later, after you’d grabbed a washcloth so you could both wipe the face mask off your faces and awkwardly watch TV for an hour before enough time could pass for you to realistically head off to bed, Mark listened to the voicemail Taehyung had left.

“Hey man. I just wanted to let you know that uh, I’m going to try and head to the city and look for Y/N in a few weeks. If you see her again or have any idea where she might be, let me know. I really appreciate it, my mom’s been going crazy… anyway, maybe we can grab a drink or something once I’m in town. I’ll hit you up. Thanks again, Mark.”

Mark was glad he was in the privacy of his own bedroom when he listened to the message so you didn’t see the way he threw his phone down on the bed, muttering curse words to himself and trying to forget how heavenly you had felt on top of him.

It was impossible. All he could think about was your skin under his fingertips, how your lips had been so soft and smooth and close to his, and how the weight of you on top of him had been enough to make him hard.

His only option was to shut himself in the bathroom and crank the shower all the way to the coldest temperature that he could stand and pray that it would be enough to keep him from sneaking into your bedroom that night.

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koos-euphoria · 4 years ago

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ɢʀᴏᴜᴘs ɪ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ 1

☜︎ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

☞︎ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘs ɪ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ 2

ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

ᴋᴇʏ | a - angst | f - fluff | s - smut | ⚠︎︎ - tw

ɢᴏᴛ7

park jinyoung

guilty | murderer!au | ⚠︎︎ s | read here

— summary: You get arrested for the murder of your husband. Jinyoung the best lawyer in the country gets given the job as your lawyer. However he falls for your innocent and charming act, having him right where you want. Might as well have fun, right?

ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇs/ᴛɪᴍᴇsᴛᴀᴍᴘs

ᴅᴀʏ6

park jaehyung

- book challenge | s |

❥❥❥

park sungjin

- what a shame | s |

❥❥❥

kang younghyun

- turns an innocent virgin into a cockslut | s |

❥❥❥

kim wonpil

- dom wonpil smut | s |

- 13:14 | s |

❥❥❥

ot5 | poly

- orgy | s |

ᴇxᴏ

kim junmyeon

- 18:50 | s |

❥❥❥

byun baekhyun

- hardcore | s |

❥❥❥

park chanyeol

- spending a cozy christmas together | f |

- surprise strip tease | s |

❥❥❥

kim jongin

- cuddles after a heated night | f, s |

❥❥❥

oh sehun

- sub!sehun getting edged | s |

❥❥❥

ot9 | poly

- 01:22 | chanyeol/sehun/reader | s |

❥❥❥

ɢᴏᴛ7

im jaebeom

- frat party crush | f |

- eating you out | s |

- the members keep interupting | s |

❥❥❥

park jinyoung

- ice cream | f |

- sales!jy seduces you | s |

- rough sex with dirty talk | s |

- he’s stressed so you help him relax | s |

❥❥❥

choi youngjae

- fluff after some fun time | f |

❥❥❥

bambam kunpimook

- ass | s |

ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴀ x

im changkyun

- he teaches you how to ride him | s |

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs

ᴅᴀʏ6

- how they feel about trying somno | s |

- jaehyung’s kinks | s

- dick sizes | s

ᴇxᴏ

- minseok’s kinks | s |

- chanyeol’s kinks | s |

- dick sizes | s |

ɢᴏᴛ7

- got7 with their kids | f |

- mark’s kinks | s |

- jaebeom’s kinks | s |

- jackson’s kinks | s |

- jinyoung’s kinks | s |

- youngjae’s kinks | s |

- dick sizes | s |

ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴀ x

- hyunwoo’s kinks | s |

- minhyuk’s kinks | s |

- changkyun’s kinks | s |

- dick sizes | s |

ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs

ᴅᴀʏ6

- they fuck you infront of the members | s |

- mutual masterbation | s |

- you give them a blowjob | s |

- you give them a lap dance | s |

- you leave a nsfw polaroid photo in their wallet | s

- you’re sore the day after your first time | s |

ɢᴏᴛ7

- their girlfriend works out | s |

- parent walks in on you having sex | s |

ᴍᴛʟs

ᴅᴀʏ6

- Orgasm denial | s |

ᴇxᴏ

- wait for you to ask him out on a date | f |

- cockwarming kink | s |

- thigh riding kink | s |

ɢᴏᴛ7

- size kink | s |

ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴀ x

- praise kink | s |

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rosietaeyongswife · 4 years ago

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black orphan |l.ty

genre: angst, smut mafia!taeyong, taeyonxreader, mafia au

tw: mentions of dead, murders, bad language, sex, mafia, mafia stuff

summary: being daugther of people who are hierarchy..well known around south korea isn’t very nice especially when they’re mafia and you killed them. u know what also isn’t easy? taking care of your younger sister.

authors note: pls if you have time it would be nice if you could read this it’s about lately thing with chinese idols. i explain there why some people should stop spreading hate on them and that it’s not really their fault.

when you were child you didn’t understand what were your parents doing. you only knew you were rich. private schools. everything you want. most expensive clothes. everything. trip to hot country in middle of the winter? no problem. you and your sister minhee had everything. but your father and mother didn’t forget to teach you that you need to work for what you have.

you were always amazed by your parents untill you were 16 years old and started to understand what they are doing for living. your parents were killers and drug sellers. you couldn’t belive it at first but with time you understood. that’s how your family is living. that’s how kim’s family is living. with time you learned about mafia life and your parents business. your father made sure that his daughter is going to take care of their business one day.. exactly - one day. one night your mother was standing in front of you with smile.

“y/n you are getting married.” she smiled wider. “he is son of rich man who can be needed.”

“what?”

they wanted you to marry some 40 years old man and sell your younger sister because they would had only benefits. it was this time when it hits you.

you are just 24 years old, are you really going to kill your parents? answer is yes. few weeks ago you poisoned your parents and made sure that everyone would think that their heart stopped. because of this you were now the owner of kim hierarchy. now you are boss.

you were sitting at conference room with jackson when someone called you.

“yes honey?” you smiled. “how much do you need? okay. take my credit card. yes it’s fine.”

you hung up. it was minhee. she needed some money so you gave it to her.

“it was minhee right?”

“how do you know?”

“you always smile this way when you are talking with minhee.”

“damn jackson. you know me too well.” jackson chuckled. “so now. how is the deal with sagurako family?”

“i think they don’t want to pay us.”

you could only smile.

“they really don’t take me seriously.” you sighed. “kill his son.”

“ok, how and when?”

“whatever. tell jaebum that it’s job for him.”

“yes sir.”

you really weren’t in mood to games. you just want money and nothing else. is this that hard? pay what they own you? your parets exactly but they are dead so you should take money, right? they don’t matter same as their children. they have five kids so one less isn’t big deal.

when you were sitting by your desk you heard someone. it was yugyeom. you sighed and walked to the coridor.

“why the fuck are you so loud?”

“because bambam is stupid idiot.”

“what? no!” he shout. “he almost kill me.”

“whatever. be quiter.”

“y/n wait!” yugyeom looked in to your eyes. “someoe was following minhee when she was at school and then with her friends.”

hearing this made you upset. you know that you have much more enemies than friends but you had hope that minhee isn’t going to be part of their hit list.

“bambam take me home i need to talk with her.”

“what are you going to do?” yugyeom was looking at you confused. he knows very well that you don’t play games. “are you going to kill somebody again?”

“ew no. she is going to have home school. ask youngjae or mark to hire someone ok?”

“yes.”

your sister safety is your priority. she didn’t do anything wrong and she is innocnt teen. you couldn’t let someone to hurt her or even worse. of course minhee knew that yours family works in dirty business but she doesn’t know much. and it should stay like this. minhee isn’t going to take your company one day. you can’t do it. if you won’t be dead to your 60s you would give company to your child or something but at this moment it isn’t time to think about this.

the whole house was clean. junmyeon was here for sure. you smiled softly. take off your coat and boots. first thing you did was to drink some watter. drinking watter is important especially for your brain’s work. when you were done you went to find your sister.

“minhee!” you looked around your house but you didn’t hear her back. sighing you went to check her and you could hear she was talking with someone. “minhee!”

you walked in and first thing you saw was her with phone.

“i’m sorry. didn’t hear you.”

“yeah, it’s okay. are you fine?”

“yes. everything is fine. something happend?”

“you not gonna attend school anymore. you will have home lessons. you know teacher will be here with you.” you shrugged.

“what? no way!”

“you can’t do anything about this.”

“you can’t lock me there! the fuck y/n! i have friends there.”

“they can come to house.”

“but no..wtf. i don’t want to.”

“it’s for your safety.” you tried to hug her. “i know it’s not cool and all but i don’t have any other choice.”

minhee was looking at you with only hate in her eyes.

“are you trying to lock me down? just like parents did to you?”

“no, of course no! it’s not it.” you took package of ciggs. “i don’t want to see that you are dead. someone is following you. if you still be arguing you’ll be dead soon.”

“w-who is following me?”

“i don’t know. jackson hire some teacher and some bodyguards so i hope you’ll be safe here if no then i have to send you to china.”

“china?”

“yes to our uncle.”

“why the fuck i can’t live normal live.”

“listen. you can’t choose family but you should be grateful for us. for what you have. i work hard for everyting we achhived.”

“how? by killing people? it’s a job for you?” she smirked. “you are exactly like parents. what else do you do? drugs? murders? are you selling people?”

“done! i’m fuckin done. you can’t leave the house for next week. better accept how things are going because i’m not gonna let you talk to me like that.” you were pissed of. “you didn’t even know them well, what can you know? you acting like i don’t care about you even tho it’s not true.”

minhee didn’t feel bad about what she said. she was mad at you because she didn’t want to be in home. she wants to explore. you exactly know that she doesn’t want to live the way the whole your family is living. and you also don’t want her to live the same just like you. so sending her to china is the best option. uncle isn’t in mafia and all dirty stuff the rest of the family members do so minhee can be safe there.

your sister didn’t talk with you by the whole week. you didn’t really care because you have so much work to do. kinda proud because you made japanese family to pay you the money they owned to your parents so you were satisfied. everything went fine. things are nice so are you. no worries by the whole time. only thing you are upset about is that your family want to meet. family meeting sounds nice? no. there is going to be other mafia because remember guys - if there is family meeting that means there is going to be make big deals.

jackson with the rest of the boys were standing next to you.

“you look pretty.” mark said looking at you with a smile. “but where is minhee?”

“told her that she has 5 minutes untill i go there.”

“yes sir.”

you smiled. nothing can make your day worse. you are clever person so it turns out that you made a lot of big deals so now you are just swimming in the money to be honest. everything is so fine like never and nothing can upset you. not even this damn dinner with your family and others because you’ll be there with your people.

“minhee please we don’t have time. grandma will be mad.”

“i don’t care. i don’t want to.”

you could only sighed. walking in her bedroom made you feel like teenager again. she was kind of similiar to you but at the same time she was so different. you took her hairbrush and started brushing her hair while looking in to her eyes in the mirror.

“you are so beautiful minhee. can you see it?” she nod. “everyones eyes are going to be on us. especially you because you are younger. behave there honey ok? they won’t like acting up or something. also be ready for all the compliments.” you smiled softly. “plus.. i can’t have eyes on you whole night so be careful. if someone is bothering you..” you lean to her ear “you know what to do.”

she nodded and stand up. ready to go and show off. you are y/n and minhee kim. you are prestige family and nobody can tell otherwise.

the place was huge and expensive. you knew your family like things like that but not that much. without thinking your people with you at the front walked in welcomed by some people who were smilling at you.

“mrs.kim?”

“it’s me.”

“welcome madam. have fun.”

slight smile goes on your lips and disaper quickly. and here you are. all eyes on you and your crew. smile and confident walk by you was really indimidiating. you knew your presence here was cherry on top. your parents died in mysterious conditions and here you are leading kim’s company. isn’t it suss? it is and you know it well but it’s only made you proud. your parents were problematic and were problem not only for you but for the family and co-workers. jelous eyes of wifes and girls were on you. to be honest, you are one of the prettiest and hottest woman there and that’s why you are just eye-catching.

the long table was place where you and minhee should stay. your people found place to themselfs, and when they were gone you noticed that by the table was sitting bosses of others organizations.

“good evening grandma.” you goes to hug her and asked minhee to do so. “i missed you so much.”

“is this my little y/n? sunshine i missed you. how are you?” she was worried. this woman was someone who you wish were your mother. she was the only one who cares about you. your mother or father never told you “i love you” it was your precious grandma who always was making sure to say “i love you” no matter what. “is everything fine?”

“i’m fine. everything is the best. business is going really well. you know.. zeros on bank account are only growing.” you smiled. “what about you? health?”

“i feel like i’m in my 30s.” she was only 70 years old but she felt way younger. “you know even tho your grandpa is pain in ass i’m fine. i’m so happy that now you are leading business.” she smirked. “my son and his -be sorry god- wife were failure. they have never made this much money like you do.”

“grandma thank you. it’s not such a big deal.”

“it is. i’m proud of you. i’m proud that you are leading something to be even bigger.” tear came down my cheek. “and you minhee. what about you?”

“everything is okay i guess.”

“is something bothering you?” everyone were looking at your sister and you knew what she is going to say.

“i feel kinda grounded but it’s okay.”

“what?”

“y/n made me stop attend private school and have home schooling.”

“it’s against your wish?”

“yes.”

you were now kinda mad at your sister. you know well that she said that because she still doesn’t agree with idea of home schooling and china.

“let me make things clear grandma. someone was following her and i love her too much to let someone hurt her. it’s the safest in our home.”

your grandma sighed like everyone else in family.

“minhee you are still too immature and too young to understand things. let your sister work and decide. she is doing everything for your best.” your grandpa said while he was drinking his wine.

“but i have friends there. i have thing i’m interested in school and now i’m going to be grounded.”

you couldn’t listen her anymore what notice your another uncle.

“minhee just let things happen. can we talk about something else? as you can see we have guests by these table.” he looked around.

and that was the time when minhee must leave. you looked at her and she disaper. anothers girls and boys who were teens also disaper leaving the elders and bosses.

“okay so let’s talk.” your grandpa said. “my son is such a dumbass and made debts. also. police was suspecting you to be the one who killed your parents my dear y/n.”

boss of nct, bts and monstax looked at you. you just smiled at them.

“there is no proof. i made sure to done work.” you took your glass of wine. “i’m more pro than my parents was, right? i don’t think someone is crying because of their loss.”

you interested taeyong. he has never seen a person who openly talk about murder. about parents murder. you were that cofident that it makes him like you. he could see clearly that you don’t fuck with others.

“mother will you let her get away with this? he still was your son.”

“will you talk like that if you knew that he signed documents about taking over your wealth? and everyone else?” you took a sip.”seokhyun you are so fuckin dumb. i hope you know why i don’t have respect for you right?” you smirked “you are pain in as..you remind me of some boy who was bothering minhee. you know what did i do with him?” he shook his head no “i shot him in front of his parents eyes. be careful.”

“what else you know?” grandpa took another bottle of wine.

“i know so much that i could easily take over business of everyone here.” you smiled. “father hide money in japan. i guess no one knows why there but it doesn’t matter. i have deal for mr. lee taeyong.”

taeyong smiled over you. he was glad that he is going to make deal with big mrs. kim y/n.

“i listen to you lady.”

“i know your handsome and eye-catching member named yuta nakamoto is japanese and he runs your business there. let’s say i need him. i want your help with finding money in japan.”

“i want 40% from this.”

“you want too much. it’s almost half of the money i would get. it’s not worth it. you are only finding money that are basically belonging to me.”

you weren’t dumb. you knew that it’s way too much.

“what is your proposition?”

“i can give you 20%.”

“deal. i’m glad i’m going to work with you mr. kim.”

“same here mrs.lee i hope you not gonna fail.” he smiled. “i want to also say something. time is ticking mr. seo. and you know what happend.”

lee taeyong stod up and leave to his members table. you looked confused at wife of your cousin jongdae.

“what happend?”

“it’s matter between me and him. please don’t ask questions.”

“okay so i can begin now.” namjoon said slightly annoyed. “what with our collaboration mrs.kim.” he was looking annoyed at your grandma

“i said i don’t know.”

“please.. my boys were working for you. i think we would be giant.”

you were looking at them and thinking. what the fuck. you knew that bts are doing good but you also heard about their debts.

“no. if my lovely grandma said no then it’s no.” you didn’t look at him but at your glass full of wine.”don’t you want collaboration with my grandma and granpa just to pay off your debts and bills?”

everyone was looking at your table because everyone heard it. whole nct were looking at you with shock same with bts and bosses of other mafies were spechless same with shownu.

“aren’t you too mean? it’s none of your business y/n. it’s thing between me and your grandparents.”

“exactly. and i’m not going to look how you want to take their whole wealth. how much money do you need? we can borrow you but you know.” you stand up like namjoon did few seconds ago just to come closer. “deadline is short period of time. and consequences are really big.” you smiled. “ask chan what happend when he was late with money.”

namjoon was standing there embarrased and paralaized. you come at him and he didn’t like it. but you weren’t afraid. you are at too strong position to be moved by little kim namjoon.

“okay. borrow me a three milion dollars and i’m going to return them back.”

“sure. jackson!” you said. “make collab with my grandma but remember that i have eyes all around and i will notice if there is less money than it should be. you have month to pay me back.” jackson give you both piece of paper when you signed it. “sign it.”

“thank you and yes. month and you will have your money back.”

after this everything went smooth. no fights. just paceful event. by the time it was time to dance and you were asked by your cousin jongdae to dance but soon enough you were dancing with lee taeyong.

“i didn’t know you were that mean and that strong.” he said while his hands were on your waist and yours around his neck.

“i don’t like playing games with someone who isn’t worht it.”

“and i like it.” he smirked. “you seem to be good player aren’t you?”

“maybe i am. mr.taeyong why are you even here?” he was confused. “i clearly see that you and your men don’t want to be there.”

“are you watching us?”

“shouldn’t i?”

“i guess you should. it scary talking with girl who killed own parents.”

you could only smile. you aren’t afraid of anything and no one will make you feel regret. your parents deserved this and if you wouldn’t kill them they would ruin your life and your family lifes. and y’all don’t deserve this at all. your parents were selfish since you’ve been child. when there was no minhee your only friend was maid and chef. they were talking with you and play with you and your toys just to not feel alone. beside of them you had your grandparents. your grandma loved you like you were her daughter. she always made sure to say “i love you” and to check on you. and your grandpa? he would be proud and happy to walk you to your kindergarten and take care of you along with your grandma. and your parents? they didn’t care. they just thougth about money. more money and even more money. your mother was mean if she had to stay with you. she would just left you in your bedroom with toys and goes to her friend or to watch tv. and father? he didn’t even talk with you. he started to talk when he wanted you to be part of mafia.

he taught you everything you need to know. and because of their lack of love and your knowledge of things you shouldn’t know about you are like this today. cold and emotionless. no one really show your love (not including your grandparents). kids at shool were afraid of you becasue they knew who you were and their parents didn’t allow them to play with you. in high school they didn’t want to be in touch with girl whose family is gangsters and who could kill anyone they want. you even hadn’t any best friend. no one.

“it’s not scary. they deserved this.” you were closer. “sometimes you need to get rid of your enemies and i’m sure they were one.”

“am i your enemy?”

“if you will help me you’ll be my friend.”

since then you haven’t talked with family members. you didn’t need to. also minhee was more distant than usually. you even noticed that she is leaving and coming back late at night. you just had hope that she isn’t causing any problems. but when she was gone for two days and came back like nothing happend it makes you feel mad. mark and youngjae were nice enough to follow her around and found out that she is dating someone. minhee was dating and you didn’t even know. also, it seems like they know each other really well and are together since the very long time.

you were fine with it. she is 18. she can date anyone. you didn’t even care about this that she doesn’t tell you but it’s okay. it’s hers life after all. but when she were gone for a week and she doesn’t contact with you.. boy, you were really mad. minhee just disapear and have no signs of live.

“y/n you need to calm down. she for sure is fine.” mark said “she is teenager, something like this happens.”

“but i do so much for her, why she is like this?” bambam was looking at you with sad eyes. he knew he shouldn’t feel this way but he hates your sister and seeing you hurt was really.. bad feeling. he knew how much effort you put to raise her well and take good care of. “i don’t understand. she just could told me that she want to go somewhere or something. i’m sick of it.”

“y/n.. we got it. i think she could leave with her boyfriend. yugyeom is checking him.” jackson hugged you tightly. “she is fine. minhee is strong.”

“and naive. she doesn’t even know how to defend herself what if he is going to hurt her?”

“maybe no? we don’t know.”

when you were sitting in your office you didn’t know back then that person who is lover of your sister is who he is. reading his info was really surprising to you. it was unbeliveble. member of nct.

sound of your heels could be hear in headquarter of nct. your usually outfit on you - dark coat and black boots above your knees. people called you black orphan because of the fact that you are orphan basically and because you only dressed in black.

members of nct who noticced you were whispering something about black orphan being here. you were walking slowly don’t even bother to look at them. you had goal - find minhee. jackson and rest of the boys were behind you and were in the line. like always.

“excuse me, what are you doing here?” man named mark was in front of you. “i don’t remember that you were invited.”

“i don’t need invitation.” you growled. “better find kim minhee and park jisung.”

face of mark knew that is going to happen and why are you here. taeyong and rest of the members of nct couldn’t belive that jisung is letting his girlfriend stay in their place. taeyong was against and mad because he found out by accident when he was checking bathroom and minhee was going to bathroom. he almost killed her.

when mark was about to go your sister and her s/o were near. minhee was looking at you surprised. she knew you could find her but didn’t think that you would come to nct.

“i count to 10 and we coming home.”

“i’m not leaving.” she hissed. “i’m sick of being under your control.”

“what is this noise here?” taeyong appeard in his hallway. the crowd of his people were looking around whole argument.

“you living with my money that i worked for. i pay your bills and all. i’m doing everything for you to have amazing life. why don’t you understand that you will never be normal girl? you will never. you will always be “daughter of mafia” or “sister who hate her parents”. you should accept this.”

“that’s why i fuckin hate you!” she scream. “i don’t want your help. you think you did everything well. i want to throw up everytime i reminds to myself what you are doing. i don’t want to be part of this also i don’t want to live in china. i want to decide.”

you laughed like freak. you were looking at your little sister and couldn’t think of anything but how stupid she actually is.

“i’m not asking you.” you hissed. “you are ungretful, spoiled brat who thinks that owns the world and is main charcater, don’t you? if you want to be that independent okay. i’m going to block all back acounts from you. from now on you will work your ass off for money. i’m starting counting and you better come here.” you looked in to her eyes. “1..2..3..”

“you aren’t my mother. my mother is dead! understand this!”

jaehyun was about to say something but taeyong stopped him. he was enjoying the show in front of him. he really loves how crazy you actually are.

“i’m staying with jisung. i won’t come back to home.”

“you are making disrace for our surname. don’t act like fool and come to home. i’m at 7.”

minhee didn’t even flinch.

“i’m not scared of you. after all i’m your family.”

“are you sure honey?” you touched her cheek. “do you know how killed your lovely parents?” she denied. “i did. funni isn’t it? everyone know but not their own daughter. i think you should be scared of me at that point.”

minhee couldn’t belive her ears. you killed your parents. she was living with you not knowing about everything.

“you are crazy bitch! i hate you! i hate this family! one day i’ll make sure that police or media destroy you.”

“good luck.” you winked and slapped her. “you are no longer part of kims family. i don’t need you. you were the one that needed me.” you said harshly stepping closer and touched her chest to push her. “you are no one know. there is no coming back. you are done in my eyes. dead. and if i see you in my way i’m going to kill your love and then you. and guess what? nothing will bother to help find justice.” you shrugged and smiled one last time “you are free. make sure to change surname and to make it like we have never been family.”

minhee was holidng her cheek and crying. at this point she knew that she doesn’t really know her own family. that there is secrets that are creepy and scary just like them. and she was sure she doesn’t want to involved. but now she was feeling bad because of what she said. jisung had tried hundred times explain her who you are. that she is doing it for her safety because thousands of people wants her head and she still didn’t listen.

taeyong was following you.

“are you going to stop going after me or you want me to beat you up?”

“don’t need to be so harsh. i just want to ask you something.” he smiled. “have you ever been in love?”

“the fuck mr. lee? i only met you few times and i talk with you for the second time.”

“just answer me y/n.” his eyes was shining and you liked this view. you liked him to be honest. he did awesome work by finding your fathers money. he was loyal to you and you liked it. also he was handsome. why don’t like him?

“no. i have never been in love. having crush in daughter of mafia doesn’t sound nice right?”

“i don’t belive. you are way too pretty and too smart to be alone the whole time.” you smiled. he was cheesy but you liked it. “i think this can change.”

“do you want to seduce me?” you asked with little smile. “make me feel like i’m special and leave next day?”

“who said i would leave?” he smirked. “you are really something y/n.”

“i think we could talk about it.”

and here you are. taeyong brings happines to your live. you have never experinced things like the one you do with taeyong. you are no longer alone. you wake up usually in his bed with his eyse piercing in to your soul. jackson and boys were happy that someone is interested in you and you are intrested in someone. they have never seen you having crush in male. but here you are. all over heels over lee taeyong. you didn’t like the idea of him having you wrapped around his finger but who cares? you like it.

“y/n what are you thinking about?”

“taeyong would you kill for me?”

“isn’t it obvious? i know you can do it by yourself but i would always kill anyone who is messing with my girl.”

“since when i’m your girl?”

“since the first time i’ve heard of you y/n.” he kissed you. “why you asking?”

“i feel like i spend way too much time with you so i need to make sure that you are worth it.”

“are you doubting me?” he touch your cheeks. “look at us. we are in my apartment in japan with beautiful view on sea. we are here alone having the best sex of our lives. having each other and telling silly secrets.” he hugged you and you lay your head on his chest. “we don’t need to stress about business. we have each other now. it’s feels like heaven.”

“we are in japan. we are looking at the sea.” you smiled softly. “it’s almost like dream.”

“i know you have never thing like this. i want to show you life colors you know?” he smiled. “i want you to be happy. i want to see that you enjoy your time and let someone like you more than friend.”

“you just saying that.” you sighed. “you are going to leave soon like everyone in my life. but it’s okay.”

“you will never get rid of me.” he looked deadly in to your eyes. “past six months was like arcadia with you by my side. i feel like i can love you and i know that no one ever loved you the way i do.” he smiled. “but i’m here. i love you.”

“what?”

“you heard me and i’m not going to say this again.”

“lee taeyong you make me feel needed.”

he was messing so much with your head and you didn’t even mind. he was there. he was with you and makes you forget about any problems. about stress. about work. time with him is smooth. and you love it.

“can we make love this time? not fuck? i want to feel your love even if it’s temporary.” you said with eyes closed while you kissed him

taeyong smiled wide. he loved the idea of making love and not just fuck.

“my girl is soft.” he teased. “i want to do it. love.”

“i hate you so much sometimes.” you rolled your eyes. “i’m not going to ask anymore. it’s just this once.”

“alright. i got it.”

you were sure that taeyong will disapear. you can’t show feeling but taeyong.. he show you love. he was there. you didn’t even know when you started to finding yourself making breakfasts for him. hugging him for every 5 minutes. telling him your dreams. listen to him and advice him. making him happy. it comes to you naturally just by watching his moves to you. it was so soft and so new to you. proudness. it what’s you feel. you could love taeyong. you didn’t even love your parents nor sister. it was more like obligation. but with taeyong? you realized your feeling when you were missing him and your mind just focus on him.

you wanted to be best girlfriend to him. one time he even just put gun in your mouth and say to suck it if you love him just to then have you moaning “love yous”. and you did. not thinking twice. at this moment you both knew that it’s simply love between dificult people.

taeyong was deep in you. you could feel him hitting right spots.

“how’s my kitten feeling?”

“good. good sir.” you moaned. “i feel like i’m close.” you whines

“i love view of you. you are perfect for me even your pussy is made for me.” he moeaned. “look at you under me. lovely.”

“stop talking and just make me cum.”

“marry me.”

you were that confused. you were at edge of orgasm and he is telling you this.

“taeyong why are you saying this when we fuck?”

“why not? will you marry me?” he punted deeper and faster. “i would love to see you with my surname. lee y/n.” he smiled giving you hickeys “all by myself. my wife.”

“you got to be kidding me.” you laughed “we are having sex and you asking me about mar-”

you couldn’t end your sentence because taeyong circled your clit and suddenly wave of pleasure hit you like ddu du and you cum. moaning his name and curling.

“answer kitten.”

“yes. i want to fuckin marry you lee dumbass taeyong.”

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