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His Biggest Fan

Pairing: Ukwon x Reader Prompt Rockstar Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Mention of driving under the influence

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Bastarz was the hottest trio since the Jonas Brothers. Everyone loved them, even the ‘tough guys”. You especially took refuge in their music. Your favorite member was Kim Ukwon. Like any fangirl, you may have had a bit of an obsession, but you couldn’t help yourself. He was sweet and caring. He always had a smile on his face. Even when he was annoyed or angry, he was smiling. It came as no surprise that your bedroom was decorated with Bastarz paraphernalia, especially Ukwon items. The outside of your door had a heart with Ukwon’s name on it. Before entering your room, it was routine to kiss your hand then place it over the door-heart. Entering your room, there wasn’t a single inch of wall space in sight. Posters covered the surface like wallpaper. You had charms and figurines. Your favorite possession was the life-size cutout of Ukwon. When you were tucked into bed you wished him goodnight and when you woke you greeted him good morning.

             Unfortunately, life as a rockstar wasn’t so easy or glamorous for Ukwon. It was simple for him to put on a smile when cameras were on him, which admittedly was quite a lot. But lately, he was being overworked. Endless dance rehearsals, singing lessons, and photoshoots left Ukwon feeling exhausted. Tonight would be the 3rd night of a weeklong concert in LA, and the lack of sleep and energy had finally caught up to him. Ukwon was sick with a head cold. His manager immediately sent him to a clinic for an IV pack to help rejuvenate him. It didn’t help that his dance coach also practically had him drinking the bottle of cough syrup. A stage hand gave him a special drink their mother used to make when they would catch illness. Soon Ukwon was drunk with medicine. He wanted to sleep more, but his manager told him it was almost time to perform and he needed to get ready for the stage.

             Ukwon decided he didn’t want to go on tonight. In his drunken state he walked away from the dressing rooms successfully found the parking garage. He recognized his face on the side of a tour van and got into the driver’s seat. The keys were sitting in the ignition, as if the rock gods knew he was coming. He wasn’t sure of where he was heading, but he just wanted to get out.

            He made a game of following the street lights along the highway. With all the traffic coming in for the concert, there was barely a car driving the same way he was going. Soon his game led him to the suburbs. Ukwon’s heavily medicated mind didn’t allow him to consider the speed limit would be lower here and at a sudden turn he lost control of the van and it veered into a large tree. He punched the airbag away and was able to get out of the van. He cursed a few times and sat on the curb. He looked up at the house across the street, and in the upstairs window, he saw himself, just like on the side of the van. Another sign from the rock gods!

            Once he finished stumbling across the street he tried to open the door. Locked. That couldn’t be right. The house had to be for him. He jiggled the handle again. Nothing. Frustrated he kicked a flower pot next to the door. It fell over and shattered. That’s when he saw something shiny. A spare key! It took him a few times, but he finally got it in the lock and could open the door.

            Luckily the stairs leading to the second floor were the first thing he saw. Even with nothing but a hall nightlight, he saw his name on the door and smiled. “I’m home,” he mumbled. He opened it and sighed with relief when he saw a dark square which could be nothing else but a big bed, waiting for him to fall on. “Thank you, rock gods.”

            Unluckily for you, even on the weekend your body’s biological clock woke you up around 8 a.m. You heard your parents making breakfast downstairs. You lay on your side and opened your eyes to see your beautiful Ukwon cutout. “’Morning, Baby.”

            Suddenly there was movement behind you and an arm snaked around your waist. “Morning, Honey.”

            What. The. Fuck.

            You immediately jumped out of bed and turned to look at who was in it.

            What. The. Fuck.

            You were dreaming. You had to be. You were dreaming.

            Ukwon recoiled from the lack of warmth now that you weren’t next to him and rolled over to his other side.

            Dreaming. You were definitely dreaming. You ran to the bathroom and let cold water run in the sink. You cupped your hands under and splashed your face. You did it a couple of times. It felt like ice, but you didn’t feel like you woke from the dream. You ran back to your room. He was still there. Kim Ukwon was in your bed.

            “Holy shit,” you breathed.  You quickly snatched your phone off your nightstand and dialed your best friend’s number. You backed away as far as possible but never took your eyes off him.

            “It is a Saturday and it’s before twelve,” you heard him grumble into the phone. “If someone hasn’t died, believe me, I’ll kill you myself.”

            “Kyung, it’s an emergency.”

            “What kind of emergency? Are you okay?” You could hear him sitting up from his end of the call.

            “I’m not sure. I don’t think I am. I think maybe I’m hallucinating.”

            “You called me because you’re hallucinating?”

            “Kyung. I swear to god, if I’m not hallucinating then you’re gonna think I’m crazy.”

            “You’re awake right now on the weekend. I already think you’re crazy.”

            “Kyung.”

            “Fine, what’s the emergency?”

            “Kim Ukwon is passed out in my bed.”

            You had to take the phone away from your ear the laughter was so loud.

            “Kyung,” you hissed. “Will you please? I am serious.”

            The laughter simmered but it was still there. “Sure, the almighty rock god is in your bed. Hey, I’ve got Chloe Moretz in mine.”

            “I’m not fucking with you Kyung. I’m freaking out! He’s here. In my bed. My parents are downstairs. What am I supposed to do?”

            “You’ve really gone off the deep end,” his laughter continued.

            “Park Kyung. Would you please just get your ass over here. Now!”

            He groaned on the other line. “Now you’re making me get up?”

            “If I am lying to you, I will give you $100.”

            “Keep talking.”

            Damn your best friend and his little shit antics. “This is not the time!”

            “You want my help or not?”

            “Fine,” you grounded out your teeth. “The money and I will grade all the papers from your T/A job for a week.”

            “2 weeks.”

            “Kyung, I will do it for a goddamn year because I’m not lying. He’s in my bed!”

            More laughter. “We’ll see about that. Be there in a few, Crazy.”

            You hung up. You weren’t as quiet as you thought because Ukwon started to stir. He rolled on his back, moaning when he stretched. He rubbed his eyes. When he opened them, he looked around then smiled at you. “Hey.”

            “Uh, hey.”

            “Are you room service? Can I order some eggs?”

            “Uh . . .” What the hell? You didn’t know what to say.

With the door behind you, you could hear one of your parents trudging up the steps.

            “Shit.” You ran to the bed, pushed a grumbling Ukwon off so he hit the floor with a thud, then turned and sat on the edge of the bed in time for your mom to open the door.

            “You drop something?”

You shook your head.

            She looked you up and down. “You alright?”

            You nodded.

            She gave you one more questionable look then sighed. “You’re father and I are going to the farmer’s market. You need anything?”

            You shook your head again.

            “You sure you’re feeling okay?”

            Another nod.

            “Did you not sleep well because of the accident outside?”

“What?”

“Yeah. A hit and run. Literally. They left the vehicle there. Your father called a garage to come pick it up.”

“I didn’t hear anything.”

She stared at you for a long time.

            “If you say so. We’ll be back in a bit. Call us if you need anything.” She closed the door behind her.

            You exhaled and fell back on your bed.

            Ukwon popped up, a scowl on his face.

            “The hell kind of service is this?”

            Startled, you also jumped up.

            “What?”

            He stood up, then walked closer to you. “Service? This hotel has the worst I’ve even seen.”

            “You . . . you think you’re in a hotel?”

            He straightened. “Well, yeah.” He looked around, seeing all of your memorabilia seeing your laundry piled in your chair waiting to be folded, your book bag and books scattered on the floor.

            You watched him from the bed. He looked so confused, but also mesmerized, probably astonished as to how one person could have so much of his goods.

            “Did we meet at the concert?”

            You shook your head. “I can’t go to your concerts. They sell out too fast and the scalpers jack up the price like crazy.”

            “Huh,” he continued looking, pausing at the cutout.

            As promised, it only took Kyung a few minutes to put on pants and walk over from 2 houses down. He made himself known as he was marching up the steps. “Hey, did you see someone crashed their van into Mr. Rasch’s . . . tree. . .” He looked at Ukwon, then to you, then back to Ukwon.

            “What. The. Fuck.”

            “I told you!”

            Kyung looked at you hard. “Did you fricken kidnap him? I knew you loved the guy, but risking jail?”

            “I told you! I woke up and he was in my bed.”

            Kyung and Ukwon started at each other, then Kyung looked at you again. “Did you like make a wish at a fountain? Or meet a genie?”

            “I’m sorry,” Ukwon rubbed his head. “What’s going on?”

            “Uh,” you scratched your head. “I don’t really know.”

            “This isn’t a hotel?”

            Both you and Kyung shook your heads.

            “Where am I?”

            “You’re in my house, in the burbs of LA.”

            Ukwon sat on your bed. “LA. Right. Concerts.”

            “Any idea why the hell you’d be here of all places?” Kyung asked.

            Ukwon shook his head. “No clue. I know I was feeling sick yesterday. Had a lot of meds forced on me. Feel better now.” He looked around your room and pointed at his cutout. “I kinda remember seeing that.” He looked at your open door and pointed to the heart with his name in it. “And that.”

            All three of you looked at his stomach as it growled. “Think maybe we can figure this out over breakfast?”

            Kyung responded before you could. “You said you were having concerts this week. Doesn’t that mean they’ll be looking for you today if you perform tonight?”

            Realization washed over Ukwon’s face. “I don’t think I performed last night.” He looked at you. “You don’t know how I got here. And I don’t know how I got here. Which means my managers don’t know where I am.” He threw his arms in the air, punching at it excitedly.

            “A-are you okay?”

            “I’m free! At least for today! I don’t have to go on interviews, or dance practices, or stage rehearsals! No one knows where I am.”

            “Isn’t that a bad thing?”

            “No, ‘cause we know where I am. And I am taking the day off.” He stood up and rested his hands on your shoulders. “We can work out the details over breakfast, cutie. Where’s your bathroom?”

            You pointed toward a door in the hall.

            He smiled and your knees nearly buckled. “Thanks.” He sauntered out of your room.

            “Is this real?” You looked at Kyung.

            “Who did you pray to last night? ‘Cause Ima need to start praying to them, too.”

            “But this is crazy right? Kim Ukwon is in my house?”

            “Holy shit! The van! Did you sneak out to the concert last night and highjack his van while he was in it? We both know you have failed your driving test more than enough times. It would explain why it’s in a tree right now.”

            You glared at him. “He’s my idol! I’m not a criminal mastermind trying to kidnap him! He was in my bed when I woke up!”

            “How was that?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you.

            “I freaked out and called you.”

            He shook his head.  “Maybe this needed to happen, you poor deprived little fiend.”

            “Shut up. What are we going to do?”

            “I mean, do you really want to question it, or do you want to experience a day with your celebrity crush.” The man had a point.

            “Hey guys,” Ukwon yelled in the hall. “Can we have eggs?”

            Whelp, the fates were finally on your side for once, even if it was crazy. Who were you to deny them?

            “I think my parents may have left some on the stove.” You looked at Kyung and whispered. “Day with Ukwon it is.”

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Like all of the things in Yukwon’s life,  that trip happened out of nowhere.

The thing about Yukwon is that he really never made plans. He went through days in his most casual and unbothered way, surviving each one purely out of his unknownness of the future. He didn’t like to make plans because it required a thing he always found himself struggling to reach: which was being certain. 

The first time Yukwon was ever sure about something was the time he spent in France, attending cooking school. The years he spent walking around parisian streets and learning about cuisine shaped his desires to the extent that even after going back to Korea, his heart had never really gotten over the commodity he found in Europe. At least not until he met his match.

The second time Yukwon was ever sure about something was the time he met Primrose Bae. Her charming smiles, crackled laugh, infinite references and carefree persona; everything that made Primrose herself seemed to come in a pack of the exact things Yukwon looked for in a person. Or maybe he just liked Rosie; falling so rapidly into her universe that it was hard to believe he’d actually taken so long to get his head around the fact he was deeply infatuated.

But when he did, certitude shaped his feelings. He had always been a hopeless romantic, falling in and out of love with people and places and scents and tastes, but the thing about Primrose was that she was an adventure herself. He didn’t have to travel far to find a thing he liked, because he had it at his reach whenever she was around. She’d laugh and make the sound his favorite song. She’d look at him and he’d forget all the paintings he once saw at the Louvré. She’d curl herself against his body at night or into his lap after a glass of wine or two, and he’d feel the burning heat of a thousand warm afternoons at any jardins à la française. They’d walk around empty streets, sit at the curb of a convenience store at ungodly hours, and he’d feel the happiest he had ever been.

It felt only fair that he should take her for a trip to his favorite places out in the world. The ticket was bought sorely out of impulse as the year reached its end and no wishes of spending it in a little town remained. Yukwon felt with great relief the complicity of Rosie’s desire to travel back to Europe, and so they did. Together, the two of them spent a week or so traveling back and forth her England and his Paris, showing each other’s favorite spots as they walked hand in hand, took the Eurostar train with Primrose sleeping on Ukwon’s shoulder, and tried every possible combination of teas and cakes around. And by the time December came to its final day, the chef knew better than to go back to their previous reality.

For their final day of the year, Yukwon asked Primrose to go back to Paris with him. They sat down on the grass surrounding the Eiffel Tower, where people gathered for the fireworks already crossing the night sky. He had set a picnicish sort of date, with baskets of his favourite pâtisserie items and a bottle of wine — because they always had wine together. He found himself tipsy, not on the sips he’d taken from his glass but on the spellbinding phenomenon that was that little barista's existence. And although bright lights hung on the famous tower and laughter could be heard all over the place, Yukwon kept his eyes, now free from the usual round specs, forever stuck on Primrose.

“Miss Rosie, would you like to make your wish before midnight?” He asked as he sat behind her, his parted thighs creating the space where Bae now sat, their legs tangling along the sheets on the grass. He didn’t even check the watch on his wrist, but he knew the time was closing in and he listened to her sayings, laughing a bit too much out of the tenderness he felt for her sense of humor. “That would be good, huh?” He agreed on the thought of their stay, and as the excited cries grew all over, his lips found her right shoulder, planting a kiss he’d longed for. His eyes closed to the sound of her chuckles as fireworks lit the sky and everything felt newer, fresher. The hasty beating in his chest wasn’t coming from the adrenaline rush of the sounds or the ending year, but from the sensation of Primrose’s small hands on his arms, tugging at ‘em frantically just as explosions kept going on and he felt, once again, the certainty struck him hard. As it never did before.

“Hey, hey, hey.” He exclaimed in giggles, and as her face turned to his, Yukwon simply let his thoughts out. “I love you.” The second the words slid from his mouth, so did his soft laugh and astonished tone. “God… I really love you.” He said as if the truth had just hit him, seeing it all too well on her eyes the power of that secret. Another firework flashed over their heads but Yukwon was long gone; his lips found hers in an enamored kiss, never really pulling apart even when he found himself out of breath.  Instead, Nam remained close, brushing each word of his heart’s craving against Rosie’s mouth.

“Would you like to stay and live here with me?”

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Random Head Cannons:

Zoes cafe only is visible to those who are practitioners of magic, or truly believe in magic. Meaning it’s very rarely packed, since it’s magicked to stay a calming environment.

Youngmin does not make friends- he makes a list of people to potentially eat or kill, even though he will act like a friend. @absque-nocte‘s Tokki is someone he treats seriously like a friend, as well as a lover, but this does not mean he wouldn’t eat Tokki. (tokki is aware of this)

Ukwon is always armed. He keeps several knives on his person and at least 2 guns. You cannot (and should not) sneak up on him.

Ssajiir is not from the year 2020, he went back in time from the future. He, however, will not give a specific date that he came from or give details on his time.

Nathaniel smells like vanilla always, it has nothing to do with soap or shampoo or perfume- its a natural scent which hints that he has fey in his bloodline, along with his lilac eyes.

Minpha is mute by choice due to bullying and abuse in his youth.

Micah is shortsighted due to having leopard eyes after being forced to stay in Leopard form for too long.

Luca cannot touch people without seeing memories of theirs and often covers every bit of skin to prevent it. 

Leoneil is extremely powerful- he was at master vamp level within his first 50~ years as a vampire and is now over 500 years old.

Kwangmin is the only reason his brother doesn’t set the world on fire and kill everyone.

Kou is transgendered but unless you knew her in Japan, you would not know that. Or if you are dating her and she’s allowed you to get to a sexual level with her. She has not had bottom surgery and does not plan to get it.

Jiah is wiccan, though she is new to it.

Isamu has a sadistic side that will pop up under the right circumstances.

Hyunjae lived as a wolf for the first 23 years of his life.

Tagging the people interacting with any of these muses in case they wanna incorporate these into threads of just incase they want to know. 

@hidden-among-you @themoonlitwitch (I’m not sure Aleera would know Kou is trans as of rn!) @swxpped @uxkissxkevin @starxstorm @aeipxthv @svnshinekissed @cvntagiious 

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Block B “Asking for forgiveness”

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Zico/Jiho:

The moment you walked out was the moment his world shattered and it was all his own fault and he knew it. He never should have yelled at you to that extent. Jiho always had issues controlling his emotions and you tended to push a little. This time you might have pushed to much. He was a busy man and the frustrations were high. 

He told you to come in after you knocked on the door. “Hey Jiho, I brought you some coffee. How is the new track coming?” You asked and set the mug down next to him. “Fine, babe I’m working. Could you come back later?” He asked and you sighed. “Alright, but before I go, what do you want for dinner?” You asked and he groaned. His reaction made you cock an eyebrow. 

“God would you just leave. I am busy and I don’t have time for your bullshit. Leave me the fuck alone!” He yelled and turned to you. You refused to cry and just looked at him.

“You want me to leave you the fuck alone? Fine I’ll leave you the fuck alone.” You said and stormed out, grabbing a suitcase and filling it with your things. A person could only handle so much. 

Jiho watched you leave, fighting the urge to punch a wall. He shouldn’t have said anything. He waited a day before calling you, he knew you needed to cool off and he knew he needed to think about his actions. 

Kyung:

Kyung was a flirt and you were used to it. You didn’t like it, but you were used to it. You had mentioned it to him before that it bothered you slightly and he promised he would work on it. But it turned out his promises were empty.

This time it was worse. You and Kyung had went out to lunch for a nice day but the tables quickly turned. Your waitress was very pretty, you admitted that but it wasn’t an excuse for him to blatantly flirt in front of you. 

“What are the specials, sweetie?”  He asked the young girl and you rolled your eyes. She listed them and they both chuckled, exchanging smiles. “You are very pretty.” Kyung added the girl blushed. “You’re funny. I will be back with your food shortly.” She said and smiled before walking away. Kyung watched her leave and you roughly threw your napkin on the table. He looked at you confused and you just scoffed, graabbing your bag and standing up. 

“If you are trying to make me feel like I’m worthless, you’re doing a great job. Go flirt with your adolescent waitress and never talk to me.” You snapped and left him alone in the resturaunt. Kyung felt bad, those weren’t his intentions. He was just trying to be friendly but not in that way. He would think about wha the was going to say to you before leaving the resturaunt. Kyung would also stop by the florist and get you some roses to apologize with.

Taeil:

It was well known that Taeil had an odd humor. But lately his humor had changed from odd to borderline insulting. He didn’t see it that way and really didn’t mean anything by it but they were getting worse and worse. 

You guys were hanging out with the other Block B members and everyone was cracking jokes. You weren’t fragile, you could handle being teased and if you dished it out you should be able to take it too. “I totally get it, I find myself questioning Y/N’s clothes all the time.” Taeil said and you looked at him funny. “Oh really now, you don’t see me complain when you wear t-shirts big enough to be dresses on you.” You fired back and the guys laughed. 

“At least I don’t excentuate all the wrong things on my body.” Taeil “joked” and the room was silent. He knew you were sensitive when it came to your body. “Oh really? I guess I better get my ass to the gym.” You implied and he rolled his eyes. “I didn’t say that.”  He told you and you nodded. “Not today, but this isn’t the first time you have hurt me with your ‘jokes’. If you need me I’ll be home. It was great seeing you guys again.” You told him and left after greeting the boys. 

“Y/N’s not wrong, you have been pretty rough on him/her.” Yukwon said and Taeil rubbed over his face. “I didn’t even realise it.”  He said and leaned back in his seat. He vowed to himself that he would make it up to you and make you feel beautiful. Taeil also vowed he would be a little less brutal with his humor. 

Jaehyo:

Jaehyo is undoubtably very attractive and as an idol he has to interact with other attractive people. But the recent album shoot went too far. You were in a relationship with him and everyone knew it on set, the director, the models etc. 

You had expressed your slight discomfort with the situation, but you had also expressed that you understood that it was his job. He knew there were boundaries he shouldn’t cross. So there you watched as the beautiful model draped themself over him. Jaehyo looked at you to see any discomfort in your face. 

This you didn’t mind, but what happened next nearly made you pop your top. The model leaned over, their lips brushing as the photographer got his images. Jaehyo didn’t seem surprised, as if he knew it would happen. When it all ended he looked at you only to find you had left. 

Jaehyo knew he should have told you, he didn’t want to freak you out. Now he was only filled with regret. He sighed to himself, knowing he would need to do a lot to get you to forgive him. 

Ukwon:

Ukwon had the tendency to snap when frustrated and that always lead to explosive arguments. They were always about little things and this time it was the same. 

“You want me to be around more?” He asked and you sighed. “You know what I mean.” You said and avoided eye contact. “Obviously I don’t. I’m not around enough? You do know what my job is right? Jesus Christ I earn the money that pays for the shit you own.” He snapped and you looked at him with disbelief. “Excuse me, I work too. You do know that right. Stop acting like I wouldn’t be able to survive without you.” You said and moved from the kitchen to your bedroom. 

“Watch me survive without you.” You called out while walking away and quickly started packing a suitcase when you reached your room. You didn’t want to be around him, not when he was acting like this. The tears fell from your eyes and while sobbing you left your house, slamming the door behind you. 

Ukwon would need a day or maybe even two to calm down after an argument like this one. If he was really in the wrong he would apologize with grand gestures. Roses, candles, maybe even a fancy dinner, just to say sorry.

B-Bomb/Minhyuk:

Minhyuk and Ukwon had been chosen to do a special dance with 2 female idols. Your relationship had been quiet to the public so the fact that everyone thought he was single, the dance was going to be intimate. 

You understood and you knew you shouldn’t have had issues with it, but they were practically having sex with clothes on and it was difficult to watch. You called Minhyuk over to the side of the practice room. He approached you with a smile and cupped your cheek sweetly. “I know what you are going to say and believe me, nothing is going to happen. Have a little faith, babe.” He said and pecked your lips. He always knew how to reassure you. 

Though the night of the show, you sat faithfully in the front row, ready to see him dance his heart out. Which he did, but the grand finale went too far for you. The idol he was dancing with wrapped their arms around his neck and pulled him in for a quick, yet sloppy kiss. You immediately got up from your seat, knowing you shouldn’t have believed his reassuring words. 

Minhyuk knew you were and he nearly immediately pushed his dance partner off of him afterwards. When he noticed you were gone, he immediately knew he was in the dog house. Minhyuk would rush home and try to explain the situation to you, hoping you would believe his distaste in the situation.

P.O/Jihoon:

Jihoon was so blissfully innocent. There were moments where you treasured this and there were moments when you wished he would be just a little less oblivious. Especially the moments when people flirted with him and he flirted back, not realising it. You had mentioned it to him and he said he would try to watch it a little. 

“Oh my god you are so funny!” The girl sitting at the table next to yours called out to Jihoon. “Really, Y/N doesn’t think so sometimes.”Jihoon laughed and you couldn’t help but frown more. “You are so cute too. I could just take you home and eat you up.” She called out and he smiled even brighter. SOmething about this stung, he seemed to genuinely enjoy her company more than yours. You waited until they were engrossed in covnersation before slipping away. 

You sent him a text explaining yourself and headed home, not wanting to see him at that moment. You understood that he didn’t, yet it frustrated and hurt you anyways. 

Once Jihoon recieved the text, he frowned. He didn’t want to hurt you, he never meant to hurt you. He would come back to the house, with the intentions to please. he would have a sweet smile on his face as he apologized to you and would shower you with love. 

A/N: i have been working on this all day and it was a really good way of getting my mind off of my mental breakdowns. 

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Werewolf!Block B when their love interest is a witch// Zico

A/N: omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg YES. But also in all seriousness, I’ve noticed every writer has their own take on the werewolf/fantasy world in general. So if I write something you’ve never heard of before it might just be one of my own headcanons of their world. Also, this was requested as a group but as I wrote, all of them began getting lengthy and decided it was better to release individually. It was suppose to be headcanons but I got carried away  (ಥ﹏ಥ)

  Taeil ❤ BBomb ❤ Jaehyo ❤ Ukwon ❤ Kyung ❤ Zico ❤ PO

Zico

...... yeah about that,,

he is, of course, the leader of the pack

alpha if you will (̶e̶y̶e̶r̶o̶l̶l̶)̶

so stumbling upon your witchy ass he’s extremely torn

he has has a vague idea how his pack will react but what about the ancestors?

what about you and the other witches?

what about other packs? Will they shame his? His love has nothing to do with them >:(

he has to keep them out of this

as much as it hurts him, he discusses it with you

he discusses how to keep you hidden

you don’t feel like you have another choice

you have to go along with his idea

it’s decided, you are now bartering with them

they give you hides, you give them potions or anything else your devilish hands decide to make ;)

Jiho lets everyone know about the new relationship partnership

while talking about it Pyo raises his hand,

Jiho sighs, “yes?”

“Does this mean we have a Little Red Riding Hood now?”

“  n   o  “ >:(((((

>:3c

ANYWAY,

another silent agreement was whenever you’d show up,

Jiho would either answer the door or someone would open the door and immediately go get him

You two would go into the backroom to “discuss fair trades” and you would leave

One day neither happens,

everyone is a little tense, 

Minhyuk leads you to the table and just begins chatting with you

the table has their side of the bargain, 

a hide and assorted bones you could powder and use for something

you couldn't care less about that right now

you have the stuff in your bag

but you’re not leaving, without, seeing, Jiho.

End of story

you’re running on autopilot not really listening to a damn thing he says

you think you’re hearing noises but no one else is acknowledging it

thuds and muffled screams

interrupting whatever he’s saying

“Where’s Jiho?” 

“He’s busy”

“With, what,?”

Your voice came out slow, crisp, and cold

the aggression in your voice was past his understanding

it’s not his fault

you just wanted to see your not-boyfriend

“Calm little thing, he’s just taking care of someone”

With the nickname and the story, you were done,

blowing by him, he doesn’t even try to stop you, just watches

you swing open the door

Jiho’s clothes are ripped all over

person below him is almost naked

Neither of them look very happy or pleasured,,,, but you’re too shocked to notice that right now mostly because,,,,,,

the other person is also a werewolf

“y/n, I can explain, plea-”

“So you just couldn’t handle the fact I was a witch”

“Noonononono, y/n, list-”

the person writhing underneath him

“No! I’m, DONE, just listening to you. I’m, DONE, hiding. And I’m DONE with you,,, Woo Jiho.”

On your shit storming way out, you just had to get a little more aggression out 

so,,,,

most of the boys were sitting at the table by now,,,

[y/n dont do this, please keep walking :”)]

You rained your bag of goodies onto the table 

you make sure you center your bag in front of Minhyuk though

things are rolling off, glass loudly clinking,

a few boys automatically jump up,

(Yukwon & Taeil, ngl )

“Here’s your delivery. Aren’t you just a bunch of good boys. Trying to stall me for your Master. Enjoy your treat”.

[why you gotta be like this y/n???]

you make your way out, of course, slamming the door.

eyes watching you make your way through the window

they only stop when they hear Jiho scream orders

“Jaehyo! Yukwon! Heeeelp please!”

They rush to his side,

“Look, this is your problem now. I’ll take your problem; y/n. Bonus: you’re in charge.”

He rushes out of the room.

Jaehyo goes to high five, ignoring the urgency of the situation

Yukwon gave him a halfhearted one just to humor him and focusing on the real situation 

Yukwon thinks to himself, “Out of everyone in the pack, Jaehyo? Really? Couldnt blurt out any other name?”

Thankfully you hadn’t got very far.

He strips and shifts anyway

Catching up, he blocks your way.

you walk to left,

he blocks.

you walk right,

he blocks.

You even try to go underneath him,

he lays down.

with that you just bury your face into his soft side (100% pun intended)

“Jiho. I don’t want to talk”

he whimpers a little

you don’t think very much and decide to crawl over him.

bad call.

he gets up and runs you back home.

his home. 

you thought about jumping off his back,

but you’re emotional, not dumb.

he communicates to the others to take you so he can shift back

they get you into a chair

“Look, y/n, I get it. You don’t wanna talk. But I know if you don’t, you’ll get ideas into that cute little head of yours and you’ll run away.”

you’re listening but not looking at him

He waits, 

for a reply, for a pout, for a huff, for something

receiving nothing.

“Fine. If you won’t listen to me I’ll to back to fucking in the backroom”

“You Ass!!”

“My point exactly! You already have ideas in your head. That werewolf back there, yeah, I don’t even know their name!”

At this point every one looks confused or furious (that’s you!)

“I don’t know their name because they were almost hunted. We saw them staggering around, they had wolfsbane in their system. I needed to get it out. We fight to try to get away from pain. Wrong place, wrong time. Thats it.”

it was silent

you still didn’t say anything

Zico huffs, “how are they?”

“Stable and asleep” Jaehyo replies.

“Up. You’re gonna go look at their wounds for yourself”

“No!”

“Now ya talk”

silence

“have I ever given you a reason to think I was unfaithful?”

you shake your head,

“not good enough answer”

“No, you havent!”

“When I told you i imprinted it wasn’t a lie,,, okay?”

“okay,,,”

“Good! Now go to my room to cool down.”

you refuse and just plop yourself on the cough

“i aint a dog” you think to yourself

you begin showing up more often

without goodies

after that day and the words exchanged, it didn’t need explanation

 you did eventually apologize though,

not especially to Minhyuk though

you still think he was kind of an ass that night