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230120 [JOOHEON] Universe Private Message

[lostinminhyuk]

minhyuk at the sf9 concert tonight!

(credits to the owners)

[wyllzel]

i know it's bc American institutions have essentially rebranded themselves as fashion labels (?) in Korea, but it will never not be mind-bending to see kpop idols wearing like. NFL and UCLA merch. like what does he know about the triumphs and defeats, the epic highs and lows of college football???

[marvelous-llama]

MONSTA X recs

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OT6

The Faculty by @iibonniee

The anti-love club by @dropsofletters

Public Adventures by @iibonniee

Neo Soeul series by @biffhofosho (Minhyuk, Hyungwon, Changkyun)

Monsta X Sleepy Morning Sex Wildcards by @muselin

fake dating by @taexual

one shots

Play It Cool by @btssmutgalore

Hyunwoo x fem!reader (wc - 13.5k) strangers to lovers fluff, smut After a rough breakup, Hyun-woo turned to Tinder for some fun. You, on the other hand, were trying to find a date for a family wedding. And then you matched.

Repair Work by @flurrys-creativity

Hyunwoo x fem!reader (wc - 1.6k) strangers to lovers - smut You totally forgot the appointment with the worker, who was supposed to change a device inside of your apartment. So when the door bell rang, you opened the door - barely dressed - which grabbed his attention.

More Than A Helping Hand by @sotteoks

Hyunwoo x fem!reader (wc - 6.9k) roommates to lovers, friends to lovers, university AU, rich kid!reader - fluff, smut your university roommate Hyunwoo is everything you wanted and then some.

series

one shots

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one shots

Just Touch by @sotteoks

Kihyun x fem!reader (wc - 2.5k) fwb - angst, smut the boundaries of your relationship with Kihyun always seem to get a little blurry in the heat of the moment.

Forgive Me by @multiphandomunnies

Kihyun x fem!reader (wc - 0.9k) idol!Kihyun, established relationship - angst, fluff, smut

merry go ´round by @1-800-shedevil

Kihyun x fem!reader (wc - 1k) newlyweds AU - fluff, smut

fighting fire by @seungkwansphd

Kihyun x fem!reader (wc - 6.7k) enemies to lovers, grumpy/sunshine trope - angst, fluff, light smut you’re more than happy to tag along on your friends’ lake trip when a spot opens up, but the host is out to get you. 8am hikes and full days of activities? no, you have a book to read!

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love is · · · by @jeonstellate

Kihyun x fem!reader mafia AU, arranged marriage - angst, fluff in a world where [first name] can only safely love one other person besides themselves, a simple favor changes everything.

one shots

a little jealousy by @lubbuub

Hyungwon x fem!reader (wc - 0.7k) friends to lovers? - smut

Circles of Marigolds by @thebiasrekkers

Hyungwon x fem!reader (wc - 16.8k) demon!Hyungwon, supernatural AU - angst, hurt/comfort, mature Hyungwon is a fiend whose cynicism has him trapped inside of an invisible prison. He’s only known those ruined walls for countless amounts of years. Resigning himself to his fate, a curious stranger appears and throws his world into a small bubble of controlled chaos.

Vixen by @biffhofosho

Hyungwon x OC (wc - 8.5k) strangers to lovers - smut Inside this room, he finds his doom.

A Shot Through the Heart by @biffhofosho

Hyungwon x fem!reader (wc - 17k) strangers to lovers, meet cute - fluff, smut, crack(ish) “You can’t catch feelings sucking tequila out of a stranger's bellybutton.”

series

bad news, good news & good news, bad news by @seungkwansphd

Hyungwon x fem!reader (wc - 2.9k + 5.4k) enemies > fwb > lovers, frat!Hyungwon, university AU - angst, smut, fluff after a breakup, you find yourself in the company of your self-proclaimed nemesis. you know as well as anyone that you two don’t get along, but your bodies have something different in mind.

middle of the night by @jooberry

Hyungwon x fem!reader (wc - 3.5k + 4.7k) fwb to lovers?, idol!Hyungwon - fluff, angst(ish), smut part 1, part 2

one shots

versace on the floor by @domjaehyun

Jooheon x fem!reader (wc - 1k) - smut

series

one shots

Pineapples by @taexual

Changkyun x fem!reader (wc - 3.3k) best friends to lovers - fluff Changkyun has had a crush on you for years but he was sort of terrible at flirting. And yet, who could have known that a debate on whether fruit belonged on pizza would finally lead to some long-overdue confessions?

tell me by @seungkwansphd

Changkyun x fem!reader (wc - 4.2k) fwb to lovers, mutual pining - fluff, angst, smut you and changkyun have been hooking up for a while now. both of you want more, but neither is willing to say it without some reassurance from the other end.

feel better by @moonhoures

Changkyun x fem!reader (wc - 2.1k) established relationship - fluff, smut

Drink You Deeply by @catkyunie

Changkyun x fem!reader (wc - 4.8k) mafia AU - smut The tension has been building for weeks between Changkyun and the boss of their little syndicate. Stolen glances, timed brushes in passing. Finally, the tension snaps.

Waiting For You by @prettywordsyouleft

Changkyun x fem!reader (wc - 2.9k) friends to lovers, mutual? pining - angst, fluff

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[jae-bummer]

The Color of Love

Request: If you're still accepting requests with that prompt list, I'd absolutely love to request 11/soulmate au with Jooheon if possible! 🥺 There are never enough MX fics, especially not adorable fluffy ones!

Prompt:

11) Soulmate AU

Pairing: Monsta X Jooheon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

.

Every love story was different, but always held the same three characteristics.

It could be ANYONE. Literally any person you pass on the street could be your soulmate. Didn't feel tiny in the expansive universe already?

It could happen at ANY time. Fifth grade math lesson? Accidental shoulder check at the grocery store? Awkward doctor's appointment? There was no telling where love would rear its ugly head.

Love in this new age? It always started with a burst of color.

"All I could see was this bright green going from my hand down my forearm," your best friend, Mina, rushed out excitedly. "It almost made me drop the weight I was holding."

"That's great, babe," you smiled, trying to be happy for her. "Who is the lucky guy?"

"His name is Hajoon," she continued dreamily. "I guess he'd seen me at the gym before but was too scared to say anything. Isn't that adorable?"

You would probably be going to Hell for not being over the moon for your best friend, but it was hard when you were still waiting.

Society put such an emphasis on finding your soulmate, it was impossible to think of much else. Going about your day, you tried to pay attention to who you brushed past or made casual physical contact with. That's how you would know.

When you touched your soulmate, color would bloom across your skin at the point of impact.

"Super cute," you sighed, avoiding eye contact. "So he saw you start to struggle and saved the day by spotting you?"

"Mhm," she hummed. "As soon as his fingers touched the back of my hand, it was like someone threw dye onto our arms. It was the craziest thing!"

"Sounds beautiful," you nodded, giving your best effort at a smile.

Clocking your failed attempts at support, Mina smiled sadly in return. "It's going to happen for you soon. I can feel it."

"Can you pass some of that feeling to me?" you grumbled. "I'd prefer not to ruin such a big day for my best friend."

"Hush," she cooed, wrapping an arm around you. "You haven't ruined anything. Sour mood or not, I have some good news."

"What's that?"

"Hajoon works for an entertainment company," she nodded. "He's an executive-"

"Cute AND rich?" you teased. "That IS some excellent news for you."

Smacking at your leg, Mina continued. "He asked if I wanted to go to a concert put on by his work. We have plans to meet up after, but do you want to go to the concert with me? He said I could bring a friend while he's working backstage on things."

"Why not?" you sighed. "Maybe I'll get elbowed in the crowd and accidentally find my soulmate."

"That's the spirit!"

.

A few days later, you allowed Mina to get you dressed up, acting as her doll for the night. You could admit that you were going through the motions as you followed her to the venue. Determined to make sure it was a good night for her, you put on as bright of a smile as you could when she handed you a light stick.

"The group is called Monsta X," she instructed. "They have six members, and their music is really exciting."

"Got it," you nodded, positive you had listened to their songs before. "Who's my favorite?"

"Not Hyungwon," she grinned. "He's my favorite."

"Point him out to me so I know to stay clear," you chuckled.

"We also have a high touch after," she said brightly, tugging you through the crowd.

"High touch," you confirmed, searching your brain for what exactly that meant. "Can't wait."

"You're going to have fun," Mina said slowly, looking over her shoulder at you. "I promise."

And she was right, the show was a blast. You had never experienced a live concert like Monsta X's before. The energy of the crowed literally radiated through your body. You were right that you had heard some of their music before and sang along to all of the songs you knew. Being lost in the crowd that was all feeling the same electricity was incredible. It's like you were one giant, synchronous being.

After the show, you were a bit flustered from all the activity, nearly forgetting you had a chance to meet the idols before leaving (yes, you did break down and ask Mina what exactly a high touch was). Allowing her to once again navigate you to where you needed to be, it wasn't long before you were thrust in front of the very men you had been howling at only minutes before.

Pushing you in front of her, Mina pointed to the first member facing your way for the high touch. "That's Hyungwon."

Assessing him, you could easily see why he was her favorite. Handsome was an understatement, this man was ethereal. "Yeeaah he is."

"Y/N," your friend giggled, giving you a slight push. Taking the few steps forward, you slapped your hand in his for a high five. The moment lasted only seconds but there was a bit of a rush to meeting a celebrity.

Next came a tall, tan, and buff member you would later learn was Shownu.

After, you locked eyes with the third member, remembering him as one of the vibrant mood makers of the group. He had been incredible on stage.

As your hand skid across his, you shot back with a gasp.

"Yah!" the member shouted, hopping backwards as well. His focus ricocheted from his palm to yours, mouth completely agape. Looking down in fascination, colors began to wrap around his wrist and trickle down his arm.

Shocked by what was happening, you glanced down at your own arm as well, getting lost in the cloud-like imagery blossoming across your skin.

Gasps erupted around you by both spectators and other Monsta X members. You couldn't help but feel like you did something wrong. Like you weren't allowed to have someone so interesting and good looking as a soulmate.

This simply could not be possible.

"Hey!" Jooheon yelled, bringing your attention back to him. He wasn't talking to you, but shouting at a staff member while aggressively waving them over. "Yo!"

Snapping out of it a bit, you took another step back, only to be slightly held up by Mina behind you. This was sensory overload to the nth degree.

"Y/N," she hissed, her own eyes darting across the scene. "Did...did you just sync up with Jooheon? Is he your soulmate?"

Jooheon. You had never heard his name before, but it just sounded right.

"I...I think so," you managed, not entirely believing what was happening.

A staff member had finally appeared, listening to Jooheon as he rapid-fired the situation to his manager. Occasionally shooting looks of surprise your way, he didn't stop talking until they had both sidled up to you.

"We're stepping away from the high touch," his manager explained, taking you by the elbow and guiding you towards an adjacent hallway. "The fan meet will continue without Joohoney."

"That's not fair," you said slowly, shaking your head. Glancing to the man you assumed you were tied to for life now, you heaved a sigh. "Your fans have waited so long for you."

Looking helplessly back and forth between you and his manager, Jooheon croaked. "But you're my soulmate."

"I'm not saying I'm going to disappear," you smiled reassuringly. "I'll just wait until you're done. I've waited this long."

Giving a curt nod, Jooheon's eyes searched your face for a moment. His lips pulled into a slow smile before he reached up, giving your nose a boop. Immediately, his manager's jaw dropped, presumably as color stretched across the middle of your face.

Pleased with himself, Jooheon turned on his heel and took up his spot behind the table again. Maintaining eye contact with you, he offered a dazzling smile.

"Alright," his manager breathed out on a sigh. "Let's get you backstage, shall we?"

.

Lost in your phone, trying to explain what was going on to the friend you had abandoned, you almost didn't notice him walk in.

Hearing the quiet click of the door closing, your head immediately snapped up to see Jooheon leaning against the entrance. His expression was full of hope, with a fringe of excitement. You could tell he was trying to reign in his enthusiasm. Judging by how hard he went on the stage; he seemed like a very reactive person. This quiet and careful side of him wasn't something you had really expected.

You supposed you had a lot to learn.

Crossing the room slowly, he took a seat on the coffee table in front of the couch you were sitting on. He bracketed your knees with his, creating an intimate space between the two of you.

Without hesitation, he took your hands gently between his, a light purple color already blooming from your fingertips. "Y/N, right?"

You barely remembered telling his manager your name, so he likely got passed the information.

"That's me."

"My soulmate."

You nodded weakly, looking from your joined hands and back up to his face. He smiled again before lifting your fingers to his mouth and kissing each tip in turn. As he did, it was like dropping food coloring into a glass of water. Different hues clouded out of your joints and went swirling around your skin. It was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen.

Glancing up, you were immediately struck by the bright blue peppering Jooheon's mouth like ink blots. Slowly the color started to fade as your skin had lost contact with his mouth, but you still felt mesmerized by the whole experience.

"You're so beautiful," you said quietly, your eyes locking on his.

He gave you a close-lipped smile before tilting his head. Narrowing his eyes, he lifted his arm, and traced a small line on your cheekbone. You didn't have to see the result yourself to know that the visual had just as much of an effect on him as it did you.

"This is beautiful," he finally responded, dropping his hands to gather yours again. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of it."

"Me either," you breathed.

"I guess it gives me an excuse to hold your hand," he grinned, his eyes disappearing as it grew.

"You didn't need an excuse in the first place!" you laughed. "You're my soulmate now. You can hold my hand whenever you want."

"My soulmate," he whispered again. Each time he had voiced the words, there was a constant undertone of wonder.

"I don't think I'll get tired of hearing you say that," you chuckled, sure a blush was blazing across your face.

Jooheon furrowed his brows in thought. "Did you come to the show today as a fan? Was I your favorite?"

You coughed out a surprised laugh.

"It would be really awkward if you had a different favorite. If it was someone else, don't tell me who...

Okay, who was it?"

You continued to laugh as you shook your head. "I was only ever a casual fan. My friend had tickets and insisted I tag along. I promise I will be a Monbebe going forward, and you will always be my favorite."

"Damn right," he muttered. "And stay away from Minhyuk. He's more charming than I'd ever admit to him, and I don't want you getting caught in his cute little clutches."

"I will remain unshaken in my loyalty," you affirmed with a smirk. Plus, you had no idea who Minhyuk was, so that helped.

It was crazy to think of. If Mina didn't bring you here today, would you have ever discovered that Jooheon existed? Let alone that he was your soulmate?

You didn't want to think too hard on it. The universe worked in mysterious ways that you didn't expect to ever be privy to.

"So..." you hummed, glancing at Jooheon through your lashes. "What now?"

"Everything," he grinned, squeezing your hand. "We only have forever to figure out what happens next."

[just-some-random-blogger]

kpop masterlist

🍓 = fluff themes

❄️ = angst themes

🚧 = smut themes

🤸‍♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is

🚀 = crack fic themes

🎩 = dark and/or violent themes

🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc

🍳 = slow burn

🦕 = personal favorite

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Memory | 🍓❄️🦕 Kim Byeongkwan x Reader + Park Junhee x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

Ateez

Only One | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🦕 CEO!Choi San x Reader

BigBang

It’s An Act [WBU I] | ❄️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

Smoke | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

BTS

Runaway | 🍓❄️🏩 Mafia!Kim Seokjin (Jin) x Reader (Mafia AU) Preview 1 2 3 4 x

Mah Boyfriend | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🦕 Jung Jungkook x Idol!Reader

BTOB

Hidden Heart | 🍓🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🚀🍳 Lee Minhyuk (HUTA) x Idol!Reader [Headcanon]

Day6

A University Dilemma | 🤸‍♀️ Kang Younghyun (Young-K) x Reader (Univeristy AU)

What A Joke | ❄️ Kang Younghyun (Young K) x Reader + Park Jaehyung x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

So... Haha... I Like You | 🍓🦕 Park Jaehyung x Reader (Fake Dating AU)

EXO

Wheel Of Fortune | 🍓🍳🚀 Park Chanyeol x Reader [Headcanon]

Welcome To The Jungle | 🚀🚀🚀🏩 Park Chanyeol & Oh Sehun (Jungle AU)

Maybe We Still Have A Shot [WBU III] | 🍓🍓🏩 CatHybid!Oh Sehun x Reader (University AU)

Unrequited Attraction | 🚧🏩🍳🦕 Mafia!Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Retail Worker!Reader

Color Palette | 🍓 Byun Baekhyun x Reader [Blurb]

Brown Leaves | 🍓 Kim Jongin (Kai) x Reader (University AU)

GOT7

One Million In One Day | 🍓🍓❄️❄️🍳 Sugar Daddy!Jackson Wang x Reader Preview ~ Alternate Moodboard ~ Moodboard Teaser  1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 

Car Rides | 🍓 Jackson Wang x Reader [Blurb]

Juice Box | 🍓🚀🏩🦕 Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam x Reader [Blurb] (Pre-Schooler AU)

Somewhere In Between | ❄️❄️Civil Engineer!Park Jinyoung x Reader + Architect!Henry Lau x Reader

Trading Secrets | 🍓🍓 Kim Yugyeom x WangSis!Reader

JYJ

Winning Losses | ❄️ Kim Jaejoong x Idol!Reader

Monsta X

Introspect | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Jooheon x Reader [Blurb]

Letting Off Steam | 🤸‍♀️ Lee Hoseok (Wonho) x ArtStudent!Reader (University AU)

NCT

Seventeen

December Dates | 🍓🚀 bf!Seventeen x Reader [Headcanon]

The Stroke Of Midnight | 🍓❄️🏩🦕 Mafia!Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Reader

Here's My Problem: I Can't Get You Out Of My Head | ❄️❄️❄️🎩🎩🎩🏩🍳🦕 Detective!Jeon Wonwoo x Actress!Reader

10 Ways To Get Over Gyu | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🍳🦕 Kim Mingyu x Reader + others (Childhood AU)

Half Of My Heart | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳 Kim Mingyu x Reader + Jeon Wonwoo x Reader (CEO AU)

On A Thread | ❄️❄️ CEO!Joshua Hong (Hong Jisoo) x Nurse!Reader

SF9

A Final Offering | 🍓🍓❄️🏩🦕 Deity!Kim Inseong & Child!Reader + Baek Juho (Zuho) x Mom  

What Does It Mean? | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️ Kim Inseong x Reader + Lee Jaeyoon x Reader (University AU) 

16th Floor | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Kim Seokwoo (Rowoon) x Reader (Office AU)

SHINee

Understand This |❄️ Choi Minho x Reader I Don’t Understand [Understand This II] | ❄️ Choi Minho x Reader

It’s All A Big Joke [WBU II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Th-that’s Not | ❄️❄️🚧🦕 Lee Taemin x Reader Regrets [Th-that’s Not II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Angel Bride | ❄️🚧🏩🦕 Pirate!Lee Taemin x Reader

Noona, You're So Pretty | 🍓 Lee Taemin x Noona!Reader

Stray Kids

Professional Boundaries | 🍓❄️🚧🦕 CEO!Bang Chan x Pre-School Teacher!Reader + CEO!Hwang Hyunjin x Pre-School Teacher!Reader 1 2 3 4 

Bootylicious | 🍓🚀 Bang Chan x Idol!Reader

Super Junior

The Soup | 🍓🍓🚀🚀 SuJu x SuJu Maknae!Reader [Headcanon]

Secrets Of A Maknae | 🍓🚀🚀 Kim Heechul x SuJuMaknae!Reader

The Boyz

Gentle With Me | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Sangyeon x Reader

TVXQ!

Pitter-Patter | 🍓 Jung Yunho (U-Know) x Reader (Pre-School Teacher AU)

The Art Of Deception | ❄️🎩🏩 Shim Changmin x Reader (Secret Agent/Spy AU)

TXT

Forget About It | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳🦕 Choi Soobin x Reader (University AU)  

WINNER

I’m Not Playing | 🍓❄️❄️ Gangster!Song Minho (Mino) x Reader 1 2 3 

[biffhofosho]

HONEY SPAM

HONEY SPAM

HONEY SPAM

I've finally got my act together. Let's goooooooooooooooo.

[iibonniee]

Little Flirt | Son Hyunwoo drabble

Hii im so glad you're back! For the drabble can i request shownu in his flirty mode pls i think its gonna be so hot and funny at the same time lol

Pairing: Son Hyunwoo x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: G

Word Count: 0.6k

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Hyunwoo was always on the calmer side. Easy to chat with, funny at random times, and levelheaded. It’s why Y/N fell in love with the man. Not only did he know how to make her laugh extremely hard when not even trying, but the man was sometimes in his own universe.

She had figured accepting his offer to join him and his groupmates for a night out would be enjoyable. After all, they were all collectively hilarious when given a proper chance, and having all seven of them in a room paired with alcohol was always a treat.

With a drink in her hand and the bar counter holding her up, she enjoyed the slight buzz as she watched Minhyuk and Jooheon take up the dance floor as if they were the only two. It was rather funny because, of course, they weren’t. They were somewhat oblivious that they were getting dirty looks from the crowd around them as their arms were thrown in the air, entirely off-beat for the song that was playing.

Y/N had known it would only be a matter of time before Hyunwoo would step in to calm them down and hopefully stop the encouraging shouts from Kihyun and Hyungwon.

Her eyes scanned the area, trying to look for her lover but to no avail. Glancing around, she noticed he had seemingly disappeared into the crowd. She wasn’t sure how long he had been gone or where he went. Pushing herself away from the bar, she did her best to try to find the male.

“Hello, beautiful,” The sudden voice whispered into her ear surprised her. Whipping her face around, she was greeted by a very drunken Hyunwoo. His brown eyes were laced with excitement, and what she could guess was some drive to get her. “You here alone?”

The question had her snort. This side of Monsta X’s leader was rare to see. Flirty and without a care in the world. Her smile was hard to hide as he waited patiently for her answer, just as he does when sober.

“We literally came here together, Hyunwoo.” Y/N snorted, watching as her lover’s face morphed into surprise.

“How do you know my name?” His shocked tone had the girl laughing even harder. He stared into space, trying to remember in his drunken daze if he had said anything to her about who he was. “I was staring at you all night. You’re so beautiful.”

The scene in front of her was hilarious. She enjoyed watching her lover jump from one thing to another in a few seconds.

“Are you perhaps single?” He questioned, scooting closer to her. With how close he was to her, she could smell the alcohol that laced his breath.

“I’m not.” She watched as his shoulders fell in defeat, “God, you are on another level when you’re drunk, Nunu. I love it. You’re my boyfriend.”

Watching his posture change the second he heard her say that he was her boyfriend, the look on his face became more smug, not unafraid to touch her.

“I knew that.” He waved his free hand aimlessly as his other one wrapped around her shoulder, “Just wanted to test you.”

She knew that he did, in fact, not know that. She snorted, glancing away from her partner.

“The room is spinning, but your face is pretty clear. You’re absolutely gorgeous.” Hyunwoo spoke up, gripping the bar to keep himself upright. “Can I get your number?”

She stayed silent, glancing at her lover and then back at the other intoxicated members. The smile that slowly inched her face caused Hyunwoo to grin triumphantly. She wasn’t sure how she would manage to watch seven grown drunken men, but she knew she could manage. After all, Hyunwoo could manage watching six of them.

[honey-andmilktea]

-ˏˋ⋆𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭⋆ˊˎ-

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬/𝐀𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

🤎𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: WTM!Stray Kids x LAL!Characters | 🌙𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Welcome to Maniac x Live a Little Universe, College AU, Strangers to Lovers, Crack Fic, Multiple Ships, SMAU, Forced Proximity | ❌𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Smut, Curses, Vulgar Language, Stalking/Obsessive Behavior

🍁𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Kim Jooheon is a regular overworked college senior with a dark secret. Lee Minho is the campus black cat and just wants to graduate with his own secret, he has a stalker. What happens when these two are forced to interacte? What'll happen when Minho finds out the identity of said stalker?

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[mymoodwriting]

Beyond The Stars

F!Reader x EXO

Genre: Amnesia AU, EXO Universe/Planet

Warning: Angst, Hallucinations, Drugs, Revelations, Resurrection

Words: 1.9K

Chapter Eighteen

(Prev//Next)

Prompt: You’re the most important thing to EXO, you’ve been with them for years, and when you wind up missing, it greatly upsets them. Their journey to find you and bring you home starts a chain of events that leads to facing their own greatest fears, making unlikely allies, traveling to other worlds again and finally gathering the strength to take down their greatest enemy. Along the way you get to see their true colors and fall in love all over again, although you might come to realize you don’t like what you see in the mirror.

@suhappysuho @starillusion13

“She knows she’s home.”

Suho and Chanyeol were still processing what they had just discovered, but the others needed to know as well. There wasn’t much to explain, but everyone agreed that you needed space. No one was happy about the situation, but they also had another pressing matter at hand. All the preparations were complete, so now they just needed the start. Lay was in the water, Jooheon and Shownu having been the ones to volunteer and get in with him. Of course the difficult part was getting Kihyun into the in-between. There was no real certain way to do so, meaning the only option was for Kai to teleport with them.

It was something rather quick, and then Kai was in the water with Kihyun. He passed him over to Lay who gently fed him an elixir. Jooheon and Shownu both drank the same thing, laying back in the water and closing their eyes. The others could only watch on in silence. There was tension now between both groups. Besides the revelation of what had happened to Kihyun, there was now your past and disappearance. Still, the priority was Kihyun, so all they could do was hope for the best.

♥♥♥♥♥

To close your eyes and open them again to endless darkness was quite frightening. The fear was present only for a moment before Jooheon realized he wasn’t alone. Next to him was Shownu and Lay.

“Where are we?”

“The in-between.” Lay explained. “An endless void.”

“So Kihyun is here somewhere?” Shownu asked.

“In theory, but there’s no guarantee.”

“How do we find him?”

“You both have to seek him out. If he’s here, he’ll let you find him.”

“But where?”

“I don’t know. This place creates hell for those that get stuck, I can’t imagine where he’d be.”

“So, it’s up to us.” Jooheon confirmed. “What exactly do we do if we find him?”

“If you find you need to bring him back here, and together we can leave.”

“That’s it?”

“It might sound easy, but it’s not. Trust your gut, and good luck.”

“Thanks.”

For the sake of staying together Jooheon and Shownu remained close, walking in the darkness. Neither knew when Lay had disappeared, but it was just the two of them now. They kept walking aimlessly until they heard a loud crash noise and were blinded by a strong white light. When they regained their vision they found themselves on an abandoned road. Shownu had no idea where he was, but Jooheon recognized the place immediately.

“Kihyun…”

Jooheon soon found Kihyun running down the road, chasing down the car before it crashed. As much as he wanted to change things, he knew it wasn’t possible. At least not here.

“Kihyun!”

Jooheon chased after his friend, and soon Shownu was aware of what was going on. The two followed after the other until the car crashed and he stopped. 

“Kihyun, please.” Jooheon begged. “You have to let go.”

It didn’t seem that Kihyun was listening, and soon enough the car reappeared on the road and drove past the trio. Kihyun chased after it again, and the two followed. Shownu managed to catch up and hold Kihyun back.

“Let go! I have to-”

“I’m right here.” Jooheon grabbed Kihyun. “I’m right here, I’m okay.”

“Jooheon?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s me.”

“You’re alive.”

“Yes, yes I am, and so are you.”

“Huh?”

“You can let go. We’re both okay.”

They all heard the car crash again and looked over. Kihyun stared at the scene before him, gripping Jooheon’s arms tightly.

“Let’s go home.” Jooheon said. “Together.”

There wasn’t much they could do but walk away from the crash. Eventually everything faded to black and they were walking in a void. When Lay had appeared he called out to them. Kihyun was so excited to see such an old friend, but the reunion would have to wait a moment. They all held hands and closed their eyes, placing their trust into Lay.

♥♥♥♥♥

When Jooheon opened his eyes he gasped, getting his feet under him. He could see that Lay was awake, and so was Shownu, although Kihyun was still unconscious. Before he could ask anything Kihyun opened his eyes, taking in a deep breath.

“Kihyun!”

All the others jumped into the water to greet their brother, overjoyed to see him alive. While everyone was caught up with that, Baekhyun snuck away from the scene, wanting to look for you. It wasn’t long before he found you locked up in one of the rooms, he knocked, but he already knew your answer.

“Go away.”

“Y/n, please let me explain.”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

Baekhyun couldn’t understand much, but he knew he had hurt you. He sat down, leaning against your door. Even if you didn’t want to hear it he had to be honest.

“I’m sorry… there’s so much we should have told you before, but we just didn’t know how.” Baekhyun sighed. “We called this planet, this place, home for a very long time. Everything was good and we didn’t notice RF’s presence growing until it was too late. They captured us, and we were their prisoners for months… perhaps longer… when we finally escaped we weren’t in good condition, and somehow wound up at your place. Even though we were complete strangers you were so kind to us and helped us without question. Of course it wasn’t long before RF tracked us down. We knew we couldn’t just leave you for RF to find, so we took you with us.”

“… but why did you make me forget?” “It’s not like we could bring you home anytime soon…”

“Were you ever gonna tell me?”

“Honestly… I’m not sure. We had no idea you were close to Wonho and the others.”

“I don’t remember them… can I recover those memories?”

“You’d have to ask Lay, but those memories are buried deep… do you hate us?”

“I don’t know…”

At that moment Wonho came over. He was still a bit wet, but he wanted to talk to you. Baekhyun stood up as he came to the door, knocking and letting you know it was him. To Baekhyun’s jealousy you opened the door a bit.

“Hi.”

“Hey, do you think you could come out for a bit, so we can talk.”

You carefully opened the door and stepped out. Wonho gave you a smile, putting you at ease. Although you couldn’t look over at Baekhyun.

“Why are you wet?”

“We woke up Kihyun.”

“You did!? That’s great news.”

“Yeah. The others are examining him to make sure everything is good, but I wanted to check in with you. How are you?”

“I’m not sure… everything is fine but I don’t know who I am anymore… I’m not sure I ever did…”

“I’m glad you’re alive.”

“What was my life like?”

“You were incredible, very intelligent, had a nice job and your own place. Although I do need to apologize for something.”

“For what?”

“I, and the rest of my brothers, disappeared without a word. We made you worry so much, and then when we came back we couldn’t give you an explanation.”

“What happened?”

“It’s a long story. Why don’t we step out for a bit.”

“Sure.”

Baekhyun wanted to protest about you leaving the house, but he knew you wouldn’t listen to him right now. Even if things weren’t good between them right now, he still trusted Wonho to look after you, so he let the two of you go. The two of you walked together in silence for a while. The fresh air was nice, and it helped clear your mind.

“Wonho.”

“Hm?”

“How do you know EXO?”

“It’s a rather long story.” Wonho began. “Me and my brothers had our own troubles, and EXO came to our aid. They helped us out and took us under their wing. We learned about plants and their abilities, but we also drew unwanted attention. RF captured us all, one by one. They experimented on us and questioned us about EXO, but we didn’t know much.”

“But you got out.”

“We tried to escape, but that didn’t work, so… Hyungwon made a deal. He gave Baekhyun up in exchange for our freedom. I don’t know what happened after that.”

“So then what happened with me?”

“I was trying to put things back together, so I went to see you one night to catch up, and the next day you were gone. I feared it was RF, but I couldn’t do anything about it. The others told me that I had to let go, and for that I am so sorry.”

“Even if you did try to look for me, I doubt you would have found me.”

You and Wonho stopped when you heard a noise, looking around and seeing Hyungwon. Wonho immediately stepped in front of you, but you grabbed his arm. You knew there was tension between the two, but you didn’t want anyone getting hurt.

“What do you want?” Wonho spat. 

“I merely want to help fill in the gaps. I overheard you talking, and I thought you might want to know the truth.”

“About what?”

“The night y/n disappeared.”

“You know what happened to me?” You questioned. 

“I do. You see the night Wonho went to see you is the night EXO escaped. With the limited power they had, Kai teleported to the nearest person he trusted. That happened to be Wonho. He was at your place moments before they appeared, so that’s how EXO wound up in your backyard.”

“So it was my fault…” Wonho mumbled. “I’m the reason-”

“No.” You interrupted. “You can’t possibly blame yourself for something like that.”

“She’s right.” Hyungwon said. “Somethings are fated to happen, you can’t blame yourself for that night.”

“Was I always meant to meet EXO? To be close to them?”

“As far as Tao could see into the future, the answer was always yes.”

“Tao?”

“He would have loved to meet you, all of the others would.”

“Others…”

“What is it that you’re doing here?” Wonho asked. “No one’s exactly happy with you right now.”

“I know, but I want to help.”

“How?”

“I have a message for EXO. The base is the same, and the security system will be shut down in two days for scheduled maintenance. That’ll be the best time to strike, and this is only the beginning.”

“You expect me, us, to believe that?”

“I haven’t enjoyed my time with RF. Everything has a purpose, but I hope you’ll relay my message.”

Hyungwon left without another word. You had a lot to ponder now, but you knew it was best to get back to the others. When you returned your boys expressed their worries, but you assured them that you were okay. You still needed space, but you promised not to run off. Even if he didn’t like it, Wonho still relayed the message, and now everyone was on the same page.

“That’s why you came back.” Minhyuk said. “You want to destroy RF.”

“We won’t run anymore.” Xiumin stated.

“We’d appreciate a hand.” Chen added. “But you don’t have to. They’ve done enough to you guys.”

“All the more reason to assist.” Changkyun said. “It sounds like payback.”

“Am I included in this?”

Everyone looked over to see Hyungwon had made an appearance. Although he set his sight onto Kihyun, and the two stared at each other.

“Hyungwon…”

“It’s good to see you again.” Hyungwon smiled. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah…”

“I can help with this plan. I know the base inside and out, but I understand you don’t trust me.”

“That may be the case.” Suho said. “But I don’t think you’d be here if you were truly untrustworthy.”

“You trust me?”

“I believe you have valuable information you’re willing to give us. Don’t you agree?”

“I do.”

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— about kingsoowolves

amanda, she/her, brazilian, 30 years old, sagittarius

lawyer, eng to ptbr translator, language and literature student, lover of all things involving art (music, movies, shows, books, dance, paintings), fangirl.

been on tumblr for quite some time (04/2010) and through many fandoms. you may know me as your thg/everlark, got/asoiaf/jonsa or swiftie mutual. i'm still on all those fandoms, but kpop took over my life a little bit.

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Le Cirque du Fantasme | Part Three

Word Count: 13.1k

A/N: IN UNDER THE FUCKING WIRE. I am never, ever proofing 20k on the same day I need to publish, especially when I have to work and hand out Halloween candy. I am so sorry if the editing is sloppy. I'll fix it when I'm not seconds away from passing out on my keyboard.

I really really really hope you enjoy. I love this universe, and I'm super proud of it.

Cvr | 01 | 02 | 03

Minhyuk couldn’t be more eager. He shoots to the pool of silk and waits for his fellow aerialist to disentangle himself from their starlet and join him. They fan out the ribbons and snap them like bed sheets until they are twice as wide as Mariam ever realized.

Jooheon offers his hand, and she takes it as he leads her to the mat. With her standing, they flare one ribbon around her neck and shoulders and then criss-cross it with the other around her whole back. When they are satisfied, they push her back, two of the men supporting her sides until she is laying in a cradle of silk.

“Comfortable?” Changkyun asks as he looks down on her with the vaguest hint of a smile.

“I’m good,” she answers.

Minhyuk crosses her legs at the ankles so he can wrap one of the silks around it and then wrap the other in the same fashion around her opposing ankle. He then ties them off together in a charming bow that tickles the back of her calves.

She’s immobile now, swinging in the air like meat in a smokehouse, and as she twists, she sees she’s admired with the exact same kind of craving.

“You really are an artist, Min,” praises Jooheon, a finger nibbled between his teeth as he ogles her.

“I have a beautiful canvas,” the aerialist replies cavalierly.

“That you do.”

Changkyun runs a finger from her knee down to her hip to toy with the hem of the bodysuit. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to. The way those black eyes glide like oil along her body to her face makes her quiver. Though her legs are secured, her hands flounder on her belly as she waits.

“Will this hurt?” she asks as she studies the two sylphs bookending her.

Jooheon shakes his head as he massages her calf. “You couldn't be in more capable hands. Would you like to see?”

“Okay,” she says shakily.

“Gentlemen…”

Both aerialists hover over her, their smiles unique though their gentleness mirrors the other’s.

“We performers are nothing if not in total control at all times,” assures Changkyun. “Let us show you all the ways we can please you.”

Changkyun produces an ice cube between his fingers, and as he twists it, it scatters honeyed light brighter and brighter and brighter around her. Only then does she notice that a flame flickers on Minhyuk’s fingertip. He brings it closer to the ice cube, and Jooheon whispers lowly, “Open your mouth.”

Mariam does, and chilly drops of water explode on her tongue. She can’t help it—she moans.

“Tastes good, right?” says the redhead. “Let’s shift the balance a bit though.”

The flame on Minhyuk’s finger doubles in size so he had to hold it between his thumb now, too. This time, the cube melts completely in Changkyun’s palm. Slowly, the air sylph tips his cupped hand, and the water drizzles not in her mouth but along the open swath of her collarbone. It sizzles against her skin like candle wax, and she hisses and writhes and, again, her moan cannot be held back.

“Not all pain hurts the same. Some of it can be addictive.”

Changkyun’s barely finished his sentence before she’s pleading with huge, green eyes, “Please, more!”

The trio of men laugh.

“You were right,” says Minhyuk through his chuckle.

“Dreams are just a window to the heart,” replies Jooheon. “Let’s take things to the next level.”

“Up she goes,” announces Changkyun a minute later, and suddenly, she is rising.

As she ascends, she spirals, and Mariam glances to the left in time to see the blue-haired man hiking up the cable until her body is level with their faces, like a dumbwaiter bringing their meal to them.

Minhyuk holds her cheeks, and from this vantage, she has a dizzying inverted view of his sensual lips.

“Well, hello there,” he says before he pecks her on the lips.

She only has a moment to savor the sweetness of the encounter before he strokes the edge of her face and then dives in for another kiss. The upside-down angle allows the surface of his tongue to stroke her fully, and she tastes him completely—his pervasive heat and spicy cinnamon depths with a smoky aftertaste that lingers like a memory she’s never made but still feels like a part of her.

Mariam gets lost in his mouth until she feels scintillating pressure at her clothed sex. She has to tear her lips from Minhyuk’s just to breathe. When she lifts her head, she finds Jooheon’s eyes peering at her from around her trussed legs. She can’t see his mouth, but she can tell from his rainbow-arched eyes that he’s grinning.

“How’s that feel?” he asks, and a moment later, the pressure deepens until she feels an intrusion between her lower lips despite the lycra’s firm resistance.

Her head lolls back, and she lets out a pitiful sob. “I want more…”

Jooheon’s eyes firm up, and his gaze flicks between his two friends. “You heard the lady.”

Minhyuk shuffles to her side while Changkyun takes the opposite, and everything seems to happen at once. It may have been her own fault because it was exactly what she’d asked for, but the deluge of hedonism that follows completely overwhelms her.

Changkyun guides her sin-slackened lips to his, and while he numbs her mouth with a messy kiss, Minhyuk gropes her chest. The fabric of the bodysuit is unforgiving, pressing, pressing, pressing against her while it binds, but the fire sylph’s heat penetrates anyway. She arches into his hand and wishes for more, though she is too high for him to indulge in fully.

Or so she thinks.

“As darling as you look in this,” comes the silken voice beside her, “it is spoiling my fun.”

Mariam turns her head from Changkyun and finds Minhyuk hovering now. He doesn’t seem to have wings like Wonho, yet he’s clearly levitating. Again, it’s probably something she should be more shocked about, but it feels so natural, especially since it allows him to touch her exactly the way she yearns to be touched.

The fire sylph lifts the costume’s neckline roughly so that the chill of autumn can finally kiss her skin, and the next thing Mariam knows, his fingertip is scarlet, and he draws a line through the center of the bodysuit down to her navel. With the surgical precision of a laser, he burns through the fabric. The acrid sting of smoke singes the air. Her tits bounce free, her nipples hardening instantly, and Minhyuk tilts in the air so that he can bring the tip of that scorching tongue to her aching bud.

The sensation is intense, like the first kiss of a flame to a wick, and she ignites. Her back lifts in the ribbons as she tugs on them to deepen the arch into the aerialist’s mouth. Minhyuk swirls that red-hot tongue around her puckering edges, and while she’s never been particularly sensitive there, it feels like her every nerve ending has convened in his mouth.

She whimpers, but that is met with a soft tsk-tsk.

“Mariam.”

She lifts her head and strains all of her attention toward the ringmaster peering at her from behind her thighs.

“You know we’re performers, right?” he says.

“Right.”

“So it’s very important to us that you don’t hold anything back. The louder you are, the better we know we’re pleasing you.”

“But what about the people backstage?” she asks with a worried brow.

Jooheon smirks. “Well, maybe that's just an added bonus for me. I like to rub it in a little that the most beautiful girl who's ever walked into this tent chose me.”

Minhyuk selects that exact moment to engulf her nipple in his hot, wet mouth, and Mariam cries out at full force this time. Instead of pulling on the ribbons, she forks her hand through his hair and crushes him against her breast as she pants.

Her mouth is already hanging open, so it’s easy for Changkyun to turn her back to him, and he helps himself to it. His frozen tongue running over hers has her nipples tightening even further, which makes the sylph at her chest hum with pleasure. Minhyuk takes to nibbling the hardened flesh as his big hand slithers across her ribs to her other breast to tug and pinch with just the right pressure.

“Oh my god,” she breathes between heavy kisses. “Oh my god.”

“Now, that’s what I’m talking about,” Jooheon murmurs, pleased. “Off to a great start. Let’s send you over the edge though and see just how needy you can get.”

Fingers hook at last around the seat of the ruined bodysuit, and once it’s pulled to the side, her body temperature plummets. Were it not for the fire brand of Minhyuk’s mouth on her, she would be shivering.

“Boys?”

Both Minhyuk and Changkyun lift their heads to look at the ringmaster.

“You have to see this,” says Jooheon.

The sylphs answer his call, and Mariam lifts her head to see where they’ve gone only to find them lined up in a handsome row, all three pairs of eyes fixed to her exposed pussy. Minhyuk has his arms propped on Jooheon’s shoulders, and Jooheon has an arm wrapped around Changkyun’s waist. Each man smiles drunkenly.

“Now, isn’t that the prettiest sight you’ve ever seen?” the ringmaster asks.

Suddenly, a tongue blazes up the length of her seam, and Mariam cries out before she sags in her basket of ribbons.

“Tastiest thing ever, too, mm-mm,” muses Minhyuk.

Changkyun shakes his head with a tsk-tsk-tsk.  “You’re absolutely dripping wet, princess. And I thought you were so innocent.”

Jooheon lets out a little chuckle. “Not our wild little Mariam here. Let me show you.”

The ringmaster draws the air sylph in closer, and just as he did with her at the ticket booth, he brushes his lips against his friend’s. Jooheon barely has time to come up for air before the fire sylph yanks their leader by the neck and jerks his lips to his as well.

It’s just a quick graze, but the sight unearths yet another primitive desire she’d never realized she’d been harboring.

Jooheon pulls back and suckles on his bottom lip. His already thin eyes are razor blades as he utters darkly, “You taste like her.”

Minhyuk chuckles. “Couple more minutes and we all will.”

The redhead leaves his friends’ sides to take up alongside Mariam’s. Since she’s hanging high up, he rests his chin on her shoulder and studies her like she’s the mythical creature instead of him. “You really are full of surprises, sweet Mariam.”

“I don’t know what that means,” she replies, but each word shakes as hard as her heart.

Minhyuk runs his spindly fingers back through her hair to free it from under her neck, and it dangles like the spare ribbons below her. He looks at her with such admiration that her throat goes dry. Slowly, he leans forward to kiss her cheek.

“You will.”

This time when the fire sylph takes her tits in his hot hands, he pulls a little rougher on her nipples, and she moans sharply. Everything inside her contracts, and the silks jostle the fasteners in the rafters. There’s no hiding her overwhelming arousal. Mariam feels it, especially when a jet of cold air rushes over the exposed mess. Instead of a shiver, she throbs and feels a different kind of tremor rip through her as she leaks a little more.

Changkyun quits blowing on her so he can instead whistle sharply next to Jooheon. “Shit. She’s dripping on the floor now? Unbelievable.”

“Enough’s enough,” growls Jooheon as he shoos away his fellow performer. “Time to dig in.”

While the air sylph bookends Mariam’s free side, behind her thighs, she feels a fingertip gloss up the arc of her ass to, at last, push into her eager core. Her breath catches, even as Minhyuk continues his play at her nipples and Changkyun sucks a patch at her throat. As good as everything feels, her whole being has centered on the welcome intrusion in her walls.

Jooheon withdraws his finger to the tip and pushes back in to the filthy symphony of her arousal.

“Wow,” he whispers, “you truly are a good listener, baby. Even your pussy is nice and loud.”

As if to hammer home the point, his finger picks up speed to coax forth a lurid squelching. It’s mortifying, but the friction is so delicious that Mariam sheds the last of her conservative pretenses. There’s no point in hiding how badly she has yearned for this kind of adoration, especially since there’s nothing she can do to hide the shamelessness between her legs.

The dark corners of her mind have been whispering temptations too illicit to ever admit, but Jooheon knows what she’s always been too afraid to acknowledge. She longs to be a buffet of sin that these beautiful men need to devour. She wants to be admired and used and reused until she can barely walk.

“Feels so good,” she whines.

“Do you want to feel more?” probes the ringmaster.

“So much more!”

“Good because so do we.”

Jooheon fixes that fabulous mouth to her core, and stars shoot across Mariam’s eyes. Her hands lash out this time for the two sylphs, and both of them hum delightedly at her touch. The dream-eater’s tongue is nowhere near as scalding as Minhyuk’s, but it is diligent and targeted. It should come as no surprise that someone whose career revolves around his skill with his mouth is a master between the legs, but after just a few broad strokes up her seam and then a few swirls and suckles at her clit, she is surprised at the way her belly is already screaming with a pressure she’s never quite felt before.

“You’re going to make me cum already,” Mariam warns frantically, and both sylphs shift their keen attention to her face.

“Good. Then cum,” Jooheon replies before he dives back in, suckling even more determinedly on her clit.

Mariam screams.

Her climax rips through her more savagely than anything she's ever experienced. Her bindings prevent her muscles from thrashing the way they need to, so, instead, she wriggles like a caught fish, and, as though to emphasize how pathetic she truly is, she's gasping for breath like one, too. Her hands inadvertently claw that the shoulders of the two aerialists as she struggles to cling to her own sanity.

A string of incredulous nonsense tumbles from her slackened lips as her head sags backward.

“How long has it been since you’ve cum, love?” marvels Changkyun as he threads his fingers through the dampening hair at her brow.

Mariam works to form a coherent sentence between her heavy panting and Jooheon’s fingers, which alternate between prodding her entrance and rubbing clit. “Not sure… I ever… have… Oh god!”

Minhyuk sneers and snarls. “So neglected. If I knew who’s been leaving you so unsatisfied, I’d burn—”

“Easy, Min,” reminds Changkyun.

But she can barely make out their words. The pressure between her hips hasn’t lessened, even with her release, and it’s so powerful that she can’t stop quivering in her binds.

Jooheon chuckles darkly. “Pretty little pussy still throbbing so pathetically.”

He sweeps his hand urgently back and forth across her lips now, and Mariam squirms from the intensity.

“It’s too much!” she squeals and bucks, but all three men shake their heads.

“Just a little more,” coaches the ringmaster. “Ride it out. Ride it all out. You can do it. Give it to us, baby.”

Her climax pulses onward, tapping her for every last bit of sanity she’s been struggling to hold onto. It’s like her first orgasm never stopped, only grown hotter and fiercer, and her cries march on. Her legs thrash in their ties, and she swings, though Jooheon’s there to snatch her waist and steady her.

“You did so well, sweetheart,” he assures, both hands rubbing the back of her legs as he places gentle kisses to her calves. “Breathe. Breathe.”

Mariam struggles to do anything but sag helplessly into the chiffon.

“I’m so tired,” she laughs, though it’s through a few tears.

“Quitting so soon?” says Jooheon with a heavy note of disappointment. “And we made you our main event, too…”

“No, I—”

“Aw, damnit,” murmurs Changkyun as he clutches his chest.

Minhyuk kisses her cheek then before he snares her gaze. “You nearly broke the man’s heart, darling.”

Mariam whips her head toward the air sylph and funnels all her sincerity at him. “I didn’t mean to!”

“It’s okay,” Jooheon comforts with a squeeze of her leg. “As long as you’re not leaving us yet.”

“No, I don’t want to!”

“You don’t?”

“No, no, no,” she begs. “I can’t leave you.”

She should add “yet,” but she can’t find the energy.

“Good,” says the ringmaster. “Have you cooled down enough? Are you ready for more?”

Mariam nods, and Jooheon’s quick to run a finger back up her slit. It makes her shiver, but it also makes the blue-haired man beside her grumble.

“Hey!” Changkyun protests. “It’s my turn.”

“I made the mess. I’ll clean it up,” Jooheon returns firmly.

At this, Minhyuk intercedes by swiveling Mariam like a lazy Susan straight to the air sylph’s mouth. With a tut, he says, “You know this is his favorite.”

“It’s one of my favorites, too,” pouts Jooheon.

The redhead scoffs. “You like everything. It’s Kyun’s favorite. Besides, you did set him up with that ‘cooled down’ pun.”

“That wasn’t intentional…” Minhyuk glowers at his dimpled friend, and the ringmaster lets out a long sigh. “Fine.”

Mariam catches a flash of Changkyun’s eyes as she’s lined up for him. They’re vortexes, and they’re pulling her inextricably to him. She’s never seen eyes so absolutely blackened by lust, and they are centered solely on her soaking wet heat.

The man doesn’t say a word. He just dives forward, his nose and mouth immediately pressed to her cunt in a hungry kiss. Desire roils off of her so palpably that she swears she’s steaming in the autumn air, but Changkyun’s mouth is another matter entirely. He feels like the fog that brought her here in the first place—cool, damp, cloying. He brushes over her leisurely, leaving his presence known with a chill that’s as luxurious as it is enticing.

Where Jooheon had eaten her out with the obvious intent of setting the record for fastest orgasm, Changkyun explores her folds like this has nothing to do with her—this is for him. He’s humming down there between her legs, his fingers curling around the meat of her thighs to press her harder into his mouth. When his tongue at last quests for her clit, his cool tip sends shivers jolting through her with every languid circle.

Mariam pants and clenches under Changkyun’s diligent attentions, and while the speed and friction isn’t nearly fast enough to bring her to her edge yet, it’s spectacular. She’s never had someone ravish her—consume her—before, but it brings a different kind of pleasure. She’s never felt so desired… or so needed. It’s altering her.

It’s not just her body that craves release anymore—it’s her soul. She’s becoming someone new.

Someone greedy.

Someone wanton.

Someone completely and utterly willing.

“So good… Please don’t stop,” she whimpers.

“What a polite little thing,” Minhyuk laughs as he twirls a lock of her hair around his finger. “What she means to say is make her cum already, Kyun.”

Mariam is really not in a hurry, not when Changkyun’s cool mouth is stirring such a delicious ache in her core, but then, it’s clear that’s not what the fiery aerialist really means.

“I knew I should have gone second,” grumbles Minhyuk. “He’ll be there all night if he has his way.”

At this, the blue-haired man lifts his mouth from his entrée just long enough to say, “If I have my way, she’ll never leave and I can be here as many nights as I want.”

The redhead doesn’t even have time enough to roll his eyes before Changkyun is back to savoring her. Still, Minhyuk’s obviously not one to let things go, especially not when it’s interfering with his own good time.

Mariam hisses as a sharp pain flares across the meat of her ass. Her head shoots up as she furrows her brow at Minhyuk, who is now staring at her cheekily with his chin resting on her hip.

“Hi, beautiful,” he says.

“Did you just bite me?” she says incredulously.

Jooheon steps forward, a scowl darkening his bright face. “Did you bite her?”

“I’m bored. I want pussy, and, in my defense, her ass is very biteable.”

“You’re insane,” scolds the ringmaster.

“Hey, it was just a play bite. It wasn’t like I was marking her. I’m not Hyunwoo.”

“No, I know. He’s more domesticated than you are.”

The two friends devolve into laughter until they sober up enough to return their attention to the man whose tongue hasn’t broken stride across their starlet’s cunt yet.

“He hasn’t heard a word we’ve just said,” Jooheon observes.

Minhyuk shrugs. “You know how he gets.”

“He hasn’t even,” stutters Mariam through a fresh wave of arousal, “ah, come up… for air.”

The redhead laughs. “He doesn’t have to. But he needs to for a second. Cube, Kyunnie. Come on.”

As though just to spite his friend, Changkyun doesn’t lift his mouth from her even as he presents his open palm, and quickly, a little block of ice assembles itself from thin air. Once it’s fully formed, Minhyuk plucks it from the other aerialist’s palm only to situate it in his own.

In a matter of moments, the ice has melted into a puddle. The redhead contorts his hand into a shallow funnel shape and drizzles the water, droplet by droplet, directly onto her clit. It’s so warm, like massage oil, but it sends pleasure like electricity through her limbs. It’s even more exquisite when the air sylph’s chilly tongue slakes desperately from the stream as it sluices over her hardened bud.

“I can’t hold it back anymore,” she shouts. Her fingers wrench the scarves around her, and her body winds up on itself.

“Give it to Changkyun, sweet Mariam,” says Minhyuk as he brushes her hair. “Feed him well.”

“Oh, no!” she calls mindlessly as she shatters.

Rockets of ecstasy fire through her veins. She jerks and shudders and struggles to breathe. It’s even more potent than her last climax, and she wonders if they manage to rip another from her, will she still be conscious after?

The intensity dulls, and Mariam’s limbs go leaden. Her belly is slack and painfully aware of how empty it still is. She’s given and given by now, but she hasn’t been refilled. Something about it makes her want to cry.

“Oh… Oh…” she blabbers.

Minhyuk chuckles. “Still so sweet after all that…”

“Very sweet,” the other aerialist agrees as he licks his fingertips and then his lips.

“I have got to do something about all this innocence.”

Minhyuk’s vow has Mariam chewing her lip in anticipation. This is it—the freedom she’s been seeking though she’s been too afraid to confront that part of herself. Her whole life has been framed to project the picture of the normal, simple girl, the one accepted in every corner of respectable society, but deep in her soul, she’s not simple. Now, she doesn’t need to be accepted by anyone but this troupe of, for lack of a better work, circus freaks.

The redhead moves Changkyun a few steps back, just to make it clear there will be no second helpings, before he grabs a hold of her legs and steers her toward his station. Once Minhyuk has positioned her all to himself, his hands begin to roam—greedily, enthusiastically, curiously—until, at last, they grope the apple of her ass. There, they squeeze rhythmically as the pretty man hums.

“I’ve been thinking,” he says. “It’s kind of funny how we have you tied and tarted up like this for us, but here the three of us are, tripping over each other to please you. Who exactly is in charge here?”

Mariam blinks as she tries to clear the fog from her gaze so she can form a coherent thought, and all three men groan.

Jooheon presses his mouth to hers in a rush, and his tongue thrusts in unexpectedly. She winds her hand automatically into his soft hair so she can press back into him just as urgently.

When, at last, he pushes back, the dimpled man exhales shakily as he murmurs, “How can you look like some lost little doe but kiss like some succubus? Damn, I think Min’s right. I’m beginning to think you’re the one here who can hijack all our dreams.”

“Mm,” says Minhyuk, “that’s a good start then because I don’t think I’m going to be satisfied until we’ve made you as desperate for us as we are for you.”

“I need you!” Mariam insists.

“You do?”

“Yes! Yes, I need you—all of you. So much.”

Minhyuk grins. “I don’t know… You’ve already cum a couple times. I feel like you’re just about done with us.”

“No, please no! I want more.”

“You want more?”

Mariam nods furiously as her voice shakes when she whispers, “Down there.”

“‘Down there?’” the aerialist parrots with a laugh that is definitely mocking. “Baby, I know you can do better than that. I thought you were desperate for us?”

“I am!”

“Tell you what, I’m going to get you there, I promise. Pretty soon you’re not going to be able to keep your dirty thoughts to yourself. For now, I’m gonna open you up first and show you you don't have to hide with us.”

Mariam grabs his wrist, and when his eyes shoot to hers, she implores, “Show me how to let go, Minhyuk.”

Beside her, Jooheon curses.

The fire sylph’s tongue probes the corner of his mouth before he nods. “Promising… Very promising.”

He leans forward to briefly kiss her over-eager clit, and Mariam yelps, but Minhyuk clearly has grander plans. He cups her heat, and she's overwhelmed, not just by his much warmer skin, but by the sheer size of his hand. He slots her sticky lips between his fingers as he glides up and down her sex. It's slow, methodical, and, thanks to her unending arousal, embarrassingly noisy.

Sometimes, he switches to rubbing both thumbs along her folds, and other times, he warms his fingertips a little more before he takes hold of her clit and rocks it back and forth enticingly between his finger and thumb. As soon as she starts singing from the delicious friction though, he moves elsewhere. Her entire consciousness is wrapped up between her thighs, and if she doesn’t get some relief soon, she’s worried she’ll never escape from the swamp of indulgence she’s mired in.

“Getting pretty swollen down here, sweet Mariam. Ripe as a peach…” Minhyuk leans forward so his fire brand of a tongue can lick up her seam and swirl once around her clit. She whines and cants her hips to his silken mouth, but he pulls back, catches her gaze, and crudely wipes the back of his hand across his lips to smear her sinful lip gloss across his cheek. “Mm, just as juicy.”

Unexpectedly, Changkyun shoots up to his toes to lick the indecent streak from his friend’s skin, and Minhyuk beams.

“Wow,” she whimpers, though it’s a borderline sob at this point, “you are very bad men.”

“You don’t mean that,” pouts Jooheon.

Mariam bites her lip. “It sounds bad. It all just seems so wrong.”

But Minhyuk isn’t nearly as bothered by the bad boy label as the ringmaster. “See, that’s how you know it’s just what you need. You crave the bad things, we all know it. Thanks to our pretty Honey there, I’ve seen what’s deep inside your sexy little mind, Mariam. Isn’t it exhausting, keeping up this charade that you’re like everyone else?”

“Yeah…”

“You don’t need to bother with us ever. You’re safe here. You can be all that you are and so much more.”

She’s writhing tragically in her binds, lurching in every way that she can to tempt Minhyuk’s fingers into her so she can plummet over an even sharper ledge, but he’s steadfast. He maintains a hypnotic stroke across her puffy skin. Mariam knows she’s throbbing—she can feel her heartbeat in her cunt—but he won’t give in because she hasn’t given in.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to, but the tenterhooks of her old life refuse to give way. She wants to let go, but she realizes she still has a few fingers clinging to the ledge because it’s more than a little terrifying, the thought of freefalling into the unknown.

“Just tell me what you need,” urges the fire sylph.

“And you complained about me taking forever,” Changkyun grumbles before she can answer, but Minhyuk just shakes his head.

“That was different. That was just about you. This is for a higher purpose.”

“This is definitely about you,” the other aerialist mutters.

Again, Minhyuk shakes his head. “That’s not true, is it, sweet Mariam?”

She has no idea what the fire sylph is talking about, but she’s delirious with the ceaselessly mounting pleasure, so she’ll concede everything at this point. “No!”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Please!”

“Aw, she’s cute when she begs,” coos Jooheon.

“You call that begging? It’s not nearly enough,” tuts Minhyuk. “You want something from me, baby, you need to make me feel your desperation. You’ve got to convince me.”

The aerialist parts her sex, and her hopes soar to the big top. Her core pulses. She cries out—whines.

But the dream is too beautiful to last, and he pulls his hands back again to return to painting her wet lust up and down her seam.

This time when Mariam cries, it’s accompanied with real tears. Her voice is small and pitiable. “Please…”

“Aren’t you being too hard on her?” Jooheon admonishes.

Minhyuk shrugs a shoulder. “Don’t talk to me. Talk to her. This is her own doing. I’m beginning to think she likes teasing herself.”

Jooheon scowls and circles back to her face. Her head droops back over the scarves now as she whimpers. Sweat beads roll up her brow to her hair line as her eyes roll back in her head. She’s a mess. Even without being able to see herself, she knows exactly how depraved she looks.

The dimpled man kisses her cheek suddenly and lets his lips linger there even as he whispers, “Come on, Mariam, baby, sweetheart. Give Min what he wants so we can all give you what we want. Just give in. Let go. Be with us.”

It’s not just Minhyuk’s fingers preparing to pry her next orgasm from her; it’s Jooheon’s urgency prying loose the last hold she has on the old Mariam.

She’s not innocent, and she doesn’t want to be. She’s wild. She’s wanton. She’s a Fantasme, and she belongs here.

“I want it! I want you!” Mariam shouts as she shoots up in the chiffon. “I don’t care anymore—I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be whatever you want. Just please don’t stop. I have to cum. I need to cum for you. Please, Minhyuk, please, I need you.”

Her eyes meet his. She's sure the fire in her gaze mirrors the fire in his. Her hands knot in the ribbons as she pants and bucks.

“Anything, I’ll do anything,” she continues, though this time her voice is leaden like an anvil. “Please, I have to cum. Open me up! Put your fingers inside me, and let me cum!”

The fire sylph smirks. “Now, that’s how you beg. Attagirl, baby. You’re going to cum so hard for us, I promise.”

Minhyuk’s mercy overtakes her in the form of two very long, very dedicated fingers thrusting into her walls straight to the knuckle. A scream tears from her chest as he plumbs her every nerve. He’s warm and thick and burrowing so deeply into her that Mariam’s sure her humanity abandons her. It feels so right to be this wrong.

“You've been hiding your true self so far down,” he muses as his fingers drill to unfathomable depths inside her. “Let's see what we can do to set you free, pretty baby. We’re going to give you the whole world.”

“She’s close,” Jooheon says as he fondles her tits and studies her contorted features.

Changkyun threads his arm through the ribbons at her side and wheedles his hand between her pressed thighs. The chilled pad of his finger circles her blazing clit, and the assault on her remaining sensibilities overwhelms.

With Minhyuk’s fingers buried knuckle-deep in her cunt, Mariam cums. It’s too violent for sound itself. She simply contracts and explodes. Maybe her breathing even stops—she can’t be sure. It doesn’t matter anyway. She has never felt even a fraction as alive even as it feels like a death of sorts. She is shattered and unhinged on an elemental level.

Eventually, with all three men soothing and singing her back to reality, Mariam crystallizes into something new entirely.

Her eyes flutter open, and she finds Jooheon’s sweet face. His dimples are there, soft like a lover’s creases in the sheets. He’s staring at her as though he’s trying to imprint on her soul. She’s sure he has.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asks.

She nods dumbly.

Her throat is dry, so she swallows hard and tries to find her voice, and when she does, it doesn’t quite sound like the gentle, even voice she’s always had. She sounds confident and assertive, even this wrapped up.

“I want all of you to fuck me.”

Minhyuk grins ear-to-ear. He turns to Changkyun and says smugly, “You’re welcome.”

“Changkyun first, Jooheon last,” she demands.

Minhyuk looks even more smug. “I’m not last this time.”

“That just means she wants me to leave the last impression,” replies Jooheon.

“Please,” the redhead says, “our girl is practical through and through. You think she wants to end the night with a cold pussy?”

“Minhyuk!” both his friends shout.

“I do have control over it, you know,” grouses Changkyun as an add-on.

At this, Mariam lays a hand on his forearm, and everyone stills. The air sylph looks as frozen as his mesmerizing skin. Under her hand, his ethereal opalescence feels as cold as marble though the texture is just as supple as her own flesh.

She smiles softly at him as she says, “I’m not worried, Changkyun. I can’t wait to be with you.”

Now, everyone is frozen. A line has been crossed between bound plaything and boundless creatures. There is more affection in her words than anyone anticipated, and it has changed the way they look at her.

“I don’t want to wait anymore either,” echoes Changkyun, and with a supportive nod from his fellow performers, he lowers her suspension and begins unwinding the ties at her ankles.

Both Jooheon and Minhyuk join in her unraveling as they twist and guide her form in the silks. They secure half of the chiffon around and between her thighs and then around her waist, and it’s very similar to the pose they’d taught her in warm-ups. Their organized devilry delights her though she quickly realizes that the tension at her hips will become too much all too fast.

Of course, the aerialists already know this, and it’s clear they’re not finished orchestrating her body. Minhyuk lifts her chest—and definitely takes some liberties as he does so—while Changkyun threads the other silk under her arms a few times. Now, her weight is evenly distributed as she dangles once more, this time with her ass up and out. He ties the two ends across her back, and the redhead grins.

“The prettiest little package…”

Instead of acknowledging his friend, Changkyun turns to Mariam. “Is this okay?”

She nods. “For now.”

“If you get sore or uncomfortable, just let us know.”

“You can’t imagine all the holds we’d like to truss you up in,” adds Minhyuk.

“I can’t wait any longer. Please fuck me,” she confesses, and she feels both sets of her cheeks must be red with such a truth.

The fire sylph is positively gluttonous at his triumph, and he belts out a deep laugh. “She does know naughty words after all. What fun!”

“Come on, Min,” says Jooheon with a clap on his friend’s back. “I wouldn’t mind some ringside seats for now.”

The pair agree to step back so Changkyun can fill the window of her vision. The air sylph strips out of his pants, the lycra peeling reluctantly from his sinew. Mariam had thought that, because the fabric was skintight to begin with, seeing him completely naked wouldn’t be nearly so memorable, but she was horribly and inexcusably wrong.

Completely bare, Changkyun is a sight to behold.

His every muscle is defined with merciless precision. His chest is sculpted just as his abs undulate in textbook swells. They all taper down to a symmetrical belt of muscle at his hips that begs to be worshipped. While his thighs are nowhere near as massive as Shownu’s or Wonho’s had hinted, they are sleek and defined—bitable, as Minhyuk might say.

And then there’s his cock… Just like the rest of him, it is smooth and ethereal, and though there has always been a translucence to him, she sees its grand length in inescapable full focus.

Mariam wants to taste him, to swallow him deep down in her throat. Shamefully, she wonders if it would be like sucking on a popsicle.

“Did she just drool?” Minhyuk barks with an incredulous laugh.

She looks down in horror to find a droplet on the floor beneath her, and her body heats further at her exposure.

Changkyun smirks. It’s unbearably sexy.

He takes himself in hand and pumps his shaft devilishly slowly.

“Later,” he promises, though, even more unfairly, he closes the gap between her mouth and his length so he is just out of reach. He gives himself a few more good tugs, and up this close, she can see how his fat cockhead bulges with every stroke of his fist.

Mariam whimpers.

With a low grunt, he jerks to the side and disappears at last from view, though she feels him a moment later at her backside when one heavy hand gropes her cheek and then her wet sex.

“Damnit,” he grunts as he cups her roughly. “I could fucking melt inside you, you’re so hot.”

Her fever was already at a boiling point, but anticipating what’s about to come next has her bubbling beneath her skin. She’s so eager, she might erupt just from the promise of his cock inside her.

“Maybe you should ease her into this, Kyun?” Jooheon suggests, but Mariam shakes her head.

“No more teasing, please. Just fill me.”

All three men groan.

“Damnit, it’s going to be hard for me to hold back,” Changkyun warns as he grips her hips and squares himself up with her seam. To Minhyuk, he orders, “Little lower.”

Mariam feels herself descend a bit, and her stomach leaps. She grasps the scarves at her chest like it’s her last handhold for sanity itself.

Changkyun’s chilled cock grazes her cunt. She shivers hard, but it’s much more from the anticipation.

“Goddamnit,” he groans. “Are you ready, doll baby?”

“Hurry, please. Put it inside me, Changkyun.”

Her lower lips part for the blunt head of his dick, and she swears she can hear a damp hiss. Even if he doesn’t hear the same thing, judging by his nails biting into the meat of her hips, the air sylph feels the intensity as keenly as Mariam does.

He sucks in a breath and pushes into her hole straight to his hilt.

They cry out in unison, both of them collapsing, her into her net of chiffon and him onto her back. The swing sways them like lovers dancing as they adjust to each other’s temperature.

She didn’t know what exactly she’d been expecting from a creature like Changkyun, but despite all her build-up, Mariam couldn’t have been more ill-prepared. Inside her, he feels decadent, bordering on overwhelming. Only a moment ago, she’d been fire; now, she’s plummeting. The coolness of his cock charges every nerve within her walls. Her whole being lives between her legs as she waits for him to stoke her fire again.

“Goddamnit, I need a minute,” he grunts, his head resting at her back.

But with every second that passes, his thickness bulges her core as it saps her heat, and Mariam devolves.

Her head lifts, her eyes finding Jooheon and Minhyuk, both of whom are palming themselves through their pants. The implication is exhilarating. They’re going to watch, then they’re going to join. They’re going to use her, and she’s going to thank them for it.

Her skin prickles. Her mouth waters. Her body trembles.

She’s never felt so insatiable in her life. Maybe it’s this place or maybe it’s them or maybe, just maybe, this is just who she’s always been underneath all her polite hiding.

“You’ve got to move,” she urges to Changkyun in a near panic. “I’m going to cum.”

“Just like this?” he asks incredulously as he shoots back up.

“Yes, move, please!”

“Shit.”

Changkyun cinches her waist in his hands as he pulls out and glides back in. It’s so easy. Mariam has never, ever been this wet. Every inch of her is begging for it—for them.

Because of her obscene arousal as well as the freedom her suspension affords, he builds speed quickly. Even more deliciously, as he thrusts, he pulls her deeper onto him. Changkyun possesses her cunt with every single plunge, and that stimulation, coupled with the notion of her body belonging to him, sends her careening over the edge.

“C-cumming!” she squeals pitifully.

Her muscles seize and the ribbons tremble like plucked guitar strings. Changkyun stills within her, and there’s no mistaking the way his cock tumbles in temperature. Mariam had adapted to the enticing tingle of his chill, but the fresh burst of stimulation sharpens her descent.

“Goddamnit,” he hisses again as he rides out her orgasm. “So fucking good.”

She can’t stop shaking though. Wave after wave of cataclysmic release shudders through her, until her toes curl, until her mouth goes bone dry, until her mind empties and leaves her a true puppet dancing to her wielder’s dark designs.

“She just keeps cumming,” remarks Jooheon. “Unbelievable.”

“That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Minhyuk mumbles. He’s stroking the bulbous outline of his cock with a pretty sort of reverence, almost as though he’s completely lost in the showcase of her rapture. “Remind me to rub that in to that braggart, Kihyun.”

Mariam’s head droops and her body slumps in her trappings.

Minhyuk clucks his tongue. “What Is that? Four times now?”

“At least,” Jooheon agrees.

She can only assume they're right. It isn't that she's just lost count, it's that she can barely think at this point. She's been whittled down to a nucleus of pure pleasure-seeking.

She cries lightly. “I didn’t know I could cum this much.”

“And you can cum a lot more than that, too, but you're still new to this,” cautions the ringmaster. “It can get pretty intense, pretty fast, so if it does, you have to let us know, okay?”

“Okay. I’m okay.”

“Good,” says Jooheon. But his voice swings from relieved to ominous as he adds, “Fuck her however you want then, Kyun.”

“Not a fucking problem.”

Changkyun slides right back up to high speed and revels in her fresh slickness. Between their shared panting, filthy fucking, and the blood rushing in Mariam’s ears, it sounds louder than the music that had enticed her here in the first place.

He sighs. “You have the most incredible pussy, Mariam.”

“There he goes,” bemoans Minhyuk. “Drunk again.”

And again, Changkyun ignores his friend—or maybe he’s just lost and, like Mariam, wants to stay that way. The way he’s fucking her now feels like a man on cruise control and bent on enjoying all the scenery. His hands roam her shape, paying extra attention to the apple of her ass or the meat of her thighs, which he’s particularly fond of squeezing. Sometimes, when he fancies a more intimate grind, he leans forward so he can grasp her neck just hard enough to hold her in place while he gives it to her deeper than she’s ever had anyone before.

The chill in her walls has warmed from the fire of her release, so when the blue-haired aerialist fucks her roughly now, even a man with ice in his veins struggles to compete with the building friction. Her body thrums with every quick thrust, and before she even realizes it, Mariam feels fresh desperation in her belly.

“Squeezing me so tight,” murmurs Changkyun. “You want to cum again for me?”

“Y-yes…”

“You do, and I’m going to cum, too,” he warns.

But then, a clap booms ahead of them, and it stills the man in her core.

“I’m tagging in,” says Minhyuk with a slap on his friend’s back before he muscles in behind Mariam.

Still, Changkyun holds firm to her hips as he grumbles, “Excuse me?”

“It’s for our Honey,” the redhead assures, and all eyes turn to the ringmaster, who’s looking back with those juicy lips fixed as steadily as his wicked eyes. “He asked. Me personally? I’d be happy to let you finish inside our girl right now.”

His blue-haired friend scoffs. “Yeah right. You’re not living if you’re not causing trouble, but if Honey’s asking, I can live with it.”

Caught in an endless eddy of bliss, Mariam can barely understand what they’re saying, but it doesn’t really matter anyway. She’s here for them and whatever they need however they need it. Still, it doesn’t stop her from complaining with a wail when Changkyun pulls out of her. She’s shocked to find she’s much, much colder without the air sylph inside her.

“Before you go…” says Minhyuk.

He dangles a pair of freshly forged handcuffs clearly cobbled together from more of the hoop detritus. With their warbled handholds and clumpy connecting chain links, they look more like crude Dark Age manacles than cuffs. It only makes Mariam's heart race faster.

“Cool these off for me, will you?” Minhyuk asks cavalierly to his fellow aerialist.

“Are you kidding me? She's already tied up.”

“Yes, but think of how absolutely helpless our sweet Mariam will look while I fuck her. I promise I'll take them off after I'm done with her.”

Mariam moans, and Minhyuk smirks as he pats her ass appreciatively. “See? It's what she wants.”

“You don't know that. You didn't even ask her!”

“You saw her dream, didn’t you?” the fire sylph reminds, though his tune changes when Jooheon clears his throat. “I guess you're right. Plus, it will be a lot of fun to hear her admit what I already know is true.”

Mariam has had a damn near impossible time wrenching her gaze from Jooheon’s thick frame, especially with his arms stacked in front of that sturdy chest, but when Minhyuk spins her in the silks, she has no choice but to look up at the redhead with big, watery eyes.

“Aw, come on, that’s not fair,” he pouts. “Okay, what do you say, baby? Do you want to be completely at my mercy?”

Her eyes hop from the flames dancing in Minhyuk’s to the impenetrable ice in Changkyun’s. She bites her lip and puts a voice to the dark thoughts swirling in her mind. “Do it, please, Minhyuk! Please. Anything.”

“There, see? All settled,” the fire sylph says triumphantly. He hands the red-hot steel to his friend to cool, and once Changkyun has, the redhead returns his attention to his eager victim. “Tuck your hands in beside you, my sweet.”

It’s a bit of a struggle wheedling her arms in alongside her, but once she does, Minhyuk is quick to position them in the small of her back. There, he cinches her hands into the malformed steel and pinches the openings closed with heated fingertips while Changkyun supervises. The fit is looser than she expected, but constriction comes from the scarves pressing harder than ever against her collar and chest now that her arms can’t dangle.

“If anything gets uncomfortable, think stoplights, okay? Red, yellow, green,” says Minhyuk.

Mariam nods. “Okay. All green.”

“Ah, such a good listener and an even faster learner. Mm, now, let’s see how fast you learn to love my cock.”

Minhyuk glides inside her before she can even finish her breath, which all rushes back out in a scream of relief. The chill at the loss of Changkyun is thwarted the moment his hot cock swells inside her cunt. The air sylph had sported a thickness that had stretched Mariam to her limits, but Minhyuk is just all-around big, and with the addition of the incredible heat that now massages her most secret parts, she loses the access to all other senses.

There is only Minhyuk’s cock. Powerful, penetrating, untamable.

He’s a fire brand inside her, lighting up her darkest recesses. He fucks like he talks, too—relentlessly. Mariam’s mouth hangs open. No words escape, just the tragic, tiny puffs of air he forces out as his cockhead hits places within her too delectable to name.

“Sweet baby with the sweetest pussy. How are we ever going to let you go?”

Don’t! she thinks. Not ever. Never, never, never!

But she can’t speak. It's all she can do just to think.

Firestarter that he is, Minhyuk rubs his cockhead quick and shallow like a striker across flint, and before Mariam even knows it, he has set her ablaze.

The intensity marshalling in her belly is unprecedented. Things are lightening around her. She wishes she could hold on to something just to be sure she isn't floating away, but her hands are still manacled at her back.

“Mariam, are you okay?” asks Jooheon with concern heavy in his voice.

“Gree-ee-een,” she croaks out through the ceaseless pounding. She isn't even sure if she means it, but considering she has no control over any part of herself right now, the automatic answer that comes from the lizard part of her brain must be right.

Forcing out the word opens a Pandora’s box of lewdness, and now the moans flood forth as she’s uncorked. It’s positively pornographic, but there’s absolutely nothing she can do to stop it.

“It’s now, it’s now,” she stammers.

And then she cums catastrophically.

Minhyuk shouts. He plunges his member in to his base to ride out her release. “Shit, you’re squeezing me for dear life, baby. You need my dick so bad you don’t want to let it go?”

“Stay,” gasps Mariam though she can’t even lift her head.

He does. He lingers deep in her core, riding out the tremors of her orgasm as he kneads her hips and ass. He folds over to rest his head on her shoulder as he slips a hand around to the basin of her belly and presses. His voice is criminally close to her ear as he hums. For once, he doesn’t say anything more.

He rocks in her walls again, and it sends them both lurching back and forth , like a couple on a porch swing. It would be far more romantic though if his manhood isn’t penetrating her so thoroughly.

With a contented sigh and a quick kiss to her shoulder blade, Minhyuk stands back up and picks up speed again.

Hair has curtained around Mariam’s face so she can’t see anything that isn’t the crimson ring floor. She wishes she could see Jooheon and Changkyun, but she’s so tired and, more to the point, she’s so helpless.

Minhyuk uses this to his advantage. Instead of thrusting into her, he slides her pussy up and down his shaft.

“This is heaven,” he groans out. “Your body is heaven, sweetheart.”

The best she can offer is a whimper of appreciation.

The metal clanks at her back with every piston, and her cunt sounds obscene. She knows she’s leaking on the floor since she can see the shiny droplets as she swings.

Behind her, Minhyuk is getting unusually loud—even for him. His breath is ragged, and there’s a throaty rumble at the end of every rut. He’s not just fucking her on him anymore but meeting her stride for stride.

Inside her, his cock is so warm. After all the overstimulation, she finds it addictively soothing. Mariam would be happy just to let him fuck her forever if it meant she’d get the deepest tissue massage of her life.

Her voice returns at last just to beckon him.

“Minnie…”

“Oh, fuck!” he snaps before he pulls out at lightning speed.

In his rush, he knocks into her leg and sends her wheeling like a carousel, and she gets the divine image of him ringing the neck of his dick, thumb pressed over the slit as and hunches over and pants.

“Whew!” Minhyuk belts out with a shaky laugh. “Didn’t think I was going to make it there.”

“Cutting it a little close, babe,” Jooheon says with a shake of his head. “You almost broke my heart.”

“I would never,” the fire sylph swears even as he continues to squeeze his member. “But I gotta tell you, your little VIP really is something exquisite. Must stand for Very Important—”

“Stop,” Changkyun barks from the other side of Mariam’s swaying frame. “Don’t say another word, Minhyuk.”

The redhead glowers at him. “When did you get to be such a prude?”

“Forget it,” the air sylph deflects. “Take those ridiculous things off her while you’re at it.”

At last able to control himself, Minhyuk softens the steel enough at the top of the cuffs to pry them open before he gingerly guides them off Mariam’s wrists. She’s only too happy to have her hands back, though she finds it’s not just her wrists that are sore but her shoulders, too.

Jooheon is there in front of her now. He takes one of her hands and manipulates it gently this way and that. The tendons flex exquisitely, and her eyes close as blood flows to her fingertips. He repeats the same thoughtful stretching to her other hand though, this time when he’s done, he threads his fingers through hers and holds her hand.

The ringmaster stoops down enough to snare her gaze. He smiles, and her soul melts like butter. “What’s your color, Mariam?”

“Mm, green,” she answers, vaguely aware of how her voice mirrors the trance she always seems to go into when she’s faced with his full attention.

“Are you sure? This has been pretty intense.”

“I’m sure.”

“Oh hell yes, thank god because I really don’t know what I would do if you’d said otherwise.”

Mariam shares a tired laugh with him and squeezes his fingers between hers. She bites her lip and risks a glance back at his dimpled face. “I really want you, Jooheon. You’ve been my dream since I found you.”

The ringmaster stoops and kisses her so roughly, she gasps, which is all the invitation he needs to flood her mouth with his tongue.

Images dance in her mind, a kaleidoscope of bodies grinding and tongues tasting and breasts bouncing and dimples—flashes and flashes of dimples in every single frame. The soundtrack is just as vulgar and vibrant, with panting and grunting and moaning of a single name.

He pulls back and searches her face frantically.

“Jooheon,” she whispers, an echo of the cries still looping in her head.

“Told you I’d replace your dreams.”

Mariam suckles her own lips, hoping to devour every last remnant of the new fantasies, and all three men grunt.

“Is there no end to your greed, babydoll?” asks Changkyun.

Jooheon shakes his head as though he understands her darkest thoughts, and maybe he does since he’s been in her head already.

Those soft dimples fall away as his eyes narrow. His voice is always commanding, but as the bottom drops out, his power is absolute. “Give her something else to suck on, boys. It’s the grand finale after all.”

The ringmaster takes his position behind her, and though Mariam wishes she had the pleasure of watching him ravish her, she’s happy to get lost in the feeling of his palms skirting up her thighs. His thumbs rub her engorged pussy lips for a moment before one slides to her clit budding between them and rubs it in easy circles.

“Wish I could hold you while I fuck you,” he says, “but it wouldn’t be fair to the guys. Since it’s the finale, we’ve all got to finish, right?”

Jooheon slides a finger inside her, and she cries out.

“Right, Mariam?”

“Right, Jooheon,” she assures.

Now, she feels his mushroomed tip begging for entry at her pulsing hole. She wishes she could see it, every vein and ridge and inch, so she could commit that, too, in vivid details to her dreamscape.

She waits eagerly.

He doesn’t enter.

Instead, he orders softly, “Show me you want it inside you.”

Her options are limited because of the silks, but that doesn’t stop Mariam squirming and wriggling as frantically as she feels inside, and when that isn’t enough, she resorts to the pleading that has gotten her everything else she’s desired.

“Please, Jooheon, please. Take me. Break me. Make me yours.”

His nails bite into the tender skin at her hips.

“What did you say?”

His voice is darker than a shadow in the dead of night. It only makes Mariam that much more impatient.

She feels her walls constricting, begging and beckoning for him to penetrate her. She hopes he can feel it, too, but just in case, she needs him to know exactly how unraveled she’s become. “I need you. I can’t live without your cock, Jooheon, please! Fill me up. I can’t take it.”

“Shit,” he curses. “Okay, baby, you’ve earned it. I’ll give you everything you want and so much more.”

At last, Jooheon delves into her core. Judging from his ever-quick and decisive words, Mariam had figured he’d be in a rush, but he explores her cunt leisurely, and it is devastating. She can feel the very shape of him opening her for him. Even if she hasn’t seen the full glory of his cock, she feels like she can commit it to memory now. Every muscle in her walls clings on for dear life. She swears his thick shaft has touched every nerve in her body, and she croons low and long after he bottoms out.

“Wow, Honey,” murmurs Minhyuk, “you should see how drunk on your cock our pretty baby is. All I can see are the whites of her eyes.”

Changkyun chuckles darkly. “And her mouth’s just hanging open.”

“Well, fill it. What are you waiting for?” says the ringmaster, and no one questions his orders.

Both aerialists step forward, dicks in hand. Changkyun is jerking his steadily, but Minhyuk looks like he’s still trying to hold back his orgasm. As if to confirm this, he guides his blue-haired friend to her lips.

“Hey, man,” grouses Changkyun, but his complaint dies the second her tongue darts out to taste his skin.

“You’re welcome,” Minhyuk returns as he stands aside to watch.

Mariam starts sucking gingerly at first. She’s out of practice. It’s been a while, and it occurs to her that she has no idea what’s she’s doing. She’s only ever had one partner, and everything they’d done together had been completely paint-by-number. She’s had sex and given a few blowjobs, but she’s never done both at the same time, let alone given two blowjobs simultaneously. It’s more than a little daunting, but that only adds to her arousal and her innate desire to please.

It’s almost refreshing sampling him. With as overheated as she is, it’s just like she imagined—like sucking on a popsicle in the dead of summer. Mariam ventures further down on his shaft than she’s probably ever tried before, and even though it tickles at the back of her tongue—just on the verge of a gag—the challenge is intoxicating. She wants to conquer it. She wants to make it down to his polished ice base, so she tries for a little more each pass.

Meanwhile, Jooheon finds a laid-back rhythm in her pussy, yet each thrust splits her open in a whole new way. He’s so good. It’s like he knows exactly how she’s always craved to be fucked—slow and thorough and desired. Each plunge has her yearning for the next. Nothing has ever been sweeter.

Changkyun’s cock pops out of her mouth as she moans, “Jooheon, Jooheon…”

It must be something the ringmaster has been hoping for because he lets out a moan of his own so velvety that it swaddles her heart. There’s something about it that feels special—personal. For Mariam, it goes beyond the pleasure of sex. It’s a sound so delectable that she knows she’ll feast on it forever in her memories.

The ringmaster goes rougher now in her walls to build up unrivaled friction. It’s so all-consuming she forgets her other obligations, but the sylphs sure don’t.

Minhyuk has regained his self-control, and it’s clear he’s getting antsy. Without a second thought, he lifts his friend’s dick back to her lips and shoves her mouth back on Changkyun’s tip.

“Keep sucking,” the redhead orders.

Mariam does.

She’s tired to her soul, and though she is in no way ready to end the best night of her life, Mariam’s finding it harder and harder to mine the stamina to please her lovers. Luckily, every hammer of Jooheon’s hips against hers bobs her head deeper onto Changkyun’s length, and when that’s not enough, that’s where friends are happy to step up to look out for each other.

“Let me help you, you ravenous little kitten,” says Minhyuk as he rocks her head on his friend’s cock.

That feeling of helplessness in the face of their lust makes her want to thank them and cum all at once, but she can do neither yet. As much as they’re giving her, they’re all just shy of gunning for the finish line. It’s for the best anyway. As addicted as Mariam is to the climaxes they’ve been serving her, she’s willing to put off her final one as long as possible.

They can use her forever if they want.

It's a symphony of sin in the room. Between the squelching between her legs, the garbles of her throat, and the barbershop trio of harmonized grunting surrounding her, it feels louder than the organ music that drew her here in the first place.

Jooheon leans forward enough to tug her nipples bouncing beneath her. It’s an unexpected ecstasy that makes her cry out with gratitude, though it’s muffled thanks to the cock in her mouth.

There’s nothing to compare this to. The very limits of Mariam’s body and mind are being tested. It’s everything. She can’t go back. She can never go back.

“My turn,” Minhyuk says abruptly and plucks her from Changkyun’s length with a smack of her lips. He turns her mouth to his straining tip and slides in immediately.

Mariam does her very best to service him the same way she did his friend, but the temperature difference is jarring. Her tongue throbs as it cradles his hot shaft. She purrs around him and sucks more eagerly to thaw her throat.

“Oh shit, shit…” he groans. “So fucking sexy.”

Mariam loves the way the fire sylph sounds. His usually feral personality has been chained by the pleasure her mouth is serving him, and instead of his boisterous taunting, he’s a desperate puppy eager for release from all this torture.

“You see his face, Mariam?” asks Jooheon as he rides her hard, and when he realizes he doesn’t have her full attention, he twists one of her nipples a little rougher until she gasps around his friend’s length. “You’ve got Minhyuk ready to blow. You want that, don’t you?”

She mumbles her eagerness around the cock blazing a path toward her throat.

“You’ve got to take good care of him, baby,” the ringmaster continues. “If you please my boys, you’ll please me. You want to please me, right, Mariam?”

She nods and hums, but she doesn’t answer because she can’t afford to. She continues slurping along Minhyuk’s throbbing shaft, and when she risks a teary glance up at him, she finds his face twisted with pleasure.

His hand knots in her hair, and the throbbing becomes a more urgent pulsing on her tongue.

“I can’t hold it any longer. Aw, baby, I’m gonna cum. Please swallow it.”

The “please” from him sounds so foreign, which makes it all the sweeter, and though Mariam has always been a spitter, she realizes that may be because no one had ever asked her to swallow. It had always felt wrong to even consider it. But now that Minhyuk is begging for it, she’s starved for his cum.

His huge hands fold over each other around the back of her head, and he ruts to the back of her mouth to pour his searing seed down her throat. There’s much more of it than she expected, but somehow, it’s also not enough, and when he tries to pull out, her lips follow, her tongue lapping up every trace of his offering.

“Aw, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hisses as he races to pull her back. “Shit, baby, that’s too hot and I’m too sensitive. Fuck, I wish I could give you more. Kyunnie, feed our girl this time, would you?”

Minhyuk swivels Mariam’s head toward his friend, and she opens at once. Changkyun places his tip on her tongue, and he groans hard enough to shake the earth itself.

“Goddamnit, doll, your mouth is on fire.”

This time, Mariam doesn’t hold back. She’s too famished. She wants Changkyun’s cum, too, and she wants it bad.

Jooheon fucks her rougher now, so she knows he’s pleased with her display. The tension in her belly rises exponentially, and she finds herself smiling even as she devours the air sylph’s cock.

Changkyun’s hand skirts under her chin, his finger questing. “Look at me, babydoll, look at me. I want you to watch me cum.”

Mariam whines and does exactly as she’s asked. Just as she had for Minhyuk, she turns her eyes to the sylph and finds that elegant neck tipped back, his powder blue lips open as a fountain of grunts and groans spill forth. One of his hands slides to his throat and squeezes, and he unloads his icy spend into her belly.

He’s still spurting down her throat when he looks at her, brows knitted and nose scrunched with pleasure, and he makes the sexiest little howl as he empties himself of every last drop. He pulls out with a shiver that makes Minhyuk laugh.

“Never seen an air sylph tremble.”

“I don’t feel the cold unless I leave something so fucking warm,” Changkyun retorts. To Mariam, he says, “Thank you, baby.”

Jooheon grabs a handful of her rear and squeezes to remind her she is his and his alone now, and she collects the last of her energy to look over her shoulder.

There she finds the ringmaster glistening with sweat, all the way down his throat and chest and forearms. It even drips under her chin and onto her ass. She’d taste it if he asked her to.

Her core constricts, and Jooheon hisses.

“Did they taste good, sweetheart?” he asks.

“Yes, Jooheon.”

“You did so good, Mariam, so good. You’re doing even better for me. You’re squeezing me an awful lot, baby. Can’t wait to cum?”

She bites her lip and nods. “Please make me.”

“I will, I promise. We’ll cum together, okay?”

“Jooheon…”

She can’t stop crying his name, and she wonders if she’ll ever be able to call out anything else ever again. Maybe that’s been his plan all along.

Mariam sags in her cocoon of silks as she rides out his energetic fucking. All three men have fit inside her differently, but when Jooheon takes control of her, his power is all-consuming. Each thrust drives the air from her lungs in high-pitched whines. Her hair flies around her face and her tits jiggle beneath her and more arousal trickles down onto Jooheon’s thick thighs.

Minhyuk stands before her, unabashed, his cock as soft as his eyes as he watches her take his friend’s pounding. The fire sylph is glowing, the sparkles in his skin all the more glittery post-release.

“Absolutely fucking stunning,” he observes as her eyes roll back in her head.

Mariam’s body is vibrating. From deep within her, something electric and violent is mounting.

“This is it,” says Jooheon. “Help me out, guys.”

The slyphs tag-team her, so that all three men surround her to hold her in place for the ringmaster to fuck at inhuman speed. Fingers thread together over her clit, hot and cold entwined, rubbing and rubbing and rubbing in perfect harmony while the cock inside her enlarges to unprecedented thickness until she can feel every vein goading the last of her consciousness from her.

The feeling overtaking her is so intense, her first instinct is to run from it. Maybe this is more ecstasy than a person can take. It feels like her muscles are being stretched to their limit, like strings being tuned on a violin until they fray.

She’s thinking yellow now, but she can’t bring herself to say it. She can’t say anything, but he does the talking for them.

“Gonna cum, baby. Cum with me.”

With one more drill of Jooheon’s cock, she explodes.

Mariam feels like a starburst, like a supernova.

A scream is torn from her lungs, and she collapses in her chiffon embrace.

She thinks maybe her soul left her for a moment. Maybe it hasn’t come back either because she feels dead to her bones.

“Still with us?” asks Jooheon as he runs his hand down her spine.

“Yeah.”

“I worried you might have passed out there for a second.”

“Mm, no. I’m here. I could take everyone here if you let me,” she boasts, though half of it is through a vicious yawn.

All three men laugh before Jooheon bends forward to kiss the tip of her nose. “Maybe you could, but what makes you think we’d want to share?”

Mariam’s lids droop as she studies his delicate dimples and chocolate eyes, and she nods in slow motion. “Next time then.”

Jooheon exhales sorrowfully. “If you come back, sure, next time. You can have as much of any and all of us as your voracious little heart desires.”

The trio releases the scarves slowly, and she emerges transformed—though, into what, she is unsure. They ease her down onto the mat, where Mariam curls into a ball, her core dribbling liquid indecency all over the floor. Jooheon covers her with his coat before he joins her to spoon.

Changkyun follows suit and mirrors her, their foreheads touching. Not to be left out, Minhyuk spoons Changkyun, completely unbothered by the fact that they’re both as naked as the day they were born.

Mariam’s not sure how long they lay like this, but she does know it’s not nearly long enough. Jooheon kisses her shoulder, and she knows what he’s going to say before he says it.

“I don’t want to go,” she says drowsily. “I don’t want to leave you.”

The ringmaster rolls her onto her back so he can cradle her cheek in his hand as he peers so deeply into her eyes that she can feel him inside her again. “And we don’t want you to go.”

“Then why are you going to make me?” She’s crying now, but she’s expended every ounce of energy on them, and she has no self-control left.

“If you can find us again, you can stay. It’s the rules of the circus, sweetheart, not our rules.”

Though her exhaustion is relentlessly overtaking her, Mariam finds enough strength to cling to Jooheon’s shirt as she implores, “That doesn’t make any sense. How do I find you? I don’t know how I got here in the first place.”

“I can’t—” He cuts himself off and sighs. His head hangs as his two friends clamp their hands on his shoulders. “I can’t tell you that, but if you do return, just know you’ll never have to leave again.”

Hopelessness surges in her chest as strongly as sleep does. Her eyes are shutting against her will, though they refuse to dam her tears.

Jooheon rubs his thumb along the rainbow of her cheek and adds gently, “If I did it, I know you can. Don’t forget us, Mariam. Don’t give up.”

“Never! Never, never! I won’t stop looking until I find you again.”

Jooheon kisses her slackening lips, but even overwhelmed with exhaustion like she’s never experienced, she finds the strength to taste his mouth one last time.

Mariam’s lost the fight to open her eyes again, but as she sinks down toward unconsciousness, she hears the last of their voices like she’s on a train pulling away from their discussion on the platform, and she’s powerless to stop the momentum.

“I don’t want her to forget us,” whines Minhyuk.

“She doesn’t have to forget, does she?” Changkyun asks.

“That’s not up to us, you know that,” Jooheon reminds. “It’s up to her.”

Minhyuk grumbles. “You humans never want to remember.”

“I remembered.”

“You’re different, Honey.”

“She’s different,” adds Changkyun.

“I know,” says Minhyuk. “That’s why I need her to remember.”

Jooheon’s voice is the last thing she hears as she reaches the bottom of the black abyss.

“Remember us, Mariam. Find us again, and we’ll never let you go…”

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“Mariam! Mariam, open your eyes!”

“Jooheon?” she asks groggily. She rubs her eyes to help them adjust faster to the wan gray of pre-dawn.

The fog has lifted. Carmel is Carmel again, though, for a second, she sees stripes overhead and hopes the big top is just behind her. On second look, however, it’s only the diner’s green-and-white vinyl awning snapping in the early morning freeze.

“Who’s Jooheon?”

After a dozen furious blinks, she recognizes the face looming over her as that of Felix, one of the chefs.

Mariam’s not just confused, she feels hungover—or maybe still wasted—not that she’s ever been either, but that’s the only way to describe this sensation of imbalance. She doesn’t feel right.

“Are you okay?” the cook asks as he studies her beneath his scrunched brow.

“I’m okay, I think.”

“Did you pass out or something? Don't tell me you slept out here.”

“Here?”

Only then does Mariam lift her head and look around. It is still dark out, but Felix has the 6:00 a.m. shift, so it must be closer to 5:00 in the morning. She is on one of the benches in front of the diner. She doesn't remember falling asleep here.

She’s also still in yesterday’s clothes, and her server’s apron rests bunched up at the edge of the bench like a makeshift pillow. She rubs the sleep from her eyes and notices the imprint of the bench slats on her hand.

At last, she stands, and she feels the humiliating squish between her legs. Did she have a wet dream on the sidewalk? Thought is both horrifying and preposterous, but she can't decide which it is more of.

“I guess I did,” Mariam says cautiously.

“You don’t remember?” Felix looks seriously concerned now, and he rests a wrinkled hand on her shoulder. “Maybe I should call someone. Or I could run you down to the hospital?”

“No!” she shouts before she tempers herself. “No, that’s really not necessary. I must have just overdid it on my shift.”

Maybe that’s true. Her limbs have never felt so tired; her heart has never felt so heavy.

“On a Tuesday?” Felix presses.

“I guess I haven’t really been sleeping super great the last week. Must have just caught up to me.”

It sounds logical, Mariam thinks, enough to throw the cook off his line of questioning, but none of this makes any sense. She is sure she was lost in the fog. She is sure she went to a night circus. She is sure she has seen things that have altered the very fabric of her reality. She is sure she has felt things that she may never feel ever again.

At least, she was sure…

But sometimes her dreams cross the line, and it makes it hard to differentiate between the physical world and her subconscious. She knows she’s had one before that had felt so good—so real—she had woken up like this, soaked between the thighs and reluctant to reenter reality, but for some reason, she can’t recall it anymore. All she feels, sees, thinks about is her night circus and the beautiful creatures who inhabit it.

And she hears a name looping in her head in her own desperate voice.

Jooheon!

Her nails bite into her palms just to be sure this is reality, and as they do, she feels another tightness, this one on her finger.

It’s a flower ring—rudimentary, handmade, and utterly beautiful. The steel is lumpy and singed, but the way it wraps around her finger, like a climbing rosebush permanently fastening itself to her, soothes her heart.

“You need me to see you home?” asks Felix. “I’m worried about you, kid.”

Mariam shakes her head. “I’m good, but thank you. I’ll see you tonight before shift change?”

He narrows his eyes but nods all the same. “Yeah. You sure you’re good?”

She cradles her ringed hand to her heart and feels as galvanized as the steel itself.

It was real.

It was all real.

They’re all real, and she will find them again soon, she feels it in her heart.

Mariam casts her eyes to the encroaching dawn as the last tendrils of the night fog fades away, and she answers quietly, “All good. I’m going to find my way home.”

[deijiyong]

Before you read: This fanfic is done in a bullet-point style, thus will probably not flow as you would expect a normal fanfic to. Thank you for understanding.

Summary: You were by his side all through high school until he got his first girlfriend. When you lost the one person you felt comfortable with, you had to find new friends in his best friend Jooheon and Jooheon's girlfriend. You expect to keep pulling apart as university approaches, but Changkyun seems to have other plans.

Warnings: some talks of vomiting, mentions of reader being injured (bullied), similar mean pranks

Status: Ongoing

Updates: For currently written parts, every Sunday. When those parts run out: no definite schedule.

Color Key: for talking bullet-points.

Reader is purple.

Changkyun is green.

Jooheon is blue.

Jiyeon (Jooheon's GF) is pink.

Taeyong is red.

no one cares about Sara

Jisoo is orange.

Parts:

2010 January 26th - Changkyun's 14th Birthday

2011 January 26th - Changkyun's 15th Birthday

2011 June 18th - Changkyun invites you to play in the pool

2012 January 26th - Changkyun's 16th Birthday

2014 October 4th - Jooheon's 19th Birthday (YN POV)

2014 October 4th - Jooheon's 19th Birthday (CK POV)

2014 October 5th - Changkyun invites himself over to your house

2014 October 6th - School Monday

2015 February 10th - Graduation Day

2015 February 12th - SNU Move-in Day

2015 March 19th - The day you miss CK the most

2015 April 26th - Taeyong accosts you at the bookstore

2015 June 18th - FIFA World Cup

2015 June 18th - FIFA World Cup (JH POV)

2015 December 5th - Changkyun makes a plan

2015 December 20th - Surprise!! 1/2

2015 December 20th - Surprise!! 2/2

2015 December 21st - Day One 1/2

2015 December 21st - Day One 2/2

2015 December 22nd - Day Two

2015 December 23rd - Day Three

2015 December 24th - Day Four

2015 December 25th - Day Five 1/2

2015 December 25th - Day Five 2/2 (beginning of not written parts)

2015 December 26th - TBA

Note: If it's Sunday and you're waiting for an update, please send me a message? I'm actually pretty freaking forgetful. Sorry in advance.

Note 2: This story is best read through the Tumblr app as the dialogue colors do not appear on my current Tumblr theme.