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mx-bebe31-blog · 6 years ago

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Criminal!Wonho

Criminal!Wonho AU (Grand Theft Auto)

Warnings? This series is fluffff yay!

It really depends on his mood,,,

He knows he’s a good person on the inside - sensitive, caring, loves especially cute and little animals!

But he also knows he can’t resist a shiny new toy - it’s like an itch he can’t scratch

And it’s not his fault it’s so easy - even now he knows it only takes WD-40 and a plunger to pop a lock open in seconds

And he knows he looks the part, too

He’s handsome, and with his eyes anyone would melt if they were questioning him

In his world he works in retail at a high end fashion shop specializing in men’s formal wear

He has to bite his lip when he sees a nice polished car outside belonging to an obviously rich customer. He can only dream that he wasn’t on the clock so he can take the precious minutes they spend in the dressing room to steal their pride away from them

Wonho doesn’t know why he likes stealing nice cars

He knows he’s not necessarily jealous or envious

He doesn’t need a garage full of them to keep his ego alive and up

Of course there’s the thrill, but he’s more of an anxious person,,,,

He thinks it’s just knowing when he’s past the point of no return

When he gets out of the drivers seat and can admire what he’s just taken from someone

Though,,, he gives them back sometimes

Sometimes he just gives them a little joyride before dropping them somewhere

But he always keeps the keys.

Or makes copies of them before dropping the old ones in the streets

He likes the wall of trophies it gives him, even if he did only keep one or three cars at a time, he still knows how many toys he really got

And through a friend he even makes money off of pawning cars to other criminals

And you,,, you are just a person on Rover - the dog walking service

You need the money, obviously, if you are willing to get on an app for people too lazy to walk their own damn dogs between work and free time

Wonho is one of the customers you don’t really mind

He’s met you about twice in the month you’ve known him

He leaves a note and the money on the table for you each week you take care of his dog and his pet cat

He leaves the house at 7:30 am for work, and leaves the key to his house inside a false doorbell

You come around an hour later, feeding the dog and cat for their first meal of the day before taking Wonho’s dog for a walk and making sure he goes to the bathroom

You hang around for awhile, giving pets and lightly playing with both before leaving another hour later

And you know being in someone else’s house is weird, but you usually only stay in the kitchen and dining room of most houses, and you’d never snoop around

But somehow, some way, you end up in a room you’ve never been in before at Wonho’s house

You think it started with a startling noise, and afraid something broke, you went to find the source. Can’t have someone thinking you tried to deface the house

Something did drop, but thank god it didn’t break. It was a little coin bowl that must have been too close to the edge of a table

It looked like an office,,, but there was something kinda,,, off putting

Just an entire wall,,, seemingly dedicated to sets of keys

You don’t know where they are from - they could be house keys, office keys, car keys, any kind of key

But it is interesting how many there are, and how neatly they hang on hooks

None overlap, one set of keys for each hook

You try not to think much of it - everyone has their collection of things they like to have. You have a strange one, too - you like pins. You have two cork boards dedicated to them so far and you’re sure it was just like this key collection

So you just walk away and leave when you’re done with Wonho’s appointment

But the next time you come, you find Wonho is still,,, home

The door is unlocked and you peek inside, but don’t see him

“Oh, Mr. Lee? Do you need me today, are you sick?” You cautiously step inside and wait to hear another voice

Meanwhile his dog gladly comes up to greet you, sniffing at your palm and pawing your leg in excitement

“Yes, sorry Ms. (Y/n).” You hear him round the corner, and he is dressed in,,, well, not pajamas, but they could be with how comfortable they are

You bow, “Oh, hi Mr. Lee. Are you feeling alright? You’re not at work today.”

He smiles, but you see how tired he is behind his eyes

“Just a bit of a cold. I already fed Nari and Byeomie. If you could just take Byeom for a walk, I’d appreciate that.”

You did that, but when you got back, Wonho was waiting on the couch wearing a fluffy robe over his clothes with a cup of tea in one hand

In the other hand,, he held an envelope

“I’m back, Mr. Lee. Need anything else before I go?”

He gave you a curt nod before standing and coming over to you. You eyed the envelope that visibly bulged with what contents were inside

“I just have a question, (Y/n). Did you happen to see my office the other day?”

Your eyes widened as you thought he would be ready to accuse you of something

“I-I did, but only because something fell in there! I picked it up and did nothing else, I promise.”

You wonder how he knew - if you left the door open, if you put the coin bowl in a completely different spot, if somehow you bumped into something with your shoulder -

Wonho slaps the envelope into your hand with a tight smile

“It’s alright. I suppose you saw those keys?”

You nod dumbly, “Yes, I did, I thought you might have collected them or something - I do the same thing with pins.” You try to appease him in case it was something of his that he never wanted anyone else to see

He chuckles, “Oh, I guess you could say I collect them. They’re from all the cars I’ve stolen.”

He mentions this so casually before taking a sip of tea

But you only bug out more

You wish you had the audacity to question him, but you are nothing but a meek dog walker in front of him

“I trust that you take that -” He raises his tea cup to gesture to the envelope, “and leave this place. If that isn’t enough to keep you quiet to police, then I’m sure we can arrange something more to your tastes.”

Your mind just flashes to all the keys on the wall before your eyes look at the envelope

“W-What’s inside..? Um, you don’t have to give me this, a-and who will take care of Byeom and Nari?”

Wonho looks down at you with slewed eyes, and you feel like he’s threatening you while being nice about it

“Money, of course. If you want to count it, go ahead, but there is 20k there. Is that alright, sweetie?”

He sips his tea as you try not to choke on your own saliva

Your fingers squeeze the envelope and find the content could be quite possible

“It’s...a lot of money.” You squeak out, brows creasing as you think this is so wrong, yet...he just confessed to being a criminal and you could take the money and go

“Yes, it is.” He says slyly. “And it’s yours. Just take it, okay?”

“Um...ok. Thanks. You didn’t have to.” You say quietly

He smiles, and it’s friendly and bright. He’s like two different people.

His hand reaches out and threads his fingers in your hair before ruffling your locks like a kid

“Well, it’s a good investment. Stay safe, ok? Enjoy that money.”

So,,, you bow, and quietly and awkwardly are escorted out by Wonho. You put the spare key back in it’s place with shaking hands before looking up at Wonho one more time

He winks

“Ok bye Mr. Lee!” You quickly sputter out before turning around with a blush creeping on your cheeks

When you get home you can’t help it

You rip open the envelope and empty it out on your kitchen table

Stacks of one hundred dollar bills are bound together by the thousand

There’s twenty stacks

Your fingers shake as you run them over the green bills

It’s a lot of money, and yet, now that you have so much, you want more

You wonder what he does as a criminal to earn enough to just throw 20k at his dog sitter

Maybe he needs an assistant,,,, or a helper

You still have Mr. Lee’s number… and he’s still home

You don’t know if it’s the thrill, the adrenaline, or how your eyes shine looking at money

But you like it

You pick up your phone and call Mr. Lee

You wonder if he’ll even -

“Ms. (Y/n)... Hearing from you already? What a surprise. What can I do for you, sweetheart?”

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I was so excited to write Wonho bc when I was thinking of more petty crimes to write MX I immediately thought of GTA and was like,,, that’s my boy Wonho right there

Hope you enjoyed! <3

-S

#monsta x #wonho #monsta x wonho #hoseok #monsta x au #wonho au #criminal au #monsta x criminal au #monsta x wonho criminal au #wonho criminal au

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iibonniee · 2 years ago

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Requests: Open! (As of 29/08/22)

|OPENED FOR Shownu, Wonho, Minhyuk (one-shots only) and Kihyun |

Requesting Rules: When requesting a story please include the member and what you want the story to be about! Please do not spam me! I tend to take my time writing stories, so if you're curious as to if I saw your request, you can check here. My asks are open for both requests and to chat.

Groups I currently write for: Monsta X (Ot7),

Group(s) I will start writing for in the near future: --

What I do write for: fluff, smut, angst, and group scenarios.

What I won't write for: I'm not a picky person, but I will not take a request for criminal activity (outside of a mafia au), anything to do with physical harm to oneself or those around them intentionally, abuse in any form, and something that is incredibly unrealistic outside of an au.

Rember: I have the right to reject a story if it doesn't seem fit!

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the-chaotic-neutral-pansexual · 3 years ago

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Planned Works/Ideas for October

Hello everyone, as I mentioned previously I’ve been working on some stuff. I also have been feeling very inspired as of late and will be writing some more. I wanted to get this October started off right so here is a list of some things that will be coming your way hopefully sooner than later. I don't feel comfortable giving exact dates because as I've mentioned before certain factors can cause my writing schedule to be sporadic (also why I will not be participating in kinktober) Since some ideas are more developed than others his list will be separated into three categories:

Full ideas

People/characters who will be getting works

Ideas/tropes that I want to write about

Let's Begin!

First up here are the fully developed ideas that are in progress.

Yoon Hyunsuk (Cix)

Nerd!Hyunsuk x Popular!reader (college au)

The tall, shy, handsome, boy who sits behind you in every class you share has a secret. Like many other people on campus, he was hopelessly in love with you. It began three years ago, freshman year, and every day it only got stronger. Over the years this has led him to do some… questionable things he's not a bad guy by any means he's just an awkward college boy in love. At first, it was innocent just sitting behind you in classes that you shared. He hoped that this would give him some time to gain some confidence to talk to you while still remaining close to you. He really didn’t mean to begin eavesdropping on your conversations or reading your texts over your shoulder, he just wanted to learn more about you before he approached you. But as time went on the worse he got from smelling your hair to following you around campus to lurking your socials to finally finding your dorm room. He told himself that he was just trying to return a jacket you left in class so he racked his brain for all of the information he “gathered” and remembered your room number. It was just supposed to be a quick drop off of the jacket he played out the scenario in his head a thousand times. knock on the door, tell you he picked it up when you forgot it, give it to you, and leave. But, when he knocked on the door it opened slightly you weren’t there but you left it cracked indicating that you would be back soon. The change in circumstances caused him to panic and so he decided to just go in and drop it on your bed as opposed to waiting at your door for you. As soon as he fully entered the room the door closed behind him and after folding your jacket placing it on your bed he goes to leave. Turns out you left your door cracked for a reason, he twists the knob and pulls with all his might but he can’t get it opened. The door jammed and he’s stuck in your room. Before he even gets the chance to panic he hears you right outside the door.

Request

Klaus Mikaelson (TVD/The Originals)

Cursed!KlausxSoulmate!Reader

Klaus kills a woman. Unbeknownst to him, this woman was the soulmate of a powerful witch. In revenge the witch curses him vowing that the day Klaus finds his soulmate they will be made immortal but their soul would be removed leaving an eternal one-sided soulmate connection where Klaus is completely connected to them ( can only love and desire them, unable to hurt or kill them, able to see their thoughts and feel their emotions/pain.etc) but they have no connection to him. The witch finally takes the only reverse to the spell to the grave with him and his wife leaving nobody else to break the spell. The story will center around an interesting toxic yet slightly romantic relationship between Klaus and the reader where over years they are continuously on and off again. Klaus does everything to get the reader to love and stay with him and the reader uses this to their advantage. When they’re together its great but when they’re apart things never go well. In the end, the reader can always leave him but he can never leave them so he takes any measure to keep them by his side.

Choi Soobin (TXT)

Sub!SoobinxDom catgirl!reader

The Cat Owns You Part 2

After returning home from the café Soobin you’re finally able to transform. Now being human you keep up a nice façade for the evening eating dinner and watching television peacefully. Having you around for these few hours has him believing he made the right decision after a while he took you to your room before retiring to his own for the night. He drifts off to sleep happily thinking that he found a simple way to fix his loneliness issue a cute catgirl who resides in the room beside his. Nothing could have prepared him for what would happen a few hours later. Waking up to feel his hands and legs in an uncomfortable position he tries to adjust himself but he can’t, opening his eyes to look he realizes that he’s tied to the 4 sides of his bedpost. Before he can question what’s happening he sees you making your way toward him with the collar he purchased earlier in your hands. You notice that he’s awake but continue on fastening the collar around his throat before positioning yourself to sit on him, straddling his spread body “(Y/N) what’s going on” he asks trying to sound stern but it comes out as more of a whisper as the reality of his situation really begins to set in affecting his body in a way he didn’t expect. “Shhh don’t worry I’ll take care of you” you whisper in his ear sending a shiver through his body. Every second that passes he can feel his resolve fading he knows that he wants whatever is about to happen and soon he won’t be able to say no you know this too. He quickly yet unconvincingly rushes out “ no you can’t do this” causing you to chuckle “ Yes I can, I can do whatever I want you signed the papers” before he can ask what you mean you continue “I own you”

Up next here are some muses that I will be writing about once I find the perfect ideas for them:

Garou (Genshin Impact)

Nejire Kamado (My Hero Academia)

Mina Ashido (My Hero Academia)

Shoto Todoroki (My Hero Academia)

Kazutora Hanemiya (Tokyo Revengers)

Choi Beomgyu (TXT)

Choi Chanhee (The Boyz)

Jeong Jaehyun (NCT)

Park Seonghwa (Ateez)

Wonho (Soloist)

Sunmi (soloist)

Sana (twice)

Beelzebub (Obey Me)

Loki Laufeyson (MCU)

Buckey Barnes (MCU)

Hela Odinson(MCU)

Wanda Maximoff (MCU)

And finally here are some ideas for works (I’m thinking of making a proper prompt list but for now you can request any of these ideas with a muse from above and I will try to fulfill it. Just make sure to specify what type of story you want (fluff, smut, angst, general hcs, drabbles, etc):

Reader is an evil sorcerer and the muse is their loyal familiar

Reader is a succubus and muse is a charge that keeps summoning them

Reader is like Hades and muse is like Persephone

Female Knight reader saves prince muse

Criminal reader goes yandere for normal muse

Opposites attract the big, scary, cold reader and soft cute muse

Muse who is a twitch streamer by day and a camgirl/boy by night

Reader is a Sugar mommy and muse is one of their many sugar babies it starts off fine but then muse falls in love and wants to be readers only one

Dom reader x fem switch muse x sub male muse

Ruler reader x harem

Reader is mean to everyone but muse

Smart tsundere reader dating clingy affectionate himbo/bimbo muse

Fem Joker type reader x male Harley type muse

Reader is an engineer who finds robot muse and fixes them

Vampire queen reader and yandere muse servant who wants to be readers walking blood bag

Hero reader saves muse from a yandere and muse becomes yandere

Demon reader x angel muse

A muse who keeps trying to kill a reader that they don’t know is invulnerable reader knows muse is trying to kill them but doesn’t stop them because they think it’s cute.

#dom!reader #sub!idol #sub!kpop #cix fluff #cix x reader #hyunsuk x reader #sub!cix #txt x reader #soobin x reader #sub!soobin #catgirl #the vampire diares imagine #the originals #the originals x reader #klaus mikealson x reader #upcoming #wips #yandere scenarios

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alchile-recs · 4 years ago

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fic recs

bts

seokjin | yoongi | hoseok |

namjoon | jimin |

taehyung | jungkook | ot7 |

other

all time fave fics

tag for major warnings :: mentions of rape, major character death, mental illness, eating disorder, etc

archive of your own fanfic recs

my ao3 user is @/snoopyjhs

bts or kpop ao3 fanfic recs

anime ao3 fic recs

ffxv ao3 fic recs

house of the dragon ao3 fic recs

use the ao3 tag in my blog!!

korean novel recs

aus by alphabetical order:

E:: enemies-to-lovers | exes | establish relationship |

I:: idol-verse | incubus | impreg |

L:: lgbtq+ centered | librarian | lifeguard |

N:: nerd | ninja | noona | neighbor |

O:: office | orgy |

V:: vampire | virginity | valentines day |

Y:: youtuber | yandere |

Z:: zombie | zoom |

#navigation #masterlist #alchilerecs #kpop #bts

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kkodzvken · 4 years ago

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luuuune can u give music recs? the songs your fics are named after are all so good

grouping these all together bc most of my inspiration does come from music!! usually, my ideas start w a general vibe or “spark”, and then i flesh it out from there. the spark normally comes from music, but sometimes it’s a book i’m reading, or a conversation i had, or just random things (for example, i saw some flowers earlier this week that gave me an idea for a dabi fic KDHFJSK). i usually pick one song and loop it while i’m writing bc otherwise the variety gets too distracting lol

recs under the cut!! i went pop -> kpop -> punk/emo/alt

to start out w, everyone and their mom recommends chase atlantic lmao but they r just SO GOOD !! and the vibes r so sexy and give me so much angst inspo skfjdkskw

songs: slide, like a rockstar, lust, consume, i never existed. the don’t try this ep is my favorite, and i’m writing a dabihawks punk band au inspired by it!!

i also listen to the weeknd (trilogy), khalid, sza and kehlani (their latest album, it was good until it wasn’t, is a fucking masterpiece) a lot while writing!!

one of my faves is shinee, specifically jonghyun and taemin’s solo albums (ot5 until i die, but their solo music is sexy and sets the ~mood~ for writing smut lmao). i gave some jjong rec’s in the tags of this post!!

taemin songs: heaven, love and pansy hurt my heart. thirsty, criminal, famous, and sexuality are hoe songs lmao

speaking of shinee, i like other kpop as well!! bts are forever my number #1 (hyyh is one of my favorite albums ever — so bittersweet, makes me painfully nostalgic). also looove monsta x !! tomorrow x together, stray kids and ateez are also great. mamamoo r the only girl group that i like, i just can’t vibe w a lot of gg concepts skfjfjsj (although i do like a few soloists)

a lot of people stan kpop just for the idols but i do like the music a lot!!

txt: ghosting, blue hour, drama (the japanese music video is haikyuu concept lmao), our summer

monsta x: middle of the night, nobody else, gasoline (the title is in hangul so you can’t look it up specifically on streaming services, but it’s the second song on the fatal love album), last carnival, blind, my beast, turbulence (again, hangul title, but it’s track 7 on take.2 we are here)

i also recommend solo albums/mixtapes of the monsta x members!! joohoney’s psyche, i.m’s duality, and wonho’s two eps!!

and speaking of solo work, all of the bts rapline have amazing solo mixtapes. i love their group music that’s hype w heavy concepts/production/choreo (ot7 always), but the mixtapes hold a special place in my heart because they feel so ...intimate, almost? like a piece of their hearts that they’re sharing with the world. rm’s mono is the definition of comfort. j-hope’s hope world is lots of fun, but he just released the extended version of blue side, and it’s absolutely heartbreaking (and reminds me a lot of touya lol). and agust d... listen, i love him more than words can say, so his mixtapes d-2 and self-titled, along w the other song’s he’s solo produced like eight by iu, are very special to me.

i’m not majorly into skz/ateez/mamamoo like i am w the other groups, but they’re all amazing performers so i recommend checking out their comeback + awards show stages!!

i also really love eAeon, he’s a korean indie artist, and his music is breathtaking. he just dropped an album called fragile that’s i adore, the lead single don’t features rm of bts and is unbelievably beautiful.

okay that’s all good and fun but the majority of what i listen to is emo shit lmfaoo i’m definitely more into alt + punk music, here are some of my fave bands and fave songs from them!!

blood command: they are unreal i love them SO MUCH!! they’re a norwegian punk rock band w a female singer, return of the arsonist ep is when i got into them and it’s golden. no thank you i’m more into fake grindcore, saturday city, white skin/tanned teeth, and alarm all assassins are some of their best songs imo

dance gavin dance: listen... their music scratches a certain itch in my brain that makes me go insane akdjfjsk they’ve had a bunch of different lineups but the more recent albums with tillian and jon on vocals are my favorites (jonny craig can suck my dick, fuck that dude). lost, son of robot, bloodsucker, young robot, inspire the liars, jesus h. macy are all great. acceptance speech, man of the year, and evaporate make me cry/lose my mind

mannequin pussy: *chefs kiss* drunk ii is a masterpiece, i cried to that shit every day after a break up, so cathartic. cream and kiss are more upbeat, and their latest song perfect is also vv good!!! patience is a beautiful, emotional album, whereas romantic and self titled have more classic alt bops

G.L.O.S.S.: listen, theyre so fucking cool, and i respect the hell out of them. they only released a few songs before disbanding but i’ll cherish those songs until i die. they perfectly embody what punk should be. demo 2015 is on streaming services, and their second and final ep trans day of revenge can easily be found online!!

wow this is getting fucking LONG so i’ll just quickly list a few more, but this was so fun, i love talking ab music!! pls don’t be shy, i’m always down to give more recs or hear about the stuff that u like!!

movements, yonaka, shiny wet machine, real friends, skating polly, nova twins, the japanese house, bratmobile, yours truly. and, ofc, the pop punk staples: jimmy eat world, paramore, waterparks, stand atlantic, neck deep, the story so far, etc etc !!

#��.anon #fun fact i almost went to a mannequin pussy show w my ex #like ... after we broke up #i was rlly gonna go w him to see them play the song that made me think of him and cry my eyes out LMFAOOOO #it was. a moment of weakness . i am not that person anymore #yeah but like #the music i listen to while writing and the music i listen to in general r very different #i have to listen to more lowkey vibe music while writing #otherwise i’ll get too into it and forget what i’m supposed to be doing lmao #i’m sorry for how long this list got omfg i got carried away

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ao3feed-ateez · 3 years ago

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by AyanaDiamond

All the members of the Stray Kids, along with the rest of the humanity, live in the 'New World'.

New World is surprisingly enough, the new World. And it is a random event to come across a vampire or an angel while crossing the street in this World.

Supernatural creatures are accepted, but not exactly tolerated. Some of them live inside the 8 Districts, by signing the 'Cohabitation of the Supernatural and the Humankind' Contract (CSH) , which puts heavy restrictions on the usage of their supernatural powers.

Outside these districts, life is still going on... or that's what people think anyway. People prefer to call that place 'the Underworld'. As the area outside the districts is no different than hell itself.

These 8 Districts also have an arch enemy. Someone with a complicated life and character. Someone called Lee Felix, who knows all too well what happens in the Underworld, in the 9th District.

Words: 745, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of supernatural is a natural occurrence

Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band), ATEEZ (Band), 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, NCT (Band), Mamamoo, BLACKPINK (Band), (여자)아이들 | (G)I-DLE, Monsta X (Band), SuperM (Korea Band), ENHYPEN (Band), K-pop, Red Velvet (K-pop Band), TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band), ITZY (Band)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Relationships: Hwang Hyunjin/Lee Felix

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Hybrids, hybrids are not welcome, districts rule the world, district 9 is a myth, Alternate Universe - District 9 (Music Video), felix is a wanted criminal, Break-Out, Hwang Hyunjin is Whipped, skz are criminals, Criminal AU, kinda swifts to mafia later on, supernatural mafia, district 9 is called the underworld, Hybrid Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Mafia Stray Kids, Bad Boy Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Vampire Hwang Hyunjin, Demon Kim Taehyung | V, Warlock Kim Namjoon | RM

#ateez #ao3feed #Kpop rpf

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thebiasrekkers · 4 years ago

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Additional Warnings: Teasing, Fingering, Spanking, just Jin being a dirty little lover (LOL)

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 3,795

Tag List: @prisczero, @pinkpjmin, @btsaudge, @flowerwrites06, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali

Chapter 37: Awake

“It’s not that I believe it, but that I want to try holding out...”

© thebiasrekkers (Admin E). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

The rain fell in heavy torrents outside. Seokjin sat at his desk, elbows resting on the surface with his fingers pressing together. If anyone happened to enter his office at that moment, they quickly vacated the room without disturbing him. He was usually kind, impressionable, and full of answers to the many questions that were thrown at him. He had a gentle smile or soft reprimand prepared for any situation.

Kim Seokjin’s current expression, however, would have frightened anyone who dared to look upon it.

His eyes, normally bright, were exceptionally dark and fierce. Full lips were pressed together in a semi-thin line as brows furrowed harshly over his eyes. The only sound resonating through the room was the steady ticking of the clock hanging over his bookshelf. A pin could drop in the room and it would have sounded like a gunshot fired off.

Why?

It was a single question that continued to bounce around inside of Seokjin’s head for days. No, weeks. He knew that there would be unrest in the criminal underworld upon their departure. It was a given. Gangnam and Yongsan were not small territories. All the other district heads were salivating at the idea that Golden Jackal turf was up for auction – metaphorically speaking. There would be no bidding for those areas. It would be an all-out war.

What disturbed Seokjin the most, the nagging concern that continued to plague his waking hours, was why no one seemed bothered into making a move. None of them. Not even Dongwook turned his head in the direction of those two territories. Something was brewing under the surface, far below the sight of the normal world. The underground was horrifying without all the clichés. It was dirty and festering like a wound that had been allowed to become infected.

His eyes narrowed slightly. …why isn’t anyone moving?

Seokjin’s calculations were normally spot on – perfect to the point of it being eerie. His call to hold off opening the hotel to timing down when, exactly, the others would need to pull out of the game. Namjoon and he spent many late nights figuring all the ins and outs to the tiniest of details. The Golden Jackals were able to succeed up to this point thanks to them both combining their efforts to see through every move and calculate all countermeasures.

However, it was clear the Jade Fangs were preparing for things far in advance. He recalled Namjoon’s face after the encounter he’d had with Shownu. As far back as Seokjin could remember, he’d never seen Namjoon reveal such an expression. There was anger, of course, but something akin to uncertainty that, had any of the others been privy to it, would have lost all motivation to continue down the path they were currently on. They hadn’t made a mistake. Seeing either Hoseok, Namjoon, or even himself waver would have made all their work disintegrate into a puff of smoke.

They couldn’t let that happen.

The shrill sound of the phone shattered Seokjin’s thought process. He cut his eyes toward it, watching the red light flash with each ring. Reaching out, he picked it up from the receiver.

“This is Kim Seokjin,” he answered calmly.

“Oh, Hyung,” Jimin said on the other line. There was a tone-shift that Seokjin instantly recognized. Jimin was uncomfortable with something, but he was unsure of whether or not to tell Seokjin about it.

Seokjin sighed. “What is it, Jimin-ah?”

Jimin hesitated, as if trying to piece together the situation he was dealing with at that exact moment. “You, uh…you have a guest?”

It was a question. Seokjin frowned, his eyes lowering to his cell phone to see that he’d received a text from Anastasia. He’d given her the day off and now he was regretting it. She would have chased this person off the premises, of that he was most certain. He sighed, unable to stave off the grin at the little kitty emoji she’d sent him, along with the words “Fighting” at the end.

“Who is it?”

“…it’s Wonho Hyung.”

He blinked, his gaze lifting to the doors to his office. No. It was a good thing that Anastasia wasn’t in the office now. Seokjin recalled the look on Wonho’s face when he’d first laid eyes on his financial advisor.

Dissolved or not, The Ice Claw of the Golden Jackals would not stand for it.

“Send him in,” Seokjin said finally. He could hear Jimin beginning to protest but he silenced him with a harsh click of his tongue. “Send him in, Jimin-ah.” He hung up the phone, promptly ending the conversation.

Rising from his seat, Seokjin made his way toward the side bar in his office. He didn’t bother turning his head as the doors opened and closed. Instead, he focused on preparing the drinks for both himself and his “guest”. As he poured the gin into the glass, he heard a familiar chuckle to his right.

“You remembered,” gruffed Wonho, his shadow casting itself just over Seokjin’s shoulder, “I’m impressed.”

Turning slightly, he met Wonho’s gaze – the man grinning easily as his lip piercing glinted from the fluorescent lighting of the room. Seokjin held the glass of gin out to him, waiting for it to leave his fingers before returning his attention to the liquor decanters. Dropping two cubes of ice into a tumbler, he let the amber liquid fall into the container – the distinct smell of scotch filling his nares.

“Who could forget your horrible choice of booze, Wonho-yah?” Seokjin turned back to Wonho and the two of them clinked their glasses together.

He gestured to the lounge area of his office where they had a clear view of the city from a large set of bay windows. Seokjin pressed a button on the wall, allowing the curtains to part so the lights of the city could fill the space between them. They both leaned along the frame, their bodies opposite of each other, not really paying their drinks any real mind. Or the city.

Seoul bustled with life below them. Cars zoomed past; pedestrians milled about – heading to unknown destinations. But the noise of the city never reached them.

There was only the sound of the clock ticking away.

Seokjin lifted his drink up to his lips, taking a slow sip to savor the smooth burn that slid down his throat. He didn’t have to look up to know that Wonho was sizing him up. But like always, Seokjin’s body gave nothing away.

“You’re not even going to ask me why I’m here, Jin Hyung,” Wonho said, amusement clear in his tone. It wasn’t a question.

The corner of Seokjin’s mouth lifted in a half grin as he continued to stare out across the cityscape. “Should I?”

“You’re not the least bit curious.”

This time, he let his gaze shift to meet Wonho’s. “Again, should I?”

Wonho’s grin widened, causing the chain connecting his lip ring to his earring to move. “It’s because you already know why.”

Seokjin shrugged. “This is becoming a one-sided conversation rather quickly, don’t you think?” He narrowed his eyes to Wonho ever so slightly. “So, why don’t you do us both a favor and get to the point of this little visit already, hm?”

For a while, neither of them said a word. All they did was smile at each other. Then Wonho began to chuckle; a low and rumbling sound. Seokjin followed suit with a slow building laugh of his own. Finally, both men were laughing loudly, their shoulders practically vibrating from the gesture.

He felt the movement before seeing it. The two men dropped their drinks, the shattering of glass lost to them as their bodies seemed to move of their own accord. Seokjin’s body shifted to the right just as Wonho’s arm thrust out to land a hit to his shoulder. Jerking his elbow up, he knocked into Wonho’s forearm and took a step forward at the same time he did. Seokjin’s arm shot out, his hand immediately clamping over Wonho’s throat seconds after he felt the blow to his ribs. The muscles in his biceps flexed, forcing Wonho’s weight to the left until the other man’s head was pressed against the glass window.

Seokjin winced at the pain blossoming at his core, causing the other man to chuckle, albeit strained from the hold the older man had on him.

“Y-You’ve gotten a little slower, J-Jin Hyung.” Wonho was in obvious discomfort, but still felt like cracking jokes.

Grinning, he dug his fingers into Wonho’s flesh just a bit more, silencing the noises coming from him. “Is that what you think?”

“It’s what I know.” Seokjin felt Wonho grab at his wrist, attempting to loosen the hold he had on his neck. “Falling in love has made you weak.”

The smirk fell from Seokjin’s face, as if Wonho slapped it away. Replacing the momentary look of shock was absolute rage. He squeezed harder, watching the other man’s face change to a concerning shade of red. Seokjin took a step forward, his chest just barely pressing up against Wonho’s.

“Come again?” Wonho coughed against his grasp but Seokjin showed no signs of easing up. “You wanna run that by me one more time, Lee Wonho?”

Instead of answering, the younger man simply laughed. That simple action was enough for Seokjin as realization washed over him like a bucket of ice water. After everything he’d heard from the others, he’d allowed his guard to slip for even a second. And Seokjin was infuriated at the victorious expression painting Wonho’s features.

Goddammit, he thought, the vein at his neck pulsing in time with his ire. He glared at Wonho, wanting in that moment to give into impulse and smash him through the window. Fucking Jack Rabbit…

Taking a step back, he watched as Wonho began to cough and massage his neck. There was a distinct crunch of glass under them as they shuffled over the broken shards. Neither of them paid it any mind. Not when it was obvious that the trap, small as it was, had been sprung.

“It’s just like I thought,” the other man finally managed to croak out, a strained chuckle tacked on the end of his words, “and I told Changkyun-ah what would happen.”

Seokjin pressed a hand to his side, unable to ignore the ache of pain there any longer. “Whatever game you think you’re playing, you need to stop.”

Again, Wonho laughed. “If you weren’t going to finish the game, you never should have started playing in the first place.”

“What’d you say?”

“Did you forget, Jin Hyung? When you first showed up in Seoul all those years ago? Before the Golden Jackals even came around?” Wonho was smiling, but his tone was full of barbs. “You all turned down the offer to become a Jade Fang. One of Changkyun’s people. After getting an in and obtaining all the knowledge you needed, you spat in our faces and left to form your own group.”

Seokjin didn’t know whether to be outraged or laugh. He chose a mixture of both. “Did you think we were going to become Im Changkyun’s lackeys? ” he asked, his brows raising slightly. “Have you lost your mind?”

“We offered you a place at our table—”

“And we didn’t want it, Wonho,” Seokjin cut in, not sure of what to make of this conversation now, “we never did.”

“That’s fine,” he said easily, strolling past Seokjin, “and since Hoseok clearly doesn’t want to join hands with Changkyun, then there’s nothing else for us to really talk about.”

Seokjin turned around just as he saw Wonho heading for the door.

“Ya, Lee Wonho!”

The younger man paused, his fingers resting on the door handle. Wonho glanced over his shoulder to meet Seokjin’s gaze, his smile remaining.

“You better know where the line is.” Seokjin’s eyes narrowed severely. “Don’t even dream of crossing it.”

Instead of replying, Wonho’s grin grew, and then he exited the office – leaving Seokjin alone to feel suffocated by the silence.

…it’s almost time.

He didn’t wait for Anastasia to greet him with her warm, bubbly smile like she so often did when he came to see her. He wouldn’t let her take his coat or offer him a drink. He hadn’t bothered with teasing remarks like he usually did when they were behind closed doors.

Completely ignoring the house slippers, he kicked his shoes off in the entryway and hoisted Anastasia into his arms. She flailed, her hands pressing into his shoulders as she made every attempt to get him to slow down. In ten seconds, he already had her back pressed against the window of her apartment – his arms taking comfort in the cold emitting from the surface. The deep desire was building in Seokjin’s lips, completely overtaking her own.

Tasting her was a sin he willingly committed every chance he could get.

Whatever words Anastasia had were gone and Seokjin didn’t want to talk. He wanted to feel everything; feel her. If she wanted to talk, he would simply rob her of the ability to speak until he was ready for any kind of conversation.

“S-Seokjin,” she managed to puff out when he’d released her mouth, “w-wait a minute.”

Her mewl of protest halted him momentarily, his dark eyes boring into her deep seas of green. Anastasia looked like a deer caught in headlights and he bit back a grin. Instead, his thumb slowly traced the line of her brow all the way to her lips. Tucking the tip of it between the rosy buds, now swollen from his affection, he leaned in to further crowd her space.

“Y-You haven’t eaten yet,” Anastasia stammered, her back pressing further into the window as he, too, took a step into her bubble. “Aren’t you hungry?”

“I am.” His answer came out huskier than he’d intended, causing her cheeks to flush further.

She tried to push against him, but he didn’t move a single inch.

“T-Then let me cook already!”

Seokjin shook his head, leaning down so that his lips were barely brushing across hers. “Dinner can wait.”

Before she could protest, he was already dipping his hands under her baggy sweatshirt – his cold hands instantly warmed by her soft skin nestled beneath. She yelped from his touch and he leaned forward, whispering apologies before sealing his mouth over hers in a heated kiss. Caressing her stomach, he slid his hands around her back until his knuckles brushed over the waistband of her flannel pajama pants. He dipped them beneath, grabbing handfuls of her ass in his palms and lifting her up and against him.

She wrapped her legs around his waist without having to be asked and Seokjin grinned, giving her a good squeeze as he moved – legs slowly ascending the stairs leading to her bedroom loft. When his knees knocked against the edge of the bed, he held Anastasia against him as he leaned back, his hands moving to pull her sweatshirt completely off her torso. Goosebumps immediately peppered across her skin and he began to kiss her collar, his tongue sliding across to her shoulder until he was able to bite into the meat of the muscle there.

Groaning softly, he gently lowered her body down. Just before she was about to reach the bed, however, Seokjin pinched at the back of her calves, causing her grip to release him as she unceremoniously flopped onto the mattress. Her face screwed up in obvious displeasure, but Seokjin didn’t allow her time to issue a complaint. His hands were already at work, gripping onto the waist of her pants and yanking them off in one clean motion. Anastasia’s eyes widened and she attempted to scramble up the bed, away from him, but he was fine with that.

He preferred the hunt.

Seokjin shed his jacket and blazer with little effort on his part, leaning down to remove his socks while maintaining his gaze with the beautiful woman he’d become attached to more and more with every passing day they spent together. Even when they weren’t together, he was enraptured with her and there was an angry imp inside of him cursing Wonho for seeing it clearly when Seokjin, himself, had not bothered to give it a voice.

Love.

“Are you running from me?” he asked while slowly removing his tie. “Huh, Anastasia?”

She looked gob smacked by his question – as if she truly couldn’t believe what was coming out of his mouth. To be fair, he couldn’t blame her. He’d hardly been this aggressive. Ever.

Seokjin snatched her by her ankle, yanking her roughly toward him. There was a half cry, half laugh that exploded from Anastasia. He loved her laugh and he loved knowing that he was the reason for it. Once her legs were dangling on either side of him, he quickly unbuttoned his dress shirt and tossed it to the floor without a second glance. His bare torso was exposed and he could feel the chill running through the air. He pouted slightly while Anastasia seemed almost lost at looking at his body, as if appreciating it for the first time.

“You’re not poor, you know?” He watched her blink up at him, like she’d been knocked out of a trance. He slid his belt off and it, too, hit the floor. “Why do you keep being cheap about the heat?”

Anastasia’s face contorted into child-like outrage. “Ya, Kim Seokjin!”

Seokjin let his hand sail down to her underwear, his palm cupping the warmth that cropped there. He let a middle finger press into the fabric, feeling the nub that was starting to throb and grow wet under his touch. Whatever rebuttals she had were silenced as he rubbed slow, agonizing circles around her clit over the surface of her panties. He could smell her, wanting nothing more than to cover his entire body in that scent.

As he continued to rub circles around her nub, distracting her, his other hand reached down and pulled her underwear completely off her hips. She gasped, her warmth exposed to the frigid air. Seokjin dropped his trousers and groaned at the ache in his loins – his erection fighting against the confines of his boxer briefs. Anastasia reached out to grasp his forearms, unsure of what he was going to do next but silently letting him know that she was ready.

Grabbing for her waist, he flipped her over until her ass bounced in the air – watching her honey wheat locks escape from the updo she’d tied it in and spill over her back. His cold hands slid along the curve of her spine until his fingers flicked over the clasp of her bra – releasing the latch and watching the article flutter to the bed.

He watched her body shudder as she attempted to keep herself up on all fours, admiring the way her folds glistened. Her pale skin flushed and Seokjin already knew that she was becoming self-conscious. Tsking under his breath, he reached out to firmly smack her ass – watching it grow red where his hand was. Anastasia choked out a gasp, and he grinned as her fingers curled into the blankets.

“Are you acting shy? Hm?”

Anastasia whined. He knew she was unable to voice her tantrum to his outrageous question. He smacked her other ass cheek for good measure, eliciting soft, whining mewls from her.

“I’ve told you a million times already,” Seokjin whispered, his fingers sweeping down over her folds to catch the juices from her, “that you’re beautiful.”

He lifted his hand to his lips, swirling his tongue over the digits, making sure that she was watching. There was a hint of a smirk on her lips and Seokjin leaned forward, pressing his chest against her backside and feeling her velvet heat along his stomach. Shimmying out of his underwear, his erection sprung forward, rock hard and aching with desire that he knew only she could satisfy.

She knew it too.

Pressing his hand against her back, he forced her chest to rest along the bed so that her ass was up just a little bit higher. He curled inward, pressing his lips against her spine to trail kisses all the way down until he pressed his lips on both red marks on her ass. Soothing balms for the punishment he’d given her. Seokjin saw her reaching as far as she could towards the headboard, her hands finding the pillow and digging into the soft plush until her knuckles were ghostly white.

Grasping onto her hips with bruising force, Seokjin slid into her fully in one thrust – the world falling to a raw tilt that had his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Anastasia cried out in both pain and pleasure, his name falling from her lips like a litany to a deity that no longer existed but was desperately being summoned. He took his time sliding out of her, his tip just scarcely brushing along her folds, before pushing all the way in. The cadence was slow, deliberate, until he couldn’t take it anymore. The climb was harsh, nails raking along her pale skin as she continued to clutch with ferocity into the sheets and pillows – her voice muffled in the cotton while taking him every single time.

And when he couldn’t handle the pacing he was dragging them both through, when he knew she couldn’t handle it anymore, Seokjin increased speed – thrusting like a piston with precision. The spot that felt the best, the part that satisfied him, was finally within reach. He could feel her walls closing in around him, gripping with a need to keep him there – to continue hitting that spot.

So, he did.

Over.

And over.

And over again.

His chest fell across her back, their cries intermingling as their climax was reached together. Sweat soaked their bodies and the hot, musky scent of their sex filled the small space. Grasping onto her shoulders, Seokjin pulled them both to land on their sides. He stayed inside of her, the soft throb of her heat holding him there; tethering him in a way that he was in no rush to free himself from. Anastasia’s breathing eased out as he brushed her bangs away from her forehead affectionately, his other hand wrapping around her from underneath so he could keep his palm pressed between the cleft of her breasts – to feel her heartbeat.

When he was confident that she’d fallen into a light sleep, Seokjin pressed a kiss to her neck and then let his lips linger near the shell of her ear.

“…I love you.”

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nervousnotion · 4 years ago

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@mabelmcbae tagged me to post 13 songs i’m currently listening to - this is in no particular order cause if it were naughty would be first.

1. criminal taemin (placeholder for the entire album bc the whole thing is so effin good i’m going insane) 2. into it gia woods 3. with myself winona oak (she rlly said horny n trapped in quarantine rights w this one whew) 4. younger women verite (plus the new one im so excited for the whole albummmmmmmmm) 5. use me pvris 6. naughty irene & seulgi (if i dont listen to this song at least once every day i die) 7. open mind wonho 8. la di da everglow 9. wanna du joza 10. drown ekali ft. au/ra 11. slow motion charlotte lawrence 12. the kill jessie ware 13. gunshot kard

tagging @lordendsavior, @queerindeed, @pulsingvoid, @yglesbian, and @metawwin

#tag meme #about

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wildandsexyjacks · 5 years ago

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Your Smile and You - Pt.5

Pairing: Han Seungwoo + Reader

Genre: Angst (OMG!!) + Friends to Lovers (maybe exes?) AU

Word count: 926

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“Just for once, I wish you’d stay.”

It’s 3 a.m, the night is silent except for your shuffling around the room and the occasional car honking out on the streets bellow. You freeze in the process of retrieving your pants and turn back to him.

“Seungwoo...”

“No, really.” He’s now propped on his elbows - shirtless, sleepy and painfully beautiful - looking directly at you “I know I’m far from perfect and I can be pretty dumb too sometimes. But I respect and care for you, I have my own place, a nice job, I’m smart, somehow okay-looking... and the sex is good I suppose?”

He shrugs. By his choice of words and the sheer fact that he started this argument in the first place, it’s obvious he’s far more upset than he lets on. Seungwoo usually holds everything in, always repressing bad feelings in order to avoid making someone worry about him, and it breaks your heart a little.

“Everything is amazing, what are you talking-”

“Why do you always leave in the middle of the night like some sort of criminal?”

You sigh, giving up on your clothes, then move back to his bed and sit by the edge of the mattress.

“We’ve talked about this. I don’t wanna risk running into your roommate when I leave in the morning.”

Seungwoo snorts, and moves to a sitting position, rubbing his face with both hands.

“Seungyoun’s not really friends with your brother, and he’d never say anything if I asked him not to, even if they were close.” He rolls his eyes “Besides, what do you care if Seungsik finds out or not, anyway? We’ve been hiding for months and I don’t even know why! It’s not like we’re doing anything wrong! I mean, I’m single, you’re single, we’re both consenting adults… What’s wrong with us being together? Why are you so sure he’d be against it?”

You don’t really have an answer for that. Seungwoo is right, of course, and you have, in fact, considered telling your baby brother you have feelings for his best friend, even tried doing it a few times, but always ended up changing your mind. What if he doesn’t react the way you’re hoping for? What if you two fight? What if they fight? What if he makes Seungwoo choose? You can’t make him do that! It’s stupid but a tiny corner in your mind believes that, if push came to shove, he would pick his best friend over you and he’d be right in doing so, they’ve been as close as brothers for a long time now. However, Seungwoo has already changed your life in so many ways you’d die before letting him go, so you can’t take chances. Not yet, anyway. If it makes you selfish, so be it.

“What if he gets jealous?” You ask, half-joking but not quite, raising your eyebrows “What if he thinks I’m going to steal you away from him and hates me for it? Hates you for it? Are you willing to take that risk?”

Seungwoo laughs even though it’s not funny in the slightest.

“Well unless Seungsik starts sleeping with me, the relationship I have with each of you Kang siblings is fundamentally different in nature.” You open your mouth to retort but he’s not quite done talking yet “I mean, do you at least think of this as a relationship? Are we even an official couple? We can’t go out in public, I can’t go to your house, can’t talk about you with my friends... I’m real about this, you know? In the long run. And I know I don’t say this often enough but I do like you a lot. More than like, actually, and more than a lot.”

Upon realization of what Seungwoo was trying to say, you stay there for what feels like forever, half-naked, looking at him in shock. It’s so unlike him to say these kinds of things... He’s affectionate and soft, yes, but it has been proved very difficult to make him talk about his feelings, especially if there’s something bothering him, like right now.

As he, too, slowly understands what was about to be confessed, Seungwoo covers his face and groans, mortified. It’s pretty clear he had never intended on letting you know this, at least not like that, and you don’t know how to react. Should you say something or is it better for his sake to pretend you didn’t understand what he accidentally just told you?

After a long and awkward moment of silence, Seungwoo decides for you by sighing and pointing at the door.

“Just... You’re free to go, Y/N. Do what’s best for you, it’s fine. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

He lies down and turns his back to you as you stand up to gather the rest of your clothes, getting dressed in silence before exiting the room, your heart sinking in your chest.

You fucked up. Royally.

Not sure if Seungyoun is home or not, you tiptoe down the corridor and pull the front door open very carefully as to not make any noise... And the image of a man, standing outside holding out his keys to unlock the very same door you just opened, almost gives you a heart attack.

You stare at each other for a moment that extends for too long, suspended in time and the mechanics of stupid mistakes.

“Oh, hello.” Seungyoun finally blinks at you after a while, surprised “It’s Y/N, right? Nice to see you again.”

yeah, in case you were wondering, i’m still alive and writer’s block is a bitch :( also is it just me or kpop’s hardly been fun lately? idk maybe i just miss wonho and x1 too much...... thank god for victon’s comeback, snoo looks so good i can almost forget the world’s a terrible place and life sucks real bad. ANYWAYS, next chapter is probably the last one and it’s ALMOST finished so it should be up a lot sooner than this one. thank you for your patience, stay happy and healthy, i love you all

#han seungwoo #seungwoo au #seungwoo fanfic #seungwoo scenario #x1 fanfic #x1 scenarios #victon fanfic #victon scenarios

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taexual · 6 years ago

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Disciplined / Wonho x Reader

The newest addition to Hoseok’s team proves himself to be reckless when he breaks Hoseok’s rule and starts a conversation with you only to discover that you weren’t going to be his damsel in distress.

pairing: mafia au! – lee hoseok x reader

warnings: some mentions of death, strong language, some sexual themes

words: 5.1k

ANON REQUEST: Monsta x Mafia AU! Where Wonho is at a business meeting and leaves his men at home to take care of his girlfriend, but a new(er) recruit hits on her?

He always said it wouldn’t take long and that he’d be back within an hour. That was never true – you were lucky if you’d see Hoseok again the same night after he’d left for a meeting – but you still believed him every time he said goodbye to you by the door. In your defense, Hoseok’s charming smile and the affection in his eyes would have made anyone fall for his words in a heartbeat.

“I’d really rather wait for you alone,” you whispered against his chest as he hugged you goodbye, seemingly unphased by the three men he’d brought into the house before leaving.

“They’re here to look after you,” Hoseok said, clutching you very firmly. He always seemed to squeeze you tighter right before he let you go, so you knew he was going to leave in the next few seconds. “They’ll make sure nothing happens to you while I’m out.”

“Nothing ever happens to me,” you insisted, fighting a useless battle. Changing his mind was about as likely as you getting killed while these men were in your house. “And I’m sure they’d rather be somewhere else anyway.”

“I don’t really care about that, to be honest, sweetheart,” he said, pulling away from you – just like you’d expected – and bringing his hand through your hair. “They work for me and I need them to be here tonight. That’s all.”

“You could really just give me a gun and teach me how to defend myself instead,” you mumbled.

Hoseok smiled and shook his head. You knew his reasons for his constant need to have you protected and you knew every explanation that made sense of his paranoia. He’d watched his father’s peers turn on him and kill his wife – Hoseok was already smart enough to know that leaving a person completely defenseless was bound to bring bad luck but he didn’t do anything to remind his father that his job constantly put his wife in danger – and, although he wasn’t particularly close to the woman, her death had still left a deep scar in his mind.

A scar that, evidently, was not deep enough, because Hoseok made the exact same mistake his father had made, only three years later. He had left his best friend’s house for five minutes to check up on what appeared to be the sound of gunshots coming from the outside, and then, upon returning back into the house, discovered nothing but a bloody room and a dead body of someone whom he once considered to be his own family.

So, yes, you knew Hoseok wasn’t purposefully keeping you locked up – he was only trying to keep you safe in any way he knew how – but you still did not agree with his methods. And how could you? You did not share his experiences. You’ve never watched two people die because of something that could have been avoided so easily. You’ve never blamed yourself for not being there to protect them and, if all attempts to save them failed, not taking the bullet, too.

“The day I see you with a gun,” Hoseok said, his hand on your cheek, “is the day I’m laying on my deathbed, yeah? Let me and my men do the dirty work. You focus on yourself.”

Although life with Hoseok had completely flipped your world upside down, there were a few things that he insisted stayed the same – your hobbies, your job, and your education. You may have seen enough blood to last you a lifetime, but in spite of all of that, Hoseok still tried to keep your life as normal as possible. Not to mention, even though he belonged to the Mafia, Hoseok had a deep hatred for guns – the losses he’d experienced had contributed to that, of course – and refused to allow you to keep one, which, truth be told, made you feel a lot more normal. At least, you wouldn’t have to fire any weapons and your only crime would be falling in love with a notorious criminal.

Hoseok never understood your apprehension about his choice to have his men protect you. He knew you never got to know them simply because Hoseok had forbidden them to talk to you but he wasn’t trying to get you to bond with his Mafia members. He was looking after you – like he should have looked after all those people before – and this was the only way he could show you that he cared. However, as caring as he was, he also had a certain possessiveness in him that attracted you most of the time, but managed to piss you off just as much.

“You’re treating me like a baby,” you told him.

“Yes,” he replied, ignoring the complaining in your voice and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You’re my baby.”

You tried to groan – the look in his eyes making your heart flutter more than the pet name – and crossed your arms over your chest. “Just be home soon, okay? I’m done with my thesis, I literally have nothing else to do in this house now.”

“I’ll be back as soon as possible,” he promised. “Gotta keep my girl entertained, right?”

And with a quick wink your way, Hoseok was out of the door.

Sighing at his departure, you turned around with the intention of heading to your bedroom upstairs – you already knew better than to try to have a conversation with Henry and Jay who stood by the door; all of your previous attempts have been fruitless – but then you heard someone chuckle.

Stopping suddenly, you looked around. The sound was by no means unusual, but you were surprised to hear one of Hoseok’s men show an actual emotion while you were around.

“He really keeps you locked up in here, doesn’t he?” someone said and you turned your head towards the corner of the kitchen where one of Hoseok’s men had been standing.

You haven’t seen him before and, even though you weren’t exceptional at remembering everyone’s face, you could tell that he had to be one of the newer additions to Hoseok’s army.

“Not really,” you said, intrigued because not a single one of your guards had dared to talk to you before. “I could leave if I wanted to.”

“And we would, of course, have to go with you,” the guy replied, a smile not leaving his lips.

You squinted your eyes, unsure if you should approach him or just carry on with what you’d planned to do – which was nothing – because you knew the guy had strict orders not to talk to you and yet there he was, ignoring them. If you encouraged him, he could very much lose this job – and his life, too.

“Yes,” you ended up saying. Maybe you thought the risk was worth it; talking to someone was so much better than spending your night staring at the ceiling, after all. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t go wherever I want to go. I just happen to have a bunch of obnoxiously quiet men following me around. No offense.”

You’d addressed the two men by the door but they, of course, remained quiet. The only signs that they were alive and weren’t, in fact, some sort of advanced robots, were the warning looks they’d given the member of their team that had addressed you.

“And do you like that?” the guy pressed. He obviously had a lot of courage and you feared he was going to waste it all on this conversation that he wasn’t supposed to be having. “Do you seriously don’t mind this lack of freedom?”

Crossing your arms over your chest in a defensive manner, you leaned against the door, leading into the kitchen. You didn’t dare to enter the room and approach the guy just yet.

“I do mind it sometimes,” you replied honestly. “But I love Hoseok and that’s the price I have to pay if I want to be with him.”

“Is it worth it?”

You didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”

“Hmm,” the guy smirked. “Sounds like he’s got you whipped.”

You didn’t like the way he made it sound. The way he spoke about your relationship was as if Hoseok owned you and did whatever he wanted with you. As if you never had any right to say anything. And while you knew your life choices were somewhat limited, Hoseok had never made you feel chained. He’s never stripped you off of your ability to make decisions for yourself unless he knew better.

And, actually, there were many things that Hoseok knew better, one of which being the ability to recognize when he was stepping over the line. He backtracked if he realized he was starting to control you in a way that suffocated you. He apologized if he said something demeaning. And he always made sure you were comfortable with the decisions he’s had to make on behalf of you.

Although you’ve tried to fight him every night, not wanting to have his men babysit you, you’ve also allowed Hoseok to convince you that this was the right decision. You knew how much your agreement meant to him. Had you said no and really pressed on the issue, Hoseok would find a different solution – he’d remove his men from your house, but then take you with him to the meeting instead, or do something else that still allowed him to keep an eye on you – but he would never physically lock you up inside of the house against your will. That just wasn’t him.

“I may be whipped for him,” you started to say, “but it’s certainly not because I listen to what he tells me. Contrary to what you might think, I’m actually capable of recognizing real danger. I know what could happen if I was left here alone.”

“Yeah, but what are the chances of something happening?” the guy continued. “I mean, no offense, you’re really beautiful, but stalking people takes time, you know what I mean? I’m sure there’s no one lurking outside of your windows at night, waiting to kill you. And if there is, then Hoseok would know, wouldn’t he? He has a gift of… ah, extraordinary intuition.”

“That’s a nice way to call him paranoid,” you said, watching the guy chuckle. “You really don’t know much about Hoseok’s life, do you? You’re new, right?”

“I am, yeah,” he replied. “I just joined late last year. I’m a quiet guy under normal circumstances – I guess that’s why Hoseok trusted me enough to bring me into his house – but I couldn’t help but say something to you. See, I’ve never really seen the partners of the guys from the Mafia before. I’ve never seen the way they interact with their loved-ones.”

“Well, get used to seeing that, then,” you said. “Since you’re a member now, too.”

“Right,” he nodded. “I don’t think I’m the kind of member that those other guys are.”

You glanced over your shoulder at Henry and Jay, positioned in the hallway, still standing there as stoic as ever. Their serious, unmoving facial expressions could have given the Terracotta warriors the shivers. Actually, you would have thought they had turned into stone as well but you could still notice glimpses of concern on their faces whenever you replied to something their member had said.

“Yes, I don’t think you are, either,” you said, turning back to face the guy in front of you. “We shouldn’t be having a conversation.”

“And yet we are,” he said, smiling as though the consequences of tonight did not matter to him in the slightest.

You frowned. “What’s your name?”

“They call me Yuto here.”

“Okay. Do you have a death wish, Yuto?”

He laughed. “No, not at the moment. Why? Are you saying the penalty for talking to the girlfriends of the men from the Mafia is death?”

“Actually, I don’t know,” you said. “No one was ever brave enough to address one before.”

You’d entered the kitchen – you couldn’t help it, something about this brave stranger interested you despite his obviously negative attitude towards your relationship – and approached the jug of water on the counter next to where Yuto was standing.

He smiled as he watched you pour yourself a glass but did not say anything, waiting for you to continue the conversation instead. You knew you shouldn’t have – you could just imagine how much danger you were putting him in just by being in the same room as him when he was given instructions to pretend as though you didn’t exist unless you were dying – but you still did.

“Do you think it’s possible,” you started to say in between sips, “that Hoseok put you here as a challenge?”

“A challenge?” Yuto asked. “No. Why do you say that?”

You put the empty glass back down on the counter and sat down on the bar stool by the kitchen island, opposite to where he was standing.

“Well, you’re a new recruit,” you said. “These men in the hallway? They’ve been with me since Hoseok and I started to date three years ago. There were a few other guys but I never found out what happened to them – both of them were Hoseok’s long-time friends, too. And now there you are, a brand new addition to his team. The reason why Hoseok brought you into his house can’t be because you’re quiet.”

“No?” Yuto was smiling even wider now. He hadn’t expected you to be so witty and smart but, needless to say, he did not regret starting a conversation with you at all. “So, you’re saying Hoseok is testing me by bringing me around you?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Why not?”

“Well, what’s the test? Is he going to fake an attack on you to see what I’d do?”

“No, I think it’s simpler than that,” you said. “Maybe he just wanted to see if you’d follow his orders. Obviously, you don’t.”

His glittering eyes let you know that instead of being scared – like any sane human would have been – Yuto was actually excited. For a moment, you weren’t sure if it was Hoseok challenging him, or if it was the other way around.

“That’s right,” Yuto said. “I have a hard time sticking to the rules. Maybe that’s why I joined the Mafia.”

“There’s got to be some sort of order even among criminals,” you pointed out.

“Has there, really?” he questioned and then leaned back when you raised your eyebrows at his question, “you could say I’m a bit of an anarchist.”

“Huh,” you shuffled on the stool, throwing one of your legs over the other one in search of a more comfortable position – and not failing to notice the way his eyes followed your every move. “So, you’re here to show Hoseok he can’t control you, then?”

“I’m not showing Hoseok anything,” Yuto replied, his confidence captivating your attention. “All that I do is a favor to him. He doesn’t own me. I don’t work for him.”

This surprised you. “No?”

“No,” Yuto confirmed. “I work with him.”

You weren’t exactly sure how to respond to that because you had a feeling Hoseok wouldn’t approve of this attitude. There was a strict hierarchy in his team and Hoseok was on top. No one’s ever challenged his authority before – not openly, at least – and if they had, well, then there had to be a reason why you’ve never heard of them.

“Perhaps you should keep quiet about it,” you suggested, starting to feel uncomfortable. Although you could agree with Yuto’s point of view, you didn’t think now was the right time to challenge the system that had existed in the Mafia for decades. “Or better yet, find a different occupation. You’re young. You don’t have to be in the Mafia.”

If you had to choose one reason to explain how the Mafia managed to achieve so much – Hoseok had ties everywhere, it was impossible for anyone in an important government position to do anything without him finding out – then you’d say it was because of the authority of a leading figure. There would never be a successful underground criminal syndicate if someone didn’t lead it.

Chaos was easy to kill – the police would catch one member and he’d spill the truth about the rest in an instant – while order was not.

“You’re young, too,” Yuto countered. “You don’t have to spend the rest of your life hiding in Hoseok’s shadow because he’s afraid to show you to the world. You don’t have to live in a cage like you’re his own personal little bird.”

“That’s not at all what life with Hoseok is like,” you replied, feeling the way your muscles tensed up after his words. “I already told you, I could leave if I wanted to.”

“Could you, really?” he scrunched his nose in doubt. “How many ex-girlfriends of the Mafia members do you know? Frankly, I don’t think that category exists. Not in this world, at least.”

You squinted your eyes at him.

“So, let me see,” you said. “You’re saying I don’t have to live with Hoseok because he’s keeping me locked up. But you’re also saying I’ll die if I leave this so-called cage. Sounds to me like you’re painting my life in very pathetic colors.”

“Not at all.”

“Really? Then the only to outcomes of my life, according to you, aren’t to either submit to Hoseok completely, or to die?”

“No,” he said.

“What else is there?” you questioned.

“You could run away.”

“Run a—wow,” you laughed at the absurdity. “I thought you were brave but now I just think you’re not smart enough to realize what you’ve gotten yourself into here. Even if I didn’t love Hoseok with all of my heart, do you really consider me stupid enough to try to run away from him?”

“Maybe you couldn’t do it on your own,” Yuto said, shrugging his shoulders, “but if you had the right people helping you—”

“Whoa, alright, let’s stop this conversation right here,” you said, standing up from the stool. “I don’t want to hear you say that you’re the Knight in Shining Armor that’s come to get me out of a castle guarded by a dragon, yeah? Because, like I’ve already told you, at least, three times, I’m in love with Hoseok. I don’t want to leave and if I did want to, I certainly wouldn’t need an action movie worthy plan to escape.”

Yuto looked like he heard you – a smile was his response to your words – but he was not convinced. Although he could see where you were coming from – even if he’s never been in love – he was still certain that your relationship with Hoseok wasn’t something that you deserved. And even if it wasn’t Yuto’s original plan to play an almighty hero in the story of your life – he wasn’t lying when he said he’s never met a girlfriend of a Mafia member before – he still thought you needed help.

“Okay,” he said, not pushing his opinion because he knew your defenses were too high up now. “Sorry if I crossed the line.”

You nodded, turning away. “Okay. Let’s just—let’s pretend like we never talked, alright? That’ll save us both some energy. I’ll head to my—”

“You don’t want Hoseok to know you talked to me?” Yuto asked, cutting you off.

“No,” you replied. “I don’t want him to know you talked to me. I’m allowed to do whatever I want – it’s you who’s not allowed to reply to me. If anyone’s the little bird, trapped in a cage, in this situation, it’s you, Yuto.”

He was still smiling but you could see the way he’d clenched his jaw. Perhaps you’ve gotten to him now. You’d have said something else but you decided not to waste your time. Yuto had thought it was Hoseok who was treating you like his property but, really, Hoseok was the one who saw you as a human being, while Yuto only looked at you as a girl who needed saving.

“I’m going to go,” you said after he didn’t reply to you, but right as you headed out of the kitchen and towards the staircase, Yuto grabbed your hand.

“Wait,” he’d stopped you, pushing a piece of paper into your palm as he held onto your wrist. “Keep this in case you change your mind and realize that you can always start a new life.”

Almost angered at his bold move – and his audacity to still talk to you about the same thing even though you’ve told him you’d never even consider leaving Hoseok – you stopped and were about to toss the note he’d given you into the trash, but then the door of the house opened, distracting you.

“They fucking canceled on me,” Hoseok was saying as he threw the door open. He had his phone by his ear and did not notice your surprised eyes, watching him from the kitchen. “I got into my car, drove to their quarters, even fucking texted them three times to check, and they—”

He stopped once his eyes finally landed on you. Although, it wasn’t really you he was looking at – his gaze was too focused on Yuto’s hand still firmly on your wrist.

Barely a second passed after Hoseok clocked the close proximity of you and his newest recruit, and he’d already hung up his phone and took one quick step towards the kitchen until he was standing right in front of you.

“Was there an accident?” he demanded in a cold, serious voice. “Did something happen?”

“Hoseok—”

“Hold on for a moment, sweetheart,” he cut you off, his eyes on Yuto. “I’m trying to find out what reason could explain his hands on you. I’m only assuming he was trying to stop you from leaving which, of course, means that he’d been talking to you and then refused to allow you to end the conversation by leaving the room.”

“I wasn’t—” Yuto started to say but chose to let go of you before he continued, “I wasn’t refusing anything. I had some things I wanted to say to her.”

“Were those things a warning, perhaps?” Hoseok questioned. You had a feeling that the flames in his eyes weren’t caused by Yuto’s hand on yours but rather by your obviously uncomfortable and even angry expression that he’d seen as soon as he entered the house. “Were you trying to tell her not to leave the room because there was a bomb in the house? Were you warning her about a sniper that’s been aiming at her from outside?”

If Yuto was scared or worried, he didn’t show it. “No.”

“Well then why, for the sake of all hell, did you think it was a good idea to manhandle my girlfriend after you’ve been specifically told not to say a single word to her?”

“I don’t think you’re treating her fairly by locking her up here and not allowing her to talk to anyone,” was Yuto’s overly confident response.

It made Hoseok sneer. “Oh, she can talk to anyone she wants. She has more friends than I could count, but this isn’t about her. Your job here was to stay put and make sure nothing happened to her. That’s it.”

“Hoseok, it’s fine,” you said, feeling the need to interrupt – and potentially save Yuto’s life – despite not agreeing with the young boy’s point of view. “I was the one who started the conversation.”

Your boyfriend turned to look at you with the same warm smile he’d used on you before he left, a huge contrast to the way he’d looked at Yuto before.

“None of us deserve you and your heart, my love,” Hoseok said. “But I know you’re lying. I’ve had you protected since the day we met and not once did you dare to start a conversation with my men. Especially not after you found out they weren’t allowed to talk to you.”

You lowered your head, looking away. Hoseok didn’t blame you for trying to take the heat off of Yuto – perhaps, a part of him knew that you didn’t object against Yuto talking to you because it was nice to finally talk to someone that was staying in your house – but he thought your attempt was quite useless. He’s already decided what he was going to do. In fact, he’s had this decision ready even before he left the house.

“Let’s go,” Hoseok said, turning his head to give the other two men in the hallway a nod. “You’ll take him back, yeah? I’ll join in a few hours.”

“Of course,” one of the men said, entering the kitchen and, surprisingly, giving Yuto a chance to cooperate. “Come on, we’re heading out.”

“What are you going to do?” you dared to ask as you watched Hoseok’s newest recruit walk himself out without even a glance your way – thank God for that. “Will you kill him?”

Hoseok may have hated guns but he was no stranger to violence. He had chosen to keep the majority of what he did under wraps but he wasn’t deliberately hiding his work from you. He protected you from the worst of it, but you still caught glimpses over the years.

“Not yet,” was his response to your question as his men escorted Yuto out of your house – although, really, it looked like the three of them left together amicably and if it weren’t for the sudden yelp of pain you heard as soon as the door of your house closed, you would have thought this was going to blow over peacefully. “I’m a firm believer in second-chances. He did do his job, at the end of the day. He just didn’t listen to the orders that were given to him. We’ll teach him how to listen.”

You bit your lip, almost afraid to imagine his methods of teaching, and Hoseok – after noticing your awkward expression – wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Please tell me this won’t traumatize you and scare you off from my men,” he said. “We still have to attend that dinner next week.”

“Dinners are fine, I get to talk to the other girls during dinners,” you replied, sighing. “But it’s not me you’re scaring off from your men. It’s the other way around. They’re afraid to even look at me.”

“Good,” Hoseok said, smiling teasingly as he did not see what the problem was. “Do you really need other men looking at you? Am I not enough?”

His playful tone made you raise your eyebrows in surprise. You’d heard him swear when he returned home and you’ve seen the lightning in his eyes when he talked to Yuto, so, obviously, you weren’t expecting him to tease you about this in such a relaxed way.

“No, you’re enough,” you replied. “But you’re away a lot and—”

“Oh, so you need someone for when I’m away?”

“No. I only need you,” you said. “I always need only you.”

“Yeah?” Hoseok’s hand slid from your shoulders to your waist as he brought your body closer to his, a smirk still decorating his features. “Can you prove that to me, baby?”

“Hmm,” you replied to the teasing grin on his face with one on your own as his playful mood brushed off on you. “How do you want me to prove it? Would my words work?”

“They would,” he said, his eyes burning into yours with the utmost love and adoration. “But I’m sure you’ve already shown your love for me with your words when that useless son of a bitch bothered you, haven’t you?”

“I…” you pulled away from him a little. “Were you—?”

“—listening?” he guessed and then shook his head. “No. I’m not paranoid enough to listen to what’s going on here when I’m away. But I had a feeling Yuto would say something to you. He was far too quiet in every meeting that I’ve seen him in. The quiet ones are always the ones plotting something.”

“Why’d you bring him here, then?” you asked, suddenly confused, “if you knew he was going to—oh,” it hit you in the middle of a sentence. Your speculations about Hoseok’s true intentions were somewhat correct, after all. “You were trying to get him to disobey, weren’t you? You knew he was going to stand up to you and you were waiting for exactly that.”

“Maybe,” Hoseok replied, his eyes falling to your lips. “I also wanted him to meet my girlfriend and realize that she could kick his ass just as well as I could if he tried anything with her.”

“So, was it all for laughs?”

“Most of it,” he admitted. “I knew Henry and Jay were more than enough to protect you and I needed a way to teach Yuto a lesson. I couldn’t exactly teach him some discipline just because I was suspicious he was going to rebel, could I? I had to wait until he actually did something that went against my orders.”

“So… was there even a meeting tonight?” you asked, unsure if you were impressed or angry at him for playing you while he tricked Yuto. “Or did you just—”

“Oh, who cares now?” he cut you off, his impatience finally resurfacing as he got tired of you asking him questions you already knew all the answers to, when he could have been watching you undress for him. “I’m back now. I’m all yours for the next few hours before I have to go back and actually deal with this. We’ll talk about this then, yeah?”

“You mean we’re postponing the conversation?”

“Mmhmm,” he hummed, leaning in closer until his lips were hovering over your neck. “Unless you’d rather hear me explain how I schemed to get this poor disobedient young man beaten up, instead of letting me kiss you everywhere you want.”

“I would—you’re beating him up?!” you asked, almost dizzy from his close proximity and the feeling of his breath washing off on your neck. You still tried desperately to keep your mind working.

“No, I’m not going to touch him personally,” Hoseok replied, finally pressing his lips to the sensitive skin right below your ear. “I’ll just ask him some questions, talk to him a bit… nothing big.”

“Oh,” you exhaled, barely acknowledging what he’d said, too focused on the feeling of his lips moving down your neck. “You’re very distracting, do you know that?”

“I hope I am,” he pulled away from you – the coldness of the room immediately hitting the wet trail his kisses had left on your neck – and leaned his forehead against yours instead as he watched you try to catch your breath. “Because, if I’m not mistaken, I believe you were going to prove something to me, hmm?”

“I can’t seem to remember.”

He chuckled, the feeling of his chest vibrating against yours sending sparks of electricity all throughout your body.

“I believe you’ve told me you only needed me,” he said, his voice suddenly much lower. “So, let me refresh your memory, baby, so you’d forget all about the other men. And then you can prove to me how much you love me.”

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mingiswow · 5 years ago

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Soulmate!au Series | Minhyuk

Pairing: Minhyuk x gender neutral reader

Summary: The name tattooed was so different to you and you thought that your destiny was just like your aunt’s. Mr. Destiny is a weird man.

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A/N: This was supposed to be uploaded yesterday but apparently Tumblr hates me. So I’m uploading again now. Enjoy :3

You never understood the idea of soulmates and how the whole thing worked. How were you supposed to fall in love with someone you never saw or talked? What if they were already dead? What if they were criminals or terrorists or other bad things? Were you forced to be with them?

The whole idea seemed crazy to you yet there you were, looking at the pink name beautifully written on your forearm. Min Hyuk. It wasn't a common name, at least not where you lived. Your mind kept wandering around as your aunt exchanged votes with her new wife.

Everyone was so happy with them, after almost sixty years alone, they finally found each other in a cruise overseas. Two souls separated by millions of miles and somehow Mr. Destiny though they were a perfect match.

As soon as the ceremony ended, everyone headed to the reception, the newly-wedded hugging and bowing to everyone as the guests started to get their champagne glasses and disperse around the room.

The place was wonderfully decorated, like something straight out of Pinterest. There were fairy lights and tulle wrapped on the ceiling and going down the walls like waterfalls of tiny bright lights. The chairs were made out of a dark type of wood with a soft light-brown seat. The tables had vases with white flowers and more fairy lights. And to wrap it all up, the sun was setting, painting the place with heavenly shades of red, yellow, orange and pink.

You didn't know many people besides your family, so you stuck with your cousins, pretending to be interested in their futile conversation of who had the best soulmate.

"What about you, cousin?" one of your cousins asked.

"huh?" you simply answered, not very aware.

"Have you found your soulmate yet?" you glanced to your still pink tattoo and denied with your head. They all gave you pitiful eyes like you were some type of lost puppy. "I'm sure you'll find them" she patted you on the shoulder.

As one of them was about to say another thing, your aunt hit her glass, asking for everyone's attention, and you silently thanked her. She and her wife started their thankings and say more lovey-dovey words as everyone cried.

"And I can't forget to thank my beautiful Y/N for convincing me to go to this trip" you heard your name and smiled, raising your glass as she did the same. Her eyes, once again, started to tear up. "It took me so long to find someone for me, but meanwhile I had my loyal sidekick, the Sancho Panza to my Don Quijote" she smiled and you felt a little tear forming on the corner of your eye. you hated crying in public. "Life wasn't always generous to us, but hey! We survived. Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for being there when nobody else was. I love you" you allowed yourself to cry as you walked towards the woman who raised you and hugged her. You were so thankful for having her in your life.

And now, you were about to lose that. Now she was a married woman. And you were a single one.

Her wife finished her thanks and everyone started to eat and talk, the loud murmurs making your already quite tipsy head pump. You excused yourself from your family and went outside to get some fresh night air.

You sat on a wooden bench under a tree, the fairy lights wrapped on the trunk illuminating the place slightly.

The view was breathtaking and everything seemed out of some french cult movie. The bench was positioned in front of a little wall that separated the place from a vineyard, the long corridors of vines disappearing to the sight.

You took a deep breath, inhaling the clean air and contemplating the future. You didn't want to be selfish and not let your aunt live her new life after so many years, you wanted her to be happy, to be free, you were also an adult after all.

"Can I join you?" your thoughts were cut short by a voice behind you. You nodded, not looking at the owner of the voice until he sat by your side.

He was tall and skinny but you still could see a muscle or two marking his white dress shirt that was already rolled up to his elbows. His face was kind and held a big smile, making him look young, almost childish. The dim lights illuminated certain points of his feature, his profile beautifully marked as he was watching the scene in front of him.

"So you are the one who grew up with Penny?" he didn't look at you, his eyes still glued on the vineyard.

"M-hm" you answered shortly, taking a sip from your already warm champagne.

"She told me a lot about you" he finally looked at you and you almost lost yourself when you look back at him. His brown eyes were so kind and smiled along with his lips. "Don't worry, only good things" his accent was thick, probably he was Korean like your aunt's wife.

"How did you meet her?" you turned your body a little to get a better view of the man in front of you.

"I'm Yong Hyun's nephew" he extended his hand to you. "Nice to meet you" you shook his hand as copied his words. "You must hate me".

"Why would I hate you? I just met you" you giggled a little and he smiled at you, cocking his head.

"Because your aunt has spent a lot of time with my aunt".

"And just because of that I would hate you?" you laughed at his face. "Oh my God! You're so cute" you squeezed his cheek. The man could feel his cheeks burn at the sudden touch. He wasn't used to this type of attitude. "I would never hate you. Nor your aunt" you reassured him. "I couldn't be happier for auntie and Hyun. They deserve each other. Not just for the fact they are soulmates but because they found each other after so long".

"What about you?"

"What?"

"Have you find your soulmate yet?" you blushed at his question, you didn't know exactly why. You looked at the tattoo in your arm once again in that evening.

"Nope" you answered, rubbing the name and looking at the ground.

"So... you wouldn't mind if I ask for your number?" you looked over to the man in front of you, quite unsure of his words.

Of course, people asked for your number before, it wasn't the first time, but something about him was weird. In a good way though.

You nodded and he gave you his phone, where you saved your number as Penny's Y/N. You gave him his phone back. The man got up and simply smiled to you, his teeth showing, almost in excitement. He started walking away and you realized he didn't tell his name.

"Hey, you" you screamed when he was a little far from you, making him stop on his track and turn to you, his cheeks rosy, his eyes deep yet soft looking at you. He took your breath away now you were fully seeing him. "You didn't tell me your name" you could hear him chuckle.

"Min Hyuk".

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pillowfluffs · 6 years ago

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Soulmate!Wonho // Chapter 11

Pairing: Wonho X Reader (female)

Genre: Soulmate!AU, College!AU, fluff, fantasy, slight angst, mystery?

Author’s note: Miss me? I'm back readerssss! and I will be writing significantly moreeeee! It feels so good to have this weight lifted off my chest and I’m so happy to be back! Thank you for waiting patiently! I love you guys so so much!! Hopefully, my works will be better compared to before my hiatus.. if not, oops... And as always, I will be posting a new chapter on Saturday’s 5:30pm Eastern Standard Time (U.S. Time) ((4:00pm Central Time // 2:00pm Pacific Standard Time)) Feedback is greatly appreciated and please look forward to more future works ;)

**But before reading: here’s summaries of all the chapters if you need a refresher! Read it here!**

Kihyun sat before your unconscious body, his cold eyes staring at the paper as he continued to draw you from another angle if your eyes were open. He had a small pile of drawings of you. Drawing, felt very familiar to him, something he was already good at, but he couldn’t figure out what was off. He remembers drawing someone, but not who they were.

Suddenly the headmaster walked through the door from his office making him stand to his feet immediately. “Kihyun. Be prepared tonight. Tonight is your first official test. You will be going up against two highly skilled mages; Wonho from your class and his younger brother Changkyun from the incoming class.” The headmaster never intended for Wonho and Changkyun to fight Kihyun and Y/N, but it was perfect. It was the perfect test to see whether Kihyun was worth taking with him or to leave dead.

“Yes, headmaster.” Kihyun’s voice, as well as his face, were emotionless. He stared at the headmaster with cold eyes.

“How is Y/N?” With a wave of his hand, the bubble around you which blew constant air disappeared. Your hair covered your unconscious face. An immediate rise in energy was released, making the hairs stand on its end on both of their bodies. “Oh my,” the headmaster chuckled, pushing your head back by your jaw so your face could be seen. “You, my dear, you’re gonna be the prized jewel.” He released your jaw, practically flinging your head back to its side as he walked away, knocking over the small pile of your drawings made by Kihyun. “Tsk, ah yes. I made Kihyun believe he was Y/N’s soulmate... Hm..” The headmaster recalled his decision, making Kihyun believe in something that was false, but it wasn’t uncommon in this world. There were actually broken ones who believed so strongly that they were meant to have a soulmate, they have gone to kill other people’s soulmates in order to be with them, hence why he made Kihyun believe you were his soulmate.

“Kihyun,” the headmaster sounded fatherly, though he had no children. He picked up the small pieces of paper with well-done drawings of you. “This is no time to be fooling around, especially now.” He used his demonic abilities, burning the paper with black fire, hellfire. There were no ashes, leaving nothing behind if anything was burned with hellfire.

“My apologies, headmaster,” Kihyun’s voice grew quiet, looking down at the ground, hiding the pencil in his sleeve.

The headmaster said nothing, simply standing back up, leaving, but to speak once again before leaving. “Be ready around sundown. I will be leading the two mages here.” The headmaster returned to his office.

You were in a void, a dark abyss which echoed your thoughts and screams. The feeling of hunger and thirst were amplified, making you feel like your own body was eating itself. You were no longer thrown into another parallel universe or dimension where you had to deal with death. For some reason, it was as if you were done, which truly terrified you. “What’s going to happen to me..” You thought of the possibilities of what could or would happen to you. Were you going to wake up? Would you see Wonho? Would you ever see your parents? Use your abilities? If you could cry, you would, but all you felt was numbness. Numbness from the physical and emotional pain; it overwhelmed you, but you could feel one thing; the continuous rising of your energy. You didn’t know why this was happening, especially since this had never happened before when you were younger. You pushed the reasoning behind it away though, concluding it was most likely either the lack of use of your abilities or your demonic power.

The headmaster walked through his office door, sitting at his desk. His heart pounded in excitement at the thought of what life would be like tomorrow, after the Blood Harvest Moon. He pulled out a pen and a notepad, scribbling notes down. This certainly would be the most memorable Blood Harvest Moon to him and you.

“Y/N. Ability: Mimicry. Training:” He smiled mischievously as he thought of how he would train you personally. “Puppeteering.” The headmaster, Jeremiah Voeks, was never a headmaster, not until Mapnerry opened. Mapnerry was a college, though it was cast away for decades after it was abandoned for unknown reasons before its current state. At the time, Jeremiah wasn’t even his real name; his real name was a name that’s now forgotten, now most citizens, though the authorities by now have stopped chasing him; Alfred Ross, a criminal known as The Beast.

Alfred, along with many other, sick and demented homicidii (taker), lived in a very dark, dangerous world, throwing away lives as if they were nothing. Young mages would be taken, kidnapped, forced to leave and go with them only to be used as captives, only to be “trained” to fight against other mages who were taken just like them. Alfred was known as the king in this world, undefeatable, and anyone who spoke against him would disappear sooner or later, by his hand, or someone else’s. All the mages who followed him were merciless, soulless beings. They never cared for those they took; they only cared when they brought them fame and fortune which brought them closer to Alfred, yet he was the worst of them all. He was only this powerful with a part of his living magic, the ability to bring things to life and control them. Brainwashing became a common trick he used, trapping the soul of the mage within their own body, making them on the borderline of death so just a simple glance their way could mean life or death. His magic would then come into play like a puppet master; the mage being controlled would have to defeat in order to regain their life, but as long as they couldn’t, they were subject to him for as long as he wanted, only to be killed after discovering a new mage, one that topped the last. Those who were able to leave from a merciful enough keeper would only live with the traumatizing world that they left behind, always over their heads. All the fame and fortune he had in this world was all blown down like a house of cards, knocking everything he had built for years, to nothing, making him disappear out of existence for decades.

Dust and small rocks from the desert floor blew against the car as they drove on the barren path towards one of the most isolated arenas. Alfred sat in the back seat of the car, alongside with his current mage, a "freshie" as they would call it in this world. Pawns who recently turned eighteen or were eighteen to nineteen were in a rookie phase. He flipped through the small envelop the dominus (master) would always get when an invitation was received. Everyone needed one thing and that thing was money. The way to get it could be in a civilized way which would be getting an education and working or the darker, "easier" way; gambling. Magistri (masters) were categorized into levels and could challenge whoever they wanted, whenever they wanted, but only those of the same or of a lower level than them. Or, if they really desired to challenge someone at a higher level, they would have to pay, and since Alfred was at the top, along with another, he could challenge whoever he desired at no cost. The invitation in his hand cost his opponent millions, even having to pay for the messenger to deliver the invitation. The words were written nicely in a neat cursive with a strange, unknown symbol.

There weren't many statues in the “game” of virtutis proleio (power battle) but the few were upheld strictly. The most two important was that the fighters could not fight until the age of eighteen years or older and no physical weapons could be used; only the fighting mage's ability. There were many ways the mages were taken; against their will, kidnapped, bribed. The worst way was then it was against their will; the mage would have to fight for their lives or someone or people significant for them.

The car pulled up outside the entrance of the arena. Just as they stepped out of the car, they could feel the power behind the structure of the building. Normal games were always littered with countless bettors around, filling area outside the official arenas, calling out, making small bets among each other. They would fill up the entire structure of the building, seeing which dominus would continue on to a higher level. If the proelium (battle) was good enough, an anticipated, exciting fight, bettors and watchers would even line up outside the entrance, all ready to rush in through the entrance gates to get a good enough spot to see the entire battle. Magistri would have to enter with their pawns through another entrance, one heavily guarded, especially for Alfred. It wasn’t uncommon for a pawn of his or his own life was threatened by entering through the main gate for the anticipated battle between him and another opponent. He grew fond of the big crowds, making them easier for him to puppeteer without anyone seeing, but now with it so empty, an eerie feeling filled him.

The location of this particular battle was somewhat peculiar; it was in the middle of nowhere, one of the most isolated locations out of all the arenas. Alfred walked into the arena, through the entrance gate since there were no bettors or watchers at this match, his mage following behind to the side. He was a young mage with the ability to manipulate skill of other mages. Of course, Alfred used this young mage to increase his own skills as well as his own to the best where he could simply look in the eyes of the mage he was against, diminishing their skill to the point of them not even having one. Their footsteps echoed through the spacious hallway, passing bodyguards every few yards with black glasses hiding their eyes. They were followed by two guards in front and two guards behind them.

Alfred began analyzing everything around him, from the number of exits to this arena, to how many guards they had passed. It was a common habit he developed after almost being caught once when he was first starting out. Fortunately, he lost that match purposefully, pulling him out of the light of cheating. Despite knowing he shouldn’t have this fear, that one fight still followed him, making him fear the consequences if he were ever caught. He would have to endure a lifetime of torture; a life where you were cursed to never die, though you weren’t technically alive either. They approached the elevator at the end of the hall. Alfred pushed the button, hearing a ding, signaling the doors opening. This was as far as his pawn went with him. Two of the guards followed him into the elevator as the other two stayed behind, beginning to lead the fighter to the arena. One of the guards in the elevator pressed the only button; the viewing room.

Alfred leaned against the railing, already processing a plan of attack on his opponent’s mage. However, before he could solidify an actual plan, the doors opened into the viewing room. His opponent sat on a single person couch, drinking tea.

“Welcome. I’m glad you were able to make it to today’s match. Thank you for accepting my invitation.” His opponent said without even looking at him as he walked towards another single person couch, set there for him. His opponent looked into the fighting arena through a thick glass window infused with nullification energy which stretched from the ground to the ceiling. The walls of the arena were special; they were terebris saeclus walls. Made out of rare, natural elements, the walls had the natural ability to heal at a fast pace, though over time after the first discovery, some elemental magistri were able to alter it slightly, making it heal those surrounded by it to some extent. As Alfred sat in the viewing room where magistri were supposed to be during the duration of the entire battle, it was clear what energy was being given off now.

He looked over to see his opponent, small, old. The little hair on his head was slowly graying. He drank his hot tea, focusing on his own mage who stood on her side of the arena, not even batting an eye at Alfred nor his own pawn. “Shall we begin?” He could hear the elderliness in his opponent's voice. He was taken back at the directness. Traditionally, there would be about a few minutes to let the opposing magistri get to know each other. It was the formal thing to do, however, this was the first opponent he had come across, so informal. To be offended by this, he didn’t know.

“Let’s,” Alfred’s voice was stern. He just wanted to get this over with now. Each gave a nod without even looking at each other. At their queue, the sound of a chime filled the arena. The pawns moved forward, more towards the center, facing each other at a closer distance at this sound. Alfred’s eyes glanced over to his opponent’s pawn, instantly realizing now who his opponent really was; Adrian Doxey. He was a very high leveled dominus, almost higher than Aldred himself, except he didn’t gain his levels the way Alfred did. He had increased towards the top on his own. He was able to advance with his own skill. He was the one dominus different from all the others; he didn’t forcefully take his pawns. He offered them money if he wanted them to be trained under him. Battles were simply tests and practices to see if they were improving. They received proper training and were well taken care of, unlike the other unfortunate souls fighting against their wills. After finding a new mage, in thanks to their contribution, he would grant them an option. First, stay and train, or go back home and be paid for their “service.” It was no wonder Doxey grew popular at a fast rate. He had received many requests by many mages, ages, and abilities of all sorts to be invited, only for him to rarely select any.

The two opponents faced each other in the silent, spacious battle area. Alfred looked over to Doxey’s opponent, noticing something quite particular compared to the other opponents he and his mage had faced. Doxey’s mage was a female, about four years older than his own mage. She wore a full black suit which hugged her body, making every curve visible. She had black hair with black bangs, as well as her hair tied up in a half ponytail. She stood still, her hands by her side. Her eyes were covered by a black cloth, blocking one of the most pivotal senses needed for these battles.

“Tch, a blindfold? Doxey, I thought you would have picked a more... Able mage,” Alfred scoffed as the round began. He relaxed in his seat even more, already counting how much he would gain after this win

“Don’t doubt me,” his voice was still, blank as his face. His eyes watched the two mages in the arena behind the glass.

The second sound of the chime signaled the start of the match. Before Alfred’s mage could make a move, she moved faster, pressing a heavy stomp to the ground, releasing a loud grunt, shaking the ground. The ground began to shake, cracking open, exposing the hottest magma from the planet’s core. Alfred’s mage watched frozen as he did himself from the spectator’s room. Her lips moved, though no actual enchantments could be heard. As if the lava had a life of its own, it began moving, surrounding him.

Alfred’s puppeteering had been going on long enough, his mage could move on his own, following the automatic steps drilled into his head. But this match was like no other. He had to manually control his mage. The thought of a scenario like this did pop into his head a few times, only to be brushed away since he saw it as a stupid gesture on the opponent, but this time, he was the incompetent one.

The lava flowed around her body, bending and moving at her will. She touched it as if it was water, making it seem not as hot as it was. Alfred’s mage stood, astounded on the inside, but stone-faced on the outside. Sweat made itself visible on the young mage's body. His face dripped down with the perspiration as if someone had dumped a bucket of water on him. The auto commands in his head were no longer able to guide him now. He had no eyes to look into in order to diminish power. His body froze, feeling the power, the heat behind the mage before him.

Without letting another second pass, she moved swiftly and nimble, changing gestures with her body, making the lava move at her will. It lunged towards him, towards his feet. All he could do at this moment was be on the defensive side, dodge everything the best he could. He knew even if he did get burned, the arena walls themselves would heal him, but he didn't want to go through that pain, experiencing it himself.

Although Doxey’s mage could not see, her hearing was impeccable. As soon as he landed in safety, she flicked her wrist in the blink of an eye, sending lava back his way. She didn’t need to depend on her sight; Doxey taught her and trained her this himself.

As time went on, the round began to continue longer on than normal. Alfred sat on the edge of his seat, watching with his face resting in his hands. Doxey sat to his side, not even paying attention to the match, looking as if he was sleeping. “I must do something.. This cannot go on much longer..” Alfred thought to himself as his eyes glowed red for a brief moment, the same happening to his mage in the arena. Alfred’s hands were in a perfect position, covering his mouth. He was able to silently whisper commands, making his mage move at his enchantments. “No more playing defense.” With that thought, his mage began to try to move closer, disregarding the small burns he got from earlier in the round. With Alfred now in control, his mage moved at his will. A round had never gone on this long before, especially with is mage’s ability, he was able to win the round and match in a matter of minutes. Alfred could feel the resistance his mage still tried to fight with, even though it was near impossible to break free from his mind control. Now with a direct link to his mage’s mind, he was able to link any of his abilities to his mage.

Alfred’s mage began fighting back physically. This match could not be made by him with his abilities. Doxey’s mage moved fast, heaving every step, hearing everything. She dodged almost all attacks, growing tired, however. Her speed began to falter the longer he teased her with his actions. He landed a hit on her every now and then, throwing her off, disorienting her. She huffed out a few breaths, attacking back with her hot lava, just missing him with his agile movements.

She pushed herself from her defensive stance, moving back over the crack in the ground, exposing the lava from the planet’s core. The amount of energy she had was finally showing; it vibrated off of her, making the ground tremble. Alfred stopped in his mimicry, making his mage pause as well. He stood from his seat, feeling a bead of sweat slide down the side of his face as he watched the eyes of Doxey’s mage glow through her blindfold. She raised her arms suddenly, making a large wave of lava rise from the ground, circling Alfred’s mage. It moved to her will, beginning to lunge at Ross’s mage, making it seem her movements were to music no one but she could hear. But no matter how forcefully she attacked, her opponent was somehow able to dodge it.

Alfred controlled him, moving him, striking back even more than before. It was obvious even to a lower level what was going on, seeing the shift in the way he moved and fought back when he was struggling to dodge. He was being reckless. Doxey’s mage, on the other hand, reacted as if nothing changed: her defenses and offense attacks were high. His opponent was like no other; she was able to move nimbly, able to dodge any attacks without even seeing. She wore a blindfold, depending on her hearing senses for this fight. There was no way for him to win this match. She was simply much more powerful than his mage. At this point, there was a rule beginners used often, though Alfred pledged never to use this, at this time, he had to: a withdrawal rule. Since the time hadn’t reached or gone past the halftime mark, fifteen minutes, the opponent withdrawing was allowed to collect only half their money back. But since he had never used it, he demanded all his money returned.

“And I demand you don’t cheat, Alfred Ross.” His opponent sat in his seat, drinking tea, not even looking at him. How he got his real name, he didn't know, but as soon as his real name rolled off his opponents tongue, it was a matter of seconds before the sounds of many guns being cocked echoed through the arena. Ross felt as if he had just woken up from his sleep in a cold sweat from a nightmare, but in this very moment, he was very well awake.

The match between the two opponents was over: it was never real. Doxey’s mage held Ross’s mage in a threatening stance, removing her blindfold. She held his body in the lava, though it didn’t burn him to a crisp, at least not yet. She watched Doxey, ready for any signal.

A cold tingling sensation went down his spine as he slowly lifted his hands in surrender, feeling the eyes of many on him. A moment he wished to never come true, came true, but of course, the beast always had a way out, a plan for the future. At this point in time, he was on the top of a wanted list by the authorities. Large quantities of police appeared out of the air as if they were invisible this entire time. All had the red lasers of their guns pointed at Ross ready to put a bullet in him if he even blinked a wrong way. A few of the heavily armored officers approached Ross with handcuffs made of trenium: a powerful element able to seal or nullify one’s abilities, no matter how powerful they are deemed. Just revealing the powerful element, modified to represent handcuffs depleted the energy of all the mages in the room even though it was just a small quantity. The power of the element itself radiated off through the room, even making some feel sick.

“You know I’ll be back.” His final words as the authorities came around, bringing his hands down for handcuffs. Before they could completely latch the clasps around his wrists, all the energy in Ross had suddenly vanished for the briefest moment before it was suddenly magnified to a degree unfathomable. The energy he released injured many, although armored, sending them to the walls. A few unfortunates even flew out the window. The building began to collapse as a black smoke surrounded him, taking him elsewhere as those inside were crushed, even his own mage.

There was no looking back at that point: it had been the first time anyone had figured out his ways. The authorities and the officials of the game would figure out what had happened here soon after he fled. Who knows what would have happened to him if he had stayed, let alone get caught. This incident began a new phase in Alfred’s life. He used his riches and began to change who he was: his face, his name, he even stopped using his puppeteering and demonic abilities in case anyone were to recognize him. Everything he had gained in his life so far was thrown away. His home, his staff, everything: the only option he had was to go into hiding which he did. In the demonic form, part of one’s soul would stray from the body, allowing the user in the demonic form to age at a slower rate of the normal being.

Alfred, now Jeremiah Voeks, had remained in his demonic form for decades to the point where his old name was no longer heard in the news, to the point where the world had moved on from Alfred Ross. All those years in hiding were spent increasing his demonic abilities, making a new name for himself in a brighter light. He learned how to educate others, changing for the better. Years later, Mapnerry Academy of the Arcane was born, accepting those who proved to be the best of the best in ability and academics.

Over the years of encountering many powerful students, temptations sparked back to life within him, but he had to settle them down, recalling the fateful day where he was almost caught. He didn’t want to return to that lifestyle, even though he bathed in riches. Yet here he was, preparing to enter a cave where he would never emerge from ever again.

The room was filled with light snores coming from Changkyun as he laid on the couch, his arms crossed over his chest, sleeping away. Wonho lay on his bed, restless. Changkyun’s words echoed through his head. He had never felt so powerless before in his life after meeting you, and now you weren’t by his side, even though it had only been a couple days, however, this was a normal occurrence between people when they meet their soulmate. You were his soulmate and he couldn't imagine the pain of being a broken one and he didn't want to. Fear filled him to the brim. If anything were to happen to you within these few hours that ended with him losing you, he didn't think he would be able to live. Tears threatened to fall as they pricked at his eyes. He blinked them away, feeling an emptiness beginning to grow inside. He moved swiftly from his bed, grabbing a pen from his desk.

“I’m coming for you, Y/N.” He wrote on his wrist. Even if you couldn’t respond, he just had to show you, that is if you could even see it. It had been a while since the two of you had written on your skins. He tossed the pen back onto his desk, making way for his bed to let the sleep take over him. The headmaster was right; he was going to need every bit of energy, ability and physically wise.

A familiar tingling sensation ticked your wrist. Despite being in the middle of nowhere in darkness, you brought up your wrist to see Wonho’s handwriting. Tears pricked at your eyes out of happiness but you felt gloomy. “How..” Even if you could write in reply to him, you wouldn’t even know how to tell him where you were, where your actual body was. You were asleep.

Birds chirped and some flew overhead the abandoned place you were kept in. The sun peeked through the holes in the weathered roof, creating rays which shone on small particles of dust as they flew. Kihyun sat on the ground, leaning against the back of an old, broken couch, facing you. He felt this deep feeling for you. He wanted to call it love and affection, but he couldn’t, but it was definitely something. The way he looked at you and drew you, thought about you, he felt as if it was all wrong, but he couldn’t do anything to change it because he didn't know what or how to change it. The words which appeared on your wrist appeared on him, making him look at his own wrist. Only to look back to you with darkened eyes.

“She’s mine..” his voice was callous, already knowing whoever the headmaster was bringing wouldn’t last. “Things are going to change..”

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littleredd93 · 5 years ago

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Criminal!Au

Wonho/Jooheon || Robbers

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sopewriters · 6 years ago

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Drabble Challenge #2

Here’s a list of our accepted drabble requests! Sorry if yours didn’t make the cut this time but you’ll get a chance again so don’t worry! We’ll be putting up links to each drabble as they’re finished, so keep your eyes peeled :)

Boy Groups:

» Jinyoung: “Finally! I thought I was going to cum from riding my fingers before you got here.”

» Bambam: “You look…” “Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?” + “I hate you.” “Why? I’m lovely.”

» Wonho: "I like it when you bite me, it feels like you’re claiming me as your own, yours to fuck whenever you want."

» Mark (Roadtrip AU!): “No, no, you do NOT want me navigating. I’ll accidentally navigate us off a cliff.”

» Yuta: “Nope. I can’t go to hell. Satan still has a restraining order against me.”

» Jaehyun: “You don’t strike me as a professional criminal.” “That’s what makes me so good at it.”

» Alpha! Jaehyun: “Maybe I wouldn’t push your buttons so much if you’d pay attention to me, so either deal with my attitude or fuck me like you mean it.”

» Lucas: “Hold on, you died.” “Yeah, well it didn’t stick.” + “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!” “And I’m trying to subtly avoid it!”

» Xiumin: "Yes, yes, you own me, I’m yours, your slut only, now please just let me cum!" + "Tell me that you love me, that I’m always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you’re all I remember."

» Jungkook: “I think I’m having a feeling. How do I make it stop?”

» Alpha! Jungkook: “Maybe I wouldn’t push your buttons so much if you’d pay attention to me, so either deal with my attitude or fuck me like you mean it.”

» Yoongi: “I know it’s just a necklace, but you gave it to me and I can’t help thinking of it as my collar, proof that I belong to you.”

» Alpha! Yoongi: “Have you been fucking someone else? Because I can do it better than them, you know I can. Let me prove to you why I should still be your favorite, filthy whore.”

» Spy! Hoseok: “It’s a long story” “You conned me into thinking you were dead for eleven months. I have time.”

Girl Groups:

» Lisa: “Go ahead and wrap your hands around my throat, it won’t be the first time you’ve made me lose my breath.”

» Jennie: "Whether you believe in me or not, I will continue to exist.”

» Yeri: “Tell me that you love me, that I’m always going to be your baby, then make me scream until you’re all I remember”

» Rosé: “Don’t ask me to choose between having you pull my hair and spank my ass because the truth is I love all the ways you use me. I want you to possess me so I can’t forget that I belong to you.”

» Rosé: “God, I don’t know if I can cum anymore, I feel exhausted. Are you going to keep doing this until I pass out?”

» Rosé: "I know it’s stupid, but having you on top of me makes me feel secure, so come pin me down and make me feel safe while I wrap my legs around you."

» Rosé: “I’ve had this plug in me all day, when do I get to feel your cock instead?”

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monstaxnight · 6 years ago

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Okay girl so... I’ve been bothered by a fuckboi all summer long and it’s got me desperate to know how you think Wonho (my ult) would behave a as a fuckboi in like a college au! sort of setting? You headcanon him so realistically and I’m excited to read what you write! Tysm for everything 🌸

Oh boi fuckboi boi.

Warning: This is obviously going to be hella dirty. If you don’t like smut, don’t read.

Fuckboi with feelings™.

Has a pretty intense vibe.

BIG Pisces-Cancer energy.

Underneath the promiscuity and wildness, there’s anobvious vulnerability to him.

He draws people to him using this.Everyone thinks he’s deep, hurt,damaged.

Girls want to be the one to fix him, the one to breakinto that oh-so-obviously broken heart and glue it backtogether.

Charming and flirty af, he makes anyone he hitsup feel like the most sexy, desirable person in theworld.

And then he apparently gets bored (read: scared)and just fucks them over. He gives shitty, fakewoke/deep excuses like: ‘Maybe in a different world.Maybe in a different time.’

Major syke!!!!! guy

The guy that wears shirts buttoned down to the ribs, withleather jackets, black jeans, black boots and tons of silvernecklaces and rings. Wears sunglasses even when it’s cloudy.

Fashion is sometimes crazy out there and kinda scandalous, butthat’s part of his appeal.

It’s my firm belief that if Wonho weren’t an idol, he’d havemore tattoos and piercings.

I don’t mean like whole sleeves worth of tattoos, but he’sdefinitely got lots of little random and clearly very meaningfulartworks dotted across his skin in this AU.

He’s also definitely got at least one nipple piercingand a tongue piercing and maybe one or two others in some interesting places.

Unsurprisingly, he spends a lot of time in the campus gym.Picks up a lot of girls there. Bench presses them to impress them andget them creaming.

A lot of girls (and guys) come to the gym just to ogle him/getnoticed by him.

You see, I don’t think he cares too much about gender. He’s gota preference for girls, but he’s open to anything as long as he canhave a good time. He’s super upfront about this.

Gives off that ‘I don’t give a single fuck’ vibe.

Deep down, though, he gives far too many fucks. That’s theproblem.

Nobody really knows how many people he’s slept with. Nobodyknows if it’s more than they think or less than they think. He has away of making people feel loyal to him even after he loves them andleaves them.

Not many of his conquests kiss and tell, and nobody can figureout why until they’ve been with him. Then they know.

That being said, it’s common knowledge that he’s intothreesomes.

Loves sexting and phone sex. Will sext youwherever, whenever, regardless of situation or environment.

Will text you out of the blue at 1am to tell you he’srock hard and needs you to get your sexy ass on FaceTime and touch yourself for him.

Gets your number in a club or café or something andtexts you like ten minutes later like ‘can’t get your sexy red lipsout of my head… wishing that lipstick was smeared all over mycock.’

'you’re such a tease…’ you’d tell him, and immediatelyreceive the reply 'yeah, well, my tongue can do a better job ofteasing you than my words can.’

And dang, if he’s not speaking the truth. His tongue can dothings that should be criminal.

Nudes. Nudes, nudes, nudes.

Really sexy ones, too. With lots of teasing, lip biting,smirking, hair pulling, pouty lips and full body shots. And flexing.

He really knows what he’s doing with them, too. Findsthe most incredible angles and lighting.

Always makes sure his pretty face is in the pic.

The nudes are often very kinky. He’s wearing chokers or leashesor bunny ears and he’s always in front of a mirror. Tells you hewants you to choke him, bite him, come all over him.

Often acts like he sent the nude to the wrong person. Hits youup like 'sorry, babe.’ and waits for you to reply to be all 'did itget you horny, though? are you touching yourself to me right now?’

Uses tons of emojis.

You maybe expect him to be detached when he fucks you, but it’s totally the opposite.

He’s passionate, intense, likes it really deep. He invests himself in your body and - considering he’s a casual hook up - you’re probably seriously shook by it.

He gives you more attention and praise than just about any boyfriend you’ve ever had - and they had been in love with you.

Likes to film y'all while you fuck.

Always sits at the back of the lecture hall.

You might sit beside him, and he might at some point “drop”his pen. He’ll slide under the table to find it, but starts playingwith you instead.

Afterwards, y'all will rush to one of the deserted classroomsat the back of the building and he’ll give you the dicking down ofyour life.

Then, you’ll ditch class and head back to his dorm where you’llgive him the biggest pussying down of his life.

Loves to be treated very roughly. Like, a bit too roughly.

Suspiciously so.

And sometimes, Wonho’s mask slips and the real Hoseok breaksthrough.

Maybe he knocks on your door at 3am. He’s wasted. Hestarts talking about feelings he can’t escape, suffocating memories.

You tuck him into your bed, and climb in beside him. He fallsasleep almost immediately.

A couple hours later, you awake to him touching you so gently.So tenderly.

He’s clearly sobered up.

Then he makes soft, sweet love to you and you’re like oh myfucking god.

It’s sincere af.

And you swear that, as he comes deep inside you, he’s actually crying.

You’re shocked but not surprised.

He sits on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands andignoring your concern, and then picks up his stuff and leaves.

The next day, he claims to have no knowledge of last night eventhough you can see the truth in his eyes. He’s back to his usualbehaviour.

And just like that, you’re dropped. Because he’s shown you toomuch.

Because deep down, he disgusts himself.

But that’s the way he likes it; there’s isa reason to why he behaves the way he does.

Something suitably sad, and in that extremely clichéway, he’s genuinely too afraid to let anyone in.

And would rather people thought he was full of shit than peopleactually know how fucked up things are inside his littlePisces heart.

He punishes himself for unknown transgressions in hispast and a part of him wants to feel worthless, sohe seeks out the mindless sex.

Because he knows he’ll fall a little inlove with every person he sleeps with.

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