#yanan scenarios

[tinyverse-writes]

(1:53) yanan

pairing: royalty!yanan, twins au

genre: historical

warnings: may contain violence and mentions of bl0od

word count: 792

a/n: hi there! i know i have mentioned that i will be posting an atz fic next but since i remembered these yanan update, i clutched this prompt before my mind decided to go on a writer's block for an indefinite time. there's no proofreading so bear with me :'>

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he is in fact unprepared although he expected that this time would come.

yanan gritted his teeth each time he hears an update from his advisor especially when it is a bad news. one of the news saying that his soldiers that are stationed at the gate are down just by the enemy's one blow.

"he's more violent than what i remembered" he thought.

he really is considering that the last time they saw each other was when they had fought for this very throne that he's currently sitting and it was when they were 15.

yanan rose from his seat as he ordered to deploy the troops and make use of the weapons that they kept just to stop him which is still useless as the troops ended up with more fatalities and casualties.

the enemy in question is just a small army of hooligans, as what the people of the town has described, and is being led by a man which made the townspeople raise their brows in confusion and panic at the same time while keeping themselves safe upon seeing his presence especially his appearance.

the last group of troops has been deployed. he gripped his one and only sword firmly before he went and slashed anyone who gets in his way. some soldiers are either losing their blood or their limbs. he then went straight to the general who was shaking deep inside upon knowing this man's existence. poor general tried his best but ends up losing an arm as he tries to combat him and stop him from getting further into the castle. the general was unable to do something to be honest as he was taken aback by the enemy's face which reminds him so much of the emperor that he swore to serve with for his entire life which sadly ends at the moment he gives him a final slash of his sword on his back.

"y-your majesty, general cho is.." yanan raised a hand, not letting his advisor finish as he already knew that this is going to be another bad news.

"where is he right now? is he close?"

"actually-" a loud crashing noise echoed through the end of the hall which basically answers his question.

the main door of his throne room shattered into pieces, smoke and dust coming into the area. yanan's personal guards who are stationed in the same room as him clutched on their weapons while others are holding their crossbows, aiming to a shadow that's getting prominent in the smoke as it steps further inside.

as the smoke gets thinner, the more visible the person is. yanan rose from his seat, gesturing his guards to ceasefire which made his advisor concerned.

"b-but your majesty-"

"i'll take it from here." and with that, the advisor confirmed to the guards to ceasefire.

the man who owns the shadow did the same thing to his minions, leaving them by the entrance before he walks to the center of the room. he walks in with blood stained face, the blade of his sword which is also covered with blood dragging against the floor.

"you could've just told me that you want a reunion" yanan said while rolling his eyes instead of greeting him.

the other snickered at how he was greeted. "you can't call it a reunion if somebody's here to take what's theirs. still an asshole i see."

"you're right. this could be a reunion if father was here.. but then, if he's here or not will he give this place to you?"

"if you didn't forge the papers, will he give this place to you brother?" yanan chewed on his lip at the sudden revelation especially knowing that his guards and his officials are present in this room, just hiding for their safety. "although you're just 6 minutes older than me i'm quite impressed that you managed to learn how to fake everything. fake it til you make it i guess.." he added

yanan clenched his jaw. he then pulls out that sword that he stashed close to him.

"ooh~ did i tick your nerve brother? i am just telling the truth."

"the audacity of you to say that and to come here bringing the very sword that ended our father." yanan balls his fist as he grips the sword. the younger one just chuckled lowly with his head hung down. he then looked back up at yanan with dark orbs and hooded eyes.

"that's the entire point brother." he sprinted towards yanan while dragging the sword with him. yanan was quick enough to whip his sword and block his younger twin's attack.

with gritted teeth, the younger twin continued, "this very sword will take this life of yours."

- by tinyverse-writes

10/12/23

[jinkoh]

Pentagon - realizing they have feelings for you

SFW; gender-neutral reader

@huipinkhair requested: Do you think you could write a little ptg ot9 realising they have feelings for you? Like the moment they realise and what they do

a/n: tysm for requesting as always!! ❤️ sorry that it took so long! i hope you'll enjoy these~

Masterlist

Jinho

He sees you working hard at something you’re passionate about. You don’t have to be all that good at it, he’ll always be impressed if you put in an honest effort. He can’t help thinking that it’s admirable because it’s a character trait he values.

He’d probably keep his feelings close to his heart. But if he ever sees you falter or feel insecure, he’d at least tell you how impressed he is with your hard work and encourage you.

Hui

Hongseok

It’s small gestures, like how you leave small sticky notes or a coffee in his studio to cheer him up when he has to work a lot. When he’s tired or things are tough he’ll find himself wanting to see you. It’s not easy for Hui to let others take care of him, but somehow it’s so easy when it’s you. You just make him feel at home.

He doesn’t tell you immediately. For now it’s enough to seek comfort in your presence.

Shinwon

He does something for you, maybe makes you a sandwich or whatever, constantly thinking about what you’d like the best and what would make you the happiest. The moment he gives it to you and sees your grateful smile he's a goner.

Might turn a little clumsy around you, suddenly hyper aware of every little interaction.

Yeo One/Changgu

He makes you laugh with something silly he says. He didn’t even consider it that funny but when you burst into giggles he thinks he wants to be the source of your laughter many many times from here on out.

Tries hard to be funny around you and then smiles fondly whenever your eyes light up with laughter.

You support him in something he does. Maybe he has a musical role or a concert and you come to cheer him on. When he spots you in the audience he'll be overcome with happiness thinking to himself that he really loves you. Might just tell you after the show in a rush of endorphins.

Yanan

Maybe you scold him a little for being thoughtless and at first he gets annoyed and defensive. But then you spill that you’re upset because you were worried about him. He realizes that you must really care for him and somehow it makes his heart flutter? Care for him some more please?

Yuto

He listens to you talking about something you love. Maybe it’s just something small like your favorite yogurt but he realizes he could keep listening forever. And that’s what he does, he keeps listening and thinking over and over how much he adores you.

Kino/Hyunggu

Wooseok

He catches you humming or dancing by yourself while doing something, clearly in a good mood, and he’s just so endeared by it. He’d probably feel torn between gushing over how cute you are and watching in silence so you don’t stop.

Hyunggu would probably feel very excited about confessing to you and not wait too long. Love is something that should be shared after all.

It’s a simple moment. You’re watching a movie or show together, joking around a bit and you’re just so comfortable with him, casually leaning your head against his shoulder or playfully nudging him in the side and that’s when realization sinks in. He's so far gone for you.

Now that he’s aware of his own feelings, he can’t help but be incredibly flustered around you, heart racing at every simple touch.

Masterlist

[minimultiestfandoms]

Pentagon reaction to you asking to tie a bow around it pt.2

requested: no

wanted to start doing fake texts as they are easier to do then writing full fledged fanfics and i’ve been busy with uni and work so please note fake texts are only open for now! i might open small headcanons later on when i get more used to my schedule!

— sunnie

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Dawn

Shinwon

YeoOne

Yanan

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[adachicuto]

last date before wedding with ptg

warning(s): food and wine mentions

↳ jinho: helping him with a cover of a song for youtube and it’d be a pretty romantic song maybe ed sheeran thinking out loud or john legend or maybe something else like eyes, nose, lips and you wouldn’t realize that he got you singing. i don't think he'd post it and just want to save it for the two of you to rewatch. it wouldn’t matter to him if you were an amazing singer or not, just being able to share that moment with you would be enough for him. so, it would probably become a tradition where you'd rewatch the cover for every wedding anniversary, and maybe you would cover more songs together each time as a little segment on his youtube channel and the members would text him and tease him about it every time lol

↳ hui: i get the feeling that he would bring you to a really nice yet underrated restaurant where smooth jazz is played and people are allowed to go onstage and perform a song. both of you would have the biggest smiles on your faces because the date would be reminiscent of your first one. you'd end the date off with really good wine and of course, hui would go onstage and sing (he'd claim it as practice for your big day) and would leave the audience stunned by his amazing vocals. on the drive home, his hand would never leave yours and he'd probably fidget with your engagement ring with a huge smile on his face.

↳ hongseok: your "date" would be so sweet and domestic because hongseok just gives me homey vibes. like, you'd both go to the grocery store to get ingredients for dinner and a dessert you both like. idk it would be the cutest thing and then you'd head back home and he'd start cooking while you worked on the dessert and you'd definitely catch him staring at you every few minutes with a goofy smile on his face and he'd wiggle his eyebrows playfully. you'd step away for a second to back-hug him and hongseok would smile to himself before he'd turn around to kiss you and he'd pull away to say something really cheesy but it would still put a smile on your face.

↳ yeo one: i think changgu would plan the cutest little picnic in the park for both of you. he'd pack some of your favorite foods and snacks and would even get you flowers or something. it would be the cutest thing and he'd take a flower and put it behind your ear and you'd do the same to him and then you'd go back and forth about who's the prettiest lol then the two of you would lie down and cloud gaze. idk i can see a really adorable dog running over to the two of you and it would really like changgu and it would be such a cute moment that would lead you to discuss the possibility of adopting a dog after the wedding. once the sun would start to settle below the horizon, you'd head home and would probably spend the rest of the day watching a show or movie.

↳ shinwon: both of you would agree on going to a spa and maybe a little shopping. i could definitely see him goofing around with you while in the sauna by making weird faces and telling you funny stories. then, he'd have you rest your head on his shoulder and he'd smile to himself. then, he'd tell you about how he was so nervous to propose to you. after a few minutes he'd realize that you weren't talking only to find you asleep. so, he'd make sure that you would be comfortable and would relax too. i think he'd love to spoil his s/o so he'd really enjoy going to the spa with you and it'd be a nice break from all of the wedding prep. on the way home, you'd both decide on ordering in bc neither of you would want to cook after being at the spa.

↳ yanan: he'd wake up extra early to get your favorite breakfast foods and coffee. when he'd make it back to your apartment he'd be met with you half asleep on the couch and would quickly put everything down to cuddle with you for a few minutes and then you'd eat breakfast together. afterward, the two of you would get ready to go and yanan wouldn't tell you but it would all make sense later. so, the two of you would go to multiple places throughout the city and you were thankful that they wouldn't be too far and at each stop, you and yanan would talk about what happened at each, like, one place was where he took you for your first date and another would be where you both said you loved each other for the first time. looking back on all of the memories would make both of your hearts feel so full.

↳ yuto: i think you'd go to an aquarium or botanical garden and it would be on a day when it wouldn't be so busy and the two of you could goof around and take funny pictures of each other imitating the animals. throughout the date, you'd both feel like little kids on a field trip again. both of you would stop every few minutes to stare at something you'd find interesting and the look on your faces at that moment would be so adorable and you'd have to capture the moments. after that, you would go get something to eat and then walk back to your apartment. on the walk, you'd both reminisce about how you met, your first date, and how he proposed to you.

↳ kino: i feel like hyunggu would go all out but it would still be a pretty laid-back date idk if that makes sense but he'd sign you up for a couples' dancing class where you'd learn how to tango and it would be so romantic and fun, even if you're not much of a dancer. after that, you'd go back home to shower and then he'd take you out to a really nice restaurant for dinner. the two of you would be so impressed with your meals but the highlight of your would be getting ice cream or your favorite dessert from your favorite place but then on your way back home it'd start raining and you'd have to wait it out inside a nearby cafe with steaming cups of tea. the whole situation would be pretty funny to both of you and it'd make for a nice moment to look back on.

↳ wooseok: being the youngest, i don't think he'd plan everything out and would just go with the flow. so, i think wooseok would also enjoy a night in with you as your date, especially if it would be a rainy day. he'd go and get your favorite snacks and drinks the day before and would surprise you with everything. the two of you would spend the day watching movies, playing video games, and just enjoying the calm before your wedding day. somehow, you'd end up talking about some of your embarrassing moments early on in your relationship and neither of you would be able to stop laughing and maybe you'd each go through your camera roll and it'd be a really cute moment for both of you.

[multiphandomunnies]

pentagon

reactions

accidentally seeing their gf naked

found out the wrong way social media au intros

found out the wrong way part one

found out the wrong way part two

found out the wrong way part three

found out the front way part four

s.o getting shy when they kiss

imagines

jinho

hongseok

flustered

hui

e’dawn

365 so stress

how cute

shinwon

yeo one

yanan

too much effort

kino

yuto

something special (*M*)

technology free

lovers night

wooseok

give it a rest

[cyncialwoo]

can you make a reaction of pentagon if they gonna see their ex girlfriend after break up

a/n: Hihi! I know I said two weeks, but I've been balancing school and home life. I'm also re-reading this piece I wrote a while back and brainstorming for new things. Also, I've never written reactions before, so I hope you enjoy it. I'm sorry this is so late.

words: 2.2k >>Masterlist

Jinho

He would be the type to avoid a meet-up.

It’s not like the relationship ended badly, but it’s for convenience. 

Jinho wouldn’t want to step on your feelings if there were any remaining

Honestly, for him, there was still something left over

He's delusional. Literally gaslighting himself to think he’s avoiding you for your sake.

The meet-up would be accidental like it was meant to happen. 

Jinho honestly hadn’t been out of his apartment in a few weeks. He had been having second thoughts about the entire breakup. Was it the best decision? He wasn’t sure. Although, the food had run out in his house, and takeout was expensive these days. 

He was walking through the isles bored when he saw a familiar figure. He didn’t see your face, but he didn’t have to. Something inside him wanted to approach you, but he didn’t. He couldn’t and he didn’t know why. He would rather die than go up to you. He stood there for minutes wondering whether to move past you or do a 180. 

He ended up just staring at you, taking in this moment of seeing you again. You were looking at some snacks on the shelf when you turned your head and looked over at him. He watched as the smile spread on your face, and how you waved at him. He reciprocated it, all without much thought. The moment flew by too fast for him because, in the next second, you were gone for the next item on your grocery list. 

Hui

Hui would most likely become obsessed with his work

Anything to distract himself 

Maybe he’d blow money for some serotonin

Anything to give him a quick whiff of some happiness 

He’s been writing songs like crazy and they're all sappy breakup songs

He doesn’t like any of them though 

He needs a break and a bad

Hui needed some time out of his studio which was now too stuffy for him. Just a simple walk would do for him. For what he meant for a short walk around the building, he ended up in a park nearby. He sat on a swing slowly rocking back and forth. His eyes were closed taking in the sound around him. It was quiet, barely anyone was around. Still, the sound of the wind and the trees slowly dancing to it making their sound, The casual cars driving by in the background. That was the serenity and peace he had been looking for this whole time. 

When he finally opened his eyes he noticed a familiar figure sitting at a bench. They were eating lunch alone with their head down. He didn’t have to see their face to know who it was. He smiled to himself, maybe this was the motivation and clarity he sought. 

Hongseok

He’d be more of the jealous type. 

He’s most likely the type to stalk a page 

He made a fake account just for you!

okay, maybe that’s not that charming. 

he regrets his decision though

he's sincere about that

Lately, Hongseok had been feeling like you were losing interest in him, or you were getting over this. With all that he still felt for you, he couldn’t let you. He still couldn’t let you go and needed something to drag you in with him. So, he devised a plan. He would “randomly” meet up with you. 

He got used to the schedule that you had, and have, so it wasn’t that hard to find you. He had crossed your path multiple times after the break-up, but neither of you had decided to go and talk to each other. He was too shy, and you wanted to get over him. It was better for you anyway, and sometimes seeing him just hurt.

Not this time when you saw him. You two had managed to get on the same bus. Although, you knew hongseok had a car and could drive. It made you wonder what happened to him after you two separated. You locked eyes with him, and he shared a smile with you. He took that as an invitation to come closer to you on the bus. He made small talk with you for most of the ride. Something about the whole experience felt like deja vu almost as if you had met him again, but in a new life.

Shinwon

He plays it off but he’s most definitely hurting 

He hangs around other people for a distraction 

He is not okay though

When he’s alone or at home he mostly pouts

Dont come about his mood though because he will snap

He also won't leave the house unless he has to

The guys have to make him come out, so they take him to an inside amusement park

They may spoil him a bit too much. 

It seemed like Shinwon was as good as new. He was smiling, laughing, and making his awful jokes. Honestly, Jinho and Hui kind of wished they left him at home. It seemed like this was the perfect thing to bring him back from being a literal human zombie.

They were walking around the theme park when he saw you giggling with your friends. You guys had rented school uniforms on. He was happy that you were happy though. The way you laughed or held your friend's hand. He didn’t notice how long he had been staring. 

He was sent back to reality when Jinho tapped him on the shoulder. “You ready to head out already?” Shinwon looked back at him just nodding. He didn’t know if Jinho knew if he was looking at you or not. Either way, nothing was mentioned on the way home.

Changgu

He lives in a cafe. 

Or he visits it a lot

Either way, he wants to run into you

First, it was the old cafe you two used to visit

Then your favorite cafe

But nothing, he couldn’t

One day he gave up and just started to work part-time at a random cafe

He was working late nights due to his day job. He was enjoying working at a cafe. He loved the smell of coffee beans after all, and wouldn’t complain if he smelled like them all day. One thing was for sure though, he brought a lot of business to the cafe. 

Everyone went to the cafe to see the cute barista. He smiled with all of the new attention, but he wasn’t quite sure if he enjoyed it or not. Some part of him still hoped that one day you would walk into those doors. He convinced himself that all of the girls he turned down were for you. He was staying loyal to you. 

The only problem was that he only worked at the late-night, and it was not the most favorable time for a cup of coffee. 

One night while he was making one of his famous cups of coffee, he heard a familiar laugh. His head shot up, he had to see your face again. Although, he frowned as soon as he spotted you in the crowd. Your arm was locked around another guy’s laughing and leaning into him. 

He frowned and turned over to his coworker, “I'm taking my 15.”

Yanan

The relationship was short

Surely not long enough for deep feelings

That's what he thought before he broke the news to you

But lately, he had been missing you

Denies it and tries to play it slick

I’m thinking this is like a college fling thing

So you guys could run into one another

Finals were coming up and Yanan was in the library with his head stuck in one of the textbooks. He had been there for hours, and he was starting to get hungry. He had a six-hour final that he was preparing for, and he could not flunk it. He searched in his bags to see if he had any snacks left over. Luckily he still had some, leaning back and eating it.

He took that time to scan his surroundings. He had been focused on his work for so long that he hadn’t noticed the amount of people that had come and gone. This time around he noticed you dozed off on a desk. Your head was lying on a textbook sleeping soundly. You looked so pretty to him. He went close to you and put your jacket over you.

He didn’t quite understand his actions or what possessed him to buy snacks for you. He smiled to himself as he wrote a note. He teased you about falling asleep in the library and how you should take better care of yourself. He didn’t sign the note, smirking. Maybe he could tease you more like this in the future.

Yuto

He is already a quiet person, so I feel like he kept the relationship very private

Barely anyone knew that the two of you had broken up

The break up wasn’t on good terms

The two of you could not agree on something 

He hated arguments and everything that came with it

He also hated telling you when he disagreed with something because it would lead to even more arguments even if it didn’t have to be one

The two of you were petty anyways

He tried to avoid you, and the places you hung out frequently

Yuto was out with a large group of friends. It was unusual for him, but he was enjoying the extra company. They were at a large shopping mall, so it wasn’t an ideal place to be. He was quieter than usual. Maybe it was because he didn’t want to draw a lot of attention to himself. That was the reason. He wanted some quiet time but didn’t want to be alone. Maybe this was the best solution for him. 

He thought of himself over the relationship. Maybe he was being too harsh, but he thought if he heard that you died in a week or so he wouldn’t care. Okay, that was cruel of him, but he needed some way to distance himself. 

The sad part was, when he saw you at a store with another guy, his heart sank. He was mad that he still felt some type of way about it and about you. He was disappointed in himself, nonetheless, he played it off and went on with his day. 

Kino

I'm going with the cliche trope

He’s just a party guy to me 

And I think he’d go to parties to let off his cool. Especially if it was a harsh break-up 

I feel like he’d still be jealous and possessive after the relationship

If anyone would try to say something bad about you, he would get mad at them. 

He’s still sweet as ever, even if it ended on bad terms or not

Kino was at a party, like usual. He had a huge social circle. He was floating around the party talking to a lot of different people. He was feeling better tonight. He preferred to put himself out there when he didn’t feel up to it. Honestly, he was feeling a lot better. 

He did notice you when you walked in, it would be hard for him not to stare. He watched over you, still feeling protective. He knew a lot of the people at the party, some of them having a bad reputation. He would rather watch over you from a distance, not ready to face you. 

That didn’t matter when a random guy came up to you. He didn’t know him, but he could not stand the fact that another man was talking to you. He came up to you putting his arm over your shoulder casually.  “I forgot to ask you what drink you wanted.” Kino kept a sly smirk on his face. You looked a little upset and surprised to see him there, but he just brushed it off. It was fun to cock-block you.

Wooseok

I think he would be quieter about the breakup

He seems like he keeps more to himself 

But he’s generally sweet to everyone 

I think the motivation would be down

He wants to keep things on good terms, but that doesn’t mean friends. 

He’s not the type to text you after

Unless he needed something 

Wooseok had gathered up some motivation lately, after looking at how messy his life had been lately. He was picking his stuff up and putting things in their right places. During that, he found some items that were yours, and he noticed that some of his things had been missing. He frowned, he didn’t want to do any confronting, but he wanted his things back. There’s nothing wrong with that, right?

His hands were sweaty as he texted you. He simply stated that he had a few of your things and he thought that you had a few of his. It was simple and he tried to be as polite as possible. He was not trying to make anyone upset. 

After a few days you hadn’t answered his text, so he tried again. This time his tone was a little hasty, and when you responded, it was in an aggravated tone. He was confused. You didn’t want to meet with him and made that clear. He suggested mail, but that seemed to upset you as well. 

When he saw you later that week on the street, he said nothing. He did nothing. Any feelings that he had left over for you, were gone. Then he knew he could move on.

[takorossi]

Pentagon as Pentagon Songs / Covers

(... that I associate them with, purely self-opinion)

Jinho

hmmm "Someday - Song By JINHO, HUI"?

i feel like Jinho really slayed the vocals on that one you know

if it's not "Someday" then it would probably be "Round 2 - Bonus Track" because #jinhoWWEcommentator era

"Spring Snow"!!!!!! SPRING SNOW.

spring snow.

i loved how excited he was at wanting to perform "Spring Snow" for Road to Kingdom

and also the feels

Hui

would it be basic if i said "Shine"??? not if it's the truth ...

"Shine"

because come on, we all know why it's "Shine", what are you talking about if it's not "Shine"???

maybe "Happiness" because i felt like Hui in that M/V was pretty memorable

but also his line in "Organic song" (E'dawn, Yuto, Woo Seok With Hui), both in the original when Dawn performed it by himself in Pentagon Maker and also the released track

"Basquiat"?? VOCAL KING.

Hongseok

honestly the first thing that comes to mind is "Very Good - PENTAGON Version" (originally by Block B) from RTK

the chocolate abs left an impression

and also the "it's okay as long as he doesn't dance inappropriately afterwards" - an RTK staff member

"Dr. Bebe"

the chocolate back left an impression

"Sparkling Night" because his Oppa-ness really popped off there, ESPECIALLY in this Special Live Clip, wow that video really took me to heaven and back you know, i ascended

Shinwon

if i'm going for associated images seared into my brain, i would pick "DO or NOT" because #jokershinwon era and also "Feelin' Like" even though i know he doesn't like it because POOL SHINWON??? shinwon with GLOVES??? ma lord almighty,,,

if i'm going for music music, it would be "Daisy" because he does my favourite line in that entire song ("haengbokhaeya dwae") in that whisper/breathy tone, sorry i'm just simping at this point

but by that logic, i would also associate him with "Naughty Boy" because of the chicken lyric ... it really stuck

if i don't put "One Shot" here, am i really a Shinwon fan?

so "One Shot" because he wrote it

Yeo One

"Pretty Pretty", definitely

high school Yeo One.

nerd Yeo One era.

mushroom Yeo One era.

Yeo One with GLASSES.

also "Eat" (originally by Zion.T) because :( Pentagon Maker :( Yan An :( comfort chocolate :( ("saranghae ... yO")

Yeo One's verse in "Round 1 - Bonus Track", specifically the part where he goes "nappeun saram ... Yanan, Yanan, Yanan"

Yanan

"Feelin' Like"

muscles.

absolute massive badonkerhonker muscles.

but also "Daisy" because i really like the way he dances in it, feels floaty and nice

also "Eat", for the same reasons as Yeo One

also "Round 1", specifically the part where he goes "(ya geuraedo bang gachi sseuneunde) HWAJANGSHI!!!"

Yuto

probably an unpopular opinion but "Shine" is one of them

his rap and the transition back to the group formation in their "Shine" stages left a sensation in my brain that i don't know how to explain

that one unique #notlikeothergirls "Yuto-da" in "Fantasystic"

those verses of Japanese rap in "Cerberus"? chef's kiss.

that low-toned Wooseok!mock-scream in "Round 2"

Kino

first of all, "Dr. Bebe", for less superficial reasons than Hongseok

like i really, and i mean REALLY love his entire persona in "Dr. Bebe"

from the stages to M/V, the facial expression and stature and makeup were EVERYTHING

in chinese, there's this thing we call 病态 (bìng tài), which directly translates to "state of being sickly" and it sounds kind of wack if you put it like that, but basically the way he embodied that psychological inner warfare in his dance and expressions was absolutely Oscar-worthy

"Daisy" because of his tattoo, and his florist dreams, and his dance, and that mafia dance variety thing they did

just. "Daisy". yeah.

Wooseok

i don't know if it's because of his unique rapping tone, but i associate him with a lot of Pentagon's songs

i mean he wrote and composed my absolute favourite Pentagon song, "BAD"

he also did "Nostalgia", which i like

his verse in "Sparkling Night"??? vocal Wooseok???

"Naughty Boy"??????????

okay that one because i hated his hair in it, i'm sorry Wooseok

but also i felt like he was so intrinsically linked with that song for some reason

it just screamed Wooseok to me

uhm

"The Magic Flute ("Der Hölle Rache" - Queen of the Night aria)"

oops

i'm sorry that was just for the crack i swear

[pentagonieslut]

down on me m.list

part one:

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[will add when ready.]

[unifox]

PTG as Owl City Songs Pt.2

Part 2 is here!!! I'll repeat myself

IMPORTANT: This is purely out of my imagination, I do NOT know how the ptg members are and their true personalities. This is how I perceive them through the content they provide us on social media. Also, the songs interpretations were mine. They might not be what the artist intended but how I understood them.

None of the pictures are mine! Got them on Pinterest

happy reading! and maybe listening too ~Foxy🦊

Pt.1 | masterlist

Yanan

The Tip Of The Iceberg 

Cute, heartwarming and a bit fairy like, like Yanan. Like mentioned in other members, each song has its own unique traits just like the Pentagon members. Yanan and this song are no exception. Also, the title also fits the situation quite well, since the tip of the iceberg is always just a small part of the iceberg and theres a lot to discover under the water, and Yanan with his shy personality also has a lot hidden behind what he actually shows us. 2023 me - the songs also says how some actions are just the tip of the iceberg of things the protagonist would do to get back their loved one, and it also fits well with the relationship of universe and pentagon with Yanan. Even being away from him for so long, we’d do everything to see the boys together again.

Gold (2023)

Yanan is gold. The song tells about someone who is gold, someone who might not see their whole potential even though they are it. For the longest time as a Universe I saw Yanan being like this and slowly starting to become more confident as the years went by. Yanan! You’re gold, so shine forever! Also, CONGRATS ON 1st PLACE YANAN S2 YOU DESERVE IT

Yuto

Up All Night 

I really don't know but this song fits Yuto. Maybe is the beat that changes and shows many styles that reminds me of Yuto, of how he looks like something but acts as something else. The song is mysterious and beautiful and thats really Yuto. Its cute but serious and the guitar part... definitely something that fits Yuto. Also, just like Yu, this song has a special place in my heart. “I just can’t get you off my mind, now I’m gonna be up all night”

I'm coming after you (2023)

I’m not sure why 2020 me chose this song bc she didn't write anything, maybe it was the instrumental? I think the bass in the song gives off Yuto vibes. It’s a lightweight song that seems almost theatrical to me. “Woo woo woo- I’m coming after you” The siren sounds seem fun and something that cute and the rest of Mayonnaise would add to their songs haha

Kino

Plant life 

Kino has a flower aesthetic so why not? The song is really artistic and that it would suit kino's style if he danced to this song, or even sang it. Both are gentle, creative and majestic, showing a really unique kind of power, that feels almost magical. The lyrics also has Kino's vibes to it. It’s full of metaphors and pretty sounds (I think it’s my favorite owl city song)

shooting star

Kino is a shooting star! Like the song, he seems like the type of person to encourage and support others whey they feel down or tired. Kino is comfort to others, someone really precious and kind. “So shine no matter where you are tonight”

Wooseok

Dreams and Disasters 

The image this song makes me think of is always a young couple, careless and fun, driving in a road in the middle of nowhere. This free-spirited style remind me of maknae Wooseokie. The upbeat melody and free-spirited lyrics fit Wooseok who is young and seem adventurous. “I wanna feel alive forever after”

Strawberry Avalanche

I don't know exactly why, but i guess pink Wooseok fits this. Another fun and cute song that fits shy Wooseok. I have this image that Woo is a pretty cute and gentle 2m tall boy and the scenario created by this song would fit him well. 2023 me- The song sounds soft and childish and I feel like behind the serious aura and appearance that wooseok has, there is a gentle and dreamy person there.

Pentagon

Good time

I don't really think I have to explain, but here I am anyways. Ptg is such a fun group. They are all very unique and display their individual charms throughout their journey. Every time we see them it's a good time, doesn't matter what they are doing. They turn the most normal things into something fun to look forward to.

Embers

I feel like this song talks about hope and, as cliche as it seems, pentagon simbolizes that to me. "When its all said and done, we'll shine like the sun so don't let the fire die." It simbolizes well the groups history and it works for their fans too, since seeing their journey Universe might feel inspired to just keep going too. It’s like Eternal Flame!

The Technicolor Phase

Support. Another word I think of when it comes to Pentagon. Thought the song you see how the lyrics say how they’re the support, how they are there to accompany wherever you are. “I am the green in the grass, That bends back from underneath your feet (...) I am the black in the book, The letters on the pages that you memorize” Pentagon and their songs are there for the fans whenever and wherever, it’s what keeps us entertained, hopeful, happy… you name it. 

[milkybonya]

irrelevant

order 024, anon: large banana milk tea with grass jelly and pudding

word count: 1k+

summary: college!Yanan and y/n share the same elective class and have to work on the same assignment despite 'hating' each other

[a/n] do you ever just stop and think about how pretty Yanan is cause i just did that and now i feel faint,, he's so pretty that i'm light-headed and dizzy wowee

"Yanan. Yanan is your partner. did you not hear me?" the ta says as you blink back at them in response.

they sigh and run their fingers through their hair, and you finally snap back to reality.

"Yanan... right," you say, looking down.

"yes, Yanan. i think i lost you there for a second, [y/n], but i'm glad you're back with us. Yanan is absent today, so i'd recommend contacting him somehow before next week's tutorial, because this assignment is due soon."

great.

you: hi Yanan, this is [y/n] from that elective class we both have. we've been partnered up for assignment 2, wanna meet up sometime?

when days pass without a reply and the weekend comes, you get angry and decide to call him.

"hello?" a sleepy voice responds.

"yes, hello Yanan. good-damn-morning! it's 3pm!" you snap.

you can hear him move his phone away from his ear to check who's calling him.

"[y/n]? what's up, why are you calling me?"

"cause you're not answering your messages and we have a group assignment due in two weeks!"

"just let me know what i have to do and i'll get it done," he says.

"that's not how this works, you idiot. this is a theatre class and both of us need to be involved."

Yanan sighs.

an hour later, you're sitting across from him at a local café, angrily sipping your drink as he rubs his eyes and yawns.

"so what's the assignment?" Yanan asks.

"why didn't you check before coming?" you ask.

"did you?" Yanan retorts.

when you're silent, Yanan raises his eyebrows at you.

"okay! you've got me there! but i was there for tutorial and heard the ta explain it, at least," you say.

"okay, know-it-all," Yanan says, sticking his tongue out at you.

"anyways... we need to come up with a two person, one scene, one act play," you explain.

Yanan nods along.

"yeah okay sounds terrible, i am not doing this with you," he says, snorting.

"you can be the one to childishly beg to our ta for new partners, then," you say.

Yanan rolls his eyes, sighs, and leans back in his seat.

"you write the script and we can meet in two days to go over it?" Yanan suggests.

"me? Write it? Alone?"

Yanan nods.

"you're the good writer here, so i trust your judgement."

you can't tell if he's trying to push all the workload onto you or if he genuinely is complimenting you.

"i'll pay for the coffee in return. see you in two days," Yanan says before standing up to leave.

-

two days later, just as Yanan said, you find yourself sitting across from him on the ground in your cramped dorm room. his eyes scan the script you handed him just moments ago, and you feel nervous waiting for his reaction.

you want him to like it... why? why do you care so much about this boy whom you also hate so much? well, hate is an exaggeration, but...

you've always just had beef with Yanan for... not really any reason. he was cold to you when you first met him, ignoring you and being rude, teasing you and sometimes hurting your feelings with his jokes that went too far... so you're not fond of him.

Yanan has just always naturally felt the need to act that way around you, and he's not sure why. you're easy and fun to tease, and he likes seeing your reaction. it isn't fun for you, though, of course.

so, you wrote a script to get back at him for everything.

"so... i'm playing a dumb, clueness nerd and you're playing the smart popular person who is nice to me and helps me come out of my shell?" Yanan asks, pushing up his glasses.

"yes. i'm the hero of this story."

"of course you are. your ego is huge."

you sigh and push Yanan, telling him to stop fooling around and start reading the script aloud, already.

"okay, here i go," he says, clearing his throat.

he opens up one of your books that are laying around and acts like he's reading it. you nudge him, just like the script tells you to, and he looks up.

"not another person here to make fun of me for reading," Yanan mumbles with a pout.

you throw him a smile and pretend to lean in to see what he's reading. Yanan catches a whiff of your sweet scent and... why is the world spinning for him suddenly?

"ah, this book? i've read it before, it's so good!" you say.

"you... have read this?" Yanan asks.

you nod and pat Yanan's head. his scalp tingles at your touch.

"i know the class makes fun of you for reading, but don't listen to them. they're just picking on you because you're so pure and innocent. if anyone hurts you again, just come stand by my side, okay?" you say, grabbing his hand.

his heart skips a beat. or two. maybe three.

you let out a deep breath suddenly, letting go of his hand.

"damn, that was pretty good for a first run-through!" you say, smiling at Yanan and finally feeling like the two of you could get close.

"uh, yeah, but... i don't think i can do this anymore," Yanan mutters before standing up and leaving your dorm.

confused, you try to chase after him, to no avail. the hallways are empty and there's no sight of the tall, eye-candy (according to everyone) boy. you call and text him, but there's no reply.

he keeps up the silent treatment for days.

you get so worried that you try to find his dorm, and when you do, he won't open up no matter how much you knock and yell for him. it reaches a point where you get kicked out for being so loud in front of his dorm room.

you tell yourself you're only this worried because if he doesn't stop this then you'll fail your theatre assignment, but you're starting to feel like it's something else. is he eating well? is he sleeping? has he gone out for air? your mind thinks of questions like these and you can't focus on anything.

the day comes for you to present your theatre assignment, and Yanan isn't there. your heart hammers in your chest as one by one your classmates present and Yanan still hasn't showed up.

"[y/n] and Yanan?" your ta calls out.

you stand up, wondering how to tell your ta that Yanan isn't here, until someone calls out to you from the doorway of your classroom.

"[y/n]!" Yanan calls out, running towards you with a smile.

"Yanan?"

"let's present, and i'll explain later. i have everything memorized, so let's do this," he says, walking to the front.

you nervously trail along behind him, taking a few deep breaths before you start. it's just like that day in your dorm room, [y/n]...

applause.

you don't even know how you finished your presentation, but the applause snaps you out of your daze. hand in hand, you and Yanan bow before the class as the ta tells you that you'll receive your grade a week later.

after class, Yanan pulls you aside to have a word.

"[y/n], i'm sorry..." he starts.

"yeah, you better be! do you know how worried i was?" you say.

"you were... worried?" he asks, smirking slightly.

"uh-"

"but seriously, [y/n], i'm sorry. i was too preoccupied with myself and my own thoughts and i'm sorry about that... but i think i know now."

"you know?"

"that i like you," he says suddenly.

you look around and sigh in relief when no one's around.

"Yanan! you can't just say that."

"why? what's wrong with it? i like you, [y/n]," he says, even louder.

you lightly slap his shoulder and he giggles.

"but... why... do you like me all of a sudden?" you ask, and Yanan shakes his head.

"it's not sudden. i've always liked you," he says.

when you give him a confused expression, he smiles.

"i know.. i've treated you terribly. i think i was... kind of embarrassed of the way i felt and covered it up by teasing you, and i'm sorry about that," he explains.

"Yanan... how are you so honest?" you ask.

"because i reflected for 2 weeks about what to say to you?"

you laugh and Yanan laughs along, grateful for the release of tension.

"i... don't know what my answer is right now," you say, despite the fact that you feel like you're on cloud 9 and you're buzzing with energy.

Yanan nods, shifting in his spot.

"i'll wait for your for as long as you need. in the meantime... wanna go to a café with me or something? so i can make it up to you?"

"i doubt that'll be enough, but i'll gladly take you up on the offer," you say, following Yanan down the hallway.

[tinyverse-writes]

irresistible (yanan)

pairing: non-idol!yanan x fem reader

genre: smut (dni if minor)

contains: mentions of alcohol, masturbation, unprotected sex, thigh riding, fingering, oral (m receiving), dirty talk (slight) , size kink, spanking (slight), light bondage, yanan calls you sweetie during sex, y/n is head over heels to yanan, yanan being irresistible as hell

synopsis: it's your friend's wedding and you're invited as one of her bridesmaids. aside from witnessing them share their vows, there's another reason why you're excited for the wedding; seeing yanan and not just that, but yanan in a suit which had you go insane and ended up in your hotel room, disturbing the newlyweds next door with your noises ;)

word count: 4.6k words

a/n: this turns out much longer than i expected 😶 i actually expected this to be 3k+ words but i never thought it would be two times longer than my kino oneshot which is related to this. anyways, happy birthday to our shanghai prince yanan! 🥳

grammatical errors and mistakes ahead

nothing's stopping you now and your sudden boost of confidence due to the intense amount of alcohol intake you had as you strut your way towards the tall man that you've been eyeing for since you came to the venue of the wedding. all the flirting that you two shared along with alcohol brings you on the bed of your hotel room, whimpering, writhing, and moaning underneath him. but how did you exactly get there?

"i expect you to be there to be one of my bridesmaids y/n! and yanan is there~ hyunggu invited him." your friend said when she came to your house, handing you an invitation for her wedding which will take place a few months later. of course you can't say no to your friend because you, yourself are very glad that she and hyunggu are about to start a new chapter of their lives as a couple but there's also another reason aside from that. the moment his name rolled out from your friend's lips saying that he's coming as well, your smile got wider as you told her, "of course i will totally be there! can't wait to witness you two finally marrying each other!".

you and your friend talked for a while before she left to hand the rest of the invitation to the guests. as soon as she left, you leaned against the wall next to your door, letting out the breath that you didn't know you were holding ever since your friend mentioned his name. you hate to admit it but you are overly head over heels for yanan to the point that even if someone just simply mentions his name, this had your stomach swooping. the first time you met yanan was when your friend invited you to her birthday party in which he was invited as well. and the moment you saw him, you could dedicate to him a taylor swift song especially along the lines of 'he's so tall, and handsome as hell' because indeed it clearly describes yanan. but there is one thing that is the problem here; you don't know how to flirt at him. well it's not that you really have no capabilities when it comes to flirting since you already flirted with some other guys a lot of times before but it is because you think you may not handle it if ever yanan flirts back at you or heck, you can't even handle being close to him either. for you, it's like you're a kid from kindergarten that gets shy if their crush is nearby which is a total opposite of what you usually are if you're flirting. if he flirts back, you think you may melt on the spot. your friend knows how much you feel about yanan so as a helpful friend she is, there was once a time where she set you up with yanan for a double date along with her and hyunggu but then again, you can't handle getting close and flirting at him so you ditched your date which ends up yanan thirdwheeling the two. you already plotted a lot of plans for how many times already on how to flirt at him whenever you come across each other but the moment you get to see him, all of those plans are erased and it annoys you how all of your plans are failing all the time.

so there you are, slumped on your bed, face flat against it as you brainstorm on how to flirt at him at the wedding or even at the future gatherings regarding the wedding. you were thinking that you should start by small talks. yes, that's right. start with casual small talks then gradually escalate it into flirting- the usual plan that you have but always failed. you then came to think about what would happen at the wedding, completely forgetting about your plan on flirting him. seeing your friend finally in a wedding dress, you wearing a dress as one of the bridesmaids, and oh- yanan wearing a suit. yes. yanan in a suit. this thought made you squeal against the mattress. thinking about what he looks like wearing a suit, how this highlights his long legs, how his outfit would accentuate his hips, shoulders and his chest, and so much more thoughts that actually lead you to sinful ones. thoughts that include how you slowly unbutton his dress shirt while kissing him slowly, how you ride his thigh or his crotch while he's still in his pants, and how he would use the tie of his suit on you. you tried to shake those thoughts off of your mind but you ended up awake at night, fingers curled inside your dripping core as you moaned his name breathlessly until you came which is the same thing that you did the night before the big event since you were way too excited for seeing yanan in a suit. you concluded that it would make you lose your mind and would just give in right in front of him.

and so it is the wedding day. you're all dressed up in a light blue dress that you picked when you and your friend went shopping and chose what the bridesmaids would wear. while you're walking down the aisle, your eyes instantly laid onto yanan who's fully dressed up in his suit which almost made you lose your focus. you tried your best to maintain your composure while walking before you're finally seated on your assigned seat, letting out a breath that you've been holding during your march.

throughout the wedding, your focus was on the couple whom you are very proud of. but at the same time, you can't help but to steal glances at yanan who looked hella fine even though it's been almost an hour since the ceremony started. your eyes caught the way he casually fixed his outfit. even though it's just a casual action, your mind is going insane on the spot the moment you saw him fixing his sleeves and loosening his tie. your sinful thoughts started to creep into your mind so you mentally slapped yourself a couple of times, bringing your focus back to the wedding.

the wedding ended with the couple sealing their marriage with a kiss. the bride then ordered the ladies, including you, to gather right behind her before she tossed her bouquet backwards and with the power of all the mysterious forces and you reaching out for it, you caught the bouquet. the people in the venue clapped while you squealed. and as if it's by instinct, you even have a might to stare at yanan, giving him a knowing look which made his friends seated next to him nudged him and your friend laughing lightly at your antics. you were able to catch the way yanan lifted the corner of his lips to a smirk which instantly made your insides flip. your thoughts start to wander on what his reaction meant but you weren't able to pin it.

it was already the reception. some of the guests, including you, gave their messages and best wishes for the newlyweds. it's now yanan who's going to give his message to the couple so you took the time to mesmerize his irresistible features from the moment he stood up from his seat and walked his way towards the platform, like it's his runway, and until he started to speak on the mic. at the same time, you try to refrain yourself from getting so whipped for him as you occasionally take a sip from your tequila while you're chilling at the bar. this doesn't help you either because after yanan is done with his little message and returned to his seat, you were able to catch his gaze on you which made you chug your drink in one gulp, forgetting the burning feeling of the alcohol against the back of your throat. you ended up distracting yourself from your thoughts with the help of alcohol but distracting had no effect on you anymore, instead you're now drunk. your need to get closer and feel him grows even more, desire burning you like you'll turn into ashes anytime. this is the effect that you have because of the man that hasn't even touched you yet and nothing is stopping you now. this is total contrast to what you may do if you're not drunk.

you approached him by the table where he's seated alone, slithering your fingers on his shoulder as you sit next to him.

"hey there yanan" you called him almost seductively while your fingers are tracing the fabric of his suit on his shoulder.

"oh hi y/n" he spoke before he took a sip from his drink. the way how your name slips off from his lips sends chills to your spine and made your insides flip. "you look great tonight." he added.

"so do you." you said as your fingers run down to his collar, occasionally leaving featherlight touches on the skin of his neck. "you look good in a suit- it makes me question my sanity, mister." you leaned in to whisper right on his ear which made him chuckle darkly, causing you to instantly cross your legs tighter.

however, yanan would like to test the waters first to see if you're someone who's really into him. considering he's been flirted by a lot of different people already, he's already encountered different tactics of flirting and most them are just for fun or just for the benefit of themselves. the ones that he encountered started at a small talk then escalates it to flirting him completely and others started by pretending to accidentally bump him or made a small physical contact with him and none of those cliché ones impressed him. but the thing that you're doing is totally different from what he used to; yours is way too straightforward which is what he likes. he was hesitant at first since he knows that you're drunk because of the smell of alcohol coming from you but what makes him think that you're really into him is those lingering gazes that you never knew he noticed, plus the one that you gave to him when you caught the bouquet earlier.

"question your sanity? is that why you were looking at me like that earlier when you caught the bouquet?" yanan asked, planting one of his elbows on the table while his other hand was on his hips. a sign that he became interested on how this thing will go.

"nope." you answered instantly, playing with the glass that you're holding before you paused and looked at him. "not just questioning it but losing it as well. i already lost my sanity on you before this wedding was planned, mister."

"oh really? mind if you tell me when and how it started?" he propped his chin on his palm, showing that he became much more interested on what else you can do.

"you're so damn irresistible, baby. from the moment y/f/n introduced you to me, you had this kind of effect on me and you got no idea what it is." your hands starts to fiddle with his tie and a part of you wants to tug it and pull him closer to you, as if this close proximity that you two are having is not enough for you.

"show me then." and with what yanan said made you pull him by his tie before you leaned closer to his ear.

"room 406. come over after the reception." you whispered, lips brushing against his ear as you did then pulled away before you walts your way from him to head to your hotel room.

thankful yanan is since the reception ended a few minutes after you left the area. he left the venue shortly after he bid his congratulations to the couple, taking the elevator on the way to your room.

on the other hand, you were in your room, dancing all by yourself while vibing through body party by ciara that was playing on your phone. you were then disrupted by a knock on the door which is followed by a voice saying that it is room service. despite how much the man by the door tried his best to somewhat change his voice, you're able to identify who the man is which made a smile crept up to your lips as you went to open the door.

"hey there handsome." you greeted as you leaned by the doorframe, hair a bit messy from all the dancing you did in your room earlier.

"hey there sweetface." he greeted back after a chuckle. "do you want any of my services madame?"

"ah- yes." you slowly raked your hand up to his chest then gripped his tie. "you." then you said with a growl before pulling yanan by his tie, kissing him hungrily while pulling him inside of your room. one of his hands dropped to your waist while the other is reaching out for the doorknob, locking it up as he kisses you back.

"you pulled me by my tie for twice already. do you really love my tie that much?" he said against your lips after he pulled away shortly.

"yeah" you said, almost breathlessly. "and i would love to know how you are going to use your tie on me, mister." and with that, yanan crashed his lips onto yours- tilting his head to the side as he deepens the kiss. you kissed him back in the same manner with his as if you're starving and that's what you needed in order to survive. he then lowers himself, kissing and nibbling the exposed skin of your neck, jaw, and shoulders as he unzips your dress. he lets your dress fall down to the floor before he guides the both of you to your bed, hands roaming around your body as he does. you started to feel sparks igniting all over your senses with his touch and at the same time, you felt yourself getting wetter which caused you to rub your thighs together. this however, was noticed by yanan who immediately pries your legs open and settles his knee between them. you let out your first moan for tonight when you felt him rub his knee against your clothed core. the moment he heard you moan, he had an idea popped up in his mind. yanan lifts you up, hand at the small of your back as he guides you on his lap while he sits up on the edge of the bed.

"mind if you ride my thigh sweetie?" he asked, hands are already on your waist.

"absolutely." then you wrapped your arms around his shoulders before you start to rock your hips, grinding against his thigh which had you throwing your head back and lets out a couple of moans. yanan grabbed the opportunity to suck the skin of your neck, leaving some bluish to purple marks. his name rolled out from your lips as you moaned sweetly and he grunts lightly as he felt his pants gets tighter in each noise that you make. he flexes his thigh occasionally that caused you to pick up your pace, whimpering helplessly. your wetness seeps even more from your panties and you were able to see how your wetness stained his pants.

"is this how you want me so bad?" yanan asked, grunting once again when your thigh occasionally brushed against the tent forming on his pants. "had you so fucking wet with just my thigh only."

"not just that yanan." you said with a slight growl stitched to your voice before you get off from his thigh and lower yourself, kneeling in front of the bed where he's seated. you palm him through his pants before unzipping them which earned a moan from him. the noises he makes had you clenching over nothing, getting impatient for the need to have him buried deep inside you. but you still have something in mind so after you unzipped his pants, you pulled them down along with his boxers, letting his cock spring free right before your eyes that had yanan hissing.

his cock is in the perfect size, you say. thick and long enough that you think will bring you straight to heaven the moment it stretches your tight muscles. his precum glistening at his pinkish tip that had you chewing on your bottom lip before you start to lick them off of him, tasting his sweet precum. yanan braced his palms on the mattress, throwing his head back as he moaned. you gave his tip a few kitten licks before taking them whole, sucking and twirling your tongue around his tip while your hand is now wrapped around the shaft, jerking him.

"oh fuck- it feels so fucking good." yanan moaned, biting onto his bottom lip as he tries to not buck his hips and fuck your mouth.

as you continue to jerk the rest of his cock with your hand, you feel your drool dripping through his shaft. you spread them even more as you jerk him, slicking him up before you decided to take him whole. you feel yanan almost bucked his hips to your mouth as he lets out a rather loud moan. you bob your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks to somewhat fit him into your mouth but his tip is already hitting the back of your throat.

yanan on the other hand had enough of restraining himself from fucking your mouth so one of his hands found your hair and gripped them for a makeshift ponytail before he pulls you away and pushes you back in, a choked out moan escaping his lips. he starts to buck his hips to yours, fucking your mouth completely. you were whimpering at the back of your throat whenever you hear his moans that had your pussy clenching over nothing and soaking wet even more. yanan's moans gets louder as he speeds up, you almost consider them as a music to your ears the noises he makes. yanan feels the same way too but in his case, each noise that you create sends vibrations to his cock that causes it to twitch, continuing to do so until he came and shoots his load into your throat. you did not waste each drop of his cum and swallows them, licking your lips afterwards before you sit back on his lap and kissed him. yanan moaned between kisses as he got a taste of himself while you start to take off his coat, loosen his tie and unbutton his dress shirt. he placed you back on the bed, hovering above you while you took the chance to roam your hands around his torso. he pulls away from the kiss, removing his tie and his shirt completely.

"you said you love to know how i am gonna use my tie on you, right?" he asked then you nod as you looked at his orbs, full of lust. yanan grabbed both of your wrist and ties them together before tying them onto one of the posts of the headboard of the bed. "here we go." he said as he finished tying then pulled away, kneeling on the bed as he admires how you're tied on the bed. "perfect." he said with a growl, corner of his lips lifting up to a smirk.

you're squirming against the mattress as you felt his gaze on you that is like he's a predator, ready to devour his prey anytime. he leans in for a searing kiss before he trails down to your chest, planting wet kisses before he latches his mouth onto one of your nipples and sucks them while he plays with the other nipple by pinching and flicking it. a loud moan along with his name bursting off of your lungs as you fist your hands over nothing, desperate to have your hands around him while he makes you feel good. while continuing his ministrations, he sneaks his other hand down between to your inner thighs and rubs them teasingly.

"f-fuck yanan stop teasing- i've been holding on for too long to not to be teased like this." you whined, lifting your lower half in hopes of having contact with his hand to your clothed core.

he chuckled darkly before he brings his hand close to your heat, running his fingers through the prominent slit on your panties.

"so damn wet for me." he says with a hint of amusement to his tone. "imagine how my cock would slip easily in and out of you just because of how wet you are."

"just fuck me already yanan!" you scolded him with a whine.

"no sweetie, i need to prep you first. do you think you could handle this cock that i got with how small you are?" you got speechless with his words and with that, yanan discarded your panties off of you and shoved two of his fingers to your heat. you arched your back against the mattress, moaning so loudly as he stretches and scissors you with his fingers. after a couple of thrusts, he added another digit and continues to finger you as he plays with your breasts, sucking and pinching them with his other hand.

"y-yanan" you moan his name sweetly, letting out a couple of moans that echoes all over the room. with the noises that you make, he snaps his wrist faster- picking up the pace. he brings his thumb on your clit, rubbing them as he fingers you. a soft grunt leaving his throat every time he feels you clenching around his fingers.

meanwhile, you're a mess- whining and whimpering underneath him which gets louder as you feel yourself getting closer to your peak. your knuckles turn white as you circle your fist tight since you're holding onto nothing, moaning his name like a mantra.

"oh fuck- y-yanan i'm gonna-" you were cut off when you part your lips, screaming silently as you came on his fingers. yanan brings his fingers to his lips, licking and sucking your juices but he made sure he left some for you. chest heaving as you catch your breath, you look at yanan with full of lust as you watch the sight before your eyes. he pries your lips open with his fingers then shoved them in. you groaned around his fingers as you got a taste of yourself and sucked his fingers clean.

"you use your mouth so well on me sweetie." yanan cooed, caressing your cheek with his thumb. "now-" he flips you flat on your stomach then lifts your lower half. "let's see how good your pussy is." then he plunges his member into your heat, groaning at how your tight walls are hugging him. he went in inch by inch before bottoming out, letting you adjust. you took the time to adjust and stabilize your breathing before you told him to move as soon as you deemed that you're ready.

he slowly pulls out until the tip which had you hissing before he slams back in rather hard and you could somewhat feel the bed move and its headrest hit the wall lightly at the force that yanan applied. he starts to thrust at a moderate pace, holding your waist tight as he do so. both of your moans that blend well together echoes the room. a moan of your name slips off from yanan's lips which had you clenching around him then you yelped as you felt a stinging sensation against your ass when his palm made contact with it. he continues to fuck you while slapping your ass, timing it with his thrust which had you moaning his name breathlessly.

"oh fucking god- y/n" slap. "despite on how little you are, you take me so well. do i make you feel so good, am i right?" another slap. "do i hit your sweet spot?" another slap. "is this what you wanted for a long time huh y/n?" and another slap.

"fuck yes! yes yanan!" you managed to answer, nodding frantically as you did. despite on how deep he is buried inside you, you're still desperate for more. but you cannot do anything since your hands are tied and it tightened even more when he flipped you earlier. so you start to grind your ass against his, timing it with his thrusts as well. yanan, however, sensed your need so he went to pick up his pace without a warning but you anticipated it anyways.

"oh y-yanan! oh fuck-" both of your moans that are getting louder each second accompanied by skin slapping noises, dominates the room. you two are immersed with the pleasure that spreads throughout your entire senses to the point that the two of you completely ignore the banging on the wall which is followed by a voice coming from the newlyweds next door, complaining about your noises.

"look at you- so little but able to take my cock so well, willing to get ruined by it." yanan chuckled darkly before he sneaks a hand down between your thighs and starts to play with your clit. the moment he's done it had you throwing your back and closed your eyes shut, mouth hung open for a loud and long moan due to the immense amount of pleasure given to you.

you feel yourself approaching your second orgasm and your thighs are now shaking, moaning and whimpering helplessly. yanan lets out lewd noises as well each time your walls are clenching around his cock.

"you close sweetie?" yanan asked almost breathlessly and you answered with a nod. soon after, his thrusts are getting sloppy, feeling his high approaching as well but he's able to fuck you harder to bring you closer to the edge. you part your lips for a loud and high pitched moan as you finally came, coating yanan's dick with your juices. yanan pulls out of you as well after a few thrusts, flipping you back and made you open your lips with his cock and shoved it inside before he starts to fuck your mouth for the second time tonight. your noises are now muffled but it sends vibrations to his member which makes his noises increase in volume. he quickened his pace and you were able to feel around your mouth how his cock is twitching. he came right after, a choked moan leaving his lips. you swallowed and sucked each drop of his cum, but some are leaking out from the corner of your lips. he stilled for a second before he pulls out, bringing his thumb to the corner of your lips to shove those cum back into your mouth. after you have them swallowed, he cups your cheeks and dives in for a kiss which is slow and sensual. he reaches out to your restraints, setting your hands free and he soothes the skin of your wrists in the midst of your kiss. he pulls away, licking his lips and stares at you briefly before he lays down next to you, catching his breath.

you two remained there, catching your breaths for a few moments. yanan was about to speak something as soon as he felt his breathing was stable but he's disturbed by a knock on the wall.

"are you guys done now? we are going to sleep now okay?" it was hyunggu, one of the newlyweds.

both of you bursted out laughing upon knowing that they heard all of your noises from earlier's activities.

"we were loud." you said, chuckling lightly.

"you were very loud." yanan replied, booping the tip of your nose before he pecks it. "and you're very irresistible as well sweetie."

- by tinyverse-writes

10/25/21

[jinkoh]

pentagon x gn!reader

summary: you unexpectedly fall into a strange world and quickly find yourself entangled with its peculiar people—as well as their problems.

tags: alice in wonderland au, multiple routes for several members, a little madness; warnings: non-graphic descriptions of violence, mentions of blood and weapons, cruel characters (but also very sweet and fun ones—this au is less dark than it sounds...probably)

wordcount: ~13,8k

a/n: okay so this kinda became a really really huge project that i've been working on for a while and that i am very attached to so ofc i'd be really excited if you gave it a try hehe i didn't stick very close to the original material so don't be too surprised. in case you want to know who is who from the get go you can check out the character introduction, but they also all get introduced bit by bit~ do heed the warnings before reading!

series masterlist // character introduction // ptg masterlist

The weather had been weird for days now, heavy clouds hanging in the purplish sky and a constant drizzle making puddles form in the streets. The Uncle from the car shop on the first floor said it was an omen; that something bad was approaching. Your landlady called him crazy and said it just needed a proper thunderstorm and the sunny weather would be back. But she didn’t like him much to begin with and if he wasn’t such a good tenant, for whatever that meant, she would have thrown him out long ago. You didn’t really care much for her idle talk. You were somewhat fond of the Uncle, even more so since your cat Humpty Dumpty seemed to have taken a liking to him too, visiting him in his shop, whenever he managed to sneak out of your third floor apartment.

So, when the Uncle told you to be careful in this weird weather and to keep an extra watchful eye on Humpty for the time being, you’d meant to heed his advice. 

You must have had a moment of inattention though, because when you came home after getting groceries you found your small flat to be empty. You’d forgotten to close the bathroom window and he must’ve snuck out from there. With a sigh you set the groceries down in the kitchen area before stepping out again, hoping that maybe he was just in the car shop downstairs. 

You were lucky, finding the brown animal curled up on the roof of a beige vintage car, while the Uncle himself was working beneath the car, only his legs poking out.

“Here to pick up your cat?” He asked, without coming out.

“He slipped out again,” you replied while picking Humpty up from his spot that must have been incredibly comfortable if his unsatisfied meowing was anything to go by. “Thanks for keeping an eye on him.”

The man laughed. “Felt more like he was keeping an eye on me, honestly.”

You nodded even though he couldn’t see you, watching a little longer. 

“That’s a nice car,” you commented, more to make polite conversation than anything else. You didn’t actually know anything about cars, but you did think it was a pretty one with the little hood ornament resembling the shape of an M.

“Yeah, it’s a nice one. A Ford Mercury Monarch, though I doubt you’ve suddenly taken a big interest in cars, have you?”

“Not really.” You chuckled, feeling caught. Of course he’d know that you were just being polite. “Still, it’s kinda pretty.”

“Mhm,” he hummed. 

Humpty started to fidget in your arms and you knew it was time to head upstairs if you didn’t want him to scratch you.

“I better go back.”

“Mhm,” he hummed again and you were about to leave, when he pushed himself out from under the car and eyed you seriously.

“Remember to be careful, y/n,” he reminded you once more. “I think there’ll be a storm tonight.”

Somehow the way he said it felt insinuating and sent a weird shiver down your spine. 

You swallowed around the lump in your throat.

“I’ll remember it.”

With a weary feeling in your stomach you left his shop, slipping back out into the rain. The building you lived in was an old factory that had been turned into several loft apartments and the commercial property downstairs. A bunch of the complexes in your neighborhood were like that which gave the area a certain charme when the sun was shining onto the red brickstones and reflecting from the big, old windows. When it rained like now though, the sky above dark and grey, the tall buildings almost looked intimidating.

Just when you wanted to turn towards the entrance door next to the shop to head upstairs, you saw a white shadow rushing through your peripheral vision. Your head instinctively snapped around, and you clearly hadn’t been the only one to notice. Humpty all but leaped out of your arms, chasing the white shadow down the street which seemed to be—a rabbit?

For a moment you were frozen in place, watching your beloved fur ball disappear down the street. But then you snapped out of it, running after him as fast as you could.

Sadly, it wasn’t fast enough to catch up to him and to make things worse the Uncle had been right about the storm. The rain was picking up and you heard thunder rumbling in the distance.

Eventually you found yourself in a side street, no trace of either the cat nor the rabbit. Humpty had never been one to come back when called, but you tried anyway, shouting out his name, the brick-lined house walls echoing it back to you.

You knew Humpty would be able to find his way back home, but you didn’t like the idea of him outside in this weather by himself. So, you kept going, even when the rain got so strong you could barely see what was in front of you.

Feeling somewhat resigned, you turned into another side street, just to be met with the rabbit sitting right in the middle of the road, his bright white fur standing out against the gray surroundings. Humpty on the other hand was nowhere to be seen. But something inside of you told you that if you caught the rabbit, you would surely find him too.

The white animal watched you with calm eyes as you approached, and you almost thought you’d be able to grab it, when it bolted, disappearing behind a corner. You rushed after it, turning into the dead end just to find it deserted and almost completely flooded. The giant puddle seemed to reflect the sky above impossibly sharp, despite the raindrops rippling the surface. In the reflection it didn’t even look all that dark and cloudy, but before you could wonder about it more or bemoan the water drenching your shoes, you suddenly felt yourself stepping into a void, the floor beneath your feet simply disappearing. In a weird epiphany you realized it must have been a missing duct cover, but it wasn’t like that would help you now. You were already falling, dark water swallowing you whole.

When you came to, the first thing you realized was that you were cold and wet. You blinked your eyes open and pushed your damp hair out of your face. It didn’t make sense, you were sure you’d fallen down into the sewer, but you found yourself in the same dead end again, sitting in the middle of the giant puddle, completely drenched. At least the rain had let off and the sky was dyed in shades of pink and purple. 

You felt for the opening in the ground that you’d fallen into with your hand, but the duct cover was right there. Confused, you tried to squeeze some water out of your clothes which was only so effective considering that you were still sitting in the puddle. 

Just then, your eyes fell onto the white rabbit at the street corner he’d come from, looking at you almost thoughtfully. But then, as if he snapped himself out of a trance, his eyes widened. 

“Oh no, oh no,” he mumbled, or you would have thought he did if it wasn’t impossible for a rabbit to speak. “Go back, quickly!”

“What?” you asked anyway, but the rabbit just turned and bolted off again.

“Time is running out.”

For a brief second you stared at the spot where he’d still sat a moment ago, but then you quickly stumbled to your feet and ran after him. You turned the corner just in time to see a man, not a rabbit, scurrying down the street. He had snow white hair, just like the bright fur of the rabbit, and it felt a bit too odd to be a coincidence. Especially with the pair of rabbit ears sitting right there on his head.

“Oh no, oh no,” you heard him again from the distance and even though none of this made any sense, you kept going after him.

Despite running until your lungs burned, you couldn't catch up to him. Maybe that was your sign to call it a day, you thought. Surely, Humpty had already made his way back home to your apartment by himself to escape the bad weather.

When you looked around though, you noticed that something about your neighborhood felt off. On first glance it was the same, but on second glance everything was different. All kinds of weird plants were overgrowing the pavement and crawling up the brick walls. There were no lights on behind the windows, no matter where you looked, nor was there any other trace of people. 

Overcome with an eerie feeling you slowly made your way down the street in the direction of your home. The light of the street lamps looked colder than usual and they flickered in irregular intervals. 

“I think you’re going the wrong way,” a voice behind you suddenly said matter of factly.

Startled, you turned around, looking right into the face of a young man with bright blue hair. He smiled and it was undeniably pretty, but it didn’t look entirely genuine.

“What do you mean?”

Instead of a reply he just shrugged and then seemed to disappear into thin air. You looked around, trying to understand where he’d gone, but he was nowhere to be found.

“What do you mean?” you repeated, your voice a little shaky.

“That the direction you’re going in is wrong.” He suddenly replied from right next to you.

“But I’m going home.”

“If you say so.” He giggled and it almost sounded childlike.

You felt yourself growing a little annoyed. “Then where am I supposed to go if not this way?”

“I won’t tell you.” With that he disappeared into thin air once more and you didn’t have it in you to feel surprised about it again.

“Fine,” you snapped in no direction in particular. “Then don’t tell me.”

You continued your way, but from time to time you still heard his giggles and little comments.

“So wrong,” he would say with a chuckle, his voice coming from one direction first and then another next.

“If you’re not going to tell me, then at least leave me alone!”

“But it’s funny,” he argued, suddenly appearing right in front of you, a wide smile plastered on his face. “It’s funny to see you run right into their fangs.”

“Whose fangs?” 

“The Queen’s servants,” he whispered right into your left ear, before reappearing on your other side. “The heartlings.”

You frowned in confusion, all of this giving you a headache. None of it made any sense. You just wanted to go home, curl up in your bed and cuddle your cat. But you couldn’t help the weary feeling in your guts, telling you that there was at least some truth to the weird guy’s words.

“So, where would you go?”

“Oh, I can go anywhere,” he replied with a giggle. “They can’t catch me if they can’t see me, right?”

“And if you couldn’t turn invisible?”

“Hm,” he seemed to think for a moment. “Maybe I’d get myself a snack from the gas station?”

You looked at his vanishing form in utter disbelief. “A snack?”

“Or a coke, maybe.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Well, I’m not saying you should do that. But you asked me what I would do. And I gave you an answer.”

You felt so unbearably frustrated with whoever this guy was, and yet you still turned around and headed into the direction of the gas station. Maybe you’d get some answers there and if you didn’t you could at least buy a snack and a coke before going home.

When you reached the gas station it too wasn’t quite looking the way you remembered it to. Instead of the brand logo you were so familiar with, the pink neon sign showed an abstract symbol next to letters that you couldn’t read. Just like the rest of the neighborhood it seemed to be completely deserted, but at least the lights in the shop were on.

“Are you sure I can go in?” You asked, convinced the blue haired guy was still around.

“If the door isn’t locked you can,” he replied, his voice coming from further away than you’d expected.

You turned around to spot him sitting in the branches of a tree near the edge of the parking lot.

“Are you not coming along?”

“I doubt my presence would be appreciated.”

You frowned in confusion. “Why?”

“Because I don’t like to pick sides. Besides,” he hopped off the branches but disappeared before his feet hit the ground, just to stand in front of you a second later. “Cats aren’t welcome.”

He pointed towards a sticker on the glass door, a pictogram of a cat crossed out with a thick red line.

“But you’re not a cat,” you argued, following the gesture with your eyes before your gaze settled on him again.

“Am I not?” He tilted his head and a pair of grayish blue cat ears was sitting right there, poking out of his hair. 

You stared at him flabbergasted. You knew for sure they hadn’t been there before. You would have noticed such a detail, wouldn’t you? 

“Wha—how?”

“Because I’m a cat,” he replied as if it was common knowledge. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” 

With that, he vanished into thin air once more, the last thing you saw of him the bright white of his toothy smile.

“Wait! Am I supposed to go alone?”

“Weren’t you alone from the start?” sounded his reply, but he didn’t turn visible again.

“But what if I need help?”

“I’m sure you will.”

“So how will I know how to find you?”

He giggled. “Find me? You won’t. But should I ever be in the mood to help, I will certainly know how to find you.”

“Wait!” you tried to stop him once more, but it stayed quiet and you were sure he was gone for good this time.

You sighed, focusing your attention on the shop in front of you instead. Even on closer inspection you couldn’t spot anyone, but the staff door behind the cash desk was cracked open, so you assumed that someone was in the back.

With a deep breath you opened the glass door and stepped inside. It felt cramped with how closely the aisles stood together, maybe a little more so than usual. You looked around, hoping that the cashier would come out if you just waited a bit. You picked up a coke and a chocolate bar from the shelves, not because you were in the mood for either, but because the cat guy had mentioned it.

By the time you stepped to the counter and sat down the products on top there was still no sign of anyone coming out anytime soon, nor was there a bell to ring.

“Hello?” You timidly shouted in the direction of the door. “Hellooo?”

“Hello?” It suddenly echoed back from beyond. “Hellooo?”

You rolled your eyes at the staff’s humor. “I’d like to pay.”

“They’d like to pay,” it sounded back, but this time it didn’t seem to be addressed to you.

Before you could say anything else, the door opened and a guy with tousled red hair stepped out. For a moment he just eyed you thoughtfully but then he broke into a goofy smile that made a dimple form on his cheek.

“Welcome.”

“Uh, hi,” you replied awkwardly. “Do you work here?”

He wasn’t quite what you’d expected. Instead of the off-white t-shirts the staff here usually wore, he wore a sheer turtleneck in bright orange and a colorful silk shirt on top that he kept open. He absolutely didn’t look as if he was working here. Nevertheless, you couldn’t help but think that in some peculiar way, you found him attractive.

“Work here?” he repeated, sounding almost a little confused. “No, I don’t work.”

“Uh, then, is someone here who does?”

“Is anyone here who does?” he shouted towards the staff door, passing your question on.

“No, no one,” came the reply shortly after.

“The hare says no one is here.”

“Yeah, yeah, I heard.” You pinched the bridge of your nose slowly losing patience with whatever was going on today. “So, how do I pay?”

“Oh, with money.”

“With—forget it.” 

“All forgotten.” He nodded with a bright smile. “Anything else I can help you with?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I was just looking for my cat and then got into this whole,” you gestured vaguely at your surroundings, “mess.”

“A cat?” His face crinkled with disgust. “Not a blue one, is it? That scoundrel is not allowed in here.”

“Blue? No, Humpty Dumpty is brown.”

“Humpty Dumpty is an egg.”

“What?”

“What?”

You shook your head in exasperation. “Anyway, so I was looking for my cat and then there was this rab—man?” It sounded more like a question. 

“You’re looking for a man?”

“I guess you could say that.”

“Hm,” he looked around the store as if he could find him between the aisles if he just searched hard enough. Then he turned to the door once more.

“Changgu, do we have a man?”

“A man? No, no, we don’t have that.”

“I’m afraid we don’t have any in store,” he said apologetically.

“I’m not—I don’t want to buy one. I’m—he was running away. He had white hair and—rabbit ears? And he seemed to be in a hurry. Have you seen him?”

“Ah, you met Hui. Terrible workaholic, really.”

“Do you know where to find him? I think he knows where my cat is….maybe?”

At the word cat his face scrunched up once more, but he didn’t comment on it this time. 

“I might know.”

“So, will you show me?”

“Now? I can’t. It’s tea time. In fact, maybe you should come in and have tea with us.”

You frowned in confusion. “But you don’t even know me?”

“Right,” he nodded. “Who are you?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n. That is certainly a name,” he nodded once more. “I’m Shinwon. The Hatter.”

“A hatter?” You weren’t aware that it was a job that still existed. You’d assumed that the fast fashion industry had more or less let that handicraft die out. Furthermore, “You’re not even wearing a hat.”

“Not a hatter. The Hatter. And my hat—” for a moment he stared into the distance, a deep sadness in his eyes but then he snapped out of it, smiling like nothing happened. “That’s a story for another day.”

The sudden change in mood had piqued your interest, but you decided to respect his privacy and not pry into it further.

“And what is the Hatter doing in a gas station?”

“A gas station? I’ve never been to one.” He didn’t give you the time to question his words, already turning towards the door. “Now, let’s have some tea.”

Maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea to follow this guy to the back. He didn’t seem to be right in the head, though to be fair, you weren’t sure about your own sanity either. After all, you’d chased down a talking rabbit and then shared a walk with a man who seemed to be able to vanish into thin air. Perhaps, a mad hatter in a gas station was on the normal side of things in comparison.

The backroom didn’t look the way you’d expected, though at this point you weren’t sure what you were expecting anymore. The space was completely cluttered with chests and boxes, and all kinds of fabrics and curtains were draped throughout the room. In the middle of it all was a long table which was decked out with way too much dinnerware. In fact, the tea cups were stacked up so high, you almost didn’t notice the guy sitting in one of the mismatched chairs near the end of the table. 

“I brought a guest,” Shinwon declared, pointing at you.

“A guest!” The guy jumped up from his chair with a dazzling smile. 

Only now did you see the floppy ears that sat on his head, reaching down all the way to his shoulders. They were a light brown, the same shade as his wavy hair, and they looked so soft and fuzzy you kinda wanted to try petting them. 

“Hi,” you awkwardly greeted, raising your hand in a small wave. “I’m y/n.”

“That is certainly a name,” the man replied with a nod and Shinwon next to you clapped excitedly.

“Right? That’s what I said.”

You didn’t know what to make of the comment so you decided to just ignore it. “And you are Changgu I assume?”

 “Ah, where are my manners?” He rushed over, accidentally knocking some cups off the table that shattered on the floor.

“Yes, Hare, where are your manners?” Shinwon echoed.

“I’m Changgu. The March Hare,” he introduced himself, reaching out his hand to you, that barely poked out from underneath the sleeves of his plaid coat.

“The March Hare?”

He nodded, before leaning in closer as if he was about to share a secret. 

“It’s because I’m as mad as one,” he whispered. “I don’t have both ears in the water.”

As if to prove his point he raised one of his ears and let it flop down again.

“It’s oars, Hare. You don’t have both oars in the water,” Shinwon corrected, before ushering you further into the room. “Now, let’s have some tea?”

He pulled back one of the chairs for you while he took the seat at the head of the table. You sat down and stared at the mess before you, unsure how to behave. It didn’t exactly look as if it was set for a tea party (or set at all, for that matter). You felt out of place and it didn’t help that your clothes were still wet. It had almost slipped your mind, but now that you were sitting you felt the damp fabric sticking to your skin again, leaving you with an itchy feeling.

“Tea?” Changgu, who’d taken the seat across from you interrupted your thoughts. He pushed a cup he’d poured in your direction. The other porcelain on the table got shoved out of the way on his quest but he didn’t seem to mind, not even when one of the higher stacks started to sway dangerously.

Unable to watch what was clearly going to end in disaster, you quickly took the cup with a “Thank you” and promptly received a bright smile in return.

Before you could take a sip of the steaming liquid though, Shinwon held out a plate with muffins to you, each one decorated with a small candle.

“Dessert? We also have cake,” he pointed at a ring cake somewhere in the mess. “And biscuits.”

“Then, a biscuit, perhaps?” You agreed reluctantly.

“A biscuit, Hare, quick, a biscuit for the biscuit!”

Changgu nodded eagerly, holding out another plate to you, and you took one of the cookies from it.

But you didn’t get to try that either, because all of a sudden the door was pushed open with so much force, it made you flinch and drop the cookie into your tea cup.

“Ah, not in the middle of tea time,” Shinwon complained, clearly annoyed but not surprised. “What does the Queen want now, Paul?”

For a moment you weren’t sure who he was talking to, but then you spotted the frog that was standing upright in the doorway, dressed in an outfit that resembled a Victorian newspaper boy.

“An invitation,” he croaked, taking a big leap right onto the table, porcelain clinking at the sudden impact. He fished out a piece of paper and handed it to Changgu who took it from his green fingers.

“We got it. Now, shoo, we’re having tea.” Shinwon gestured for the frog to leave with a wave of his hand. “Unless you fancy to join us for a cup?”

“Not particularly,” the frog replied, hopping off the table and disappearing to where he’d come from. 

Changgu passed the paper onto Shinwon who took it with the tips of his fingers as if it was something disgusting. 

“What is it?” You’d managed to catch a glimpse of the writing and once again had to realize that whatever alphabet it was, you couldn’t read it.

“A party invitation,” Shinwon replied, almost spitting out the words.

"Do you not like parties?"

At your question he broke into a laughter so intense as if it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard.

“Do I not like parties?” He turned to his friend in amusement "Did you hear that, Changgu?"

“Do you not like parties?” Changgu repeated, shaking from laughter himself, his ears flopping up and down at the movement. 

You felt awkward and maybe a little upset that you once again weren't in on whatever the joke was.

“Well, do you?” You interrupted their laughter, light annoyance in your voice.

Shinwon's eyes were gleaming when he replied. “I love parties, Biscuit. I love them so much I celebrate all my unbirthdays every year.”

Changgu nodded hastily to support his point. “Every single one!”

“We’re celebrating one right this second.”

You didn't bother asking what an unbirthday was. “Then what’s so bad about this?”

Immediately, Shinwon's face turned dark again. “It's the Queen's party.”

“Then don't go.”

“Don't go, you say,” he repeated with another giggle. “No, we have to go. It's the Queen's party."

After a brief glance at a clearly broken cuckoo clock on the wall he sprung up with so much vigor, his poor chair fell over backwards and clattered to the floor. “In fact, we should go right now!” 

Then his eyes got stuck on you. 

“You're wet,” he commented as if he only just now noticed the sorry state of your clothes.

“I fell into a puddle.”

“Why would you do that?”

You frowned. “It’s not like it was on purpose.”

The side eye he exchanged with Changgu told you that he still considered it to be weird, but he let it rest. 

“Either way you can't wear that to the party. The Queen hates bad fashion.”

“Oh, I won't go to the party, I wasn’t invited.”

Another rush of laughter overcame the two of them. 

“It's the Queen's party,” Shinwon repeated yet another time. “Everyone is invited. Hare, don't we have some clothes for the child?”

“I'm not a child,” you argued but neither of them minded you.

“Maybe we have some in the dairy section.”

“Mhm-mhm,” Shinwon nodded thoughtfully and then disappeared into the shop only to show up a minute later with an odd looking suit that he handed to you. The fabric felt cold, as if it'd just come out of the refrigerator and the combination of colors and patterns seemed a little random. But it was still better than the damp clothes that were sticking to your skin uncomfortably, so you took the suit and changed into it while Shinwon and Changgu waited outside.

When you came out again, the two of them seemed to have cleaned up for the occasion as well: Shinwon had buttoned up his shirt and tamed his red hair while Changgu had added a black tie with red dots to his outfit. He hadn’t bothered to tuck it under the collar of his shirt though so it made him look more disheveled than before, but you didn’t point that out. 

Shinwon eyed you intently, his brows furrowed as he took in every inch of you. Then he broke into a happy smile. “Oh, it suits you! Isn’t that right, Hare?”

“Exquisitely so!”

You weren’t sure about their assessment but their compliments still made you feel a little better in your skin.

The three of you stepped outside and you would have thought the sky would be pitch black by now, but it still had the same purplish pink colors as before. 

“So, where is this party?” You asked as you walked down the street.

“The Red Castle,” Changgu supplied an answer that made you none the smarter.

“Of course,” you mumbled. “Where else would it be?”

Even though Shinwon had been less than ecstatic to go to the Queen’s party, he didn’t dwell on the bad mood. Him and Changgu giggled and goofed around on the way, most of their jokes going past you. 

“I’d much rather go home,” you let out a small sigh, barely even noticing that you’d said it out loud.

Shinwon interrupted his laughter to turn to you. “Oh, that’s just the right mindset for attending this party. I too would much rather go home. But,” he playfully nudged your shoulder with his own, “when we all want to go home, it’s almost the same as actually going home.”

You didn’t a hundred percent get the point he was trying to make there, but his words felt comforting nevertheless. Perhaps it wasn’t his words per se, but the consoling smile on his lips and the genuine expression in his eyes.

You shook your head in amusement. “Let��s go home then.”

“Let’s go home!” he repeated with a wide grin, raising his fist into the air and making you giggle.

As you kept walking, you slowly realized though, that maybe that was quite literally where you were headed. You were only a block away from your house now, and the closer you came, the more lively it got on the streets that had still been empty a few hours ago. Approaching your home should have filled you with a sense of relief, but instead it just made you feel queasy. 

Your bad feeling about it all proved to be there for a reason. When you turned into your street, you could barely recognize what used to be so known to you. The streetlights were decorated with a weird assortment of red flowers and warning tape, and the whole area was jammed with people (though you weren’t sure if people was the right word for the diverse assembly of beings, some more human than others but none that were human through and through) and at the center of it all seemed to be the tall factory building with its brick walls and the car shop on the first floor. It looked vastly different, the entire front of the building covered by a huge mural painting depicting roses that crawled up the walls, their stems carrying sharp thorns. Still, there was no mistaking it:

“That’s—that’s my house.”

“Oh, how fortunate,” Shinwon exclaimed gleefully. “You wanted to go home!”

“No, but—,” you interrupted yourself, not even sure what to say. Maybe it’d been a little delusional to believe your home would still be your home if nothing else seemed to have remained the same.

“You didn’t want to go home after all?” Shinwon nodded understandingly. “Then this is indeed unfortunate.”

“Very unfortunate,” Changgu agreed.

“I’m just so confused. Why is nothing the same as before?”

“Maybe that’s a question for a caterpillar,” Changgu replied seriously. “They are experts on things that do not stay the same.”

Before you could inquire how you were supposed to discuss this with a caterpillar of all things, you spotted a familiar pair of snow white ears in the middle of the crowd that disappeared as suddenly as they’d shown up. 

Without thinking you chased after the white rabbit. You weren’t sure why you were still so keen on catching him. It didn’t seem very likely anymore that he knew where Humpty was. But he was the only one who had already been there when the world was still normal, so maybe he’d also know how to turn it back.

“Why are we running?” Shinwon asked behind you, sounding out of breath. You hadn’t noticed he’d come along.

“The rabbit!” You explained. “I saw the rabbit.”

“Why are we running?” Changgu shouted from behind Shinwon, following as you rushed through the crowd.

“The rabbit, they saw the rabbit,” Shinwon explained in your stead.

You almost expected to lose the rabbit in question again, but then he was suddenly standing right there, throwing a worried glance onto his wrist watch. You abruptly stopped in order not to run him over, causing Shinwon to bump into you. In your relief to have finally caught on, you didn’t pay it any mind though.

“Thank God,” you pressed out, catching your breath. 

The man with the white rabbit ears turned to you, seemingly only noticing you now.

“Oh. Oh, no,” he looked a little distressed at your presence before his eyes wandered to your company in surprise. “And the Hatter?”

“And the Hare,” Shinwon added, pointing at Changgu who’d come to a stop behind him.

“So, what do you want?” The man asked, his eyes darting to his watch once more. “I’m in a hurry.”

Shinwon chuckled. “It’s good to take a break from time to time, Hui.”

“Of course, you would say that.”

“My cat,” you interrupted before their discussion could drag on. “Did you see my cat?”

“A cat?” He sighed. “I don’t have time for Yanan’s shenanigans."

“No, no,” Shinwon chimed in. “This cat is brown.”

“I don’t have time for a brown cat either,” Hui shook his head. “In fact, I don’t even have time for this party.”

With that he took off, quickly disappearing into the crowd again.

“Wait,” you shouted after him. You still hadn’t asked him about whatever was going on with the world around you, and he was probably the only person who could know something (and also the most sane one you’d met so far, despite his constant haste and his rather cold demeanor).

“Don’t take it to heart,” Changgu reassured. “In fact, he already lingered longer than usual. Sometimes we don’t hear from him for months. And he doesn’t even spare the time to celebrate his unbirthdays.”

You sighed in resignation. “Still, I had so many questions.”

“Even if he knows the answers, I doubt he has the time to give them,” Shinwon replied comfortingly, though it didn’t feel very comforting at all. “Caterpillars on the other hand have a lot of time.”

You didn’t get why Shinwon too was bringing up caterpillars now, but the two of them had been talking nonsense from the moment you’d met them so it was a little late to start overthinking it now.

Suddenly, the sound of a fanfare cut through the noise of the crowd.

“Oh, it’s beginning,” Shinwon exclaimed, grabbing your hand and pulling you further towards the front, until you were standing in the second or third row with a direct view on what used to be your home and was now something else entirely. "From here you can take a good look so you know whom to avoid."

"The Queen?" you asked for clarification.

"That too. But the Heartlings and Knave as well."

You remembered the former from when the blue cat had mentioned it before, but the knave was new. You didn't get to ask though, because the fanfare sounded again.

A frog, just like the one that had brought the invitation, was standing on a stack of tires in front of the garage door, a scroll in his hands that he unrolled solemnly. He cleared his throat twice before finally addressing the crowd.

“Your Majesty, the Queen of Hearts,” he announced, his voice way louder than you would have expected from a frog of his size.

The crowd cheered more or less enthusiastically and he hopped from the stack of tires. A pack of ferrets came to the scene, quickly pushing the tires to the side. The last one had barely scurried away, when the roller shutter of the garage started to open, slowly disclosing the shop beyond. For a while, all you got to see was the car that was parked right in the center. You recognized the vintage car immediately with its beige finish and the M shaped hood ornament. As the shutter had almost rolled all the way up, it finally revealed a person sitting on top of the car, in just the same spot that Humpty had taken a nap in earlier today. (At least you thought it was still today—with the sky not changing color at all, you were a little confused about the passage of time.)

To your surprise though, it wasn’t a Queen at all. Instead it was a guy with choppy blonde hair wearing a velvet tracksuit. His gaze was fierce and there was something captivating albeit intimidating about his aura. Still—

“Where’s the Queen?”

Instantly, the whole crowd fell silent.

The man in the velvet suit cocked his head, his eyes narrowing in on the guests. “Who asked that?”

Everyone around you took a step away, trying to gain some distance from you. Solely Shinwon and Changgu stuck to your side, but even they seemed a little uneasy. From your peripheral vision you spotted a man with wavy hair next to the garage door straightening out his posture. You hadn’t noticed him before, but he must have been there all along. He pushed back the fabric of his jacket a bit to reveal the grip of a gun that was tucked into the waistband of his pants. You didn’t understand what was happening, but you were smart enough to realize it wasn’t anything good. Your stomach was filled with dread and you instinctively reached out to Shinwon, your fingers clasping onto the hem of his shirt.

“Uh, oh, Biscuit,” he whispered close to your ear. “You’ve really done it now.”

“I said,” the man in the velvet suit started again, this time with more emphasis, as he leaped off the car roof in one smooth movement. “Who. Asked. That?” 

The crowd seemed to budge even further away from you, leaving you easily exposed to the man who approached with striding steps.

“You?” His gaze landed on you, making you feel small and helpless. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

He took another step closer, close enough for you to spot the beauty marks on his face, close enough to notice the glow of his skin. “Tell me your name, dear.”

“Y/n,” you pressed out, your voice barely hearable.

“Y/n,” he repeated with a hum, almost as if he was tasting the sound of it on his tongue. “So, y/n, what were you thinking? What made you believe that I’m not worthy of being the Queen?”

The thoughts started circling in your mind. It was clearly a trick question; no matter what reply you presented him with, it would be wrong.

Thankfully though, you didn’t have to give one at all. Before you could even think of saying anything, you felt Shinwon leaning in close to your ear again. 

“I’ve got this,” he whispered, stepping in front of you with confidence.

Anxiously, you glanced over to Changgu, who gently took your hand in his, mouthing a reassuring Don’t worry. 

“Your Distinctiveness,” Shinwon greeted overly friendly, taking an exaggerated bow.

“Hatter,” the Queen replied, his face contorted in disgust.

“You see, my dear friend is new here,” he explained. “And to make matters worse, they have terrible vision, don’t you, Biscuit?”

You felt frozen, even more so now that the Queen's attention was back on you. It wasn’t until Changgu squeezed your hand, that you hurriedly nodded.

“Very terrible vision,” Shinwon repeated, his voice sounding pitying this time. “Can’t even tell right from wrong.”

“Is that so?” 

The Queen didn’t seem convinced as he gave you another once over. You instinctively held your breath, as if that could protect you from his piercing gaze.

“Consider this a warning,” he eventually said, finally taking his eyes off you.

“And you, Hatter,” he turned to Shinwon, “educate your guests right. Wouldn’t want to lose any, hm?”

“Of course, your Noteworthiness; by no means, your Exquisiteness,” Shinwon nodded meaningfully.

“Good!” The Queen’s mood suddenly shifted. He clapped his hands and a grin spread on his lips. “Now, let’s celebrate, shall we?”

He strode back to the car, using stacked up tires to take a seat on the roof again like a Queen on her throne.

You let out the breath you’d been holding, relieved that you’d evaded whatever storm would have awaited you if Shinwon hadn’t been there. You gently tugged on his sleeve to get his attention. 

“Thank you. You really saved me there.”

“Oh, yes, Biscuit, that would not have ended well,” he replied with a giggle before his expression grew more serious. “But I have your back.”

You weren’t sure why he’d helped you, after all he barely knew you at all. But you didn't dwell on it for too long. Of everyone you’d met today, if you had to choose just one person to trust, it would surely be him. In all his madness and with all his nonsense, you decided to trust him. 

The party proceeded, though it hardly resembled your understanding of the term. There was music, sure, but the mood felt strained. The Queen however didn’t seem to notice or perhaps he simply didn’t care.

“It’s a party,” he drawled. “So, entertain me.”

“Of course, your Highness,” the frog from before hurried to assure. “The dancers, get the dancers!”

A group of dancers stepped forward, wiry figures with white wings on their backs just like those of a swan. Music started to play and they moved to the melody. It was a beautiful choreography but you couldn’t help but notice the way their arms seemed to tremble with nerves. And you weren’t the only one.

“What a pity for them,” Shinwon whispered next to you. 

“A tragedy, even,” Changgu agreed.

“He won’t like that.”

“He’ll despise it.”

You looked between the two of them, before your gaze wandered back to the Queen. He looked onto the spectacle with contempt.

“Boring. Show something else.”

Immediately the music got interrupted and a different song played, the dancers changing position and starting anew. The Queen watched for a moment, his lips pursed thoughtfully.

“If only I could make this more fun,” he complained with a big sigh but then his eyes widened as if he’d had a brilliant idea. “Ah! I know! Jack! Get me some firecrackers!”

The frog nodded, relaying the task onto the ferrets who disappeared and showed up seconds later with a red box. The Queen clapped joyfully before he took the box and fished a lighter out of his pocket. 

“What is he doing?” You asked Shinwon, your voice barely a whisper.

“Playing a game, it seems. He loves games.”

An uneasy feeling took root in your stomach. “What kind of game?”

“Dodge.”

The game was exactly what it sounded like. While the performance continued, the Queen lit up the firecrackers and threw them at the dancers’ feet, watching in delight as they tried to evade the small explosions.

You felt sick to your stomach and for the first time since you’d fallen into the sewer you truly wished to wake up from what clearly had to be a nightmare. With shaky fingers, you pinched the skin of your inner arm, hard enough to make tears spring to your eyes. But nothing happened. You didn’t wake up and this wasn’t a dream. The dancers were still hopping from one foot to the other, the Queen’s manic laughter drowning out the music they were dancing to. And you just stood there, frozen in place, averting your gaze instead of stepping in.

“That’s insane. How can he be so cruel?”

“He’s the Queen of Hearts, what did you expect?” Shinwon scoffed. “Of course, it was different when—no, I shouldn’t say. Not here.”

The rest of the party continued in the same vein. The Queen had a very different idea of how to stay entertained, it seemed. His games hardly qualified as games at all. If anything they were torture, for those who had to watch and even more so for those who had to play. But he was sitting on his makeshift throne enjoying the show.

“Oh, what a delight!” The Queen eventually addressed the crowd. “I had feared for this party to become a disaster. After all, it was off to a miserable start, isn’t that true?”

Maybe it was just your imagination, but you felt as if his eyes were looking right at you, giving you a warning glare as if to say I remember you. Don’t mess up again.

Panic rushed through your body and you were shaking like a leaf as you tried to withstand his gaze. When he looked away at last, announcing it was time for the grand finale, you felt all strength leaving your body and your knees would have given in if Shinwon hadn’t immediately reached out to steady you. Even when you’d found your balance again, he stayed closely behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders.

“Are you okay, Biscuit?”

You didn’t even bother pretending and shook your head. 

“When is this over? When is it finally over?”

“Soon. We only have to make it through the fireworks now. You can hold out, right?”

You nodded weakly and watched with something akin to relief as the ferrets set up fireworks that for once seemed to really be just that—fireworks.

“No one’s going to get hurt, right?” you asked, to be sure.

Shinwon gave your shoulders a reassuring squeeze. “No one’s going to get hurt.”

And his words proved true. The ferrets lit the fuse and you watched with tired eyes as the flame crawled over the bloodstained floor until it reached the fireworks. They shot up with a bang and exploded into sparkling pink hearts filling the sky above you that had at last started to darken. It was a beautiful spectacle and for a brief moment you could almost trick yourself into thinking that it’d been a regular party after all. Almost. While everyone’s eyes were glued to the sparkling sky, your own fell to the Queen again. He was watching the fireworks too, in awe of its beauty, while the traces of his cruel games were scattered all around him. It seemed he was the only winner today.

After a moment he lowered his head to look at you. It was a slow, deliberate shift as if he’d been aware of your gaze all along. His eyes briefly flicked over his surroundings before they landed on you again, a small smile on his lips. Despite the distance you knew exactly what he was mouthing at you.

Beautiful, isn’t it?

When it was finally over you couldn’t even manage to be relieved. You’d seen too much and you despised yourself for watching all of it in silence.

“Why is everyone just accepting this?” You asked, once the crowd had dissipated and you’d gained some distance to the Red Castle.

“Because there’s nothing else we can do,” Shinwon explained matter-of-factly. “Not yet.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that it’s not time yet.”

“Not yet,” Changgu echoed. “But soon.”

It wasn’t a very satisfactory reply, but who were you to talk? You’d only been here for a day and it wasn’t as if you’d been brave enough to say anything either. No, you’d looked away much the same as everyone else.

You sighed and followed behind them, slowly realizing that you had no idea where you were headed. It definitely wasn’t the way back to the gas station unless the streets had suddenly swapped places which wouldn’t be the craziest thing to happen that day.

When you asked, Shinwon looked at you in confusion. “To the caterpillar, of course.”

“The caterpillar?”

“You want answers and he has a lot of them. And if you’re lucky a few of them might just match your questions.”

“Is it far?”

“Oh, very much,” Shinwon nodded but then he added, “we’re almost there.”

Eventually you turned into the street with the old theater and realized that that must be where you were headed. You’d always loved it there and had many fond memories of musicals and theater pieces you’d watched there. It was a charming building with a pretty front that you remembered to be adorned with big illuminated signs announcing the shows that were currently running. Now though, it looked sad and abandoned as it laid in complete darkness at the end of the street. 

“What happened here?”

“The Queen doesn’t fancy theaters, I’m afraid. He’d rather the only shows that happen are the ones he holds in the castle. Of course it was different when—” Shinwon interrupted himself once more, but then he seemed to remember that you weren’t at the party anymore and that no one was around to hear. Still, he whispered when he continued, just to be safe. “It was different when Hongseok was still king.”

“Very different,” Changgu agreed. “Hongseok loved the theater.”

“He also loved cookies,” Shinwon added.

“And fun rides.”

“And coffee.”

Changgu nodded excitedly. “He handed out free coffee on all 23rd unbirthdays.”

“He did. Every 23rd.”

“The 23rd unbirthdays are always the best,” Changgu explained.

You looked at him in confusion. “Why?”

Now Changgu was the one looking confused. “Because they are the 23rd, of course.”

“Right,” you nodded slowly even though his explanation didn’t actually explain anything. Still, even if it didn’t make much sense, what you did understand was how fondly they thought of Hongseok. You didn’t know if he’d been a capable king, but he must have been a beloved one.

“Why isn’t he ruling anymore?”

Shinwon laughed, as if it’d been a particularly stupid question. “Because now we have the Queen, dummy. There can’t be a king and a queen.”

You wanted to argue that in fact there usually was both, but you doubted that anything would come of it.

The three of you walked towards the entrance of the dark building when Shinwon suddenly stopped in his tracks and swiveled around to Changgu.

“Do you have cash on you?”

“No, no,” Changgu shook his head, turning his pockets inside out as if to prove his point. A single button fell out and clattered to the floor.

“Oh, no. I am afraid they don't take credit card.” Shinwon sighed with a wistful glance at the dark and empty ticket booth before turning to you. “You don’t happen to have any?”

Your gaze wandered between him and the abandoned theater. “What do you need cash for?”

“To buy a ticket, dummy,” he said with a giggle. “Hare, she doesn’t know you need a ticket to go to a theater.”

“You can’t just go in without a ticket,” Changgu nodded.

"No, I—agh, nevermind."

“You’re so funny, Biscuit.”

You didn’t consider yourself a particularly humorous person, but as long as it made them laugh you supposed it was fine. Still, you didn’t get why you would have to pay to go into an abandoned building where there clearly were no shows running. You checked your pockets anyway, but you had nothing except for an old bubble gum wrapper.

“Hm,” Shinwon looked thoughtful. “Well, I guess it will have to do.”

He took the wrapper from your hand, picked up the button from the street and fished a safety pin out of his own pocket. The random assortment of things was then shoved through the hatch of the ticket booth that was meant for paying. Meanwhile Changgu opened the entrance door to the right of the booth which was barely hanging in its hinges. 

“After you,” he said with a grin and an exaggerated bow.

“Very kind,” Shinwon replied with a nod and a tip of an invisible hat as he stepped past him into the dark lobby of the theater. You followed suit, giving Changgu a quick thanks.

Somehow the building made you feel weary. It was distressing how it looked as if it’d been abandoned from one second to another. There were coats hanging in the cloakroom and a half eaten bucket of popcorn was laying tipped over on the floor, popcorn scattered around it. The whole atmosphere gave you chills.

Shinwon and Changgu didn’t seem to have any such concerns though. The Hatter went straight for the snack counter, starting to rummage through the fridge that was clearly turned off.

“Coke anyone? Or a limo?” He asked, holding up glass bottles, that almost looked like the popular brands you knew, if it wasn’t for the unfamiliar writing.

He didn’t wait for a reply, already setting them onto the counter.

“Do you think we should bring something for Jinho too? You think he'd want a coke? Or something else?”

“Maybe something else.”

Shinwon nodded thoughtfully. “A water? But that's for boring people.”

“Maybe a water,” Changgu agreed anyway.

“Jinho? Are we—are we still talking about a worm here?”

Shinwon bursted into laughter. “A worm! Oh, he would hate that!”

“Wasn’t it a worm?”

He snorted before turning to Changgu. “A worm, Hare! A worm!” He repeated between chuckles, nudging his friend in the side who’d long joined his laughter.

“We shouldn’t ever tell him that.”

“We shouldn’t. He would hate it so much.”

“He would,” Changgu shook himself in delight. “Maybe we should tell him.”

“We should!”

“So, it wasn’t a worm?”

“A caterpillar, Biscuit. He is a caterpillar.”

Jinho was sitting on one of the balconies, watching the empty stage. His head was propped up on one of his hands as he leaned over the balustrade, sipping on a small pouch of red ginseng extract. The dim light in the auditorium gave his dark gray hair a blueish, almost iridescent shimmer that made you want to question if it was real. Still, he was most certainly not a caterpillar.

“A lovely theater, isn’t it?” He mumbled without looking up and you weren’t quite sure who he was talking to.

“Very lovely,” Shinwon was quick to agree but he didn’t sound serious.

“You should have seen it in its heydays,” Jinho continued, turning his head to look at you. “It was truly marvelous.”

He spoke slowly, as if his every word was well considered and it made you nervous. 

You swallowed around the lump in your throat before you replied. “I’m sure it was.”

“Mhm,” he hummed approvingly, then he turned back to the stage. “I’ve been expecting you. You’re late.”

“Oh!” Shinwon chimed in. “Really? I was thinking we should have left a little earlier.”

“Not you, Hatter,” Jinho drawled in response. “Alice.”

“Alice? Which Alice?” Shinwon looked confused. 

Jinho nodded in your direction. “That Alice.”

“I’m not Alice. My name is—”

“Y/n,” he interrupted you with an exasperated sigh. “I know. But you’re also Alice. One does not preclude the other, you foolish rat.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You couldn’t quite choose between feeling distraught by the fact that he knew your name or offended by his tone, so you settled for both.

“It means exactly what I said. You’re Alice.”

While you still didn’t get what he was trying to say, Shinwon and Changgu looked absolutely flabbergasted, their eyes flicking back and forth between you and Jinho.

“Our Biscuit… is Alice?”

“The Alice?”

“How many times do I need to say it?” Jinho shook his head. “Y/n is the new Alice. That’s how it’s written in the script.”

“It’s written in the script,” Shinwon repeated in disbelief.

Changgu nodded. “Y/n is Alice.”

“Would anyone please explain to me what’s going on? How can I be Alice if I’m me?”

“Because the script says you are.” Jinho squeezed out the last bits of ginseng extract, before shoving the empty package back into the box that was sitting on the seat next to him. “The script is never wrong.”

“What script?”

“The one,” Shinwon explained unhelpfully.

“The only,” Changgu added.

Jinho took out a new pouch of ginseng, his whole focus on the packaging as he slowly and carefully ripped it open. Your eyes automatically followed the movement. 

“I can show you. If you wish to see,” he offered without looking up.

“I—I don’t know. I don’t know what any of this means so I don’t know if I want to see it or not.” You instinctively turned to Shinwon for help, searching his eyes for advice. “Do I?”

He didn’t immediately reply and when he did his voice was unusually calm and collected. “I think you should.”

“Okay,” you nodded slowly before turning to Jinho again. “I want to see.”

He didn’t seem to be in a hurry, calmly emptying the rest of his ginseng extract before getting up from the velvet seat. 

“Let’s go to the prop room then.”

“Oh, the prop room!” Changgu looked excited, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “I haven’t gone there since our last show. It’s been a while!”

Jinho led the way out of the auditorium to narrow stairs at the far back of the hallway. A chain with a handwritten sign was supposed to keep visitors out, but Jinho nonchalantly pulled it to the side.

“Careful,” he warned before going downstairs and not without reason. Fabrics, props and costumes were scattered all over the steps and the handrail, making it feel like an obstacle course. While you slowly followed Jinho, carefully not to trip on anything, Shinwon and Changgu seemed almost delighted, hopping down the steps as if it was a funny game. Though, after seeing the gas station’s backroom it wasn’t as surprising that they weren’t bothered by the mess, you supposed.

Once you’d reached the bottom of the stairs, Jinho pulled a small key out of his pocket and unlocked the wooden door to reveal a room, cramped with more odds and ends. 

Changgu went right in, purposefully taking a handkerchief from one of the zillion shelves. 

“Was wondering where I’d kept that,” he commented happily before stuffing it into his pocket.

Jinho pushed past him with a sigh. “We haven’t taken out the script in a while, and this is how you act? Some adequacy, if you please.”

“Don’t be such a killjoy, Worm.”

Jinho’s head snapped around to Shinwon, giving him a death glare. “Worm?”

Shinwon just shrugged lightheartedly. “Right, Caterpillar. My bad.”

“These kids,” Jinho shook his head before turning his attention back to you. “Let’s take a look, shall we?”

He took your hand and pulled you along to the far back of the room, where a wooden chest was covered with a bunch of colorful fabrics. Jinho shoved them aside to reveal the little metal lock that he opened with another key from his pocket, before pushing up the lid of the chest. It was empty except for a stitched booklet that looked like a regular manuscript for a musical or a theater piece. Jinho took it out and thumbed through the pages until he abruptly stopped, his finger pointing to one of the lines.

“We’re here.”

You stared at the scripture written in the same unfamiliar letters as everything else in this world.

“I can’t read that.”

“Ah, right.” 

Jinho closed the booklet briefly before opening it again, his fingers still marking the page. When you looked this time, you were surprised to find that it was written in letters you were able to read. Your eyes scanned the lines Jinho was pointing to, and you were overcome with a feeling of disbelief.

Caterpillar: We’re here. Alice: I can’t read that. Caterpillar: Ah, right.

Below that, the sentences seemed to be incomplete, only bits and pieces that were scattered on the paper.

“How is that possible?” you asked and right as you spoke the words started appearing in the script.

“It’s the script,” Jinho explained calmly. “That’s what it does. It documents and it predicts. It assigns roles and it decides the plot.”

“That’s right,” Shinwon nodded meaningfully but your eyes were still glued to the page, watching as everything they said formed on the paper.

“And as you can see, y/n, your role is Alice,” Jinho continued. “At least for now.”

“For now? What does that mean?”

“Well, you’re the replacement,” Changgu stared into the distance with a nostalgic shimmer in his eyes. “The old Alice is no more.”

“Did they…die?”

“Died? No, no, he is fine.” Shinwon pressed out between laughter so hard, he had to hold his stomach. “He would whine so much about this. I can practically hear his voice: ‘Don’t say something like that! Don’t jinx me!’ So funny.”

“Wooseok fulfilled his role,” Jinho explained calmly. “So now he is only Wooseok, in the same way you were only y/n before you became Alice.”

You sighed. “I don’t remember applying for the role, though.”

Jinho rolled his eyes. “Very funny.”

“So, what does it mean? Is me being Alice the reason that I’m stuck in this weird parallel universe?”

“What’s a parallel universe?” Changgu whispered, nudging Shinwon in the side.

“Surely the opposite of an unparallel iverse,” Shinwon whispered back.

“Ah.”

Jinho didn’t pay them any attention. “Not exactly. You’re stuck in this weird parallel universe—”

“That’s the opposite of an unparallel iverse,” Changgu interjected.

“—because you followed the rabbit through the Looking Glass. He was supposed to directly bring you here—but well, there’ve been some circumstances.”

“I didn’t follow anyone through a looking glass though.”

“Mhm, not purposely,” Jinho hummed. “You fell right in.”

“The sewer?”

Jinho scrunched his face in disgust. “Not the sewer. The reflection. The mirror image on the water surface.”

“So if I fell in—can I fall out again?”

“Oh, it doesn’t work like that, foolish Alice.”

“Foolish Biscuit,” Shinwon echoed, but his voice had a fond undertone to it.

“You have to fulfill your role first. Then you can go back.”

You nodded slowly. That at least meant there was a way back. “So, what do I have to do?”

“Right, that’s the tricky part, dear Alice. The script never reveals the full plot until it happens.”

“Are you saying I have to fulfill my part without even knowing what that is?!”

Jinho shook his head and skipped to a later page in the script. “We do know some things.”

The page was almost blank, only scraps of a conversation readable.

Queen of Hearts: Alice?!           You betrayed me Queen of Hearts:      What have you done to me?     hurt so much Queen of Hearts:   I'm dying

You stared at the words, an uncomfortable feeling spreading in your stomach. You had an inkling but you still asked anyway.

“What does this mean?”

“You will kill him,” Shinwon whispered. “You will end his reign.”

“No.” You shook your head. “I can’t—I can’t possibly kill anyone. Can’t someone else do it?”

Jinho shook his head. “It has to be you. He won’t die if it isn’t you.”

“But—how would I do it anyway?”

“I'm sure there are plenty of options. The King would know. Poison, maybe.”

Poison. You shuddered at the mere prospect of it; the body cramping up and lips turning purple—a gruesome thought.

“I can’t.”

“You’ve seen his cruelty. He doesn’t deserve any better,” Jinho said calmly. “And it will happen anyway. The plot may not be all written out yet, but that which is written will happen with certainty. Unless, of course, you die before that. Then a different Alice would have to take your place.”

“Unless I die?”

He shrugged. “If you’re careful that shouldn’t happen. So don’t worry about it too much, just follow along.”

Your head was spinning with all of this. Of course you wanted to go home, but could you really kill someone? But what if it was the only chance to go back? And if what Jinho said was true then was there even a use to think about what you wanted? It would happen, whether you resisted it or not. The only way out was dying, so there wasn’t even a decision for you to make, not really.

“Okay, fine,” you pressed out eventually. “I’ll fulfill my role. I’ll be Alice.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of Jinho’s lips. “I knew you would say that.”

“But how would I even get close enough to do it?” You asked Jinho while he locked the booklet in the chest again. “Does the script say anything about that too?”

“Not too much,” he admitted. “But I am convinced a chance will present itself. The Queen has his eyes on you.”

His words had you incredibly worried. You’d seen his cruel games and you’d felt his piercing gaze on you—just the prospect of having to be in his presence again terrified you. 

No, the Queen didn’t seem like the type of person you’d want to have the attention of. You would much rather be invisible than to be seen by him. Yanan surely wouldn’t be afraid of him; he could just turn invisible if things got dicey. You still remembered the cat’s cheeky smile before he’d disappeared on you. In fact, it was ingrained so clearly in your brain, you almost thought you saw it in the corner of the room. But when you blinked nothing was there.

You shook yourself out of it, focusing back on the problem at hand.

“But he doesn’t know, right? That I’m Alice?”

“No one knows,” Jinho reassured. “Only a selected few. The Rabbit. And the people in this room. Though,” he threw a quick glance at Changgu who was playing around with some props on a shelf, “who knows how long the Hare will remember. He tends to be a bit scatter-brained.”

“So, what now?” You asked once the three of you were outside the theater building again.

“Hm, I guess we need to go see Hongseok. I’m sure he’ll have some poison for you,” Shinwon replied and you almost flinched at his words. How could he say it so casually, as if it wasn’t a big deal? As if you weren’t supposed to kill someone with it?

“Off to the White Castle we go,” Changgu agreed. “The King is the best address for anyone seeking leach or lotion or poison or potions.”

“Hare! You can’t call him that. Not here.” Shinwon reprimanded him, his eyes searching the streets around you cautiously.

“Right, right. The Un-King, the Used-To-Be-King, the No-More-King,” Changgu corrected. “Either way, chemistry has always been Hongseok’s strong suit.”

You weren’t sure if brewing lethal poison was really part of regular chemistry, but you’d been curious about Hongseok anyway after everything they’d said and it wasn’t like you had a better idea.

“Wooseok will be there too,” Shinwon looked at you with a small smile. “Maybe you’d feel better after talking to him.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

You walked through the city for a bit. It was deserted again, no traces of all the people who’d still been out a while ago to attend the Queen’s so-called party. As if the sky had decided to match your mood, it had turned all black by now, lit up only by the crescent moon that was hidden behind thin clouds. Time seemed to be a little off here, and you thought you could understand the Rabbit a bit. Who wouldn’t be in a constant hurry if time passed almost randomly?

“Where’s everyone?” You eventually asked when you turned into yet another street that was completely void of people.

“It’s after the curfew,” Shinwon explained.

“Yes, the curfew,” Changgu was quick to nod. “Once the sky turned fully black, it's for the best to hurry back.”

“If the sun has fully set, it is time to go to bed,” Shinwon added.

“If the sky is in the moon, the knave of hearts will get you soon.”

“But Hare, that’s not how it goes. The moon is in the sky.”

“Hm, hm, right, that’s not how it goes,” Changgu repeated thoughtfully before his eyes widened with an epiphany. “Ah! If the moon is in the sky, fear the red Knave’s dreadful eye. For if he spots you in the street, a dire fate is what you’ll meet.”

He looked at you with a proud smile after he was done reciting his little poem, but you couldn’t really share his enthusiasm.

“So, we’re not supposed to be outside right now?”

“You’re so smart, Biscuit!”

“Then shouldn’t we go inside? And who’s the Knave anyway?” you asked, the term feeling a little familiar.

“Of Hearts,” Shinwon replied. “The Knave, that is.”

“The Knave of Hearts?”

“Yes, that’s right. He’s the Queen’s right-hand man.”

“You might have seen him at the party,” Changgu chimed in. “He has a scary look. And his birthday is in January.”

“Why does that matter?” You asked in confusion.

“Oh, it doesn’t. But it means he has an unbirthday today and instead of celebrating he’s surely out on patrol.”

“You must know me very well,” a deep voice suddenly sounded from behind you, making Changgu’s ears perk up in interest.

A man stepped out of the darkness of a house entrance, and the moment the dim light of the street lantern fell onto him, you recognized him as the guy with the wavy hair from the party. You remembered him well—mostly because of the gun that was surely tucked into the waistband of his pants even now.

“If it isn’t the Knave of Hearts himself,” Shinwon exclaimed with a delighted tone. “It’s been so long, Yuto, the last time must have been when—right, you probably wouldn’t want to talk about that. It was a dark day for your Queen after all.”

“Hatter,” Yuto replied with a straight face, his tone void of any emotion. “Always a pleasure.”

Then his eyes fell onto you.

“I see you still have your visitor with you. I would say their little scene today wasn’t a source of amusement for the Queen, but that would be a lie. In fact, Hyunggu was very amused.”

His words made a cold shiver run down your spine and you automatically took a small step back. 

“Oh, yes, our Biscuit is a very humorous person,” Shinwon replied, his voice still light but he held out his arm in front of you protectively.

Yuto huffed a laugh before glancing at the dark sky. “Still, violating the rules isn’t a funny matter. Why aren’t you in your cozy little hideout yet, Hatter?”

“We’re on our way!” Shinwon said.

Changgu nodded over-enthusiastically. “Yes, yes, on our way. Almost home!”

“Better hurry then. I won’t be as kind next time.” With that, Yuto turned around to go his way, leaving you with an anxious feeling in your stomach.

Shinwon let out a small sigh as soon as he was out of sight. “That was a close call. Now, let’s hurry, let’s hurry. I wouldn’t want to run into him twice. Not a very funny fellow.”

Shinwon and Changgu didn’t seem particularly shaken by the encounter. After a few steps they were back to their giddy selves. You on the other hand couldn’t stop yourself from checking each dark corner for a person hiding in the shadows.

When you spotted the ferris wheel towering above the surrounding buildings you started to suspect where you were headed: the amusement park. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been there, but just like the theater it was a place with fond memories to you. 

Once you reached the entrance, Wonderland written on the archway in weathered letters, you had to find that there was none of the usual hustle and bustle. The park laid before you abandoned and still, solely the lights of the castle in the middle of the artificial lake flickered weakly in the distance. What used to be a vibrant, lively place looked washed out now, the fun rides and booths overgrown with patches of moss and their colors bleached out by the sun.

“Aaaand we made it,” Shinwon said as soon as he stepped through the entrance. 

“But we’re still outside?”

“Outside but not really. The curfew isn’t in force here.”

You looked around in confusion. You didn’t really see a reason why anything would be different on the grounds of the amusement park. “Why not?”

“Because the White King’s protective spell takes effect here. It keeps heartlings from entering. Even the Queen can’t enter,” Shinwon explained.

“The Queen isn’t as powerful as he’d like to make everyone believe,” Changgu added with a nod, as he headed straight for the shabby pedal boats in the shape of swans that were floating on the calm surface of the lake. 

He pulled one a little closer to the pier, gesturing for you to get in. When you set foot onto the boat it started to wobble dangerously and Changgu held out his hand to steady you, not letting go until you were safely sitting on the bench in the back. Shinwon got on next, taking one of the two front seats and Changgu hopped on last, after untying the rope from the metal loop on the pier. The two of them set to work, pedaling the little boat towards the small castle. As a child you had always dreamed of going there, but it hadn’t been open to the public, the pretty front just a means of decoration. Now though, there was no fence separating the little island from unwanted visitors, and the two of them easily steered the boat onto the narrow shore.

Changgu got off first, tying the rope around one of the two flagpoles that were positioned left and right of the castle. You remembered them to fly flags with the logo of the amusement park but now they were white, depicting a silver pentagon with a snowflake in the middle. The emblem of the White King, you supposed. The three of you walked the cobblestone path up to the entrance of the castle. Now that you were standing directly in front of it, it seemed way bigger than the decorative fake in your memory. It probably was bigger. 

Shinwon didn’t bother knocking on the double wing door before pushing it open and stepping inside. The lobby was all white, from the marble floor to the chandelier and it almost felt blinding.

“Hello?” Shinwon yelled into the building with the same tone you’d had at the gas station earlier today and you wondered if it was on purpose. “Hellooo?”

“Eh?” A honey blond head of hair appeared on the second floor, leaning over the handrail. “Shinwon? Changgu?”

Changgu raised his hand in a tiny wave, a dorky smile on his lips. “Hi.”

“What are you doing here?” The guy asked as he walked towards the stairs and made his way down. “And who’s your friend?”

“Y/n,” you introduced yourself before anyone could beat you to it and say Alice or Biscuit.

The guy came to a halt in front of you and only now you realized how incredibly tall he was. There was nothing intimidating about him though as he looked at you through big doe eyes. His hair was combed back in neat waves and he was wearing a sweater vest that was loose even on his lanky frame.

“Wooseok,” he introduced himself and held out his hand in a greeting. In comparison to everyone else he seemed surprisingly normal.

“So, what are you doing here?”

“We’re looking for Hongseok,” Shinwon explained, slipping out of his shoes and leaving them by the entrance as if he was visiting someone else’s apartment and not the prop castle of an amusement park. Changgu did the same though and you realized Wooseok was wearing slippers as well, so you too toed out of your shoes. Surprisingly enough, the marble floor didn’t feel very cold beneath your feet at all.

“He’s in the kitchen,” Wooseok nodded towards a corridor to his right.

“Alright!” 

Shinwon sauntered down the hall with the casualty of someone who’d been there a thousand times before and Changgu followed along just as naturally. You were a few steps behind them, Wooseok next to you. He kept glancing over to you curiously but didn’t say anything.

“Hongseok!” Shinwon greeted just a bit too loudly as he threw open a door to reveal a spacious kitchen.

A man with curly brown hair looked up in surprise, his hands covered in flour and a white apron tied around his waist.

“Oh, Hatter. And Hare.” He went over to the sink and rinsed his hands before his gaze fell on you. “And another guest?”

“Yes, this is—”

“Alice!” Changgu interrupted his friend, visibly excited about sharing the news.

“Alice?” Wooseok’s head snapped around to you and he stared at you with wide eyes. ��So, you’re—you’re not from here?”

You just looked back at him. You’d already been told that Wooseok was the old Alice, but it hadn’t even occurred to you that maybe he too wasn’t from this universe.

“Now, now,” Hongseok walked over to you, wiping his wet hands on his apron. “We shouldn’t corner our new Alice like that. What’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

“A pretty name,” he smiled and gently squeezed your hand. “I’m Hongseok, the White King, but you might have heard. Wooseok was our last Alice, but his part has already played out.”

“Yes, yes,” Shinwon interrupted. “Biscuit already knows all that. But what we don’t know yet is how to kill the Queen of Hearts.”

“Oh,” Hongseok’s eyes widened in surprise. “Is that your part?”

“Seems like it,” you murmured, not withholding that you weren’t exactly fond of it all.

“Mhm, so it’s that time already. It’s really coming to this.” With a swift movement of his hand he motioned for the others to leave. “Give us a moment, will you?”

They did as they were told, though Wooseok lingered a moment longer before actually stepping out and closing the door behind him. 

“Do you want to drink something? A coffee? A hot chocolate? I have cookies too.”

You were inclined to say no, but when you gave it another thought you realized you hadn’t eaten anything in quite a while and could also really use the comfort of a hot drink. Hongseok prepared a hot chocolate and a plate of cookies for you, while you sat down at the small table in the corner of the room. Once he was done he sat down across from you, his eyes calm and gentle. After how Shinwon and Changgu had talked about him, it shouldn’t have surprised you, but it still amazed you how different his whole aura was compared to the Queen of Hearts. Where the Queen had been intimidating and rash, Hongseok radiated kindness and patience.

“Here,” He mumbled after a moment, nudging the plate of cookies a bit in your direction to encourage you to try some. “They are good, I promise. I only just made them this morning.”

You hesitantly took one and started to nibble on it, only to find that Hongseok had been way too humble—it tasted amazing.

“See? They are good right?” He looked a little proud when you nodded. “So, do you want to tell me about it? About what’s written in the script?”

In all honesty, you didn’t. But it seemed like he wanted to help so you told him about everything that you’d found out at the theater. Through it all, Hongseok listened calmly.

“So now,” you concluded your story, “I have to find a way to actually do it.”

“Well,” Hongseok nodded slowly, “here’s the thing: the Queen of Hearts is not easily harmed. Not just anyone can—it has to be Alice. And even then, there’s only one weakness.” 

“Which?” 

“The heart.”

“The heart?” In a way it seemed plausible for that to be the weakness of someone called the Queen of Hearts, but at the same time it seemed a little too simple.

“Yes.”

“How do I do it then?”

“Mhm,” he got up from his chair and walked towards a glass cabinet with a zillion little bottles and jars inside.

“I know of two ways. One is this,” he held up a little test glass with a dark red liquid in it. You swallowed around the lump in your throat. 

“Poison?” 

“It's the blood of the Jabberwocky to be precise. But poison describes it just fine. Once it gets into your body it will pollute your blood and ultimately make your heart stop.”

Maybe it wouldn’t be that hard. You could just add some to his food. Still, the thought of being able to feel it invading your blood circulation made your skin crawl. “And the other way?” 

“I doubt you’ll like it.” 

“What is it?” 

Hongseok sighed before opening the drawer beneath the glass cabinet. He pulled out a silver dagger so radiant it almost looked white. He held it out to you and you hesitated before you stood up and took it with trembling fingers. It was lighter than you’d expected and ice cold to the touch. 

“If you stab him with that—but it needs to be right in the heart.”

That was definitely worse. You would never be able to actually go through with something like that.

“I couldn’t,” you pressed out, holding it out in your open palm for Hongseok to take it back. 

But he gently closed your hand around the hilt again. 

“You don’t have to use it. But keep it, just in case.” 

“There won’t be a case.” 

“All the better.”

Hongseok had invited all three of you to spend the night in the castle, so you wouldn’t have to go out during the curfew again. The room you’d gotten was fancy and as white and shiny as the rest of the castle’s interior. In the middle of it was a soft bed that smelled like vanilla and fresh snow and just waited for you to slip under the covers, but you felt restless. You paced the room, unable to tune out that there was a dagger and a little heart shaped pendant with poison laying on your nightstand. This definitely wasn’t how you’d expected your day to end. It seemed to have gone downhill from the moment you’d stepped foot to that cursed party, but when Shinwon had talked about the Caterpillar having answers, there’d been a sliver of hope flaring up inside of you. Now, there was nothing left of that.

Even though you’d gotten your answer on how to get back to your world, you didn’t feel relieved in the slightest. All you could think of was the horrifying things you’d have to go through before finally going back. And the worst part was that you didn’t seem to have a choice, not really. Even if you decided it wasn’t worth it and you’d just stay—what was written in the script would happen either way.

series masterlist // character introduction // ptg masterlist

[adachicuto]

happy birthday yanan

warning: food mentions

taking him shopping for clothing at the mall, even if neither of you would feel like going shopping but luckily for both of you, it would turn out better than you would initially think

all it would take is yanan trying on clothes and you would have a mini fashion with music and you'd probably end up getting embarrassed if someone would pass by and see you dancing outside the dressing room

then you would stop to get coffee or something and you would see a photo booth and you'd pull yanan towards it. once in the photo booth, you would both make a bunch of funny faces and for the last picture you'd go to kiss his cheek but he'd turn his head and it would be a real kiss.

the pictures would turn out so cute that you would both agree that they would need to be framed. so, you'd stop somewhere and get a little frame to put the photos in

after shopping for a good bit of the day, yanan would suggest a place for both of you to get something to eat but right at that moment, you'd get a text from jinho saying that they picked up the cake and yanan's favorite foods

so, the two of you would kind of rush home, and when you'd open the door, wooseok and hyunggu would come out of nowhere yelling happy birthday and yanan would be surprised for a minute before he'd start laughing

then you would all get some food and hyunggu would put on some music and then one song would come on and it would turn into a singing and dancing battle that would have everyone laughing

it would be so funny, especially when hui and hyunggu would go against each other and you'd look at yanan to see if he'd be enjoying himself, and the smile on his face would say it all

after that, you would all okay a game of pictionary or something and it would be just as chaotic when shinwon would complain that yanan's drawings were too good and they confused him as the reason why your team lost lol

you'd step away from the game to get more snacks or something and would find hongseok in the kitchen adding candles to yanan's birthday cake before the two of you would bring it out together

things would calm down a little when they'd all sing happy birthday but things would go back to being just as chaotic when you'd try to sneak a kiss with yanan

this would be a very special day for all of you, especially yanan. spending time with you and his second family would be something that he would always remember

[seungmoroll]

Let’s Go Home | Yanan

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: fluff, family au

Requested: yes

A/n: this request was so cute! thanks to the anon for this request, hope everyone likes it! also, it has not been proof read, so sorry for any mistakes

           Sighing, you put the remaining food in the fridge. This was the third night that Yana had missed dinner with you and your daughter because he was busy in the studio. You knew exactly what you were getting into when you started dating Yanan years ago, but you had that that it would’ve been different when Liu was born; unfortunately, it wasn’t.

           When you turn around, you are met with the sight of your daughter clutching onto her teddy bear that was a present from her father. Crouching down to her level, you ask her, “Sweetie, what are you doing out of bed?”

           “I miss daddy.” Your eyes soften at her confession, understanding what she was feeling. Gently cupping her face, you tell her, “I do too sweetheart, but you know daddy’s busy with work a lot, so sometimes he can’t come home.” A pout forms on her face, but then suddenly her expression changes and she says, “Can we go see him?” A look of uncertainty forms on your face. It was already past Liu’s bedtime, but you figured she wouldn’t be able to sleep if she didn’t get to see her father tonight.

           “Let me call Uncle Hui and see if it’s okay, okay Liu?” She begins to happily cheer, jumping up and down at the thought of seeing her dad. Grabbing your phone, you  text Hui to see if Yanan was there with him, when he responds with a no, you dial Hui’s number.

           “Hello?”

           “Hey Hui.”

           “Hey Y/n, is there something wrong? Why’d you ask about Yanan?”

           Quickly reassuring him, you tell him, “Nothing is wrong, it’s just that Yanan hasn’t been home in three days and Liu really misses him. So, I was wondering if it’d be possible for us to come by the studio.”

           “It’s totally fine Y/n. I think Yanan misses you guys too, so it’ll be good for you guys to come. Plus, I get to see my favorite munchkin.” Smiling at his response, you look at the small child who has not taken her eyes off of you since you’ve been on the phone. “Okay thanks Hui, we’ll see you in a bit, yeah? Oh, and don’t tell Yanan, we want it to be a surprise.” When she hears your response, Liu begins to happily cheer again.

           Chuckling, Hui says, “I guess someone’s excited. Anyways, I’ll see you guys later, bye Y/n.”

           “Bye Hui.” After the call with Hui, you tell Liu to get changed into warmer clothes. As she does so, you pack the made you made earlier into a bento box, knowing that Yanan hadn’t eaten yet, making sure you pack a little extra for Hui as well. When you’re finished, you see that Liu is done changing and, in her hand, she is still clutching onto her teddy bear. Realizing that you’re looking at her she says, “Mr. Teddy misses daddy too.” Your daughter causes for your heart to melt. “C’mon sweetie, let’s go see your dad.”

           When you get to the company, you make sure to text Hui that you’re there. Once he reaches the lobby, he sees you and Liu and immediately goes to hug Liu, “Ah, there’s my favorite munchkin.” Laughter sounds off as Hui picks up Liu. With Liu still in his arms, Hiu gives you a side hug, “Hey Y/n, it’s good to see you.”

           “Hey Hiu, it’s good to see you too.”

           “It’s just Yanan in the studio right now, so the two of you can head on up there.” Hui sets Liu down and pets the top of her head before she runs back to your side, grabbing your hand to hold. “Bye Uncle Hui,” she says as she pulls you towards the elevators.

           Once in the elevators, you automatically press the button to the floor where Yanan was. It made you think of the times when the two of you were still dating and the only way for you to see Yanan without being caught was going to the studio. Now here you were, this time child in hand, sneaking around just to see Yanan again.   When you get to the floor, your legs automatically take you to the studio. From outside the door, you hear a groan that definitely belonged to Yanan. Looking at your daughter, you put a finger to your lips, motioning for her to be quiet. As quiet as you can, you slowly open the door, and you are presented with a very familiar sight. Letting Liu in first, you silently close the door behind you, waiting for the right time to let your presence be known.

           “Ugh, why can’t I figure this out,” Yanan blurts out.

           “Maybe it��s because you haven’t been home for days.” The presence of a new voice causes for Yanan to quickly spin around in his chair. Shock is visible on his face, but it quickly changes into an expression of joy.

           “Daddy!” Liu runs into her father’s arms, which quickly wrap around her as he stands up to pick her up. “Princess!” He twirls her around a bit before walking up to you, Liu still in his arms, and pulls you into a sweet kiss. You hear a “yuck,” come from your child as the two of you pull away. “What’re you two doing here? It’s late.”

           “I could say the same to you, couldn’t I?” Yanan sheepishly looks away from your crossed arm figure. Sighing, you tell him, “Liu couldn’t go to sleep because she missed you.” Yanan looks at Liu and ask her, “Is that true princess?” She nods her head and pulls out her teddy bear, “Mr. Teddy missed you two.” Yanan’s eyes soften at his daughter’s words. Feeling guilty, he apologizes, “I’m sorry princess. Daddy didn’t mean to be away for so long.”

           “It’s okay now because daddy is here now.” After she finishes her sentence, a yawn escapes from her. Feeling even more guilty, Yanan apologizes once again, “I’m sorry that you couldn’t go to sleep because of me princess.” Sleepily, Liu responds, “Daddy let’s go home.” Before Yanan could say anything else, you butt in, “Yeah Yanan, it’s time to go home.” He looks at you before looking back at Liu and sighs, “I guess it’s time for me to go home.” A soft “yay” escapes from Liu before snuggling back into her father’s neck, and before she manages to completely knock out in his arms, she asks, “Can I sleep in your bedroom tonight?” Yanan looks at you before answering her, and you give him a look that says he already knows the answer to her question, “Of course you can sweetie.”

           With Liu completely knocked out in his arms, Yana goes to shut off everything, and when he turns back around, he is met with your tired eyes. Walking up to you, he plants a kiss on your forehead, “I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long.”

           “It’s okay, you know I’m used to it by now.”

           Yanan is quick to say, “It’s not okay. I promised you that when Liu was born that I’d cut back on work to spend more time with you two and obviously I failed. I’m a failure of a father and a husband.”

           Brushing away the messing hair in his face, you say to Yanan, “You are not a horrible father or husband. You’re doing the best that you can and that’s all that matters okay? Liu and I understand that sometimes you have to put your career first, and that’s fine because in the end, you’ll always come back. Even if we have to force you to.” Hearing your words of comfort makes Yanan realize how much he’s missed the two of you within the past few days, and he couldn’t be anymore grateful to have the two of you in his life. Swooping in for another kiss, he whispers to you, “I love you two.” Before you could respond, a soft mumble comes from the little girl, “I love you too.” Softly chuckling, you respond, “I love the two of you too. Now let’s get out of here and back to the comfort of our house.” Taking Yanan’s free hand, you intertwine your fingers together, slightly swinging them back and forth, bringing back the memories of the good times.

A/n: yanan would make such a great dad, don't you think? 

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[dat-town]

love burns and fades

Characters: Yanan & You

Setting : chinese myth au (my own variation of  chang’e & hou yi’s story)

Summary: “Tell me the story.. About how the Sun loved the Moon so much...” ― Hanako Ishii

Words: 1.5k

welcome home @restlessmaknae​ ♡

With trembling fingers you fix the white petal flowers in your hair. They are rather silverish coloured like everything around you. You cast one last look at your reflection in the water as if it could change anything but it's a habit. Tired, scared or hopeful eyes look back at you, you aren’t sure, maybe all of the above. But they are pale, like you always are. Always but especially on this day.

The day you wait and dread all year long has come.

Watching the lanterns being lit from above, you feel tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. You force yourself to blink them away because Yanan hates to see you sad but you carry the sorrow with you in your heart, a forever burden, a mistake you will never be able to make right. Even if he says it’s all okay, even if he smiles at you warm like liquid sunshine. You could have had it all, a short life beside each other but now it's all gone.

It’s almost time. The Sun slowly settles on the horizon and you rise, nails digging in your palm, heart thumping loudly. Sometimes you fear you would forget this day. More and more hours blend together, decades pass like they are nothing and it’s always the same routine, every single day. Sometimes you fear you forget him too, that you forget the time how it was before you were punished, banished to this faraway place.

You were supposed to stay together, forever. Yanan and you. And now you had the world between you.

You can still remember the day you met.

It was spring, the heavy scent of cherry blossoms lingering in the air around you as you wandered off in the royal gardens. You saw him first, his silver locks fascinating you just as much as his precise aim and the elegant arch of the arrow piercing through the practice target. He stood tall and proud, a soldier in all his might yet when you accidentally made some noise, he looked so startled. Such an endearing sight.

“Oh, princess,” he turned to you, stumbling to bow deeply in front of you and your title has never sounded as sweetly of any tongue as his yet it pained your heart because no matter how much you tried to prove that it wasn’t his fault, he refused to listen.

It took so many more encounters for him to look into your eyes without you having to order him to. You found his shyness adorable and you liked his gentle heart, the way he spoke so softly and the way he claimed wars were like plagues. You kept leaving your maids behind to steal some time and meet him in the gardens among the flower garden you loved so much. There, in that lovely, naive bubble of yours everything seemed so sweet and so easy, you never wished to leave to quarters.

You remember all too clearly the day he told you he loved you.

Days had been scorching, the gods were getting angry at the Emperor and he sent his soldiers to death instead of redeeming himself. You didn’t want to let Yanan go, you clung onto his robe, sobbing, begging for him not to go even though you knew he had to, he got an order. But naively you thought that maybe if you told him not to then he wouldn’t have to.

“Princess...” A sigh escaped the boy's mouth and his always warm eyes settled on you and your grip on his clothes. He put a hand over yours gently, thumb stroking the skin like an elixir to the wound of your heart. “I have to go.”

He was breaking your heart and little did you know he was breaking his own as he was watching a tear roll down your cheek.

“If I can save the kingdom, if I can save you, I would do anything,” he told you all too calmly and softly uncurled your fingers from his clothing only to lift them to his mouth, brushing those chapped lips against your jasmine-scented skin. “Princess… I know I’m too low rank to even ask for something like this from you but if you allow me… Can I love and cherish you in my next life?” 

It was a goodbye you didn’t want to hear as your heartbeat skipped and your breath hitched. It was a confession all the same but you knew he only told you because he thought he wouldn't get another chance.

“Come back. Come back to me and love me in this one,” you told him then, like an order. You made him promise before letting him go, crying in the gardens among roses and the Goddess of Heaven must have heard your prayers because instead of saddening news, hopeful ones knocked on your door too many days later.

You remember the day he came back too.

He was wearing his black soldier clothes as he walked into the palace, ragged and tired a bit, kneeling in front of the Emperor, the touch of a goddess glowing on him and you could barely sit still, listening to your father’s praises, telling Yanan that he could have anything he wanted: land, rank, wealth, anything would be a small price to pay for saving the kingdom.

It was when Yanan looked up, his brown eyes shining through the place as his gaze found yours, making your heart flutter in your chance even before he would have spoken up.

“If it’s not too arrogant of me to ask, your Majesty, I would like to ask for your youngest daughter’s hand in marriage,” he said and welcomed you in his warm embrace once your father formally agreed to his wish. In his arms, naively you thought that you had finally gotten your happy end then.

But with the light weight of the silver ring on your finger, you remember the day it all went downhill.

The Goddess of Heaven was also fond of Yanan. She liked his pure heart and she wished to reward him for his bravery and selflessness, so she offered him immortality in the form of an elixir. Yanan told you about it, showed you the folie.

“She told me that if we drink half of it each, then we get to spend our everlasting days together,” he whispered and reasoned that he didn’t want to spend an eternity without you even if it meant that he cannot become immortal. He just wished to be with you.

So the two of you agreed to drink half the elixir each during the next full moon and took turns protecting and hiding it from curious eyes because you knew it would have been a disaster if it had gotten into improper hands. The full elixir would have granted immortality and that was too dangerous for a mere human to possess. Dangerous and tainting.

No wonder someone indeed came to get it.

You were naive, you made a mistake. You couldn’t tell apart people’s greed from their care. You should have known better than to open the door to visitors, even if you knew them. You remember the blood, spilling on the floor. You remember the irony taste on your bitten lips. You remember Yanan’s tear-soaked face as he held you in his arms and you remember the sweet taste of the elixir on your tongue when he made you drink it, knowing that it could save you.

But becoming immortal has its price: every god and goddess belongs to the skies. You couldn’t have stayed on Earth anymore. So you stayed on the closest spot: its moon.

And while your immortality chained you to the Moon, your angered father banished Yanan to the Sun to never be able to be together with you. But once a year, when the lanterns got lit on the Earth, the Goddess of Heaven let you reunite for a day. For as long as it is.

“Don’t cry.”

You hear his gentle voice call for you before you see him. Turning to him, you smile right away, even the silver greyness of the Moon disappearing next to his warm shine.

“I have missed you,” you admit easily and nuzzle into his embrace, the one you missed for a whole year. You don’t want to miss any moment and Yanan makes up for it, his love radiating through as he caresses your back gently.

“I promised you,” he whispers, pulling away so he could look you in the eyes. “I would always come back to you.”

His oath lingers in the air, digging itself deep into your heart, echoing with each of its beat.

Yanan’s kiss tastes sweet like mooncakes.

Like home.

[ppaltagon]

Yanan + jealousy? 🥺🥺🥺

Yanan was glaring. In fact, he had been glaring for the a half an hour. Just how much time do you need to discuss that project with your study partner. Couldn’t you just excuse yourself somehow? Your boyfriend was waiting. Not to mention the gaze in that person was not too reassuring, they were surely intending to make moves on you. You didn’t even notice it, though, you were too focused on the project’s details.

“Sorry, it took us a bit longer than expected,” your voice put out the burning fire of jealousy in his heart.

“I’ve been waiting for ages,” he grumbled with something similar to a pout on his lips. You smiled, biting back a chuckle at his sulking. 

Taking his hand, you rubbed your thumb against the back of his hand to soothe him, saying, “Then should we go to the cafe now? I’ll buy you their new cake as thanks for waiting for me.”

You watched in satisfaction as his eyes lit up and you stood up to leave, easily following you along.

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