#yeo changgu imagines

[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

[slowlydiving]

let's hold out hope that this is all some grave misunderstanding!1!!11!! but also it already seems official lololol 🙃🙃🙃

[cyncialwoo]

[4:58 pm] Time-stamp/ drabble

-pairing: changgu x gn!reader

-genre: fluff

-words: 494

-warnings: none

-a/n: This is something new and not out of my drafts!! I am still working on something new that's at 3k words, but I haven't gotten to the climax of the story yet, so stay tuned!!

>>Masterlist

You were waiting at a cafe, staring down into your coffee cup. You kept putting off drinking your coffee. You didn’t want to leave the cafe yet, not when you hadn’t accomplished what you came here for. You looked around the cafe for him again, and he was nowhere in sight, again. It felt like you had been waiting all day. 

He promised you he would be there, and yet again your coffee was growing cold with each minute. Your mind wandered to teh days where he was earlier than you, already ordering for you. When the two of you would play games on napkins, and would spend hours together. The way his eyes would glow as he spilled details of the things he loved, and how he listened to you when you would talk with him. 

You looked out the window, it was still snowing. The snow covered the ground and only kept piling more and more. You had enough, that’s what you would tell him when he would arrive. If he would arrive. You ran your finger around the rim of your coffe cup, your face inbetween your hands. You watched the people in the cafe, the people in line for a quick drink, the people sitting down, weather they were alone or with other people. 

You met the eyes of one of the guys in line. He was far back in it, and he gave you a soft smile. You smiled back, feeling a sense of warmth on this cold day. You continued to watch him from the corner of your eye as he looked around before making his way to you. He slid into the seat next to yours. 

“All alone?” He asked you, while getting settled in his seat. 

“You’re alone too.” You retorted to his rhetorical question. “What brings you here?”

“Coffee, you?” He looked down at your full coffee cup that hasn’t been touched since the waiter gave it to you. 

“I wish I could say the same thing, but it looks like I’ve been stood up.” You looked out the window again, the sky looked a bit darker than before. 

“I could make up for that absence.” the stranger said causing you too look back at him. 

“You don’t even know my name, but you want to butt in on my date?” You smiled at him. 

“Only if you let me. And my name is Yeo Changgu” He said. You thought about it for a bit and nodded at him. It didn’t seem too bad and it didn’t seem like your boyfriend would ever show up.

So you spent what felt like hours talking to this new stranger about anything and everything that came to mind. It felt like the early days. You didn’t know how this guy made you feel so comfortable around him. For a moment you could’ve sworn that you looked outside, and it was spring with flowers blooming around you and Changgu.

[adachicuto]

happy birthday changgu

warning(s): food mentions

going for bike rides in the morning and he’d make sure you’d be warm enough if the weather would be a little chilly out. the two of you would go around the neighborhood and would stop at a nearby park

after, you’d stop at changgu’s favorite diner to get breakfast and he’d have the biggest smile on his face when you’d order his favorites and you’d have to take a picture of the moment

after that you’d walk around for a bit before you’d get back on the bikes and head home. for the rest of the morning you’d try watching a show or something but you’d both end up falling asleep

you would wake up before changgu a few hours later and you’d notice a lot of notifications on your phone and most of them would be from the rest of ptg and they would range from normal to pretty chaotic

anyways, they’d text you about coming over soon to make a birthday dinner for changgu’s birthday and you’d be a little nervous about what happened the last time they were in your kitchen, especially kino and wooseok lol

dancing around your place together as you’d sing happy birthday to changgu before everyone would come over. he’d almost fall while dancing and the moment would feel like something out of a drama but it be over the moment you’d hear loud knocking on the door and you’d both dissolve into laughter

no one would know how but the dinner would kind of get ruined because everyone would be somewhere besides the kitchen. like, hui and kino would be comparing playlists that they made and everyone would be off somewhere else

but at the last minute all of you would decide to go out to eat somewhere and luckily you’d find a place that had good reviews and it’d turn out pretty good for last minute

after dinner you’d all go back to your shared apartment for birthday sweets and wild dancing in the living room with all of ptg bc shinwon would yell dance battle and no one would be able to resist it

once everything would calm down a little, kino would go around capturing candids of everyone with the camera that you picked out for changgu

everyone would hand out the gifts they got for changgu and he’d have the biggest smile on his face and would get a little emotional about it as he’d thank everyone for everything

changgu would really appreciate the birthday wishes and everything that you and the rest of ptg would do for his birthday. being a sweetheart, he’d probably write little thank you cards for everyone to make sure you’d all know how much he enjoyed the day and that it meant a lot to him

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Reader is implied to have an invisible disability.

[11:50] Your hands fell away from Changgu’s neck as his hips snapped into yours quickly, chasing his high. You felt your body start to shake as weaker and weaker moans fell from your lips. Your body finally fell over it’s edge as you released and Changgu followed you over, hips stuttering to a stop after a few final thrusts.

Your breaths were shaky and your your body was too heavy to move as you came down from your eye, eyes refusing to open. Changgu left kisses on your neck as he panted, rolling his hips into you slowly before pulling out. You pulled back a little before leaving a kiss on your cheek and traced a finger up your arm.

“Was that too much?” his tone was light but there was worry just underneath it.

“A... little...” you chuckled breathily, jaw nearly too heavy to move. “Rest...”

“Absolutely, my love,” Changgu murmured, pressing another kiss to your lips before laying partially on you and resting his head on your chest. His fingers slid along your arm before finding your hand and turning it over. He laced his fingers with yours and you felt him kiss your skin and heard him hum contentedly when you weakly curled your fingers to hold his hand.

[sadienita]

Pentagon Cuddles

Yeo One / Changgu

In Public

He’s so sweet and kind with you

And respectful of your space

So in public he wants to give you room and not be too touchy

He’s good at not hinting about the relationship at all

And he’s good at keeping it between the two of you, even from his members for the most part for the first little bit

That doesn’t last too long though

But you’re both ready to make it public when you do

And when he’s next to you he finds himself touching you

It isn’t fully intentional

He isn’t thinking that he needs to hold your hand right at that second

But if you say something that makes him laugh he’ll grab onto your arm

And afterwards he won’t let you go

And after a while he realizes he’s still touching you

And you seem so content with it he just pulls you closer and smiles to himself

His hand ended up in yours a lot

He finds holding your hand so comfy

And he’ll grab it to get your attention

And you’ll lace your fingers with his

And suddenly he never wants to let go

He just loves having you close to him like that

And the way you squeeze his hand to get his attention

It melts his heart

Around The Guys

Kinda like in public

He’s not crazy touchy with you

He likes you being near him of course

But he’s not likely to pull you into his lap or be crazy cuddly with you in front of the others

If it’s squishy and another seat is needed however

He has no issue pulling you into his lap

Does so quickly and with no hesitation

You don’t even have time to react

He’ll wrap his arms around you and now there’s no escape

He won’t hear your protests on it either

Just snuggles into you and chuckles

Whispers to you throughout the movie you’re watching

Lowkey trying to make you flustered because he finds it cute

He won’t tease you too much though

Just a bit

Kinda loves it when you tease him just a little

Or surprise him with a kiss

He’s never expecting it so it makes him a little flustered

But he also loves it

He will sometimes follow you around a bit

If you’re just getting up for something from the kitchen that’s fine

But if you’re gone too long he gets curious

And he’ll come looking for you

Takes the quiet moment to give you a quick kiss

And remind you how much he loves you

In Private

He really likes to show his love to you in private

He prioritizes comfort in your cuddling

He’ll always ask if you’re comfy and if you shift around a lot he’ll ask if you want a different position

This boy is so effortlessly charming and sweet

He sings to you and speaks to you so softly because he’s so full of softness and love for you

He loves when you lay your head in his lap

Even if you spend time napping a bit when you see each other

He’ll put something on the tv and turn the volume down

And he’ll play with your hair or massage your scalp

And sing to you quietly

And lull you off to sleep with the sweet, loving smile on his face

He does really like cuddling in bed

Even if it makes you both really sleepy

He does like to hold you

He’ll spoon you and press a few kisses to your shoulder

But he lowkey prefers when you face him

He likes when your face is close to his

He keeps his voice quiet

He shifts forward to give you little kisses on your lips and nose

And he talks to you about everything and anything

He just loves sharing little moments with you

If he’s upset he’ll probably hold it in at first

He’ll be quiet and taking deep breaths

And it’s only when you pull him onto the bed and wrap your arms around him that he starts to cry

He can’t help letting his feelings out with you

And you soothe him and let him know his feelings are valid

And he hugs you tighter

And thinks about how safe and loved he feels with you

[cosmichoneyedblossoms]

Heir to the Throne — Yeo One of Oziniel

From a very young age you’ve always had a dream of being swept off your feet by a knight in shining armour—that was all little girls dreams right? Even you as the daughter of a duke should’ve known that was almost impossible. One hasty marriage later and the abrupt disappearance of your new husband, you were left alone in your childhood home—awaiting your knights return.

You’ve always endured your father’s harsh words and criticism because that’s what you’ve been used to. Being born a daughter was your mistake from day one, and the fact you grew to look like the late Duchess only made your father angrier. Finally, five years later after your marriage to Yeo One of Oziniel, he finally returned to take you back to his home land. Within moments of being by your side, he could see the turmoil your father caused... could he break the poisonous words that filled your world?

Coming Soon

[im-whatchamccallit]

The Hero//Yeo One (Pentagon)

(A/N: Sorry I didn’t upload yesterday. I had to handle some things. Anyways, this is something I made today just to contribute something and I will be posting twice a day from now on, once in the morning and once at night. This sin’t the best but I’m here to learn and grow, right? Anyways, enjoy!)

Pairing: Yeo Changgu x Reader

Genre: Fairytale!au, fluff

Warnings: Terrible writing (?)

Words: 2.1k (This is so long! I’m sorry!)

You groaned as you shifted in your bed, a faint echo drawing you from your slumber before actual words were made out, causing you to open your eyes groggily.

“Rapunzel! Rapunzel! Let down your hair!” That voice was familiar.

You groaned as he continued screaming, your body flying upwards from the bed as you searched around the small tower’s room before finding an old book. You approached the window to see Changgu staring up hopefully, his horse patiently waiting for him to silence his decree before riding off for another day but, you, had no time.

You let out a loud yell as you tossed the hard covered book at him, watching him stumble as it hit his shoulder. He stared at you in bewilderment as you leaned out the window.

“I’m not Rapunzel! She’s on the other side of the forest! We’ve done this too many times, Changgu!” You screamed in annoyance as he reached down to grab the book, placing it on the satchel strapped to his horse. What a thief.

“Rapunzel is said to be a beautiful maiden with long flowing hair, trapped in a tower by an evil witch. I’m here to save you.”

“Listen, I’m gorgeous, I know, but she’s on the other side of the forest!”

You were Rapunzel, you just didn’t wish to be saved. Not by him, that is. Changgu found you months ago while wandering, escaping his village as he was the town’s thief. He was handsome enough to trick everyone into trusting him and clever enough to rob them blind. He was a fox and you weren’t falling for his tricks. You sent him on wild goose chases for the princess that was you, pinning your hair up to hide its length and taking on the new name of Ophelia to throw him off yet, he always came back, calling for you day after day.

Changgu wasn’t an idiot. He knew who you were, your story, everything. But, what he truly cared about was your hair. Legend had told it you were a princess, who knew how much it would sell for? Hell, who knew how much you’d sell for? All he knew is that he had to have it, one or both.

He sighed sadly, hiding his smile as he looked back up to you.

“That’s a shame. It’ll take me days to get through this forest by horse. I was only hoping to rescue a trapped maiden tonight, to show her a world he has yet to experience.”

He mentally laughed as he watched your eyes widen slightly. You have never been outside the tower. Your baths and meals were all given here in this almost cramped room, the closest thing to freedom was the fresh air you got from the triangular window. He wasn’t the person you wanted to rescue you, or anyone you wanted to be around for that matter, but, if it wasn’t him, then who? Another thief 20 years from now? A woodsman who wouldn’t hear your cries over the sound of his axe cutting into trees? It was now or never at this point.

You sighed and slowly climbed onto the window sill, Changgu smiling brightly as he watched your hand reach to your hair, hoping you’ll release your locks from the bun on your head but, instead, you let out a loud yawn, still not over the rude awakening.

“Okay, catch me.”

“Catch you? That’s a hundred foot dr-“ He watched as you jumped down, your hands attempting to hold your dress down as he began panicking. Would your hair save you? Would you somehow land on your feet? You were insane for this!

He snapped out of his thoughts as you let out an amused scream, your body much closer at this point and all he could think to do was catch you, letting out a yell as you fell into his arms, hurting his shoulder a bit.

You slowly removed yourself from his arms as he held back from crying, your feet dragging you to his horse that seemed quite friendly as you pet her mane.

“Here, let me help.” Changgu said as he finally eased the aching in his arm.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and hoisted you onto the large steed, his hand on your lower back as you wobbled slightly, smiling to him once you found your balance. He easily climbed on behind you, moving closer so that your back was pressed to his chest. You watched he reached forward to grab your hands, placing them onto the horse’s reins before peeking over your shoulder to look at you.

“Hold on tight, okay?” Before you could even nod in response, you were off, letting out a small yelp as the horse galloped into the forest.

A small smile grew on your face as you watched the trees pass by. So green and alive, unlike the few flowers in your tower that had died. You slowly removed your hand from his as you reached out to touch the leaves that passed by in flashes. They were soft against your hand, making you laugh excitedly.

Although his motives weren’t pure, Changgu couldn’t help but admit the sight before him was heartwarming. He could only imagine what it was like waiting in that tower for years. Knowing no one or nothing, having only yourself, it saddened him. But, the way you laughed as you gripped the trees and looked around anxiously at the sound of frogs from the nearby pond brought him some joy. He slowly brought his horse to a trot before ultimately stopping. Your eyes saw a wide open field with a large barren patch where a fire burned, a small tent just by it.

“Is this where you sleep?” You asked cautiously, feeling his body move from yours as he stepped down from the horse, reaching up to grab your waist and help you onto your feet.

“Yes, just until-“

“Until the village stops hating you?” You smirked up to him as he laughed slightly, forgetting he had confessed that to you some time ago.

“Have you eaten today?” He asked, leading you towards the fire before allowing you to sit on a nearby log.

You shook your head sadly, a small hum leaving his mouth as he turned from you. You watched with curious eyes as he slowly pushed off his coat, peeling away his shirt and shoes. Changgu’s hands reached towards his pants and you shyly looked away, hearing the material fall to the ground before a sudden splash. You turned back to see he had disappeared.

“Changgu?” You called, the only sound heard were from insects and the horse nearby eating what grass was still alive.

You gasped as you watched a head emerge from the water, Changgu gasping for air before diving back into the water, searching eagerly for a fish. You, unknowing to his plan, quickly kick off your strapped boots, rushing into the water to save him. You had no idea how to swim and your large dress wasn’t much help either, the material practically swallowing you as you tried to stay afloat.

Changgu watched as your feet kicked frantically, your head dipping beneath the water every so often before making his way towards you. You screamed slightly as he wrapped an arm around you, the other pushing your dress down as he swam closer to the land.

“Are you out of your mind?”

“I thought you were drowning.” You said in response to his scolding.

He hurriedly placed you on the edge of the pond before climbing up next to you, your eyes quickly scanning him before looking away. So, that was what the male body looked like…

~*~*~

You stepped out of the tent, clad in Changgu’s coat that surprisingly covered everything, your dress hung up to dry on a nearby tree. Changgu sat in front of the fire, poking at the fish he caught as you were changing. You took a seat next to him on the small log, shifting slightly to not fall off. He had dressed himself but refused to wear his shirt, the slight breeze not bothering him as the fire’s warmth overruled it.

“So, I guess you do care about me.” You gave him a questioning look as he smirked, looking over to you before you looked away, your eyes landing on the sunset.

“Think of it as a debt. You helped me escape, helped me start a life I never thought I’d have, and I saved your life. Well, you saved mine, again. Besides, who am I supposed to explore the world with if you die?” You said with a slight chuckle, crossing your arms over your body.

Changgu watched as you crossed your legs and rubbed your arms together, obviously in need of warmth. He silently wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side as you continued to look ahead, actually enjoying his presence at this moment.

“So would that mean that you owe me twice now?” You rolled your eyes at the inquiry before nodding hesitantly.

“My first request is for you to let your hair down. It’ll never dry this way.” He stated as you sat up a bit. He was right but you also knew he was curious as to your hair’s true length.

You sighed and reached into your hair, pulling out the single bobby pin that held it together. He watched in amazement as your hair cascaded down your back falling to the ground in a pile that stopped just at your lower back. You sighed happily as the weight was removed before moving it over your shoulder, letting it fly almost 20 feet ahead of you, landing just by the horse that whinnied at the sight of it, stomping it hooves on it as it mistook it for a snake.

“Hey!” You yelled as it walked away from the strands, your lips pouting slightly before you turned back to the male whose eyes never left your locks.

He could be rich. The length was extraordinary and, coming from a princess, it’d sell for thousands. He slowly looked back at you, knowing what his final request would be but he froze. Your face was shaped differently as your hair framed one said of your face, the sun now gone allowing the fire to enhance your features, your eyes shining as you found his, confused as to why he was staring so much.

He had you right where he wanted you but couldn’t help but see the excitement and trust in your eyes, the way you listened to him, jumped to his rescue, even while knowing who he was and what he’s done, you were on his side.

He smiled slightly, exhaling from his nose as he cupped your exposed cheek, brushing his thumb over your skin as your eyes followed his hand before meeting his eyes once more.

“My last request is that you promise to stay by my side no matter what.” It was a bold demand but he was the only person you knew and even someone who could entertain you while learning more about who you are and the world around you.

“I promise.”

You stared at one another, your eyes lowering shyly as he moved closer, his lips inching closer to yours before suddenly stopping.

“(Y/N).”

“Who?” You asked, backing away in shock as he only looked at you.

“(Y/N)!” He called again, making you grimace as he continued, your eyes shutting but it only made his voice grow louder.

“(Y/N)!” Changgu jumped back as you snapped out of your world, your eyes going between him and the unfinished novel on your laptop’s screen.

He was dressed for bed, his eyes still so bright although he was clearly exhausted. He slowly moved closer to you from the doorframe where he stood, wrapping his arms around your neck and placing his chin onto your head as you read over the few lines of your story, his eyes following along with your cursor.

“Are you ready to sleep yet?” He asked tiredly, your eyes looking to the corner to see it was almost 2am.

“Uhm, yeah, sorry. I didn’t think you’d wait for me.” You admitted, saving your work and shutting your laptop before Changgu helped to move your chair back, holding your hands as he brought you to your feet.

“I’d always wait for you. I can’t sleep without by my side.” You rolled your eyes at how romantic yet cheesy he was, letting him drag you from your small office and down the hall to your bedroom, a small smile gracing your lips as he patiently waited for you to change and crawl into bed with him, his arms wrapping around you protectively as his lips pressed to your cheek and shoulder.

He was always by your side, like a bodyguard, except you didn’t need his protection, you only wanted his loving presence. No wonder your male protagonist were always like him.

[sunflowersoonyoung]

senior | yeo one

w.c ↠ 1.1k

pairing/s ↠ yeo one x fem!reader

genre/s ↠ office au!, senior!changgu, established relationship au!, inexperienced!reader, dom!changgu, corruption kink, semi public, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, unprotected sex, spit kink, creampie

description ↠ changgu was one of the first people you met at your new workplace a month ago. since then, you’ve been in a risky workplace relationship with him.

warning/s ↠ sexual themes, unprotected sex

a/n ↠ sorry this took me so long to write! I just am in love with office aus atm as you can maybe tell, just alternate universes in general tbh. it’s actually my birthday today ;-; I'm now 21.

requested by anon

“You’re not supposed to fill that form out like that, you know.”

When you turned your head to glare at your boyfriend and senior coworker Changgu, he offered you an innocent grin in response.

“I’m just trying to help. You know I want to go home. That outfit looks really good, and I wanna get rid of it.”

You adjusted the collar of your blouse with hot cheeks, knowing precisely what he was insinuating.

It was the early stages of your relationship with Changgu. You had been placed under his wing when you first started working there, and there was an immediate connection. Soon you were arriving at work in the same car.

You were in a heated place with him after only a few weeks of dating. It was an impossible task to keep your hands off each other during the day. Now it was nighttime, and Changgu’s pupils were blown with arousal.

“You’re dirty,” you replied with a huff, although you were pressing your thighs together to mask your excitement.

Changgu peered at you for a moment through his honeyed irises. He seemed to be devising something. A slow grin spread across his thick lips as cogs turned in his head.

“You know,” he hummed, resting his large hands on your shoulders from behind, “I’m pretty sure we’re completely alone right now.”

Immediately your head was clouded with warmth, and your thoughts emptied due to only one sentence. You breathed out slowly to compose yourself, “n-not here, Oppa. It’s too risky.”

“We won’t get caught,” Changgu purred, now leaning over so that his lips could hover over your ear. You could feel his hot breath clouding against your cheek.

“Changgu,” you mumbled, your skin electric, desperate for contact. Changgu chuckled lowly, loosening his tie and stepping back.

“You need me to take care of you, don’t you, sweetheart?” He asked, and you could not bear to look at him, your face flushed out of arousal.

“I-I’ve never done this in public before,” you stammered. Changgu laughed, “you’re cute. Come here.”

Your legs were wobbly as you finally stood, and your boyfriend flashed you a grin before tugging you from your desk.

Your floor manager had a separate office, which you rarely visited. Changgu led you inside, opening the door to a dim room with tall windows and a desk. The sky through the windows was a dark shade of navy. You stepped inside, and Changgu closed the door behind you.

He immediately pounced, cupping your face between his large hands and kissing you. It was a deep kiss that dazed you. You had to grasp his white dress shirt to remain steady.

Within moments his hand was between your thighs, hiking up your skirt to reveal more flesh. You mewled when his fingers pushed between the folds of your pussy.

“You’re so wet,” Changgu hummed, “aren’t you starting to get hornier recently?”

You blushed, retorting, “isn’t that your fault?”

He merely laughed, pushing you back against the floor manager’s desk. You sat atop the wooden surface, knocking over a cup holder and scrunching papers. He settled between your legs, a devious smile on his face.

“You have to stay quiet, okay?” Changgu ordered, wasting no time by pushing aside your underpants. He was rough as he slid his fingers over your bare pussy, circling over your clit. Eventually, he settled one palm over your mouth because you failed to keep quiet.

To be honest, you had been staring at him all day. He looked stunning, with his thick forearms, tan skin, and dark raven hair pushed back over his forehead. By this stage, you were swollen with arousal. It had been a long wait.

“You’re not very obedient, are you?” Changgu chuckled, pushing his thumb hard against your clit. You threw your head back, crying out against his hand.

Suddenly, you came; it was unexpected for both you and him. You were seeing stars, your head spinning.

Changgu laughed amusedly, “cute. You cum so quickly still.”

Sometimes he could be a little cruel. Today would be one of those days.

“One more time for me, sweetheart,” he hummed, rubbing harsh circles over your clit with his thumb. Your legs were trembling as he forced a second orgasm out of you. You could only sob against his palm, tears running down your chin.

By the time you opened your eyes, you had realised you had squirted all over the desk and floor and Changgu’s hand. He was laughing, licking your juices off his fingers. You flushed with embarrassment.

“You idiot,” you huffed, trying to catch your breath, “we made such a mess.”

“It’s fine,” he soothed, “come here.”

Changgu pulled you up against him because your legs were quivering from the repeated orgasms. He wrapped your leg around his waist, unbuttoning his black dress pants to reveal a sliver of his grey underpants.

You could see his boner pressing up against the dark fabric of his pants. The sight of it, combined with Changgu’s thick scent in the air, made you dizzy with desire.

“Hurry up,” you pleaded, and your boyfriend laughed, “you’re getting needy. I like this side of you, though~.”

Changgu pulled his thick cock free, dropping his pants to the floor. He stroked it a few times before sliding it between your pussy folds. You clasped his shoulders tighter.

Abruptly, Changgu filled you up in one stroke. Your head lulled back and you gasped, your toes curling. He started to fuck you at a casual pace, letting his hips meet with yours. Even at this pace, you were shuddering with pleasure.

“Changgu!” You gasped, and he grinned, fucking you at a harder pace that made your vision blur. Beneath the buzz of your ears, you heard him speak, “open your mouth.”

You did as he ordered, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. Changgu let a wad of spit fall onto your tongue and you swallowed it, tasting his sweet saliva.

“Good girl,” he praised, grabbing your hair and pulling it so that your face was an inch from his. He kissed you deeply, letting his tongue explore your mouth. You could hardly concentrate on the kiss, his cock hitting spots that tipped you over the edge.

“Cum one more time for me,” Changgu breathed. You nodded, shutting your eyes tightly and letting an orgasm crash over you.

You ascended into the ceiling, unaware of anything else for a few moments. You could hear Changgu cumming too, thrusting deeply inside of you and filling you up.

By the time you recovered, you realised you were covered in sweat and that you had semen dripping down your inner thigh. Changgu had been observing you, his hair messy and his forehead shiny.

He fell away from you, pulling his pants back up and readjusting himself.

“Let’s get that form filled out, hm?”

You pouted, “I can do it myself, you know.”

Changgu turned back to you, now mostly fixed. He adjusted his tie, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

“You need to clean up your mess. And I want to get you home, now.”

[blu-joons]

Your Child Almost Walks In On You ~ Yeo Changgu

The look on Changgu’s face was something that you had come to learn pretty well as he closed the bedroom door behind him, finding you laid out on your bed. He crept over to you, keeping his footsteps quiet as he laid down.

“Listen,” he instructed, cupping his hand behind his ear, “it’s quiet for a little while, that means we’ve got some time to ourselves.”

“Y/D/N isn’t sleeping, she’ll want us soon,” you tried to explain.

Changgu placed his finger against your lips to silence you, “trust me, she’s busy playing with the toys in her toy box, I say we’ve got a little while before she wants the two of us.”

“You’re really wanting this, aren’t you?” You laughed, knowing Changgu so well, you knew exactly what was on his mind, “don’t you think it’s too risky?”

His head shook confidently in reply to you as he rolled over to hover above you, “what’s life without a risk or two? We’ll regret it if we don’t make the most of this.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” you warned as Changgu slowly moved down, propping himself up with his elbows resting either side of your waist.

His smile grew as he hovered over your lips, “of course, I know what I’m doing, we wouldn’t have that little girl across the hall if I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“If I remember correctly, she was conceived on the first night after your tour,” you reminded him, “maybe you were just particularly needy that night,” you tried to tease, only to be silenced by Changgu pressing a kiss to your lips.

It didn’t take long before he began to explore, resting his hands into the belt loops of your jeans to keep you exactly where he wanted you, pulling away momentarily.

“We’ve got to be quick,” he reiterated, reaching down and pulling the bottom of his shirt over the top of his head in the blink of an eye, leaving you flustered at how close he was.

“You’re impossible,” you laughed, unable to look away from the toned body before you.

Your reaction was exactly what Changgu was hoping for as he leaned back down, “I think I might just have the best dad bod that you’ve ever seen, right?”

You hummed in reply as Changgu began to kiss you once again, feeling your hands press against his chest as you allowed yourself to relax too, working under the spell that Changgu had put you under.

“I knew it wouldn’t take long,” he smirked as he felt your fingertips tickle against him.

As he began to push more, Changgu’s hand wondered to the bottom of your shirt too, pushing it up slowly so that you could feel the chill of his hand against your skin. As he did so, the two of you were oblivious, unaware of the footsteps that came across the room until your bedroom door swung open, leaving you both stunned.

“Daddy, where did you go?” Your daughter asked, luckily looking down as Changgu hurried to grab the duvet and pull it over the two of you.

Your hands hurried to pull your top back down as Changgu rolled aside from above you, trying his best to fix the mess that his hair was.

“You said you wanted to play by yourself,” Changgu reminded her.

Her shoulders shrugged as she made her way across to your bed, dragging one of her dolls behind her as she tried to get Changgu back into her bedroom again.

“I got one of my dolls out for you to play with, but you never came.”

“You should have said,” Changgu weakly smiled, “you go, I’ll be right behind you.”

Your daughter nodded, not needing much convincing to leave the room and head back to her toys, reminding herself to check for Changgu if he didn’t arrive within the next couple of minutes.

As soon as she was out of the room, your hand reached across and smacked harshly against Changgu’s chest. Your heart was pounding, cheeks bright red, you were stunned, still unsure quite what your daughter had seen.

Despite the sting from your hit, Changgu knew it was his fault, having assured you that there would be nothing to worry about, and leaving you flustered instead.

“You’re an idiot,” you scolded as he reached across the bed to pick his shirt back up, “I told you that she would come looking, she never plays alone.”

“I thought we’d get five minutes; I had no idea she’d be so desperate to play with me.”

Once you had settled slightly, you sat yourself up in the bed, making sure that your shirt was pulled down probably, running your hands through your hair to try and unknot it in an attempt to look as if the two of you hadn’t just tried to get busy.

“It was worth a shot, we never have time to ourselves,” Changgu justified.

“It’s worth a shot when a shot is there, like when she’s asleep, or out of the house.”

Changgu nodded in reply to you, moving across the room to press a kiss to your cheek before moving to the bedroom door.

“We can talk more about this later,” he vowed, “but I should probably go and entertain Y/D/N before she ends up interrupting again.”

You hummed back at Changgu, staring out of the window as you let go of a shaky breath, trying your best to find some sort of composure.

The commotion that soon came from your daughter’s bedroom brought a smile to your face, knowing that you couldn’t hide for too long. Once you felt settled and had managed to convince yourself that she had seen nothing, you stood up from the bed.

The sound of your footsteps immediately caught both Changgu and your daughter’s attention, as she scrambled through her toy box to find a doll for you too, greeting you with it as soon as you walked through her bedroom door.

Changgu’s expression softened as he watched you too, tapping the space just beside him on her floor, inviting you to take a seat. As you did, his arm came around your waist, pulling you closely into his side.

His eyes remained on you, waiting until he saw a smile on your face before turning back to your daughter who was in her own little world.

“Never again,” you whispered as your daughter collected a few more of her toys.

Changgu nodded back at you, “maybe the timing wasn’t great, but I meant every word of what I said about needing more chances to be intimate with one another Y/N.”

“We can work on that, but do it at a more suitable time,” you proposed.

A hum of agreement came from Changgu, knowing too that the two of you had pushed your limits. He couldn’t begin to imagine the talks that would need to be had, if your daughter somehow managed to see anything.

“Why don’t I message the boys, see if one of them is free to do a bit of babysitting tomorrow?” Changgu offered, “we’ve not had some time to ourselves for ages, and to be honest, I really miss it Y/N.”

“I miss it too,” you encouraged, “I think it would be good to speak to the boys too, between the group, I’m sure that someone’s got to be free.”

Changgu’s grip around you tightened so that he could press a kiss to your cheek, “I know we’re mum and dad, but we’re so much more too.”

“I agree, and perhaps we’ve both neglected that part of who we are recently, and that’s something we need to change.”

“Absolutely, I couldn’t agree more.”

---

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[jinkoh]

Pentagon - meeting again in your next life

Hyung Line | >Middle Line | Maknae Line

summary: you're star crossed lovers from a past life and had almost lost hope to ever reunite. when you finally do you want to make sure not to lose him again - except, you're the only one who remembers

tags: SFW, g/n reader, angst

a/n: part 2, middle line~

Masterlist

Shinwon

You’re at the grocery store, walking up to the register. Honestly the queue is pretty long and it seems like a waste to queue up just to buy the two items you’ve forgotten to buy yesterday, but now that you’re already here it would be even more of a waste to go home again.

The guy standing in front of you is absolutely packed with groceries. Not like it’s any of your business but it would’ve probably been better for him to get a cart. He’s just bound to drop something.

As if you jinxed it, one of the cup noodles he has stacked in his arms topples over and falls to the ground. He tries to crouch down and pick it up but in his attempt to do so he drops an apple and it rolls over the tiles until it stops in front of your feet. The guy turns around, looking at the apple before raising his head and meeting your gaze with a goofy smile.

“Would you mind helping me with that?” He asks, but you barely register it. 

You can’t help yourself, you just stare at him, overwhelmed with emotions. You know his voice and his smile and the little dimple on his cheek. You know it all so well. Shinwon on the other hand doesn’t seem to recognize you at all.

When you still haven’t replied after a while, he tilts his head, slightly confused. “So…is that a no?”

I missed your smile, I missed the sound of your voice, you want to say.

“No, don’t worry, I’ll help,” you say instead.

You crouch down and pick up the apple before reaching out to get the cup noodles as well, carefully stacking them onto the grocery tower in his arms.

He thanks you with a happy smile, before turning back around and moving up in the queue. Still, you can’t take your eyes off him. You feel a restlessness inside you, telling you to not let him slip away. Not this time.

But you’re not sure what to do or say when he so clearly doesn’t know who you are.

Seemingly feeling your gaze on him, he turns around again.

“Did I do something?” He reluctantly asks. “Or is the label of my sweater peeking out in my neck?”

“What? Ah—no. Sorry.”

“So, what is it then? Is it because I’m so charming?” 

“Yeah,” you find yourself affirming, even though it’s clear that he’s just making a silly little joke. It’s as close to the truth as it gets you suppose. “Would you—Will you have a coffee with me?”

“Oh.” Caught off guard by your honest reply, his eyes grow wide and he looks a little flustered. But then he nods, awkwardly giggling as he gives you a “Yes.”

Yeo One/Changgu

You’re out with friends, finally going to the beach after a long time. Somehow you haven’t found the time yet this summer, despite being an avid swimmer. The current is a little stronger today and so most people stay in the shallow water or are laying on the beach to enjoy the sun. But you’re a good swimmer, the water makes you feel confident and at ease, so you’re not too worried about swimming a little further out.

You get lost in thought, simply enjoying the feeling of the water around you. When one of your friends calls for you, you don’t even hear it the first time. But when you do and turn around, your eyes don’t fall on her. Instead they land on the lifeguard that’s standing close to the shore, keeping an eye on the ocean.

He’s far away from you, but you still recognize him immediately. 

Your whole body goes limp. Your friend is still shouting something, but you don’t listen. All you can focus on is Channgu, your Changgu right there within reach. 

And then you suddenly feel a big wave crashing over you. You go under, water filling your ears and nose and even then all you can think of is the man at the shore.

You can’t breathe and your chest feels tight and only then you remember that you’re supposed to do something, push yourself back up. Panic rushes through you and you start flailing in the water, trying to get out.

Suddenly you feel a hand wrapping around your wrist, pulling you up and out of the water.  You breach the surface and immediately start coughing before finally taking a deep breath and lifting your head to take a look at your savior.

Changgu is looking right back at you, a gentle smile on his face.

“Are you okay?”

You feel like choking all over again. He’s really there in front of you, wearing his pretty smile that makes his eyes light up. How could you be okay? 

When you don’t reply he tilts his head questioningly and it makes a drop of water fall from the wet strands that are clinging to his forehead. You want to reach up and push them aside. And maybe you do just that, your fingers gently brushing against his skin.

It pulls a slightly confused but not offended laugh from him, and you never want to miss that sound again.

Yanan

You're having a bit of a day honestly, so when you and your friend stop by your usual bakery to get a coffee you decide to treat yourself to one of the pastries too. It's the last one of its kind and it looks really delicious too so you just get it. Once you both have your things your turn to leave, almost stumbling into someone. 

You're not looking up and just give a quick “oh, sorry”, ready to keep walking, but your friend stops. 

“You need anything?!” She asks the stranger and you're a little confused by her harsh voice. “Why are you staring like that?” 

You want to tell her to calm down, but then you hear the stranger reply. 

“That's mine.” 

Your head immediately snaps up at his voice. You hadn’t heard it in so long but there's no way you would ever mistake it for someone else's. It's Yanan. 

He looks at the pastry bag in your hand with a big frown on his face but you barely notice. 

“What?!” Your friend asks. “How is that yours?” 

He shrugs. “I always get that.” 

“Well, not today,” your friend replies, finally ready to pull you along and leave. 

But this time you're the one who doesn't move. How could you leave, when Yanan is standing right in front of you after all this time? 

“You know—,” you start with a raspy voice, holding out the pastry bag. “Actually you can have it.”

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[baby-iloveyou]

A cover model, only for your eyes to see [PART 1]

pairing: yeo changgu from pentagon x gn!reader genre: fluff, suggestive, in a relationship for a few months already but still first base, idol/model changgu warnings: very innocent reader, changgu kinda has a corruption kink, public teasing, it's kinda cute at the beginning, the reader is so innocent it's so cute summary: Your relationship with Changgu has been nothing but lovey dovey so far, and when Changgu asks you to visit him at his Men's Health photoshoot, you can't say no. But this would mean you would see him shirtless for the first time, and you didn't expect the view to affect you that much. word count: 2.7k writer notes: part 1 of this because i want to get it out there already and otherwise it's gonna be such a long post, hence why i split it up in two!! hope you enjoy ;)

You are on PART 1, here's PART 2

"Yeo One will be the next cover model for Men's Health Korea! Leave your questions for him in the comments and we will record a Q&A with him. You don't want to miss this!" You read the Instagram post out loud to your boyfriend, who was sitting right across from you. "Aw Changgu, I'm so happy for you! This is so cool!" You smiled and leaned forward over the table to kiss his nose. He closed his eyes when you pecked him and grinned. "It is my second time as well, I'm really happy they invited me again." He said, while a big smile was plastered on his face. "Apparently they couldn't get enough of you!" You said and winked at him. "I can't get enough of you either." You added afterwards. Changgu laughed: "I'd rather spend the day with you than with them. I can get enough of them, but I also can never get enough of you."

Both of you were smiling like idiots, until Changgu suddenly said: "What if you come visit me during my photoshoot? I know you've never seen me shirtless, so this would be a good first time." This time, he was the one who winked at you. "I'll be all done up, I'll look great so why won't you see for yourself instead of a photo?" You were slightly flustered. "Is that allowed? Can I just show up to your photoshoot without any notice beforehand? I don't know Changgu..." He shook his head and stood up to walk over to you. His right hand was on your shoulder, his face in front of yours. "Yeah, it'll be fine! I'll persuade them. I need someone to entertain me during that photoshoot and you are the perfect kissable huggable kind of entertainment." The moment you replied that you'd come, he gave you a big smile, pecked you on the lips and left to go to the gym.

The day of the photoshoot was nearing and with every day passing, you could feel your nerves getting worse. Changgu was going to the gym every day to work on his body and to be in his best shape, and it only made you feel even more nervous. You didn’t know how you were gonna react to his physique, what kind of feeling to expect, what to do if something went wrong somehow? It made you terribly stressed, but you tried your best to not show Changgu your feelings. He had to focus on his own schedule and his lover’s emotions were not a part of that schedule.

The day before the photoshoot, your thoughts were going a mile a second, thinking about what Changgu would look like shirtless, what kind of concept the photos would have, what Changgu would look like shirtless, whether the staff from Men’s Health was nice, what Changgu would look like shirtless… The thought would not leave your mind. You felt bad about it, even thinking about such a scenario made you embarrassed. “Keep your mind out of the gutter, Y/N… You shouldn’t think about these kinds of things…” You whispered to yourself. “Hm?” Changgu hummed, apparently hearing your buzzing but not quite hearing what was being said. You looked up at him, said it was nothing and left to go take a shower. Changgu tilted his head to the side in confusion, but didn’t think too much of it and continued scrolling on his phone while eating his protein bar.

The moment had finally come. Changgu had sent a message at 8AM, letting you know he was on his way to the photoshoot location and when you could come over. “I’ll be exercising a bit more at the beginning and then I have make-up and styling, which would take around 2 hours or so. If you are dropping by, do so around 1PM for my manly muscles,” the text read, finished off with a sunglasses emoji. You mentally facepalmed at the text, smiling because of how stupid the text was.

However, it did also remind you that it was The Day. All those built-up nerves were coming back and you weren’t sure whether you would be physically able to visit him. But you made a promise, and you were gonna stick to that promise. So you hopped out of bed, got ready, picked out the clothes that you knew Changgu liked and hopped in the first taxi you saw on the way to the address he sent.

“Hi, is this the photoshoot location for the magazine Men’s Health?” You asked a random staff member who happened to walk by. “Yes it is, why do you ask? Oh wait, are you the person that Yeo One was talking about? He said something about inviting someone to the set.” So he told the staff about your visit. At least you could tell that the staff member was fine with it, which made you calm down slightly. You nodded and smiled. “Yes, that must be me. Could you tell me where I can find him?” After a few instructions and some pointing towards certain directions, you went on your way to find Changgu.

You were a bit early: you were supposed to get here at 1PM, but right now it was 12:30PM. He might still be getting his make-up done, you thought to yourself. Thankfully, the staff was lovely and had extra chairs so you could sit down at the actual shooting area, where the photos would be taken in a moment. You plopped down and scrolled through Instagram, waiting for Changgu to show up as his majestic beautiful-looking self.

Your scrolling session was rudely interrupted by a hand coming from behind you, grabbing your phone and taking it out of your hands. “Hey, what the??” You exclaimed, before looking behind you and seeing your boyfriend with his leather jacket zipped up. He laughed, “It’s just too easy with you.” You rolled your eyes in a joking manner. “Ha ha, very funny. Now give me my phone so that I can take some photos of you.” You could tell he wanted to keep your phone but that he also wanted you to take pictures of him when he hesitantly handed back your phone. “Pose for the camera, manly man.” You said, with a cheeky tone, as a reference to his own message. And pose he did.

You had never seen him so serious like this, so attractive, so captivating. Your face quickly turned into a blank expression while taking photos of him, and only when Changgu called out to you, you realised you were wandering off. “Y/N? Hello?” You looked up at him from your phone screen. “Should we take some photos together as well?” The heartwarming smile you knew all too well was on his face, a drastic difference from the posing face he had a few seconds ago. “Oh yeah, that sounds really nice, let’s do that!” You walked up to one of the photographers and asked if he could take some pictures of you two. He agreed and even proposed to take pictures with the actual background and lighting that they’d be using for the shoot. Both you and Changgu liked the idea and walked over towards the spot the photographer was pointing to. “What kind of poses should we do?” You softly asked Changgu. “Do they know we’re dating? Can we do couple stuff?” He replied back: “They don’t know but they don’t really care. When I asked whether you could come over or not, they were so chill about it. It’s probably fine.” After hearing that, you stood on your tippy toes and kissed him on the cheek. Click! That was photo number one. Both of you blushed and smiled while looking at each other. You grabbed his arm and hugged it while leaning against his body. Click! There was a second photo. “I have an idea,” Changgu said all of a sudden, “climb on my back.” There was no hesitation. You let go of his arm and, using the chair that was standing there, jumped on his back. He had a very broad back, and you could feel his muscles where your arms were holding on to his body. Click! And the last picture was taken. “Thank you!” You got off Changgu’s back and rushed over to the photographer to retrieve your phone. “Let’s take a look!” You said while walking back to Changgu slowly.

“Everyone please get ready for the shoot! We will start in a few minutes!” A staff member shouted out through a megaphone. “We can look through the photos later, love. I have to get ready.” Changgu replied to you after the announcement. You nodded and headed to the chair that was right next to the photographer, so you had a good view of your boyfriend. Changgu sat down on the same chair you two were standing in front of just now, and unzipped his leather jacket to reveal… his abs. He was not wearing anything underneath the leather jacket. You could’ve seen that coming, but you still were caught off-guard. The red and blue lights that were reflected on his body made him look so incredibly handsome. You gulped at the sight.

Maybe you had too good of a view.

It felt like he was born to be a model. His facial expressions were off the charts, and the way he exuded so much confidence by literally sitting on a chair was insane to you. The loving, idiotic (in the best way possible) and giggly Changgu could not be found right now. You couldn’t tear your eyes off him, he was simply stunning in every single way. So stunning in fact, that it made you feel something. A feeling which was unknown to you. Some type of need, the need for him. You didn’t know where it was coming from, or what it was. But your brain couldn’t process said need. The only thing your brain could think of was Changgu.

“Okay everyone, good job! Let’s have a quick break and get back to it in 30 minutes or so.” The same staff member shouted. You could see Changgu looking around a bit, spotting you and resting your eyes before signalling you should come to him. You walked over to stand next to where he was seated, eyes trying not to drift over to his abs. You know you failed since Changgu said: “Are you that impressed?” And there was the cheeky smile again. Although, it was slightly different this time. It turned into a little smirk, knowing you couldn’t keep your eyes off his physique. “I… I just didn’t… I just… I…” You were stuttering from his teasing tone, flustered and didn’t know what to say. “Do you want to touch it? My abs?” He taunted you, grabbing your hand and slowly reaching for his body. As much as you wanted to pull away your hand to prevent even more embarrassment, you simply couldn’t. He was addicting and the way he lured you in made it impossible to deny him. Before you knew it, your hand (which was guided by his hand) was stroking over the little cubes, its edges, the entire thing.

You could feel your cheeks burning and the need from earlier came back, but this time it was worse than before. Changgu noticed you licking your lips as your hand was going over his six pack, and perked a brow. “Was that coincidental or did you just lick your lips because of me?” Your eyes shot up from your hands to his eyes. They were dark, and it seemed like a similar kind of feeling like the feeling you were experiencing right now. Changgu’s other free hand softly pushed you onto his lap, so that the staff couldn’t see what was going on. He looked up another time to see if someone was paying attention, and slowly lowered your hand to the hem of his pants, making you toy with it. At this point, it felt like you were able to cook an egg on your cheeks, they were burning hot. And you didn’t even know it was possible to feel like that. Changgu lowered your hand even more, it was now hovering over his crotch area. You could feel something, you could see something. You felt like you were staring but you couldn’t help it. It was such a new feeling and it made you feel... good. “Babe, no staring. We’re still a photoshoot studio, remember?” Changgu’s free hand, which wasn’t holding your palm, raised your chin so you had to look him in the eyes. “No… I mean yes, no staring…” You pouted but it made sense, there was a different time to explore these feelings. Changgu scooted you off his lap, and excused himself to go to the toilet. You walked back to your original chair, still thinking about what had just happened. About 5 minutes later, Changgu still hadn’t returned. And 5 minutes after that, there still was no sign of the man. You grabbed your phone to look at the photos that you took earlier, and saw that Changgu actually sent you a text. “Come over to the toilet stalls?” You put your phone back in the pocket of your trousers and walked towards the toilets.

“Changgu?” You asked when you opened the door to the stalls. No response. After you closed the door, you asked again. This time, your boyfriend did come out of one of the stalls. Before walking over to you, he checked all the locks of the stalls. All were green. You were still standing in front of the, now closed, bathroom door, looking at Changgu slowly approaching you. You took a few steps back until you were against the door. He kept getting closer and closer, until only a few inches were left between your faces. “Do you like what you’ve been seeing today, love? How are you feeling?” You gulped again, the second time today. “I… I… You look… You look very good… Your… Your body… Your body is very nice looking…” It felt like your entire vocabulary had been snapped away by him. “Tell me what you feel baby, have you ever felt this way before?” His tone was so patronising, but you couldn’t help but answer him. “It… It feels nice… I feel weird, it’s all so new…” A smirk appeared on Changgu’s face. “Y/N, I can see right through you, you know that right? Do you know how cute you look right now?”

Your mouth opened, but words refused to come out. The power he had over you was insane. “No response anymore? I guess you’re too embarrassed to admit how cute you are.” He took a small step forward, making the distance between your faces even smaller. He rested his hands next to your head against the door, trapping you with his body. “Do you want me to act on your feelings? Is that what you want me to do? Use your words.” The tension between you two made you almost break, and you knew you had to try and get at least a ‘yes’ out of your mouth.

“I-I think I do… I’m not sure what you are going to do though.” You managed to get a sentence out. Changgu removed his hands from the door and crossed his arms to think. His eyes scanned your entire body, starting with your head, going down to your feet and back to your head. He licked his lips and smirked. “I have an idea… but you’ll have to wait for tonight. The break is almost over and I have work to do.”

At this point, you really wanted to slap your boyfriend.

The devilish look he had on his face indicated that this was his plan all along, to only taunt and tease you for now. You pouted in the hopes that he would do at least something to help you along, but you didn’t know what to do to get him as desperate as you. And honestly, you were almost certain you wouldn’t succeed based on the way he was acting. The only thing you could do was wait until after the photoshoot.

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[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.

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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.

[adachicuto]

fall with changgu

warning: food mentions

gifting everyone scented candles and really soft blankets just for the heck of it and also because changgu is just so sweet. the little gifts wouldn’t surprise any of the ptg members bc changgu would do this year round but they’d appreciate it so much

standing outside together and sighing in relief when the weather would finally cool down and being grateful for the break from the heat of the summer

you’d come home after a long day and changgu would be waiting for you in the kitchen with hot tea or cocoa to help you relax before he’d gently nudge you towards the bathroom for a shower and he’d make you both something to eat

i definitely think he’d like to take lots of nature pictures every chance he’d get and he’d be so excited to show you how good they’d come out. changgu would probably have a an entire drawer dedicated to film and things for his camera and he’d organize them by season

so your home would be full of the really nice pictures that changgu took and being the sweetheart that he is, he’d give some of his favorite pictures to the rest of ptg

having him make sure you’d be warm enough every morning before work and even if you’d assure him that you are, he’d still send you off with an extra hoodie, scarf, or hat bc he’d care about you so much

going to a park on days when the weather would be mostly sunny and windy. the two of you would grab coffee or tea from a nearby café before you’d both find a bench to sit and just take everything in. there would be many moments where you would catch him staring but you’d find it so cute and when you’d tell him he’d blush

building a pillow fort and staying inside on rainy days to watch movies or tv shows with your favorite foods and drinks. if you’d fall asleep before changgu expect him to show you the cute pictures he took of you bc he’d be in awe the next day and vice-versa if he’d fall asleep

making homemade cookies and other things with the rest of ptg on your days off and it’d definitely be chaotic at first but everyone would kinda calm down after a solid hour before it’d pick up again bc someone would challenge others to a dance battle (probably kino)

also, watching baking shows together bc after hongseok would mention it the two of you would be hooked bc of the food but also bc it’d just become one of those things that you’d enjoy together

changgu would bring up the idea of writing each other little thank you notes each day. so, you’d both read them to each other before bed every night and it would be the sweetest thing to remind each other what you’re grateful for and how you appreciate time spent together

fall with changgu, like any other season and for every moment spent with him, would be so wholesome. his presence would make you feel so calm and his sweet actions would leave you feeling so warm and light

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

GOD THE CHANGGU PICTURES????? got me FUCKED UP!!!!!! sub Changgu tho???? Fuck that's a concept 😳

Listen sub Changgu in a big shirt that’s falling off his shoulder, messy hair and looking up at you with big glassy eyes and a pretty pout. A cute service sub he just wants to make you feel good. Any little touch makes his heart race and when you grab his jaw his breath hitches.

And the second you open your legs and tell him to make you feel good his tongue is dragging through your folds and he’d gripping at your thighs. He’d draw his tongue over your clit in just the movements he knows you love and you’d let out sighs and hums for him, praising him and telling him how well he was doing while pulling on his hair slightly.

Every moan you let out, every word of praise, and every tug of his hair or squeeze of your thighs around his head has him moaning and whining and pressing closer to you, working hard to make you cum and murmuring that he just wants to taste you, shyly asking if he’s doing a good job.

[kyswoo]

Pentagon reaction

having a kid with them

pairing: yandere!pentagon x reader

genre: yandere au, fluff(?), some angst idk???

request: "can you do a yandere pentagon reaction to having a kid with their s/o?"

masterlist 🌸

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°•Jinho

the kid is like the physical representation of your love, so he will cherish them as much as he cherish you, the kid basically shows everyone that you are his

usually he treats your child really well and gives them everything they want, so they might become a little spoiled

but if the kid do something that annoys him he might yell and ground them

you have to tell him to not be so harsh on them since they're just a kid

since he doesn't want the kid to be afraid of him or something, he will give them something to make them happy

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°•Hui

you know he can get violent sometimes so you are afraid he might do something to your kid, so you are always around them

he gets jealous you give your child so much attention so he just ignores the kid whenever they come to him

your child might ask you something like "does dad hates me?", hearing it makes you feel so bad, so you try to make Hui pay more attention to them, he might give them some gifts from time to time but that's it

your kid ends up getting scared everytime you two argue because he can be really loud, so eventually they get afraid of bothering him and try to stay away from him

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°•Hongseok

he doesn't hates neither loves your child,

if they ask him something, like if they want to eat something or buy something he will gladly do it

but if they try to make a fuss he will just say something to scare them making your kid run to you crying

when you tell him to not say such things to your child he will just say he didn't said anything like that and tell you to control your kid better

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°•Shinwon

just like Jinho, he thinks the child is like a extension of you

so he will actually take good care of your kid, showering them with love

he would be like a very overproctive dad, not letting them out very often and controlling everything they do and every step they make

he will do everything he can to make them happy as well, because he knows you care about them a lot so if they are happy you will also be happy

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°•Yeo One

he will try to take good care of your kid, but he does get jealous whenever you give more attention to your child than him

he would get all pouty and you have to give him a lot of attention later

or else he would think it's all your kids fault and ignore or say something mean to them

besides that he would spoil your kid a lot so you think he is a good dad, but if you are not around he would just ignore them as well

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°•Yanan

he won't pay a lot of attention to your kid too, if he is in a good humor he might buy them a gift or something

but he doesn't likes seeing you give them so much attention and leaving him aside

so if the kid does anything that annoys him he would take it out on you

"if you didn't spoil them so much I wouldn't have to do this" your kid starts being afraid of him doing something to you, so they are always quiet when he is around

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°•Yuto

he is always taking care of your kid so you wouldn't give them too much attention and forget about him

so this way he can get more your attention than your child

if your child misbehave is all your fault because he treats them well, so you are the one that have to be punished

but he still tries to make you stay away from them as much as he can

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°•Kino

he actually likes the idea because it's one more excuse for you to stay with him

"I mean it's our kid, they need both their parents right?" he keeps saying this so you won't even think of leaving him

he is always close to your kid because that makes you stay close to him too

he tells your kid about how everything changed once he met you, so they might think it's a normal behavior to do what he does

(I wouldn't be surprised if your child became a yandere too)

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°•Wooseok

he doesn't really know how to take care of them so he usually just do what you ask him to do

he knows you would be upset if he didn't treat them well so he tries to spoil them as much as he can

if the kid throws a tantrum or something he will just ignore them and leave it for you

but whenever the kid needs something he will do everything he can to satisfy them