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☼ BEAUTY QUEEN — enhypen x f!member!reader
youtube compilation (name) my beauty queen, 1.3 million views
note, the 2 girls during clip 2 are ocs dont mind them
clip 1
— “noona,” jungwon called you over to him and niki. he had just confessed to once getting valentines day chocolate from one of his friends.
“hmm?” you pushed your hair over your shoulder, making sure it didn’t get stuck in your clothes.
“noona, have you ever gotten white day chocolate?” niki asked, looking up at you.
the camera panned to you, “yeah,��
they both ooh’ed, teasing you as you smiled awkwardly, “how many times?”
embarrassed, you laughed and turned away from them. they protested loudly, catching the attention of your bandmate and old classmate, jay.
“what? what?”
“hyung! you and noona were classmates right?”
“yeah,”
“have you ever seen her getting white day chocolate?”
jay nodded, “yeah. she once had a whole bag filled,”
you protested, not wanting him to make the information public, “jay! shut up!”
“eh?!” niki’s mouth fell open and jungwon looked at you in shock, “seriously?!”
jay nodded, laughing at your flustered expression, “didn’t you have two full bags in our third year?”
“JAY!”
clip 2
— jay entered first, then sunghoon, then you. you were half hidden behind sunghoon until you stepped out onto the white platform where the boys made space for you between them and you properly came into view of the other contestants.
“wha,,”
you were too far away and too nervous to hear the sounds of awe coming from the others. two of the girls that were already seated, leaned closer to each other, “is that fair? her face?” they giggled, eyes zoomed on you. “don’t let me stand beside her,, seriously. i’ll look like a trashcan,”
you chuckled nervously, “they’re all staring,”
jay leaned closer to you, “aren’t you used to that?”
you rolled your eyes at him and he smiled.
“she’s seriously pretty,”
“very pretty,”
“(name) has a pretty voice,” bang sihyuk put his papers on the desk, “and she’s a strong performer,”
“ah,” rain and zico made noises in acknowledgement. “she looks like a manhwa character,” zico commented, laughing along with the other two when they saw how the contestants kept stealing glances at you.
clip 3
— “(name)!” the radio host turned to you, eyes on the cue card.
you peaked up, ignoring heesung calling you cute.
“there is a rumor going around,” the host's eyes went to you.
your nose scrunched up, already knowing what was to come.
“that when you were in school,, your desk was so filled with letters and gifts that it broke,”
your band members snickered while your face flushed in embarrassment. you shook your head and waved your hands around, “‘t’s not true, it’s- ah,,” you hid your face in your hands, “over exaggeration,” you managed through the embarrassment. the boys burst out laughing, clapping and hollering.
jake, who was sitting next to you, ran his hand up and down your back in comfort through his laughter.
“it’s true! it’s true!” jay laughed even harder when you protested his words. when everybody calmed their laughter (except niki, who found your embarrassment the best entertainment), you repeated your denial.
“it’s not true. but,,” you hesitated and the boys and host chuckled again, “there was a lot on the last day before summer vacation,”
jay, your ever so helpful, ex classmate, opened his mouth, “so many it letters they fell of her desk,”
“JAY!!”
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Rock Bottom | PJM
⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader
⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, angst, fluff, smut, establishedrelationship!AU, marriage! AU
⇢ Synopsis: When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?
⇢ Song Rec: Rock Bottom by Hailee Steinfeld, Teach Me by Kyle Dion, Sorry by Heize, Home by Ailee and Yoon Mirae, Tide by Woodz, Pride and Prejudice by ZICO and Suran, Want You Back by 5SOS
⇢ Word Count: ~4.7K
⇢ Warnings: brat OC, anger issues in here, this is honestly a sad angsty au, workaholic Jimin, frustrated OC and frustrated Jimin, unprotected sex, Jimin doesn't care about sleep, OC may be lacking some self-respect but Jimin will fix that for her
⇢ Authors note: After a long time without writing, I'm back. I loved writing this. It was supposed to be a Jungkook one-shot like always, but then I realized that it fits Jimin's vibe so much better. So I decided to change it up :)) Really like how it turned out tho. Enjoy <3
You loved Jimin with all your heart.
You loved him more than you had ever loved anyone else. Five years into your marriage and he still erupted the most euphoric butterflies in your stomach. A thousand of them. Everything from his voice, to the way he snored softly when he slept, to the way he looked at you... You loved him.
Your life with Jimin felt like a fairytale. Always had. You married in a botanic garden after 4 years of secret dating, with all his and your family and friends by your side. You bought a house together right after, figuring the one you had been living in until then wasn't big enough for a future family, and have been living in it together for four years now.
Tonight was the fourth anniversary of your marriage. Four years since Jimin officially became yours and you became his.
So you had asked your boss to leave work earlier today and rushed home, at 5 PM, to prepare Jimin's favorite dish. You also bought vanilla-scented candles and an extra pretty table towel on the way home. You texted Jimin a quick 'can u be home by 9?' and got a 'yup, I'll be there' back. You were sure Jimin didn't remember what today meant - but you didn't blame him and didn't even have the strength to get mad at him. He was a busy man and you knew his work required his full attention. Most of the time, you stood in second place in his priorities. And, surprisingly, after four years of dating him and another four of being married to him, you had gotten used to that.
You took a shower after the food was ready and the table set, at 7:55 PM, and put on the prettiest, sexiest lacy black lingerie you owned - the one you knew Jimin loved. You squeezed into the tightest black dress you saw after searching your walk-in closet, and the prettiest high heels. You let your hair natural and loose like you knew Jimin liked and did your make-up - red lips and a pointed eyeliner. You looked amazing.
All for Jimin.
At 9 PM you headed downstairs and sat down patiently at the dinner table, after lighting the candles. At 9:30 PM you texted Jimin a 'u coming?' and at 10 PM you still had no answer. At 11 PM, you looked out the window, searching for his black shiny car and at midnight you were blowing out the candles that were almost completely melted at this point. You headed upstairs, finally losing all hope that Jimin would still show up to have an anniversary dinner with you, his wife, because, after all, it wasn't your birthday anymore. You hadn't seen your husband at all throughout the whole day, since he had chosen to sleep in the dorms the prior night - always the busy man.
At 2 AM Jimin wasn't home yet and you weren't asleep, because you had started to worry. What if something had happened? Jimin would call if he noticed he wouldn't be able to make it home at 9, right? So at 2:20 AM, when Jimin got to his car to head home and turned on his phone, after turning it off to focus on his work, he noticed the 14 missed calls and 9 worried text messages. All from you.
At 2:35 AM you heard the bedroom door open and you sighted in relief watching Jimin coming through it, from your seating position in your bed, under the covers. You didn't say a word, noticing Jimin's late realization of the compromise he had missed - if you hadn't left the table set in the dining room, you're pretty sure he probably wouldn't be aware of it yet. You laid down, ripping your disappointed gaze from his, with your back against him.
"Baby..." you heard him mutter and closed your eyes "I'm sorry I forgot, I didn't know you had prepared dinner for us-"
"Don't talk Jimin," you interrupted, knowing there was no way that Jimin would be able to make you feel better or make himself feel better right that moment. Hot-headed Y/N wasn't cool to talk to. "Let me sleep."
Jimin didn't say a thing. You heard the ruffling of his clothes being thrown to the armchair inside your walk-in closet. His steps towards the bathroom sounded heavy and slow - tired.
You knew Jimin was tired. He had been having full days of practice, producing and recording, for the new album. You did understand how he could forget the dinner, but the fact that he did forget just reminded you how you'd never be at the top of his mind, like he was at the top of yours, all the time. And, no matter how you tried to push it to the side, it still hurt.
Jimin, on the other side of the door that separated you guys' bathroom and bedroom, couldn't feel worse for leaving you waiting after seeing the pretty dress you had worn for him thrown across the bathroom bench and your heels neatly placed on the tiled floor, next to the door. When he got back inside the bedroom, he heard the quiet sobs you were trying to hide from him, your shaking back facing his side of the bed, and your shiny hair laid out on the bed, on top of his pillow.
Jimin felt bad, but he couldn't understand why you'd be so upset over a missed dinner. He knew you had gotten dressed up and had cooked for him - but you could have dinner tomorrow or eat the food you had prepared and that he knew was delicious by lunch.
Your anniversary was the furthest thing from his mind.
"Y/N, can we talk?". When you didn't answer, he placed a gentle hand on your exposed shoulder, turning your body towards him. "I know you're not asleep, baby."
"Leave me alone," you cried, turning around abruptly to get rid of Jimin's hand, which was now rubbing your arm. Jimin's heart clenched when your eyes finally rested on his and he saw the pain behind your teary gaze.
"I'm sorry," Jimin whispered, not bothering your aggressiveness and still resting his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. "We can have lunch tomorrow, or you can put on your dress and heels and I'll take you to an expensive restaurant," he laughed lightly watching you roll your eyes at him.
"I wanted to have dinner tonight, Jimin," you whined, trying to wipe your tears away. Jimin laid down next to you, evolving your waist in his strong arms and pulling your body closer to his, now face-to-face. He kissed the tip of your nose and your tear-stained cheeks, smiling at how adorable you looked to him with pouted lips and wet lashes.
"Why's that? Tomorrow the weather is gonna be better than tonight, tonight is cold. I can take you out tomorrow and you won't be cold in that dress," he joked while your lips parted in realization. He still hadn't remembered what today had been.
You knew Jimin had forgotten what day today was. But you thought that seeing the dinner laid out on the dinner table had reminded him that tonight was your fourth anniversary. He couldn't really think you'd prepare such a fancy dinner just for fun, right? "Are you kidding me?" you asked, your gaze regaining the anger it had lost shortly. The panic was back in your husband's eyes and he didn't know what was wrong now. "Do you even know what today is?"
"Wha-"
"Jimin, today was the 6th of April. Do you know what that means?" you asked and when Jimin's eyes wandered around the space behind you, looking for an answer, you grabbed his arm and lifted it off your waist, getting up from your bed.
Not only had Jimin forgotten your birthday, but he was also completely unaware of what the 6th of April was supposed to mean like it wasn't the day he had gotten married to you - what did that say about him? what did it say about what you meant to him? and above all that, what did it say about your relationship?
"Y/N, calm down. I'm sorry. I don-don't... I can't remember," he said, his tone getting smaller and smaller. He rubbed his temples, trying his best so that something would come to his mind. Nothing.
"Oh my god, Jimin," you laughed ironically, covering your face with both your hands, as tears started forming in your eyes once again. "You really don't know what happened on the 6th of April?"
Jimin didn't answer, looking at you with confused eyes. "Why am I not surprised?" you chortled, almost sounding mean to Jimin. "This is what always happens! You're always too busy. Too busy with work. Too busy to take care of yourself! Too busy to take care of me! Too busy to even think of me-"
"That's not true, I'm always thinking of you-"
"Oh! Is that why you missed our fucking fourth birthday dinner tonight?" you screamed, interrupting him and watching his eyes get wide and his lips part. "You are way too busy, Jimin. You don't have time for anything other than work," you whispered as he stood up from bed to stand closer to you.
"I'm s-so sorry," he whispered. "I totally forgot..."
"I know, that's the problem, Jimin! You are the love of my life and you are my priority, always."
"Y/N, please-"
"Let me talk." you raised your hand to stop him and he did just that, pressing his lips together in a straight line and resting both his hands on his hips. "What I'm saying is, I'm never gonna be your priority-"
"Y/N, you are my priority!" he couldn't help but burst that out, running a frustrated hand through his messy dark blonde hair. He sighed, looking at you as your disappointed eyes bored into his tired ones. "I work a lot. I'm rarely home. There are days we don't even see each other. But I work so that I can support a future with you. A future with kids. A future where I can keep buying your fancy dresses and taking you to expensive restaurants-"
"You could buy me the fanciest dress in the world and it wouldn't matter a thing if you still showed up at home at three in the fucking morning." you interrupted, your voice sounding even angrier than it was before. "Jimin, I couldn't care less about that shit. I didn't marry you for your money. I don't care about fancy dresses or expensive restaurants. I lived without those things before meeting you, and I can live without them now!" you exclaimed and Jimin lowered his head, looking at the floor. "I married you because I love you. You! Not your money!"
"I know that-"
"It doesn't seem like you do. When was the last time we had a meal together? When was the last time you took me out on a date? And I'm not asking you to take me to a fucking expensive restaurant, I'm asking for a stroll in the park! Or maybe a picnic! I'm just asking for you to take me to go eat fucking ice cream or some shit!" you paused, taking a deep breath as Jimin sat back in your shared bed, looking down and fidgeting with his fingers. "When was the last time you touched me? We don't even have sex anymore, for God's sake!" Jimin poked the inside of his cheek at that and let out an entertained chuckle. "Really? Is that funny to you?" You asked, angry as ever, and Jimin looked up at you.
"Can you stop yelling?" he asked with the calmest voice you'd ever heard coming from him as he stood up once again to stand right in front of you, with his face inches away from yours. "Y/N, if what you wanted was sex, you could've just said that." he spat out, anger and annoyance filling his voice tone.
Instinct spoke louder than you as you raised a hand as if about to slap him, but Jimin was faster than you, grabbing your forearm to prevent you from doing something you surely would regret later. "Don't go there," he said sternly, with a grave deep voice.
You looked at him angrier than he had ever seen you, with a clenched jaw and fisted hands. You shook your arm, letting Jimin's hand fall, and ran your fingers through your wild hair. "Fuck you," you whispered before walking out of the bedroom. You walked towards the kitchen. Not even five minutes after you left the room, heavy footsteps could be heard throughout the walls. Until you felt his presence by the kitchen door even though you had your back to him.
“Do you think I stay at work this late because I want to? Don’t you think I’d much rather be home having dinner with you by 9?” he asked, his tone angry but still calm and collected. “It’s my work! I have no choice whether I want to do it or not-“
“Jimin, leaving work earlier one day wouldn’t be the end of your career, I’m telling you,” you mocked sarcastically and could feel Jimin rolling his eyes, even without facing him.
“I’m sorry I missed dinner, but it’s not like I was out partying with the boys. I was working. I’ve been working since 7 AM. I was supposed to go sleep in the dorms so I wouldn't have to wake up even earlier tomorrow, but I still came home, because you asked me to. The last thing I need is for you to spend the night mad at me” he sighed when you finally turned around, to show him that his speech hadn't had that much of an effect. You were still mad. Very mad.
“You came home because ‘I asked you',” you mimicked, “not because you wanted to see me after not seeing me for two whole days?”
“Oh my fucking god” Jimin growled and looked up at the ceiling before running both his hands through his hair.
“And so what? You’re tired! But am I supposed to just shut up and don't be mad when you forget our marriage's fourth anniversary? I'm sorry for expressing my feelings-"
"Can't we just have dinner tomorrow?" he interrupted. The annoyance back to his voice.
"Jimin, go to sleep." You finished, leaning against the balcony behind you and looking down at the floor.
"No! What the fuck do you want me to do now? I already said I'm sorry! What do you fucking want now?!" it was his turn to yell now. The anger of expecting to come home to a warm bed and coming home to an angry wife was finally getting to him. "I come home absolutely exhausted and you still manage to keep me up and yelling, like I had the easiest day of my life! Stop being so selfish, for fuck's sake!"
You looked up at that and felt your eyes tearing up once again. You stood up straight and walked past him, towards the bedroom. You grabbed your pillow and a warm blanket. "What are you doing, Y/N? Jimin asked, and you wouldn't deny the tiredness was already showing in his voice. "Go to sleep, I'll stay on the couch."
"Stop, Y/N, please," he muttered and you turned to face him.
"Jimin, I don't want you to do anything. I get it, you were working and you're sorry. I know you're sorry. But my point is, how many times are you gonna keep saying sorry? Because I don't know for how much longer I'll be okay with being left behind for your career."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I don't know whether I can stay in this marriage if I keep being forgotten like this," you shrugged with teary eyes and watched Jimin tilting his head to the side while the anger in his eyes subsided. His eyes quickly got teary and he held up his hand to grab at your right arm, trying to prevent you from leaving the bedroom you two shared.
You shook your arm from his grip and turned your back on him, walking out of the bedroom and closing the door behind you.
And no, it wasn't okay with you to go to sleep angry at him. You weren't that type of couple. You worked things out before going to bed. But you knew how tired he was. He was supposed to wake up at 5:30 AM the morning after and you were supposed to wake up just an hour after him. You knew that if you kept fighting, neither of you would get any sleep. You and Jimin were two people with strong personalities and whenever you two fought over something it did not end up quickly. Besides that, you two had never fought like this. Had never had an argument that caused either of you to question the worth of your marriage. This was your rock bottom.
But you hated that you weren't sleeping in your bed, in your husband's arms. And it was impossible to fall asleep, no matter how careful you and Jimin had been to choose the most comfortable couch in the store when you bought your house. No matter the position or how many times you turned - you couldn't fall asleep.
It was 4 AM when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
You felt Jimin coming closer to your frame on the couch and kneeling down next to it. "You're sleeping?" he whispered and you mumbled a tiny 'no'.
"Can I sleep in here?" he asked and you made space on the couch for him to slip under the blanket with you, which he did quickly. He enveloped your waist in his strong arms and buried his face in the crook of your neck as if nothing had just happened. "Please, don't leave me," he whispered against the skin of your neck. You stayed quiet, just taking your hands to envelope his neck and pull him closer. "I don't think I can make it without you. I've been awake the past hour trying to find a way to stay less time at work and more time with you, but I can't find one. I don't think there's any way to solve this."
It was completely dark in the living room, and that just made this feel much more intimate than it was supposed to. "But I love you," he whispered again. "I love you too," you answered and felt a light kiss on your neck.
"I'm sorry for not being able to give you the life you deserve. I promise you that one day all this activity in my career will calm down and I'll be able to give you everything you deserve, but for now I can't fix anything we're going through. But we can fight for this, okay? We can keep up with my schedule and with yours. We can keep coming home to a warm bed. We can keep building a future for us both and for our future family. We can keep fighting every time there's something wrong, without really getting to solve anything. If you're up for it, I'll gladly stay up until 4 AM, if it means we can be alright in the end. But please, don't leave me. I love you. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you. And you're not behind my career. You're always at the top of my mind, but work is work. And when I'm working with the boys I can't just bail on them and let them work alone. I really hope you understand that."
And by now, you were already washed in tears. Jimin could feel your wet tears on his neck. "I'm sorry, baby," you cried and Jimin lifted his face from your neck, to look you in the eyes. Even with the almost absolute darkness of the room, he could still figure out your beautiful features.
"You have nothing to be sorry about. I understand why you'd be mad at me-"
"No, I'm sorry, I should have been more understanding, or at least wait until you were well-rested. I'm sorry for making you fight with me for like half an hour. And I'm sorry for trying to slap you, I don't know what that was..."
"I love you. I don't care how bad we fight, I still love you. I always will," he whispered as his face got closer to yours. You could feel his light breath on your lips. "And I was being a jerk when that happened so you're fine."
"I love you too," you answered as you let out a soft giggle, to which Jimin smiled. You raised your head from the pillow, to softly press your lips against Jimin's to seal your reconciliation. His pillowy lips moved softly against yours, as he put one hand on the back of your head, to deepen the kiss. You heard him moaning against your lips as his other hands moved from your waist to your ass. "You should get some rest babe," you said, pulling away from him.
"No, let me make you feel good," he whimpered as his lips were redirected at your neck, sucking your skin and leaving love bites on his way, as his hands moved towards the hem of his your t-shirt, taking it off in a heartbeat and throwing it to the floor, next to the sofa.
You moaned as he pressed his thigh to the middle of your legs, urging him to go faster. His t-shirt and sweatpants quickly joined your oversized t-shirt on the floor, and soon he was panting against you as you raised your hips to create some friction between your crotches.
Jimin reached down, palming your still-covered pussy, with his whole palm. "How are you so wet?" he asked as you moaned and slightly trusted your hips up against his hand. "How are you so hard?" you asked back, teasing him as his hard length pressed against your thigh. You heard Jimin chuckle and felt him pushing your panties to the side, and running two of his fingers through your slit.
"You have such a smart mouth don't you?" he asked ironically, shoving his, now, soaked fingers inside your mouth. Your lips, quickly wrapped around his long fingers, sucking on them. He reached down with his other hand, to plunge two fingers inside your pussy. You moaned against his hand, which he quickly retracted from your mouth, just to press his lips against yours once again. He started fingering you, making scissor motions inside of you to try and prepare you for him. "How are you always so tight?" he groaned after you pulled away from the kiss to let out a series of moans from how good his fingers felt inside of you.
"After you not fucking me for so long, I'd be surprised if I wasn't," you teased once again, chuckling and Jimin rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"You're so annoying, baby," he answered, starting to finger you faster as you threw your head back on the couch, giving him enough space to suck the skin of your neck as if he hadn't marked you enough earlier. "Do you think you're ready for me?"
"Yes, baby, please. I want you inside me, please," you mewled and Jimin moaned hearing your cries of pleasure so close to his ear, after so long.
And in a second he roughly shoved his entire length inside of you, as you both let out loud groans of pleasure. Having Jimin inside you never failed to blow your mind. Everything from his length to his girth felt overwhelming. And you loved it. Sex with Jimin felt better than with any other man you had been with before - firstly because Jimin knew what he was doing, and second because you had never been in love with someone as much as you are with Jimin.
Patience had never been your forte, and it showed when Jimin decided to stay still to let you get used to him, but you rose your hips urging him to keep going. It did burn but you liked the slight pain of having Jimin inside you. So he kept going, first slowly, but he quickly grew as impatient as you and started to pick up his pace. Until his hips were crashing against yours, with one of his hands grabbing your waist to stabilize you two. One of his forearms was supporting Jimin's body, next to your head. You reached forward to press your lips to Jimin's in a heated kiss. You two moaned and growled against each other lips, as your hips started to thrust upwards against Jimin's and soon enough you were both in a frenzy on the couch.
Jimin moved one of his hands from your waist to your cheek, softly caressing it. “Baby, are you close?” he moaned loudly. “Hum? I can’t last much longer- Ah… Baby, you feel so good around me.”
“I’m so close baby, just keep going. Please, just a little more… Please,” you moaned and Jimin stopped his movements for a couple seconds after hearing you pleading for him. He knew that he was way too close and you weren’t helping. You begging for him had always been one of his biggest weaknesses.
“Anything for you,” and just like that, his hops were back at it, full speed and thrusting with a strength you hadn’t felt before.
Jimin's and your loud moans were a clear indication of how close you both were. And when you enveloped both your arms around Jimin's thick neck and he thrust himself inside you one last time, before falling on top of you, you came together. Your insides milked him as he kept thrusting his hips softly against yours.
"I love you," you heard him sigh, breathless, against your neck.
"I love yo-"
Beep. Beep. Beep.
5:30 AM. It was Jimin's time to get up and you looked at him as he reached for his phone, on top of the coffee table. "That's my cue," he chuckled, still breathless. And you looked at him in pity.
"You didn't even get to sleep, baby."
"You gave me enough oxytocin to last the whole day. Also, it's not the first time I stay up the whole night. You try to get some sleep, you still have some time," he whispered, still trying to leave your warm embrace.
"Can't you ask the boys to meet up like an hour later or so?" you asked, tightening your arms around his neck, so he wouldn't be able to leave.
"No... Hoseok would kill me," Jimin answered, smiling at your attempt to keep him close.
"If you faint, I will kill you."
"If I faint, I will blame it on you, you sex-starved woman! Always tiring me out!" he laughed against your neck and you slapped his strong shoulder. He raised his head, pressing a soft and long kiss against your lips. "I'll go get ready. Bye baby, see you tonight."
You didn't answer, just resting your head on the soft pillow, already starting to drift off to sleep, just before hearing Jimin scream from the main door.
"Be ready at 8:30! And think where you want to go get dinner."
Jimin wasn't home at 8:30 that night.
He arrived at 10:25 PM, but as you looked into his tired and apologetic eyes, when he stepped inside your house, with flowers in one hand and a bag of KFC takeaway in the other, you knew that no matter how many times Jimin said 'i'm sorry', he'd always mean it. And that was what truly mattered because for as long as he meant it, you knew he loved you. And you loved him.
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Addicting Taste ~ Chapter 1 ~
Ongoing Series
Synopsis: Enishi Yukishiro was on a mission to execute his piece de la resistance. A plan to avenge his beloved sister. Until you showed up, rattling open the icy closed gates of his heart. Will you be a part of his downfall or will you try to save him?
Pairing: Enishi Yukishiro x fem reader oc
Genre: strangers to lovers, sunshine and grumpy, slow burn, a lot of fluff, occasional smut, angst by the bucket
Words: 6.7k +
A/N: I couldn’t hold back anymore and had to make a fic for Enishi. It won’t exactly follow the Rurouni Kenshin timeline for now but it will later develop into it. This is the first chapter in the series with more chapters coming. It is a reader insert as I couldn’t help but indulge myself in it completely. Powered by Mackenyu’s outstanding portrayal of Enishi’s character in Rurouni Kenshin: The Final, I hereby present you a story ripped from the figments of my mind. I hope you’ll love their story as much as I do. Enjoy lovelies, Paula.
Also thank you @eureka-its-zico for supporting me with this and getting me writing again 🫶
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“Just how stupid are you?”
A loud smack echoed in the room upon connecting with his cheek, heavy rugged palm twisting his face to the side. He clicked his jaw menacingly, facing forward once more with another devilish smirk.
“You thought you could just get away with it?”
Another heavy punch collided with his face, this one making him drop to his knees. He might have been kneeling, completely at the mercy of someone with much more power in command, but this show of authority trying to assert him into submission did absolutely nothing for him.
Lest the displeasure of being Shanghai's commander in chief's unexpected catch of the night. Maybe even the catch of his whole career.
“You’re a fool.”
Heard that one before, he prepared to spit out like burning acid crawled out of his throat.
Just as the rims of his mouth opened to let the words out, he got cut off by an uppercut digging hard under his chin, throwing his body backwards. He tasted iron on his lips. The force of the blow made blood pool in his mouth surprisingly. He didn't think the old man capable of this much damage but as it turns out he had a thing for facial damage. A pleasure Enishi wanted so badly to return.
Spitting it out through clenched teeth at the side, staining the limestone carpet with crimson splotches to redecorate the man's office with a little color. He would've added other shades of red to the whole carpet, rounding it up on each and every shimmering golden seam until everyone in the room contributed. If only his hands were not bound behind his back, constricting most of his movement.
The man standing tall before him left his face full of cuts and bruises. But that was the least of Enishi’s worries right now.
Many months were spent tracking down the biggest shipment of weapons set to leave Shanghai for Kanagawa. Tonight, Enishi’s men were supposed to rob the storage by the docks completely dry before the ship set sail in the morning with empty cargo. But it turned out to be a harder task than it was intended to be.
He couldn't tell where it all went wrong.
Was it just bad luck? That would've been a first under the remarkable security he had around the area.
Was it a tip-off from the inside? Highly unlikely. If that was the case, he would've smelled the motherfucker who chirped before they even thought it possible to cross him.
Whatever it was, changed the course of the whole plan, rendering it nothing short of a total fail.
That fail was also what led to his current position - with his hands tied roughly behind his back, bloody with his patience running thinner with each breath, lying on the floor of the most secure precinct in Shanghai.
A few hours ago
“These dumplings are amazing,” you sighed happily, munching on three baozi dumplings at once.
The lady vendor grimaced at you. Well, less at you and more at your clear lack of manners since you were practically inhaling the soft dough before it even landed in the palm of your hands like a famished grizzly bear.
Leftover crumbs decorated the edges of your lips as you chomped down on the dumplings. You forgot all about etiquette when the food literally melted in your mouth. Heaven was definitely found in food and not in the afterlife and these little desserts were the very proof of it. Your stomach also agreed with that claim every time your mouth touched dumplings in any shape, form or filling.
Who could resist those plump, freshly made babies?
Not me. Ya'll stay safe though.
A little boy walked by with his mother when he caught sight of the dumpling cart. He ran to the cart gluing his face to the glass to watch the lady work the next batch. His breaths fogged up the glass as he gaped at the steaming dumplings in awe and adoration. But when he turned his head and saw the way you were devouring the small pastry like a goblin from the woods his face turned to pure disgust.
What do you want child, you muttered, cheeks filled with the new cherry filling you were trying out. He said nothing, continuing to stare you down as if you had some unresolved business with him.
You were getting annoyed by his staring, so you shot the little boy a slightly threatening look in hopes he would turn back to watch the magic dough rather than try to make enemies with you. Instead he started crying, running off in the direction he came from. You watched until he got tinier and tinier, disappearing somewhere in the depths of the street.
His mother watched the whole exchange from behind you. Upon meeting her burning gaze, she regarded you with a condescending look then followed after her child.
You turned back to your dumplings, chewing slowly in guilt. It wasn't your fault children had the temperament of the unpredictable weather forecast. The vendor lady did not seem to share your opinion, pinning you with an icy authoritative glare typical of her generation. The one that usually scared off the youngsters.
“Can you leave before you scare all my clients away?” she said, irritated with the fact that you’ve been hogging her cart for the past half an hour and you didn't look like you would be leaving anytime soon.
“Listen lady, I am your only client. Plus, I could buy your whole cart if I wanted to. Just let me enjoy these,” you said with your mouth full, reaching for another bag of dumplings on sale. She smacked your hand away, looking down at the bags you were already holding safely on your chest.
“I’ll be the one leaving then," she hissed as she started to put away the steaming buns away and gathered all her tools, folding the cart faster than you could catch up to her. "You might spoil my dough from raising if I stay here any longer,”
“Wait! You can’t just leave -"
By the time you yelled after trying to stop her from leaving with the heaven-sent goodies, she was already gone. Old ladies really are a different breed these days, you thought. Cooking, knitting and chit-chatting were activities that seemingly didn't provide them with enough soul sucking out of people to their heart's content.
Anywho, there went your only meal for the day. At least it was a nice filling one to last you some time and kick in some energy your body desperately needed. You looked down at your stomach with a sigh, patting in a comforting manner before you turned to go on your own way.
The crisp air of mid-October made its presence felt as an icy gust blew against the sleeves of your cotton dress making the material flutter and fill you up with cold air. Your attire was nothing short of inappropriate for the lingering cold season, but the leather bits, like the corset laced up over your chest or the pants under it, kept a fraction of warmth with you.
The chilly weather made it harder to do any jobs, take out hitlist services not requested as much in this period of time. Rage requests usually came with the hot scorching summer rather than the fall of the first autumnal fog. That meant you never knew where your next meal would be coming from most of the time, so you powered through with anything you could find. Though your money was slowly running on empty, you always made sure to keep some aside for your delicacy cravings.
Only mad people walked the streets of Shanghai, the city of all things food confectionery, without indulging in at least one treat from the vendors. Broke or not, you emptied your pockets here on good measure.
There was a downside to all good things in life.
The once bustling street, buzzing with chatter and sizzling pans where savory and sweet scents danced in the air, turned awfully quiet with nightfall. It was the norm in this part of the city. Vendors were quickly packed away and activity was slowly coming to a halt in the wake of the coming night. Any normal person in these parts would know that being on the streets when the last flicker of daylight disappears wasn’t safe in the slightest.
Who would want to be out in the dark with the Shanghai mafia having a full blown war with the commander in chief on the streets until the early hours of dawn? Definitely no one in all faculties of the mind or at least some.
Clutching the rest of your dumplings closer, you made your way down the narrow pathways circling the outskirts of the city. As you padded the cobblestone road, windows hatched closed, doors shut and all light dimmed to ward off danger. The people of Shanghai lived in fear of this war every night. You did too. But at least you had weapons and could defend yourself in case of anything.
The place you resided in for the time being was just a hop down from the city docks. It was a modest room at the top of an abandoned jewelry shop, furnished with a desk, a small wardrobe, and a corner to store the little belongings you carried around. It was not the comfiest nor the safest place in the world, but it provided a space to roll your futon for the night and that was as good as anything.
The bags in your hands shuffled with each step you took. You cast a look at the buns, the delicious smell still wafting up to your nose even as they were covered and tucked inside the paper. On impulse, you bought a bunch of different flavors with all kinds of fillings you haven’t tried before. Just thinking of taste testing all of them made your mouth water and your step quicken with happy strides.
Whilst getting lost in your pastry daydreams, you were shaken back to earth by persistent yelling. As you were making your way further down to the docks, more agitated shouting ensued and the quick pace of your walk slowed down. You were far away from the entrance, unable to really see anything, but the growing commotion piqued your curiosity.
It wouldn’t hurt to take a closer look, right? It's in the way anyway, you shrugged.
Inching closer to the side of the docks entrance, you hid behind an abandoned fishing boat perched up on empty fishing crates. They might've been rusty from being left outside for god knows how long but they still smelled like few days old catch that went off. Ignoring the horrendous smell and tucking your petite form well enough so you wouldn’t be spotted, you looked over the edge of the boat to see what was going on.
Moving your eyes around you counted about twenty masked men, all dressed in black with swords attached to the hip. Mercenaries. You didn't need to see more than the blades and their eyes to be able to tell they were possibly wanted people.
Most of them were frantically rushing in and out of the biggest storage on the other side, holding cases filled with… guns?
As more of them came out you realized it wasn’t just guns - there was long and short range artillery, fuses, even more blades and all kinds of artisanal bombs. It looked like the place to be for pyromaniacs and sadists. Depending on which category took your fancy, there was something for every sin you wanted to commit, from arson all the way to testing out painful killing methods.
Whatever these guys were planning was nothing short of mass destruction.
“We’ve secured all the weapons, Master,” a shushed voice spoke in Japanese from your right. He came closer, standing right in front of the boat you were using as a hiding spot.
He looked about half a person in height. If a wild gust of wind blew his way he would most likely topple over and become dust. Besides that, what caught your attention was the unsure nature of his Japanese accent. He definitely wasn't Japanese but whoever he talked to just now was because they replied in a grave pronounced tone, one hundred percent of Edo origin.
“Good work,” said a deeper voice from the left as he approached too. The way he spoke those simple words was enough to make tremors run down your spine in sheer thrill.
Weird, you shook them off trying to get a better view of the owner of the voice. A curly, tangled mop of white hair entered your vision. The roots were darker than the silvery ends shimmering in the pale blue moonlight.
Damn, this guy was long overdue for a haircut. And a hair dye session. Who was this gramps?
Trailing your eyes further down you took in his sturdy physique that was outlined through the clothes he was wearing. Wait. This is no gramps body. You could tell he was trained in some kind of martial arts. No one just walked around with heaps of muscles like those. You could easily draw a map of the world between those wide shoulders if you focused hard enough on just what lay beneath those tight, crunched up cotton creases- Snap out of it, Miyu.
The loud crash of crates rattling to the floor brought you back to reality. You weren't supposed to be there, eavesdropping and peeking like a spy when these people could probably cut you to pieces in one breath.
I need to get out of here ASAP.
You couldn’t risk getting caught and brought in by the commander in chief. If he wasn’t alerted yet he sure got wind of things by now. That man definitely has mutant senses. You didn't need to get caught by this mafia either because from the looks of it they definitely were part of one.
The last thing you needed was them catching wind of your location. You've spent so long staying under the radar and now was not the time to advertise your whereabouts like you were the main specialty on sale in the morning newspaper.
I am void. I don’t care. I haven’t seen anything.
I am not getting involved with this.
Repeating that mantra several times in your head in order to calm down, you had to figure out a way to sneak out as smoothly as possible without alerting anybody. Not even a fly and especially not the strong muscular white mop of hair who hasn’t moved at all from his spot right in front of you. He was probably one of those people gifted with extended field of vision that could see the world in one side to side look like a bird, so any move or choked breath of yours would fall on his alarm sensors instantly.
After a quick scan of your surroundings, you came to two viable options that would help you avoid getting skewered: going left, straight through the docks and to your hideout located just on the other side; or going right, having to circle around the whole city to get back.
It wasn’t hard to figure out which one was safer. You’d rather go around the whole city as many times as you needed if it meant staying away from whatever they had planned. You just had to wait for the right time to make your way out.
Any minute now...
The two continued supervising the undercover operation, not once moving away. Not even one accidental turn of their heads somewhere else.
More like any day...
If you didn't know any better, you'd think they picked up on your scent and were just waiting for you to breathe through the wrong nostril before they jumped you. The singular possibility of that drenched your spine with cold drops of nervous sweat. You've done the stake out thing a million times before, but this one was somehow so different - gut twisting in churns and knots like you took a hit of deja vu different. Like disaster waited patiently at those rusty gates to catch and cradle you sweet like a lover from the very moment your eyes first laid on the docks tonight.
After an agonizing long while, the two men blocking your view finally moved, heading towards the rest of their squad on the other side of the docks. That was your chance. All you had to do was get set, lift your ass from the floor and sprint the hell out of there before someone caught you and made you fish food.
If only things would play out like that but they rarely do for normal people.
Raising to half your height, trying to keep cover behind the boat, you turned to the right. In your rush to escape, you missed a teeny tiny key detail that was in your way to freedom - a dark brown fishing cord extending from the boat to the other pile of empty crates behind you.
You didn't see it in the darkened confined space around you and if you did, you took notice of it too late, barely making it two steps before your leg tangled in it and you were falling face first to the hard concrete floor, taking the crates behind with you. Disaster caught up to you, smiling sickly at your futile attempt to escape so easily.
The steaming buns you tried so hard to keep close spilled all over the ground in the process. That was the least of your worries. What should've worried you was that you just made the loudest sounds known to man that were probably heard under the sea. The clangs from the metal cages rattling on top of each other before crashing to the ground with a thud, rolling into other piles like rumbling waves of a raging sea, echoing deafeningly in your ears.
Once they stopped, the loud screeching of the crates was replaced by the loud beating of your heart with the realization that your body was halfway exposed to the other side of the docks. In full view for anyone to snap your details. The danger alarm rang multiple times in your head but your body just refused to move.
There was nowhere for you to run without getting caught now.
I’m. so. fucked.
“What was that?” growled one of the masked goons on the other side.
Mophead stopped in his tracks, muscles in his back contracting with impending doom. He turned around swiftly, faster than a wild feline, locking eyes on you. Lifting your own gaze from your uncomfortable spot on the floor, you connected it with his. You choked on a breath caught halfway in your throat before it could reach your lungs.
Dark black eyes akin to predators that lurk in the dead of night pierced yours. They screamed murder. The ‘chop you apart for funsies’ kind of murder, in a silent, more maniacal and lethal manner than serial killers normally sported.
But something about those eyes caught you off guard. He was just a few feet away. Close enough to reach for you and squeeze the life out of you. Close enough to catch the blue hue outlining his pupils. Something about those eyes, though eerie and downright terrifying, awaking every urge to take off to safety, was so oddly familiar that it froze you in place.
Where have I seen these eyes before?
He seemed to be stuck in his own reverie, fixed on your own for a good while. A tilt of his head could only signal his confusion to your presence. Or was it recognition? It could be both.
You don’t even know how long you were both stuck soul searching each other until the roaring sound of gunfire descended down on the docks.
Breaking your staring contest apart, you frantically craned your head behind trying to locate where the firing came from. Then it dawned on you.
The commander in chief is here. Knowing him, he was just waiting for his cue to shine like the superstar pawn of the government he is.
Mophead set off in your direction, most likely to grab you, but he only managed to take a step before bullets lined up a few feet in front of him. With a low grunt, he spared you one last deadly stare marking you as a new enemy to his possibly extended list before retreating back to his gang.
The bullets flew closer and closer to your spot and the intense smell of gun powder filled your nostrils. This was your cue to exit stage. In any direction at this point.
You got to your feet in seconds, saving what was left of your steamed dumplings and made a run for it. A few bullets narrowly grazed the low ends of your dress but you quickly made it to the safety of a dark alleyway close by.
Checking on your precious dumplings in the crumpled paper bags, you saw most of them were unharmed and let out a breath of relief. Then you cursed yourself for leaving your weapons on your neatly folded futon the one time you could actually make use of them.
The blaring gunshots halted all of a sudden. The docks were quiet again. Way too quiet. Strange. Did they run out of ammo this fast? I thought the police got endless resources in that field. Nevermind that, the mob had thousands of them at hand, itching for a little assembling and bullets. A showdown between a gang and the authorities couldn't have just ended this fast. Something felt off.
You made sure the shadow of the brick wall covered you whole before peering over to the docks from the corner of the alley. Assessing the situation, you noticed that half of mophead’s party was shot down by the commander’s force. Blood was everywhere, splattered on the cement from the entrance as far as you could see. Possibly all the way to the other end of the pier. Big and burly bodies that were swarming the warehouse and executing orders just moments ago, now laid lifeless next to and on top of some of the crates filled with weapons. Some of them managed to flee the scene when the firing started, abandoning ship cowardly. The rest of them that were still alive and kicking were captured and put in restraints to be taken into custody, together with their leader who must have been a ticking bomb of rage on the inside by now.
The more you looked at it, you didn't take him for someone that would get caught so easily. He gave the impression of the superior kind of thug. The type that calculates and plans until all doubts, variables and collaterals were executed off the table.
Something didn't add up.
What is really peculiar was that this part of the harbor was not even on the open side, clearly to make the storing of arm supplies as reclusive as possible. But anyone who wanted a hit and run, quick and fast, could flee the scene absolutely undetected under the safety of nightfall. The only way you could get caught was if someone chirped like a hummingbird, loud and close to the commander's ear. You nearly giggled at the possibility until you took another look down at the pier and all amusement in you dissipated.
Maybe it was the smug look on the commander’s face as his men rounded up the thugs. Or the way most of his force came out from what looked like stationed places at the other end of the docks entrance. Even the sure nods the officers shared as they shoved the last of the goons to their knees behind their leader.
It almost seemed like they knew mophead and his crew were going to be here tonight, set on stealing the armament.
No way.
Was this a set up?
Back at the precinct
Enishi was fuming.
Things went sideways too quickly for his liking tonight. The only feasible explanation was that someone talked and he was going to make sure they weren’t seeing the light of day under his watch. Once he made it out of the shithole he was currently held in that was. Which seemed to be somewhere in the far future.
The old man ceased his relentless show of authority punches, changing the plate for questioning, trying to intimidate Enishi. Too bad. Having the man breathe opium smoke in his face did not phase him at all.
“I’m going to ask again," sneered the commander, puffing up his chest with another intake of the drug. "Why were you stealing weapons?”
His patience was running thin, beyond irritation, showing in the way the veins on his neck strained. But he could press on as much as he wanted. Enishi wasn’t going to give him shit.
“Either you talk or your good for nothing squad will suffer in your place.”
He really thought he did something with that line. Those men were disposable. The real ones waited back at the base. He wasn't mad to deploy them for a mission that was supposed to be easy. But this was probably the last time he employed outside resources for a mission.
“I don’t give two flying fucks about them,” spat Enishi. He hoped some of the drops of blood flew to land on the commander's face.
That geature only earned him another punch, this time deep to the stomach. The guards who were holding him let him drop to the floor, more blood dripping on the side of his mouth.
The commander handed his pipe to one of the officers, discarding his coat on a chair before letting his fingers work to roll the sleeves of his shirt up. He moved around his golden desk furniture with the grace of an old dragon, aware of the ways of the world. That was what he wanted his assailants to believe. Truth be told, he was nothing but a puppet for the higher ups.
“I guess I’ll have to beat it out of you then,” said the commander, cracking his knuckles.
Bracing for the commander’s punishment, his thoughts wandered somewhere else. Not to the mission. Not to the missing weapons. Not to his men. But to the girl who was there tonight, hiding behind the boat.
He wasn’t stupid. He sensed someone was eavesdropping from somewhere. It just wasn't in his benefit to do something about it when they weren't showing up to lay claim to the weapons or to stop him from taking them.
But you weren’t supposed to be there. You were a variable in his plan that he couldn’t have predicted. A wildcard? A hidden weapon he could've used? He didn't know. Where a handful of questions swarmed around in his head, three of them stood out the most, distracting him from the incoming hit to his side.
Why were you there tonight?
Who were you working for?
And where have I seen you before?
Ten armed guards at the front of the building. Another two securing the entrance from the inside. Five more moving around the halls. None on the top floor.
Bingo.
Sliding open the glass window on the roof of the precinct, you snuck in quietly. You landed down swiftly, arching your heels like a cat to keep you steady. Stealth mode switched on in your head as you carefully inspected your surroundings.
The top floor is clear.
Tightening the grip on your twin Remingtons, you straightened and advanced to the walls on your right, opposite to the railing on the other side overlooking the secured entrance. No one seemed to be on this level at all.
As you rounded the corners, you spotted a staircase going down to what looked like a meeting hall.
Angry shouting and what resembled the sound of slapping got louder the more steps you descended. Someone was either receiving a beating or they were just into kinky shit.
You were on the last three steps when a guard's boots fell in step close by. Aligning yourself with the wall, you became one with the shadows. You held your breath, keeping your heartbeat under control as well as any other signs that could get you spotted. On the inhale, he walked by. On the exhale, he continued on his path. As he got further away, you tilted your head towards the glass ceiling and released the breath you were holding.
This was a terrible idea.
What were you even doing here in the first place? This was not your fight.
But your conscience convinced you that you were somehow responsible for the unsuccessful outcome of mophead’s mission. Call it remorseful helping.
You weren’t supposed to be there tonight. It was just incidental. Your stupid craving for dumplings made you come out of your extremely comfortable refuge and one thing led to another and you found yourself in the middle of the crossfire. The very thing you hoped to avoid at all costs.
Without thinking too much of your bad choices for the day, you geared up to save mophead. You didn’t know why you were going this far for someone you didn’t know. But you felt needed for once in a while and like you finally had a job to do. That and the fact that the betrayal under his command hit a little too close to home.
There was something else that bothered you about your encounter with him. The moment he locked eyes with you was branded into your head like a burn wound. Your brain replayed it over and over again for no specific reason until it drove you crazy.
Those eyes bugged you to the world’s end. There was something so addicting and familiar to them. But you couldn’t recall where you’ve seen them before no matter how hard you tried.
You needed to find out who this man is. So, like any normal person looking for answers, you went to ask him. Well, you will ask him. As soon as you busted him out of the most secure precinct in Shanghai.
In the meeting hall
“This would be so much easier if you just talked,” yelled the commander in chief.
“How about… fuck you. Good talk,” said Enishi with a sick grin.
“You son of a—,” the commander was cut off by the sound of shots being fired outside the meeting hall. Grunting and yelling ensued for a good minute until everything turned quiet. Everyone’s ears perked up listening for what could follow.
A powerful kick thundered against the golden door to the hall, making it come off its hinges and cave in on itself. The bolts creaked, splintering on the sides and the door fell with a loud thud. You stepped over it, the click of your heeled boots bouncing off the echo in the room.
All eyes were trained on you.
“Who’s ready to have some fun?” you chirped, enthusiastically twirling the guns in your hands. They landed perfectly in your hold and you cocked them right at the men in the middle of the room.
“Who are you?,” asked the commander in chief.
“Let’s just say I’m someone you don’t want to mess with,” you said confidently.
“You’re just a stupid girl if you think you can just come in here —“
“This stupid girl just took out most of your guards on duty. It will be her utmost pleasure to take you out too,” you said with a smirk.
Enishi was watching the exchange, his head swimming with confusion for the second time tonight.
Just who exactly were you? And why were you crossing paths again? Also, were you insane to just waltz in the commander in chief's lair like that?
You first show up as a hindrance to his plan and now you’re here to probably mess up more than you already have. He was also kind of blaming you for the situation he was in at the moment. You weren't of any help in his eyes.
At least you proved useful in distracting the guards and the commander so he could work on getting his hands free of the rope tugging at his wrists. Okay, maybe you were useful.
Looking over at mophead, you noticed he freed himself. You haven’t worked in a team in so long so you threw him a look asking for guidance on what to do now. What he saw however, was more of a weird face that kind of creeped him out, but he quickly caught onto what you meant.
He wasn’t sure whether to trust you. But he didn’t have the luxury to audition for partners right now. So, sending a silent nod your way, you let the fun begin.
Mophead lunged for the commander in chief while you preoccupied yourself with the five guards in the room. You easily took out the first one by the couch at the side. Pointing your gun to the next one, you pulled the trigger but nothing happened. You tried the other gun receiving the same vacant response. You were left without bullets having emptied most of them on the guards outside.
Strapping the guns back to your belt, you took a fighting stance and beckoned the officers to you.
Hand to hand combat it is.
The closest guard lunged at you and your fist connected with his nose. A loud crack echoed upon contact, blood seeping through his hands as he cradled his nose.
“You bitch—,” you cut him off by hooking your leg to the back of his neck, dragging him to the floor.
“Did your mother not teach you how to speak to a lady?”
He got back up and got ready to throw another snarky remark but you wasted no time in shutting him up with a nearby chair. The wood broke to pieces as it made contact with him, knocking him out cold. Once he fell to the floor, you directed your attention at the other three guards that started circling you from different sides. Showtime.
You let them come at you. The taller one came first, swinging a baton at your head. Ducking successfully to avoid having your head turned into a baseball, you went for a roundhouse kick to his head. He got projected to the other side from the force you put into the move.
The last two attacked you at the same time. One of them had a knife that managed to get a few cuts through the sleeves of your dress as he kept swinging at you recklessly. He wasn't even looking where he sent his blade. He probably just hoped they got you. If this was the training they got the armed forces were doomed.
You huffed disappointedly as you lifted a slashed piece to check the damage. “I just got this one."
Getting annoyed with his incessant flailing about, you caught his hand just as a slightly smaller in stature officer came from behind you. Kicking back your right leg into the stomach of the one behind, you got a chance to take the knife, throwing it away and out of his reach. You turned and elbowed the knife wielder in the stomach, directing another knee at his ribcage letting him fall flat to the floor.
One more to go.
Standing face to face with your last enemy, you spared mophead a quick look. He was struggling with the commander as he pushed him face down on the big wooden desk. He quickly turned the power around and got him into a deadly chokehold instead.
You didn’t even notice his outerwear was discarded and he was left only in a tank top. His huge biceps flexed dangerously as he tightened his hold on the commander’s neck, pushing into him with all his strength. Sweat was piling like rain drops down his arms and you found yourself drooling. Maybe you digged the whole white mop of hair look.
You were snapped out of your fantasies by the small garden goblin running towards you with a spiked staff. Where the fuck did he get that from?
Do these guys not have one normal weapon on them? Where do they get all this ridiculous stuff from?
You dodged his attacks and his futile attempts at trying to spear you like Dracula, until he got tired and his swings turned sloppy. Finding an opening way too easily, you caught the end of the staff with your right hand and turned your left into an uppercut diving it under his chin. The impact of your hit had him landing in a star shape on the floor. His eyes rolled around unable to focus like birds chirped around his head.
Just as you were finished with him, mophead finally squeezed the living daylights out of the commander and let him fall splat to the floor. He wasn't dead. Just out of service for the day.
Sensing the ruckus in the hall, the rest of the guards from outside started piling up into the hall. You both walked towards each other until you were back to back. In other circumstances you would’ve loved the way your heavy breaths mingled and the way your shoulders shyly grazed each other. But now was not the time to crush on your new partner.
“Any chance you have a plan to get us out of here?” asked mophead. Guards surrounded you from all sides, covering all exit points. The only way to escape was to fight your way out.
“I’m guessing breaking some more necks wouldn’t hurt,” you replied hastily.
“You take the ones on the right. I take the ones on the left,” he directed.
With another nod, you both got into position and waited as the guards descended upon you.
A storm of fists came your way. You tried blocking them as much as you could but five to one was too much to handle without a weapon. Mophead noticed your struggle and tried to get rid of the three baton swingers in front of him. With a low sweep kick to their ankles they all fell over at once, hitting each other with the bats they were holding.
You were holding onto three bats with all your might, pushing your arm muscles to greater strength than they were capable of. Two guards sneaked behind you, ready to deliver a dangerous blow. Enishi intercepted them before they could carry out their plan, catching their arms mid swing and twisting their arms to inhuman angles.
“Don’t you know it’s bad manners to hit a lady, especially from behind?” he said, towering over them, pushing them to their knees as they writhed in pain.
You finally managed to throw the three men backwards, taking to delivering a kick to each of them. By the time you were done with them you were breathing heavily. You were a good fighter, but your stamina was always holding you back. Mophead seemed to be more trained in that field though as you saw him cutting through the lines of guards with ease, taking down two or three at the time. And he was injured.
Five more guards circled both of you.
“Give me a hand,” you said as you ran towards mophead.
He sensed your idea right away. Latching your hand with his, you created enough momentum for him to pull you around in a circle to kick down all of the guards. Once you got both feet back on the ground looking for your next victims, you noticed the secure hand sitting idly on your waist.
Looking up at him, you saw he’s about a head taller than you. He was scanning the room too. Feeling you tense in his hold, he quickly dropped his hand from your waist and trained his gaze on the broken down door.
“We have to go before more of them come.”
“What about your crew? Are you just going to leave them here?”
“They can get out just fine by themselves,” he growled, annoyed and pissed enough to think of those fuckers too.
And with that he grabbed your hand and you made a run for it, stepping over the bodies of the commander's regiment, falling out into the precinct.
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Without You
Pairing: ZiSeo
Series: Block B Additional Member AU
Rating: Fluff
Synopsis: Nighttime talks with ZiSeo
Seo woke with a start, her eyes shooting down the small being between herself and Jiho, she stared at Minho for a moment, her hand squeezing Jiho’s who opened his eyes. Minho’s chest rose and fell once more and Seo let out a sighed.
Jiho frowned, his hand that was resting under Seo’s head reaching up and ran through her hair.
“You keep panicking,” He whispered.
“I get scared,” Seo whispered back.
He let out a deep breath, moving his hand and wiping the tears away from her eyes. Seo didn’t even notice she was crying, quickly wiping the tears away from her cheeks.
“Kitten,” Jiho’s large hand cupped her face, “I will never let anyone hurt you or Minho,”
“I know,” Seo’s hand rested on his own as she turned, snuggling her face into his palm, “I’m just scared he’ll stop breathing again,”
Jiho sat up, looking down at their eight month old son who squirmed slightly from the movement before using his other hand to cup Seo’s face. She sniffled softly, lacing her fingers with his own.
“I love you MinSeo,” Jiho whispered, “You and our son mean the world to me,”
“I love you too Jiho,” Seo sniffled, “If we lost him, I think it’d die,”
It hurt Jiho to hear those words but Seo was deeply connected to Minho, they both were, Seo was always carrying Minho in her arms, they slept at the same times, ate at the same times, showered, etc.
“I’ll die without you both,” Jiho leaned over and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips, “You’re my queen and you brought me the best thing in the world, It’s my job to protect this family, no matter if it’s someone else or sickness,”
Seo nodded, resting her head so that it snuggled into his neck. Jiho picked up his son who had squirmed more from the absence of his parents. They all laid down together, Seo tucked into Jiho’s side with Minho laying on her chest, his tiny hands gripping at the thin fabric of Seo’s shirt.
Jiho pressed a soft kiss to both their heads.
“Thank you Jiho,” Seo whispered sleepily.
He smiled, his thumb stroking over her cheek as they drifted off to sleep.
#block b au#block b series#block b additional member#block b additional member au#block b additional memeber#zico x oc
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Black [M]
A/N: OK BITCHES FUCKING FINALLY AM I RIGHT. IT’S BEEN TWO FUCKING MONTHS BUT CH 6 IS FINALLY HERE. a couple of things tho
a. MILLIC’S ALBUM IS FUCKING OUT YALL!! GO LISTEN TO IT. IT’S CALLED VIDA AND FANXYCHILD IS IN IT!
b. i have beef w this ch. i had it finished long ago but i didn’t like it so i never posted it. after reading the whole fic again i thought it went alright with it so i kept it and touched up a couple things.
c. I HAVE A SEPERATE ONE SHOT COMING UP ABOUT CRUSH AND HIS NEW....FRIEND OK.
d. thank you so much for waiting so long. and thanks to all the ppl who kept sending messages, i hope i didn’t let you down :( enjoy my lovelies!
( also, i think i’m gonna take the M rating off lmao )
characters: dean x oc, zico x oc, crush, rome x oc
genre: angst(ish?), university au
rated: m, violence, (mentions of) abuse (physical and physiological), sexual content (not in this ch)
ch1 ch2 ch3 ch4 ch5
chapter 6:
the automatic doors didn’t open fast enough. I felt like my only enemy right now was time. zico drove over the speed limit, luckily with no ticket, but it still felt like I spent hours in the car. everyone was a uneasy and the minute we got there, I bolted out of the car and sprinted to emergencies.
“I got a call,” I heaved. the woman behind the desk read my expression in a heartbeat and sorrow crossed her face.
“what’s your name sweetie?” she asked.
“park chaeyeon” I panted, desperation running through my veins. I needed to see it with my own eyes. I knew there was nothing I could do but I needed to see him. I needed to know that there was no bringing him back.
she began typing into the computer and I felt a hand on my shoulder. zico wrapped me in his arms but I didn’t look away from the woman before me.
“the morgue is downstairs. he was just taken down. would you like to see him before the autopsy is performed?” I stood still and I felt a wave of heat come over me. I couldn’t speak, if I tried, I knew it would turn into sobs and I didn’t want that.
“may we please?” zico replied. out of the corner of my eye I saw jisu, sochi, and jaeju covering their faces with their hands. the woman sitting before us stood up, making her way to us.
“right this way please. we need you to identify the bodies as well.”
zico’s hold around me only tightened as we followed the woman. I felt how tense he was. he was trying his best to comfort me but I knew he needed someone there for him too. he just lost his best friend.
I wrapped my arm around his waist and leaned my head against his side, following the woman down a quiet hall. she led us downstairs and we entered the morgue. there were two bodies laying on the metal tables. the black bags covered every inch of thembut the moment I laid my eyes them something felt wrong. I felt vile creeping up my throat but I fought so hard to keep it down. the woman walked toward one of the bags, unzipping it. part of me couldn’t lean over to look inside but the other part was so desperate.
“you don’t have to, I’ll do it” zico released me, taking a step forward. my eyes stung but stayed glued on him and the moment he took a look, his expression when cold. I could tell he tried to contain his emotions but quickly failed, tears streaming down his cheeks as his sobs became louder. I’d never seen him like this and it physically made my heart ache. I reached for his arm and he turned to look at me, his arms immediately tossing around me. I felt the sharpest pain in my chest and I wasn’t even aware of how quickly the tears had been running down my face.
“I’m so sorry for your loss but I need an identity confirmation. can you please give me conformation that this is him?” the woman almost whispered.
“no” zico replied curtly. I let go of him and knit my brows in confusion. he wiped my cheeks and gently shoved me towards the body.
“take a look chae” he said. I was so confused. I stood in front of the bag, not knowing if I could handle what I was about to see. one more step and I would see something that would scar me for the rest of my life. before I could even think about it, zico shoved me further and I looked inside. my hand immediately rose to my mouth and the vile from earlier made its way out. I ran out of the cold room and spilled my lunch into the nearest trashcan. my breathing became heavy and I gasped for air. I felt as if someone had been choking me for ages and I was finally allowed to breathe.
“it’s not him, it’s not him” I whispered to myself as I closed my eyes, regaining control of my breathing. I heard the door swing open behind me and yet again, zico was by my side. he grabbed his sleeve, wiping my mouth with it. jaeju followed after him, rubbing my back as I hung my head over the trash bin.
“no, neither one is. who’s mistake is this?�� the woman who led us down here barged out of the room, talking into her radio. I glanced up and her expression shifted completely the moment she saw me.
“I’m so sorry, come with me. we’ll figure this out right now” I nodded, shoving both zico and my sister off me.
jaeju understood that I was feeling overwhelmed so she left me alone, she knew that when I needed space I needed it. on the other hand, zico was the type of person that stuck like gum no matter what. he reached for my arm and I yanked it away. I knew he would feel hurt by my actions but I really wasn’t thinking in this moment. all I wanted to know was if dean was okay. he’s all I wanted.
we were led back upstairs and past the emergency room doors. immediately screams and cries filled the air. most of them originating from small children. in the center of the area was a large working space filled with nurses and attendants. the lady led us to the desk, calling upon the nurse stationed behind it.
“who has it?” she asked. the nurse typed into her computer and read briefly before responding.
“wonbin filled it…but youngdeuk was the one who gave the information.”
“find both. and have you found the other two men?”
“yes they’re both in room..” she paused, looking at the screen before her. “107”
the woman we were with nodded. turning to look at us.
“I’m so incredibly sorry for the mistake. we will figure out who is responsible and seek immediate punishment but let me explain. I believe someone mixed up the contact information” she looked down at her tablet. “kwon dean and yu christian are the two you are looking for right?”
my heart almost beat out of my chest just by hearing his name. my head was all over the place but I somehow managed to nod.
she soon smiled and motioned us to follow her. instinctively, I wrapped my arms around one of zico’s like a frightened child. I was scared, what if he wasn’t okay. what if this was all not real and he was actually down there?
101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106. we passed each room and I stared at every number. jaeju and jisu followed closely behind. I had been hearing jisu typing constantly since we arrived. she was most likely updating sochi, nayeon and crush.
“107” the woman pushed back the curtain, revealing two beds next to each other. one of the beds was empty and in the other I could make out someone under the blanket. the person soon sat up to look back at us. I exhaled a sob I didn’t know I was holding back.
“hey” a groggy christian greeted. his leg was in a cast and a large bruise covered his arm, followed by numerous cuts on his face. zico almost ran to him, embracing him in a gentle hug. I brought my hands to my face and began sobbing. jisu followed after zico, expressing her relief. jaeju’s hands gripped my shoulders, rubbing them to comfort.
“this is a lot to be taking in, especially for you, if you need air tell me, please” her voice sounded weaker than usual. she was right, we just experienced a fucking rollercoaster but it wasn’t over yet.
“dean is in surgery. he’s been in there for two hours so he should be out in another hour. he suffered from a collapsed lung but don’t worry, it sounds a million times worse than it actually is. your friend’s broken leg is actually worse than his lung. I’ll go check on him for you though” the woman had come up to me, patting my back in reassurance. she simpered before walking out of the room. in that moment I was so touched. I also wondered how this woman had been reading my mind since the moment I got here. I had barely spoken but she knew all my questions and had the answers ready for my ears.
I watched as everyone surrounded christian, jaeju joining zico and jisu. they questioned him and showed their relief. I truly was happy that he was alright even though he looked like shit but all I wanted was dean. I just needed to see him no matter how bad he looked. the woman was right, a collapsed lung sounds terrifying and I couldn’t bear to think about what was going on through his mind as everything was happening. I leaned against the door, turning my back to the group of people chatting away almost frantically.
I looked out, observing my surroundings. most of the doors were closed but cries still filled the air. the last time I had been in a hospital as a visitor was for my sister. the eerie feeling filled me up again, just the thought of remembering what happened. I had been out with my friends back home and my dad called me, desperately asking for me to go to the hospital. once I got there and was taken back, I found my sister tied up to the bed frame with a tube coming out of her mouth. she had attempted suicide. i’ve gone through some fucked up shit but that day was the worst day of my life. the thought of never seeing my sister again pierced daggers through my chest. it broke my father too. he had raised us all by himself. all we had ever known was each other.
alongside my dad was our older brother, jaebeom. he had also been like a parent to both jaeju and i. he was only older than jaeju by a year and older than me by two but it felt like he was twice our age. he always helped my father when we were younger and he basically raised us. I saw the devastation in their eyes. I felt useless, I couldn’t do anything. I just sat their with them, crying with my dad while jaebeom kept himself together, reassuring us that she would be fine and that we would do everything in our power to help her. I truly admired how strong and resilient my brother was, but I would rather die than tell him that. in that moment I felt that jaeju would never be genuinely happy again and that truly made my heart ache.
I sighed and looked back. jaeju had a smile on her face. from ear to ear, her lips curled as she was talking to christian. as cheesy as it sounds, there was a sparkle in her eyes. the difference a year makes.
my thoughts were interrupted by none other than zico. his arm hung over my shoulder and he pulled me into his side. he rubbed my arm, leaning his head down on top of mine.
“I’ll go ask” he uttered. before he could pull away, I wrapped my arm around his torso.
“the lady will be back, she’s checking on him right now. he’s in surgery for a collapsed lung but she said it wasn’t bad” I felt zico tense up for a moment. I tightened my hold and leaned into him.
“then, let’s trust her. she’s been nothing but helpful. but, how are you? honestly chae” it took a moment for me to respond.
“I don’t know. I’m a little numb, a little dumbfounded by what is happening right now. but most of all, I’m scared and that’s okay for now”
I slipped out of his grip when I saw the woman, who’s name tag I just noticed, walking towards us with a tall man following behind. she pressed her lips in an apologetic smile.
“alright, he just got out of surgery and will be in recovery for an hour or so. now, i do believe this hospital owes you an apology” she nudged the man with her elbow. he stumbled forward, looking at us.
“I’m nam youngdeuk, it’s nice to meet you. I am incredibly sorry for the misunderstanding. I can’t possibly imagine how you must’ve felt. I was part of the first responders team and also the one who made the call. I can’t express how sorry I am. the phone fell out of your friend’s pocket and landed near the patient you saw downstairs. it was my mistake for assuming that it was his. I apologize for my thoughtless actions”
“hey man, we all make mistakes. all that matters to us is that both our friends are fine, don’t sweat it” don’t sweat it? zico are you fucking insane? my world was torn apart in a matter of seconds because of this man. I was so angry I felt my blood boiling. I’m pretty sure I could sue for this kinda shit. zico knew me way too well. he immediately grabbed my arm and pushed me behind him. god I was so close to punching him.
“wow, ah, thank you for understanding. I am still very sorry and I hope both your friends recover quickly”
“yeah yeah go on before this one actually kills both of us” zico nodded his head in my direction and the man before us widened his eyes, bowing deeply before almost running off.
“fuck you zico”
”yeah whatever, I just saved a life. I’m a hero”
I rolled my eyes, giving his arm a good solid punch.
“chae, wake up”
“chaeyeon”
I felt someone shaking my shoulder. I squinted and looked up to see zico.
“I’ll be back, I’m taking jaeju and jisu home okay?” I nodded and yawned, pulling my phone out as I felt a kiss press against the top of my head. I smacked zico away and he headed to the door. jaeju and jisu hugged both christian and I goodbye before following after zico. I sat up in my chair and stretched my shoulders. I had fallen asleep while talking to christian.
“the couch over there turns into a bed. i’ll call the nurse for pillows and blankets”
“no it’s fine, I need to be up anyways” I rubbed my eyes, checking the time on my phone. two hours had gone by but the bed next to christian was still empty.
“the nurse came in about half an hour ago and said that he was still asleep. she said they’d bring him in when he woke up” I didn’t respond. I was beginning to get more and more desperate. I couldn’t believe that he was alright until I saw him with my own eyes.
“I need to use the restroom, I’ll be back” I stood up and walked out. I asked a nurse for directions and I made my way down the hall. once I entered the bathroom I looked in the mirror. my eyes were red and puffy. I looked like shit. I turned the faucet on, splashing my face with water in hopes that it would help but it didn’t. I exhaled a loud sigh, closing my eyes and hanging my head down. I took a moment to just breathe before looking back up into the mirror.
“I look fucking horrible” I examined my face again before giving up and heading back out. on my way back, I took my time, very well knowing that just waiting in there would drive me insane soon enough. I called zico, asking for the two blankets on dean’s bed and a pair of pj’s.
“I’ll be there in like 15 minutes. I’ll grab the stuff right now then head back. is he in the room yet?”
“no, I’ll text you when he is”
“alright babe, sleep if you need to okay?”
“yeah I will. drive safe on your way back please” suddenly I had a new fear.
“promise” he stated. I hung up, walking back to the now dark room.
“why are the lights off you’re more awake than I am” I said as I walked in, flicking the lights back on. I froze the moment I saw that the other bed now had a host. I didn’t even notice the tears streaming down my cheeks rapidly. I brought my hands up to my mouth, choking back my sobs as his eyes fluttered open. his lips could barely form a smile.
“come” dean’s hoarse voice filled the room and I couldn’t bring myself to move. I didn’t know if I was dreaming or if he was really there. I hated being so emotional and I felt as if I was overreacting. I just stood at the door, crying into my hands.
“chae, come” he repeated.
“please” the weakness in his voice pulled at my heartstrings and the moment he lifted his arm out, reaching for me, I felt as if something pushed me to him. I could tell he was in pain and was still very weak. christian shoved the chair from the edge of his bed to dean’s. i was scared of hugging him so I fought within myself to not do it but he tugged me into his chest. I immediately pulled away, sitting down in the chair instead.
“hey, I almost died and you won’t even hug me?” he groaned, bringing his hand up to wipe away the streaks of tears left on my cheeks. “can I at least have a kiss?” he asked.
I obliged, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to the side of his lips. he had a large gash covering the left side of both his upper and lower lip. his left eye was swollen and bruised and so was his cheekbone. he had multiple bruises splattered across his face and down his neck, most of them concentrated on his left side. his tattoo was almost hidden by the purple lesions.
my fingertips brushed over his cheek momentarily before he took a hold of my hand, bringing it to his lips. I finally felt the relief I needed.
“god, you’re so beautiful” he uttered. I still couldn’t find my words. the rush of emotions had taken over me completely. his gaze melted me. he hadn’t take his eyes off mine since the moment I walked in despite the fact that he could barely open them.
“I need to hear your voice right now, talk to me. please” he gave my hand a gentle squeeze and I saw the desperation in his voice. I scooted my chair closer and leaned my chin against the edge of his bed.
“I love you” I managed to wring out effortlessly. he couldn’t smile completely but it was still there, as soothing as ever.
“I love you more” he replied.
“nasty” christian murmured. dean scoffed a small laugh and I turned back to look at him.
“just kidding, please continue” christian said. I turned back to dean, yearning to wrap myself in his arms. by the way he held onto my arm i knew he wanted the same.
“christian told me what happened. you should know better. you think I’d let death take me just like that? you think I would let myself die knowing I’m leaving you behind like this? fuck no” I didn’t even pay attention to what he was saying, all I was focusing on was that he was here. he was talking, he was alright.
he blinked slowly and had half lidded eyes. I leaned up to press my lips against his forehead then his nose.
“I know you’re tired so sleep, I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here”
“do you think the nurse will get mad if you sleep with me?” he mumbled sleepily.
“probably not but I don’t want to. I want you to get better quickly”
“you’re my medicine though” he didn’t hesitate to answer. I pushed his hair out of his face and he closed his eyes. I continued playing with his hair hoping he’d fall asleep but the moment I got up to turn the light off he griped onto my hand tightly.
“I’m gonna turn the light off” he groaned an audible ‘no’.
“I’ll turn it off” zico walked in. the dork had the biggest smile on his face the moment he saw dean. dean couldn’t even open his eyes anymore. zico stood next to me, ruffling dean’s hair. I looked up at him and saw a tear slip out. he immediately wiped it off and I leaned my head against his upper leg. he turned back to look at christian then back at dean. I could see the gratitude in his eyes. he was just as relieved as I was, if not more.
“zico shut up” christian threw a pillow at him.
“what the hell I didn’t even talk” zico scoffed and christian laughed.
“your emotions are screaming though, we all know what’s going on in that little brain of yours. we’re both okay bro, that’s all that matters right?” zico looked like he could murder and smother christian all at once. I watched as the two began to horse play. I smacked zico’s leg, pulling him away from christian.
“both of you shut up, dean is sleeping and if you wake him up zico, there will be a third patient in here”
the next day a loud roar awakened me. I soon realized that it was zico snoring. no matter how hard I hit him he wouldn’t shut up. dean and christian were both taken for x-rays around 5am. I laid down on the futon with zico and tried to push him off and make him shut up but nothing worked. soon, the doors swung open.
“that was so fas-” I was greeted by two unfamiliar faces. an older couple stood before me. they were both dressed casually but they screamed money.
“hello” I stood up and bowed, not really knowing who I was bowing at.
“who are you?” the woman questioned. “is that zico?”
I nodded, standing with my hands crossed in front of me. “I’m chaeyeon” I responded as I shook zico’s shoulder gently, praying he would wake up. the man walked over to the back of the room, taking a seat in the chair I had slept in next to dean’s bed last night. zico shuffled in the sheets, taking his sweet ass time to get up.
“ah, mrs. kwon” his eyes widened, quickly standing up and bowing in her direction before doing the same in the mans direction. the woman walked toward zico, embracing him in a hug.
“this must be your girlfriend!” her lips curled into a wide smile, switching from zico to me. I hesitantly hugged back, but by now I realized that these were dean’s parents.
“um, no, she’s…not my girlfriend” I heard the hesitation in his voice and emphasis on my. she heard it too.
“who is she then?” the man asked from across the room, his eyes glued onto his phone.
“I’m dean’s-“
“friend. she’s our friend. she came to help since hyoseob wasn’t able to last night”
“ah yes, I see. well you can go home now sweetie, thank you for staying but you don’t need to be here anymore”
excuse me? to both of you? what the fuck did zico just say? I swear I would slap him if dean’s parents weren’t here.
“no! she…can’t go home I brought her here so I’m her ride” zico blurted out. the woman pulled her phone out and began typing.
“our driver is in the parking lot he can take her” I stood silent, shifting my gaze to zico. he knew I was ready to throw hands.
“…um, that’s such a bother I’ll just take her. I need to go home and shower anyways!” zico was sweating now. what the fuck was happening.
“you sure sweetie?” she asked. zico nodded immediately, grabbing his keys off the table and then gripping his fingers around my wrist.
“it was nice to meet you chaeyeon!” she yelled as zico dragged me out. I couldn’t even reply before I was taken out of the room. the minute we stepped out, I yanked my hand from him.
“zico what the fuck just happened?!”
“I’ll tell you at home come on” he grabbed my wrist again and pulled me toward the doors. I fought him to release me, digging my nails into his arm.
“hey what the fuck is happening” the familiar voice forced me to turn around. dean was in a wheelchair, being pushed to his room and christian followed closely behind. zico released his grip on me, hurrying his way to dean and I followed after him.
“dude your parents are here” dean looked like he had seen a ghost, or in this case he was about to see two.
“what the fuck get her out of here now”
“excuse me?!” I exclaimed.
“chae, go. zico will explain”
“no what the hell, I was here all night by your side. why the fuck am I suddenly being treated like I’m some disease?!”
zico sighed, grabbing my hand for the hundredth time. I didn’t have time to fought back before he tugged me, picking me up and tossing me over his shoulders.
DEAN’S POV
I rubbed my forehead as I watched chaeyeon punch the shit out of zico. the nurse continued to wheel me into the room and lo and behold, there they were. the moment my mother saw me she rushed to me, pressing kisses all over my face. I tried to escape but she hugged me tightly, so tightly that I vividly felt the pump inserted in my lung. my wincing whimpers forced her off, apologizing repeatedly. my father just patted my back.
“how are you doing dean?” he asked as the nurse helped me into bed. out of the corner of my eye I saw my dad helping christian and his nurse put him back in bed. christian greeted both my parents and I hummed in response.
“I’m fine, just tired. when did you both get here? weren’t you in London or something?”
“we just landed. your father cancelled the meetings we had scheduled for the next couple of days. once we got the call we got on the jet and came”
“you shouldn’t have, I’m fine”
“dean, how could your parents just leave you after you almost died in a car accident. what caused it anyways? were you drunk?”
“sunghoon!” my mom smacked my dad’s arm.
“no he wasn’t, however, the other driver was” the nurse walked in saving my life. she handed christian a small pill and a water bottle.
“I’d be more than happy to answer any questions you have about the incident and the medical status of both these young men” she walked to my parents, bowing.
“ah, yes. why does my son have those…things coming out of his chest?” my father questioned.
“there is a pump in between his lung cavity and his lung. his left lung collapsed as soon as we got him in last night and it was pretty severe so we had to perform surgery. ultimately it is up to the doctor as to how long the pump will stay in for but it shouldn’t be longer than 4 days” my parents nodded, examining the tube coming out of my chest.
“what about him?” my mom asked, pointing at christian. christian awkwardly smiled, turning to look at me.
“he’s mostly bruised up. the most severe damage he obtained is a fracture in his left fibula which should heal as any other broken bone should”
“what about the girl? she had her arm bandaged up. was she in the accident too?” my mother asked. the nurse’s face turned to confusion and it took a minute for me to clarify as to who she was talking about.
“no, she wasn’t. she had that already” I blurted out. the nurse simply smiled and walked out. my parents got comfortable, sitting close to my bedside. they made conversation with christian, asking him about school and his family. the whole time I was trying to come up with some bullshit lie about chaeyeon. there was no fucking way they could find out about us. first off, they didn’t even know I broke up with heoyang and second, they would rip chaeyeon apart if they found out that she didn’t come from a wealthy family. the only reason they were satisfied with heoyang was because her father owned a very successful business company in Germany.
“dean?” my mom echoed. I had zoned out. I turned to look at her, raising my browns in question.
“how’s heoyang?” fuck.
“uh, she’s fine? I don’t really know nor care” my mom’s eyes almost feel out of their sockets.
“I broke up with her a while ago..” I added.
“why would you do that?!” christian shifted uncomfortably and I started to feel bad that he had to witness this. I hesitated, asking myself if I should tell them the truth or not.
“hey..” a quiet voice interrupted us. jaeju entered the room, curling her lips into a shy smile. she bowed as she made her way towards me.
“I’m just here to say bye to you both. I’m going back to school but I will be back on Saturday to pick chaeyeon up”
my parents pretended to go along as jaeju came over to give me a goodbye hug. as she leaned down she whispered in my ear.
“I know what’s going on, zico told me. everything you do affects her and if you hurt her again you’ll be in this bed for more than just a couple days. I advise you tell your parents the truth, or don’t. it’s up to you dean”
I felt chills run down my spine. jaeju scared the fuck out of me. I fought with myself. I didn’t know what to do. if I told my parents, all they would do is talk down on her and if I didn’t, I’d have to continue hiding her.
jaeju then made her way christian, hugging him as well. she reassured him that she would be back. they talked low so I couldn’t really hear but I’m sure they were talking about keeping in touch or something nasty.
after jaeju had left, which took a while, the nurse came in to take christian for a walk. my dad stepped out as well to grab a cup of coffee and now it was just me and my mom.
“you never answered me. what are you hiding dean?” I didn’t respond, jaeju’s words replaying in my head.
“ok what’s wrong with you. you’re acting weird and there’s been people coming in and out that I don’t know. what’s going on?” she was beginning to get angry and I knew I had to start talking.
“I broke up with her because she cheated on me. more than once actually. the two girls you saw are sisters. the one you saw earlier is our neighbor and her sister, who just left, came to visit her for the weekend and her and christian have a thing or something I don’t really know mom” her sympathy immediately kicked in and “oh I’m so sorry” began pouring from her mouth. she reached over hugging and consoling me.
“she was such a lovely girl, I never imagined-”
“mom please. I really don’t want to talk about her. it’s over and I’m over her”
“oh don’t put up a front how can you get over your girl-”
“MOM,” I didn’t mean to yell, it just kind of came out. “please.” she took a moment, awkwardness filled the air before she spoke again.
“we have the next two days off but I’ll call the office right now and tell them we will be staying here longer”
“no, it’s fine. you heard the nurse. no more than 4 days and I feel fine. you shouldn’t have even come, I’m really fine” I wasn’t though, but all I needed to feel better was chae.
“dean, we are your parents! we wouldn’t leave you just like this. alone”
“if you weren’t here zico and hyoseob would be here. I’m never alone here. mom I’m not 12 anymore. I am an adult. you said you’d treat me like one if I showed you that I’m focusing on my grades and I have for the past two years. I know you were probably scared so I understand why you came. but look, I’m fine. I have finals this week then the semester is over which means that beom will be coming soon”
my mom sighed, her brows meeting in the center. “okay, we’ll leave tomorrow morning. your brother is only 18 though, I don’t trust him to look after you well”
“mom, all I’ll need is to clean the wound from this tube and the cuts I have. I can do it. plus I have tons of things to blackmail him with if I need something”
“excuse me? like what?” she crossed her arms.
“I wouldn’t be able to use it against him if I told you now would i?” she side eyed me, shaking her hair. her chair scooted closer to me and I soon felt her push my hair back. when I was smaller she would keep doing this until I fell asleep. I loved my mom, more than anything but I hated that she placed our family on a pedestal. yes we owned the biggest pharmaceutical company in the world but that doesn’t mean we are the greatest people alive. ever since we began dating girls, my mother told my brother and I that we could only bring home girls from good, wealthy backgrounds. and ever since then, that’s all I did. my only options were girls who went to our private high school and when I got to college, I only laid my eyes on the girls who lived on the expensive side of the city and attended the snob parties, which is where I met heoyang. she was wealthy but her parents gave her a limit which was obvious less than enough for her.
after that first semester I realized that I was putting up a front. I was the person my parents wanted, not the person I wanted. so I switched my major from pharmaceutical business to physics and I moved to the other side of the city. the part where everyone knew each other. the side where everyone was genuine to each other, a nice mix of cultures and classes. where no one judged, whether you come from the poorest family or the richest.
then I met her. I hadn’t even thought about her financial status until she brought it up months later. I knew my mom would never approve of a friend let alone a girlfriend who’s single father works two jobs to keep all three of his kids in college. our family had always been privileged and none of us knew what it was like to struggle financially. my mom had pounded the idea that those who don’t have enough money were the ones at fault for lacking an education. my brother and I on the other hand knew that she was wrong. we made friendships with people with lacking backgrounds and they were no less than us. through chaeyeon I learned to value those who work harder than everyone else. I learned that education is not a choice, it’s a privilege. we don’t pick who we want to be, we get handed a position and what we choose to do with that is ultimately up to us. we pick whether we want to see the good or bad. but my mother had yet to discover that.
my dad eventually came back and so did christian. the nurse then took me to walk around the hospital and when i returned the doctor examined me. he said I would have the pump taken out in 3 days and I could go home then. I had no idea how I would do my finals if I was in the hospital but I wasn’t really worried about that. my parents went to the hotel late that afternoon to rest and just after they left, crush and zico walked in. crush greeted christian, teasing him about his leg before it was my turn.
“where the hell have you been?!” I reached my hand out and he swung in for a hug.
“home…just not our home” he took a seat in the chair, facing both christian and I. “I got shit faced on Friday and I stayed with some random girl but she was so nice and took care of me. I ended up taking her out to lunch yesterday and then you know, I worked my magic”
“shut the fuck up” zico sat down next to him after punching his shoulder. crush rubbed it and wined like a child.
“she’s an orientation leader this winter too so we’ll be working together”
“is she hot?” christian asked.
“hell yeah, let’s have a kick back after finals and y’all can meet her” he added.
“I’m leaving Friday afternoon after my last final” christian responded.
“I’m starting my internship here so I’m down. what about you dean?” zico looked over at me.
“beom is coming up. we’ll both spend the winter break here since our parents have some new drug being released in Europe or some shit. we’re supposed to stay at the summer home outside the city though”
“so you’re gonna leave us to go stay at your fancy house” zico added.
“hell no, I’d be bored out of my mind”
“he can take my room, it’s only a month anyways” christian offered.
“good idea, it’s settled. it’ll be the three of us and mini dean this break”
“what about the girls?” crush asked.
“they’re all going home except for sochi. she got a research position for the physics department this summer and her training starts after finals in preparation for it. by the way dude, your girl is hella mad. I don’t know how you’re gonna make this one up to her” zico shook his head at me, pointing his finger.
“did you fucking tell her you idiot” I grabbed a pillow from behind me, repeatedly smashing it against his head. he eventually took it from my hands, hitting me back.
“I had to you asshole, did you want me to lie?” I looked down, running my fingers through my hair.
“no. is it that bad?” I asked.
“I think you really need to talk to her. oh, and she told me to tell you two things”
“what?” part of me hoped it was something cute but knowing her it was probably a fuck you or something.
“she spent all day making calls and sending emails to the school officials and the physics department. she set up your finals to be online so you don’t fail your stupid classes. someone from the school will be coming Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday to monitor you” in that moment I felt like an asshole. this girl was doing her all to make me feel comfortable and less worried and here I was, denying her for my parents. I couldn’t bring myself to have my mother claw away at her though.
“and the second thing?”
“fuck you dean” zico smiled proudly. there it was. I was about to hit zico again but there was a knock on the door. crush opened it and christian’s doctor walked in.
“good evening boys. christian, after your last round of x-rays I think you just need rest now. let’s get you out of here tonight” christian’s face lit up. we both hated being here. part of me was jealous that he got to go home. all I wanted was to get out of here and wrap chaeyeon in my arms.
“damn we have great timing” crush whispered to himself. the doctor handed christian papers and he signed them.
“I’ll get these processed and you may leave whenever you feel ready” christian thanked him as he walked out. he let out a loud sigh of relief.
“fucking finally. give me the clothes you brought yesterday zico” zico did as asked and he helped christian to the bathroom.
“so what’d you do now?” crush asked.
I was ashamed of myself but I knew I was doing it to protect her.
“I’m hiding her from my parents. the minute they got here I told her to leave” his eyes widened slightly.
“bro..”
“I know! I know! but, you know how my mom is. chaeyeon isn’t filthy rich. she doesn’t come from a well known family. my mom would rip her apart if she found out. I’m not doing it because I’m ashamed of her, I’m not, I’m so fucking proud of who she is and I don’t want my mother to tear her apart after she’s gone through so much fucked up shit that’s made her who she is today. she’s perfect to me and there’s no way I’m going to let my mom hurt her like that”
“listen, I do know how your mom is but I think you need to give her a little more faith. why don’t you just tell your mom about her? they don’t have to meet right now. in fact you’ve only been really dating for like a day so chill. you think you’re protecting her but I think you’re hurting her more than anything. how much have y’all gone through just to be together? are you really going to throw that out the window because your mom MIGHT say no?”
fuck he was getting philosophical again and once he started no one could stop him.
“have you even talked to chae? you need to talk. y’all both fuck each other over because of lack of communication, that’s what got y’all in the fucked up spot you were just in this weekend. talk to her and tell her why you did what you did and then tell her what you’re going to do to fix it. don’t just leave her hanging like this”
why was he always right. I knew he was right but I couldn’t bring myself to actually act on it. I could explain why I pushed her away but I didn’t know how I would fix it. if I told my mom, chaeyeon would get hurt, and if I didn’t, she would be hurt as well. it was a battle of two evils.
I nodded, shoving crush away in agreement.
“I will”
christian was discharged a couple hours later and both zico and crush took him home. it was just me now, me and my phone. my thumbs fumbled as I debated whether I should call or text. would texting make me an asshole? or more of an asshole. yeah it probably would. call it is.
I stared at her contact, hesitating.
“fuck it” I mumbled, pressing the call button. it seemed like it was ringing forever but soon enough I was greeted by her voicemail. I tried again only to be sent to voicemail almost immediately. I kept trying but still, nothing.
Dean: please answer
Dean: I don’t want to do this over text please
Dean: chaeyeon
Dean: please answer me
I called once more, this time leaving a voicemail.
“please call back, I’m sorry for everything. I take you for granted but let me at least explain. please” I felt so hopeless. “hope you do well on your finals tomorrow. I love you chaeyeon” I pressed the red circle on the screen.
“I fucking hate myself, I’m such a dick” I slammed my phone against the bed as I grew angrier at myself.
“don’t be so hard on yourself, we all knew it wouldn’t last babe” I didn’t have to look to recognize the owner of that voice.
“what the fuck are you doing here?”
“i’m here to keep you company tonight, your parents request” she took a seat in the chair next to my bed and set her bag down.
“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry” as she raised her hand to my face, I stopped her.
“leave” I uttered through gritted teeth.
“I will, when you leave. let’s just have fun tonight and catch up, it’s been a while babe” as she spoke i felt disgusted. the woman I once loved, the only person I had eyes for was suddenly the most repulsive thing to me. heoyang’s face was so innocent but I couldn’t help but feel nauseated.
“just you and me, like old times dean”
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detention class - #1
twice 10th member au
the first episode of dententionclub’s reality, ‘detention class’.
[as usual, italics are the interviews and the narrator’s voice. I tried to make it as realistic as possible, so, sorry if somethings are too... cringe.]
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"How would you describe Jade?" the producer asked the four idols.
Jade giggled and tried to hide it looking at her nails. The three men laughed out loud with her reaction.
"Be careful with your answers." she whistled, making them laugh even more.
"That's how I would describe her!" Jooheon pointed at her.
"Sometimes, I think Jade is the senior out of us." Zico said and the boys agreed. "She once told me to shut up because she was talking."
"You know, in horror movies, that's always that little mischievous girl that gets everyone in trouble, right?" J-Hope said, already laughing.
"That's Jade!" the three boys said together. Jade cracked up, leaning back on the chair, trying to hide her face.
Slowly opening the last door of the long corridor of the rented house in Jeju MNET had prepared to the idols, Jade gave little jumps when she realised that was the master room.
The beautiful view of the Sanhosa Beach made her want to put on some fresh clothes and walk around.
"Is this my room?" she asked the cameraman, and he slightly nodded.
Jade chuckled and got back to the living room, where the boys were wondering what room would they get.
"Guys," she announced as soon as she got on the room. "good luck."
"Woah, she got the master room..." Jooheon said, sulking. "It's over for us guys."
"What?!" J-hope exclaimed and looked at her. "Are you serious?"
"I've never seen someone as lucky as Jade!" Zico said, also amazed and then laughed. "You never get on time to something, why did you have to get earlier than everyone else today?"
The thing was, they had to get on the studio where they were supposed to gather so they could go to the airport together to record their new reality show, what they didn't know was that the order of who got there first would count for their rooms.
And well, Jade was just a bit lucky that morning.
She forced a pout and looked at him.
"Don't worry, oppa. I allow you to take some pictures of that amazing view." Jade teased him, making the boys whine and she laughed out loud. "It's not my problem if you weren't on time, gentlemen."
"You never are!" Jooheon whined.
"I've never really thought about being in the same group as Jade." Zico said on his private interview and hissed. "To be honest, I was a bit rigid with her on the first days because I didn't think she was all this. I was completely wrong."
"Out of us, I know Jade the longest. I wished people could spend some time with her and see who she really is behind all that image of being a 'bad girl'." J-hope answered nodding.
"You see..." Jooheon laughed. "I've never exchanged a single look with Jade before Detention."
"Oh! Really?" the producer said, shocked by his answer.
"Really!" he told her. "But, I don't know why, but it looks like I've known each other for a decade now."
"I think we should choose our leader." J-hope suggested and handed Jade a bottle of water.
After setting up and each of them got in some more comfortable clothes, they decided to gather around the backyard, watching the sunset and relaxing before the staff decided to give them all those tiring missions.
"Leader?" Jooheon asked and he nodded. "Do we need one?"
"I think it should be good." Jade agreed with J-Hope.
A silence paired around them as they looked at each other, figuring out who would be the brave to volunteer. When Jade's gaze met Zico's, both started to laugh out loud, breaking the serious mood.
"Ya, why are you judging me with your eyes?" she said, pointing at him.
"Me?!" he pointed at himself. "You're the one reading my whole soul!"
Jade whizzed, and the boys laughed with her. Little by little, they got back to their normal state of mind, J-hope cleaning tears from laughing too hard.
"But like, seriously," Jade started talking. "I think Jooheon should be the leader."
"Uh?" Jooheon asked, chocking on his beer.
"Me too. You're the most consistent of us." J-hope agreed, placing his arm around Jooheon's shoulder. "Do you agree, hyung?" he asked Zico.
"As long as it isn't Jade..." Zico shrugged, and the girl playfully threw one of her slippers at him. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding!"
"So, I guess I'm the leader now." Jooheon said, knowing that it didn't matter what he said, they would say he was the leader.
"Cheers to our leader!" Zico said, putting his beer bottle up to make a toast.
J-hope and Jooheon did the same, and Jade put her water bottle up, as she was the only one drinking water. They toasted their bottles together, cheering for each other.
"Cheers!"
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Block B x OC Profiles
Words: 345
Pairing: Taeil, B-Bomb, U-Kwon, and Zico x OCs
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: none
Stella
Full Name: Stella Beatrice Johnson
Birthday: September 18, 1992
Hometown: New York City, New York USA
Height: 5’3
Nationality: Korean-American
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
S/O: Taeil (m. March 23, 2019)
Children: Joseph Kim (b. February 16, 2018), Madison Lee (b. June 12, 2020)
-Stella’s family is her mom and dad. She was an only child.
-She’s half-Korean and half-Caucasian.
-She was married to SHINee’s Jonghyun from February 2017-December 2017.
-Stella participated on American Idolback in 2011, but didn’t make it to the final round.
-She still makes music and posts it to YouTube and SoundCloud.
-She has a “roses for Jonghyun” symbol tattooed on the back of her neck.
-Stella is bilingual in English and Korean.
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Mary
Full Name: Mary Bae/Bae Nayoung
Birthday: October 3, 1992
Hometown: Portland, Oregon, USA
Height: 5’2
Nationality: Korean-American
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
S/O: B-Bomb (m. June 24, 2017)
Children: Marissa Lee (b. November 18, 2018)
-Mary’s family includes her mom, dad, and younger sister.
-She met B-Bomb back in 2012 when she attended university in Seoul.
-She’s a stay-at-home mom, but she works part-time as a florist.
-She studied biology in college.
-She’s bilingual in English and Korean.
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Hailey
Full Name: Hailey Tsai
Birthday: April 7, 1994
Hometown: Miami, Florida, USA
Height: 5’4
Nationality: Taiwanese-American
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
S/O: U-Kwon (m. June 20, 2018)
Children: Tyler Kim (b. May 9, 2019)
-Hailey’s family includes her mom, dad, and older brother.
-She has a YouTube channel where she posts vlogs.
-She’s known for having a funny and bright personality.
-She speaks English, Mandarin, and Korean.
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Sabrina
Full Name: Sabrina Victoria Carson
Birthday: July 25, 1995
Hometown: Salem, Oregon, USA
Height: 5’5
Nationality: American
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Brown
S/O: Zico (m. November 3, 2018)
Children: Gabriella Woo (b. August 13, 2019)
-Sabrina’s family includes her mom, dad, and older brother.
-She’s been skating since she was four and is an Olympic gold medalist.
-She met Zico when she was asked to be in one of his music videos.
-She speaks English and is learning Korean.
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I have no idea how you do it. A whole series with different stories and timeline from one universe and each characters are so complicated, with detailed backstory and interesting storylines. needless to say, I am in love with your shifters series. I've gone back to read OB&B for the third time by the time the last chapter from BMR came out and I'm gonna re-read them again now after the hints you gave on the asks. I have a question. how did you decide the roles for each members? cont.1
Never say sorry for sending a long ask! I really enjoy talking about my writing, and long asks such as this one, especially when they talk about details, are always appreciated cause then you’ll be giving me a chance to rant about my work lol
So, a little backstory. When I first started, I originally outlined BMR as an extremely long one-shot, not as a series. But then the outline started to expand into the one we’re seeing now. At first, I pictured the series to be similar to Carousel, where I focus on one member as its main character while the rest appear as supporting characters in the story.
The reason why the members weren’t chosen as Vampires and didn’t appear at the beginning was because I had already written Taehyung as a werewolf on Fever and Rapture. It wasn’t an immediate decision of mine to connect the two universes together until I finished outlining BMR until chapter 4 where he finally met with his OC and I somehow had an idea about bringing werewolf!Taehyung into BMR while writing Rapture. and since the other members had been mentioned on Rapture, it immediately became the reason behind their roles as a part of Taehyung’s pack and their roles in the universe. As Taehyung already has his own story written separately, I figured it would only be fair to give the other members their own spotlight.
Hence, that was how the Shifters Series universe was created.
Originally, the Vampire brothers were supposed to be either EXO or Pentagon, only because I needed a group with a lot of members since they were going to be their own separate clan (The Orphans). But then when I thought about it further, I felt more connected to iKon than the other two groups since I’ve been following the boys from iKon since WIN and Mix&Match. But then when the story progresses and I decided to introduce BMR OC’s mate, I added EXO as an alliance pack (even if I had to sacrifice my bias for the sake of the story. forgive me, Kai T^T)
To answer your question, there will definitely be more groups appearing and other members popping up in future scenes. Roughly, these are the listed groups/members and their roles to appear in the Shifters Series’ universe (so far):
Vampires
Jimin + iKon (Travellers clan/The Orphans, minus Jiwon/Bobby. I’m giving him a separate role that will be revealed later, but he is also a Pure Blood Vampire)
Zico (Travellers clan, we met him in chapter 2) - I’ve had plans on adding the rest of Fanxy Child crew members as his group of rebels, but since I’ve made Dean as a werewolf in Howlin’, I’m reconsidering this. Just in case I ever decide to connect these stories together too. I chose Fanxy Child to focus on rather than Block B because I’m more connected to the members of Fanxy Child lol
Weres/Shifters
Werewolves: Namjoon, Taehyung, Hoseok, Jungkook (Wolf Moon Pack), EXO (Blue Moon Pack, we met Suho and Kai through a flashback in chapter 13. Suho and the rest of the members will return later, minus Kai)
Werebear: Seokjin (Wolf Moon Pack)
Fox Shifters: Yoongi, Stray Kids (Wolf Moon Pack)
Dragon Shifter: Wonho
Hunters
Jackson + GOT7 (the rest of the members will make an appearance later on in the final chapters)
NCT (we met Lucas early on in the cave in chapter 7 then witnessed OC and Jimin fought against Johnny and the rest in chapter 11)
Sorcerers/Wiccans
Monsta X (minus Wonho, we met Jooheon in Of Bears & Bonds. we’ll probably meet the others or at least a few of the members since I’m giving different roles for Wonho and a couple of the other members)
I’ll be switching and adding characters as I continue writing this series. The only characters that I can’t reveal for now are the Vampire Lords’ children lmao I’m keeping them until later once it’s time for them to show up in the story.
To answer your question on how I decide their roles, either than the roles I’ve given to our OT7/BTS, I just basically took their physical traits and how much connection I have with a certain member to see if I can totally put them into the role I have in mind. I am also a multifan with BTS as my ult, and I have to say that I enjoy reading stories where we get to see crossovers between kpop fandoms. It kind of helped me a lot to add these groups into the story since the universe itself requires a lot of characters to be added, and I feel that it would be way better (and more interesting) to have these Kpop boys (and girls *ahem*) as the supporting characters rather than create original characters, just to make it easier for readers to get connected with these characters and for me to put them into the scenes without forgetting their names lol
Thank you for supporting the series! Every feedback and question for the entire series are highly welcomed and appreciated 🌹
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The Lost Ones Chapter 12: It Was a Lie When They Smiled
Chan x OC | Story Masterlist | Chapter 13
Warnings: mentions of torture, mentions of syringe/needle, blood
Beta’d by @kyukyuhunnie
Mijoo lay on the table taking ragged breaths. She had no idea how long she had been there, but it had felt like days. She had been drifting in and out of consciousness so time seemed like a foreign concept to her. Every time she thought she couldn’t take any more pain, Jaehyo would move back, choose another instrument, and introduce her to the word all over again. Her vocal chords had given out a long time ago and she couldn’t think past the burning sensation that crawled over her body every time she tried to move.
If Jaehyo and Jihoon were still in the room she had no idea. They hadn’t said much once they started, but every once and a while Jaehyo would start to giggle before using an instrument that would almost cause her to black out from the pain. They had been silent now for some time and Mijoo hadn’t felt any new cuts or bruises added to the ones that were already littering her body. She had no energy to try and lift her head from the table however, and no desire to see their satisfaction at her pain. She wasn’t sure which scared her more, the look in Jaehyo’s eyes as he hurt her or the way Jihoon salivated over her as he ran his hands over her wounds.
She felt herself drifting again and her vision was hazy. She needed water, but she couldn't call out even if she wanted to and she doubted that they would give her any if she asked. She wondered if Seungmin or Chan had noticed that she was gone. Not that it would have mattered; how was anyone going to find her? She vaguely wondered what happened to the groceries she had bought. Were they just laying in the entryway of her apartment? The thought made her giggle, her laughter sounding delirious even to her own ears.
It was in this state that she heard the door slam open followed by a shout of surprise. She thought she heard someone cry out, "I found her, she's in here!" But she must have been mistaken. No one was looking for her.
She absolutely knew she was delirious, because with her head painfully turned towards the door she was able to see Felix enter the room and run over to her, followed closely by Hyunjin. Her vision was starting to blur and she knew she was imagining it, because there was no way Felix could be there. She heard her imaginary Felix swear loudly and say, “Oh my god, what have they done to her!?”
“Felix help me get these bindings off,” Hyunjin spoke, his voice sounding like he really was standing next to her instead of just being a figment of her imagination. “Chan’s going to be so pissed when he sees this. I wouldn’t be shocked if he goes after Zico himself.”
As if she had conjured him up in her mind at the mention of his name, she saw Chan enter next. He approached with even steps, his eyes raking up and down her body as if analyzing what he was seeing. He stopped next to where her head lay against the table and his eyes met hers, a look of concern rested on his face as his brow furrowed. Mijoo felt the bindings around her wrists and legs fall away, but Mijoo couldn’t bring herself to try to move them against the pain.
“Are you…real?” She tried to speak, but it came out a whisper, almost inaudible.
Chan lifted up a hand and hesitantly ran his fingers delicately through her hair, almost as if unsure about the gentle gesture himself. “Yes, we’re real,” He said quietly. Mijoo closed her eyes in relief as she felt tears gather at the corner of her eyes again. She thought she had cried herself out already, but apparently not.
“Chan, we need to get her out of here, but moving is going to be difficult for her in this state,” The voice of Hyunjin came from the other side. With her eyes closed like this he sounded far away. Mijoo decided to focus on the feeling of Chan’s fingers in her hair.
Suddenly the sound of Felix’s deep voice filled her head, “Mijoo, Mijoo open your eyes!” He sounded frantic and her eyes opened at the noise. He was loud. Why is he so loud? I’m tired... She just wanted everything to be quiet so she could sleep. Felix looked down at her and she could see the fear on his face. She wondered if that’s what she looked like leaning over Felix as he bled out in her entryway. She closed her eyes at the thought and felt herself giving into the comfort of the blackness but she was roughly shaken back by the loud voice of Felix. "Mijoo! You can't fall asleep! You need to stay awake!" But sleeping was much more peaceful. Why did she need to stay awake anyway? She felt herself falling back into the welcoming darkness, the last thing she registered was the feeling of Chan still carding his fingers through her hair and against her scalp. Yes, sleep was much more peaceful.
When Mijoo opened her eyes again the first thing that registered was that her arms were no longer reaching above her head but laying by her sides. Then she felt the soft mattress underneath her and the feeling of cool sheets against her fingertips. Looking around from where she lay, she saw that she was no longer in the warehouse, but rather laying in her bed in her bedroom. For a second she wondered if it all had been a bad dream, but then she went to move her arm to try and sit up and hissed as pain erupted across her side and in her arms.
“Hey, don’t try to move the painkillers haven’t kicked in yet.” A voice came from her left. Mijoo turned her head to see Hyunjin sitting in her moon chair, a book in hand. “Plus some of your wounds could reopen and I’m really trying my hardest to keep you from scarring any worse than you will.”
“Did that-” Mijoo spoke, her throat hurting at the effort. “Did that really happen?” She asked. Her voice came out scratchy, unrecognizable to her ears.
Hyunjin stood up and laid the book on her nightstand, before coming over to look at her arms. As he lifted her left arm, Mijoo could see that it was covered in bandages. “It did,” was all Hyunjin said in reply as he looked over her bandages. Laying her arms back on the bed, he stood up straight, and pulled out a syringe from some medical equipment nearby. Checking the liquid inside, Mijoo barely felt the needle as he gave her the shot. “I’ll let everyone know you’re awake. Although I just gave you a sedative, so... not for long.”
Mijoo wondered what he meant by ‘everyone’ but was too tired and her throat hurt too much to ask. As he opened her bedroom door and stepped halfway out, she could see a few Stray Kids members loitering in her living room, but she couldn’t identify them from where she lay. “She’s up,” Hyunjin announced to whoever was in her apartment.
Mijoo heard the sound of shuffling and the thundering of footsteps. Hyunjin quickly moved out of the way as Felix and Jeongin burst through the door first, followed by Changbin and Seungmin and then the rest of the Stray Kid members. Mijoo felt self-conscious as the nine men surrounded her in bed.
Felix sat down on the edge of her bed and took her hand in his own, “How are you feeling?” He asked earnestly, his brow furrowing in concern.
Mijoo wanted to reach up and soothe his worries, but she couldn't lift up her arm. “Tired,” She rasped out.
“I gave her a sedative, so she’ll be out soon so she can rest and heal,” Hyunjin told the boys before turning to Mijoo. “But they wanted to see for themselves that you were going to be fine.”
“We were so worried when we heard,” Jeongin exclaimed a little too loudly, making Mijoo wince at the noise. Changbin nudged him slightly as if telling him to be quieter. The young boy held his hands over his mouth and nodded.
“What happened?” Seungmin asked with his arms crossed over his chest. Mijoo felt a little guilty looking at him, her gaze quickly moving away from his own.
“Maybe right after she woke up from a traumatic experience isn’t the best time to be interrogating her, Seungmin,” Felix spoke up defensively, Mijoo barely registered that his grip on her hand seemed to tighten.
Jisung scoffed, Mijoo hadn’t even noticed that he was there as well. “I think now is a perfect time to ask her what happened. She was the dumbass that got herself kidnapped in the first place even after I told her, her life was in danger. But does anyone listen to me? Noooo,” He was speaking too fast for Mijoo to fully understand what he was saying, but she was pretty sure that he had just insulted her.
“Give her a break Jisung, she’s not like the rest of us, she’s not used to this,” Felix argued back. Jisung just rolled his eyes in response.
“-my groceries...” Mijoo said softly, interrupting their squabbling, her mind again wondering about the fate of her purchased goods. “I- They were waiting for me... in the lobby.” It was not getting any easier for her to speak, her tongue felt like lead in her mouth.
She heard Chan sigh from the foot of her bed where he was standing, a sound she was getting much too accustomed to. She heard him say something to Woojin who was standing next to him, but couldn’t make out the words. Her eyelids were getting heavier and harder to keep open as she blinked.
“-’m sssss,” She mumbled out trying to speak, but she couldn’t seem to form the words.
“Come on..... leave her be... let.... rest,” She heard the sound of someone speaking, but she only caught snippets of it. She felt Felix’s hand slip from her grasp and she realized her eyes were no longer open. She wanted to stop Felix from leaving and ask him to stay, but she couldn’t open her mouth to speak. As she once again slipped into unconsciousness, she could have almost sworn she felt someone brush their fingers through her hair, but she let sleep claim her before she could think too much about it.
The next time Mijoo woke it was dark outside. There was no one waiting in her room this time, but as she looked around she spotted a glass of water waiting for her on her nightstand. Groaning, Mijoo sat up as far as she could and reached for the water. She quickly drank the whole glass before setting it back down and collapsing back against her pillow. Moving was painful. What time is it? How long was I gone? Does Nayeon think I went missing? Did I get out of taking that test that was on Monday? She wondered looking up at the ceiling.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her bedroom door opening and Hyunjin stepping inside. “You’re awake,” He noted, “and you drank the water I left for you, good. How are you feeling now?”
“What day is it?” Mijoo asked, noticing that her throat wasn’t hurting as much as it had earlier.
Hyunjin chuckled as he sat down next to her on the edge of the bed. “Would you believe me if I told you it was only Sunday?”
“But... it felt like I was there for days...” Mijoo replied, blinking in shock.
“No, just a few hours, but pain has a way of altering time,” Hyunjin responded. “Seungmin tried calling you and you didn’t answer. He checked your apartment and you weren’t there either and so he started to worry. He called Felix just as Zico was calling Chan.”
Mijoo frowned, “Who’s Zico?”
Hyunjin grabbed the empty glass from her nightstand and stood up, “He runs a smaller gang nearby. They probably heard about you and thought what better way to move up the ladder than go after Chan’s girlfriend. Zico told Chan where to find you. They wanted to make a statement... show that they were testing Stray Kids’ limits.”
Mijoo thought back to the feeling of steel against her skin, of the pain she experienced that had felt like days, but had only been hours. “I’m sorry...” Mijoo said softly.
Hyunjin blinked and looked at her confused, “Why are you sorry?”
“I went out... without Seungmin, without anyone, with me. If I hadn’t then they wouldn’t, they wouldn’t have...” Mijoo broke off as tears began to gather in her eyes again.
Hyunjin sat back down on the bed and grabbed her hand. “Hey, don’t think like that. It’s not your fault. They would have tried something whether Seungmin was there or not.”
Mijoo gave a half laugh, that sounded a little strangled to her ears, “That’s not reassuring at all.”
Hyujin laughed as well, “You’re right, it isn’t.” Hyunjin stood back up, “I’m going to get you some more water. Chan and Woojin will be back tomorrow to talk with you and you’ll want to be as rested up as you can be.”
Mijoo nodded as Hyunjin left her room with her water glass. She felt the bed dip and looked down to see Brian had jumped up in bed with her. He let out a small meow at her. “Hey there Mister...” She said as he came to lay down by her side. “Did you miss me?” Brian just looked at her and blinked before licking his paw and washing his face. “Yeah, I missed you too.” She sighed and leaned her head back against her pillow as Brian curled up in her side. By the time Hyunjin returned with her water she was fast asleep again.
Chapter 13 ⇒
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which groups do you follow?? do you think of create other ocs? love your writings, take care 🤍
alsjdhf thank you🥺 you take care, too!
on the groups i follow, it’s actually a lot so uhh here
ults: shinee, bts, skz, nct, txt, ab6ix, wanna one
groups/people i follow: ikon, astro, dreamcatcher, twice, blackpink, day6, iz*one, got7, itzy, btob, seventeen, red velvet, chungha, park jihoon, 2ne1, somi
groups/people i casually listen to: loona, exo, cix, monsta x, the rose, epik high, zico, big bang, cravity, super junior, dbsk, too, mcnd, iu, exid, g-idle, snsd, oh my girl, weki meki, and a lot more
as for creating other ocs, it crosses my mind a lot, but i only do it if i have the same motivation and inspiration i have for yoonmi, hannah, and seri 🤧 as you can see, i had an ikon oc (bitna) and an astro oc (dawon) but i lost inspiration for them :((
#ask.ggukkiedae#when i say i am a multi#i mean i am a multi#i listen to way more than this but like aksjdjf too many for me to list
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I've Waited For Too Long II.
I
Jungkook was seated backstage in front of a TV, watching the live broadcast of MAMA 2015. He was actually supposed to get ready, but he was mesmerized by the performance of the two groups he was close to. More of he was mesmerized by a certain brown-haired Royalty member dancing amazingly to the beat. Though he wasn’t really fond of her and Zico moving so closely together…
“Jungkook, you need to get ready,” one of the staff members called.
“I will be right there,” he called back, not taking his eyes off the screen.
“Jungkook-ssi.” Jimin walked up to him, already finished and placed a hand on his shoulder. “What are you staring at so intensel- Oh,” he caught himself as he looked up at the screen before he started smirking, “I see how it is.”
“Hm?” Jungkook hummed, though not really listening to his hyung.
“You are crushing on Nari now,” Jimin continued nevertheless, resting his hand on his chin thoughtfully, “Just right after she gave up on you-”
“Who said she gave up on me?!” Jungkook exclaimed, startling both him and Jimin. Jimin stared at him in disbelief. “Wooow. I was only joking, but you really are crushing on her?”
“No, pff. Of course not?” Jungkook denied, “Why would I-”
“Oh please, who are you trying to fool here?"Jimin cut him off, "You like her! Why do you keep denying it?”
“I’m not denying anything,” Jungkook mumbled, not really sounding convinced himself. Truth to be told he never knew why he didn’t reciprocate her feelings for him. She was cute after all…really cute…with her big doe eyes…He sighed, okay maybe he did kind of denied it. During the first times she started to pay attention to him and give him those hard cookies he really thought she was an obsessed freak. But he got used to it after a while, reluctantly accepting her baking goods. And these past years he even enjoyed the attention secretly even though he was still a little creeped out.
He never really realised how nice she was beneath his obsessed image of her. “Okay maybe I’m denying something…a bit. I don’t know.”
“Ha! I knew it!” Jimin jumped. “You like her! Tae, pay up!” he called out to his other dongsaeng. Taehyung wandered over with a confused look. “What are you talking about?”
“Jungkook likes Nari!” Jimin almost squealed.
V’s eyes widened. “What! Nooooooooooooo!”
“Haha, now you have to buy me food for a whole month!”
“Dammit,” he muttered.
Jungkook shook his head at his hyungs. How could they bet on something like that! And they were supposed to be older than him? Tch, no one would believe that. He looked up at the screen with a fleeting glance, thinking the performance was already over. It was almost, they had ended just right now. He froze as he saw Zico pull her closer, their chest practically glued together whilst the crowed erupted into even louder cheers. ‘What the hell?’ he thought, inspecting the awed expression on her face closely. She never looked at anyone like that except for him, so why now? 'Why is she looking at him like that?!’ he unconsciously clenched his fists.
“Guys, you have to get ready, you are on in fifteen,” a staff member called out again.
“Come on.” Jimin pushed Jungkook out of his seat. “Let’s go and greet the love of your life,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Shut up.”
“Oooohhh he is blushing.”
They walked up to the edge of the stage just in time to see Block B and Royalty coming from underneath it. Well, except for two.
“Hey you were great out there!” Jimin cheered, high fiving each of them as they passed by him.
“Thanks Jiminie,” the eldest Royalty member chimed, squishing his cheeks.
“Yah, don’t treat me like a child, noona,” Jimin whined childishly.
“But you are a child to me, dongsaengie~.”
“Where is Nari?” Jungkook bluntly cut in when he couldn’t spot her himself.
“Huh? She should be coming out soon.” With that he was left alone with his eyes roaming around restlessly as the others continued their mindless chatter. 'Where is she?’
Meanwhile still under the stage
I grabbed his shoulders as he pushed me against the wall, grasping my hips with his big hands. Resisting the urge to moan I let him take the lead of this make out session. This was my first kiss after all so I had no idea what else to do. Shivers ran up and down my spine as he pulled my thigh up to him, caressing the skin with his thumbs.
Unfortunately I had to pull away for air at some point, but we stayed close, our foreheads touching and lips brushing ever so often. “Ji Ho…”
“Hm?” he hummed with his deep voice, still in daze.
“What are we doing?”
“I think it’s called 'making out’ what we were doing?” He grinned and I felt my cheeks grow warm as I snapped, “Shut up! I know that, of course!” Ji Ho laughed loudly at my embarrassement before he quietened down with a gentle smile. “I don’t know what we are doing. Do we have to name this anything, yet?”
I shrugged a little in disappointment, looking down. Pushing my face back up with his fingers he made me look back into his eyes, “I would love to ask you to be my girlfriend,” he said and the intense gaze made me believe it, “But we both know that your heart is still taken. And I don’t want to be your rebound.”
“You are not my rebound, Ji Ho!” I immediately protested and held his face in my palms, “And you will never be! I’m over Jungkook…really.” He smiled at me, however there was a tinge of sadness in it. He pulled back with an almost inaudible 'okay’ and I kept quiet as he stepped away, but smiled when he held his hand out to me. “We should go. The others will start to worry where we are.” He led me backstage whilst I looked down at our entwined hands, trying to get used to this foreign feeling. With Zico everything was a whirlwind. He would switch the conversation from one topic to another so quickly that you had a hard time to follow. Just like now, my brain was swimming in confusion, but I decided to trust him.
Eventually we heard noises of our members’ chatter not far away and he glanced back, searching my face for something.
“What?” I asked him when he neither moved nor said anything. Ji Ho grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he held our hands up, tightening his grip around mine.
“Ready to make him jealous?” I nodded before I fully registered what he said. Wait, what?!
Backstage
'Where are they?’ Jungkook wondered, shuffling around the entrance Ji Ho and Nari should have come out of a long time ago. His head immediately snapped up as they finally appeared, his gaze though falling immediately on the hands that connected them.
“There you guys are!” Jimin called out and the others turned to see as well, “You took quite your time.” Nari chuckled awkwardly but Ji Ho only looked down at her with a dazed smile, causing Jungkook to almost snarl in annoyance. Who was he to look at her like that? Or rather, who gave him the permission to look at her at all? He had the sudden urge growing inside him to go up to them and yank their hands apart- Wait, what was going on with him? Where was this coming from all of a sudden? He swallowed, but found that he couldn’t as his throat was dry as a parchment when he watched the two talking, closely huddled together.
Throughout the next weeks he would watch from afar how they slowly blended into one person, glued to each other whenever he caught them somewhere. Zico even seemed to be there during every practice Royalty held and even stayed back with Nari whenever she wanted to train a little longer.
“Seriously, does he not have any practice to do himself?” Jungkook complained to his hyungs in their dorm as he reported back to them what he saw the two do today.
Namjoon sighed, “Jungkook, how long do we have to endure your 'Naco-reports’ before you get done with it?” Jungkook halted in his response, looking at his leader in confusion. “…Naco-reports?”
“Yeah Nari-Zico-reports.” Jungkook felt his nostrils flare as the anger boilt up inside him. “You gave them a ship name, hyung?! How could you? They are not even together!” It was quiet for a second as the others stared at him in shock.
“Woah, calm down there, maknae. That’s your elder you are talking to,” Suga chastised him, glancing up from his laptop for a second to send him a warning glare and Jungkook slumped down in defeat.
“I didn’t know it would bother you that much,” Namjoon mused, analysing his reaction more than being offended by it, “Do you like her or what?”
“No.”
“Yes, he does,” Taehyung corrected for him, sulkingly, “I have to buy Jimin food because of his stupid feelings,” he whined childishly.
Jin shook his head at the 4D alien before turning back to Jungkook, “Are you sure, you don’t feel anything for her? You’ve been stalking her for quite a while now. Which is really weird, because she used to be the one stalking you.”
“Yeah I would appreciate it if she stalked you again. Her cookies were a hit,” Hoseok chimed, throwing his arm over his maknae in order to cheer him up, but the youngest only chuckled sadly. “She doesn’t feel anything for me anymore.” And that sentence broke something inside him. He never thought the day she gave up on him would affect him this bad. He felt his stomach churning as he imagined her in Zico’s arms or anyone’s arms that weren’t his. Hoseok backed off him a little as he growled quietly to himself and looked at the others,
“Guys, either that sound was just Jungkook’s stomach stating it’s hungry or we seriously need to solve this matter once and for all,” he stated, inching away from the dark atmosphere his dongsaeng was emitting.
“There is nothing we can do,” Jin explained.
“But hyung, the cookies!” Taehyung and Jimin complained, looking at him with begging eyes.
“I will make those cookies for you, but don’t do anything to Nari. She has been hurt enough.” At his words Jungkook felt his chest clench tightly, knowing full well that it was his fault. If only he had accepted all of her cookies without complain. If only he had accepted her requests to meet up with her. If only he hadn’t taken her presence for granted. Then he would have known how to truly appreciate her.
It was too late though. Or was it?
….
“But Jin-hyung, your cookies suck!”
III.
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Gender
Pairing: ZiSeo ft Block B
Series: Block B Additional Member AU
Rating: Fluff
Synopsis: Just ZiSeo annoying Block B like usual.
Seo slapped her sweater paws together as she stood on the set of weekly idol, a small smile on her lips as Jiho was beside her with the rest of the Block B members. Jihoon had gotten out of the military nearly five months ago so they were back to their usual sleeves.
“Do you two find it hard having a married couple in the group?” The host asked.
Kyung answered, “Not really, nothing has really changed, we just get a lot less of Zico’s whining,”
Zico’s jaw dropped as he looked over at his childhood friend.
“The only downside is that we hear whenever they get..,” Yukwon grinned, “connected,”
Seo swallowed thickly, slowly raising her sweater paws to cover her face. Zico squeezed his eyes shut as he tried not to laugh at Yukwon’s wording.
“They do it with you all around?!”
“Yeah, it’s gotten worse because their trying for a baby,” Taeil looked over at the hosts.
“Ah..,” Seo whispered, turning and hiding herself in Jiho’s sleeve.
He slipped his arm around her shoulders, holding her under his arm and snickering slightly.
“You two are trying for a baby?”
“We were,” Jiho explained, “But we don’t need to anymore,”
All the other six Block B members turned and looked over at the pairing with wide eyes, their jaws dropping slightly. This was all news to them.
“Baby?!” P.O gasped, looking down at Seo.
Seo nodded as she pulled herself away from Jiho’s side, “We got the report back last night, we’re five weeks pregnant right now,”
“Oh my god, congratulations!”
“When were we going to find out about this?!” B-bomb yelled.
“Yah! Hyung!” P.O yelled, “When would you two have told us?!”
Jiho shook his head, “We had more important people to tell! Like my Eomma!”
“We’re really excited to be having a daughter,” Seo smiled brightly.
“You mean son,” Jiho stated.
Seo’s face dropped as she looked up at her husband.
“Daughter,” Seo stated firmly.
“Son,” Jiho whined, “You can’t tell if were having a boy or not!”
“I’m the one with the baby in me!” Seo stomped her feet and placed her hands on her tummy, “How can I tell? I’m her Eomma and she’s a girl,”
Jiho moved, placing his hand on her stomach, “Well I’m their Appa and he’s telling me he’s a boy,”
Kyung looked over at the hosts, “See out point?”
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Black [M]
A/N:sorry it’s l8 don’t hate me. also, I’M SEEING DEAN IN 2 DAYS AHHHH! ANNNNDD this is in honor of my bff’s bday! happy birthday sis <3
characters: dean x oc, zico x oc, crush, rome’
genre: angst(ish?), university au
rated: m, violence, (mentions of) abuse (physical and physiological), sexual content (not in this ch) tbh i’m thinking of changing this bc it’s more DEPRESSING than anything else
CH1 CH2 CH3 CH4
chapter 5:
my head was everywhere and nowhere all at once. the streams of tears on my cheeks were pushed off by the wind. I took a deep breath and brought my knees up to my chest. the water was flowing quicker than usual and the creek was higher too. the rain had increased the water in the creek. I grabbed a branch laying on the dirt and started playing with it. the sun had already set and I had been here for a couple of hours. it was friday night so no one was on campus. across the creek was the building I basically lived in, the physical science building. I had never seen it at night, it was a newer building so it looked nice. the lights gave it life.
I focused on my breathing as I took in the sight before me. our campus had a creek that ran through it and only now did I notice it’s beauty. the 5 hours I had been sitting here I questioned all my actions. after leaving and making a scene at the boy’s place, I came here. all I could think about was how the hell I would be able to face him again. I couldn’t grasp why he would go back to her after everything she’s done. was she right? no matter what she did, did he go back to her every time? I felt like the past four months had meant nothing to him. his actions said differently but maybe I misread them. I hated myself for allowing myself to fall into this mess. I wasn’t even mad at nayeon, she did what I did to dean. I had called my sister earlier and basically ranted to her.
“do you want me to go? actually don’t answer, I’m on my way. I’ll be there tonight just tell me if I should meet you at home or elsewhere. we can get a hotel too if you feel uncomfortable going home”
“jaeju, I know I never do this but…please come. I need someone. I’m so lost I don’t know what I did or what to do about it”
the drive was about 5 hours from where she was attending university but nonetheless, I knew she would be here in a heartbeat if I asked. I decided to wait here until I got the text that she was in town which should be anytime soon. I didn’t want to walk home alone and at night either since I had left my car back home.
I felt a drop of liquid hit my cheek and for a moment I thought I started crying without realizing it but then another one hit my nose, then my shoulder and before I knew it, it was pouring. I got up and climbed my way out of the creek, quickly moving to the open overhang of the physical science building. by the time I got there, I was drenched and so was my cast.
“fuck” I uttered, trying my best to dry it up and avoid the water that slipped through the open slots above me. I didn’t even have a sweater on or anything. my phone buzzed and I slipped it out of my pocket, praying it was jaeju.
Dean: that overhang is open, it’s doing nothing
what? I immediately looked up and around me. I didn’t see anyone but he had to be here, how else would he know?
Dean: can’t see me?
normally I would feel scared by now but it was him, he was playing mind games now so I would go to him and then he’d make me weak and I’d fall into the trap again.
“fuck off” I spat out.
Dean: the more wet your cast gets, the more likely it is that you’ll get a hard one again
“what do you want?!”
Dean: you know where it’s dry? where we used to meet every Tuesday and Thursday after your lab.
that was around the corner of the building. I wasn’t able to see if there was anyone there since I was at the entrance but I knew he was. I looked down at my cast, I managed to keep it pretty dry despite the fact that it was still pouring on me. I refused to go to him so instead, I decided to head to the library on the other side of campus. I put my phone away before holding my arm against my chest and preparing to run across to the next building.
I looked back at the corner of the building before rushing to the building next to it. the sole of my shoe slid against the puddle on the pavement and led me to the mud now formed along the side of the creek. before I was able to slide into the water a familiar set of arms wrapped themselves around my waist. I didn’t even have to look to see who it was.
he pulled me away from the mud and as soon as we were on pavement again, I ripped his arms off me.
“why are you here?!” I yelled. I looked up at him and he took his jacket off, putting it over my shoulders and propping the hood up over my head. I saw his eyes, they were glossy, red, and a little puffy. he had been crying too.
“because you’re here” he replied calmly. I was too cold to refuse the jacket that still carried his warmth and scent, the scent that had brought me comfort for so long. that scent alone brought back so many memories, good and bad. a drop hit my cheek but this time it wasn’t the rain. looking at him like this made me lose all my words. I couldn’t talk, all I could do was look at him. he brought his hand up and cupped my cheeks, wiping away the tears that streamed down using his thumb but he kept his hands there. he stepped closer, inching in on the space between us and before I knew it, I felt a set of lips press against mine. my eyes instinctively fluttered shut and for that moment I forgot everything. our lips fit like they were sculpted for one another. his were soft and plump, moving gently and slowly like I was the most delicate thing they had ever touched. our lips created a bridge between us and I felt every emotion pass from his body to mine. despite how upset I was towards him, I reciprocated his actions. the kiss was sweet, so sweet I could taste it. I could stay in this moment forever. for once I felt something I hadn’t felt before. I felt complete.
I brought my hands up to his chest and carefully pushed him back. he was soaked and dripping in water. his lips immediately moved to my forehead, pressing a kiss against it. I felt shivers running up my spine both from the cold and his touch. he circled his arms around me and pulled me against his side as he started walking. before I could even voice myself, he read my mind.
“the car, we’re going to the car because it’s cold and you’ll get sick. I won’t take you anywhere you don’t want me to, in fact we’ll stay in the parking lot. if you want to go home, we will. if not, we’ll spend as long as you want here”
I didn’t argue, allowing myself to be drifted off. part of me felt stupid, like I caught the bait but the other part knew that the kiss wasn’t just a kiss. it felt different from any other kiss to me and I hoped it did to him too.
we sat in silence for a couple of minutes. I knew he was giving me space until I was ready to talk or until he knew I was ready to listen. he reached for my hand and I allowed him to take it, lacing our fingers together. he ran his thumb back and forth against mine before breaking the silence.
“I’m not with her” I didn’t move. “I won’t lie anymore. ever since the day at the emergency room, she hasn’t stopped texting and calling me. I didn’t reply until she started to talk about you. she was watching you for a while and when I found out, there was no way in hell I would allow it to continue. so I gave her what she wanted” oh god, I felt my stomach basically drop to my ass. I didn’t know what was about to come out of his mouth but half of me assumed sex while the other half assumed a relationship.
“I gave her money to leave us alone but mostly to leave you alone. I don’t want her around you, not because I’m afraid she’ll hurt you. I know you can step on her in a second. she’s a toxic person and you’re not. you’re genuine and caring and loving and exactly the opposite of her. what I hid earlier from you when you saw my phone was her texting me that she got the money. nayeon saw us downtown last week because I met up with her to come to that arrangement. I told her I’d give her whatever she wanted and that’s what she chose” I was dumbfounded. I didn’t know how to react. my brows knit together in sadness as I turned to look at him. he had a half pressed smile on his lips and his hair was still dripping water on the seat.
“I’m sorry you had to be the first one to say I love you and I’m sorry it was in the way it was. I’ve never felt this way about anyone and if I’m being completely honest, it scares the shit out of me. you weren’t wrong and you didn’t mistake my gestures. you’re not a toy, you’re my person. and you aren’t the only one who feels twelve. if I could express how I feel when you fall asleep in my arms you would see how childish I feel but there truly aren’t any words for it. I can’t fix your broken wrist but,” he reached into his pocket, pulling out a string of silver with a pendant in the middle. he held it up and my lips curled into a smile. “I can fix your broken necklace…and your broken heart”
he leaned over, circling the necklace around my neck and adjusting the pendant before pressing a gentle peck against my lips. I brought my hand up, tracing his jaw. I had never seen his features this close. his tattoo reached up behind his ear, his eyes sunk in ever so slightly and he had puffy under eyes from the countless nights of staying up studying. his lips were perfectly sized, plump and smooth. he noticed me staring and smiled.
“I love you” he murmured. I looked up into his eyes, they were filled with passion. there was no way he couldn’t see my heart beating out of my chest.
“for once in my life I will take zico’s advice. be mine chaeyeon. let’s make this real. I can’t live without you yelling at me for stupid shit or hitting me when I fuck up on a chemistry problem so stay by my side. I won’t let anyone come near you, I don’t care what I have to do. just, please, be the reactant in my mechanism” up until the last part I was melting. he tried so hard with that science pun that it made me burst in laughter.
“aw fuck, was it that bad?” he asked.
I nodded, sliding my hand down and around his neck.
“so…”
“I’ll think about it” his face fell instantly but he pretended to be okay with it.
“I can work with that!” he exclaimed.
“it’s a yes if you buy me food”
“what do you want? I’ll have a restaurant opened just for you if it’s closed. I’ll buy you the most expensive meal on this planet if you want that”
I was amused by his response. it felt like this was a new dean. he wasn’t afraid to tell my how he felt anymore and I liked it. I was about to reply when I felt my phone buzz in my back pocket. I pulled it out and read the text.
“shit I forgot”
“what is it babe?” that word made my heart skip a beat. he had used it before but the context was different now and I hated that I loved it. I gently squeezed his hand, using my other one to buckle my seatbelt.
“my sister is here”
“your what is where?!”
“…my sister”
“you mean the sister you spoke to earlier, the one who said she would murder me if she ever saw me..” he made me question how long he had been watching over me for.
I nodded, signaling him to drive. he hesitated, tapping his foot and biting his lip. I rolled my eyes and lightly punched his shoulder.
“man up, she won’t kill you” he exhaled a sigh of relief but I could tell he was still nervous.
“I don’t want to, I’m scared”
“you’re such a baby. go on, go home” I pointed at the door to my left. he looked in its direction, debating whether he should take his opportunity to flee.
“no, I’ll meet her. I want to meet her” he uttered. my lips curled into a smile, reaching for his hand. he gladly extended it out for me and intertwined our fingers together. I pulled my keys out of my pocket and opened the door. jisu and my sister, jaeju, were on the couch talking. they had always gotten along really well. the moment they saw me they stood up but their expressions changed when they noticed dean following behind me.
“uh, jaeju, this is dean” my lips formed an awkward smile, hoping she wouldn’t be too hard on him.
“it’s nice to meet you!” dean extended his hand to her but she just looked at him, crossing her arms over her chest. I walked over to the bathroom and quickly brought back a towel, tossing it over dean’s hair and gently drying it off.
“drinks anyone?” jisu attempted to lighten the mood, making her way to the kitchen and pulling out a case of beer from the fridge. she didn’t even like to drink, what the hell was she doing?
I pushed dean toward the couch and took a seat next to him. my sister sat on the other couch, her eyes almost piercing holes through him.
“listen, I know you aren’t very happy about this,” I motioned at dean and I. “and you’re probably confused but I will explain later. since you’re here for the weekend lets plan something and you can get to know everyone”
“who’s everyone?” she asked.
“well there’s crush, christian, zico and of course dean” jisu walked in, handing each of us a bottle of beer.
“oh, I really want to meet zico! from what you tell me, he’s so sassy it’s great” she said as she took a sip of the drink.
“let’s go out tonight!” jisu yelled across the world. I hadn’t gone to a party in a while but I felt like my cast prohibited me from doing so. I turned to look at dean, taking the edge of the towel lying on his shoulders and wiping off the water dripping on his neck.
“what do you think?” I asked.
“I don’t think you should go out while you still have that on your arm babe”
“babe?!” jisu asked. “I fucking knew this would happen, I need confirmation so I can receive my $150”
“…what?” dean asked.
“they all betted…on us being together or whatever. jisu said before the semester ends and I guess now they all owe her $150” dean’s expression was priceless. he looked horrified, offended and happy all at once.
“okay wait what? didn’t you just tell me you didn’t want to see him ever again? and why didn’t you tell me about the bet jisu?” jaeju questioned. dean and I stayed silent, avoiding eye contact with jisu or jaeju.
“amazing” jisu said before grabbing a couple of beers and heading out the door.
“where are you going?” I asked.
“to get my money!” I sighed, waving her off.
“can I talk to you chae?” jaeju asked as she stood up, heading to the entertainment room. I got up and dean tugged my hand.
“it’s fine, I’ll explain it all just stay here okay?” he nodded, releasing me. I followed after my sister, closing the door behind me.
“the fuck is happening?”
“okay I know you’re confused so I’ll clear things up”
“please do!”
“while I was waiting for you, it’s a long story but basically dean was there the whole time and he told me everything. he came clean. he paid her to leave us alone, he’s not with her. I feel bad that he felt like he had to do that” jaeju remained unamused. I whined and tugged at her sleeve.
“he confessed his feelings and it made me all giddy inside but I didn’t show it. don’t hate him, he did it with good intentions and I really like him. jaeju,” I pulled her closer before whispering. “we kissed”
“so? you act like you’ve never kissed anyone”
“ok bitch listen up, this wasn’t just a kiss. it was like in the movies. it was raining and you know how they put fireworks or whatever, yeah well that didn’t happen but I did feel, I don’t know. I felt special. this is so fucking cheesy it’s nasty but it felt so…right? I can’t even explain it”
“okay shut up! I get it, stop being gross. fuck it’s so weird to see you being so girly with these feelings. I don’t think you’ve ever been this smitten before” a look of disgust crossed her face and I shoved her shoulder.
“be nice, please. he was really nervous for obvious reasons but he wants to get to know you” she rolled her eyes before giving in.
“fine, fine whatever” I smiled, dragging her out of the room.
jaeju had agreed that she wanted to take advantage of the weekend here to meet everyone. her first mission was a party. everyone had already been at the boy’s place pregaming so we followed after jisu. my sister and dean had talked for a bit and I could tell she had lightened up and I knew she didn’t think badly of him. all she did was put on that persona to scare him and it worked. it was amusing to see dean scared of something so I kept that one to myself, he didn’t have to know that she didn’t hate him.
“ayy! look who finally joined the party!” a drunk christian hollered as we walked in.
“okay shut up ugly ass. first of all, this is my sister, jaeju” I pointed at her and she smiled at everyone.
“take a seat” zico motioned to the couch and my sister sat next to christian. they began drinking and talking. I overheard bits and pieces about anime and dramas. christian was such a big drama nerd but you would never guess it by looking at him.
dean took a seat on the other couch, tugging me onto his lap. immediately the screaming began and I slid off his lap.
“FINALLY” zico yelled, raising his bottle. everyone raised their drinks and crush stood up.
“to the second stupid couple of the day!” he said before they all agreed and drank. I looked at dean confused. he pointed at sochi then at zico.
“you missed it” he said. “I mean I missed it too but he texted me. they got their heads out of their asses finally” he took a drink of the bottle in his hand and set it down on the table, tossing an arm around me and pulling me closer to him. i took a sip of my own drink as I looked at sochi and zico. they looked so different. the black cloud floating over them was gone. I looked around at everyone, having a good time, screaming, laughing, talking, whatever they were doing, they were happy. when I looked back at dean, his gaze was still fixed on me. his lips instantly turned into a smile and I reciprocated it.
“you’re so cute” his cheeks were flushed and that’s how I knew he was drunk. I pressed my lips together as he began playing with my hair. he leaned down, leaning his forehead against mine. I could smell the alcohol radiating from his mouth and I was beginning to get lost in his eyes before being interrupted.
“alright alright, it’s 10pm why are we still here?!” crush howled.
“let’s go!” they all replied. jaeju looked at me, asking for permission. I nodded and she grinned.
“let’s go chae” jisu called. I shook my head and raised my cast to her.
“aw cmon! it’s not the big one anymore, come with us babe!” zico reached out for my hand and I kicked his.
“never mind stay here bye” he said. I laughed and so did dean.
“good job” he said. zico rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys. everyone was heading out, each one trying to pull us out with them. it took a while for them to leave since they were all begging us to go too but we just wanted to be alone tonight. once they left we picked a movie and I laid down, resting my head on dean’s lap. he continued playing with my hair as we watched the movie although he was watching me more than the movie. this was a new feeling. I felt as if nothing had changed but at the same time it felt like everything had changed. his touch was different, his eyes were different, everything was different but in a good way. he leaned down and let his body go limp above me. I groaned and pushed him off, leaning to sit up on the couch. as I was stretching, his arms circled around my waist, tugging me close to him. soon, I felt his plump set of lips against my jaw. the action caught me off guard and I shoved him off a little harder than I intended. his arm hit the edge of the table and he groaned in pain.
“I’m so sorry!! I didn’t mean to!” I reached for his arm and knitted my brows together in guilt. he looked up at me before charging towards me. I ended up pinned against the couch with my arms over my head as he tickled the life out of me. my screams and laughter filled the room and his followed after. I managed to bring my leg up and push his hips, forcing him off me.
“STOP!” I yelled, trying to regain my breath. “try that shit one more time and my foot will go up your ass” his arms flew up in surrender.
“yes ma’am!” he made his way back to the couch as I grabbed the remote, turning off the tv.
“it’s only 11 why are you turning it off” he asked.
“shut up you weren’t even watching”
“yeah I was too busy staring at you” I maintained a blank expression even though inside I felt giddy and childlike. my hand immediately went up, smacking his arm.
“you’re ugly, shut up” I uttered. he just smiled, staring at me for a second. just as I was about to hit him again, he quickly leaned over, planting a quick yet sweet peck against my lips. my eyes widened slightly and he got up running away. I ran after him, following him into his room. I felt like I was a child at the playground chasing her crush around.
when I entered the bedroom, I didn’t see him. I swear I saw him go in but he was nowhere to be found.
“dean..” I called out. there was no answer so I checked the closet. I swung the door open to the empty closet. as I was about to make my way to the door I felt something grab my foot and I fell to the floor. luckily I landed on something softer than the hardwood floor, dean. he caught me, enveloping his arms around me.
“clumsy”
“clumsy?! you grabbed my foot. where the hell were you even hiding?” I asked.
“I was right here!” his mouth opened to form a wide smile that soon turned into chuckles. I pushed myself off him and climbed onto the bed and under the covers.
“get out of my room” I mumbled. I heard him get up and felt him climb up behind me.
“excuse me this is my room”
“it’s mine now” I felt his arms slither around my waist, pulling my body close to his. his chest was pressed against my back and I could barely feel his heartbeat. I flipped over, pushing him onto his back. my head rested on his chest right over his heart. it was soothing. his arm wrapped around me and mine around his torso. a kiss was pressed upon my head and I hugged tighter.
“you’re right, everything mine is yours now” I slipped my leg between his, tangling them together under the covers.
“hold up, you never bought me food” not even half a second went by before he tried to get up but my hold around him stopped him from doing so.
“let go I have to buy you food right this instant!” he growled.
“shut up you can buy me food tomorrow”
“no, I can’t wait that long. what if you meet someone before I buy you food? I can’t risk that shit chae, lets go” once again, he tried to get up but I clung around him.
“dean stoooop” I whined, tightening my hold.
“this is a matter of life and death” he sounded so serious but I couldn’t help but laugh. he stayed quiet and I stopped laughing when I looked up at him. he was actually serious.
“I’m being serious. I don’t want to wait anymore. I don’t want what happened today to happen again because I’m not being clear about my feelings. I know we’re never serious but I love you and you know that and-“ I cut him off by leaning up to press my lips against his.
“you talk a lot and worry a lot. you want a clear answer though and that’s fair because that’s what I wanted from you and you gave it to me. so I’ll give you one too. yes.” he just stared at me in confusion for a second before realized what I meant. his eyes lit up and his lips curled to form that smile that warmed me up on the coldest days. his body relaxed again and he scooted closer, returning to our position. my head rested on his chest as my finger traced random shapes on it. yet again, he pressed a kiss on my head, uttering a ‘thank you’.
“chaeyeon my girlfriend” I heard him whisper to himself.
“what?” I looked up at him, amused by his joy.
“nothing babe” he smiled. we remained in each other’s embrace for a while eventually drifting off to sleep.
“christian hurry up bro” dean yelled from the door.
“I’m fucking hungry, go without him” jaeju commented from the couch.
“no no I’m here lets go” I threw a piece of popcorn at dean and another at christian.
“we’ll be back with the food, tell everyone to be here in 10 minutes” dean leaned down to press a peck on my lips before he exited the door.
“nasty” jaeju said. I grabbed a kernel, throwing it at her.
“shut up you hooked up with his friend”
“ONCE. shut up bitch” she raised her hand to smack the side of my exposed thigh. I winced, kicking her.
I picked up my phone, texting our group chat.
Chaeyeon: food in 10 bitchez
Zico: be home in 5 min with sochi
Nayeon: coming
Jisu: nayeon wait for me
last night, when dean and I stayed home and everyone went out, they all came back drunk as fuck. we chose to ignore the noise and continue sleeping but christian’s room is above dean’s and we heard, well stuff. it wasn’t until the next morning that I saw my sister coming downstairs that I figured it out. the walk of shame.
I had kicked dean out of his own room and dragged jaeju inside, forcing her to tell me everything. she hooked up with christian that night and slept over but she slipped out of bed before he could wake up. surprisingly, I was more amused with the situation than anything else.
“do you like him omg”
“what? no it was just…in the moment”
“okay but you have to admit he’s hot as fuck”
“okay maybe a little”
“a little?! bitch he’s gorgeous. his tattoos make him even hotter. damn I’m a little jealous now”
“what?! you have dean fuck off”
“defensive, nice. you like him”
“chaeyeon shut the fuck up”
“yes master”
“god you’re annoying. so…what’s his type”
“ahh! okay he’s very sweet and quiet just like you except for the sweet part. he’s also very affectionate but I’m sure you already found THAT out” she hit my shoulder.
“well, he was. but it would never work out between us, I live really far away”
“so?! if you think about it that’s a good thing. you leave tomorrow night so just get to know him more. I’ve only seen him hook up with girls but from what dean’s told me, when he likes someone you can tell right away. if he likes you he’ll keep in touch but for now just have fun” she rolled her eyes, groaning.
“why did I even come, you’re fine”
“shut up bitch you got dicked down hahaha”
“I fucking hate you”
what a liar. she took my advice and later that day christian texted her. they had gone out bowling in the afternoon and now we were both on the couch waiting for dean and christian to bring home dinner. sochi and zico had been out since the morning and nayeon and jisu had been in the library studying. crush never came home but zico said he went to some girl’s place.
nayeon and jisu walked in a couple minutes after the guys left. nayeon didn’t even hesitate before making her way to the kitchen. we were all comfortable here despite the fact that none of us actually lived here.
“what are they bringing?” she asked.
“korean food for once, I’m craving ddeokboki”
“nice” jisu said as she took the control from my hand, flipping through the channels and taking a seat on the other couch. I threw a pillow at her and she caught it. jaeju sat up, grabbing her phone.
“it’s been like 20 minutes where are they” I checked my phone too. dean hadn’t texted back since they left.
“maybe the food’s just taking a while” nayeon hollered from the kitchen. I called dean but it went straight to voicemail. I got a horrifying feeling in the pit of my stomach but I convinced myself that it was just me overthinking things.
“I’m sure they’ll be home soon, someone text zico and ask if he’s on his way” I said.
“he’s said they’re pulling up right now” jisu replied. I looked at my phone again, texting dean.
Chayeon: are you on your way home? (4:45)
Chaeyeon: deeeaaannn (4:51)
Chaeyeon: dean answer (4: 52)
Chaeyeon: where are you (5:01)
I tried calling again but I was sent straight to voicemail for the second time. zico and sochi walked it. sochi went straight to the bathroom and zico took a seat next to me on the couch.
“sorry we’re a little late, are they coming?” he asked.
“yeah I think it’s just taking a while for the food”
“did you call him?”
“yeah” he read my expression in a heartbeat.
“let me try” he pulled his phone out, dialing the familiar digits. I could barely hear but, I heard the voicemail message. now I was about 2 seconds from freaking out. this wasn’t like him.
“don’t worry I’ll call christian” yet again, he dialed and the same message ringed in my ears. zico’s arm wrapped around me and he rubbed my shoulder.
“hey they’re fine, they probably just don’t have signal. it’s only been half an hour and bad news travels fast okay?” his lips pressed against my forehead and I nodded, fiddling with my phone in my hands. I tried to keep my mind away from bad thoughts by watching tv but I couldn’t do it.
10 minutes passed then 20 then 30. they had been gone for over an hour but zico kept reassuring me that I was overthinking the situation. my phone started vibrating in my hands but the number was private. I didn’t even think before answering.
“hello?”
“is this park chaeyeon?”
“yes, who is this?”
“I’m with mercy west trauma center. a young man and his friend have been in a car accident and this was the number I was given as a primary emergency contact. unfortunately, neither one made it. I’m sorry for your loss. we did everything we could. we understand that is going to be a tough time for-” he kept talking but I couldn’t recognize any words, it was like everything around me went silent. I couldn’t breathe and I felt the tears building up in my eyes. it felt like everything was happening so slowly and quickly at the same time. everyone was circling around me but I couldn’t hear any of them. I dropped my phone and pushed everyone away from me, sprinting out the door.
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THE BOYZ x OC Profiles
Disclaimer: I know Hwall left THE BOYZ back in October, but I created these characters beforehand. Just bare with me on it, please. This will be updated when needed.
Cheyenne
Full Name: Cheyenne Bethany Alberty
Birthday: May 15, 1997
Hometown: Gallup, New Mexico, USA
Height: 5’7
Nationality: Native American
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Brown
S/O: Sangyeon
-Her designated color is sparkly red
-She has a mom, dad, and older brother
-She has tattoos on her left arm of Native American symbols
-She grew up on her family’s ranch
-Her family is decent from the Navajo Indian tribe
-Her favorite artists include The Rose, DREAMCATCHER, and Imagine Dragons
-She’s studying history.
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Erin
Full Name: Erin Melissa Lee
Birthday: July 26, 1997
Hometown: Madison, Wisconson, USA
Height: 5’5
Nationality: Korean-American
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
S/O: Jacob (married August 22, 2020)
Children: Lydia Bae (born June 29, 2021)
-Her designated color is sparkly yellow
-Erin is bilingual in Korean and English
-Both of her parents are American, but Korean decent
-She has a younger brother named James and a younger sister named Rebecca
-She met Jacob at the diner she worked at (she was his waitress)
-Erin is studying Fine Arts and Biology
-Her favorite artists are The Backstreet Boys, Ailee, EXO, and MAMAMOO
-She has a tattoo of a flock of birds across her upper back
-Her personality is what can be described as similar to Jacob’s
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Hyejin
Full Name: Park Hye Jin
Birthday: September 21, 1997
Hometown: Hongdae, South Korea
Height: 5’4
Nationality: Korean
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
S/O: Younghoon
-Her designated color is sparkly sky blue
-She has a mom, dad, and older sister
-She has a tattoo of her birthstone and flower on left hip
-Hyejin looks intimidating, but she’s actually a very sweet and kind person
-She’s studying to be a chef
-Her favorite artists include Chungha, VAV, LOONA, TWICE, and NCT
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Ashlyn
Full Name: Ashlyn Patrice Reynolds
Birthday: January 25, 1998
Hometown: Vancouver, Canada
Height: 5’5
Nationality: African-Canadian
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
S/O: Hyunjae
-Her designated color is sparkly silver
-She has a mom, dad, older brother, and younger sister
-She has a tattoo of a hibiscus flower on her right shoulder.
-She and Kevin grew up together
-She’s studying to be a nurse
-Her favorite artists include Zico, Stray Kids, Red Velvet, and BLACKPINK
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Heeyeon
Full Name: Kim Hee Yeon
Birthday: March 15, 1998
Hometown: Jeonju, South Korea
Height: 5’3
Nationality: Korean
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
S/O: New
-Her designated color is sparkly clear
-Heeyeon is an engineering student
-She met New in high school, but they didn’t reconnect until after he had debuted.
-She has a mom, dad, and an older brother
-Heeyeon has a tattoo of roses on her left arm
-Her favorite artists include Demi Lovato, Monsta X, DREAMCATCHER, and Imagine Dragons
-She can come off as unapproachable at first, but she is very kind and a great friend
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Stephanie
Full Name: Jung Si Hyeon/Stephanie Jung
Birthday: September 8, 1998
Hometown: Sydney, Australia
Height: 5’5
Nationality: Korean-Australian
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
S/O: Juyeon
-Her designated color is sparkly blue
-She is bilingual in Korean and English
-She has played soccer since she was seven
-She and Juyeon met when she was visiting family in Seoul and saw him playing basketball on evening and asked him if she could join
-She has a tattoo of a small tulip on her right shoulder blade
-Stephanie is studying elementary education
-Her nickname is “Stephie”
-Her favorite artists include Day6, ATEEZ, KARD, and 5SOS
-She has a fun and comical personality
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Jia
Full Name: Tsai Jiayuan
Birthday: October 14, 1998
Hometown: Taipei, Taiwan
Height: 5’3
Nationality: Taiwanese
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
S/O: Q
-Her designated color is sparkly white
-She has a mom, dad, and younger brother
-She has a tattoo of the Chinese symbols for love on her left rib
-Her favorite artists include MAMAMOO, Sunmi, TWICE, AB6IX, and Monsta X
-She’s studying biology
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Sadie
Full Name: Sadie Marie Rogers
Hometown: Longview, Texas, USA
Height: 5’4
Nationality: American
Hair: Red
Eyes: Blue
S/O: Kevin
-Her designated color is sparkly gold.
-She has an older brother named Miles.
-She has a tattoo of a Prince of Egypt quote across her left shoulder blade: “Look at your life through Heaven’s eyes”
-She met Kevin at a music festival
-Her favorite artists are Kelly Clarkson, Red Velvet, DREAMCATCHER, and Day6
-She’s studying business and theatre arts
-She has a promise ring Kevin gave her, and it has both of their birth stones in it
-She has a bright and kind heart
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Minnie
Full Name: Minnie Connelly
Birthday: October 5, 1999
Hometown: London, England, United Kingdom
Height: 5’3
Nationality: British
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Brown
S/O: Haknyeon
-Her designated color is sparkly orange
-She and Haknyeon met in 2016 when she went with her dad on one of his business trips to Jeju and met Haknyeon on his parents’ farm
-She is studying business and cosmetology
-She is a beauty influencer on YouTube.
-She has a tattoo of a small piglet on her left rib
-She has a mom, dad, and younger brother named Wyatt.
-Haknyeon confessed to Minnie after he was eliminated on P101S2
-She is also part Portuguese on her mother’s side
-He favorite artists include Adele, ASTRO, BTS, Apink, and Imagine Dragons
-Minnie is known for having a kind heart and cheerful personality
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Claudia
Full Name: Claudia Sofia García
Birthday: February 23, 2000
Hometown: Miami, Florida
Height: 5’3
Nationality: Cuban-American
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
S/O: Sunwoo
-Her designated color is sparkly purple
-She has a mom, dad, and twin brother named David
-She has a tattoo on her right wrist of a cross
-She was a mezzo on her school’s choir
-Her favorite artists include Jennifer Lopez, (G)-IDLE, Pentagon, VAV, and Selena Quintanilla
-She’s studying dance and is on the dance line at her college
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Aubrey
Full Name: Aubrey Catherine Harper
Birthday: March 15, 2000
Hometown: Canton, Texas
Height: 5’3
Nationality: American
Hair: Red
Eyes: Brown
S/O: Eric
-Her designated color is sparkly pink
-She has a mom, dad, and twin sister named Allison
-She has a tattoo on her left wrist that reads “A2”
-She was a drummer and lead vocal in her high school band called The Crowned Ones
-Aubrey met Eric in the summer of 2018 at a music store in Los Angeles
-Her favorite artists include The Electric Light Orchestra, Whitney Houston, Day6, DREAMCATCHER, The Rose, GOT7, and Selena Quintanilla
-She’s studying music education and business
-She is known for being a sweetheart
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Eunkyung
Full Name: Choi Eun Kyung
Birthday: May 22, 2000
Hometown: Seoul, South Korea
Height: 5’2
Nationality: Korean
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
S/O: Hyunjoon
-Her designated color is sparkly black
-She has a mom, dad, and older sister
-She used to be trainee, but left due to her being severely bullied
-She met Hyunjoon in 2018 in the hospital after she was recovering from a car accident
-Eunkyung has a tattoo of a diamond below her right ankle
-She’s studying psychology and counseling, and she does dance on the side
-Her favorite artists include Red Velvet, NCT, SNSD, and GOT7
-She can come off as shy, but she opens the more you get to know her
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