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ficclings · 8 months ago

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LOST - CHAPTER SIX

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It didn’t take a lot to panic Felix nowadays, with everything going on, but he never thought he would be panicking over the sight of water bottles.

“What’s the matter?” Minho’s voice was groggy and filled with the want for sleep.

“We don’t have much water left and I’m not drinking from the tap,” Felix tried to keep his voice down, as not to worry the hybrid currently sleeping for the first time in a couple of days.

“I would suggest the water back at my workplace but I’m not even sure that’s safe to drink,” Minho paused, “I don’t know how long water can sit there and be safe,” he added with a pout forming.

“I’d use the internet but that’s down,” Felix rubbed at his forehead and sat down on the kitchen floor, feeling defeated.

A small smile returning when Pepie padded over to him and rested at his side to give Felix some comfort; which it did.

“Do we go for a supply run?” Minho suggested, joining Felix on the floor, head smacking against the lower cabinets, “We just went out for one; we’re exhausted,” he hesitated for a second before putting an arm around Felix’s shoulders, “we have enough for a couple of days,”

Felix sighed and ran his fingers through Pepie’s soft fur, “yeah, I guess,” he chewed his bottom lip and closed his eyes, “I’m so fucking tired,”

The expletive made Minho snort with laughter; quickly covering is mouth when he heard the hybrid on the sofa stir a bit.

“Me too,” the older man closed his eyes too and let Felix rest his head on his shoulder.

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“Snap!”

The sound of a hand slamming down on a table echoed around the small apartment as the three friends bonded over a game of snap, the hybrid taking the most recent win and accepting her prize of a couple of squares of the Dairy Milk chocolate bar they had found on their recent supply run.

“You have animal reflexes!” Minho whined and pouted despite himself making her giggle at the sight.

“Such a sore loser, Hyung,” Felix playfully shoved the older man to the side, letting out an oddly high-pitched cry as Minho pounced on him with a cocky eyebrow raised.

“Pinned ya again,” clearly mocking Nala from The Lion King, Felix rolled his eyes with a small smile on his handsome face, “wait, that makes you Simba,” Minho paused, “you’re not nearly cool enough to be Simba,” he added teasingly and the hybrid watching nearly choked on the chocolate she was currently enjoying.

“I’m totally cool enough to be Simba,” Felix argued back crossing his arms across his chest.

“You realise this means that you two have to get married now, right?” the woman across the table to them was smirking suggestively at them and it caused an immediate flush to brush over the two men as they quickly sat up.

“Does this make you Zazu?” Minho asked with a chuckle, very entertained by the appropriate gasp of surprise on her face.

“I happen to love that funky little bird,” she replied with a bright smile, canines on show; catching Felix’s eyes; a light dusting of pink returning to his cheeks, “I miss watching movies,” she added with a loud sigh, shoulders falling with a pout on her lips.

The electricity had almost completely wiped a couple of days ago, causing them all to panic quite a bit as they had practically been giving themselves what little of their old lives they had, back.

The only thing still running were the lights in the building as they were the only things hooked up to the emergency backup in case of a power outage or natural disaster.

“And my games,” she added looking woefully at her giant collection of games that decorated the many shelves both under and beside the television.

“I think I miss just the action of browsing through websites,” Felix chuckled as he gladly accepted a chunk of chocolate that the hybrid had kindly decided to share more of.

“Getting updates on things,” Minho paused for a bit as if debating with himself if he should even finish his sentence, “like friends,” he flickered his eyes to Felix who was now fiddling with a loose strand on his jumper, “is something I miss; even the dumb updates that Han and Changbin used to post up,”

This made Felix laugh, making the hybrid smile warmly again.

“The anime updates and gym updates,” Felix shook his head, and this made her sit up a little straighter with interest.

“Who...who liked anime?” she asked shyly.

“Hannie,” Minho replied fondly with a tone that he had greeted Felix with when they were reunited, “he loves the stuff,”

“Me too!” the hybrid blushed darkly at how quickly the words left her, simply excited by the prospect of somebody finally understanding her love for the animation world.

“We all do, to an extent, but Han goes to conventions with Chan Hyung in full cosplay,” Felix grinned as he saw how her mouth hung open and her eyes glittered as if he was talking about an anime deity.

“Much more fun than the gym, anyways,” Minho muttered with a shake of his head, clearly thinking about Changbin, “the number of times I saw Changbin doing suggestive stretches, is too many times,”

All three of them fell into a quiet rumble of chuckles, a small moment of calmness, the background of the apartment filled with the loud snores of Pepie and the scurrying of Harvey kicking his bedding around the small area they had set up, once again.

“Look after your brother,” she whispered as she cupped Pepie’s face and gently stroked his cheeks, her fingers then gently running over Harvey’s back.

“I will,” Pepie chuffed and then whimpered, “please be safe; don’t forget about us,”

Her heart ached as it just reminded her that he and Harvey had essentially said goodbye to their mum and dad the morning of the outbreak, only to then be left alone as the owners clearly met a horrible fate.

“We’ll come back, I promise,” she pet his head, “I’ve put your water and food in that corner and this is where you go to the toilet,” she pointed out the places as she prepared herself to shut them both in her bedroom, an extra layer of protection.

“I’ll be a good boy!” Pepie let out an ‘Uff!’ and nosed at Harvey; making the rabbit flinch in surprise and he stomped his foot on the ground.

“You two are always good boys,” she added before gently waving at them, switching a battery powered lamp on for them and then shutting the door with a loud sigh.

Exhaustion and worry for the travelling they were going to do for the next couple of days, hung heavy on her shoulders and her stomach twisted up in knots at the thought of not being able to keep her promise to Pepie and Harvey.

“You ready?” she looked up at Minho, who was leaning against the wall, strong arms crossing over his chest.

“Uh,” she cleared her throat, “yeah, just anxious...as usual,” she rubbed the back of her neck before tutting as she felt her hairband rub against her skin, reminding her that she wanted to keep her hair far away from both her face and prying rotting hands.

“There,” she waved her head from side to side to make sure it was tight enough, flushing a bit when she spotted Minho carefully watching her every move, “what?”

“Your ears,” Minho smiled a bit, more to himself than her, “cute,” he added quietly and turned on his heel to help Felix move the furniture away from the front door.

“Oh,” she squeaked, tugging on her ear out of shyness; shaking her head soon after and rushing to help them as well.

She had quickly concluded that owning a baton that had been modified by Minho to have barbed wire on it, was a brilliant investment.

Despite the baton still being covered in small fleshy pus, strands of hair and jellied substances that she’d rather not think about, she was able to take zombies down a little faster than usual and it made her feel just slightly more confident in her ability to defend not only herself, but Felix and Minho as well.

Said men were currently searching the abandoned cars along the side of the road; peeking in through the window in case one of the undead happened to be in there.

Her eyes caught dried blood that seemed to have been seeping from the boot of the car; she had an awful feeling that somebody had had to trap a zombie in there as she could hear quiet mumblings and light, weak scratches.

“Felix,” she whispered, gently tugging at his long fingers, “be careful,” she then pointed at the car he and Minho were currently crouched next to, “zombie in the boot,” she added when he gave her a confused look.

She watched Minho step lightly towards the back of the car and then knocked on the boot once, before promptly jumping backwards when a gargled growl came from inside.

“You sure it’s a zombie, not just a trapped animal?” Minho asked slightly worried that they were mistaken.

“It’s a zombie,” she tapped the side of her nose, “they smell dead, like everyone else,” she then bent forwards to check under the car that she was about to approach, just in case a zombie was under there.

“Oh,” at the startled tone of Minho’s voice, she and Felix spun around in their places, “it’s a zombie,” he then cringed a bit when he pointed out the large intestine that was dangling out the side of the closed boot; it had been severed in half and Minho was now looking at the bottom half of the body of whoever was in the boot.

“Lovely,” he muttered.

It was as if her body shrivelled several times smaller when her eyes investigated the dark train tunnel before them.

The sense of foreboding washing over all three of them as they shuffled closer subconsciously.

“Are you sure this is the direction your friends might be?” she asked flicking the torchlight around to try and see if anything was lurking in the darkness.

“It’s the direction that Changbin-hyung and Hyunjin-hyung are,” Felix replied and gently ran his thumb over her soft ears to try and settle her anxiety, “you can stay here with Pepie and Harvey if you’re really that nervous, I don’t want to pressure you into coming with us,” he was faintly aware of Minho watching him as he pressed his forehead to the hybrid.

“No, no” she pouted a little, “I want to come with you; I’d lose my mind with worry that something had happened to either one of you,” she mumbled shyly and felt a soft flush reach her face when Felix smiled before placing a kiss on her forehead.

“I’d be fine,” Minho shrugged his shoulders as he twirled his bat around with a relaxed grace that both she and Felix were jealous of, “dunno about him though,” he eyed Felix with a teasing grin as the wind picked up outside of the train station, the breeze dancing across them.

Rolling his eyes with a puff of laughter, Felix motioned for them to follow him into the darkness.

“Careful of the maintenance doorways,” Minho whispered and then jiggled his torchlight towards one said doorway, “don’t want to have to save you guys again,”

“Awfully smug today,” Felix remarked with a playful sigh.

“I have reason to be,” Minho turned to face his younger friend, carefully walking backwards just so he could shine the light at Felix’s eyes; making him yelp and shield his eyes.

A shiver went up her back at the sound of him yelping as it echoed all around them and she stopped walking to focus her hearing.

“I hate this,” she whispered as she searched herself; finally figuring out how to use her bra strap to hold the torch forwards; keeping her hands free.

“Stay close and you will be okay,” Minho replied with a very deadpan tone, his eyes squinting as he turned to investigate the darkness behind them, clearly checking their six.

“Quiet!” Felix hissed and held his hand up in the air to emphasize his words, his feline-like eyes wide as he scanned the area in front of him; reaching behind to carefully change the direction of the torchlight.

“Oh,” she held her breath to stop herself from blushing as his fingers grazed across her skin.

“What is it?” Minho whispered and crouched down with Felix as the younger man slowly moved forward.

“You can’t hear that noise?” Felix frowned as he looked back at his friends, who were now sharing a confused expression, “even you?” he watched her shake her head.

“There’s something in that room,” Felix turned his entire body towards the room in question and it was only the that she picked up on the shuffling, scratching noise that he was going on about.

“It sounds like a zombie,” Minho stood up straight and spun his bat around with his long fingers, stretching a bit, “stay here,” he was already on his way up the small stairs, hand yanking the door open, and she cringed at the sound of a bat crushing down into something soft, crunchy and most disgustingly of all, wet.

“You might want to see this,” Minho’s out of breath voice echoed slightly.

“Are you okay?” she dashed up the stairs before Felic could even stand and she was immediately on guard, teeth baring in what was supposed to be a threatening growl, but Minho found it quite adorable.

“I’m fine but I really don’t like the look of whatever the fuck that is,”

She could sense his nerves as he used his bat to point at a large mass of something in on of the corners.

“I might be sick,” Felix warned them as his face scrunched up at the sight of expanding flesh bubbles, that then popped audibly, moans and scratching sounds coming from somewhere inside of the mass.

“That’s the noise,” he added, and the hybrid had to quickly steady him as he suddenly jumped backwards with a strange noise leaving him.

“There’s a fucking face in there,”

Pulling the torch from her bra strap, she focused the light on where he was pointing and quickly felt the air go cold around her as a dead face, but moving, was pushing against the thin sheet of skin; teeth snapping shut every now and then.

“Oh my god,” she felt her tail fall and hit the back of her leg, “there’s more than one face,” she watched Minho move forwards.

“Why are bubbles around?” he asked quietly, and this made Felix tilt his head in equal curiosity.

“They smell,” the hybrid brought her shirt up to her nose, “they smell so rancid,” she tightened her hands to try and block the scent.

“It’s a meat...sack,” Minho frowned at his choice of words and slightly poked the place where four faces were now crowding, possibly trying to get to him, “there’s liquid in there,”

“Hyung, don’t get too close!” Felix warned with his hands immediately grabbing his friend and pulling him back as he caught the action of a hand pushing against the skin as well, “they are trying to get to us,” Felix concluded and shared a worried glance with them.

“We should go,” she urged before jumping at the sound of ripping; the room suddenly having a floor covered with water close to that of sewage, teeth riding the water as the heads they had seen came rolling out.

More skeleton than zombie.

It was then that she couldn’t care less about being quiet in the tunnels.

“We should fucking GO!”

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red-airhead · 2 years ago

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𝔖𝔲𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

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This is a Zombie Apocalypse AU. I've been watching a lot of Zombie shows and got a lot of inspiration because of it. These Zombies will be more similar with the Walking Dead ones, however, they will have a more walking pace, the hearing for them would be a lot more muffled, and their vision would be very foggy. They'd mostly all travel in groups of 2-3 and it would be very hard to actually find a big cluster. The way you would be infected by these Zombies would be from being bitten like any classic Zombie run down.

Sypnosis: You, a single survivor from a group that had been long gone, runs into a group of 8 men, basically your saviors. What will happen when they take you along on their journey? What will they have in store for you?

Genre - Angst, Romance, Fluff, Smut(MINORS DNI!!)

Warnings: This story will contain violence, topics of sex, mentions of death, mentions of smoking and alcohol, blood, gore, depression, mentions of attempted suicide and so on. If you are not comfortable with these said topics please do not read this story.

Introduction

Chapter one: Saviors? Chapter two: Healing

Chapter three: Shit Faced and Lightweight

More to be determind.

#stray kids #stray kids angst #stray kids smut #stray kids comfort #stray kids fluff #bang chan #kim seungmin #hwang hyunjin #lee felix #seo changbin #han jisung #lee minho #yang jeongin #ot8 #stray kids ot8 #ot8 x you #ot8 x reader #zombie apocolypse au

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scarefox · 1 year ago

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EP.2-1 OFFICE NIGHTMARE | Good & Great

#this is so funny #basically escape room with a zombie #I love Taemins brain 🤣#shinee #key #kim kibum #taemin #minho

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sweetlixes · 2 years ago

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for another sunrise

(★) fandom: skz (★) ships: minho/felix (★) rating: mature (★) 7630 words (★) completed (1/1) (★) zombie au

While searching for a place to hide out for the next few weeks, Minho and Jisung come across Felix, who was hiding from a zombie. When Minho invites him to join their group, for safety in numbers and all, he doesn't realise how much danger Felix is going to bring with him.

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cw: zombies, mild gore, character death, blood and injury

#minlix #zombie au #ao3 link #kara's skz fics #skz #skz fics #char: lee minho #char: han jisung #char: lee felix

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seungfl0wer · 4 months ago

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*𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑨 𝑻𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆*

Pairing: Minho x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Vampire!Minho, Biting, Slight Spanking, Slight pussy smack, Possessive Minho, Creampie, Unprotected Sex, Alcohol and cheating mentions. Sorry for any mistakes or forgotten tags

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this. I’ve never rewrote something so much. I really hope it’s alright I would appreciate any feedback on this one fr🥲

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You watched as the trees passed seeing the familiar places you knew as a kid. You can’t believe you’re back here but under the circumstances you needed the familiarity. A 5 year relationship down the drain. You both were to be getting married next month but turns out love really does blind you. You let out a sigh as you pulled into your old home. Your parents left it for you after they moved to their dream home down the road. They were so excited to have you move back and so were your friends however everything was just so surreal.

You’ve been in a deep slump the last few weeks wondering round your house like a zombie. You worked on little things around the house when packing was all done. “Hmm I bet I could make the pathway look really good with some flowers” you said to yourself as you looked out onto the porch. As you wondered the shop, you couldn’t help but feel a bit at ease. It was so quiet and smelled so sweet. The arrangements that had been made splayed so nicely everywhere. You walked down the isles just basking in the prettiness of everything and that’s when he first noticed you.

Minho almost does a double take when he first sees you. You were stunning, but the smell of your soul was almost sour? Why? He looked at you, studding you like prey. You looked happy, why were you giving off such sadness? He watched you for a bit before you headed to the counter with a few plants. You smiled and waved at the man behind the counter before leaving with your stash. Minho walked over “so, do you know her?” He asked looking back outside as you got into your car. He nods “yeah why? You fancy her?” The man behind the counter says with a chuckle. Minho rolls his eyes “would you shut up and tell me who she is?” He asks.

The man laughs a bit more “hmm maybe if you can say please I will” he says with a smirk. “I hate you old man” Minho groans but the man’s not budging “uugh fine, fine please?” Minho says with the fakest smile possible. “Her names y/n, she lived here when she was younger and then moved away when she an adult. I hear she’s back because she caught her fiance cheating.” He gossiped.

“That explains the sourness to her scent” Minho said softly. “Yeah she’s been through a lot or so I hear. So if you’re gonna try and talk to her, you better not be an asshole” he said with a chuckle. He rolls his eyes again “I’m always pleasant” he says rolling his eyes once more. “Yeah yeah whatever, you still coming to the bar tonight or what?” The man asks. “Yeah, I’ll be there” he said taking a walk outside to gather some of his thoughts.

After doing some yard work and cooking dinner you laid in bed. You curled up as you let your body relax in the comfort. As you slept your window creeped open a figure leaning in looking around. He stumbled in trying not to disturb you “why must you riddle my mind?” He says softly. He looked over your sleeping figure wanting to touch your body. He breathed out trying to collect himself, his mind racing as he stared down at you. He had drank enough to kill a man but nothing could erase the way you floated through your mind.

He never entertained romantic feelings, rather being alone or having a casual hook up. He couldn’t remember the last time in the many years he’s been alive that he felt any sort of want for another person. It was like that for friends as well though, never making friends with others. Not really caring to bother to find bonds. He of course had his small group he’s been with for a millennia but anyone else was always brushed off. Why were you different? Why did you intrigue him so much? He couldn’t figure it out but it was driving him mad.

He watched as your body moved up in down with every breath. He wanted to kiss you wanted to bite you to taste everything of you. He could hear your blood moving through your veins the smell of it smelled sweet almost. He groaned at the thought of just pricking you a bit just to have a tiny taste. He knew though if he started he wouldn’t be able to stop. He watched you sleep for a while before he heard the birds chirp. “Fuck- it’s already morning.” He said before walking to the window. He knew he had to have you soon because you were driving him crazy.

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As the days passed so did the time Minho spent watching you. He watched you through out your day and watched you at night. He felt like a stalker but he just wanted to know everything about you he was so enamored by you.

On todays faithful night you were persuaded to go out with your friends them wanting to get you out of your coop. As you drank you started to feel a bit loser. Your friends brought you up to the floor to dance grinding on each other as you drank. Minho found himself watching you from the side, he didn’t expect to see you here. He thought you’d be at home sleeping like always. His eyes were glued to you as he watched your body. “You should make your move tonight” his friend said patting him on the back with a smile. Minho rolled his eyes but he thought about it as he watched you.

Minho turned to go to the bathroom and as he came out he stopped dead in his track. He watched as a man slinked his way in front of you “hey gorgeous, wanna dance?” The man said before you could answer he was pulling you towards him hands gripping at your hips. You didn’t know how to react the alcohol swirling in your mind. You leaned into the man before you knew it he was kissing you. His tongue slipping into yours as his hands roamed your body. Minho could only stand there and watch his ‘blood’ bowling at the sight.

Your friends pulled you from the guy not before he gave you his number. Your friends teased you the whole time as they drove you home. You made your way to your bed slumping into it with a giggle. You quickly fell asleep due to the alcohol. In the middle of the night like clock work Minho found himself in your room this time though on a mission. He slinked his way onto your bed before he pealed the covers off of you. He saw you only in your panties making him groan. He couldn’t stop himself this time he leaned in taking in all your scent before licking at your clothed core.

Your body moved a little but you didn’t wake. He moved your panties to the side before finally making contact with your heat. Long licks up your folds before quickly sucking at your clit. You moaned out eyes fluttering awake. You looked down seeing a man between your legs before you could push him away he pushed his fingers into you. He curled them inside you moving them at a fast pace as his tongue lapped at your clit. He started to suck harshly at your clit biting it softly as he saw you waking.

He quickened his pace adding another finger to your sopping cunt. He felt you clenching around him knowing you were close. He took his free hand pushing down on your lower stomach to make you feel him even more. He bit at your clit as he moved his hands watching your eyes roll back. You were moaning grabbing at his hair as your legs started to tighten around his head. The squeeze tightened as your orgasm came over you. Your legs shaking around his head as he kept going as he worked you through your high.

“Y/n you think that man at the bar could please you like I can?” He said his eyes red at the thought. He pushed his pants down quickly rubbing himself up and down your dripping folds before lending a string of spit coming down to his cock head. “Gonna show you the only cock you’ll ever need.” He spat before pushing into you. Your mind was gone, completely blank from all the pleasure. He started to fuck you at a fast pace, slapping your bass as he did so. He had your thighs pressed to your chest as he pounded into you.

His hand come up to grip at your face making you look at him. “I want you to look at me. Look at me as I fuck this perfect pussy” he growls out. Your eyes met his as you felt your heart pound. God was he hot, his facial features were beautiful almost non human like. His hand left your face coming down only with your clit. “Please!” You whined out not knowing what you were begging for only to get a smack to your clit. “You’ll get what I give you, understand?” He growled again. He moved his head down nipping at your neck.

“You think that guy could make you cum like this? Make you feel so good? Only I can. Only me.” He said his movements becoming harsh his cock kissing your cervix bullying your entrance as he bottoms out. “Fuck y/n I’ve waited so long for this. Why’d you have to make it- make it like this” he groaned out. “I wanted our first time to be loving” he said before leaning back to look at you. Your eyes pricked with tears hands digging into his back. “M’sorry.” You said softly making him slow his pace. The fact you were apologizing, made his body stutter. You technically didn’t know him, didn’t know anything he was really talking about. However you still apologized. “Y/n- y/n I love you” he blurted out seeing your eyes softening at him.

“I- but why- you don’t know me?” You said softly looking up at him. His movements have all but stopped as he stared down at you. “I do- I know a lot about you. I wanna show you what these dumb guys can’t. I wanna show you real love. How you should be treated.” He said before leaning down to kiss you. The kiss was loving sensual as he started to move his hips again this time a bit slower but super deep. He wrapped your legs around him pulling your body close to his. When he pulled away seeing you smile shyly up at him “y/n let me show you the love you deserve yeah?” He said smiling at you.

You nodded “I don’t got much to lose” you said softly making him chuckle a bit. He started to fuck into you more, more lovingly. He was focused on making you cum again, he wanted you to feel how he felt. Like pure bliss. He kissed you again pushing his tongue into your mouth. “H-hey” you said softly pulling away from the kiss. “Shouldn’t I know- know your name?” You said with a little smile. “I’m yours, but you can call me Minho” he joked making you both giggle. This was the kinda love making people dreamed of, being able to joke around and feel so comfortable with one another.

He started to play with your clit again his movements were becoming a bit sloppy but he needed to make you cum first. He leaned down towards your neck kissing it softly. “You’re gonna feel a pinch ok?” He warned you before sinking his teeth into you. The small bit of pain being replaced by pleasure. As all the thoughts and memories he had of you flooding into you. Seeing and feeling how he felt about you made your body quiver. In the matter of seconds everything flowed into you, he showed you everything about him. Showing you what he was but more importantly what he wanted to be with you. It was just pure love, nothing more pure.

You felt your orgasms wash over you before even realizing it. Your body clenching around him sucking him in. He pushed into you one last time before cumming deep inside of you. He pulled his fangs from you licking the wound making it heal over. Both of your body’s felt weak as you both clung to one another. “Y/n I’m sorry for flooding your mind with everything.” He said softly against your ear. You shook your head “no- don’t be I’m happy you did. It showed me how you really felt.” You said breathily.

“You really wanna be mine?” He asked again. You nodded quickly making him smile.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” He asked nervously.

“No. I’m fine. Just” you breathed “tired”

“Wanna go take a bath and we can sleep?” He offered. He was confused when you shook your head.

“Can.. can we go again? I wanna see how you were before” you said with a devilish smile.

He met your smile with one of his own “I should know you’d be a little freak.” He chuckled. “My little freak though, and what my baby wants she gets” he said before kissing you one last time.

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fluffylino · 1 year ago

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zombie!minho pt 3

-contains mature themes

"stop" minho let out, carefully pushing you away. "im feeling a little out of control"

you pouted, looking at all the marks you had left on his collarbone, all the way down to his chest.

"you shouldve taken your meds on time then" minho sighed, faking an annoyed expression. It was quite obvious he was affected by your tricks.

minho looked divine. the marks or lovebites how he would call it littered his body in an artistic way.

pretty reddish blue bruises against his pale grey skin. however the natural lively colour of his body would eventually get restored once his meds kick in. You had approximately 45 minutes to have your fun.

"you're my canvas"

he gagged, trying to pull his shirt back done. you clicked your tongue.

"im not done"

minho sighed yet again, but he didn't stop you.

"shit im shutting off...run out and lock the door if i lose it" minho grumbled, laying back down on the couch.

he had kept mentioning that. saying that if he ever lost control on his body, to run away and leave him. it scared you. if he turned completely, you could end up turning into one as well. you shook the fear away...now being a little cautious.

it was silent then.

you could hear yourself breathing and the faint sound of his heart beating. it was slow yet steady.

He lifted his head slowly, eyes completely foggy and white, his lips chapped and the expression on his face was fixed.

Lifeless.

that was until you pressed down on his bulge. nipping against the insides of his thighs. mouthing at his covered crotch.

you moved down lower, just above his bellybutton. you kissed the skin before trailing down lower. he spread his legs without much thought, to which you laughed.

standing up, you sat down on his lap. he groaned, putting his hands on your waist. for a brief second, you got scared. His grip on your waist was firm, a little too firm.

"Ow you're cold" you whispered under your breath not expecting him to bother.

he grunted, eyebrows furrowing.

huh?

you watched his cold hand slip inside your pants with ease. you whimpered, clutching his shoulders at the icy feeling of his fingers against your heat. you throbbed as his fingers pushed against your cunt with just the right pressure.

"minho-" you were about to complain, moaning when three fingers entered you in one swift motion. your hand went flying down to hold his wrist. he took hold of both of your wrists, keeping them down with a single hand.

you were wet enough yet the stretch was bearable. his fingers moving inside of you with precision. you rested your head on his shoulder, breathing down on him. he pressed his head against yours.

And the you knew.

minho was still there within. he was there and you were safe.

minho loves when you're vocal and noisy. unable to hold in your voice when he's treating you so well. it also makes him know he's doing a good job.

when he can't speak, he renders you speechless...loving how there is no talking, just moans.

the thing was, minho was not sweet and patient in this state. he was brutal, taking whatever he wanted from you. Of course he made sure you were okay but he would do whatever he wanted. never letting you take charge. not that you did most of the time. In this state, he has you keening for him. being extrememly submissive. and vocal.

"shit you're taking my fingers so well"

you looked up in surprise, his eyes were back and he was starting to look a bit more...alive. he retracted his hand, pushing the three fingers in his mouth. he groaned.

"you always taste good. and im the only one who has the honour of eating you" he seemed proud. he pulled you by the base of your neck, your lips crashing together.

"will you let me take care of you?" he asked between breaths. you answered by grinding down on him.

#stray kids smut #skz smut #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz drabbles #lee know smut #lee minho smut #lee minho #bang chan smut #lee know imagines #lee minho imagines #stray kids #hyunjin smut #zombie minho

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thehereticdiaries · 4 months ago

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Dead Man Walking: Chapter One

Chapter Summary: A herd is closing in on you. Everything feels hopeless until you get dragged into an alley and brought to a new group.

Warnings: Nothing too bad in this chapter, zombie chase, weapons mentioned

Not beta read we die like men

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Your lungs burned as your feet pounded across the asphalt. You’ve been sprinting full speed for more than ten minutes and fatigue threatened to trip you up. The herd of the undead drew closer and closer. The smell of rotting flesh only made each breath more difficult. You’d think zombies would be slow, right? They should be shuffling around, brainlessly swiping their arms at the living. Well, they do. Unless they were freshly turned. That classic “zombie walk” didn’t set in until they decomposed a bit. Before they lose muscle mass, they can run just as fast as any living human.

You dodged the mangled hand that shot out at your shoulder. Your hands burned when you used the corner of a brick building to make a sharp turn down yet another side street. God, these fuckers were everywhere. You screamed when another set of hands succeeded in yanking you into an alleyway. You threw your body weight into the body behind you, hoping to throw them off balance.

“Hey, stop that! I’m trying to help you!” The sound of a living person’s voice shot a spark of hope up your spine. You spun around to face a young man with dark hair and wide eyes. A moment of silence passed between you, but it was quickly broken by the groans of the undead closing in. The guy grabbed your hand and pulled you along the alley. He pushed you forward, towards a ladder on the side of a tall building. A very, very tall building. You hesitated, craning your neck back to try and find the top.

“Up! Up! Up!” Your new companion shouted. He practically lifted you onto the first rung, forcing you to begin climbing. You didn’t dare to look down. Even though zombies can run, they luckily lack the motor control to climb ladders. At the top of the building, two more sets of hands yanked you onto the roof. You crumbled to your hands and knees, desperately trying to catch your breath.

“Who the hell is this, Yeosang?!” You forced yourself to look up at the group that saved you. Four men stood a few feet away from you.

“Chill out, she’s alone and she needed help getting away from the herd,” the man you now know as Yeosang sighed.

“It could’ve been a trap, did you even think of that? Send a girl out on her own so some poor bastard saves her.” You cringed at the shorter man’s venomous words. He pointedly glared at you. “Then the rest of her group shows up to rob or kill you.”

“I don’t have a group.” You were still panting, but you needed to defend yourself from this guy. “I’ve been on my own for, like, two weeks now.” Yeosang sent his friend a look that screamed ‘told you so’.

“Right, whatever. You did your one good deed for the day. Let’s go.” Panic swelled in your chest when two of the four turned to walk away.

“No! No, please, don’t leave me alone again.” You scrambled to your feet. “I’m going to go insane without other people.” The man that was lecturing Yeosang turned back to you, looking incredibly unimpressed. “I won’t be dead weight, I can help your group.”

“Yeah? How?”

“I’m a doctor.” The other three all snapped their heads to you.

“You’re really a doctor?” A guy with very large biceps asked, looking skeptically hopeful.

“Well, almost. I was in my final semester of medical school when shit hit the fan. I was doing my residency at Saint Damian’s.” You explained while fiddling with your fingers. “I was going to be an emergency room physician.”

“Minho, she could be a huge asset. None of us really know what to do with our medical supplies.” Muscle guy failed to whisper to his mean friend. Minho sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. The weight of four sets of eyes fell onto his shoulders.

“Fine.” He threw his arms up in defeat. Relief washed over you, and you couldn’t hold back your grin. “But you’re going to explain how you ended up here to the leaders of our group. They’ll decide if you can stay.”

“Okay, yeah that’s totally fair.” Minho shook his head. He turned and gestured for you to follow. Yeosang took the lead, keeping the group on rooftops for most of the journey back to their home base. On the outskirts of the city, the buildings got shorter and shorter. Skyscrapers and tall apartments gave way to humble one or two story offices and houses. Your group jogged up to one of the offices. The front door was barricaded shut with wood planks and barbed wire, but you could see a tiny slit for a guard to peep through.

Yeosang led you to the back of the building. You stopped in front of a heavy-looking metal door. Minho stepped forward. He knocked on the door three times, paused, then knocked twice. The door swung open and a very pretty man with blonde hair and freckles appeared.

“What the hell took you guys so long?!” His voice was much deeper than you anticipated. “Who’s that?”

“Some girl that Yeosang decided to keep.” Minho pushed past the freckled boy, who scrunched his eyebrows at his friend. You glared at his back, annoyed that he spoke of you like you were a dog.

“She was being chased by a herd. Probably would’ve died if I didn’t help,” Yeosang clarified. He nodded towards the door and everyone filed inside. The door thudded shut, and the freckled boy slid several locks into place. It looked like you were in what used to be a maintenance room. Most of the equipment had been removed in favor of shelves of weapons.

“Minho probably went to grab our group’s leaders,” the muscular man began. “We need to check over your bag and pockets before we let you in.” You nodded, kneeling down to empty the contents of your backpack onto the concrete floor. You had an extra t-shirt, a thin hoodie, socks, underwear, a sports bra, two granola bars, and a flashlight. The pockets of your jeans were empty except for a hair tie.

“What weapons do you have?” The fourth guy from the roof finally spoke up. He hadn’t said a word the whole way back to their base.

“Hunting knife, .380 with no bullets, pocket knife, and a machete.” You placed each weapon on the floor as you listed them. The quiet man crouched and checked the pistol to make sure it was actually empty.

“You can put your stuff back in your bag. The weapons stay here while you talk with Chan and Hongjoong.” You shoved your belongings back into your bag while the quiet guy and the muscular guy took your weapons to a desk along the wall. The inside door opened and Minho returned with two more men in tow.

“Leave your bag in here for now, we’re going to one of the private offices to talk.” A man with an Australian accent instructed. He and the other man Minho brought over started down a hallway. You rushed to follow them, eager to explain yourself and (hopefully) be accepted into this group. They led you into a spacious office. Sunlight peeked through the slats of wood nailed to the windows. The desk was cluttered with loose paper, notebooks, and maps. They pulled an office chair in front of a small couch, which they swiftly occupied. You hesitantly sat on the office chair, suddenly feeling like you had been called to the principal's office.

“I’m Chan, or Chris, and this is Hongjoong.” Chan gestured between him and his co-leader.

“Y/N.”

“Alright, Y/N, can you explain why you were alone, and how you ended up being chased by that herd?” You looked down to your lap. You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself to answer Chan’s questions. They sat in silence, patiently waiting for you to collect your thoughts. Shit, this was not going to be fun to talk about.

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woncon · 3 months ago

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➳ the case of the missing boyfriends

➶ poly!stray kids x gn!reader (seungsung focus) ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏ Last time, your cookies were missing. Now six of your boyfriends are. They probably went on a date and something happened. Everyone's phone is off, only one rings and a stranger answers. They have a riddle, a game for you. And that starts the race against time to find the others.

➴ genre: thriller/mystery, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, estabilished relationship, polyamory, non-idol!au, angst to fluff

: ̗̀➛ warnings: horror house elements (evil clowns, a chainsaw chase, zombie lady), nightmares, a silly fight scene, gets suggestive in the end, wooyoung has a cameo, one mpreg joke, happens after the case of the missing cookie + one little reference, but can be read as a stand alone

⌨ :: 8.5K words ♡ ︵ . .

⁀➷ when i came up with the idea, i intended it to be a lot more silly than it turned out. however, once you read the whole fic, you'll realize that it's still quite silly. if this fic had a theme music, it would be circus. i'm 100% sure.

⁀➷ big hug for both @honeytwo and @wonsheep for betaing this <3

➳ mlist

４：３０ｐｍ

You wake up to someone invading your personal space. Hands embracing your warm, soft, dreamy world, tiny kisses sneaking in, slowly pulling you out. Even though you're usually fussy when you're woken up, it feels good. You reach out to pull the person to you, so that they can join you in the relaxing, comfortable comfort of the bed - and use it as a pillow, of course.

But he takes your hands off his neck. You snore and squint in frustration to find out who is the villain who will surprise you with a kindly kiss and then leave you. If Seungmin's messing with you again, he won't get away with it this time. You'll pin him to the mattress with your body, then lay on him like a lazy sack of potatoes and let him suffer.

“I can't, honey.” Finally, you don't have to open your eyes, because his whispered words tell you that you're dealing with Minho.

Groaning, you reach for him again, grabbing his bicep.

“Just a little bit?” You try to hook him like a koala so he has no choice but to cuddle with you. “You're warm and you smell s’good…”

"I have a date," Minho announces.

You're not giving up. One last attempt to get Minho's love right away. You pat the empty seat next to you.

“When I come back.” Minho kisses you goodbye on the lips and climbs off the bed. You open your mouth to protest when he adds, "I promise.”

He's a man who doesn't make promises lightly: cuddling is guaranteed. Now you watch his receding figure with a calm heart. He has proved stronger than your resolve.

“In the meantime…”

You shudder at the whispered, husky voice from the cushion next to you. You thought you were alone.

“I'll have to suffice.” Jisung wraps his arms around your waist, tilts his head on your shoulder. “Please.”

When you don't push him away but hug him with a similar affection, he sighs contentedly.

You glance towards the bedside table and read the time. It's 4:30 and you're in no mood for anything. You want to continue your nap. By the time the thought occurs, you're almost asleep in Jisung's embrace.

７：４６ｐｍ

When you wake up because someone tickles your feet, you immediately look for the clock. You are shocked by the exact time. You've slept for more than four hours: in this house, you've set a daytime record.

There is always one or more loud, squeaky individuals who are difficult to do this activity around, other times a few mischievous ones who specialise in annoying the sleeping, or you may have those who make every move to rattle the bed as they climb onto the mattress, waking the peaceful Sleeping Beautys. In your home, romantic princes who wake you with a kiss are rare.

Now the mewling kittens have arrived to put an end to your record-breaking nap. The ones who just found you when no one else was feeding them. Provided you wake up soon enough after being visited, there are no drastic consequences such as pajama scratching attempts, scratch marks on the skin or even a kitten settling on your face. Fortunately, you wake up in time for the animals' antics.

Soonie, Doongie and Dori patrol the end of the bed, rubbing against your blanket-covered feet at intervals. They notice that you've been successfully awakened and meow almost in chorus, clambering upwards in encouragement and nuzzling you in submission.

You scratch the base of Doongie's ear, and you are brought even more awake by the purr that ripples through your side.

“He neglected you too, after promising to come back, didn't he?”

They purr in agreement.

After you've fed the kittens, you'll search for Minho and drag him to bed. No one will be allowed to stand in your way.

７：５０ｐｍ

In the kitchen you find Jisung. You have some vague memory of cuddling with him while you slept the sleep of the righteous. You may have drooled on him somewhere, but you can't be sure. In any case, your sleeping partner is currently facing the microwave. He's wearing a stretched-out, nondescript grey T-shirt and watching the numbers scrolling on the display. A mug is circulating in the microwave, he always takes a drink after he wakes up.

Jisung stretches. A slice of his thin waist and hips flashes, then his clothes fall back over him. He groans while he ruffles his hair, and the homely energy that emanates from him is more powerful than the impatient purring and rubbing of hungry kittens at your feet.

Dori leaves your feet, instead nimbly approaching your boyfriend and greeting him with a meow. Jisung looks down, then turns around. He smiles softly, his hair tangled, his face puffy from a restful sleep.

You'd like to throw yourself at him and squeeze the life out of him, but instead you return his smile and step over to the cupboard where you keep the cat food. You take out three cans and three bowls. At the rattle-rumble, Dori decides to return to you, describing figure eights with his cuddly body around your legs. You serve the menu on the floor. The three kittens begin to gobble enthusiastically.

In the meantime, Jisung's drink is ready. The scent of warm cocoa fills the room, drowning out the smell of cat food. His spoon clatters against the edge of the mug, the cats chew and snort eagerly, otherwise it's quiet. You sit down next to Jisung, wondering what's weird about your home.

"I dreamed of evil clowns," Jisung admits.

You pull your chair closer to him. You take his hand.

"Yes?"

Jisung nods, then takes a sip. "They kidnapped the others."

"All of them?"

"I think so. I couldn't see everything clearly. I'm sure about Chanie hyung and Innie."

"You want to talk about it?"

You're stroking the back of his hand to reassure him. His face has turned pale from recalling the dream. You don't want to force him to elaborate, but it might be easier to get over it if he shares it with someone. In this case, you. Otherwise, Felix or Hyunjin would be here with him, hunting for the meaning of dream symbols on the internet.

Where are they?

Jisung pouts, his brows furrowing as he recalls the broken mirror shards of his nightmare.

"We were at a circus. The boys were tied up. The clowns were pointing different guns at them with balloons, but I knew they would go off if they wanted to. They were tall and dangerous, and their eyes were so empty they still gave me the creeps." Jisung squeezes your hand. You squeeze back supportively and watch intently. "So they were captured. They were being held in the circus, and when we found them…”

“We found them?” You're surprised. “We looked for them together?”

“You and me, yes. When we found them, the clowns told us to choose who would die and who would live. We were given enough time for Doongie to sing the anthem.” Here, Jisung goes silent, swallows, then excuses himself. “I know it sounds weird, but it was really scary at the time. I was forced to choose.”

The shocking image in your mind keeps you speechless for a few moments. Finally you pull yourself together, because Jisung needs you to calm him down. “That must have been awful. But don't worry, Sungie. Only one thing can come true from this: Doongie singing the anthem.”

Jisung smiles gratefully, and again looks more rested than worried.

“Thanks for letting me snuggle up with you when I woke up. And for listening to me.”

“Anytime.”

Jisung leans closer, and the next moment you're resting your hands on his thigh for easy access to his mouth. He tastes like sweet cocoa. Hmm, sugary cocoa: tastes much better than the banana lip balm Hyunjin used, then Minho kissed him hard and brushed his teeth three times till the flavor lef-

You bow away from Jisung.

“Do you know where Minho is?”

Jisung brows raise to his forehead.

“We're kissing and you want the company of another man?” he asks, shocked. “I knew you liked his kiss better than mine.”

You tug at the front of his shirt and press another kiss to his lips.

“You should spend less time with Hyune. You're adopting his drama queen habits.”

“At least Hyunjin doesn't ask about other people when we're making out,” he snorts disgruntledly.

“I had to ask. He needs to pay off his debt. And if we get really into making out, I'll forget what I wanted besides you.”

"Forget everything then," he whispers. "I don't mind.”

You look at each other in silence. The kittens have finished eating. There's nothing but you and the endless, soothing silence.

Silence?

In this always cacophonous house?

Yes, it's silence. And it's so strange. No echoing laughter, no pattering footsteps, no shouting. As if no one were home.

“Sungie, since you woke up, have you met anyone?”

“You.” Jisung bites his lip and stares at your mouth like a master at his magnum opus.

“Besides me? “

Jisung hums thoughtfully. “No.”

Almost everyone went on a date?

Or were they all kidnapped by evil clowns?

No, no, no, no. They went on a date together and the two of you were left home to sleep peacefully. That could be what's behind this. Just no clowns.

You check your phone to see if you've got any text or visual reports, maybe any missed calls. Chan, Changbin and Hyunjin are usually keen to entertain you with some of the events of the date - if any of them are on the date, otherwise you'll have to wait. Chan will often call you to tell you where they are and how you're feeling. Changbin sends out messages about each location and who's doing what. And Hyunjin sends picturesque photos, and maybe it's meant to make you jealous that you're not going with them, and your heart does indeed tighten at times like this, but not out of jealousy, but out of admiration, because the photographer captures the moment as if you were there, breathing that air, with that sunlight on your face, with the people you love so much.

But today you didn't get a message, a call, a picture from anyone. No one wrote to say where they were going, what they were doing, how long they were staying. Not even that 'we're on a date, don't worry, we haven't been kidnapped by evil clowns'. After Jisung's dream, you need confirmation. If Minho didn't wake you up with a few kisses, you wouldn't know where he went.

You dial the first phone number on your call list, Chan's.

“The number you have reached is not available.”

You call the next number. And the next one. When the lovely female voice rings for the sixth time, the tension in the kitchen is thick and suffocating, like air in a balloon gun. You chew the inside of your mouth.

"Calm me down," you ask.

Jisung, who has been biting his nails until now, gets up. He moves to the calendar on the fridge, surrounded by pictures of you together.

“Well, there's nothing scheduled for today,” he reports uncertainly. “But that doesn't mean there's a problem!”

While he sits back down, you call the next number. The last one.

It rings.

But not one of your boyfriends answers.

“Hi,” A high-pitched little girl says hello. Jisung trembles next to you. “We have what you want. If you need it, come get it! Follow the clues. It'll be fun like the circus. But beware, if you don't find it by ten o'clock tonight, what you want will be lost forever. Bye-bye!”

The little girl's breaking up the line. You're looking at each other.

Your phone vibrates in your hand. You both cry out. You throw the device on the table like a furry spider.

You have a new message.

Go to the mall! Find Happy!!! <3

Before you can discuss what that means, the floorboard cracks. You snap your heads like frightened meerkats. In the doorway stands a tall figure in a red clown mask.

“MOMMY!" screams Jisung, and you scream too as you cling to each other in terror.

The clown snarls, takes a step. You grab Jisung's spoon and throw it towards the stranger. Droplets of cocoa splash into the air.

“Hey!” The clown is displeased. His voice is unrecognisable under the mask. He reaches under the cloth and pulls it off his head.

You can hear the stone clang as it smashes off your heart. Under the mask is Seungmin.

“We thought you were an evil clown who kidnapped the others,” Jisung whimpers in the aftermath of the shock he just experienced.

“What?” Seungmin picks up the spoon and throws it in the sink. “Is this some kind of new role-playing game?”

“This is deadly serious, Min,” sniffs Jisung in exasperation.

“Sit down,” you poke the chair. “We'll tell you what's the case, if you tell us why you were in that,” you point your finger at the clown mask in horror.

“It came for that bank robbery game Innie ordered for PS. I picked it up while I was playing, then got hungry and left it on,” Seungmin shrugs. “But you were looking at me like I was the devil before…” He looks at you expectantly, so you tell him about Jisung's dream, the failed calls, and ask him about his phone.

“I forgot to put it on the charger,” he explains why the device didn't ring

Finally, you show him the message. Seungmin looks at it thoughtfully.

“The leader of the clowns is a little girl,” you say.

“An evil clown litttle girl." Jisung shudders visibly. "The uncrowned princess of children's horror.”

“I'll call her," Seungmin announces casually.

“What?" you reply in chorus.

“It's definitely a prank. You're being played. Minho's on the date, so it's obvious he's behind it. Don't worry.”

Before you can convince him it's not a good idea, he calls the number.

“Hello?” The clown with the ringing voice answers. “What do you want? Is the message not clear enough?”

“Who is this?” asks Seungmin gloomily. “Is that you, Minho hyung?”

“I have no idea who Minho hyung is. But if you want a surprise, I suggest you play by the rules. No more calls, follow the clues or I'll get mad!”

The little girl hangs up again. An open threat is a fist to the chest. Your boyfriends are in danger. All of your boyfriends, and Seungmin is still staring at your phone screen as if he hasn't been given enough explanation.

“That sound is familiar..." he mutters.

“We have to save them, Seungmin.”

He immediately snaps his head up. 'You're not using a nickname, which means it's completely serious. Bloody serious.

Jisung nods. “We don't have time to ask questions. Let's go to the mall right now!” He gets up, no longer interested in his cocoa.

A few minutes ago you were kissing happily, and now your friends' lives depend on you.

“Are you coming or staying?” You take your phone from Seungmin's hand and slip it into your pocket.

He looks at you. You can almost see the questions zigzagging in his eyes and the fire that craves answers.

“I'm coming.”

８：１１ｐｍ

Seungmin speaks next on the escalator of the Plaza.

“Evil clowns because hyung dreamed it? Why would a bunch of clowns want to kidnap our boyfriends? And why not us?”

“For ransom,” you suggest.

“Have we received a demand? Any demands?” Seungmin asks.

You grab the barrier. “No, but–”

“They're doing it 'cause they can." Jisung's voice is desperate, hoarse. “It amuses them. I saw their faces in my dream. They enjoyed it.”

He's the first one off the escalator. You and Seungmin follow him.

Tension hovers around you like a heavy cloud of vapour, gripping your stomach, and every nerve in your body cracks like a sharp spear. Seungmin's disbelief doesn't help the situation. You'd like to give his sceptical brain a stimulating tap to make it more supportive. To make it realise that it's not the why or the how that matters, but finding your boyfriends and ending this state of being. It doesn't matter if they are evil clowns or deceitful people who want money. All that matters is what they have taken and how you get your lovers, back from them.

You have to find Happy. Happy can be a shop, an object, a person, or even an alias. The Mall is full of people and opportunities to be exploited. You look around cluelessly, but there is not a single sign of Happy in your immediate surroundings.

“Let's take a tour of the building,” you suppose. “You two on one side, me on the other.” You know how much Jisung hates crowds, let facing one alone. He definitely needs someone with him. “If we find anything, we'll call each other. If not, we'll go store by store.”

“Isn't that too time-consuming? We don't have two hours, and I doubt it's one puzzle.”

“Last time I lost something, I found it. You remember?” You're referring to the cookie case that Seungmin successfully slept through, but he heard about it enough times already.

“I doubt you'd find the boys now by kissing every person you see.”

“Trust my methods first, okay? If it doesn't work, it's your turn. The Plaza is huge and crowded. It's gonna take some time.”

Of course, you change your mind in four minutes when Jisung calls.

“Yes?”

“We found it,” he says, his voice shocked.

You hurry to the toy shop, as fast as you can slalom through the crowd of people surging in different directions. Jisung and Seungmin stare at a six-foot-tall balloon clown with blue hair, a red grin and a white-gloved wiener finger in his hand holding a sign: BE HAPPY! Around his red boat shoes are balloons.

“Is that Happy?"

“Probably.”

“And what next?”

“Well, you're the brains today," Seungmin looks at you.

“Oh, is that so? Do you believe us?”

“Let's just say it's pretty creepy that Happy is a clown.”

“Listen…” Jisung steps away from Seungmin, whose hand he's been holding. He reaches in between the board and the clown's body. “It looks like something”s here…” He pinches his fingers together and pulls out a yellow note.

You gather round to read it. There's only one address. It's not hard to recognise. It's the address of the nearest Donut King to your house, where you first dated Jisung and Seungmin, and where you've been countless times with the others since then.

８：４５ｐｍ

It's Friday night. The Donut King is packed with families, young people, hot drink lovers and those with a sweet tooth.

Seungmin spots a box, you follow him through the queue holding Jisung's hand. You duck down, then scan the crowd like meerkats scanning for danger. Not another colored clown, or anything resembling a clown. Seungmin sighs and lays the paper on the table. The message is simple, yet unclear. It doesn't tell you what to do here. One thing is for sure, you won't eat. The three of you are too nervous for half a bite, let alone a whole donut. You love to eat here, but now you're nauseous from the smell of oil and powdered sugar, the feeling of being stuck on a mission, and time is running out.

Jisung's feet kick unstoppably under the table. You run your fingers through his hair, simultaneously stroking his locks and massaging his scalp.

“They'll be fine,” you reassure him, and reassure yourself at the same time. “We will find them.”

“And the clowns or whoever will pay," Seungmin confirms.

“Part of me doesn't want to know who they really are. This part of me wants to back down, and I hate it for that.”

“But you're still here,” you let him know. “Even if you're scared and don't know what's coming, you're here with us to save the others, no matter what. You’re brave.

Jisung laughs in disbelief. “Me? Brave?”

“They're right. You are brave, hyung," Seungmin confirms. “You hate clowns and crowds, and today we are chasing clowns in crowds.”

Your other boyfriend blinks at him in surprise. He certainly didn't expect you to think him brave after he admitted he wasn't one hundred percent committed. But it's still true. You smile sweetly at him, and when he smiles back faintly you tilt your head on his shoulder. The soft scent that marked his skin in the kitchen is gone. His neck is clammy with sweat and his skin is astringent with stress. As much as it would be nice to stay like this, to calm Jisung and encourage each other, there's no way. The enemy is waiting for you, and in their grip is your world.

As if an angel has descended from the heavens to lend a helping hand, Wooyoung emerges from the bathroom. He notices you and not only lets you know he is here, but immediately waves you over and weaves his way through the guests. He's wearing his Donut King work clothes, from apron to doughnut-patterned slouch hat.

"Hi there," he says cheerfully.

“Wooyoung hyung! Do you know anything about the others?” Seungmin throws himself at him.

Wooyoung grins broadly. “Yeah, of course. I'll be right back.”

You look at each other. A gleam of hope.

“They left something for you.” Wooyoung returns with a cardboard drink holder. Three cups of slushy rest in it. Three slushy cups rest in it. Red, green, blue. Strawberry, green apple and blueberry. Three familiar flavours that leave a lousy taste when the flavour left on your tongue meets another flavour on another tongue. If the boys actually bought it, they'd know how much you've been shying away from this combination since the three of you first tasted it on each other's tongues. Unless they were forced to take these flavors. “A little something.”

He has no idea that a good friend of his has been taken hostage by a group of people obsessed with clowns.

“Who bought it?” You ask the first question. “Was anyone with them?”

“Was there anything strange about them?” Jisung joins in the questioning.

Wooyoung wonders.

“Chan hyung bought it. I think I saw the others at one of the boxes. I don't remember anybody I don't know, but there was a big crowd. Chan hyung seemed excited.”

Chan doesn't usually show that he's excited. He was probably more afraid.

“I have to go back. But we can talk later. Have fun!" he waves and then retires. His work, his life goes on as normal, as yours should.

“Ew.” Seungmin grimaces. “I love you guys, but the taste of our first kiss is still in my nightmares.”

“We can swap if you want,” Jisung offers. One by one, he takes the drinks out of the holder. “Rather a nasty tasting kiss than a clown– Hey, wait a minute! There's something on this one. On top.”

He turns it towards you, and indeed. The plastic, blue roof has text in small letters. A new message from the robbers, for you.

Well done, team! You're just one step away from getting your surprise. Come to the House of Horrors if you're brave enough!

- Ary

Ary. Wraith name for a clown girl leader. And the House of Horrors? You shudder, and again the pithy tension rushes up to your toes. Just as you wouldn't kiss Seungmin with a tongue of slushy, you wouldn't go back to the House of Horrors. Once was enough. But you have no choice.

“Oh, man,” Jisung swallows hard and stretches his hand on the table. “Shall we do it? We're gonna do it, right?”

Seungmin puts his own on his in response. Jisung doesn't even have to ask you anymore, you automatically put your own hand on top of theirs, and you realise the significance of how good it is to have them with you on this journey, and not to face all the difficulties alone. Although you are more lonely, because the others are not here and you worry about them and miss them, you have nevertheless formed a small unit that gives you enough confidence to carry on without being completely consumed by panic.

９：１１ｐｍ

You reach the street of the House of Horrors. It's dark, the neighborhood is deserted. The building, with its rotting paintwork and weathered façade, is a disgusting, uncomfortably creepy sight.

“I hate it here,” says Jisung.

You nod vehemently, because you have no objection. You wish it didn't end here. You wish you were all home already.

Seungmin sips the last few sips from his slushy. You decided to drink all three glasses to relieve stress and you won't kiss.

“What's the plan?” Seungmin asks, and Jisung looks at you expectantly.

“We're going to find the boys.”

The iron-barred entrance to the house of horrors is guarded by two burly clowns. Contrary to Jisung's dream, they don't have balloon guns. One with a scarred face holds a spear, the other a rusty axe. Though that rust could be dried blood, judging by the way the clown grins maniacally with his chipped teeth.

“Guests,” he says, stretching each note. As you march closer, she twirls the axe in her grip. On the handle is the name Annie written in runny red letters.

"We've been waiting for you," the other grunts. His teeth are green. Not spoiled meat, no, just a bit of salad. They are actors in the House of Horrors, like all monsters. Paint covers their faces and they have props in their hands. They're paid to give unfortunate people heart attacks.

They are actors, aren't they? Or are they part of the robbery gang?

“Go inside.”

They step away from the door, so you can read the locked sign perfectly. There's no opening hours, but if you remember correctly, the place normally opens at ten. Now, of course, it's different. It's probably rented by the people who took Chan and the others.

You go in, and Jisung is shaking. No sooner does the door close behind Seungmin than there's a high, witchy chuckle. You all flinch, you cling to Jisung, Seungmin pulls you both defensively to him. When you realise that you're just being played by the sound effect, you're a little relieved.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," Jisung mants as you march into the darkness, where anything could leap out at you with sharp claws - or balloon guns - at any moment.

You pass a hideous ornament, a huge tarantula dangling in a cobweb, and then you have company. It emerges from a staff corridor behind you. You can't hear his footsteps, only the sound of him firing up the chainsaw. You snap your heads back. Of course it's a clown. It has sharp, long teeth and evil, tiny eyes. His green hair flutters in thick tufts of fur around his head as he winds the gun again and again under the naked, dangling light bulb.

“Run!” You don't know if any of you are actually saying it, or thinking it, or collectively thinking it, but all at once you start running in the only direction, down the tight, dim corridor. There are only a few flickers of red LED light. The cold brick wall seems to narrow, and the clown's squeaky-grunting saw grows louder. You can feel the slushy ice in the back of your throat. You imagine the touch of the saw in your back. Slowly, you tear Jisung's hand away, though he grips yours with similar fervour.

After a while, the ominous, cruel growl ceases. You pause to exhale, but are invariably on guard. The danger has passed, but it has not gone away. You reassure yourself that it was an actor. The first time you came here, you met a crazy clown with a chainsaw. Of course, if they hold a chainsaw on you and start chasing you, you don't wonder if you've ever had anything like this before, you run.

“Sungie? Are you feeling all right?” you ask, because Jisung is still gasping for breath and leaning on his knees.

He exhales. "I'm fine, it's just a lot to take in at once."

“Can you keep coming?” Seungmin asks.

“If I've come this far, there's no turning back. I might as well go to hell with you.”

You continue down the building's only corridor. íyou come to a small, basement-like room. Here, filthy brick walls protrude and the lighting is also dim, but you can clearly see the woman chained to the other side of the wall, near the exit. Her head is down, her hair completely covering her face. Her naked legs are stretched out, her feet are dirty, covered knee-deep by a hospital gown.

“She'll wake up, right?” Jisung chews his lip. Yes, he'd follow you to hell, you can believe him, but he'd get too hurt on the way, and you can't let that happen. You have to think of something.

“Yeah," Seungmin hums. "I'll take you across.”

“How?”

“First Jisung hyung, then you. You can close your eyes and everything. Trust me.”

Seungmin is generous, chivalrous and above all caring. He always has been, ever since you've known him, but the fact that he shows it so openly, and doesn't hide it behind sarcastic remarks or teasing, makes your heart flutter more than the chase you just experienced. So Jisung hops on Seungmin's back, the latter puts his arms around his thighs and moves towards her with cautious movements. Of course, no matter how cautious, she was waiting just for that, and shaking her chains, she howled. Her bloody, zombie-like face emerges from under what is presumably a wig, and she snarls at Seungmin. Wrestling with the handcuffs, she tries to get to him, stand up and bite him. Seungmin looks like a terminator in comparison. He marches with Jisung on his back. He might otherwise be somewhat frightened, but a sense of responsibility and fear amplifies his persistence. When he has successfully put the boy down, he returns to you. You look at him gratefully, then jump up and hug him tightly.

“VERS,” she screams at the two of you, like an inarticulate curse, while writhing on the ground like a suffering snake. “VERS! VERS! VERS!”

You're really inside the building now. You think you're about to reach the exit. Most of your memories of the place have merged into a nightmarish mass, but you don't think there are too many more obstacles. You then enter a room with skeletons propped up against the walls and discarded, cobwebbed bones crunching on the floor. In the middle of the room is a huge chest. It easily fits a man.

“This too?” You’re displeased. Better to complain than to be afraid. And if it can't be just one of those two, it's still better to complain and be terrified than just be terrified.

Of course, the crate creaks. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Seungmin roll up his sleeves as the lid reveals the contents of the chest. Somebody with a weeping clown mask emerges. They are holding an artificial candle in front of their drooping mask.

“What is the message?” she asks in a tinkling, young girl-like voice that you may hear in your nightmares, and that you've surely heard on the phone today.

“What?”

“To get the surprise, you have to tell us what the final message of your mission was.”

You don't want to play along, but if that's what it takes to see the others again, you swallow your disgust and think hard about what the heck the clown could be thinking about.

Seungmin's patience has run out, though. Surprisingly quickly, he pulls a sword from the skeleton at his side and points it at the clown's throat. His hand doesn't tremble, and he stands tall like a true hero. “No more games. Tell us where our boyfriends are at this instant!”

The clown casually pokes the weapon, and the whole thing shakes.

“It's plastic, honey. A prop, like everything else. The only real thing here is your love.”

“What?” Jisung can't take it anymore. “What the hell is going on? And also... Oh, shit!” He takes a step back.

In the next moment you understand why.

“I can’t believe this shit.”

From the darkness, the clown is joined by two more. One tall and muscular, the other shorter, but also muscular. They're ready for action, and Seungmin only has a toy sword.

“I'll ask you one last time. What is the message?” The clown girl tilts her head to the side.

“Fuck you all!” You manage to pull out a sword, too. If that's all you've got, you'll fight with it, but you'll fight anyway.

Jisung raises an axe in his hand and holds it towards the enemy. When it comes to you and the others, his anxiety and fear cannot put any restraints on his ability to stand up for you, and though he didn't believe you in the Donut King, he is proving just how true that is of him, and what a great boyfriend he is. “We want our boyfriends back, dickheads!”

You fall even more in love with both of them. Even if the clowns will defeat you, you're glad you had the chance to get to know and love them.

The clowns giggle, then start approaching you. You don't retreat, holding up your weapons defensively. The shorter clown gets so close to you that the end of your sword begins to twist across his chest, the weak plastic toy unable to take the pressure of muscles. As if on cue, the clown flexes his muscles, your sword is bent to one side, and all you can see is the chest trying to swallow your poor sword. Suddenly you get déjá vu. As if you've seen this chest before. Like you've touched it. It's so familiar.

Testing the power of the weapon, you slam it onto the man's arm, then, taking him by surprise, you lunge forward and pull the mask off his head.

“Ow,” Changbin says, stroking his shoulder. “It stings.”

Jut and Dwae stand in the way of your sword. Your hunch was right. But it only makes you more confused.

You dodge Changbin and run to the clown who's sword-fighting with Jisung. As soon as you're close enough, you recognize his scent, and even before you take off his mask, you know you'll be greeted by Chan's curly locks and handsome face.

“What the fuck?” Jisung gasps.

Seeing the developments, Seungmin also springs into action. He takes off the little girl's clown mask. Felix smiles up at him. So it wasn't a little girl, it was Felix, changing his voice.

“I knew I recognized that voice!” Seungmin exclaims. “That's the sound Lix makes when…”

“When?”

Seungmin scratches the back of his head and takes a closer look at his axe. “It's not important.”

“What is important is that we-”

Before you can finish, Jeongin sticks his head in the back doorway of the room. “Is the role-playing game over? Ready for the cake?” Then he takes the situation in, the swords, the whole atmosphere. “Oh, my God! You guys were fighting?”

“You guys had a fight?” Hyunjin appears on one side, Minho on the other.

“Who won?” asks the man who promised you hugs, hours ago, but instead you see him at the end of a nightmare. Thankfully, unharmed.

“We took this role-playing thing a bit too seriously," Chan replies.

“Role-playing?” you ask.

They're all fine. Felix was the clown on the phone, they left the clues. The evil clowns merged with your boyfriends. It still doesn't add up.

“We've gone clown-themed for the anniversary role play.”

“It was my idea!” Jeongin reports. “Because of the game I bought.”

“Anniversary?” Jisung blinks, surveying your boyfriends as if seeing them for the first time. “What anniversary?”

“Wait... Don't you know what day today is?” Changbin asks.

The three of you shake your heads. As your adrenaline levels drop, you feel empty, with question marks in place of your thoughts. You press on the rubber surface of the mask you hold in your hand, uncertain, looking lost as you lock gazes with Seungmin.

“We thought you were kidnapped by evil clowns,” Jisung whispers.

Felix looks concerned as he speaks softly to the boy. “Yeah?”

“Yes, and we were really fucking worried you'd get hurt if we didn't get here on time.”

“Oh,” Chan acknowledges with a soft look.

“Please, hyung, don't touch me now,” Jisung steps back when Chan goes to hug him.

“So when we saw the clowns outside, and then you as clowns, we prepared for a life-and-death struggle to save you,” you continue. You don't think it's likely that they meant to hurt you mentally on purpose, but regardless, they must know why Jisung is so upset that he won't even let Chan touch him, and instead backs up next to you and rests his head on your shoulder.

“We're fine,” Jeongin comes under the dim lamplight. “All of us.”

“We're sorry the clowns scared you,” says Changbin with a rueful look on his face, “We figured if Yongbokie didn't flinch, Sungie wouldn't either.”

“We wanted you to enjoy the game,” Felix assures you of their aims.

“What game would that have been?”

“A romantic treasure hunt. But we were clearly shit at organising it. I'm sorry. You can slash me with your swords if you want to.” Chan stands there in exasperation, and means it. He's seriously sorry, and you can smack him for real if you wish.

But Seungmin drops his sword. You follow his example. Jisung's axe also falls to the ground beside you, and he wraps his arms completely around your waist.

“We overreacted,” you admit, stroking Jisung's back in comforting circles. “We immediately assumed the worst after Sungie told me about his nightmare. We dragged Minnie along with us because we couldn't think of a better explanation than the evil clowns who kidnapped you.”

“Can I tell you the real explanation?”

All three of you nod in answer to Chan's question, almost simultaneously.

“Today is your anniversary. A year ago this time, you went on your first three-way date.”

And the picture finally comes together in your head. The toy store in the mall where you picked up Jisung because Google Maps on his phone wouldn't show him properly where Donut King was. In his confusion, he was looking at unicorns. Seungmin bought him one as a joke. At Donut King, Jisung paid for the donut menu, which at the time included slushy. The House of Horrors came up, and Jisung insisted that he really liked these places. Sp that you get to pay for something as well, you offered to go and foot the bill there. You didn't get very far inside, running out into the evening air screaming and holding hands. Seungmin was laughing, and you accused him of squeezing your hands repeatedly in fear. 'Maybe I just didn't want you to let go,' he had replied, still holding your hands. You knew at that moment that it was your first date, but not your last. And on the fourth, you were drinking slushies again, and those certain nasty-tasting kisses were exchanged.

The timeline unfolded correctly. Even Minho's 'I'm going on a date' comment reminded you of your first date. You said the same thing to him when he wanted to pull you to him, but you were so excited you couldn't sit down at the thought of the Jisung-Seungmin date.

They've organized this reenactment eerily well. It's just a shame that you went down this road on a completely different, much scarier and more dangerous programme, and didn't really bother with the locations, other than getting closer to the destination.

“Fuck,” you groan in shock as the wagon of memories rolls up from your subconscious.

“We forgot our anniversary,” Jisung mutters with similar exasperation.

“Wow, I feel even worse now,” laughs Seungmin bitterly. Felix strokes his upper arm, and then, as Seungmin doesn't pull away, pulls him into a hug and whispers something in his ear. Soothing words, no doubt.

“I'm so, so sorry, babies. It wasn't supposed to be like this- We didn't mean to-”

“It's okay, Chanie,” you say, because Chan is looking more and more like Jisung before he has a panic attack. “We misunderstood each other. No hard feelings.” You extend your free hand toward him. Chan steps up to you and takes it, but his shoulders lower only when Jisung looks up from your shoulder and pulls him into your embrace.

“It wasn't directed at you, Chanie hyung. I was- I'm still confused," Jisung whispers into Chan's neck.

“It's okay, baby. It's a lot to take in, hmm?” He's keeping you both warm, holding you close. "But you survived. You're doing so well."

“And you fought so well, even if it was only with plastic!” says Changbin, who half-holes himself between your shoulders, resting his arm on your hip.

"Oh, yes," Felix counters, "I'll sleep soundly at night. If some dodgy gang should lay eyes on me and kidnap me, I know you'd fight for me even if you only had cheap plastic swords.”

“Of course!” you agree.

“For you, we'd take on half the world, go to houses of horror and fight clowns,” says Jisung, and it's liberating to hear those brave words from his lips, remembering how firmly he and the bard stood up against clowns. “More, I mean.”

“For all of you," Seungmin nods. “Even for you, Minho hyung.”

“My heart is racing, Minnie,” grins Minho, mocking but affectionate.

“Do you want a group hug? Or would you like to see the surprise?” Jeongin asks, still close to the curtain. From the tone of his voice, he's looking forward to seeing how you'll react. Today, however, there were suddenly too many surprises, and a good hug is never worth missing.

“Come here and give me a hug, you evil clowns," Jisung puts your thoughts into words.

“Don't say that so loudly. There's more than one person here with that job description. Do you want to hug them too?” asks the approaching Hyunjin.

“I don't think so. Especially not the chainsaw guy.”

“Did you rent the place by the way?” Seungmin grabs Jeongin and comes up from behind, clinging to him in a central embrace.

“Yes, but only for a while. It'll be open to everyone again soon, which is why it was important for you to be here on time.”

“We ran like our lives depended on it!”

“You did, hon.” Chan pat you on the head. “You're here now, and there's nothing wrong.”

“Squeezing hug!” Felix shouts, and your boyfriends really do squeeze. It's so much better than when nervousness did this to the inside of your body. This hug is reassuring and reinforces the knowledge that you have nothing to worry about. They are all here, safe and as close to you as possible.

“My love?” Jisung gently nudges your neck with his nose. You wonder how he can move. You're pressed face-first against Chan's chest. Not that you mind, it's a great place.

“Hmm?”

“Happy anniversary!”

“Oh, yeah. Happy anniversary, Sungie!” You find a way with your strong sense of logic to get yourself in a position to kiss his face. “And you too, Minnie!”

“Happy anniversary,” he appears, sliding through the comforting huddle of hips and arms. “I can't believe I've been bearing with you all for a year.” Even though he says it in vain, the kiss on your cheek says he's more than happy to put up with you.

As you lean away from him and give way to Jisung, you notice that Chan is eyeing you rather softly.

“What is it?”

“He's been dying to kiss you since we started getting ready. He only talked about you between two tasks. How excited he is to see you, and how he hopes you'll be happy to-”

“That's enough, Lix." Chan was so embarrassed that if you wre to lay your head back on his chest, you would feel the heat radiating through his shirt. "Let's go see the surprise. I hear you bouncing, Innie.”

And though the others start to leave, Seungmin pulls Chan back just as he's about to go. Without any explanation, he grabs his face and kisses him, then nods to Jisung. Jisung kisses him with similar enthusiasm. You hug him tightly, not stopping at a kiss, but trail a series of pecks on his cheek until he starts giggling.

“How's the mixed slushy?”

“Awful. But I can take it.”

"Chop-chop, lovers," shouts Hyunjin. "Innie-yah is considering breaking up with you, and no one can distract him.”

“We're coming.”

“We're really coming.”

“Anything for Innie!”

The room behind the curtains is like it's not part of the house of horrors. The colourful sequins and heart-shaped ornaments, the cute cake fitting itself on top of the table covered with fancy abros, and the all-encompassing 'Happy Anniversary' text stretched across the table.

“Wow.” You try to take in the whole sight and fit it into the picture you have of today. First they planned it all: the treasure hunt stations, the game, and then they decorated and furnished this room for you. They remembered and staged the anniversary you forgot.

“Do you like it?” Jeongin asks. “Or is it too much?”

“It's all right,” Seungmin hums.

“Just all right?” Jeongin is mildly indignant.

Seungmin smiles like an angel. "I mean, I like it. But not as much as I love you, Innie-yah.”

Jeongin puffs, but you can tell he's satisfied with that answer. After Jisung and you confirm that they've all done a good job, he sees the time has come to give Felix permission to cut the cake.

Soon, the small room is filled with the sound of clinking forks and conversation, the sound of home that you missed terribly without them.

“I'm glad I didn't kick you in the balls after all,” you report to Changbin between bites. You're also glad you've calmed down and can joke around again.

“Did you plan on doing that?” He leans against the table and blinks at you, shocked.

“Well, you're clearly stronger than me. I had to be sneaky.”

“Mean, but clever. If you were in trouble and I wasn't there, by all means, do it.”

“Hmm,” you nod.

“Taste good?” Felix comes to you with a hopeful look.

“Heavenly,” you tell him.

“I'm pregnant,” says Changbin enthusiastically.

Felix playfully frowns. "That can't be from my cake. It's Hyune’s merit.”

“Yah!”

“Oh. What an indiscreet exchange of ideas.” Jisung also appears in your humble circle, his cheeks stuffed.

“You're always there when something spicy happens, aren't you?” Felix shakes his head, wiping a smear of cream from Jisung's upper lip, who is chewing his cake voraciously, his face so innocently puffy you wouldn't think he'd approach you for the juicy details.

“It's not that. I'm here to pick up my lover, with whom I'm celebrating our anniversary. I want to be with them today.”

“Aw,” comments Changbin.

”But of course, if some sex-related information hits my ears on the way, it's not my problem,” he grins, as much as his full cheeks will allow.

“Uhuh, uhuh, sure.”

“Well, honey? Care to join me and Minnie for a toast?”

You nod, so you round up to find your third partner. Of course, in this relatively small room, it's not difficult. He's talking to Hyunjin, though he's looking stunned at the moment. When you get there, he turns to you and shares his verdict.

“We’re stupid.”

“A real anniversary present is the plural,” you flutter your eyelashes.

“No, we really are stupid.”

“Gosh, no need to overdo it though,” Jisung shuts the other one's mouth. Seungmin frowns disgruntledly and manages to pry Jisung's hand away, but doesn't speak again.

“Why have we suddenly become so stupid? Apart from the fact that we imagined ourselves in a hostage drama today?”

“The more creative part of your boyfriends made up a pun,” Hyunjin explains, casually running his hands down your back. “Yongbokie named it the message of your mission. Though I think it was more of an easter egg, and you didn't necessarily have to guess.”

“I remember him asking us something like that. That's when Minnie pulled a ‘sword’ on him.”

“And he was referring to the pun. Words were hidden at different stations. First, there was 'happy'. Then 'ary'. The name 'Annie' was written on the bard of one of the clowns on guard outside. Finally, there was the woman in chains shouting 'vers'. Put it together.”

“Happy anniversary," sighs Seungmin, brokenly. He doesn't like to look dumb.

“We really didn't pay attention to that.”

“You went in a completely different direction, you didn't go through the day as a game. I don't think you're irredeemably silly, just cute.”

“Thank you, Hyune,” you gratefully snuggle closer to him, enjoying the way his hand slides further around your waist and he pulls you closer.

“Hey, don't take my anniversary partner!” Seungmin shouts at him.

“They can't be taken away,” you report. “They’ve a mind of their own. And they're sad because you called them really stupid.”

“You're not really stupid. But even if you were, I'd still love you," he says, holding out his palm to you.

You accept it with a smile and, together with Jisung, go to the table to clink glasses.

“Let me do it,” Minho spins to you in a cavalier manner, holding the unopened champagne in the palm of his hand. His immaculate appearance is marred by the creaminess of his cheekbones and forehead.

“You promised me a hug,” you remind him as he hustles the cork.

He smiles lazily. “Oh, yes. I remember perfectly well that you couldn't resist me, sweetie. And I remember what I promised you. You'll have it when we get home.”

Chan and Jeongin line up the glasses. Chan's chin is creamy and Jeongin's nose is creamy too, a picturesque testimony to the fun they just had with Minho.

Jisung, Seungmin and you get the first three glasses. Jisung turns towards you, and you get the feeling he wants to make a toast in front of everyone. He is excited and smiling, not nervously biting his nails or tapping his foot. Seungmin looks at him with interest, a sweet smile in the corner of his mouth and a twinkle in his eye. They're relaxed, happy, in love, and so you can truly appreciate that this is yours. You've had these two brave, fine men for a year.

“You know how to make this night perfect?” Jisung finally asks. “We must teach Doongie the national anthem.”

Everyone looks puzzled, but you laugh with him, and Seungmin smiles too. Then you clink glasses with each other and the others, but for the moment you say no more about it, no matter how curious they are - especially Minho. For now, it's just your inside joke on your crazy but ultimately rewarding anniversary, which was about you in the most dramatic way.

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xxkissesforchanniexx · 11 months ago

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐨 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭

Pairing: Chan x fem!reader zombie au Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: Chan being a dick >.> (mostly to Seonghwa), threats, medical diseases I fail to describe besides what i googled up >.>, uhh kinda nice ending

A/N: slowly im getting stuff done >.> be patient with me please ;-;

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Chapter 2

Jeongin had fallen asleep, leaning against the window, Seonghwa and Chan were having a very aggressive staring contest in the mirror, Felix on the other hand smiled at you.

"So y/n," Felix said, "What did you do before the apocalypse?"

You shrugged, "I was just starting medical school."

"So you might know how to help Minho."

You nodded. "What's wrong with him?"

"he's been really sleepy and he kept saying he had a headache then it got worse... and his neck got stiff... then he got the fever and he started feeling weak-"

"Meningitis?" Seonghwa asked, finally looking away from Chan.

"Maybe..." You said quietly.

"What do we do?" Chan said looking at you in the rearview mirror.

"I have to see when I get there." You made a face at him.

He sucked in a breath, "Fine."

You smiled slightly and began asking Felix about his life before the apocalypse. You found out from him that Chan liked singing.

"Chan used to sing every day... even the stupid jingles on TV-"

"That's enough." Chan said, squeezing the wheel.

Felix went quiet.

Chan turned into a tunnel and stopped the car.

Seonghwa looked around. "Where are we?"

"Home." Felix said and shook Jeongin awake.

"Yongbokkie, help me open the gate." Chan said as he got out of the car.

You got out and walked around the back of the car to Chan's side, Seonghwa looked up and down the tunnel before grabbing you and hissing in you ear. "I don't trust this place."

"Then sleep outside." Chan spat before going to a pile of melted metal and a rusted car.

He shifted the metal and after a few hard pulls, Felix got the car door to open. You saw a flashing light and stared at curiously as it turned green before Felix entered the car. Jeongin followed close behind. You stared at the dark inside of the car curiously.

"Go." Chan said. "It's not dangerous."

You made a face. "It looks dangerous."

Chan let go of the door and it closed, "Look, if we didn't need you to fix Minho you and your friend wouldn't be here. I don't like killing other people. You know where we stay. I either kill you here. Or you join us and get the fuck inside."

Seonghwa stepped between you and Chan, looking down at him, "Try and kill her."

Chan sucked in a breath turning around before reaching for something. The car door opened from the inside and someone stared at you. He had thin cat like eyes and long black hair, and plush lips.

"What's going on?" He stepped fully out of the car and looked from you and Seonghwa to Chan. "Who are these people?"

"They can help Minho." Chan said, "Since I'm so threatening talk to the face of our operations." He rolled his eyes and opened the car door before entering.

The man looked at you and Seonghwa, "When was the last time you showered." He waved his hand in front of his nose. "I'm Hyunjin. If I get this right I must know Chan so well. He scared you, you don't want to enter. But if you don't enter, he has to kill you."

You nodded.

Seonghwa huffed. "Look-"

"N-no I get it. It was the same way when I found these guys. But I promise, it's safe here." He smiled gently and opened the door.

You looked at Seonghwa who started shaking his head but you threw you bag in before entering yourself.

You slid past the seats realizing the car was slanted, and stumbled into a dark tunnel you saw a light at the end of the tunnel and followed it to a big well lit room, natural light poured in from a window in the ceiling.

"There she is." Felix smiled, "Guys, this is y/n. y/n, this is Jisung," he motioned to a man with dark hair and chubby chipmunk like cheeks, "Changbin," A muscular man with a scar on his face, "Seungmin," A boy with light brown hair and a calm face, "and Minho is probably sleeping."

You looked around their base, it was a wide area, probably formally used for tunnel maintenance. To the right was a living like area with a couch and table with trinkets decorating shelves several passages led somewhere, to the back was two passages, to the left was a big kitchen with a gas cooker and fridge.

Your brows furrowed. "You have power."

"Always." Felix smiled, "Perks of having two geniuses around," he motioned to Hyunjin and Seungmin. "If Hyunjin imagines it, Seungmin and find someway to throw it together."

You nodded, motioning to the two doors to the back.

Changbin perked up, "We aren't allowed back there. Even if Chan and I built this place together, I can't see what's to the right door. As for the left," He looked at Seonghwa, "We'll see when we trust you."

Seonghwa pursed his lips.

Jisung smiled at you slightly. "It's been so long since we had a girl here... alive anyway. I feel under dressed."

You laugh lightly and shrug, "Don't worry about it, I can't say I'm much better."

Jisung laughed slightly, "We have a shower, can't say if Hyunjin and Seungmin have figured out hot water yet but you can give it a try."

"Speaking of which," Felix grabbed your hand and dragged you down a hall to the right and down the left of a split in the hall before opening a door. "You can stay here." He looked at Seonghwa. "I can find you guys a bigger bed if you nee-"

"I'll sleep alone thanks." Seonghwa rolled his eyes.

You laughed and threw your bag onto the bed, looking around the small space. Unlike the other places you had stayed with Seonghwa and the outside, despite the heat, here it was cool. You sat on the bed and smiled at how soft it was, you looked at the small dresser for your clothes and hummed.

Felix poked his head in after a few minutes. "I can show you to the shower," he held out a towel.

You stood and took it, opening the door and following him out into the hall. The shower room was a very small space with carefully put together piping and tile flooring with a rubber mat.

Felix smiled and handed you soap and a wash cloth, "Uh, I don't know what else you girls use to bathe so... consult Hyunjin if you need anything extra."

You laughed. "This is enough, thanks."

"Okie dokie." Felix nodded, "As Sungie warned, the hot water might not always work so... good luck." He smiled sweetly and closed the door.

After questioning yourself in the shower about how you survived so long without warm water you finished your shower and allowed Seonghwa his turn.

You were sorting through your bag, looking at what you had and what you could put where when Changbin threw your door open.

"Minho is awake." His eyes were worried.

You stared at Minho, he was a very pretty man, about Chan's age, with small lips and observant eyes.

"Who is that?" he asked the moment you entered the room.

"She's going to help." Hyunjin said, looking at you.

"Help me how? She a doctor or something?" Minho sat up.

"You could say that." Chan exhaled slowly.

"Lay back." You said.

Minho stared at you for a moment before laying back.

You felt his head, "Hyunjin." You looked at him, "Get me my bag, it's on my bed."

Hyunjin ran off to get it.

"Relax, I'm going to test you for something." You put Minho's arms on his abdomen and took his pillow from under his head.

Chan stared at you with narrowed eyes as Hyunjin returned, Seonghwa following him, "I don't want that Pomeranian in here-"

"Chan who are these people?" Minho tried to sit up but you pushed him back down with a glare.

"Who are you calling a Pomeranian?" Seonghwa said, walking across the room.

Minho pushed you off and held his head as he sat up. "Stay away from Chan-"

Chan got in Seonghwa's face and then you lost it.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! BOTH OF YOU!"

Seonghwa and Chan stared at you.

"Out." You said quietly.

"You can't order me around-" Chan started.

"Channie." Minho looked at him. "Go..."

Chan sucked in a breath and left.

Seonghwa looked at you before walking out after Chan.

You got Minho to take the acetaminophen from your bag and had him lie back again. You lifted his head and watched his lower half.

You sucked in a breath as his knees bent slightly.

"Hyunjin." You said quietly.

"Yeah?" He looked at you.

"How long has Minho been sick?"

"A little less than a week.."

"He's got meningitis..."

"Is it bad?" Hyunjin's face fell.

"I think he'll live if he's made it this far. We just have to keep the fever down." You sighed softly. "make sure you wash your hands."

You ended up watching Minho most of the late afternoon into the evening and even in the night to keep his fever down, switching every now and then with Hyunjin. Living with the boys you noticed how rare it was for Chan to be around and about the hideout.

"Does Chan always stay away from you guys?" You asked Jeongin one day.

"No, not really." Jeongin said, "You're just not out when he's out."

You nodded to yourself, determining based on those words, Chan must be active at night, compared to the other member who were loud and rowdy in the day.

You were watching Minho, checking his temperature quickly before leaving to get water. It was dark out, from what you could see through the window in the center room. You got a bottle of water and looked around. How lucky did you have to be... You hadn't died in the initial wave... You found Seonghwa...you found Chan... You could drink water peacefully.

The sound of steps made you look up, Chan stood in the hall looking at you.

You looked back at him.

"Minho okay?" he asked as he grabbed a bottle from the top shelf above the stove. Alcohol.

"He's fine." You said sipping your water.

Chan poured himself a cup of the alcohol and looked at you. "Never thought you'd actually do it." he said before drinking.

"What?" You looked at him.

"When we left we were sure Minho would die before we got back," He said quietly, staring into his cup. "I owe it to you," He looked at you. "Thank you."

"I've been here a whole two days and this is the first thing you say to me." You laugh lightly.

"Wasn't like you were available to talk." He huffed.

"Well, Chan, you're welcome." You shrugged and finished your water, pushing away from the counter, you walked to the hall. "And... for everything," You motioned to the room. "For letting us stay, thank you..."

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ficclings · 4 months ago

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LOST - CHAPTER SEVEN

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CHAPTER SEVEN

It was only as the torchlight flashed around the tunnel, that she noticed that there were in fact, multiple sacks of the undead sticking to the walls with thick greenish-brown liquid oozing from underneath them.

The liquid seemingly corrosive as she could see the skin falling from the bodies as they clawed at the skin-seal they were in.

She weaved and dodged around them, trying to ignore how much she wanted to throw up before skidding to halt when she heard both Minho and Felix suddenly start to scream in panic.

She hadn’t even realised how fast she had been, how far she was ahead of them.

“Don’t let go of me!” Felix’s deep voice cracked as he gripped tightly onto Minho’s hand, who was currently trying to keep his feet on the ground as a thick, long tentacle had shot out from a growth on the ceiling.

Her eyes wide, she rushed back to them, vision focused on the sharp teeth surrounding the base of the tentacle.

Looking around for something to break the tentacle with, she noticed that both Minho’s bat and Felix’s frying pan were scattered on the floor.

“I got you; I’m not letting go!” Minho shouted, tears now threatening to fall as he could feel both his grip slipping and his body rising.

“Hyung,” Felix whimpered, “I don’t want to die,” his eyes met hers and he felt like crying even more when she took a few steps back; in turn making Minho yell in annoyance.

“Help me!” he screamed before he suddenly found himself falling to the ground as his grip finally gave way, “Yongbok!” he watched as Felix was yanked upwards.

Felix felt like everything had suddenly gone into slow motion as he watched Minho get smaller as he was pulled higher.

And then, suddenly.

He was falling back down to the ground as the sickening sound of flesh ripping danced across the walls, the screams from the growth soon following.

Minho just about had enough time to steady himself enough to catch Felix, although it wasn’t graceful, he had his friend in his arms and for once, Minho allowed himself to just hold his friend and cry.

Felix held him tightly, sharing the tears as he searched for the hybrid.

The sound of throwing up allowed his blurry sight to finally spot her, a thick chunk of blackish green was spat out onto the ground; followed by more vomiting.

The sudden realising hit Felix like a truck.

“What did you do?!” he pushed himself away from Minho and ran over to her, hands quickly holding her face as he checked it over, “please tell me you didn’t use your mouth to cut that thing?”

She gave him an exhausted watery smile, her lips still stained with clotted blood.

“You were going to die,” she then looked a little to the left, where Minho was now standing with a look of thunder on his handsome face, hand white as he gripped both recovered weapons.

“You are a fucking idiot,” he snapped, and Felix turned to him with a frown.

“Hyung, stop,” he didn’t want an argument to start up in the tunnel when they were still surrounded by creatures.

Minho rolled his eyes in annoyance before roughly grabbing near the back of her neck and forcing her mouth to open so he could pour bottled water in it.

“Spit,” he said firmly, eyes practically burning like the sun as he tried to control his anger and panic.

She obeyed and cuddled into herself when she spotted all the gunk that came with the water and spit.

“Congratulations, Spots,” Minho replied sarcastically, “you have no idea whether or not if you have infected yourself,”

They had finally found a small, abandoned house just outside the exit to the tunnel and quickly made the decision to lay low for the night, although they were still able to hear the creatures screaming and moaning in the tunnel.

She felt awkward as she stayed in the corner with her legs to her chest, eyes occasionally flitting to Minho and Felix as a wave of shame washed over her.

Had she put them in danger? What else could she have done, there wasn’t anything else to cut that thing down!

“You need to apologise,” Felix huffed and nudged Minho with his elbow, “you know there wasn’t anything else she could do,” he added and rubbed at his stomach where the ache of being held by the creature was still lingering.

“Are you okay?” Minho asked with a deadpan expression, ignoring Felix’s words.

“Hyung,” Felix sighed and sat on top of the bag he had brought with a loud and exhausted thump, “look at her,” he was now scanning over his friend as her head hung low, her dalmatian ears swaying a bit as she shivered.

“She could be infected,” Minho slammed his hand against the wall, “I’m just being realistic, Yongbok,” he could see her out the corner of his eye lifting her head in shock at the noise, “it’s not like I want her to be infected, but she could be and that is something that you should be worried about!” he stared directly into her eyes as he spoke to Felix and she felt her heart still when she saw how concerned he was.

For her.

“She saved my life,” Felix replied and then moved to sit by her side, his hand quickly moving to pet the top of her head, noting that her tail was gently tapping against the hardwood floor.

Minho stood still for a moment as he watched the two of them huddle together before he silently moved over to them and laid down by their feet, his back to them.

Felix smiled slightly, knowing that his friend was worried for the hybrid but had no idea how to show that without being harsh and angry.

Though they were a lot quieter than usual, she couldn’t help but inwardly gush at how different the countryside was compared to where they lived.

“This place must have been so pretty with the fruit markets,” she sighed, and her ears pulled back on her head sadly, “loads of hybrids live in the countryside so it would have been so cool if I had been able to meet others,”

Felix’s thin fingers gently ran through her hair and tickled her ears.

“This is where Hyunjin Hyung used to film his dancing,” he chuckled as they had now come to a complete stop.

“He dances?”

“Like a superstar,” Felix grinned when he saw her ears wiggle in interest, “Minho Hyung taught him most of…well everything that he knows,”

At the mention of the other man, she diverted her eyes back to the empty market area, still a little afraid to even meet his gaze which was now boring in to the back of her head.

“C’mon, we need to keep moving,” Minho muttered and nodded his head forward, clearly knowing where they were going.

Felix wiggled his fingers at her waiting for her own hand, inviting her.

“Gimme those little hands,” he teased and started to silently giggle when she arched her eyebrow at him.

“Says you!”

Minho led them to the nearest gym, crouching behind a bench with the other two quickly following.

“Changbin’s gym,” he pointed out and Felix hummed in recognition, “they are really trying to get in there,” he frowned as zombies continued to claw at the glass, some already having broken through and slamming against a door in the back.

Bending forwards a bit, she smelt the air to try and see if she could detect what they were after.

An overwhelming feeling of nausea suddenly hit her, and she quickly cupped her hands around her mouth to try and stop herself from throwing up, the back of her skull feeling heavy.

“Drink,”

She flinched as cold plastic was gently pushed to her cheek, and she turned to see Minho next to her holding a bottle of water; eyes still trained on the small horde before them.

“Thanks,” she took a small swig of water and shook her head to try and get rid of the fog building up, “here,” she held the bottle back for him to take but he shook his head.

“I’m not sharing with you,” he explained coldly, and Felix shared a sympathetic look with her as she quietly put the bottle in her own bag.

“Hyung,” Felix hissed and elbowed him again, “stop,”

“There’s somebody alive in there,” she gasped and almost stood up in surprise before she caught herself, “they are scared but they are alive,” she closed her eyes to focus more, fully aware of both men staring at her.

One, no…two scared people?

I smell so many hybrid zombies, so many rodent hybrids.

Her eyes opened and peered over the bench with worry.

“Most of the zombies are rodent hybrids,” she explained as her vision zeroed in on a rat hybrid with torn ear and a rotting tail, green gunk leaking from a gaping wound on his upper thigh, “so they shouldn’t be overly strong to deal with but there are possibly two people stuck in there,” she turned to Felix and frowned a bit when she saw a flicker of hope appear on his face.

“It could be Changbin Hyung,” he whispered as he gripped his frying pan, practically bouncing on the flats of his feet.

Minho paused for a moment and then finally made eye contact with her, his harsh brown eyes causing her to both cower and blush under the intensity.

“If Yongbok and I get the hordes attention, you need to go and get to the back,” he seemed to have already made up his mind as he stood up and shook his bat around, “get going,” he ordered and then nodded to Felix who shared a worried glance with the hybrid.

“Be safe,” she whispered and quickly grabbed his face so she could kiss his forehead, her hands then grabbed Minho’s wrist, “you too,” she was staring at the floor, worried she would see disgust from her touch.

Minho stared down at her before sighing loudly and patting the top of her head quickly.

“Wait till they follow us and then go to the office room,” he recounted, “please wait for us to get back here before you leave,” he rolled his eyes as he saw Felix beaming at his words.

“Okay,”

She whimpered when all contact with both left her; watching in panic when they started yelling, snatching the attention away from the door in the gym.

They ran towards the boys, and she held back a scream of terror as one of the rodents reached for Felix, but the man quickly swung his frying pan down onto the hybrids head.

Minho grabbed Felix’s arm and practically launched the younger man in front of him as they began to run away.

“GO!” he yelled over his shoulder.

She sprinted towards the gym, jumping over the counter and flinching at the loud noise of the computer falling to the floor.

“Open up!” she knocked on the door with worry as she scanned around her once again, “please, I’m here to help you, please!” she begged, still nothing, but she could faintly pick up on whispers in the room.

She then yelled out the only other thing she could think of to let them know she was harmless.

“Ch-Changbin!”

Her stomach twisted in knots as she was surrounded by silence.

The door then slowly opened revealing a rather muscular man with sharp but kind eyes peering through the small opening.

“How do you know my name?” he asked, and she got a little distracted by a taller figure standing behind him, watching her with interest.

“My friend has been looking for you,” she explained, “Felix,” she quickly added knowing that his name along carried a lot of weight going by how Minho had reacted to the younger man.

“Felix?” the man from behind Changbin moved closer and she couldn’t help but notice how handsome all of Felix’s friends were; it was incredibly intimidating, “as in Yongbok?”

“As in Yongbok,” she felt odd calling him that but to see how their faces light up with smiles, made her feel as if she was helping; giving them hope, “he and Minho distracted the crowd around this door…so they’re…not here but they told me to wait for them to get back so we can all be in one group,” she knew she was stumbling over her words and she couldn’t stop her tail from wagging as her hybrid side was finding a lot of comfort in Changbin’s sheer presence.

“You should get in here then,” Changbin pushed the door and stepped aside to let her in; reminding her of staying in a room with Minho, “how do you know them?” he asked, shutting the door once she was safely inside.

“I live with Felix, and I was saved by Minho,” she smiled as she mentioned them and in turn, it made Changbin beam at her.

“So, you’re the hybrid he keeps texting me about,” the taller man chuckled, “you’re a dalmatian right?” he asked, sitting on the office chair.

She blushed and nodded.

“Hyunjin, you’re making her nervous,” Changbin laughed as he continued to watch her face get progressively redder, “but you are just as cute as Felix said,” he then paused with a thoughtful gaze, “is it offensive to ask if I can pet your ears?”

She couldn’t help the giggle that left her.

“It’s not offensive and yeah, just don’t tug at them,” she mumbled and chewed onto her bottom lip when Changbin gently pet at her ears; her tail still going crazy much to Hyunjin’s delight.

“If we find Seungmin, he is going to love you,” Hyunjin chuckled, his eyes widening as she suddenly turned and faced the corner, hands on her stomach.

“Are you okay?” Changbin attempted to get close to her again, but she quickly held up a hand.

“I just feel a little unwell,”

Her stomach was now twisting in a way that is did before being sick and the pressure on the back of her skull was back, making it difficult for her vision to focus.

“Hyung, do you have water?” Hyunjin’s voice was muffled as the two men searched through the bags that gym goers had left there, clearly in a panic.

“I have a few protein shakes,” Changbin ignored the ‘of course you do’ from Hyunjin and approached the hybrid currently breathing heavily.

“Here,”

His voice was so soft and she made the effort to look at him in thanks but waved her hand once more.

“I…I have water in my bag,”

Changbin nodded and made the decision to get the water for her.

“Such a gentleman,” Hyunjin threw Changbin a genuine smile when their eyes met.

Gulping down the rest of the water in the bottle, she then managed to refocus her vision and the pressure in both her throat and head, relaxed a bit.

“Sorry,”

“If you’re not feeling well, then you aren’t feeling well,” Hyunjin shrugged and then his lanky limbs got out of the chair, “don’t apologise,”

She finally turned around and nodded at him with a shy smile, slightly stunned at how close both were to her.

“Thanks,”

Changbin opened his mouth to reply but all three of them were then shocked by the rapid knocking on the door.

“Open up!”

Changbin nearly pulled the door off its hinges as he came face to face with both Minho, who looked exhausted and Felix, whose eyes were already watering as he gazed at his friends.

She quickly moved out of the way as Changbin pulled the two other men into what looked like, a bone-crushing hug.

Hyunjin couldn’t help but let out a yelp when Changbin turned and pulled him into the group hug.

“Of course we’d find you in the gym,” Minho muttered, hiding a smile as the hybrid watched his hands practically claw at the back of Changbin’s shirt as if he was just trying to hug him tighter.

Through all the happiness that was happening before her, she couldn’t help but focus more on the bubbling that was going on in her stomach.

She felt sick. Very sick.

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red-airhead · 2 years ago

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𝔖𝔲𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔢 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱. 𝔗𝔴𝔬: ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤

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word count - 2,028

genre - fluff, romance, angst but it's mostly dream based

warnings - feminine terms, afab! reader, Felix x Reader, Chan x Reader, mentions of nightmares, suicide in a flashback, cuddling, kissing, light makeout, use of pet names (baby), chan walking in on reader, lmk if I missed anything.

I Am Damaged from Heathers is technically used, just minus a few lines and more altered to fit the scenario.

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Sleepless nights still existed to you, however they were much less. During those sleepless nights they were often because of nightmares. After finally having a safe place to heal and people that would protect you, your body and mind had finally gotten a chance to process everything, and it would end up all as nightmares.

You don’t know when they started, you knew it was somewhere shortly after you had arrived, maybe a few days when you had gotten a good rest.

They were all so kind to you, taking turns taking care of you, feeding you, watching over you, taking care of your wounds. It made you happy knowing that you could even feel safe even in a world like this.

You couldn’t even find a way to thank them. They were your shelter and they were taking care of you. All you knew sooner or later you’d grown close to them. It was only a few days and you already felt comfortable enough to even talk to them for a while, and also get comfortable while watching movies. It was strange that you could enjoy such a life, but it was only because you were healing.

The others would sometimes go out and go for supplies, mostly things that were desperately needed or things that you needed. You knew it was a struggle for them, especially coming back looking as horrified as ever.

But now, you were having nightmares. You’d be waking up in cold sweats and on the verge of crying. This resorted to sleeping during the day, or sleeping in if you didn’t stay up for too long. You didn’t bring it up to anyone as you knew it wasn’t their problem.

Eventually, you woke up one night screaming, quickly sitting up and scrambling to the headboard. You just started crying. You couldn’t even hold it in and it didn’t matter if anyone heard you.

You spent a few minutes crying and panicking that you didn’t even hear the knocks on your door until a little while after.

“Who is it?” You called out, quickly wiping your tears to refrain them from seeing you cry even more than you already were.

The door slowly opened and Felix popped his head open, a soft smile on his face, “Everything okay? I heard you scream..” He said gently, stepping in and closing the door.

“Oh,, Yeah I–I’m okay.. I jus’... I had a nightmare..” You admitted, sniffling and sitting up as he walked over to sit on your bed.

“Oh baby.. I’m so sorry..” He quickly pulled you into an embrace, not even having a second thought of you being uncomfortable. You just melted into the embrace, hands gently wrapping around and gently holding the back of his shirt.

“ ‘s okay.. It happens..” It was silent for a little while after that. Felix wanted to ask what happened in the nightmare but he felt like that was too much. He decided to just comfort you, letting you cry for a little while longer. His hands were considerably smaller than the others but they held warmth and such comfort as he rubbed them up and down on your back.

“Do you want to tell me what happened in the nightmare? You can talk to me about them, y'know?” He gave you and opening, and he wasn’t sure you’d take it.

You thought for a moment, sitting up with your hands now resting on his chest, resting just slightly behind your waist.

“Before my group had died,, There was one I fell in love with.. He loved me just as equally as I loved him..” You began, sniffling as you looked back on it.

“What was his name?” Felix asked, a hand lifting to wipe away tears.

“His name was Kang.. A lot of us nicknamed him Kangaroo..” You smiled at the memory, remembering how he’d get flustered with the nickname.

Felix hummed in response, waiting for you to continue.

“He was the first to go.. I went with him to go get supplies and when we were looking he got bit, and yes I killed it, but there was nothing left to do..” You sniffled, tears forming once again as you looked back on the memory

-flashback-

You stood close to Kang, quickly trying to stop the bleeding even though it wouldn’t do anything, “baby please,, let me-”

“No.. it’s not going to help..” He muttered, gently cupping your face as tears began to form. You could see it in his expression that he was just as heart broken as you were.

“Kang.. please..” You whimpered, hand going on top of his.

“Fuck..” He cried out, pressing a kiss to your forehead, pulling you into a tight embrace before letting you go and stepping back.

“Baby, what’re you doing..?” You whimpered, trying to stop him but he quickly stopped you.

“I am damaged, Far too damaged..” He sniffled, tears now falling as he couldn’t hold them back anymore.

“No you’re not baby, you’re okay if we just-”

“But you’re not beyond repair..” He pointed at the cut on your thigh that was still healing.

“Stick around, make things better..” You watched as he pulled out his gun, pointing it at his head.

“Please stand back now..” You took 4 steps backwards, watching him.

“Little further..” 4 more steps back.

“Hope you miss me, wish you’d kiss me for the last time..”

“Oh my god please– wait–”

“Once I’m gone, clean this messed up world.”

“Not this way– PLEASE!”

“I’m sorry.. I love you.. So much.” He whimpered, cocking the gun and–

Bam…

-end of flashback-

“He took his own life to prevent him from turning.. I remembered that he said he wanted to die human one time.. So rather than letting himself turn…” You could feel Felix pull you back into the same warm embrace, in which you quickly clinged to him.

“I’m so sorry Y/N.. I hope you know you have people here that love you..” He whispered gently, trying to keep you close and comfort you.

“It’s okay.. Thank you..” You muttered against the cloth of his t-shirt. He only hummed. It was quiet after that.

You weren’t sure when, but you had fallen asleep, clinging to Felix for dear life. Felix didn’t even have the heart to let you go so he laid down with you and stayed. He knew you needed it.

You woke up that morning to see Felix’s sleeping expression, slightly squashed against the pillow underneath him. He looked so peaceful and you weren’t sure if it was just the lonely part in you saying that or if it was actually your feelings.

Your hand lifted to gently cup his cheek, pressing a kiss to his forehead but afterwards you quickly covered your mouth and turned around.

You could feel Felix stir awake, a very low and groggy groan coming from him as he rubbed his eyes. You could feel his arms wrap around your waist and pull you close to him. You melted into the warmth.

“G’morning..” He muttered, pressing a kiss to your nape. You shivered from the contact but ignored it nonetheless.

“Morning.. When did I fall asleep?” You asked, slowly turning to face him.

“Well, you fell asleep after telling me what happened in your nightmare,, so I’d say around 3 in the morning.. I stayed because you had a death grip on my shirt..” He teased, pressing a finger to your nose in which you scrunched it.

“Hm.. Sorry about that..”

“No it’s okay,, I– None of the other guys exactly cuddle a lot.. All of them are either too scared to sleep during the night or they’re up all night looking through supplies.. The ones that do sleep are Hyunjin, Han, Seungmin, and Jeongin.. Chan, Changbin, and Minho are the ones up all night..” He explained, brushing your messy hair from your face.

“Hm.. Well if you need a cuddle buddy after a horrific nightmare, you know where to find me.” You muttered out.. Wait a damn minute what did you just say?

You ignored it, not wanting to think about it. You slowly sat up and stretched, Felix following along, “I’m going to go get changed,, If you decide to sleep a little longer I’ll come check up on you.”

“Okay,, thank you Felix.” He couldn’t help but smile at you, standing up and walking to your side of the bed to press a kiss on your forehead. Has he always been that affectionate?

Once he left you stood up and looked through the closet and drawers, finding something that fit you well enough before you started walking to the bathroom. You still had a limp from your injury, and it was hard to change without any pain, but you didn’t exactly mind.

Once in the bathroom, you began to take off your sleep shorts, soon your shirt would start to follow but just before you could even get it past your bra, Chan had walked in by accident.

“Holy!- Chan fucking knock!!” You shouted, he quickly went to cover his eyes but before he did he noticed your wrapped up wounds.

“A-Are you having trouble changing?”

…

“Yes..”

There was no argument after that. He ended up walking in and closing the door behind him, quickly taking off your shirt. You didn’t even know why he silently offered to help, but you appreciated it as it would be less pain for you.

He led you to the toilet where he would wrap your wounds with new gauze and sports tape.

You being taken care of was a normal occurrence at this point, so you didn’t even question. What surprised you the most was when he kissed the new sports tape.

“What’s that for…?”

“I do that with Felix’s and Hyunjin’s wounds.. Give them the illusion that wounds will heal faster that way. I figured it would help you.” He explained, then carefully pulled the leggings over your calves and up to your knees.

You stood up so he could get it over your hips. You both held eye contact for a moment. Your eyes went from his to his lips.. Were they always that plump? So kissable? Wait a minute is he not wearing a shirt?

He watched you, snorting before reaching to grab the clean t-shirt. Your hand quickly stopped him and it grabbed his attention.

“Something the matter..?” He asked, t-shirt still in hand as he stood up straight to look at you.

You shook your head as a blush spread across your cheeks. You cleared your throat. Your hand went to his bare shoulder and slowly slid down as you watched his muscles tense a bit.

Chan could feel a blush growing as well before he let his free hand glide to your cheek.

You both leaned in closer, inches away from kissing. Was this the right thing to do? It felt right..

“Is this okay..?” He asked in a hushed tone, nose and forehead touching yours as your hand rested on his bicep.

“If it wasn’t I would’ve stopped you..” You whispered, eyes flicking between his own and his lips.

That gap was soon closed as he began to press his own lips against your own. You don’t know what it was but the way his lips felt on yours felt so perfect to you.

The kiss was held for a few moments before Chan began moving his own lips against yours. Slightly deepening the kiss. Oh how you wanted more..

You let it carry on a little longer before pulling away, light panting passed your lips, “What’s the matter..?” He hummed out, hand staying at your cheek as you looked back at each other.

“Nothing I just– I’d like to get dressed and get some food.” You smiled at him, in which he smiled back and slid the shirt over your head. You put your own arms into the sleeves before pressing a kiss to his lips and walking out of the bathroom, his head following you.

What the fuck was that..? A makeout with someone you barely knew? Or maybe it was leading to something more..

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