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Power Play

Pairing: Bang Yongguk/ Y/N

Type: Smut

Warnings: dirty, level 2 smut, some level 3. Bang yongguk is a cocky bitch, hardcore fucking.

Description: Bang Yongguk and you have met a few times through mutual friends, always flirting with each other and walking a dangerous line between friends and something more, until one day yongguk cant take it anymore and whispers,"You look so hot in that dress. If there weren't people around, I'd fuck you right here, right now," while you're both dancing.

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The music is loud but muffled from outside of the club, people flooding the entrance, lined up wearing fancy clothing. The sun has already ducked under the horizon, its orange, pink, and purple traces barely visible under the dark shade of blue in the night sky. The excitement that oozed off of the people in line was enough to get my own excitement going, wondering what it would be like inside. I had come with a group of close friends who, though swore by planned and organized lifestyles, came up with the idea last minute. One of them complimented me after giving me a once over, the rest doing the same, Yongguk nodding in agreement. I thanked them, feeling accomplished. If only they knew the struggle that happened at home with my closet. The state in which I left my room was less than desirable, but now was not the time to worry about cleaning. As we got to the entrance of the club, the bouncer checked our IDs, and let us in after taking the entrance fee money. Walking down the long hallway that led to the seating area, we each talked about our plans for the dance floor. At this particular club, there were two dance floors in the same building; one was latin, the other was hip hop. We decided to check out each one to see what would attract our attention more, then switch off between them. The sea of people and strobe lights made it hard to see exactly what was going on, but we wedged our way through the waves, finding a decent open spot where we could all manage to dance freely. The music was now deafening, each of us having to resort to hand motions, facial expressions, or yelling to communicate. I recognized the song that was playing and it was if my hips had come to life. They moved all on their own, and my friends all did the same. We gradually started to blend in with the crowd, each feeling the music with our bodies, trying our best not to bump into the surrounding ones. We grabbed some drinks, to get our blood pumping, and went back to the crowd, drinking in between movements. At some point, a random guy had made his way behind me, slowly dancing closer and closer to me until he placed a hand on my waist, silently inviting me to grind on him. Since I didn't know who this guy was and was uncomfortable dancing with strangers, I gave a pointed look to Yongguk. He saw my predicament and pulled me closer to him, giving a warning look to the guy behind me and replaced that hand with his own. Now we were face to face, his hand on my waist, my hand making its way to his shoulders. I smiled at him as a thank you, and he nodded. Looking up close, he was handsome (not that I hadn't noticed before). We had met a few times through friends. There was obvious mutual interest between us, a certain chemistry that was made with every interaction. Now that I didn't have to worry about any other guys grinding up on me, I let myself fall back into the beat of the music, moving my body like I was part of the melody. He smirked at me, letting his eyes fall lower than my eyes, tracing my lips. It was a tender moment, one that motivated me to tease him. I smirked back, downing my drink and handing the empty glass to my friend. I then turned around and raised my hand above my head, swaying my hips dangerously close to his pantline, making sure to arch my back so the s-line from his view was visible. I reached back and grabbed his hands, guiding them to my hips, not asking permission to grind on him. We both swayed with the music, his hand gently sliding over my thigh, the tips of his fingers gliding over bare skin, my dress sliding out of the way with each sweep of my hips. I leaned up against his back, reaching one hand behind his neck, his breath near my ear. We swayed together, sensually feeling the beat of the song, gradually forgetting the environment and people around us, our heartbeats pounding in our ears. 

Out of nowhere, he said in a low tone,“You look so hot in that outfit. If there weren’t people around, I’d fuck you so hard right here, right now.” 

I’m not sure if it was the alcohol talking, but I bit my lip in response, giving his pants a dangerous friction with a sway of my hips. In the middle of it all, I was taken out of the moment when the song suddenly changed, my friend and I making eye contact. She gave me a thumbs up and wiggled her eyebrows and I winked. 

    Yongguk and I danced together all night. There was a time I even got down with some of the girls, to put on a show for those willing to watch. The chemistry that had been there before was definitely intensified. His devilish smirks and the way he knew how to handle my hips with dominance was enough to convince me we could make magic together. When the group decided it was finally time to leave, I said my goodbyes, making sure to leave a certain desired look with him and headed over to my friend’s car, since she was my ride. Then the question I had been waiting for slid up behind me. 

“Hey, did you want me to take you home?”

I looked over at my friend, who only raised her brows in return. I smiled at her with a mischievous glint in my eyes, telepathically telling her I wanted, no, needed this. I turned to Yongguk and smiled, accepting his offer. I waved back at my other friends, who each gave me a look, some of the guys in the group silently sending cheers our way. The drive back was nice. We talked about the events that night, talking about the highlights and how we definitely were gonna come back. Then the conversation turned spicy.

“You sure know how to move those hips.”

“You definitely know how to handle them.”

He smiled at me slyly, raising a brow before turning back to look on the road. 

“You know, you’re sexy as hell. I’m glad I was chosen to be the main dance partner tonight. I had a great time.”

“You can have an even better time if you take me home.”

He chuckled, amused by my boldness. 

“You want me to show you around?”

“Oh yea, give me a tour.”

When we got to his place, I took my coat off and placed it on the coat rack, letting myself in to wander the hallway and the kitchen. 

“Welcome to my place. If you want a drink, there’s stuff in the fridge.”

“Thank you.”

He walked over to the living room and placed his coat over a chair, walking to the cabinets and reaching in to grab a water bottle. I watched his throat move up and down with each gulp, and couldn't help but notice the escaped drop that traced his neck.

“Seems you’re thirsty.” I teased.

He scoffed and turned his head, placing the bottle down on the table and walked towards me.

“You wanna help me quench it?”

I looked up at him, biting my lips seductively, running a hand up his arm when he got close enough.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

And with that, he closed the space between us, our lips locking with fervor. His hands snaked around my waist, my arms wrapped around his neck. Without disrupting the kiss he slowly pushed me back into the cabinets, using them as a way to keep me in place as he pressed closer to me. My tongue slipped past my lips and traced part of his bottom lip, asking permission to enter his mouth. He was very cooperative and greeted my tongue with his. The wet sounds that came from our lips echoed in the kitchen, the cabinets tremoring each time he pressed closer to me. When he backed away to breathe, I caught his bottom lip with my teeth, making sure to bite down as a warning. 

“Mhm i’m not going anywhere, don't worry.” He chuckled.

I loved the way he felt against me, firm and steady, like he could crush my body at any moment. I slid my hands down from his neck to his waist, grabbing handfuls of his tucked-in shirt and pulling them out of his pants, using them as reins to tug him closer to me.

“Desperate are we?” 

I leaned up to kiss him one more time before I shoved him off me and headed over to a bedroom I only guessed was his.

“This is my roommate's bedroom.”

“If they come home tonight, I guess they’ll be in for a show.” I said, unzipping my dress.

“Are you serious?”

I let the dress fall to my feet, running a hand through my hair, another tracing my stomach down to my thigh.

“What, are you scared?” I teased.

He took a moment to admire my body, heat building up in his pants as he watched me sit on the bed.

“Fuck y/n, you’re so hot.”

He climbed over me, pushing me down onto the bed. Our lips found themselves again, this time moving almost desperately, sloppy. I gasped as his cold hands ran up my body, reveling in the ticklish feeling he left on my skin. I yanked at his shirt from behind him, not wanting to break the kiss to tell him to undress. He sat up to undo his button-up shirt to slide it off his frame. I watched intently as he lifted his undershirt over his head, exposing his gorgeous build. I couldn't believe he was hiding such a great view under all those clothes he wore. The world should have access to this masterpiece called Bang Yongguk. I met his gaze as he looked down at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He suddenly straddled my hips, standing on his knees and started unbuckling his belt, the clinking sound exciting me. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down so his hardened bulge was exposed through his boxers. I reached forward and gently brushed over it with my palm, outlining his dick with my fingers. He smirked as he put two thumbs under the hem of his boxers and pulled them down, his erection popping out of its confined space, lively. His hand reached over to tug at it, fingers wrapping around the base and gave it a few strokes. The view from below him was so enticing. The way he licked his lips as he stroked his dick right above me, his bare skin glowing under the low bedroom light, teased me.

“Is this what you want?”

I hummed in response, tugging at his pants and unconsciously crossing my legs, heat welling up within me.

“Jack me off.” he ordered.

I reached up to grasp his warm dick in my hands obediently, taking over his previous movements, stroking it at a steady pace. He groaned in pleasure as I kept going, and I looked up at him to take in the view. His low groans were such a turn on. He let out a pleasured sigh, running a hand through his hair as the other held his boxers down, watching me as I gave him a hand job. I ran my thumb over the slit of his dick when I noticed the precum oozing out, spreading it over the head, licking my lips at the slick feeling on my fingers.

“Damn, you get me so horny.”

I chuckled. “So do you, handsome.”

“Okay that’s enough.” he said, removing my hand from him and stepping off the bed, taking off his pants and boxers. He grabbed a condom from the side drawer, thanking his roommate out loud, earning a laugh from me. While he did that, I unhooked my bra slinging it off to the side somewhere, exposing my breasts. He forced my legs open with his knee, placing himself in between. He leaned down to kiss me again, his dick rubbing my clit over the underwear I was wearing. I let out a small gasp when he cupped my breast, fingers tracing over the nipple and giving it a pinch. His hips bucked down slightly, rubbing his dick against me again, eliciting a small moan from me. He bit my bottom lip this time, but then left my lips to trace light kisses down my chin to my neck, until he reached my chest and brought a nipple to his mouth, sucking and flicking at it with his tongue. I gasped as his hand reached between my thighs, rubbing at the area over the underwear.

“I can feel how wet you are through these.” 

“Well what do you expect with all the fucking teasing you’re doing.”

He laughed and went back to it, a finger slipping under the underwear and between my folds, rubbing directly at my clit, smearing my slick everywhere. I moaned and entwined my fingers in his hair, closed my eyes and focused on the sensation running through my body. After a few minutes, I was getting too desperate. 

“Ugh, just…”

“Hm? Did you say something?”

I kept moaning softly, shivering at the tingling sensation between my legs. 

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

I nodded and moaned when he brought his mouth to my neck, grazing his teeth over the skin and licking it before sucking at it harshly, definitely leaving a mark. 

“I wanna hear you say it.” he coaxed.

He was trying to force me into submission, but I remembered who I was, and I was not having it. I was done playing games. I tugged harshly at his hair and pulled him up to face me, grinning at his sudden gasp of pain, pulling him into another sloppy kiss. He groaned at that, not stopping his violating fingers. He moved his hand away to settle himself and grind against me, teasing again, his dick considerably harder. I bit his lip with a bit of anger, earning a chuckle and an 'ouch' from him. I glared at him and he seemed to get the message. 

"Okay, okay. I get it."

"Good boy." 

He scoffed and sat up, shaking his head at me as he tore open the condom packet and wrapped himself. He pried open my legs with his hands, using a thumb to move aside my underwear to give him access to what he wanted. He rubbed his dick over my clit, missing my entrance, teasing me yet again. I glared at him when he looked at me and smirked, challenging me. 

"You know what?" I said, kicking him back, making him fall back on the bed, his eyes wide as he managed to balance himself without falling off the bed.

I sat up and immediately straddled him, pushing down on his chest to keep him in place, giving him a look to not try anything. 

"I'll just do it myself."

"Y/n wait, let me-"

"No, you had your chance. It's my turn now."

He sighed in defeat, scooting down so his head rested comfortably on the bottom part of the bed, stretching his legs out, his feet reaching the pillows. I moved the underwear to the side and lined him up myself, slowly sitting down on him, loving the way his dick finally stretched my walls for the first time. He cursed under his breath and an almost pained expression as I raised my hips and sat down, enveloping him all the way. 

"You're so tight." 

I placed both hands on his chest, using them as leverage to keep me steady. He placed his hands on my thighs, squeezing them as I moved slowly, grinding up and down on him. I let my hips do what they wanted, rocking back and forth, pushing them to show their full potential.

"Ah yea, you know how to ride dick, do you?"

I moaned and looked down at him, rolling my hips faster this time, his hands moving from my thighs to my ass. Squelching sounds filled the room, my soft moans escaping my throat as my mouth hung slightly open, panting for air as I picked up the pace. He brought my hips down forcefully, shoving his dick up my vagina further, hitting that sweet spot inside me on the way.

"Ah, Yongguk wait!" I said in shock, not expecting him to do it again, this time bucking his hips up to meet mine, hitting deep inside me. It felt so good it almost hurt, but it was an exhilarating sensation that sent ripples of pleasure through me. He kept at this for a bit until I pushed down on his shoulder, using my other hand to bring one of his up to grab my boob, keeping him distracted so I could position myself to properly bounce on his dick. My hair slid down my back over my shoulders, hitting him in the face as I leaned forward and rocked my hips up and down, grinding down almost violently, gently biting at his chin when he groaned in pleasure. The hand on my ass gripped harder, letting me know I was doing a good job. He cursed again, looking at me with half lidded, lust filled eyes.  His expression was so hot it almost made me cry. I focused all my energy on my thighs, making sure to keep a steady pace as I licked at his neck, biting ever so slightly, littering his collarbone with small kiss marks. I moaned against his skin at hearing the low growls vibrating in his throat.

"Do you like that, baby?" I cooed.

I almost, almost got him to whimper, but he let out a sound that started as a low groan that broke halfway through, ending in a higher pitched 'yea'. I'd take it. 

"You feel so good inside me, mmm you feel so big." I said, knowing it would excite him further.

"Shit, let me fuck you from behind." 

"Yea, you wanna take over?" 

"I wanna see that ass as I fuck you."

"Do you really want me to stop?" I teased.

He shook his head and groaned as I rolled my hips harder, moaning in response. After a few moments, he seemed to muster enough courage to get me to stop.

"Okay, y/n, get off."

I ignored him and instead kept grinding harder, giving him a taste of his own medicine, smiling devilishly down at him when he furrowed his brows in pleasure, setting his jaw.

"Fuck, get….off…!" He said, not amused with my teasing. 

I chuckled and slipped off of him, letting him guide me on all fours when he got up and turned to line up to my entrance. 

"These are in the way." He said before pulling my underwear down to my knees, spreading my cheeks open to allow him to see what he was doing. I moaned when he stuck a thumb instead of his dick inside, my folds too sensitive to ignore the pleasure even a single thumb could give me. 

"So are you gonna fuck me, or are you gonna play games?"

His cock slid past my folds without warning, hitting different angles inside me. I moaned in pleasure, loving the way he rubbed against my walls in this position. His hands grabbed at my hips, rocking our hips back and forth. 

"Is that all you've got?" I said, teasing him. 

"Listen here, y/n. How about you shut that pretty little mouth up before I-"

"Before you what? What are you gonna do?"

He ran his hands under my hair and tugged harshly, sending shivers up my spine. He then thrust into me harder, making me arch my back so he could hit just right inside me. The slapping sounds grew louder as his hips slapped on my skin, the bed frame hitting the wall with every violent thrust. It felt so good, I couldn't help the moans escaping my mouth. Tears welled up in my eyes when he spanked my ass suddenly, hard enough to startle me. He leaned over and in a low voice said,"Yea that's how I like to see you, squirming and moaning under me."

His hot breath in my ear gave me goosebumps, but I didn't back down.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, big boy. You still haven't convinced me."

At that, he growled, reaching a hand down to fondle my clit, the other leaving my hair to squeeze my hips to keep them in place as he fucked me violently. Everything felt so good. My mind was floating. My arms gave out and I fell to my elbows, knees shaking, hands gripping hard at the bedsheets. Okay, so he had some skill. In the few moments this was going on, I was turned into an almost sobbing, moaning mess.

"Ahh, Yongguk you're so….good!" I mewled.

"You love me fucking you, don't you?"

"Mmmm"

He started to remove his fingers from my clit, but I quickly grabbed at his wrist, keeping them there.

"Ahh, keep...going."

My legs were trembling, and I knew my orgasm was close. He kept pounding into me with no remorse, matching my moans with low moans of his own, gripping my hip so hard I swear it would bruise. Our moans grew louder, panting for air, his roommate's bed shaking like there was an earthquake happening. A familiar heat coiled somewhere deep inside me, and heat slowly surrounded the entire area until my orgasm finally hit, and I whimpered,'I'm coming!' The euphoria hit hard, and my eyes glazed over, legs turning into quivering bags of jelly. He kept thrusting into me, groaning at the way my walls clenched around him as I rode out my orgasm. I pried his hand away from my now oversensitive clit, and moaned weakly as he continued to fuck me reaching for his own. His breath grew more labored and harsh, and our hips rocked out of unison, getting faster before suddenly slowing down, slowly thrusting as he grunted, his orgasm hitting hard as well. I could feel the way his grip on my hips loosened, the way his cock pulsed inside me at the release of his cum. Even through the condom, I could feel the spurts hit my walls. He was a panting mess, hips slowing to a stop and he slipped out, letting me fall down on the bed. He let himself fall next to me and laughed at the look on my face. I watched him wipe at the sweat on his forehead, his bare chest rising up and down as his diaphragm expanded and constricted. I didn't even have enough strength left to chuckle back at him, focusing on catching my breath, ignoring my own cum seeping out from between my legs, slimy and gross. The cool air in the room felt way too cold against my sweaty, post-sex, naked body, so I cuddled up close to him.

"Was the AC always on?" I asked. 

"Nah, I don't remember turning it on."

"Hmm. Strange."

He let out a breathless laugh, leaning over to kiss me once more before getting up to discard the condom and all its contents. When I gathered enough energy to move, I slowly got off the bed and gathered my clothes, walking to the bathroom to shower. 

"You're gonna shower?"

"Yea, I can't just leave here all sweaty and gross. Plus you ruined my underwear so let me use some pj pants."

"Oops, my bad." He chuckled, not really meaning it. 

"Bitch, don't give me that, apologize for real."

He smiled and closed the distance between us, kissing me with a tenderness I was not prepared for. 

"I'm sorry. Forgive me?" He said, guiding a sweaty strand of hair behind my ear.

I just looked up at him in shock, feeling more violated with that tender kiss than with what happened in the other room.

"Y-yea….okay."

He left the bathroom with a cocky smile, leaving me to wonder what kinds of built up feelings were behind that inappropriate display of affection. Suddenly I heard an unfamiliar voice coming from outside the door.

"Dude, really? I can't believe you've disrespected my room like this!!"

"Bro, cut me some slack."

"No, this is MY sacred space!"

"Well, it was definitely desecrated. OUCH!"

Guess the roommate came back home. Whoops. I laughed to myself and turned on the shower. Maybe if I walked out naked he would forgive us. 

-END-

A/n: hope y'all enjoyed it!

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I have two types of writing:

It’s either

Her hair was blowing in the wind, locks of arbourn hair, dancing around like fire would on a log. Her eyes were a shade of grey, that smoke would be jealous of. Her body was as addicting as nicotine and, man, am I a heavy smoker for that woman.

Or

Dayum boi, he T H I C C

There’s just no in between

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Just some Kylo and Hux twitter text posts :,)

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Me:“okay I need to be early in bed today. Just one last chapter.”

Me:“is this the sun?”

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hope your pets stay healthy in 2017

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Lol....

My shit for sure is gonna get flagged. Pffft.

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A Beginning to the End

Chapter Info:

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic violence/some gore

Language: English

Fandom(s): BTS/GOT7/EXO

Category: Gen

Word count: 7,329

Author’s notes: Hey ya’ll i’m back with another story! this time it isn’t sexual lololololololol i meant to write this for halloween, but i never finished it on time so here we are a month later! Anyway I hope you all enjoy it!

It was 1580. Korea was on the brink of a Japanese invasion, but was oblivious to this fact; ignoring all warnings including those of Yu Seong-Ryeong (유 성 령). Yu was a prominent scholar and a very determined man. Korea had declined weapons technology, so their military was considerably weakened compared to the other countries that were doing the most to enhance their respective military. Yu had been paying close attention to the conflict happening outside of Korea, making theories and ways to prevent any sort of outside conflict in their country. He feared Japan would eventually invade Korea, but said nothing without gathering enough evidence to back up his claims before he brought it to the Korean court. It wasn’t until he received a visit from an ancient witch that he was convinced Japan would come.

It was a dark night, quieter than most days. Yu was preparing for bed when there was a presence in the room. Frightened by the sudden intrusion, he called out to the woman standing in the corner, threatening her to leave before he took any action.

“Who are you? How dare you enter without permission!” he had said.

“I am an ancient witch. I’ve been around for a long time….and i’ve been watching you.”

He told her she was crazy and threatened her once again. When she only smiled, he asked what she wanted and she replied, “I know the future of your country. You think Japan will invade Korea. I’m here to tell you that your theories are true.”

Although startled, the witch seemed to bring no harm. This piqued his interest and he listened to what the witch had to say. She told him that Japan was indeed going to invade Korea in the near future, bringing death and agony with them, and that as it stood right now, Korea had no chance of stopping them. Yu paid close attention to what the witch had to say, listening intently and figuring out ways to prevent the invasion.

Meanwhile outside of Yu’s room, a slave was listening to their conversation. He was bringing Yu some water that he had requested when he heard the commotion in the room. Before he entered, he felt the need to stick around instead of calling the guards at the front of the house. After the witch had disappeared without a trace, the slave seriously considered any options he had to help his family- a wife and a 5 year old son.

In the years to come, Yu became Prime Minister of Korea and one of Admiral Yi’s strongest advocates; strengthening and reorganizing their military, arguing for stronger castles, different military tactics, and improving things like armour. He believed that all men, regardless of social status should be conscripted. However, his proposals were dismissed and the Korean court remained blissfully ignorant. Advisors of the court opposed these ideas of his, saying that Japan was in no position to attack Korea.

Meanwhile, the slave that believed everything Yu was saying mapped out a plan to get him and his family out of the country. He managed to convince his wife that they needed to leave to avoid the war and escaped to England, where they tried to start a new life.

Two years later, the family was met with tragedy. They had been caught up in the Anglo-Spanish war that broke out in 1587, both parents being killed in all the commotion. The young boy, now aged 11, hid on one of the boats at the pier. He escaped as a stowaway on the ship, which so happened to carry the 115 men, women and children that would make up “The Lost Colony”. This group of people were the Roanoke Colony. They were the first to attempt an English settlement on Roanoke Island (Today’s Dane County, NC). The voyage was difficult and the people faced many hardships getting to the newfoundland. When they arrived, they found the boy and blamed him for all the difficulties, saying he was cursed. They had locked him up and starved him, leaving him to rot. Bad blood had arose between the local Coatan natives and the Roanoke Colony, leading to the natives slaughtering most of the English people. While searching for goods and things they could steal, one of the natives found the boy locked up in a cage a ways away from the fort. He saw that the boy looked different from the rest of the English people, and took him back to his tribe. The Chief’s wife took great interest in the young boy, deciding to take him under her wing, convincing the Croatan Chief to allow her to keep him.  Since he was a young boy, he was able to learn the language of the natives with the help of his adopted mother. They came to learn his name was Jimin, and they raised him. One night, while Jimin was sleeping peacefully next to his brothers, The same ancient witch that had appeared in front of Yu, had appeared in front of Jimin. She cast a spell that kept the rest of the tribe asleep while she spoke with Jimin.

“I have foreseen your future. You will become a strong, powerful man that will be feared by many. Your descendants will be great, and you will play an important role in the future of your tribe.” The witch had said.

Young Jimin was not afraid of this witch, because he believed her. He felt no ill intentions from her, so he sat and listened intently to what she had to say.

“I will be strong?” Jimin asked.

“Very.”

“How?” he asked.

“You see, I have been around for too long. My time is coming to an end, and I must pass down the power that was given to me.”

“So, you will give it to me?” Jimin said, a bit excited.

“Yes, indeed. I have travelled the world looking for suitable characters, but I could not find anyone who would be fit to hold this power. Then you came to me in a dream.”

Jimin laughed. “You were dreaming about me? What a weird lady.”

The witch smiled down at the precious boy. “Well, I am an ancient being.”

“So, how am I supposed to get this power?” Jimin asked.

“There is a ritual that I must perform. You will receive the mark of the witch and when I pass, you will inherit the power. It will be dormant until you need to use it. You must learn the ways of magic and make the decision on how you will use it.” the witch explained.

“I can use it however I want?”

“Yes. you can use it for good or for evil. It all comes down to you. But with this power, you will have to face hardships. There is much responsibility that comes with this power. If you forget yourself, you may find yourself losing control. ”

Jimin nodded, understanding what that meant. The witch came over to him and reached out her hand. He took it and she started whispering a chant in a language Jimin could not recognize.

Suddenly, all senses were cut off. Jimin could not hear, could not see, could not smell anything, and his mouth ran dry. The only thing he could sense was the witch’s hand holding onto his. He became scared and held on tighter to the hand, bringing the other to grasp onto it as well, not wanting to let go. He felt a surge of something through through his body, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. Soon after, he felt sleepy and he slowly started to regain his senses. The and that was holding onto him had been moved away, and he felt himself falling…

He faintly heard the witch say, “Remember: you now have a major responsibility. Don’t forget who you are.” As he slipped into unconsciousness.

When Jimin came to, he took in his surroundings. His brothers had already woken up, no one was in the tent except him. He remembered everything that had happened the night before, wondering if he had just dreamt it all up. He went to go put on his shoes, but when he reached for them, he noticed something on the front of his wrist; it was a strange symbol that looked drawn on. He tried scrubbing it off, but it seemed too attached to his skin, and nothing changed even after he scratched at it. Was this the mark of the witch? So what happened last night had been real?

Jimin remembered what the witch had said, and with that, finished placing his shoes on his feet and walked outside.

…

The witch had been right about Jimin; he had become a very powerful man. As the Croatan tribe raised him, he learned their way of living. He was one of the strongest warriors in the tribe, which the chief was proud of. No one doubted him since he had been with him since he was a child, and had not given anyone a reason to doubt him. Jimin won the hearts of many, and they all trusted him with their lives. It wasn’t until he found himself standing between a very angry wild cougar and a young boy from the tribe that his powers awakened. Jimin had taken a few boys from the tribe out to teach them how to hunt. Along the way, one of the boys had strayed from the path and gotten himself injured on a slippery rock by the creek. Seeing as this boy was defenseless, a cougar decided he would make a good snack. If Jimin had not gotten there in time, the boy would be ripped to shreds. He felt a strong urge to protect the boy, so he stood in between the cougar and the boy, ready to attack with whatever he could, even if it was only long enough for the boy to make a swift escape. Suddenly the mark on his wrist that hadn’t done anything for over a decade was glowing. He didn’t have time to react to it as the cougar lunged out at him, claws ready to rip through his skin, fangs glaring at him. He put his hands out if front of him to block the cougar, telling the young boy to run. But the boy was too scared, and was frozen in his place. Jimin somehow managed to grab the cougar’s paws, binding them together and tossing the cougar’s body aside. The cougar growled as he fell to the floor, trying to get up and attack, but was unable to because of the magic binding that held his limbs together. Jimin looked at the binding in confusion, wondering where that came from. He briefly looked at his wrist before turning to lift the boy in his arms and running towards the other group of boys, where he told them to turn back to the village in case there were more cougars in the area. After making sure all the boys were safely within the walls of the village, he made sure they were all alright.  The boy that had slipped on the rock had only scraped his ankle, the injury looking worse than it actually was. Jimin wiped the blood from the boy’s ankle and gently wrapped it in cloth.

“Don’t worry about today, okay? Next time stay with the group so that we don’t accidentally lose you.” Jimin said.

The boy nodded and looked down, feeling sorry about the trouble he caused.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“Don’t apologize. I’m just glad you’re alive right now, and i’m sure your mom is too.”

The boy smiled softly and then reached for Jimin’s wrist, pulling it closer to get a good look at the symbol that was no longer glowing.

“What is this?”

Jimin looked at the symbol on his wrist, knowing exactly what it was.

“I didn’t think this was actually real.” he said.

“What?”

Jimin smiled at the boy.

“I guess i’m gonna be a powerful man.”

The boy smiled at him and said, “Then I guess i’ll be powerful too if you teach me how to hunt better!”

Jimin ruffled the boy’s hair with a grin.

“That’s right. So make sure you pay attention to everything I say, and follow directions.”

And with that, the boy went off to play with his friends.

Jimin looked down at his wrist once more, knowing the witch’s power had awakened. Now all he needed to do was learn how to use his newfound power.

…

In the next few months, Jimin was obsessed with learning how to wield his power. He had no one to teach him, but something was telling him how to make witchcraft from the inside. It was like he had someone else’s conscience living inside his head whispering commands and giving him symbols to make. By the end of the year, Jimin had learned many new things about his power, and the native tribe he belonged to were a bit wary of him since he was using witchcraft. The Croatan Chief reassured them, saying the shaman of the tribe saw great power in Jimin, and that he was going to protect the tribe. This was true for the next few years. He aided the natives in anything they needed, helping crops grow, helping with healing the seniors, and even became a powerful weapon against the English settlement that was trying to conquer more land. Jimin even married a native woman. They had two sons, fraternal twins. One was named Jinyoung- who inherited some of the witch power, and the other was named Kai- who did not. Jimin became an important figure amongst the tribe, his sons adored by many. Though Jongin did not inherit some of the power, he was not put aside or treated differently. Kai was very determined and was stronger than Jinyoung physically. Kai had a different type of power: the power of determination. He never gave up and always found the solution to his and others problems. Even though he was a young boy, at only 8 years old, he was acknowledged as one of the smartest in the tribe after his father. Jimin was very proud of his sons, and loved them more than anything in the world. They got along well with the other kids of the tribe so surprisingly, there was no jealousy towards them, since they all understood Jinyoung and Kai came from Jimin. Maybe it was also because everyone knew how powerful Jimin was, and never dared to start up problems with his family. After the Jamestown establishment was permanently officiated, the englishmen were getting greedy and wanted to conquer more land. The Roanoke colony had tried to do the same in previous years, but they were stopped by someone or something, because they disappeared without a trace. The Croatan tribe had nothing to do with it, or as far as the Chief and Jimin knew. But apparently they had left a message on one of the posts and a tree around their fort: “CROATOAN”. This led the Englishmen who came back with more people about a year later to believe that the Croatan tribe had been the cause of their disappearance. The truth was, no one knew where the Roanoke colony had wandered off to. No one knew their whereabouts, and they were never seen again.

This event, however, would come back to haunt the Croatan tribe, as some of the Englishmen in the Jamestown settlement truly believed the Croatan slaughtered their friends. The settlement had decided to use force instead of civil talk, and sacked and burned villages. They had guns and firepower, which easily overpowered the native tribes surrounding them. They did not seem to care which native tribe village they burned. If a native village was in the way of their colonization, they burned it to the ground. There was a very powerful tribe called the Powhatan tribe. They were merging with other tribes in order to become a stronger force that would take down the English. When a messenger from the Powhatan tribe came to the Croatan Chief, he was sent away in a hurry. The Chief did not like the idea of merging one bit. He said it was a disrespectful gesture and that the Croatan tribe could take care of themselves. The advisors all agreed, saying that the Powhatan tribe only wanted to merge with them to become a bigger force, using the settlement as an excuse to convince the other surrounding native tribes. Jimin knew what it meant to deny any chief from any tribe a request. Most of the chiefs thought it to be disrespectful to not even respond by sending another messenger. Jimin had heard of the Powhatan Chief; he had heard that he was a ruthless man who hungered for more power than he could handle. He convinced most people by manipulating them to do his will. He had much respect as well. If anyone had asked about Chief Powhatan, they would all say that he was a great leader. He made sure to give back the wealth of conquered lands, even though he could have kept it all to himself. In short, Chief Powhatan would always distribute the wealth from a new acquired village to his followers, making him a more respectable man with great leadership skills. He had heard the horror stories about this man as well, about how he wouldn’t even hesitate to kill if it was within his plans to do so, and that his killing methods were painfully unnecessary and slow. They say that he would use unorthodox means such as disembowelment, ripping bodies apart with ropes, tying people up and burning them alive, and even going as far as cutting up flesh by mincing it while the person was still alive. It was said that he enjoyed killing people, and that there was nothing anyone could do about it. Instead of telling him to stop, the Chief convinced those against his methods to participate in them. Probably the most disturbing story Jimin had heard about this Chief was that at some point, when he was taking over a certain area of land, he manipulated the village that refused to merge with his tribe to kill the Chief of their tribe, cut up his limbs, scalp him, and stick the pieces of his body on large posts as a warning to other villages by just talking to them from the seat of his horse. The entire time, the Chief was watching with a sinister smile on his face as the scene played out before him, exactly as he wanted it to. He did everything he could to gain more power and respect among the surrounding native tribes, letting his reputation become more and more known. These may have just been that- horror stories, but Jimin was not about to sit around and find out. Jimin felt something terrible was on its way. He knew the Powhatan probably had something up their sleeve and would not back down easily, so he began to prepare.

He gathered all the warriors of the Croatan tribe and said, “In about a week, the Powhatan tribe will attack. They are all under the rule of the Powhatan Chief, and he is a ruthless man. Gather your wives and children and tell them to move out of the area. In case they bring a force we cannot hold back, we must prepare for the worst.” Jimin said.

With his arms crossed, a man said,”What, are you telling us to leave this place? This has been and will be our land for a long time!”

Another man raised his voice as well.

“YEA! You dare take us for weaklings? We will defend this tribe to the death!”

Jimin shook his head.

“Of course not. I believe we have more than enough manpower to handle a few other men attacking us. I have faith that you all will protect your loved ones till the end. I am just saying that if we are overtaken or if friends have become foes, local tribes might attack us as well….we don’t know which tribe has merged with the Powhatan tribe, so it is up to us to stand our ground. I just want to make sure that our next generation makes it out of here alive.” Jimin said.

The men couldn’t complain with that. Jimin laid out the plan to them, explaining every single detail and back up plans in case one fell through. Even with his witchcraft, he didn’t know how much of the village he could protect. In the next few days, Jimin worked with the warriors of the tribe to send the women and children to a different area, and kept them hidden in a barrier. He cast a spell that protected each of them, as long as they stayed within the barrier. If they were to leave said barrier, they would be exposed to the dangers of the Powhatan tribe’s attack.

The attack came just as Jimin had predicted. But they came earlier than expected. It was around noon, when suddenly shouts declaring attack were heard. Jimin called out to all the men who were going to fight to prepare themselves. Jimin walked out of the village boundaries to see if he could stop this fight and settle it peacefully.

“Where is your Chief?!” he yelled out.

“He does not wish to speak with your tribe. You have reached the point of no return. There will only be blood now.” The leader of the warriors said.

“Pease, there need not be bloodshed. We can handle this peacefully.” Jimin said.

“Ahahahaha you think Chief Powhatan cares for peaceful encounters with the enemy?! In what world?!”

Jimin knew it was too late to change their minds. He knew it was useless to try and stop them; all the attackers looked bloodthirsty. He was just stalling so that any last group of women and children could escape.

“Then i’ll give you one last warning to turn back. If you don’t, you’ll all die.” Jimin said.

The warriors grinned at him and some chuckled, furrowing their brows as they prepared to attack. Jimin turned slightly behind him, nodding his head as a signal to the men behind him, telling them to get into their places. The Powhatan warriors started running for him, arrows already in the air. Jimin closed his eyes, took a deep breath in and relaxed before furrowing his eyebrows and whispering a chant as he formed invisible symbols with his fingers. When he opened his eyes, they glowed the same color as the symbol on his arm, circular magic forming at his fingers. At this, some of the men’s eyes widened, not expecting Jimin to be a witch. Before any of them could reach him, Jimin lunged forward quickly and with the circular “blades”, cut into their flesh, avoiding the line of arrows meant to hit him. He was fast and agile, wasting no time to let anyone else react. The man who was commanding them from afar, sent more men in, also telling the archers to launch their arrows. Jimin was on a roll now, lunging from person to person, slicing easily through their necks, abdomens, chest, etc. At some point, a man ran towards him and managed to almost strike, Jimin ducking and slicing at his ankles aiming for the achilles tendon, immediately immobilizing the man. Jimin was quick enough to dodge the arrows, using the “blades” as shields when he couldn’t. Back at the village, the Croatan men could hear the yelps and grunts and screams of the Powhatan men, a little unnerved at the fact that Jimin was taking them all on. They didn’t know exactly what was going on, but they were all prepared to fight anyone that got past him. Suddenly they heard yells from behind them, realizing more Powhatan men had snuck around the village and come through the back. The men grabbed their daggers, tomahawks and spears and charged, using their strength and combat techniques to slice at vital areas on the Powhatan’s bodies.

A little ways away, Jimin’s two sons- Jinyoung and Kai- were running back to the village. They had heard about what was going to happen back at the village and snuck away from their mother and the barrier to go help their dad. At first, Jinyoung told Kai to stay back, since he didn’t have any witch powers, but Kai was adamant about going with him, saying they could set up traps together. Jinyoung agreed and they left for the village. Once they got close enough to hear the yelling, they stopped and hid in a bush to scope out the area.

They saw men battling with each other, stabbing one another, beating on each other, killing with their bare hands, bloodied bodies splattered everywhere. The boys had never seen so much bloodshed before, eyes widening at the scene before them.

“Where do you think dad is?” Jinyoung said.

“I’m sure he’s at the front of it all. You know how he is.” Kai said.

“How do we get past all these guys?” Jinyoung asked.

“We can sneak in through the side there.” Kai said, pointing at an opening at the side of one of the structures.

Jinyoung nodded and they both ran towards the opening. When they got inside, they were pleasantly surprised to have run into the weapons tent, smiling at each other before grabbing the most convenient weapon for themselves. Kai chose a tomahawk while Jinyoung picked up two daggers.

“C’mon, let’s kill these bastards.” Jinyoung said.

Kai nodded, and they both ran out of the tent to attack the first person in sight. They were actually very skilled. Though they were young, Jimin had taught them well, so they could hold their own. Jinyoung did not hesitate as he sliced through the attackers, Kai in complete murder mode, throwing his tomahawk at the heads of the enemy, focusing on killing as many men as possible.

“Kai! Jinyoung!” a man from their tribe called out,”what are you both doing here! Go back to the barrier!”

“No way! We came to help dad!” Kai said.

“We have to help fight!” Jinyoung said.

“I thought you were both supposed to be protecting the others back at the barrier!” the man said.

Jinyoung and Kai looked at each other, remembering their dad saying something like that. Jimin had told them to help protect the others, but since they were more focused on helping their dad on the battlefield, they forgot all about it. In the short moments that they were thinking about what the man had said, they were distracted and didn’t see an enemy warrior coming their way.

“WATCH OUT!” he yelled.

But it was too late. The warrior threw his knife and it wedged itself in Kai’s arm, blood gushing from his wound as the man pulled it out to bring it back down again to stab the boy in the chest. Kai let out a scream, tears welling up at the sudden pain he felt that shot up his spine. It took a few moments for him to grasp the situation. Noticing the blood dribbling down his arm, he grasped at it, trying to keep himself from bleeding out, shock slowly setting in. Before the man could stab him in the chest though, Jinyoung yelled something out and in an instant, the man stopped. Jinyoung came closer, holding his hand out as if reeling the man in with his finger. It seemed that he had chanted some sort of binding spell, the enemy warrior falling to his knees, unable to move. He grunted as he tried to get out of it, but it was futile. Jinyoung got closer and brought one of his daggers up to the man’s neck as he slit a thin line across it, watching the blood ooze out, the man squirming in place, eyes wide with fear, choking on his own blood. When he fell to the floor, Jinyoung removed the binding spell, bending down to take care of Kai.

“Kai are you okay?!” he said.

Kai just grinded his teeth, letting out groans of pain, holding onto his arm. The cut was deep. Almost the entire knife had been stabbed through. There was so much blood, Jinyoung didn’t know what to do.

“Kai, can you get up!? Kai we need to move from here, hurry!” Jinyoung urged.

The man from their tribe saw all this happen, but was too late to help them as he was fighting other men.

“You kids need to get out of here! Hurry! Go!” he said.

“But!-” Jinyoung started but was cut off.

“Quickly!! Just get the hell out of here! I shall take care of these bastards.”

Jinyoung lifted Kai, and they ran off to find somewhere safe to be. Kai was able to run as well, but was in immense pain, especially since he was so young.

Meanwhile, at the front of the village, Jimin was slaughtering the Powhatan tribe. He felt an uncomfortable tang rush up his arm, but paid little attention to it, focusing on the men in front of him. No one who was attacking the front were able to pass through to the village. Not a single person was able to get through Jimin. He was handling all of the men alone. The commander was frowning, knowing that if this continued, they would get nowhere. Jimin was a powerful witch, and it was almost impossible to bring him down. He didn't even look a bit tired, none of his clothes even had a single drop of blood even though there were dismantled bodies everywhere, the color red staining the green of the grass around them.

“When will you end this pointless fighting, commander?” Jimin called out, tauntingly.

“It seems your men are too weak to handle me. Are they all cattle? They seem to love rubbing their faces in the grass.”

The commander snarled, rage bubbling up from within him.

“Shut your filthy mouth, you worthless pig! You have yet to witness to full force of the Powhatan tribe!” he said.

“Ah, yes! Please send me your strongest cows! I’ll make sure to milk them dry! If they’re good, I might even pay a hefty coin for them!” Jimin grinned.

At that, the men charged once again, Jimin removing their limbs with ease. Suddenly, two men came over to the commander, holding two children in their arms. One was bound up by the arms, his mouth tied with a cloth. The other was unconscious, his arm dripping large amounts of blood.

“Who are these boys?” the commander asked.

“They claim to be the sons of the powerful witch you are going up against.” one of the men said.

The commander smiled a sinister smile, an idea popping up in his head. He grabbed the unconscious boy by the hair and dragged him out, right where Jimin could see him.

“How about a counter offer, you swine! How much for this flea?” he said, lifting Kai up with one hand.

Jimin’s eyes widened as soon as they fell on his son. Kai looked beaten up, an alarming amount of blood staining his arm.

“What have you done to him!” He called out, angry.

“Oh, so you do know this insect then! Hahaha! Well then, I guess the price is a bit large, is it not?” the commander said.

“Let him go this instant or I swear I will KILL YOU ALL!” Jimin said, crushing the bodies of 6 men, all at once, without touching them. The men yelped in pain as their bones folded with a crunch, their bodies hitting the floor with a thud, their eyes darkening as the life left their bodies.

“Oh, why the sudden anger? Is this insect..perhaps….your son?” the commander grinned.

Jimin scowled at him, getting closer to him.

“Ah ah ah….stay right where you are, or I rip the head off of him.”

Jimin didn’t move, worrying for his son’s safety.

“Give yourself up, and we’ll let the boys go.”

Jimin’s eyes widened again. “Boys?”

The commander nodded behind him, and the other man brought out a squirming Jinyoung, tied up, unable to speak. Jimin glared at the commander, his eyes glistening a darker shade, his fists whipping up more witchcraft as they trembled with rage.

“Well would you look at that. A swine is reunited with his vermin sons! How disgusting.”

“I promise you commander, if you do anything more to them, you will regret the day you were born.” Jimin said, gritting his teeth.

“Let us not be too hasty. All you have to do is tell us where the rest of the village is. My men have already attacked from behind, and we know only the fighters remain. Where are they all hiding?” the commander asked.

“I’ll never tell you.” Jimin said.

The commander pulled out his knife, reaching over to Jinyoung and cutting down the side of his cheek, the boy wailing behind his binds.

“Stop this instant!” Jimin yelled.

“All you have to do is say their location. Then I promise to give the boys back to you.” the commander said, holding a hand over his heart.

Kai slowly opened his eyes, pain shooting through his body, realizing he was still hanging in the air. “Ahhhh!” he screamed.

“Kai!” Jimin yelled, worry evident in his tone.

“Ah, good morning flea.” the commander said. “Let’s see how much of a flea you are.”

He threw him hard down onto the ground, Kai curling up in pain on the grass.

“Jinyoung was squirming and kicking, trying to get away to help Kai. He was so frustrated and angry that even though he had his witch powers, he could not lift a finger to help his brother.

Jimin was boiling with anger. He knew that if he didn’t say anything to the commander about the rest of the village’s whereabouts, his sons would pay the price. He assessed the situation further, and was silently planning an opening to grab his sons.

“AHAHA! Look! His head is also in the grass! Look at him curl up on the floor like a worm!” the commander said, laughing at Kai writhing in pain on the ground.

“Dad!” Kai managed to yell out.

When the commander kicked him on the side, Kai let out a desperate scream, Jimin feeling the pain in his ribs. At this, Jimin’s eyes narrowed, biting the inside of his cheek to hide his worry. Immediately he lifted his arm and let out a chant, the symbol on his wrist glowing brighter, a soft mist forming around the bodies of the men around him. The warriors were confused, looking down as the mist slowly climbed up their bodies. The commander was too preoccupied laughing at Kai, that he didn’t notice Jimin inching closer, the mist spreading around the area.

“Wait, what is he doing?” one of the warriors said.

At this, the commander looked up, finally noticing the mist around his men’s bodies, including his own. Before he could say anything, Jimin’s glowing eyes darkened, finishing the chant. The mist around the men turned heavy, the men’s skin sizzling. They all yelped and grunted, rubbing at their bodies, some grasping their face as their eyes burned with pain. Their skin turned red, opening in various places, blood oozing out. It was as if acid were cutting through their bodies, unbelievable pain forming at the affected areas. The commander was quick to act, ignoring his pain, getting on a horse and leaving the area. Jimin grabbed his sons, who were not affected by the mist since he put a barrier around them right before he cast the spell.

“Kai! Kai, can you hear me?! Jinyoung! Come here!” Jimin said, ripping off Jinyoung’s binds, telling him to hold onto his back as he lifted Kai in his arms, and ran off towards the village.

“Dad-” Kai said, weeping in pain and relief as he felt finally safe.

“It’s okay, Kai. I have you now. Don’t worry, son.”

Jimin made it back to the village, telling the men to keep an eye out for anyone who tries to enter the front. He noticed that  others were fighting some who had come through the back, and ignored the dead bodies of his comrades laying around as he carried his sons to a random tent, hidden away enough from the main conflict outside. Jimin put both of them down, telling Jinyoung to help him wrap Kai’s wounds. Jinyoung obeyed, and Jimin chanted something, Kai’s rapid breathing immediately subsiding, taking a more peaceful tempo.

“What just happened, dad?” Jinyoung asked, voice wobbling in worry.

Jimin smiled with reassurance.

“I just took away his pain, so he doesn’t go mad.”

Jinyoung placed his forehead to his brother’s, a common gesture that happened when expressing worry for one another in their tribe. Jimin smiled at his sons and finished tending to Kai’s wounds, then wiping away at the blood on Jinyoung’s cheek.

“Dad, don’t worry about me, i’m f-”

“Resisting me is futile,” Jimin interjected,”I love you way too much to ignore this cheek.”

Jinyoung softly smiled, appreciating that his dad showed concern even when Kai was way worse off than he was.

Suddenly there were loud noises outside, men yelling warnings. Jimin knew the men had been overwhelmed by a rush of powhatan men, or other nearby tribes that had merged. He told his sons to stay in the tent, and to not make a single sound until he came back to get them. Jimin placed a barrier around them, hoping this time that they would stay inside it.

“Dad, i’ll protect Kai, I promise.” Jinyoung said.

Jimin smiled down at him, and rushed outside to help the men outside.

For what felt like forever, Jinyoung was standing ready to attack anyone who dared enter the barrier, trying to attack. He was listening intently to the noises outside, the screams of the men who were dying on both sides, the sound of something travelling through the wind letting him know that his dad was giving it his all. Jinyoung was almost afraid of what his dad could do, but couldn’t help but be curious at what was possible for himself to achieve. Just then, a figure walked around the tent they were in, Jinyoung ready for it. The figure circled a few times then stood still, looking directly at him through the tent. Jinyoung couldn’t see who it was, but he could feel the malicious intent. Without a sound, the figure walked straight through the barrier, not being at all affected, scaring the living hell out of him. Who was this person? Jinyoung backed up, already conjuring up an attack as the figure passed right through the walls of the tent like a ghost. The figure was a man, dressed in dark clothing, a cloth covering the bottom half of his face, His dark eyes sending shivers up Jinyoung’s spine.

“Who are you!? What do you want!?” Jinyoung said as he attacked.

The attack was blocked by whatever the man had in his hand, a relic of somesort. The man said nothing and instead inched forward slowly, looking directly into Jinyoung’s eyes, sending another shiver up his spine. He then looked towards Kai, who was out cold on the floor.

“No!” Jinyoung said as he made another attack, this time aiming for the man’s head.

The man blocked the attack, but Jinyoung lifted a nearby rock that was probably used as a hammer in the tent, and chucked it directly at the man’s head, masking it first by an attack to his face with dirt as a smoke screen. The rock hit, making the man grunt and turn back to Jinyoung. He walked over slowly, avoided all his attacks, and grabbed harshly at Jinyoung’s neck. Jinyoung grasped hard at the man’s wrist, struggling to breathe as the man tightened his grip.

“Ack! Let….me...go!”

The man continued to stay silent as he now raised Jinyoung off the ground by his neck as if he were as light as a feather. Jinyoung scratched at the man’s hand, kicking and squirming, tears forming at his eyes. He coughed a few times, desperately trying to suck in some air, but to no avail. He started feeling dizzy and white spots were clouding his vision. The tightness in his chest hurt like a bitch and in those few moments, Jinyoung was hoping his dad would feel the danger he was in. With one last kick, Jinyoung’s eyes closed. The man waited for his limbs to stop moving before he let him fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes. He then walked over to Kai, lifting the boy from the ground and hanging him over his shoulder.

Meanwhile on the battlefield, Jimin was attacking at full force with the warriors of his tribe, striking down any enemy he saw. He was focused on taking them out quickly, so that he could go check on the rest of his village. Suddenly he felt a tightness in his chest, and a gut wrenching feeling, making him turn back to look at the direction of the tent his sons were in. He yelled out to one of the warriors from his tribe, saying he had important matters to attend to, giving him orders to stand their ground. The warrior nodded, relaying the message. Jimin then ran full speed towards the tent, a bit relieved to see the barrier was still up, but noticing it had been tampered with. He rushed in and his heart dropped at seeing Jinyoung on the floor, red marks already forming around his neck, Kai nowhere to be seen. He rushed over to Jinyoung, cradling him in his arms, worry evident on his face.

“Jinyoung….?!” Jimin said, listening for life out of his son.

Jinyoung’s breath was weak, but he was still alive. Jimin could not believe this. Who had come into their tent? Who could have passed the powerful barrier he had set up? Where was Kai? All these questions flooded his head as he was coming up with a plan for how to proceed, so he didn’t realize Jinyoung slowly squirming in his arms.

“Nnn...d-dad….” Jinyoung said weakly.

At that, Jimin stopped all thinking, his focus turning to his son.

“Jinyoung, my boy, are you okay? What happened? Can you hear me?”

Jinyoung’s breathing picked up,  suddenly squirming and grasping at his dad’s shirt.

“Jinyoung! It’s fine! I’m here! Shh.” Jimin said trying, to calm him down.

“H-he took…..” Jinyoung said, coughing as he spoke.

“Hey, calm down, breathe, boy.”

Jinyoung took a breath, not letting go of his father’s shirt.

“That man…..he….Kai.”

“Who?! Who took him!?”

“I didn’t see….his face.”

“He did this to you?”

Jinyoung nodded. “He had a relic, and dark….clothing and a mask…”

“It’s okay, son. Rest now. Try not to speak so much if it hurts. I’m bringing you with me.” Jimin said, lifting Jinyoung onto his back, Jinyoung wrapping his hands around his father’s shoulders.

“We need to find Kai. As soon as possible.”

Jimin could only imagine the worst, but tried to keep calm for Jinyoung’s sake. If he couldn’t find Kai, and if the Powhatan men had taken him, who knows what they might do to him.

Jimin didn’t want to think about it, but he knew the possibility of Kai becoming the chief’s toy was very likely. Now he had more problems. He had to save the village. He had to save his family. He had to protect the warriors. He had to find Kai.

If he didn’t…..they would all be dead soon.

-To Be Continued-

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An AU in which Jimin is a powerful witch in the middle of the English colonization. He lives among the natives and becomes a powerful weapon. He must decide what he uses his powers for. His sons, Jinyoung and Kai follow in his footsteps, until they decide Jimin's way is not the fun way, and go rogue. Now Jimin must deal with his losses, and handle the tragedy spreading across the world with the seven years war, all while staying in control of his powers, and protecting the people he loves most.

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Lust, not Love [Ch. 3]

Chapter info:

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Smut, kinky, Mature Language- This shit is nasty ya’ll

Category: M/F

Fandom: Monsta X

Relationship: Wonho | Reader

Characters: Wonho

Previous Chapters: Ch.1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3

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“Okay I have it!’ he said waving it in the air like a lottery ticket.

“Great.” I said as he removed the towel and his shirt, throwing them off to the side as he hovered over me, placing a knee between my thighs, a hand on the top of the couch as leverage to kiss me. My hands ran up his bare back, hugging his shoulders. Then suddenly, he slid his arm under my back, using his strength  to lift me up from my position, sitting up and pulling me up to straddle him as he sat down normally on the couch.

“I want you to ride me.” He rasped, ripping open the condom packet.

“Mmm that, I can do.” I said, leaning down to nibble at his earlobe, bringing it into my mouth gently. He mumbled a curse as he slipped on the condom, adjusting it so that it couldn't slip off.

“Okay baby, ride me.” he said.

I left his ear to smile at him teasingly, licking my lips as I reached down to guide his cock into my entrance, wincing slightly at the way he stretched me out I moaned as I sunk down on his dick, tingling sensations running through me, all the way up my midsection. I closed my eyes as I began to move, using his shoulders as support. I bit my lip as I grinded down on him, loving the way his hardness rubbed my walls.

“Ahh.. yea.” I moaned.

He brought his hands to my ass, cupping the cheeks and squeezed them slightly.

“You look so beautiful grinding on my dick. Fuck, you feel so warm.” he sighed, closing his eyes and focused on my movements.

His words only pushed me further over the edge of all reason, leaving nothing but lustful desires. I grinded my hips down harder, fucking myself on him at a steady pace, my thighs screaming at me to stop moving after several minutes.

“Mmmm…..”

“You like the way my dick feels inside you?” Wonho asked.

I nodded, moaning in response.

“Tell me.” He ordered.

“Mm...Your dick feels so good inside me.” I keened.

I moaned louder as he thrust once upwards into me, going deeper. I was grinding up and down like there was no tomorrow, loving the friction, the squelching sounds of my slick, my breasts bouncing with every grind. He thrust up into me again harder this time pulling me down harshly by my hips, hitting my sweet spot, making me shiver in pleasure. My moans grew louder and faster as he continued to thrust up into me, making me lose the pace I had set for myself. After several minutes of this, he suddenly told me to stand, pushing me off of him.

“What are you-” I started, but was interrupted as he leaned down to kiss me, bringing us to the edge of the couch, parting our lips.

“Turn around.” he ordered.

I did as I was told, turning around and bending over, using the armrest of the couch to place my forearms.

“Spread those legs.” He said.

When I did, I could feel him smile as he said, “Good girl.”

He placed a hand on my hip, lining himself up with my entrance. As soon as he slipped in, he started thrusting into me, moving in and out of me. I moaned at the feeling, gripping the edge of the couch.

“You take my cock so well, baby. I bet you love me thrusting into you like this.” he huffed.

“Ahh...yea I do, it feels so….good.” I said in between pants and moans.

His other hand mirrored the hand on my waist, quickening his pace. He grabbed at my ass  and slapped it once, telling me to say his name. I was too lost in the moment of everything to think too much about what he had asked me, obeying every order he gave. The room was filled with slapping sounds of skin on skin as he slammed into me, not being gentle at all. I loved the pleasure from the pain, drowning myself in the pleasure. After several more minutes, he bent over me, bringing his hand down past my thighs to rub my clit from behind as he continued to thrust into me, with less strength. At this, I shivered, the feeling of both his fingers and his dick making me go insane.

“Does that feel good, Baby?” he asked.

“Ahhh.., yeah” I said with a whine.

He rubbed my clit in circles with his fingers and matched the pace with his thrusts, making me moan and chant his name. I reached one of my hands back to grasp at his forearm, letting him know that I was close. My arm that was holding me up was shaking under the weight of my body, doing it’s best to not completely give out under me.

“Yea, baby, you like that, huh? Fuck you feel so wet.” he panted.

“Mmm, yea, keep going, keep talking like that.” I begged.

“You feel so good like this, I love making you quiver under me. Fucking you like this feels so good.” he groaned out.

I felt a familiar tightness in the pit of my stomach, slowly growing and coiling, my breathing getting heavier and quicker until…

“Ahhh...I’m- I’m coming!” I cried out.

Warmth spread from my clit to deep within me, shuddering, my legs shivering in pleasure, my whine loud and drawn out, my whole body twitching.

“Fuck, yea baby. Mmmm.” he moaned as my walls clenched around him.

As I was riding the waves of my orgasm, he quickened his pace, making me cry out obscenities. He held me upright as my legs nearly gave out, tightening his grip on my hips to hold me in place. He took a few more minutes of angry thrusting into me to reach his orgasm, making me almost cry from the overstimulation. With the last erratic thrusts, he let out a moan that turned into a whine, shivering behind me, cum shooting out of his dick in spurts. Even though he was wearing a condom, I could feel the hot liquid hit my walls, his cock pulsing inside me.

I moaned with him, his thrusts getting slower until he stopped completely. I sighed when he pulled out of me, taking the condom to the bathroom, where he got rid of it. I let myself fall on the couch, a panting, tired and fucked out mess. I was sticky from the sweat and groaned at the fact that I had to shower again, noticing the jelly that had rolled down my thighs.

Wonho plopped down next to me, already wearing boxers as he threw the towel over my frame.

“You should probably go get cleaned up….again.” he laughed.

“Shut the fuck up, you horny beast.” I said, making him crack up even louder.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds, letting my heart rate come back to normal before I got up from the couch. As I walked by, he smacked my ass, earning a glare from me.

“Go clean yourself too, nasty bitch.” I said, walking to the restroom.

“Woah, next time tell me beforehand that you like name-calling. I’ll be happy to oblige.” he said with a wink.

I rolled my eyes as I closed the bathroom door.

‘There won’t be a next time.’ I thought.

“Hey your phone is getting a bunch of text messages! It’s from ‘BAE’.” Wonho said from the other side of the door.

“OOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhh!!” He said, imitating a child, “You’re in big troubleee!”

Before I could start to feel guilty for what I had just done, I tuned on the showerhead, letting the sound of the water hitting the floor and my body drown out my thoughts.

-End-

[wannabeartist-yuh]

Lust, not Love [Ch.2]

Previous chapters: Ch.1

Chapter info:

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Smut, kinky, Mature Language- This shit is nasty ya’ll

Category: M/F

Fandom: Monsta X

Relationship: Wonho | Reader

Characters: Wonho

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His lips pressed on mine, the warmth of his body activating my switch as he pressed closer to me. I slowly lifted my hands, snaking them around his neck. As the kiss got more and more heated, he lifted me onto the dryer, shoving aside the clothes he had placed there. He sat me on top of the dryer, spreading my legs to settle himself between them as he kissed me with even more passion. When I flicked my tongue over his bottom lip, he groaned softly.

“You’re such a tease.” He murmured.

I giggled and let him deepen the kiss. His hands ran up my damp thighs, the towel giving way for his fingers to roam the tops of them, giving a slight squeeze. I moved my fingers into his hair, tugging slightly at the roots to pull him away from my lips. As I regained my breath, he looked at me, heavy lidded eyes, lust evident. He pressed closer to me, his growing bulge evident behind his tight pants.

“That was quick.” I said, smiling at him.

“Doesn’t take much.” He said, his hand once again squeezing my thigh.

“Let me see it.” I said.

He removed his hands from my thighs and went to unbuckle his pants, my fingers loosening themselves from his hair so he could see what he was doing. As he shoved his pants down, they fell to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and pants and moved them to the side. I looked down at his now bigger bulge, smiling at him.

“I see you’re a bit excited.” I said.

He just nodded as I licked my lips, his eyes following the movement.

“Come here.” I cooed as I brought his chin up to kiss me again. The languid kiss had me slowly forgetting about my morals. I brought his bottom lip in between my teeth, and when he moaned softly, almost desperately, I lost all reason. As if moving on their own, one of my hands reached down his body to his hardened bulge, rubbing it slowly as his hands slid up my back, the towel that had tried it’s best to stay on my frame falling with a soft ‘thud’.

“Ah, fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He breathed, admiring my naked body, bringing his hands up to cup at my breasts. I removed my hand from his crotch and placed them behind me as he tilted me back for better access to chest, bringing a nipple into his mouth. I brought one of my legs behind his waist, forcing him closer to me, now pressing against my front. I moaned slightly at the tingling feeling between my legs, my clit begging for attention.

“I love your nipples.” he let out with a sigh, moving to the neglected one, the other hand kneading the now hardened nipple.

I let him play with my chest, biting my own lip as I watched him, getting more and more turned on as the play continued.

“My dick is getting so hard.” he growled.

“Then how about we take care of that?” I said, slowly pushing him away from me so that I could step off the dryer. He watched me as I turned us around, so his back was pressed against the dryer. I smirked at him as I slid down his body, getting on my knees.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he said, realising what it was I was about to do.

He placed his hands on the edge of the dryer for support as I slowly tugged down at the hem of his boxers, his member popping out of its confined space. I licked my lips at the sight. He was so hot and looked so delicious.

“So,” he asked,” you like it?” he said, smiling down at me.

“Mmm.” I responded.

Before he could say anything else, I brought a hand to the base of his dick, holding it in place as I licked a stripe up the underside of it. I felt his eyes on me as I started working his dick, licking at it, slowly massaging the base with one hand, my other hand holding him in place at the hips. I could feel his member harden, giving me the green light to bring the tip into my mouth. The slimy taste of his precum tingled on my tongue as I rolled it around in my mouth, bobbing my head. After a few seconds, I slowly took him out of my mouth, gently, gently scraping the skin with my teeth. The precum dripping from the tip glistened under the laundry light, stringing out as it lubricated my bottom lip. I licked over it, tasting it in my mouth.

“You look so beautiful sucking my dick like that.” He smirked, his voice thick with desire.

“Mmm, yea? You like what you see?” I whimpered, trying to tease him even more.

“Hell yeah.”

At that, I brought him into my mouth again,  this time pumping the base of his dick as I worked the tip with my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and every now and then gently massaging his balls.

“Yea, just like that, baby. Fuck that feels so good.” he moaned.

I moaned around his dick, loving the fact that he was enjoying himself. After a few moments of this, he brought his hand into my hair, pushing down on my head, quickening my pace, guiding my movements.

“Mmm, you like my cock in your mouth, huh, baby?” he husked.

I moaned in response. I hollowed out my cheeks and relaxed my jaw so he could fuck himself in it, removing my hands from his dick, placing one on his thigh, the other reaching down to slip in between my folds.

I focused on breathing through my nose and the feeling between my legs as he found a steady pace, fucking deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. Tears welled up at the sides of my eyes, but I swallowed around him as he moaned a curse word.

“Your mouth feels so good, y/n. I love how you take my dick in your mouth.”

By this point, my eyes were now half lidded, a few tears escaping my eyes, rolling down my cheeks, the slick between my legs surrounding my fingers. He slowed down, pulling out of my mouth, holding the base of it with the hand that was not tangled in my hair, leaving the tip at the front of my mouth slightly rubbing it over my tongue and lips. I took the opportunity to gasp, attempting to find my breath.

“You’re such a good girl, baby.” he cooed.

I just watched as he played with the tip of my mouth for a few seconds before he said,

“Your turn to come here.”

He guided my chin as I stood up, the blood rushing through my legs as they straightened out. I licked at my swollen lips, my jaw tired. He pressed his lips to mine once again, his tongue asking for permission to enter. I let him into my mouth as I tugged down the rest of his boxers, bringing our hips together so his hard on could rub against my teased clit. I moaned at the friction, and I felt him smile.

“A bit desperate are we?” he said as our lips parted.

“I want to feel you inside me.” I mewled, leaning up to lick at his lips.

“Yeah? Me too.” he groaned.

“You got a condom?” I asked, using the little reasoning I had left in between the two of us to put safety first.

“Yea.”

“Go get it.” I ordered.

He whined as I took a step away from him, watching as he hesitantly grabbed the towel to cover his exposed bottom half, headed towards the exit of the laundry room.

I walked out of the room with no cover, shivering slightly at the loss of warmth from the dryer and Wonho’s body, my cold, wet hair sending chills up my spine. He watched me walk over to the couch. I turned to look at him, smirking as I brought two fingers up to my mouth.

“Better hurry, I’m ready to be fucked.” I teased as I layed back onto the couch, slipping the fingers into my mouth, then down to my entrance, spreading my legs so that he could watch me play with myself. He bit his lip and hurried off to his room. In the meantime, I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of my fingers rubbing at my clit, moaning softly. As I teased myself more, I moaned louder so that Wonho could hear the fun he was missing out on.

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-Continued in pt.2-

IM SORRY I HAD TO CUT IT OFF HERE! I DIDNT HAVE ENOUGH SPACE FOR ALL OF IT RJRJRJRJRJRJRJRJ BUT KEEP READING! lol

You can find other chapters here:

Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch.3

[wannabeartist-yuh]

Lust, not Love [Ch. 1]

Chapter info:

Rating: Mature

Warnings: none

Category: M/F

Fandom: MonstaX

Relationship: Wonho | Reader

Characters: Wonho

Description: You have a boyfriend who loves you at home. Hes kind, caring, everything you would want. Wonho is a friend......that loves bending you over and showing you what he's made of. You love your boyfriend. But Wonho just makes you feel things that you can't explain.

Author's notes:

Ugh....my story is too long to fit in one post......🙄🙄🙄🙄 lolololol I had to break it. Anyway enjoy!!!!

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It was really hot today.

I mean, insanely hot. Summer is probably my least favorite season. The heat is way too much to handle sometimes. The scorching sun burning my and thousands of other white people’s faces. The sweat forming in between my boobs, the side of my temple, and my lower back made me feel sticky and nasty and gross. It was just bad. It didn’t help that i was sitting on a plastic chair, wearing shorts, sweat forming on my thighs, causing them to stick to the surface. I could feel everything and I was so done with it. I just wanted to go home and take a nice, cold shower, let the cool water run down my body, cooling every nook and cranny, relaxing my muscles-

“y/n, you heard what I said?” a male voice said, interrupting my thoughts.

“Uhh...what?” I said.

He laughed. “I said, do you want some ice cream?”

It was my male friend, Wonho. I was in the middle of practicing piano for my next class that would start in 10 minutes when he called asking if I wanted to ditch with him. Of course, I agreed. As much as I loved the piano class I was taking, it was a beginner’s class, so I was ahead of the game for the most part. Sometimes class could get boring, so ditching every so often wouldn’t hurt. He had picked me up in his car and taken me to a fast food place to eat some food.

“Oh, sure.” I said.

He got up and went over to the cashier to order us some ice cream. I thought I should pay, but he refused to take my money.  He told me he was planning to take us to the movies. There was this one film he had wanted to see, but no one else was willing to go with him.

While at the Food place, we talked about nothing in particular, just making friendly conversation, laughing at jokes, having an overall good time. He was a really funny guy, and it was nice too keep in in my company. I liked talking to him and hanging out with him. There was very few times when I wasn’t smiling in his presence.

“Here’s your ice cream, let’s head over to the theatre.” he said.

As I stood, pain shot up my thighs, making me regret getting up so quickly. The sound of my thighs ripping off the chair’s surface had me folding over in pain, rubbing at the back of my thighs in an attempt to lull the discomfort. Wonho was laughing at my ordeal.

“Ugh I hate everything about life.” I groaned.

“Hahaha, awe, poor baby. Want me to help you rub the pain away?” He said.

I straightened up, waving him off.

“No, thank you. I’ll live.” I said.

I started eating my ice cream as I walked over to his car, ignoring his chuckles.

As soon as we got to the theatre, he told me to buy the tickets while he found parking. The movie had just come out, so the lines were pretty long. There were so many people in the lobby, I didn’t know if we were going to be able to get a ticket before the movie started. It was supposed to play in 10 minutes. Just as I was about to get in line, a girl passed by, her hands full of movie snacks and drinks. She was carrying a large amount of them, looking like some sort of movie pack mule. I should have seen it coming, but of course, I didn’t. As she walked by me, she tripped over an invisible object, her body trying to regain balance but failing, her snacks fumbling towards the ground. She managed to catch most of them, save for some of the popcorn. She lost the drink, however, the cup landing on me right before hitting the floor, soaking my shorts and legs.

“Oh my goodness I’m so sorry!” she said frantically.

It took me a few moments to calm myself down and get over the audacity of the soda running down my bare legs.

I just watched as she immediately placed her snacks down on the floor, grabbing nearby napkins to try and undo this embarrassing occurrence.

“Um…can you, pass me those?” I said to her, pointing at clean napkins to try and clean myself up.

She did as she was told and apologized even more. Just as I was wiping the last of the soda off my legs, Wonho came over to where I was and said,”y/n what happened?”

When I told him, he chuckled a bit but helped with cleaning the area up, until one of the employees finally decided to assist the situation. I told the girl that everything was okay, to not worry and to enjoy her movie. After she walked away, I let out the biggest sigh.

“I see your shorts are kind of soaked…” Wonho trailed off.

I gave him a look. “Really? I didn’t notice.”

He laughed and offered we go back to his place, that I couldn’t finish the movie looking like this, that I would probably be uncomfortable. He said I could borrow some gym shorts or something so that I didn’t have to dirty my car and so that I could get home dry. After thinking it through, I agreed. I figured he had a point. He did live super close to this theatre and he was willing to help me get home dry. Plus I haven't even had the chance to buy the tickets yet.. So we ditched the movie, and he drove me over to his house. Once we were inside, he pointed me to the bathroom that was right next to the laundry.

“No one is home so don't worry about anyone walking in on you. There are clean towels in there. You could shower to be less sticky and i’ll put your change of clothes out here by the door, on the dryer.” he said.

I thought it was a good idea since the soda had dried sticky on my legs. I took the towel and went into the shower. I undressed and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a mess. My pretty pink shorts were all stained with coke, the ends of my shirt spattered with a bit of it, my hair a mess from the wind coming through the car windows. I sighed and took off the last of my under garments and got in the shower, letting the water cool my heated body.

Once I was done, I wrapped one of the towels over my body and came out of the shower, hair dripping wet. I wasn’t gonna wash my hair, but it was really hot, and I was already in the shower, so I figured why not. I opened the bathroom door, holding my dirty clothes in a  bundle.

“Hey, Wonho! Where did you say you put the clothes” I called out to him, not seeing the pile he had previously mentioned.

He walked over to where I was, giving me a once over in my towel before saying,”Um..they’re right here.”

I watched him as he walked over to the shelf on the wall, pulling out a nice folded pile of clothes.

“You said they were gonna be on the dryer!” I said.

He laughed. “I know...maybe putting them here was just an excuse to see you like this.”

At that, I just stared at him. His eyes met mine and we stood there, just thinking. Now that I took a closer look at him, he was kinda cute.

“You’re a brave one.” I said.

He smirked and walked over to me, placing the clothes right by me on the dryer, purposely coming into my personal space. “Here you go.”

I never took my eyes off of him.

“y/n, i’d like to let you know, you look absolutely ravishing in a towel.” he said in a low tone, making a suggestive face.

"Huh. Thanks. Bet you'd like me even more without it." I said. What was I saying? Flirting with Wonho? What?

I don’t know what it was….maybe the vulnerability of knowing that I was completely naked under this towel, that if I dropped it right here right now, I’d be on full display. Maybe it was the fact that I was ditching class to be at a guy’s house...alone. Maybe it was his handsome face, and the way he always made me laugh, his smile, the way he looked at me…

Maybe it was the thought of getting caught in a compromising position by one of the people living in his house, or maybe it was the hand that had snaked around my waist while I was lost in my thoughts, but for some reason, despite knowing I had someone else waiting for me at home, despite knowing what I was about to do was wrong, despite knowing that I loved said person waiting for me at home, I invited the lust that was rising from within me.

No words were said, but neither of us had to say anything. Actions were all that was left.

-To be continued-

Ch. 1 | Ch.2 

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