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I'm so sorry, to all my loves! I am actually preparing some stuffs to be uploaded before Christmas but:

one: I have been pulled to get ready some stuff because by Monday morning, we'll be off to our province for the Christmas.

two: Unfortunately, during the preparation of doing my story and vacation— my body is once again, sick. My body is weak during this time of season due to weather changes and now— it's my third time getting a cold. 😭

I'm so sorry to all my loves! I will be back by after Christmas. I truly am sorry 🥺😭

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i'm sorry to hear about your course results :( we'll all be here cheering you on until you return. please take care of yourself and remember that frequent breaks and rest is just as productive as studying. sending you good luck and energy !!

Oh my loves! Thank you so much! I feel little bit emotional from what happen and this boost my energy to move on and be stronger 🥺🤍 Don't worry, I have been resting and eating good these past days.

I hope you are all eating and sleeping well too. Thank you again, my loves! 🤍

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I'm back, my loves! I'm just doing this for a distraction but let's go!

Inbox is open, my loves anything you request, ask or anything. I'm glad to answer them.

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it still feels a little heavy but i have accepted it. I found solutions and prayed a lot that I'll make it to my graduation.

"Just have faith in yourself."

bY 2025, there's gonna be few sacrifices will happen and that is my time in writing. I will find some time to do the best I can to give you guys some stories to update because one, this is my way to relief some stresses built up and second, because I love you all, my loves!

I promise. I'm not gonna leave you all totally, I'll still be here.

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today, it feels a little heavy. I failed two of my subject which are prerequisite to my Internship and worst, I feel shitty not knowing where I went wrong on my subject. I have to pass either of them so I could go on my intership but things didn't go exactly as i plan and I have to face the consequences of it.

For now, I'll be taking care of some personal stuffs until I comeback with a lighter heart.

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fun fact: this is how my boyfriend and I met

this song is one of my favorites and this was played while my team and i were having fun showcasing our prototype on our university week and yeah .. it is meant for my crush so too bad he didn't hear my message bc he wasn't there .. jk

fluff (based on a real life experience)

   as i walked around, smiling and handing students flyers of our work, who were walking around looking at the computer science and engineering inventions or prototypes created by groups of amazing individuals with intellectual minds.

"hey girly!" almost dropping the flyers, carla—one of my good friends tackled me in a hug. i chuckle, wrapping my arms around her small figure, "hey how's the booth? how many signatures did you guys have?"

she puffs an air out, rolling her eyes, "gosh as much as I want to pass, this is hard. we're still at 50 signatures. what 'bout you guys?"

i look over my shoulders to see 2 of my group mates missing while the other 2 explain our work to wandering and curious students. i turn back to her, "not sure to be honest, ron and james are missing so we could still be around 30? not much."

"oh ron and james? they're holding the guest book paper before they leave." my head clicked immediately and laughed quietly, "smart bastards."

"martin saw what they did and is going around the campus too. anyways ..." her voice trailed off. i look at her confused, leaning on to my other hip, holding the flyer close to my chest "what?"

her lips curled up, bumping her hips to mine with a teasing manner, "wooyoung is walking around ... he's checking out all of our prototype." my eyes suddenly widen at the mention of wooyoung.

wooyoung is 4 years ahead of all of us hence the level year he is, which he is now graduating soon. because of the pandemic and short incomes, wooyoung stopped his studies until both of his parents got back up and let him continue his studies, even though he is already a few years behind though his other friends have work or have their own business, they didn't let wooyoung felt that he is out of place just because he is still studying. they knew his story and they understood him well. good friends indeed.

"oi! you're smiling like crazy, you're in love again ah!" she teases, slapping my bicep playfully. i scoff, turning around to walk back to my booth, "stop and I am not—it's just a happy crush."

as soon as i place the flyers down and face her, my two members plus her look at me with 'oh really?'. i pick up some discarded candy wrappers and threw it at them. they laughed at my reddened face, "geez girly if it wasn't for the heat index here in Manila, we would assume it's for wooyoung."

 i turn away from them, grabbing my aqua flask and drinking the ice cold water defending the scorching heat of Manila’s summer. turning the mini fan brought by james, using the back of my hand– i wipe off the sweat trickling down the underside of my chin and jaw. as the days go on, so does the excessive heat, working outside is difficult to do without breaking TOO MUCH sweat.

  “here.” a voice called out, i look up and to my surprise, wooyoung crouched on the same level as i was. i stared at him then to his extended hand where a handkerchief was reaching for me, my brows furrowed, “huh? no no i don’t want to. i mean thank you but it’s like .. i mean personal hygiene?” 

 i rambled without realising it until he chuckled softly, he moved forward– patting the sweat gently. the small distance we had, had my heart flying off the cage of my chest and the heat that was burning people’s skin was now all over my cheeks as wooyoung’s hand, surprisingly soft and gentle, held my sweaty face. his touch sent a jolt through me, and i could’ve sworn his thumb brushed against my cheekbone. a blush crept up my neck, and i stammered, unsure of what to say with our faces so close.

  his touched lingered as he pulled away, his eyes searching mine with intensity that made my breath catch, “do you have an extra hanky?” i cleared my throat, pointing at the handkerchief wrapped around my hair, “no, i was in a hurry because i had to set up our prototype that i forgot to bring my clamp or my hair tie.”

he hums, “have you eaten lunch?” once again i spoke, “no …” he clicks his tongue, standing back up, i followed his figure to which i saw him approach my group mates and spoke to them. my head was all over the place, his touch, his voice and the way he cares for someone. so much luck for that person he will be with, breaking my heart in the process that this is all just a stupid “happy” crush, nothing more and nothing less—nothing to take serious. i sigh, shaking my head and scolding my hopeful heart.

“you’re so blind girly…” my head snapped towards carla, she smacked my head gently–playful way. i pout, “what? I’m not trying to hurt myself by giving myself false hope that he feels the same way.” carla sighs, “he wouldn’t go beyond those boundaries if he doesn’t feel the same way or he wouldn’t do those if “friends” act so much beyond that.”

“carla is right.” carla and i turned to wooyoung with a smile, perfect timing, my stomach growled loudly, shattering the silence. my cheeks burned with shame as carla claps as she cackles beside me. wooyoung raised his eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes, “look’s like it is telling me you did not eat breakfast to.”

i scoff, looking away,”told you i’m in a hurry…” i heard him chuckle before i saw his hand reaching out for my wrist, pulling me up, “huh?”

“i ask for your groups permission to let you eat first then after that they can eat.” i turn to my group mates to see them giving me a thumbs up, then looking back at wooyoung, “are you not busy?” he shakes his head, “i can make space for our first date.”

   And that my folks, is how he had taken me breathless by being effortlessly romantic and being a sweet gentleman.

[xuchiya]

hi my little pretty loves, how are you all?

[xuchiya]

writer's block, my loves 😭. is there anyone wants to interact with me in my ask? inbox?

[xuchiya]

Saw your ask about saying I love you and I think that if you're ready, why not? I understand it can be scary but if you mean, I think you should do it ❤️

But please take this advice with a grain of salt, I've never been in a relationship before! So maybe see what others say as well or if you're still too shy to say it then maybe later 😂

hello my loves, I wanted him to tell him those words for so longg and it feels really scary because the what if were my enemy at the moment.

Don't worry, i have ask few of my friends about it since last night and they said they have a good feeling he would say it back and always emphasize "been together for almost a year" but everything is all up to me.

thank you my loves for helping too!! 🤍🤍💚

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Tee hee the story about your boyfriend is so cute 😭🤭 love that for you 💕💕

Sorry if this sounds mean I genuinely mean it 😂

hii my loves, a little [blush] there but thank you, I didn't find it mean dont worry and yes, he so does. Oh if it's okay if I'll be the one asking, my loves, Is it too early to say 'I love you' ? I didn't want to pressure him to say it back but I feel ready to say does words to him because we've been together for almost a year now and I think it's ready to tell him those words...

what do you think? hehehe

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my boyfriend and I went to the mall (usual date) and we stumble upon this bookstore and among all the books— I came across my favorite author.

"Ana Huang."

I AM TELLING YOU ALL, IF YOU KNOW THIS AUTHOR. THEIR BOOKS IS 🔥 I SWEAR MOST ESPECIALLY THE SMUT PARTS.

So when I saw her book, "King of Wrath." I knew I have to take a glimpse. AND MY BOYFRIEND SAW IT.

I never told him about my author side nor what I wrote so when he saw what books I read. I am surprise on what he said.

"Do you like that kind of books?" No hate, judgement. He is curious. Of course I told him the truth. He nodded like he understood and went to grab another since there were two books of the same series.

HE FLIPS THROUGH THE PAGES AND GUESS WHAT?!

HE SMIRKS AT ME. LIKE "My girl reads these?" SMIRKS! LIKE HE SAW WHAT I SAW AND LOOKS AT ME.

"Tell me what happened after you read them." Kissed my forehead and walks away, buying the two books.

THIS IS REAL! I PROMISE YOU GUYS AND I HAVE TO RANT IT OUT BECAUSE .... HOLY SHIT

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"how the ice melts" || song mingi || ice on my teeth (+18 mafia) ||

| genre: mafia! mingi x shybartender! reader | mentions: cursing. creampie. public fuck. using ice. unprotected (tap it up!).

You were still new to your job, adjusting to the hustle and bustle of serving customers. Your primary responsibility was to deliver orders to their tables—when luck was on your side, customers opted to wait at the counter instead. But tonight, luck wasn’t on your side.

“Hey, you okay handling a few more on your own? I need a break.”

Your heart sank at the words. One of your colleagues was already removing her apron, heading toward the back. You couldn’t argue—she’d been working tirelessly since morning, skipping her noon break. Now that it was past ten, she deserved the rest she needed.

You forced a smile and nodded. “Sure, take your time.”

Regret settled in immediately, but you couldn’t take it back.

As the night dragged on and midnight approached, the café had quieted. You were wiping down the counter when the screech of high chairs being pulled across the marble floor caught your attention.

Looking up, your breath hitched. This time, your heart didn’t just sink—it quickened. Standing there was a man removing a long black coat, revealing a partially unbuttoned silk shirt. His toned chest peeked through, adorned with a silver necklace that glinted under the soft lights.

You quickly looked away, pretending to focus on cleaning as your hands trembled slightly.

“I-Is there something you’d like, sir?” you asked, your voice unsteady. Usually, handling customers like him wasn’t your task—it was your colleague’s. But she still hadn’t returned after nearly two hours.

He glanced up from his phone, briefly scanning the menu beside him. “I’ll have the mocktail lava,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “And some ice, please.”

Nodding quickly, you grabbed a small silver tray with a bucket of ice and tongs, setting it before him. You then moved to prepare his drink, pulling out a cocktail glass while trying to steady your shaking hands.

What happened next, though, made you freeze.

Instead of using the tongs, the man reached into the bucket with his bare hand, grabbing an ice cube. You stared, dumbfounded, as he let it rest in his palm, the ice quickly melting. Water dripped down his large hand, pooling on the marble counter.

You couldn’t help but gawk. How could he just hold the ice like that? You remembered the numbing pain you’d felt the last time you tried holding ice barehanded—it hadn’t lasted more than a few seconds before you had to drop it.

“It’s not painful,” the man murmured, breaking your thoughts.

You squeaked in surprise, realizing you’d been caught staring. Quickly, you turned back to your task, pretending to be busy as heat rushed to your cheeks.

The man chuckled, the sound deep and amused. “It’s not as painful as you think,” he continued, his voice softer now. “It’s… soothing.”

Despite yourself, you stole another glance at him, watching as the last of the ice melted in his hand, water slipping through his fingers. His calm, almost serene expression intrigued you. You didn’t respond, choosing instead to focus on finishing his drink, though his words lingered in your mind.

“Here .. sir.” You slide the drink smoothly towards him before you turn around busy yourself with anything that would distract your awful mind and pulsating dripping pussy.

The low hum of the room was broken only by the clinking of glasses. Mingi sat at the head of the polished table, his broad frame exuding authority. His sharp suit was a stark contrast to the nervous energy of the man sitting across from him, who was fiddling with his tie.

“You said you’d meet my terms,” Mingi began, his voice calm but heavy, like the rumble of a storm in the distance. His eyes were cold, locked on the man who dared to break his word.

“I understand, Mr. Song,” the man stammered, wiping sweat from his brow. “But you have to see—these conditions are—well, they’re a bit... restrictive. Perhaps if we adjusted the percentage slightly, I could—”

Mingi raised a hand, silencing him. The room seemed to grow quieter, the air heavier. “Restrictive?” he repeated, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the table. “I gave you an opportunity to walk away with a fair deal. Now you’re telling me you want more?”

The man swallowed hard but pressed on, his desperation palpable. “It’s not about wanting more. It’s just... the risks involved, they’re significant. If you could consider increasing your offer by just five percent—”

“Five percent?” Mingi’s voice dropped an octave, his tone sharp as a blade. He leaned back, drumming his fingers on the table. “You’re asking for five percent more when you haven’t delivered on a single promise?”

The man hesitated, his bravado wavering under Mingi’s unwavering gaze. “I just—look, we can still make this work. If you’re willing to—”

Mingi’s fist came down on the table, the sound echoing through the room. “Enough.” His voice cut through the air like thunder. “You come into my space, waste my time, and then try to change the terms? Do you think I’m running a charity?”

The man flinched, his face pale. “N-No, sir. Of course not, I just—”

“You just underestimated me.” Mingi rose to his feet, towering over the man, who shrank back into his chair. “Here’s how this ends: you meet my original terms, or the deal is off. No renegotiations. No second chances.”

The man’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, but he nodded quickly, his voice barely a whisper. “Understood, Mr. Song.”

Mingi stared him down for a moment longer before sitting back down, his composure returning like a mask slipping into place. “Good. Then we’re done here.”

Without another word, Mingi signaled for his assistant, who escorted the trembling man out. As the door closed behind them, Mingi picked up his glass, swirling the amber liquid inside before taking a slow sip. His jaw tightened as he muttered to himself, “Amateurs.”

Wooyoung arrived just as Mingi’s assistant escorted the man out, frustration still etched into Mingi’s features. The younger man whistled as he stepped inside, his sharp eyes immediately picking up on the tense atmosphere.

“Not good?” Wooyoung asked, his tone casual as he surveyed the room.

Mingi leaned back in his chair, his jaw tightening as he let out a deep sigh. “Waste of time,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. “Tried to push higher bids, but none of it added up. Can’t believe I even entertained that.”

Wooyoung smirked, unfazed. “Classic,” he quipped, his arm sliding effortlessly around the waist of a woman who trailed in after him. She clung to him, laughing softly, her hands tracing patterns over his chest as if the room was theirs alone.

Mingi clicked his tongue, his frustration morphing into irritation at the scene. “Yah, Woo,” he snapped, his voice carrying the weight of his authority. “If you’re gonna do that here, at least take it somewhere else. I don’t need to watch you—”

The door opened before he could finish, drawing his attention away. You walked in, balancing a tray of drinks with practiced ease. The soft click of your heels against the polished floor echoed faintly as you entered, your head held high despite the noise and energy of the room.

Your uniform skirt swayed just above your knees, complemented by sleek black leggings that accentuate your figure. The crisp white button-up shirt you wore hinted at lace beneath, an unintentional tease that didn’t go unnoticed by Mingi.

You paused briefly at the sight of Wooyoung and his companion. With a barely audible sigh, you set the tray down with precision, casting a quick glance at the pair before looking away yet a blushed was evident on your cheeks.

Mingi’s sharp eyes followed your every movement, his irritation ebbing into something else entirely. A smirk crept onto his lips, slow and deliberate, as he leaned back in his chair, the tension in his body shifting into a predatory calm. You hadn’t even looked his way yet, but he was already captivated.

An hour later, your co-worker returned, looking slightly disheveled. You didn’t comment—she probably managed to sneak in a nap during her extended break. With a tired smile, you handed her the apron and returned to your usual spot at the counter.

It was the same spot where he had been sitting earlier, though now, to your dismay, he’d moved to one of the VIP sectors. You didn’t know which one, but a part of you couldn’t help wishing he’d stayed there for the rest of your shift.

“Hey, Sector 1 order is ready,” your co-worker called, balancing a tray of drinks before setting it down on the counter.

You nodded, propping the tray on one hand as you made your way toward the VIP area. The bouncer stationed at the door gave you a quick once-over before stepping aside to let you through.

What you saw next made your stomach flip. 

Right in front of you, a woman—barely dressed, her tight dress slipping dangerously low—sat straddled on a man’s lap. Their mouths were locked in a heated, messy kiss, completely oblivious to their surroundings. Your instincts screamed at you to avert your eyes, and you did, lowering your gaze immediately as your cheeks burned with embarrassment. You stepped forward hesitantly, balancing the tray as you placed the cocktails and wine on the table.

But then, a familiar voice broke through the tension.

“Ice, baby, can you bring me another bucket?”

Your head snapped up at the sound, and there he was. The man from earlier, lounging casually on a plush velvet couch. His posture was relaxed, legs slightly spread, the leather of his pants taut against his thighs in a way that made you swallow hard. He was still fidgeting with a melting ice cube in his hand, the droplets glistening against his skin.

He caught your gaze, his smirk growing as if he knew exactly what effect he had on you.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” he added, his voice teasing, yet commanding enough to send a shiver down your spine. You nodded stiffly, your heart pounding as you quickly turned to retrieve the bucket. All the while, you could feel his eyes following your retreat, the weight of his attention lingering long after you’d left the room.

When you return, the couple that were messily making out are gone and so is the bouncer. Which makes you confused yet you shake it off as it is not your business and place the bucket of ice beside the other drinks.

“Icy,” the man drawled, his voice low and deliberate. Your head turned in his direction, finding him still lounging comfortably, one ankle lazily draped over his knee. His sharp eyes locked on yours as he leaned forward, the movement deliberate and commanding.

You swallowed hard, nerves fluttering in your chest as you instinctively stepped closer. Mingi leaned back slightly, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he extended a hand toward you, palm up.

“Give me your hand,” he said, his tone both inviting and teasing.

Confused but too caught up in the moment to question him, you slowly extended your hand. His fingers brushed against yours as he took a single ice cube from the bucket and placed it gently in your palm.

A soft gasp escaped your lips at the sudden chill, the ice burning in its intensity as it met your skin. Your hand instinctively twitched, but his gaze held you in place, the corner of his mouth curling upward as though he found your reaction amusing. He moved the ice around your palm, “It is not as painful as you think it is. It’s normal for a body to react to anything.”

The soft noises you made seemed to stir something deep within Mingi. He sighed, tossing the ice to the side as he rose to his full height. The sheer size of him overshadowed your figure, and you found yourself tilting your head upward to meet his intense, hooded gaze.

Without breaking eye contact, he reached for a fresh piece of ice from the bucket, his movements deliberate and measured. “Open,” he commanded, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your eyes widened at the unexpected instruction, but the gentle grip of his fingers on your chin coaxed you to comply. His thumb brushed over your lips as he carefully placed the ice cube between them, his touch leaving a fleeting warmth against your skin.

The coolness of the ice was sharp against your tongue, but it was the weight of his gaze that made your breath hitch. Mingi's jaw tensed, a subtle reaction that betrayed the growing tension as his eyes lingered on you.

“When it melts,” he murmured, his voice a whisper that seemed to reverberate through you, “tell me.”

The bucket of ice is almost half empty yet Mingi isn’t finished yet as he grabs another ice cube and places them in your mouth. The ice cube holds in your loud moans as you rock back and forth, the water dripping out the corner of your lips, down to your chin and rolls down on your neck disappearing between the valley of your breast. Your grip on the couch tightens and so does your hole clenching tightly around his cock, a white ring already forming around the base. 

“Fuck~” He groans as his grip on your hips tightens as Mingi took an ice cube, and holds it against your already numb and glistening pussy. You squirm, moving back which makes Mingi hiss as he runs it up to your clothed tits. The coldness penetrated through and it made your nipples hard, grazing on your clothes painfully. As bold as you were right now, you reach over to your uniform and fumble with the buttons, Mingi sees what you were doing; smirking as he leans over, his glistening chest from the sweat.

“Let me.” Before you process his hands crawling on your button up when he rips it open, some of the buttons flying, exposing your lace black bra. Mingi groans as he speeds up his thrust behind you. The ice melted in your mouth, taking the advantage to moan loudly. 

A squeak left your lips as Mingi suddenly pulled you up to his chest, gripping your jaw in his hand, “Didn’t I tell you to tell me when it melts?” His voice gruffed and hard as he kept the speed up. Your eyes slowly rolled back in bliss as you nodded, head on the clouds. 

“Yes … Yes Mingi!~Fuck!” You rolled your hips to meet his thrust to which made Mingi chuckles deeply, reaching over to your lace bra as he yanks it down. Your tits bouncing out of the premises of your bra and the cold temperature hitting your hard nipples.

“Yes, keep moaning for me baby, let me show you how ice melts faster.” Instead of one, he took two ice cubes already emptying the bucket. Taking each of the ice cube in his hands as he places them each on your nipples. A loud gasp left your lips as you grab on each of Mingi’s wrist trying to yank it away from the pain yet so blissful.

“Mi-Mingi!” You whimper as he rolled the ice cubes around your nipples, the water dripping downwards and disappearing between your body and clothes, Mingi loves how you have gone tighter and tighter making him close to his high.

“I’m coming Icy, come on just a little more for me okay? It’s not painful right?” Your whimpers were sort of an answer to him as he sped up. Your tits bounce the same time as he circles the cube until it has all melted, only for him to pinch and circle them. Your head throws back as you have no time to tell you have reached your high as you creamed right on his cock.

Mingi feels your pussy pulsating as you come down from your high, he grips on your hips to pull out until you hold him in place. Mingi felt his hips stammering, calling to you gently “Baby?”

Looking over your shoulders, your eyes glistening in pleasure tears, cheeks all flushed and your curtain hair had tipped Mingi over the edge along with your words, “Inside me please.”

His fingers tightly grip on your hips as he leans forward, burying his face on your hair as it comes inside, spurting his seeds inside, painting your walls white. Mingi gasps loudly behind you as squeeze your hips before he pulls out, Mingi looks at your puckered hole; eyeing it as it opens slightly and gushes of his white seeds trails out. 

Mingi bit his lip as he looked over at you, a smirk on his lips, eyes darkening slightly in lust, “I have more ice at home.”

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HONGJOONG—

𓆩 bless me 𓆪 - chapter 13

w.c - 2.8k

pairings - demon!ateez ot8 x demon! fem! reader

genre - demon au, hint of royal au, possible yandere themes (?), romance, slow burn

synopsis: as hell's receptionist, you only wished to talk shit and stay out of trouble. yet, you happened to be the one that the two social clans in hell start fighting for.

c.w - dark themes, knives

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Time froze as Seonghwa pressed you against the cold wall, his switchblade just under your chin. “How long have you been planning this?” he asked bitterly. “How elaborate is this foolish scheme of yours?”

You squirmed under the blade, wincing. “I don’t kno-”

“You don’t know?” Seonghwa sneered. He dug the blade deeper into your skin, enough to draw a line of blood. “Convenient answer for someone as-”

“-Stop,” Mingi interrupted, his voice hoarse as he tried to rise to his feet once more, gripping the bars for support. “Put the blade down now.”

Seonghwa scoffed, not even sparing him a glance as he kept his eyes on you. “Are you going to be a nuisance the whole time?”

“Yes,” Mingi said. “If you keep hurting her.”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes. “How noble.”

Without warning, he grabbed your arm harshly, dragging you away from the chamber. You tripped, stumbling over your feet as Mingi shouted raspily behind you.

“Where are you taking her?” his voice echoed.

Seonghwa looked back with a cruel smirk. “Out of your reach.”

His grip tightened as he dragged you down the tunnel, away from Mingi’s reassuring presence. Seonghwa pulled you closer to him, his breath against your ear as he leaned in.

“I wonder if he knows how close you are to Yunho.”

Your eyes widened and you tried to push against his grip. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He didn’t answer.

“Hello?” you pressed on.

He only tightened his hold, dragging you faster as his pace quickened. The wind from the speed hit your face until you were shoved into what appeared to be a lavish bedroom. The abrupt stop made you cough as Seonghwa kicked the door shut and threw you into a chair.

You barely had time to process anything before the switchblade was back, its pointed tip now pressing against your forehead.

“Duke, don’t you think this is unnecessary?” you tried to reason with him, your voice trembling slightly.

“Oh, this is completely necessary,” Seonghwa spat, his face inches away from yours. “How could you betray the King like this?”

“What are you talking about?” You let out a frustrated breath. “You knew that I wasn’t on your side.”

“It’s bad enough being a traitor, but helping another one? In the Palace? Are you insane?” he snapped, his voice rising.

“You can’t possibly believe that we’d kill Mingi like that,” you said, irritated.

Seonghwa’s jaw clenched, his breathing becoming uneven. “Do you have any idea what this means for us?”

The blade trailed down to your chin, forcing your head up. “Every day, I watch more and more Eternals turn against the King,” his voice cracked. “Whether it’s Mingi or any other idiotic demon.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but his grip on the blade tightened as he continued. “And I can’t help but think that you’re the cause of all of this.” 

You stared at him. “Did you really think that this would all end well?”

“Yes,” he replied with no hesitation. “Everything ends well. For the Eternals, at least.”

The pause that followed was heavy.

His eyes blinked repeatedly when he realised how close he was to you - and for a moment, something unreadable flashed across his face. Seonghwa backed away suddenly, the blade lowering as he took a step back.

“I didn’t think you were stupid enough to help those.. pests,” Seonghwa said. “What would you even achieve from this? A badge? A trophy? You’re not a saint.”

“Come on,” you sighed wearily. “At this point, I have to beg you to open your eyes. Why are you so blind to the fact that the Halas did nothing wrong?”

“They’ve done many wrong things,” he scoffed.

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Stealing land,” he stated.

“No, that was you guys,” you denied.

Seonghwa’s brows furrowed. “They’re aggressive-”

“-They wouldn’t be that way if you guys didn’t attack them every century,” you cut him off.

“They hate us,” he said. “I’m sure they would harm us if they could.”

“Because the Eternals harmed them first.”

Seonghwa blinked. He brought the switchblade back to your chin, though his movements were almost hesitant now. “You think you’re funny?”

“Who told you all these things about the Halas?” you asked.

He paused.

“...The King,” he said hesitantly.

His eyes burned into yours as the silence stretched between the two of you. You would have felt pity for him if he didn’t hold a literal blade to your chin at that moment.

“Why would you believe him?” you asked softly.

“...Because he’s the only one that believes in me,” Seonghwa whispered, so quietly that you almost missed it.

His breathing slowed down as he lowered his knife completely, sitting on the edge of his bed. His shoulders slumped like he was beginning to see cracks in his beliefs.

You stood up, dusting off your cloak. “I’m leaving.”

He didn’t look at you, his brows furrowing as his thoughts spiralled. 

“I hope you open your eyes to see that the Halas aren’t the bad ones here,” you said, moving to leave. “Wake up, Seonghwa. The King is using you.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹₊ִ ࣪𖤐๋࣭ ⭑⊹₊ 𖥔.

Wooden training swords clashed against each other in the training hall. You stumbled back, wiping the sweat from your face as you tried to hold your stance. Jongho stood infront of you, barely out of breath.

“How-” you gasped. “How the Hell are you so strong?”

A small smile tugged at Jongho’s lips as he watched you drop to the floor, sprawling on your back. The floor beneath you felt cool to your heated skin.

“You’re pretty strong too,” he shrugged. “If only you had more stamina.”

“That’s it,” You waved him off, panting. “I’m done.”

“Come on, one more round,” he clapped his hands together, a grin forming.

“No- I actually can’t,” you said, lifting your head slightly off the ground. 

Jongho crouched beside you, his arms resting on his knees. “I’m sure you can,” he smirked.

“Ask Wooyoung. Or San,” you suggested, still trying to catch his breath. “I’m sure San would be thrilled to spar with you.”

“Maybe,” Jongho replied, chuckling. “But it’s not as fun.”

You exhaled sharply. “I can’t-”

“Just one more round,” he said. “Please?”

You groaned, knowing that he was not taking ‘no’ for an answer. With a cough, you pushed yourself off of the floor. “Fine. But if you ask for another after this, I’m fighting you for real.”

The next round was brutal. Jongho didn’t even bother to go easy on you. You gave it your all, your muscles screaming in protest. By the time it was over, you collapsed to the ground once again.

Jongho sat cross-legged beside you. He looked over at you. “Sorry, I think I went too far,” he admitted, his eyes softening slightly.

“It’s okay,” you muttered between your gasps for air. “Just let me rot here..”

He chuckled, leaning back on his hands as the two of you sat in silence. After a while, you lifted your head to look at him. “You can go back if you want.”

Jongho raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“I mean it,” you insisted. “I’ll be fine.”

Without a word, Jongho stood up and walked away, leaving the room. You closed your eyes, trying to focus on your breathing. But after a few minutes, you heard the door creaking open. You turned your head - and there he was again.

Jongho held up a few apples as he walked towards you.

“I don’t-”

“Just take them,” he cut you off.

You sighed but reached out, taking one. The bite was crisp and refreshing, something you desperately needed after that horrid sparring session. Jongho sat next to you, biting into one of them himself.

The two of you ate in silence. And after all these crazy things happening to you, you finally felt like you had a break.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹₊ִ ࣪𖤐๋࣭ ⭑⊹₊ 𖥔.

Wooyoung rolled around in your bed, a little too comfortable for someone that just barged into your room. 

“I’m so jealous,” he grumbled, tossing his arms behind his head. “Why is your room as big as the barracks we sleep in?” 

You shrugged. “I’m just that good.”

He rolled his eyes, grabbing one of your pillows before throwing it at you. You were about to throw the pillow back when you suddenly heard a knock on the door. Both of you froze, staring at each other. 

“Who is that?” Wooyoung whispered. 

“I don’t know, but you’re not supposed to be here,” you gestured to the bathroom. “Hide.”

Without wasting a second, Wooyoung scurried to the bathroom, quickly shutting the door. You smoothed out your clothes and opened your bedroom door to reveal.. Yunho. 

“Hey..” you greeted confusedly. You peeked out into the hallway, checking if either Hongjoong or Seonghwa were around. “Are you okay? Do you need something?”

“I-“ he began, toying with the sleeves of his blazer. “I need to talk to you about something,” he said, though it sounded more like a question than anything. 

“Yeah, of course,” you said, leaning against the doorframe. 

He blinked. “Uh- I meant inside.”

You paused, your eyebrows shooting up. “Oh.”

Before you could invite him in, Wooyoung’s head popped out from behind the bathroom door. Yunho’s eyes narrowed immediately. 

“I see you have company,” Yunho coughed out. He took a step back. “Forget it, we’ll talk later.”

“Nonono,” Wooyoung said, walking over to the door. “I’m sure whatever you need to say to her, you can say to me as well.”

Yunho looked visibly annoyed. “I don’t think-“

“I think,” Wooyoung interrupted, putting his arm on your shoulder. “It’s perfectly fine for you to talk to her. As long as I’m here.”

Your eyes pleaded for Yunho to just go along with it. Yunho looked at you, then Wooyoung. “Fine,” he muttered.

As the three of you walked into the room, Yunho sighed heavily. “What is he doing here?”

“Well-” you began before pausing, glancing at Wooyoung. “Honestly, I don’t know. He kinda just appeared.”

Wooyoung sat on the chair in the corner of the room, tilting his head. “What’s wrong with two demons hanging out?” he asked, his eyes locked on Yunho.

“Nothing,” Yunho crossed his arms, glaring right back at him. “Except for the fact that you’re hanging out in her bedroom.”

“You-”

“-What do you need, Yunho?” you cut in, hoping that the two of them would stop. You sat on the edge of your bed and watched as Yunho stood stiffly, still fidgeting with his sleeves.

Yunho took a deep breath, pulling a folded piece of paper from his blazer. “Someone slid this under my door,” he said, handing it to you.

You opened it, raising an eyebrow when you saw elegantly written words on it:

‘Tell your girlfriend that I will assist her in reckless endeavours to help the roaches of Hell - under the condition that my actions will not bring harm to the King. If her plans stray beyond this boundary, my assistance will cease immediately, together with my tolerance for her life.

Do not make me regret this decision.’

“Seonghwa…” you breathed out. 

You looked over the note again, re-reading it to check if you were just seeing things. While you did find it questionable that he referred to you as Yunho’s ‘girlfriend’, something else bothered you.

“Wait-” Your head snapped up, narrowing your eyes on Yunho. “Why would he give this to you?”

Yunho swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I.. had a conversation with him two nights ago,” he confessed, his posture uneasy. “Trying to convince him to be more.. open-minded about loyalty.”

You leaned forward, urging him to continue. “And?”

Yunho sighed. “He kept going on about how we had no power, no plan- no way of getting away with this. I thought showing him the chambers would prove we’re smarter than he thinks.”

Your stomach dropped. “Are you serious?” you nearly shouted, standing abruptly. “You’re the reason I almost died.”

“Died?” Wooyoung exclaimed, rising from his chair. He cracked his fingers as he glared at Yunho. “Oh I knew you were shitty-”

“He wouldn’t kill her,” Yunho scoffed. “He’s not brave enough for that.”

“He was brave enough to hold a knife to my neck after realising Mingi was alive,” you shot back.

Yunho bit the inside of his cheek. “To be fair, I didn’t tell him that part.”

You groaned, your hands running through your hair as you slowly sat back down onto your bed. “I need a moment to think about this.”

A silence fell over the three of you before Wooyoung spoke up. “This is when you leave.” 

Yunho hesitated, reaching for the note before you slapped your hand over it. “Leave it here,” you demanded.

He nodded reluctantly, standing and walking to the door. Just before leaving, he glanced back at you - his eyes softening with concern. Then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind you.

You heard a ‘tsk’ as Wooyoung walked towards you. “This is exactly why I don’t trust him,” he muttered, his voice bitter.

You glared at him as he picked up the note, reading it. You saw how his brows furrowed as something strange flashed in his eyes before he set it back down.

“Just saying, if that were me,” he added quietly, pointing to where Yunho just left. “I would never put you in that situation.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹₊ִ ࣪𖤐๋࣭ ⭑⊹₊ 𖥔.

The quiet rustle of paper cranes filled the room, folding and unfolding in your hands as you sat at Hongjoong’s desk. Seonghwa was nowhere to be seen and Hongjoong was seated across from you, completely focused on the documents infront of him.

As you dropped the crane into the jar - you noticed something.

A ring. On the King’s hands.

There was something disturbingly familiar about it.

The piece of metal on his ring finger caught your attention. Was he married? From what you knew of the Royals, you were sure that he wasn’t. Also, the ring looked weirdly cheap and old. Would the King really wear something as inexpensive as that?

The longer you stared at it, the more your surroundings melted around you - your mind transporting you to a dream-like place. Or a memory.

The feeling of demons pushing past you came back. The sounds haggling grew louder as merchants and shopkeepers yelled for demons to come to their stalls.

Though despite this, a small shop caught your eye. A display of trinkets and jewelry, all made with cheap copper and brass.

Your fingers brushed over a simple copper ring, the metal warm to the touch under the blistering sun. It was small and simple - something that you knew wouldn’t get stolen by other demons.

“I’ll take this one,” you said, placing a few coins on the table. 

As you slipped the ring onto your finger, the world seemed to shift and you found yourself in the office, in the middle of folding a crane. 

You blinked, trying to brush off that memory of yours. It wasn’t that significant, was it?

But as you folded another paper crane, your eyes darted to Hongjoong’s hands again. The ring stirred a strangely intense feeling of deja vu.

“...Where did you get that ring from?” you asked, your mouth moving before you could think.

Hongjoong froze. The slight widening of his eyes betrayed his surprise, though he quickly recovered. He touched the ring briefly, almost unconsciously, as he lowered the file.

He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing on you. “What happened to your chin?”

You instinctively touched the sore cut under your chin, wincing slightly at the reminder of your conversation with Seonghwa. “I fell-”

Before you could finish, a knock was heard. Seonghwa entered, though he paused when he noticed the tension in the room. He walked over to his chair, sitting down slowly. 

Hongjoong’s eyes shifted from you to Seonghwa. Without a word, he rose from his seat and walked over to the Duke.

In one swift motion, Hongjoong snatched the switchblade from Seonghwa’s belt. You held your breath as he turned the blade over in his hands, studying it intently.

Hongjoong walked back to you, his footsteps echoing softly against the carpet. Gently, he held your chin with one hand, tilting it upward so the light shined on the scar. The unexpected softness of his touch sent a jolt through your spine. His eyes darted between the wound and the blade, comparing the line of the cut to the edge of the weapon.

“Hm,” you heard him say as he stepped away. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the blade back onto Seonghwa’s lap.

Seonghwa managed to catch the weapon, his face filled with worry as his jaw twitched.

Hongjoong returned to his seat, his eyes lingering on Seonghwa for a moment too long before he shifted his attention back to you.

He nodded toward the sheets of square paper scattered on the desk, finally speaking up. “Fold.”

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PIRATE ATEEZ!!! MY FAVORITEE

pirate king (extra) || atz

A hand reaches into the frame to press the recording button.

The camera shifts around as the hand moves to adjust it on its tripod, fixing the device in place. When the image finally clears, stills and focuses, the hand moves back to reveal a man with blonde hair done in a mullet.

“Is it done yet?” A voice pipes up in the background.

The man adjusting the camera steps back to reveal a well lit room with wooden floorboards, the words KQ Entertainment behind him in big, white letters. Seven men hover at the back, all trying to push their way into the centre to see the camera.

“It’s on!” The man with the mullet cheers a little at his success. All eight of them rush to form a line, before he announces the beginning of the VLIVE. “하나, 둘, 셋 (hana, dool, seht)!”

“Eight Makes One Team!” They chorus together and bow, wide grins on their faces. “안녕하세요 (annyeonghaseyo)! It’s ATEEZ!”

They burst into a round of scattered applause.

“Hello everyone! It’s Hongjoong here!” The man with the mullet waves at the camera, smiling broadly. “So, due to popular opinion on Tumblr-”

“We’ve decided to check out @chasingatinydream’s fanfiction of us, Pirate King!” The young man with purple hair bursts into the frame, grinning wildly. “We’ve made a reaction video to some of the earlier chapters, which will be uploaded soon! We hope you watch it!”

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honestly, this is how me and my sister when I want to use to PC but she won't move out of the pc chair...

The two of them are so brothers coded 🤣😂

Hwa grabbing San by his hair and patting him immediately after 😆🤣

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"Not literally make love." || choi san || one-shot

|genre: idol! san. idol! reader |mentions: slight suggestive. no smut. fluff currently playing 90's songs like A1, Brian McKnight, Boys II Men and such,it gave me an idea.

It was your first time bringing your boyfriend, Choi San, over to your dorm in the KQ-owned building where idols like yourself stayed. You and San had been dating for nearly two years, but he had only just returned from a Dolce & Gabbana fashion event last night. After spending time with the boys, he suggested staying with you for the evening.

Now, the two of you were comfortably sprawled on your bed, lost in your own little world. Your phone was propped on the nightstand with Spotify open, playing a playlist filled with throwback songs you’d borrowed from your dad’s music collection.

As you scrolled absentmindedly through your phone, the next song began to play. Unlike the previous tracks, this one made San pause. The smooth, slow R&B melody caught his attention, and he turned to look at you, intrigued.

“Hey, love,” he said, leaning closer. “What’s the title of this song?”

You hummed distractedly, not catching his question at first. “Sorry, what was that, honey?”

“The title of this song,” he repeated, a curious smile tugging at his lips.

Your brows furrowed as you focused on the soft, sensual rhythm. Recognition hit you a moment later, and your cheeks immediately flared. You knew this song—it was unmistakably about that.

Your mouth opened, but no words came out as your shyness overtook you. Finally, you stammered, “W-Well… it’s… I’m not telling you the title!”

San chuckled, his warm hand slipping into yours as he gently rubbed the back of your hand. “It’s okay, love. I’ll understand,” he said, his tone soothing.

You exhaled a nervous laugh, glancing at the speaker and then back at his expectant eyes. Finally, with a deep breath, you answered softly, “It’s Boyz II Men… I’ll Make Love to You.”

San nodded, his hand still resting on yours, but a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes. Suddenly, he laughed, the sound low and teasing as he looked at you. “Sure.”

You blinked, confused at first, until your brain finally processed his response. Before you could react, he shifted, pulling you slightly on top of him in one swift motion. Your torso rested against his chest, though your legs weren’t straddling him.

“San!” you exclaimed, your voice high-pitched with embarrassment as you tried to move.

He reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his smirk deepening. “Let’s do it,” he murmured, his voice laced with playful intent.

Your eyes widened in sheer panic. “Right now?!”

He nodded, the small smirk on his lips growing more devilish. “I can’t wait.”

“Wait, wait!” you sputtered, your words tumbling out in disbelief. “I just told you the title, not—San!”

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"I swear" || jung wooyoung || one-shot

|genre: non!idol wooyoung. husband! wooyoung. wife! reader. fluff. |mentions: none

They say that on your wedding day, it’s not just a celebration of love but the start of a journey where you and your husband become the main characters of your story—for the rest of your lives. To everyone else—your relatives, parents, and friends—it’s just a single day.

But it’s a day no one will ever forget.

As the DJ announces the first dance for the newlyweds, the lights shift, casting a dazzling glow over the room. You shield your eyes with one hand, trying to adjust to the brightness. That’s when you see him—Wooyoung—emerging from the crowd after speaking with his friends.

A soft smile graces your lips as you take him in. His coat is gone, and the sleeves of his crisp white shirt are neatly rolled up to his elbows. He looks effortlessly handsome. Wooyoung strides toward you, his steps purposeful, one hand extended, the other tucked behind his back.

“May I, my dear?” he asks, his voice as warm as his gaze.

Without hesitation, you place your hand in his, and he gently guides you to the center of the dance floor. He raises your hand to shoulder height and places his other hand firmly on your waist, pulling you closer. The sudden intimacy takes you by surprise, but you quickly settle into his arms, your free hand resting lightly on his shoulder blade.

No matter how many years you’ve been together, how well you know his touch, his warmth still takes you off guard. It flutters your heart, sending a rush of joy to your cheeks that stretches into an uncontainable smile.

“For better or worse, till death do us part,” he murmurs, his voice steady and full of emotion, “I’ll love you with every beat of my heart.”

He begins to sway, leading you in a slow, deliberate dance. His eyes remain locked on yours, his words sinking deeply into your heart, wrapping you in the comfort of their sincerity.

“And I swear,” he continues, his tone filled with unshakable devotion.

You know he means every word. His promise settles over you like a warm blanket, assuring you of the strength and love in your bond.

Reaching up, you brush a strand of hair from his face, your fingers lingering for a moment. “I swear,” you whisper back, your voice soft with emotion. “By the moon and stars in the sky, I’ll be there.”

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you close your eyes and breathe him in, savoring the moment. Wooyoung hums quietly, a smile playing on his lips. He glances down and presses a tender kiss to the top of your head. Then, without warning, he grips your waist and lifts you effortlessly into the air, spinning you both in a joyful whirl.

“Woo~!” you exclaim with a laugh, clinging to him as the room blurs around you.

He sets you back down with care, his hands cupping your cheeks as he gazes into your eyes. Slowly, he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that is brief yet profound, a promise sealed in the simplest of gestures.

When he pulls away, he doesn’t move far, his forehead resting against yours. His eyes close as he takes a deep breath, grounding himself in the reality of this moment—married, happy, and sharing his life with you, his partner, his ride-or-die.

“I swear,” he whispers again, the words carrying every ounce of love he feels for you.