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Update
Hi everyone,
so, as I mentioned in my last ask I'm unsure if I'm going to be able to post the fics I had mentioned wanting to get out this month before the end of the year. Things have just been crazy the past week, and I don't want to overwork myself. I'm going to aim to post, hopefully, one more fic before the end of the year since I do have something planned for the very first week of the new year.
That being said, I can't guarantee I'll be able to post that single stand alone fic before the end of the year. I'm hoping to at least get The Feral Drabbles done before the end of the month, and maybe some more smaller drabbles, but it is yet to be seen. I do also have my commission to be working on, so again, writing for this blog is going to be much slower for the foreseeable future.
Thank you all again for all the support and well wishes you've been giving me as we come to the end of the year. I really appreciate it!
Hopefully I can have some things for you all soon.
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WTT/WTS
Have: Xikers Polaroids
Want: anything on my wl or $2
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WTT/WTS Xikers
Have: Jinsik Doorbell Ringing pcs
Want: anything on my wl
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About Me!
INFO - read before DM
General info/rules
Name: Emily
Age: September '97
Pronouns: She/They
Country: USA
All prices are in $ (USD)
I hold items for max 24 hours after my initial reply to a DM.
I am not responsible for lost or damaged mail once it is sent out.
I do not have set send out dates.
Payment methods
I accept:
Paypal f&f
I can accept PayPal g&s if you pay for tracked shipping as well as the fees.
I do not ever accept CC
Sale rules
When DMing make sure you are 100% willing to buy. Backing out of a sale without reason is considered time wasting.
Trade rules
Under 25 proofs I will ask you to send first.
When you send first I'll send out after receiving a shipping proof video. If a video proof isn't possible I'll send out once your end of the trade arrives.
If we agree on a date to send out at the same time, please send me packaging proof and address check at least 24 hours in advance so I have time to reply.
GO rules
No blackout unless you find a replacement
Pay before the deadline. If you don't pay before a given deadline and you don't communicate with me about this your items will be back up for sale with no refund. For initial payments the deadline is never less than a week unless specified beforehand..
As groupchats are (currently) not a thing on Tumblr, you have to have an Instagram as well to join so a groupchat can be made there. So for the inconvenience... The instagram doesn't have to also be a kpop related account, as long as it's public so I can add you.
Proof I provide
Damage check video with flash and a note showing my username.
Packaging proof
Address check
Shipping proof. This would be a video if it's a letter, receipt if it's an untracked package, tracking information with confirmation note from the post office if it's a tracked package.
If you want any other types of proof, feel free to ask. I'm more than happy to provide more proof to help build trust.
Packaging
I package photocards and other small items in a sleeve, inside a toploader, and secured to a card using washi tape
For mail with 4 or more photocards I use a shipping shield instead of a toploader (unless you specifically ask me to use a toploader instead).
Larger items that can't fit inside a toploader will be secured to cardboard
Albums will be packed inside a box with bubble wrapping, or a bubble mailer
Shipping
I calculate shipping when packing as the weight of the specific photocard(s) and the difference between toploaders and shipping shield can change the price of shipping. This means I give you an estimate of how much shipping would be, and once you agree to buy I'll pack and then send you payment info for the item + shipping. Once you agreed to buy based on the estimated shipping, you can't back out (unless the difference is drastic) as I already packed for you at this point.
Miscellaneous other info
I have a dog. If you're allergic please let me know so I can be extra careful when packing for you.
I have a (quite long) list of diagnosed mental health issues. Some of these can prevent me from doing trade related things like replying to dms fast, or leaving the house to send out. If this makes it so I can't send out on an agreed upon date I'll make sure to let you know immediately. Sometimes my mom can send out for me, but not always. I ask for your understanding as I try my best.
If you don't give me proof of sending out/address check and also don't dm me about this beforehand, I will not give proof of arrival either. Communication is key in this community!
If you don't want to give me proof of arrival because you didn't agree with something I did in the process that's totally fine, however, let me know how I can improve in the future! No proof of arrival without communication and not letting me know you think it might be lost in mail will result in you being blacklisted from future sales. Again, communication is key. I'd rather get feedback than being ghosted...
If you read everything, please send a ⨠emoji in your DM.
Sorry for the long read! I wanted to be thorough!
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I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
haha, I can tell! I know many have been greatly anticipating this chapter hehehe ;)
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ăeve of the absoluteă ; mlist
ateez ot8 x fem!reader â revolutionary girl utena!au, rivals to lovers, drama, dark romance, mystery, magical surrealism, fantasy, plot-heavy, sexual content. [100k wc est.] cws: violence, yandere themes, emotional cruelty, angst, Everyone is Bi, love triangles, moral dubiousness, manipulation, themes of ownership & possession of a living person, very weird familial dynamics (no incest), unhealthy & abusive relationship themes throughout. various character povs.
Your journey to locate the whereabouts of your long lost childhood love brings you to the mystical doorstep of the renowned Ohtori Academy â a school harboring a reputation for not only prestige, but the remarkable ability to revolutionize the world.
scene one: a person who shoots at the sun
âž 01Â âž 02Â âž 03Â âž 04Â âž 05
scene two: panorama of the full bloom
âž 06 âž 07 âž 08 âž 09 âž 10
scene three: imaginary living body
âž 11 âž 12 âž 13 âž 14 âž 15
scene four: aphrodite of death
âž 16 âž 17 âž 18 âž 19 âž 20
mlist still undergoing construction. there is no taglist!
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⥠Some of the dividers/break banners I threw together on Canva in case you don't feel like making one yourselfâĄ
There are also some "minors dni" ones near the end!
I didnât think of it until someone reblogged that some people might be afraid of bugs so I moved the spider & bumblebee beneath the break for people who are scared of them â¤ď¸
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Oh my god this is beautiful đ¤
Just a little drabble of an idea....
Curious if anyone would be interested in Vampire!Mommy!reader x Ateez?? I went a little wacky today. ENJOY!
As always, feedback and thoughts and all that fun stuff are appreciated and encouraged.
If I made this into a whole fic, would anyone be interested?
(it's very short for now)
Let me know! đ¤đđ¤
Warnings- Vulgarity, mentions of blood, leg humping, random ridiculousness.
Tags- @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @babesindestroyland @lemonhongjoong @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @flowerboykun @millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @kthpurplesyou @changbinslovelylegs @yeosxxx @ssaboala @millennial-fangirl @starillusion13 @duchesskaren
A/N-This is from some crazy feral discussions earlier in network and I have @sanjoongie to thank for feeding my craziness. Thank you for the insanity đ
âNo.â you slam the door in the pleading manâs face. Youâd seen and done a lot in your many, many years upon this earth, but not once has someone been this persistent to have you use them more. âPlease! PleaseâŚjustâŚlistenâŚâ You just groan, having heard it all in the last 48 hours. Never once have you regretted biting someone so much. Â
âReally, I have so much more to offer you, my whole body! IâŚI have friends too! Think of all the delicious blood!â Heâd been ambiguous before but this was too much. You could handle him screaming outside of your apartment about sex, orgies, bdsm, but mentioning blood takes the cake. Â
âAre you out of your fucking mind?â you ask as you whip open the door, grabbing the man by the throat and yanking him inside. The delighted squeal he lets out just has you rolling your eyes as you toss him onto the couch. âOh god, that was so hot-â âSTOP.â you demand and then heâs on his knees in front of you, his dark brown eyes looking up and blinking at you. Â
âYes, mommy.â he purrs out and you heave out an exasperated breath. âIâm not your mommy, kid.â you tell him, poking him in the forehead and pushing, the force barreling him over. But instead of deterring him, heâs crawling eagerly back over to you, his eyes glinting even more from fascination and excitement. âButâŚI want you to be my mommyâŚâ he pouts up at you and you canât help but let your eyes bleed red, your fangs filling your mouth as you kneel down to grasp his hair and yank his head back. Â
At the club, youâd been sweet and kind to him, so maybe showing him your true nature will work. âI could drain you dry faster than your heart could register your veins being empty. Donât test my patience.â you hiss into his face. Instead of fear, you frown in dismay as he whimpers and slides closer to you, pressing his now hard bulge into your thigh. Dear lord, was heâŚwas this boyâŚ..??
 âAre youâŚhumping my leg?â
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This one is AMAZING!! @mint-yooxgi writes the BEST Ateez stories!!! đđ
Written in the Stars Mini Masterlist
"All the others that came before, they didn't matter. All that matters to me in this moment is you."
Pairing: Subtle Yandere!Idol!Yeosang X Tall!Chubby!Author!Reader (ft. platonic Ateez)
Disclaimer: This fic is practically fully self-indulgent on my part, but I hope that it's something that you all can enjoy, too!
⢠Part One
⢠Part Two
⢠Part Three
⢠Part Four
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Oh my goddddddddd this was brilliant!
Yearning - Yandere!Phoenix!Mingi
Yandere AU & Phoenix AU - First Person POV
Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue
Pairing:Â Mingi X Implied Chubby!Reader
Words: 1,710
Warnings:Â Implied stalking, and dirty thoughts. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: Felt like getting this out tonight, so I hope you all like it!! Again, I feel like these are tamer than what I originally had in mind, but some of them are going in a different direction than I though. Hehehe, I don't know, I still like them! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~
The Fourth of The Feral Drabbles
Youâre a strange one, arenât you? You donât let anyone get close to you, do you? At least, not really.
Iâve seen the way you shy away from their touches. Itâs like you know that they donât deserve you, just as I do. Only I should get to caress your delicate skin. Only I should get to touch you. Your body is a canvas meant to be painted by me, and me alone.
You know that already, donât you?
Youâve seen me watching you. I know you have. Iâm much more in tune to your reactions than you think, especially when heat is involved.
Perhaps thatâs just the way Iâve always been. Or maybe, perhaps, thatâs just the effect you have on me. Either way, I always make sure to watch you carefully. I want to know your every reaction to everything, so I can replicate the good ones as desired. I want you to see me in a good light all of the time. Thereâs no room for error. Not when you are involved.
I can never help myself when it comes to you. I always want to know where you are, and who youâre with. I long to know what youâre doing, and especially how youâre feeling at all times. It drives me crazy not being able to be by your side at all hours of the day. Watching you isnât enough, I need to be with you, and I want you to need me, too.
Youâre guarded, that much I can tell. I mean, you certainly live up to your nickname of Ice Princess, wouldnât you say? You hardly give anyone the time of day. Itâs as if no one is worth your time.
Good. They donât deserve you, anyways. At least you know how much value your life has, and how important you are.
I wouldnât expect anything less from my twin flame.
I want you to know, that I am worthy. I will make myself worthy.
I have a theory: you donât give anyone the time of day because the treat you like a princess.Â
Itâs the princess part, isnât it? You long to be treated like the Queen you are, donât you?
You donât have to worry much longer, My Queen, a fitting King is on his way.
You know, my kind⌠we mate for life. Weâre extremely territorial and possessive of our mates, especially once weâve imprinted. Youâre lucky I havenât had a chance to court you yet, otherwise those friends of yours⌠well, letâs just say âburnt to a crispâ would be putting it lightly.
They donât care for you. Iâve seen the jealousy in their eyes when you turn away from them. They always want what you have, and they hate how effortlessly it comes to you. Youâre too smart for them. Too beautiful. Too desirable.
I must admit, taking out my competition lately has been a bit difficult, but Iâve made tremendous progress this past month alone. Youâre even acknowledging me on your own, and going out of your way to start conversations with me! I knew playing it cool would work - that seems to be the type of people youâre drawn to. None of this loud and boisterous displays of passion some people attempt to smother you in.
I have to admit, though, there are times where I wish I could scream my love for you from the rooftops. I want everybody to know how much you mean to me, and to be jealous that only I can have you, and only you can have me.Â
Iâm not blind, I see the way your friends look at me when you all walk passed. I hear them whisper as their heated stares lock onto my figure. I know Iâm desirable, too.
The only one I care about, though, is you.
Oh, how I revel in your gaze when I feel you looking at me. Honestly, itâs embarrassing how much I preen myself just for you. Iâll admit, my posture has never been the greatest, until I met you.
Itâs almost comical how obvious I can be; my friend tease me about it all the time. My kind, weâre not subtle in our ways, but either you donât notice, or you choose not to.
Perhaps you donât want to believe I could ever fall for someone like youâŚ
Is this why you donât let anyone get close to you? Because youâre afraid of getting hurt?
Well, My Little Dove, you donât have to be afraid any longer. I will never hurt you, because I will never leave you. I only want you, and I will only ever want you.
Do you want to know the dangers of my love for you? Itâs a little thrilling, isnât it? To know that thereâs always risks when it comes to love. At least, I find it amusing, and once you feel the same as I do, I know you will, too.
See, my kind, as I said before, we mate for life. But, not just this life.Â
Every life.
Our love is reborn through the ashes with each incarnation. No matter how far apart we are, or who we are, we will always find each other. Thatâs what it means to love a Phoenix.
Once an imprint, always an imprint. Nothing can change that.
My heart is yours. It burns for you. It yearns for your cold touch to quell the flames that have long since kindled the fires of my passion for you. I am devoted to you in every way imaginable. You just donât know it, yet.
I desire you, My Dove. I have desired you from the very first moment I heard you utter my name. Never has it sounded so pure, so perfect falling from any otherâs lips but your own. It was meant to be yours. I was made to be yours, and you were always meant to be mine.
Fuck, I want to know what my name sounds like falling from your lips after Iâve kissed you breathless. I want to wrap you in my embrace and ignite that same spark of desire in you that has always burned within me for you. I want to feel you gripping at my hair, pulling me in closer to you as you cling to my body as I light the fires of my passion upon your own.
Fucking tug on my roots as you pull me back into your core for more. I want to feel you dripping down my chin, suffocating me with your luscious thighs as I get lost in your pussy for hours. Let me make a beautiful mess of your cunt, lick it clean, and then do it all over again, and again, and again.
I want you to moan for me, like Iâm your one and only salvation, and youâll find rapture in my every touch. I want our breaths to become one, never knowing where one ends and the other begins. I want to taste you until I become drunk on everything you have to offer, and then I want to drown you in an ecstasy so deep youâll never want to come back up for air.
I want my touch to sear across every dip and curve of your skin, so that you feel my desires for you even when weâre apart. If you cannot feel my love for you by the time weâre done, I havenât finished fulfilling my duties of your perfect lover. By the time Iâm finished with you, my name will be the only thing on your lips, my body the only thing you can feel, and my devotion to you the only thing on your mind.Â
And your heartâŚ
Your heart will be mine.
Long have I desired to burn my mark on your heart, just as I know youâve already branded mine. I will accept no other. I cannot.
My greatest desire, though, is far tamer than any of this. Yet, it is probably the most significant. The most intricate and intimate of experiences I could offer you.
I want to show you my wings.
I want to show you my wings, and watch as that wondrous expression of yours lights up your face. I want to see you in awe of the colours, and the contrasting feathers which are quite plush and so delicate to the touch. I want to watch you reach out to feel them, but hesitate slightly, unsure of if you should or not, and then I want to smile and nod at you, encouraging you to fulfill your every desire.
And, oh, how encouraging I would be!
We donât let just anybody touch our wings, you know. Itâs a sacred practice, reserved for the most intimate of lovers.
Thatâs how much you mean to me. I want to share in that intimacy with you, and only you.
Fuck, and then once youâve traced the contours of my wings and run your fingers through my feathers, I would make the sweetest love to you. I would hold you so fucking close, whispering how deeply my affection for you lies with every movement I make, my wings on full display as I bring us both to ecstasy together.
I can practically hear the way your voice calls out my name so desperately for me nowâŚ
Many nights have been spent playing out this fantasy, but Iâm afraid it never fully captures the full effect of the moment. I know itâll be even more special and intimate when the time comes, and I can only imagine how your delicate hands will feel gripping me, and stroking along my wings during the moment.
Just thinking about it now gets me so sensitive.
You truly have no idea what you do to me.
I just have to get closer to you. Youâre starting to open up to me, I can feel it. Iâm slowly but surely melting that cold exterior of yours. Or maybe, youâre just cooling me down to your level. Weâll be together soon. We have to be, or else I donât know just what I might do.
Iâll be wrapping you in my embrace soon enough.Â
Iâll make sure you can handle the heat.
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Little Bit of a Life Update
Hello, everyone!
Iâve been in a very weird headspace lately, so I havenât quite been my usual chipper self. It is that time of year for me, though, where my seasonal depression starts to act up pretty badly, so I definitely think thatâs a factor. However, that being said, writing has been very difficult for me lately, and itâs starting to feel more like a chore rather than my passion.
This being said, Iâm just going to change the way I update for the next little bit. Fear not, Iâm not going on hiatus or anything like that, I just feel like Iâm putting too much pressure on myself to get fics out in such a short amount of time, combined with the worry that Iâm not posting what you all want to see.
Writing, to me, should be easy, and normally, it is. However, lately, it feels like thereâs a great big iron wall in front of me, and every time I attempt to get a foot hold to begin climbing over it, I slide all the way to the bottom again.
Now, the solution Iâve come up with for myself for the time being is this: Iâm going to work on a bunch of different things to completion, and then once I have a satisfactory amount finished, I will post them either in succession, or all at once.
To clarify, this does not mean Iâm going to be writing all the chapters to my series before I start posting them again. What I mean by this is that Iâll complete a few chapters or so before I begin posting the updates for them. I also want to complete a few one shots I have in mind during this time. I think it will be a good way to take some of the pressure off of myself that I incur when I go to write.
That being said, I do still intend to have something ready for this Friday/Saturday for you guys. It just might not be what I had originally intended, but I shall see how that goes.
Also, the rest of the Ateez drabbles sitting in my inbox might come out at random times over the next little bit. I have about 12-14 more to do depending on how Iâm feeling, but they probably wonât come out all at once.
If youâve read this far, thank you so much! This is definitely a few of the reasons Iâve been so quiet and irritable lately, so I also want to apologize if my responses and answers have been a bit short lately. My mental health is very important to me, and I never want it to get as bad as it has been before. I also donât want to put any unnecessary stress on myself or expectations with my writing. I hate forcing things, and I wonât ever do that to myself.
I fear Iâve bitten off more than I can chew, but once I âcatch upâ, so to say, I think Iâll feel more calmly about this entire matter.
Iâll still be around, obviously lol, there just will be less updates from me for a little while. Iâll also keep you all updated on certain things, and when that potential âgreat posting date/weekâ will be!
Thank you in advance for understanding â¤ď¸
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Thinking some thoughts, but if I made Lethal Protectors into a sort of mini series of one shots or something, would any of you be interested?? đđ
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JACKIE! This was NOT what I was expecting when I asked for this but it is SOO much better than what I asked for! Thank you so much for this! đ
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Hello, I was wondering if I can get a Jongho comfort Drabble maybe with a chubby oc?
-Emâ¨
"Jongho?" Your voice is tender as you call his name, ducking through the apartment to try and find him. "Are you in here?"
Silence greets you, which only causes your brow to furrow. You could have sworn he was home fifteen minutes ago when you popped out to the store to grab some eggs. His shoes are still by the front door, and nothing seems out of place. You just wish you could find him.
Pushing open the door to your shared bedroom reveals a lump buried beneath a tremendous about of blankets.
"Jongho?" You speak, somewhat cautiously.
The lump grunts.
"What are you doing hiding beneath the blankets, silly?" You chuckle, moving to sit on the side of the bed. "It's not like you to nap at this time."
You're assuming he had been facing you, for he turns away from you, another low grunt escaping him.
Immediately, you know something's wrong. It's not like Jongho to oversleep on days like today. Especially not when he has them off with you. Normally, he's at the front door waiting for your return, only to drag you back out with whatever plans he has for the day.
"Is something wrong?" You voice your concern, placing a gentle hand onto his back.
He practically flinches from your touch, pulling himself away and curling in on himself.
"Jongho," your expression falls, worry lining your words as you hear a muffled sniffle from beneath the blankets.
A small silence settles over the both of you, and you frown lightly.
"I'm not going to push you to talk if you're not ready, but whatever's bothering you, know that I'm here to listen when you're ready." You reach over and manage to pat his arm lightly without him pulling away from you this time.
Standing from the bed, you go to exit the room. Only, the sound of him sitting up draws your attention, along with the soft 'wait' that has you halting right in your tracks.
Turning around, your heart squeezes painfully in your chest at the absolutely defeated look on his face. He's wearing one of his old hoodies, one that should probably be thrown out from how worn it is, the seams fraying from age, but he cannot bear parting with. A hoodie you know he only wears when he's feeling down, and needs comfort.
Softly, you move back over to sit on the edge of the bed, offering him your support in any way you can.
"Why are you-" he swallows thickly, voice barely above a whisper as he stares at his hands in his lap. "Why are you with me?"
To say his question catches you off guard would be a tremendous understatement.
You blink. "What do you mean?"
Briefly, his gaze darts upwards before falling back to his hands. "You could be with anyone you want. So, why are you with me?"
"Jongho, I still don't follow." You shake your head.
His eyes squeeze shut, and you see a single tear fall down his cheek.
"Don't you want someone..." he chokes on his breath, "skinnier."
You cannot hide the appal on your face.
"I know Hwa and Yunho would jump at the opportunity to date you." His voice is small, but loud enough to cut through the deadly silence that befalls the room. "Hell, even Joong would be a better match."
"Bear Bear, what are you talking about?" The furrow to your brow deepens. "Why would I want them when I have you?"
"But I'm not-"
"Did somebody say something to you?" You cannot hide your worry, tone coming out a little firmer than you intend.
He shakes his head, still avoiding your gaze. "I was reading some of the fan's comments again, and all of them were saying how I'm so much bigger than the other guys."
Your brow quirks. "That's not a bad thing."
"Everywhere I go, I'm always surrounded by these super skinny and super fit idols, and I just can't help but compare myself to them." He admits, curling in on himself once again as his shoulders deflate.
You reach over to grab his hand in your own.
"I, of all people, know how hard it can be to ignore people when they make comments like that." You squeeze his hand assuringly. "The people that know and love you appreciate you for you, Jongho. We don't care what you look like. You've never cared about the things people say about me regarding why you shouldn't be with me, so you shouldn't listen to what they say about you. You are worth so much more than your appearance, and if stupid, shallow, jealous people cannot see that, then that's their loss."
Finally, he spares a glance upwards at you, tilting his chin to meet your gaze.
"You are so, unbelievable handsome, Bear Bear," you reach over to wipe a tear from his cheek, noticing how he leans slightly into your touch. "No matter what you look like."
Softly, he nods, reaching over and practically falling into your embrace as he wraps his arms around you.
"You should never compare yourself to others, it's the quickest way to form doubts and get inside your own head." Comfortingly, you brush your fingers through his hair. "There is not a part of you that I am not in love with. I love how strong you are, and I love feeling your arms wrapped around me, holding me close."
He tightens his grip.
"I love your thighs," you chuckle at this, feeling him smile against your neck as he buries his face into it. You just know he's remembering all of the times you've went feral for them in the past, leaving him with marks only you get to see. "I know for a fact I'm not the only one does. You should see what some of your fans write about them. Gives me too many ideas."
You can tell he's getting shy, for he buries himself deeper into your neck.
"I love your body, Bear Bear," you squeeze him tighter. "It's always been, and always has been, perfect for me."
A tear lands on your shoulder, but you have a sneaking suspicion it's for an entirely different reason now.
"You may be thick, Jongho, but it most certainly is not a bad thing." You continue. "Besides," your eyes flash as you pull away to meet his gaze, a devious grin tugging at your lips, "I love me a man who could break me in half."
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THIS! I love this so much!
Lethal Protectors - Yandere!Vampires!Ateez X Reader
Yandere AU & Vampire AU
Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst
Pairing:Â Ateez X Reader
Words: 6,398
Warnings:Â Not edited, as I have work in the morning and less than 3 hours to sleep before it lol. Violence and blood. Implied stalking. Past trauma and mentions of a physical assault which almost need in death. Scars. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: Well, I never expected this to become this long, but it's based on a dream I had during a nap I took last night lol. Not much, but I hope you enjoy! As always feedback is greatly appreciated!
The trip back to your hometown was meant to be short. Nothing more than a pitstop, really. Say hello to your family, maybe even some friends, then be on your way again. You never expected it to turn into a full month. A month filled with people constantly telling you to stay away from them.
Who were they, and why did the eight of them always suddenly seem to miraculously appear around you whenever you were out? Youâd go to the store for some food, and suddenly Yeosang and Seonghwa were bickering in the next aisle over about the prices for cereal, while San and Wooyoung gathered produce. Other times, youâd run out to grab coffee in the mornings for yourself and your family, only for Hongjoong and Yunho to appear in line behind you, chatting you up about the weather the town has been having before. Youâve ran into Mingi and Jongho more times than you can count at different thrift stores, that youâre starting to think they might be stalking you.
The odd thing is, growing up in such a small town, you think youâd remember them. Itâs not that they arenât nice people, or so they seem, you just trust your neighbour, Missus Benson who youâve known for years over eight complete strangers.
Then, the rumours started. Your old school delinquent whoâs always had it in for you wanted to âtalkâ. You know exactly what thatâs code for, so you started going out less and less, being cautious to always go out with either your parents, or someone you knew to avoid running in to an old friend.
Only, you werenât the only one that noticed.
Over the past month, whether you choose to acknowledge it or not, you have been growing loser to those eight mysterious men. Yunho and Wooyoung never fail to make you laugh, or crack a smile, even unwillingly. Seonghwa and Jongho are always there with recommendations with natural remedies for sudden aches and pains. Hongjoong and Mingi quite enjoy talking to you about music, a topic you never really got to discuss in full with any of your other friends, and both San and Yeosang are great at giving advice, even subtly.
Itâs a cold Thursday morning when you coincidentally run into Yunho at the coffee shop. He looks concerned, but as soon as you bring it up, itâs like his expression does a one-eighty.
âJust worried about you, is all.â He smiles politely. âHavenât seen you around.â
The corner of your lips twitch upwards as you tense, âBeen busy.â
âIs everything okay?â His brow furrows, concern immediately washing over his features.
âYeahâŚâ movement outside the coffee shop draws your attention, and youâre quick to head towards the side entrance. âSorry, Yun, Iâve really got to go. Talk to you later?â
The sound of the front bell jingling is synonymous with the side door slamming shut, the tall male standing there as he blinks in shock. Clearly something isnât right, and when he turns back around to face front, he thinks he gets his answer.
***
Itâs a misty Monday morning when you find yourself feeling too cooped up in the house. Your whole mind is wound, and every little thing seems to set you off - your mother not muting her phone when she watches funny little videos, the sound of your fatherâs typing on his laptop. Hell, even the sound of the dogâs nails on the floor running back and forth as your sister plays with him is grating on your every nerve.Â
Which is why when the mid-afternoon rolls around, you decide that youâve had enough.
âIâm going for a walk!â You call out, not even waiting for a response as you sling your jacket over your one shoulder, and step outside.
The front door slams shut behind you, finalizing the sudden decision. Youâll take your chances traversing the familiar forest across the street. Ryder doesnât live in this immediate neighbourhood, anyways, and itâs far too dreary a day for him to be out and about. At least, in your opinion.
Sliding your jacket onto your arms, youâre quick to cross the street. The area seems particularly quiet, but with the grey clouds hanging in the sky, the mist clinging to the air, you understand why.
A small smile tugs at your features as you pause just before the one entrance to the forest. Itâs been a while since you went traversing through the woods like you were a kid again, and you can already feel the calming effects of the crisp air cooling your every sense.
Without another thought, you begin.
You walk your old path twice before deciding to sit yourself down on at your favourite spot just beside the small pond in the middle of the woods. A fallen tree provides a natural bench as you stare out across the water, some ducks swimming across the surface. You can hear the sounds of natural all around you: leaves rustling as the wind drifts through the trees, bugs humming in the background while animals forage for food. Every now and then, you can hear feet shuffling the underbrush as a couple or two walk by with their dog, holding hands and smiling at you politely as you turn to say hello.
Itâs been a while since youâve fully submersed yourself like this, and to say youâve missed it would be a huge understatement. Getting out of the house, especially on a day like today, a day with weather youâve always been fond of, has done wonders for your mood. Enough so, that you practically forget all about Ryder for the moment. Or, at least, he doesnât worry you as much as before. Really, what can he do to you now that he didnât back in school?
The sound of approaching footsteps trudging through the underbrush draws your attention. Turning reveals a girl about your age with golden locks hanging in loose curls approaching you. The closer she gets, the more you realize how blue her eyes are, and just how familiar she looks.
Her head tilts as she pauses in her steps, a curious call of your name falling from your lips. âDo you remember me?â
You smile, standing back to your feet as you face her. âOf course I do!â
She mirrors your expression as you both hug each other.
âItâs good to see you again, Gabrielle!â You comment, pulling away from her for the moment. âI havenât seen you since elementary school.â
âYou look so different!â She chuckles. âThen again, I imagine so do I.â
You nod, sharing a small laugh with her.
âI know we werenât really close in school, but would you like to walk with me for a bit and catch up?â She offers, motioning down that all too familiar path that leads to the side roads.
âSure!â You readily agree, already falling into step beside her.
The two of you talk for about an hour, sharing some details of your lives and what youâre up to now-a-days. Only, you see her brow furrowing slightly in worry as you approach that little pond area you first met once more.
âYou mentioned meeting some new faces when you came back for a visit,â she chews on her bottom lip. âDid I hear you right when you said you met Yunho?â
Your own brow furrows slightly, âYeah. What about him?â
âHe and his friends are no good.â She warns you, suddenly grabbing your arms in her hands. âYou need to stay away from them.â
âWhy does everybody keep saying that?â You shake your head, not quite understanding their concern. âThey all seem like nice guys to me.â
âThey showed up in town about two years ago, right around the time those animal attacks started happening.â She explains. âSo many people have been run out of town, or have left because of them.â
âThe guys, or the animal attacks?â You inquire, this being the first time youâve heard anything about there being any sort of animal attacks nearby.
âIt doesnât matter,â she shakes her head. âTheyâre dangerous people. Donât go anywhere near them.â
âNo, the person I need to stay away from is Ryder.â You comment, gently removing her hands from your arms. âHe still seems to hold a grudge towards me since high school.â
âHe followed you to high school?â She blinks, almost dumbfounded, at you.
Quickly, you shift your head from side to side, as if checking if the coast is clear. Youâve had this sneaking suspicion that youâre being watched ever since you entered the forest, but itâs only just recently gotten stronger. Once you determine that no one is around, you motion her closer.
âGabi, he almost killed me.â Your voice is no more than a whisper as a harsh wind blows passed. Gently, you grip the edge of your shirt, shifting slightly to raise it to about the bottom of your ribs.
Her eyes widen, a gasp escaping her lips as her hands come up to cover her mouth.
âFinal year, he cornered me in the locker room.â You let the material of your shirt fall back down to cover the jagged scar on your body, spanning from below your ribs on your right side, all the way across your stomach, and almost to your left hip. âDidnât even use a blade, but a broken piece of glass from the window he smashed to get in.â
âThatâs horrible!â Her whole body trembles. âIâm so sorry that happened!â
âBecause it happened before his eighteenth birthday, they couldnât try him as an adult yet. He got two months in juvie and a slap on the wrist. I got twenty-four stitches, and six months in recovery.â You avert your gaze. âIâm assuming heâs looking for me to finish what he started.â
âBut why?â She meets your gaze, tears lining her vision.
âI donât know,â you shrug, straightening out the front of your jacket. âI never asked, nor did I want to.â
âYou should get home, then!â She replies frantically, checking her watch. âRyder and his gang enjoy hanging out at that entrance over there with their bikes in the evenings. Itâs almost around the time he gets here.â
Frantically, she starts tugging your hand to lead you in the opposite direction.
Faintly, you begin to hear the sound of motorcycles revving in the distance.
âHurry!â She tugs you along, sparing a glance behind you only for her eyes to widen. âShit. I can just make out some of their bikes at the edge of the path. Sometimes they like to joyride through here cause itâs wide and flat enough. Let me see if I can go distract them for a bit. Iâll meet you at the front entrance in five!â
Without waiting for a response, she pushes you behind her and down he path. You can only watch as she scurries off towards the sound of revving bikes, and obnoxious laughter.
Reluctantly, you part ways, looking back over your shoulder every now and then to see if you can still catch a glimpse of Gabrielle. Only, the further you get, the harder it is to tell if sheâs alright. She took a big risk doing this for you, especially since you donât really know her all that well anymore, and you both were never really close to begin with. Still, you will not forget her kindness that easily.
At least Ryder shouldnât hurt her. From what you recall, he was always trying to impress her in elementary school.
Just as you breach the forest entrance she told you to wait by, your eyes widen. What if she did this to set you up?
No. Her shocked reaction was too genuine to fake. Besides, she was never like that before, and you do not think sheâs like that now. Either way, she should be back with you in a minute.
Five more minutes pass by, and youâve still yet to see any sight, nor hear any sound of Gabrielle. Your worry skyrockets with each passing second, and you know youâre not that far from the side road if you decided to cut through the bush. Something must have happened.
At the shriek of fear you hear faintly in the distance, you know somethingâs wrong. Even that creeping sense of being watched has left you about twelve minutes ago, and you donât know whatâs going on. Either way, youâre not going to leave Gabi to the same fate you suffered under at the hands of this man. If he wants you, then thatâs exactly who heâs going to get.
It takes you less than two minutes to reach the entrance at the side of the road, creeping along the trees to avoid being seen for as long as you can. You turn your head left to see nothing, only to turn right and see about six males sitting around on motorcycles, Gabrielle being held in their midst. She struggles to free herself, a switchblade being pressed to her throat by Ryder who wears a smug grin as he whispers lowly into her ear.
âRyder.â Your stern voice draws all of their attention as you step out of the woods. âLet her go.â
âAh, there you are.â He hums, fingers tightening on the back of Gabrielleâs neck. âTook you long enough to show up. You know I donât like to be kept waiting.â
âLet her go, she has nothing to do with this.â You keep your voice calm, hands raised defensively in front of you as you keep a fair amount of distance between you and the six men. âYou wanted me, not her.â
âI suppose you took the bait easily enough.â He chuckles, shoving Gabi to the ground.
Tear stream freely down Gabiâs cheeks as she scrambles away. All the other males offer her is condescending chuckles, tripping her as she attempts to escape.
Gabrielle runs over to you, a small scrape cut into the skin of her left eyebrow. Her hands once more find purchase on your arms, soft apologies falling from her lips.
âItâs okay.â You assure her. âGet home safely, Iâll be fine.â
She squeezes your arms, rushing back off into the suddenly silent woods and out of sight.
âSo, youâve finally returned after years of staying away, huh?â Ryder scoffs, standing from his motorcycle and slowly stalking towards you like a predator would its prey. âWhat made you stay? I thought you swore to never spend more than one evening in this town if you could.â
âOh, you know,â you reply casually, backing up all the while. âLease was about to renew, landlord raised the rent, apartment flooded. The usual.â
âConvenient,â he grins, and the sight only serves to unnerve you. âHad nowhere else to go expect dear old mom and dad.â
âYou should know.â You reply bluntly.
Everyone youâve talked to has explained how much of a deadbeat Ryder is. Heâs always trashing the town and causing mischief, but he never gets penalized for it. Bastardâs dad is a cop, no wonder he only really got off with a slap on the wrist when he hurt you all those years ago.
âHowâs that scar?â He tilts his head mockingly. âDid wonders to improve your ugly features. Too bad it didnât kill you.â He pauses ten feet from you, that switch blade getting flipped menacingly in his hand. âWant some more?â
You run.Â
Without wasting another precious moment, you turn and flee.
The sound of revving engines reach your ears as you stick to the edge of the road. Youâll have better chances of a car coming by than people walking through the woods this late at night. So, you take your chances on a flat path, sprinting along the wet pavement as the mist continues to hang in the air.
Only, you donât get very far, for two of his lackeys nearly run you off of the road when they swerve in front of you. The others are quick to surround you, but you donât even have much time to think before you feel yourself get harshly tackled to the ground.
Blow after blow is given to you, blood seeping out of cuts all along your body. Ryder lets each of his men take turns beating you, saving the knife until the very end when you can no longer feel your right arm, or the left side of your face.
Slowly, meticulously, he reopens that cut he gave you all those years ago. Heâs not gentle, either, and all you can think of is that this is just like the first time, only worse. This time, there are witnesses who choose not to help you, screams and pleas of mercy falling on deaf ears.
âThere,â he stands back to his feet, spitting on you all the while. âMaybe if youâre lucky, someone on their morning commute will find you.â He kicks you one more time for good measure as your vision begins to fade. âIf youâre that lucky, this time.â
Nothing but the sound of their maniacal laughter echoes through your mind as they rev their engines once more. The last thing you see before your world goes black is the faint glow of taillights driving off into the distance.
***
You donât know how much time has passed, but you do recognize a few things.
One: youâre terribly cold. You barely can feel your body, and consciousness is a battle to maintain as your whole being aches with a pain unlike anything ever before.
Two: you are no longer alone.
Someone seems to be calling your name frantically, your body being held within that personâs embrace. Their caress is tender, cautious not to aggravate your wounds any further than they already are.
Groggily, your eyes blink open, whole body tensing as you hear three unnatural roars sound from just off to your right.
âTell them to calm down!â The voice holding onto you snaps at someone to their left. âTheyâre scaring her.â
Finally, your gaze refocusses, and you can just make out the features of the man holding you. Your lips part, his name but a muted whisper as you attempt to speak.
âShhh,â Yunho coos, brushing a hand tenderly over the top of your head. âWeâre here now. Itâll all be okay.â
Faintly, you register the sound of someone pacing just by your head.
âThis is all my fault,â a deep voice sounds from above you. It must be whoever was pacing, for they seem to have stopped for the moment. âIf I didnât leave her alone to come get all of you, this never would have happened.â
âYou did what any one of us would have, Yeosang.â Another voice replies, a slight sigh on his lips. âIf we all hadnât of gotten here when we did, it would be much worse.â
âHere,â Seonghwa comes to kneel beside you, his arm shaking as he brings his wrist to your lips, âDrink this.â
You try to protest, to resist the red liquid which pours soothingly down your throat, but you cannot. You are far too weak at the moment to do anything other than obey, and besides, youâll probably die soon. So, whatâs the difference if you comply with the wishes of a strange request?
Only, the moment the warmth touches your tongue, you begin to feel strength returning to you. Your breathing is evening out with every breath you take, your wounds slowly seeming to close. The pain is starting to dissipate, and you find you are regaining feeling in all parts of your body.
Your vision clears further, and you can see Hongjoong standing off to the side, both him and Wooyoung looking absolutely livid as the sound of snapping branches reaches your ears. Shifting your gaze, you see both Mingi and San rush out of the woods far too quickly for any human to do, dried blood coating their hands as dirt covers their arms.
Finally, the eldest pulls his wrist away, wiping at the small stain of red that coats your lips with his thumb. Silently, as he does so, the six others standing around you converge.
Yunhoâs whole body shakes. You can feel it trembling against you as he pulls you into his chest. His grip is desperate, clinging to you for dear life as if you may disappear again at a momentâs notice.
âWho did this to you?â His voice is calm; deadly. Like the approach of an oncoming storm.
You look down, noticing the torn material of your shirt. Your hands shake as you watch that scar youâve had for the majority of your life finish healing, the line youâve become so accustomed to fading into nothing.
Blood still covers the majority of your body, yet all you can do is stare at your hands for the moment. Slowly, you raise them, touching the tips of your fingers to your thumbs, and counting to twenty in your mind. You blink a few times, still debating on if this is really happening or not.
You tilt your head, almost inquisitively, âHowâŚâ
âSheâs in shock.â Jongho comments.
âOf fucking course she is!â San replies, clearly exasperated as he nearly tears his hair out of his skull. âWe only found her bleeding out and on the verge of death at the side of the road!â
You flinch at his tone, and they all take a step towards you.
âWatch it, San.â Mingi warns.
âLike you are fairing any better.â Wooyoung snaps, arms crossed over his chest. âTearing out the whole forest isnât going to catch the bastard that did this to our ma-â
âWho did this to you?â Hongjoongâs inquiry is a tad softer than Yunhoâs as he crouches beside you. His blond hair is pushed up and away from his face, hiding nothing of his expression of concern as he reaches for your hands. Still, he cannot hide the tremble in his own.
Your lips part, voice catching in your throat. Desperately, you attempt to find the words to say, but none seem to want to come out.
A blink, and Yeosang comes to crouch beside Hongjoong, drawing your attention to him for the moment.
âWas it Ryder?â He keeps his inquiry low, tone even as he meets your gaze.
After a moment of hesitation, you nod. Slowly.
The males all tense around you, but none so much as the one holding you.
âHe was the one-â Yunho swallows thickly. âThe one that made you flee the coffee shop that day.â
Again, you nod.
âHe gave you that scar you showed Gabrielle today.â Yeosang continues, and in the back of your mind, you wonder how he knew that. Though, from the way your injuries have miraculously healed, the rumours youâve heard, and those roars you heard not even ten minutes ago, youâre starting to piece two and two together. âHe did this to you."
The way you swallow, quite thickly at that, is answer enough.
âIâll fucking kill him for touching you.â Wooyoung seethes, his eyes flashing beneath the dull light of the moon now peeking through the clouds.
âBastard is lucky to still be fucking breathing right now,â Sanâs chest heaves with every breath, hands clenched tightly into fists at his sides.
Hongjoong stands back to his feet, turning his back to you as he methodically cracks his neck from side to side.
Gently, Yunho hands you off to Seonghwa, who is more than happy to cradle you in his hold.
âJongho, Seonghwa, Yeosang, take her home.â Hongjoong rolls his shoulders, only to spare a glance back at you in the next moment. He smiles reassuringly before turning to face front, the others coming to stand beside him in a line. âThe rest of us are going hunting.â
A blink, and the five other males have disappeared from sight.
Words of protest begin to form at your lips as you feel yourself being picked up quite easily by the eldest from the ground. Youâre still trying to wrap your head around the events that have taken place before your very eyes, but the longer you think about it, the more your head begins to hurt.
âShh,â Seonghwa coos into your ear, turning back towards the forest and beginning to walk down he path with the other two males in tow. âJust sleep.â
You want to fight it, but at the sudden fatigue that clouds your mind, you have no choice but to fall unconscious for the second time this evening.
***
This time, when you wake, the sound of a crackling fire greets your ears. You can feel yourself being held in someoneâs embrace, a soothing hand being brushed over your back as you curl into what you assume is their chest. The odd part is, even though you remember everything, you feel safe, and you certainly feel warm.
A small groan escapes you, your hands coming up to rub at your eyes. You manage to push yourself the slightest bit away from whoever seems to be resting with you on the couch, feeling their chest shake with a chuckle as you nearly fall backwards onto the floor.
âFeeling better?â Itâs Yeosang.
You blink, quite a few times at him laying in front of you, just casually holding you steady so you donât go tumbling from the couch.Â
âUh, yeah.â You clear your throat. âThanks.â
Slowly, with his help, you sit up. He helps you wrap the blanket you had been using around your shoulders, and thatâs when you notice both Jongho and Seonghwa sit in the same room as you. Each male occupies a separate armchair, gazes locked on your form as they observe your ever move with nothing but worry in their eyes.
âAre you okay?â Jongho leans forward the slightest, fingers desperately clutching the sides of his chair as he looks to you.
You wrap the blanket tighter around yourself as you nod.Â
You stare at the floor, keeping your voice low. âHow did you find me?â
The three males share a look between one another.
âWe-â Seonghwa swallows thickly, averting his gaze to the side. âWe could smell your blood.â
Before another word can be said from any of you, the sound of a door opening reaches your ears. Glancing up reveals five more men flooding into the room, red coving nearly every free inch of their skin.
Your eyes nearly bug right out of your head, especially when Wooyoung comes to kneel right in front of you, reaching for you with nothing but concern on his features. Only, you cannot help but to push yourself away from him and as far back into the couch as you can go.Â
His expression droops.
âWooyoung.â Hongjoong hisses.
âPlease donât be scared of us,â he keeps his voice low, nonthreatening. âWe would never hurt you.â
âGive her some space,â Yunho drags the male back by the collar of his shirt. âShe nearly died tonight, the last thing she needs to be is crowded.â
Each male does not fail to miss the way you flinch at Yunhoâs words.
âI understand why people told me to stay away from all of you, now.â You keep your voice low, clearing the roughness of your dry throat as you speak.
You notice the way they all tense, expressions falling, even if only the slightest bit.
âAre you scared of us?â Hongjoongâs tone is soft, nothing but a gentle inquiry as he meets your gaze.
âShould I be?â You quirk a brow. âBecause Iâm pretty sure if you were half as bad as people said you were, you would have left me for dead at the side of the road.â
This time, itâs their turn to flinch at the reminder of the state they found your body in.
âRight now, I need honesty.â You spare a glance around at all of them as you curl in tighter to yourself. âCan you afford me that?â
âAlways.â Mingi breathes, taking a step towards you as if he wants to comfort you.
You take a deep breath in, âYou all arenât human.â
A statement which they pick up on.
âThat is correct.â Yunho nods, swallowing somewhat thickly.
âYouâre responsible for those animal attacks starting around two years ago that Gabi told me about.â Again, another statement.
âYes and no,â San grimaces. âThere were a few other covens that tried to follow us here. We ran them off.â
You can feel your heart pounding inside your chest as you continue to stare at the floor. The fire crackles to the side.
âYouâre vampires.â
A stillness passes over the room.
âWe are.â Yeosang confirms, and he notices how you donât necessarily retreat any further away from him on the couch this time.
You look up, sparing a glance around the room and fully taking in the bloody appearances of the five males who entered not that long ago. Your hands tighten on that blanket around your form.Â
âYou killed them, didnât you?â The words are no more than a whisper on your lips, but they all still manages to hear.
âOf course we did.â Wooyoung states, rather firmly.
You meet his gaze. âWhy?â
The eight males nearly blink in surprise.
âThey hurt you.â Mingi replies, as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world. âHe hurt you.â
âWhy go through all of these lengths to help me?â You spare another glance around the room at all of them.
They all seem to blink in mild surprise.
âBecause you are important to us.â Hongjoong shifts to crouch in front of you, gently reaching over to clasp your hand in his own.
âYou met me a little over three weeks ago.â You deadpan.
âWeâve been searching for you much longer than that.â Seonghwa breathes out, shifting so that heâs sitting on the edge of his seat.
Your brow furrows. âWhat do you mean by that?â
âHow much do you know about our kind?â San asks, sitting across from you on the opposite couch.
Your eyes narrow slightly at him, figuring this to be some sort of test. âIâll admit, Iâm rather ignorant when it comes to your ways. I donât think Twilight or Dracula are good history books.â
Mingi and Wooyoung snort, âYouâve got that right.â
âBasics are the same,â Yunho says, beginning to list off, âWe need blood, or blood substitutes to survive. Strength, speed, abilities, all the same.â
âSunlight, garlic, and crosses are all null though.â Wooyoung shrugs, plopping on the couch right beside San.
âThough, there always seem to be one aspect never mentioned for our kind.â Yeosang mumbles, somewhat disappointedly.
âNo, the wolves seen to get that aspect more than we do.â Seonghwa rolls his eyes, sitting back in his chair.
âAspect?â You spare a look around the room before your eyes settle in on the soft brown ones of the male kneeling before you.
âThere are many different words for it,â Hongjoong begins. âFated, life partners, lost souls,â his eyes flash as he watches you carefully, âmates.â
Your head tilts forward in disbelief, âYou expect me to believe vampires have soulmates?â
âBelieve it or not, we do.â Yunhoâs voice is but a mere exhale on his lips as he looks to you, a certain type of fondness suddenly shining there you have never seen before.
Your head begins reeling.
âNone of our kind really know how it works,â San looks down at his hands, beginning to pick at some of the dried blood lingering there.Â
âIt can happen at any stage in our lives, but there comes a point where we begin to feel drawn to a place.â Seonghwa explains.
âSometimes itâs a hometown, other times itâs where they currently live.â Mingi adds.
âWe all felt that pull,â Hongjoong breathes. âTo here.â He meets your gaze. âTo you.â
âWe spent a full year in this area before we realized you were no longer living in town.â Wooyoungâs gaze drops to his lap, a sort of defeated longing taking over his features.
You notice how none of them meet your gaze now, and realization settles in your bones.Â
You inhale sharply. âYou tracked me.â
âWhen youâve lived as long as we have, you begin to think these stories of so called âfatedâ are simply legend.â Hongjoong admits. âSo when we finally felt that pull, we wanted to do anything to keep it.â He squeezes your hand gently. âTo find you.â
A sort of ease lifts some of the tension from the room as it settles over the eight of them
âAnd we did.â Mingi smiles softly at you, blinking back the tears that suddenly spring to his eyes.
âGetting to know you was the next step,â Wooyoung says, a sort of eager gleam shining in his eyes now.
âOf course, we donât know everything.â Yunho shoots him a pointed look.
âOnce we knew youâd be coming for a visit back home, it made things a little easier,â Jongho admits, his fingers beginning to dance along the armrests of his chair.
Your eyes narrow suspiciously. âThatâs sweet, and all, but you only talked to me because fate told you to?â
âNo!â Seonghwa is quick to protest, extending his arms in front of himself as panic crosses all of their features.
âWe wanted to get to know you first, before truly deciding on anything.â Yeosang says, noticing how you turn your gaze to meet his own as he speaks. He smiles shyly, averting his gaze in the next moment.
Of course, theyâre not going to tell you the lengths they went to just to get you to stay at your hometown for longer than you had planned. Itâs not like they planned to let you leave them. Not when theyâve finally found you. Not when youâre finally theirs.
âAnd do I get a choice in this?â You quirk a brow.
The males all share a look.
âOf course you do!â Hongjoong assures you. âWe would never force you to be with us.â
However, sabotaging any other partners you may desire is not completely off the table. Theyâll all make sure to appear as the best options for you. Them, and only them.
You nod in understanding. Beginning to push yourself off of the couch. Luckily, Hongjoong seems to pick up on your movements, helping you off of the couch and to your feet in the next moment.
âThis is a lot to think about.â You reply, rather bluntly. âA lot has happened, and I really just want to go to sleep.â
Seonghwa stands. âIâll show you to your room.â
Again, your eyes nearly bulge out of your head.
âNo.â You shake your head. âI am going home, and then we can discuss this later. Preferably when over half of you are not covered in blood from ripping someone apart.â
âOh, believe me, Gorgeous,â Wooyoung grins, though it serves to unnerve your more than anything, âwe did more that that to that bastard.â
Your whole body tenses, and you watch as San reaches over to smack Wooyoung upside the head.
âOw,â he rubs at the tender spot, âWhat the hell was that for?â
At the jerk of Sanâs chin in your direction, Wooyoung takes in your tense state.
You blink, clearing your thoughts. âOne of you, take me home.â
Turning towards the door youâre positive the five had entered from earlier, you begin to make your way out of the room. All eight of them are quick to follow, Seonghwa offering to drive you back to your place for the evening. Both Yunho and Hongjoong offered, but seeing as theyâre still bathed in blood, you opted to decline.
The whole drive back to your home is silent, Seonghwa attempting some small talk with you only for you to shut him down every time. Youâve been through a lot this evening, and thereâs been a lot of information for you to process, so of course the eldest isnât phased in the slightest. Ever the gentleman, he still bids you a goodnight, and waits until you get inside your house and have turned on your bedroom light before driving off into the night.
That evening, as you lay in bed, all you can do is toss and turn. Your mind swims with everything youâve learned, yet you find yourself more relaxed than anything. Itâs as if this is always what was meant to be.
With that thought, you turn onto your side, clutching your pillow firmly to your chest. Not even ten minutes later, you succumb to sleep, breathing evening out as your curtains sway in the breeze.
Silently, eight presences enter your room, completely undetected beneath the light of the moon.
âThat went better than planned,â Wooyoung comments, a giddy grin tugging at his lips.
âShe seems to be taking things well,â Seonghwa nods his agreement.
âIt helps that she already knows us.â Jongho hums, shifting in closer to your bed until heâs right beside your nightstand.
âWe still donât know if sheâll fully accept us.â Yunho reaches out for you, only to stop himself when he feels Yeosangâs hand on his wrist.
âLetâs not push our luck tonight, yeah?â He shoots a sharp look at the taller male.
âEither way, weâll never let her out of our sights again.â Thereâs a low growl on Sanâs lips as he says this, filling the space with a promise which is echoed by each one of his brothers standing around you in that room.
âNothing will ever bring her harm,â Mingi kneels behind the opposite side of your bed, hand gently resting on the edge so as not to alert you of his presence. The whole time, his eyes remain locked on your figure, dead heart racing with nothing but love as he gazes at you fondly. âWeâll make sure of it.â
âThat we will.â Hongjoong hums, coming to kneel as close to your sleeping figure as he can.Â
Softly, he trails his gaze over your body, noticing how you seem to shiver beneath the gentle breeze that flits through your room. He pulls your covers over your arms, risking a tender caress against your cheek once heâs done.Â
âWeâll watch over you, Our Precious Fated,â He whispers lowly, hearing soft growls of agreement echo once more around the room from all of them. âYou never have to worry about anything again. We promise: we'll always bring you home.â
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Jackie, I am so sorry about the people who are trying to rush you. You have a life and you arenât a writing machine. This topic fires me up, because as someone who stopped writing because of comments like those, please donât feel rushed or pressured in any way. I hope this announcement đđ helps.
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It probably wonât, but I appreciate the thought nonetheless.
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The audacity of these anonymous askers. đ
Part 10 on Paradise? Any time on that
Are you- are you fucking kidding me? Like, are you serious right now?
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