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happy birthday!!! I hope you’ll have an amazing day 💕✨🌸
Thank you so much !! I did have a great birthday, just a small sleepover w my bsf :) We watched You and I got chicken katsu curry and they got sushi, very yummy
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BBBG I HOPE 17 IS FUN 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️
(ew why are you the same age as me i JUST started feeling better about being older than you 😔)
You can still be grandma dw I'm sure your alzheimers is already kicking in
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Honestly? I'd thank wooyoung fr I could use 20 cutouts of mingi >:)
Thank you so much my love, and sorry for the late reply (I was drinking)
23:47 — s.mg
“okay, promise you won’t get mad at me?” mingi holds out a pinky to your blindfolded figure, and you’re left in confusion when you feel his pinky finger grazing your hand. you furrow your eyebrows. “why would i get mad at you, love?”
“just promise!” he urges you, and you hold your hands up in the air before letting out an ‘okay!’ and hooking your pinky with his, promising that you wouldn’t get mad over whatever he had planned.
“you’re not crossing your fingers or anything, right-”
“mingi get on with it!” you push him, growing impatient as you both stood outside your apartment door, ready to go in and just ring in your birthday while you're in bed, peacefully cuddled up in your sheets and sleeping.
mingi holds you back from entering your home last minute as he whispers in your ear. “just to let you know that although i am your boyfriend, this was all wooyoung’s idea-”
“YOU TOOK AN IDEA FROM WOOYOUNG?!?!” you exclaim, now dreading what state your apartment is in. you step backwards as you stumble a little, the black blindfold still restricting you from seeing anything around you, making mingi hold you tightly in his arms as he grows nervous.
“listen, we wanted it to be a surprise…” mingi trails off, then clears his throat. “let’s just go in, yeah? and then you’ll see the surprise!” he smiles brightly, trying to keep any evidence of stress or nervousness evident on his face.
you both soon walk into your shared apartment, and you take off your blindfold to be met with about an army’s worth of mingi cutouts all facing you, staring you down as you stare back at them with shock. you couldn’t even count up to 20 before losing track, and you feel all the colourful words come up into your mouth. turning towards him, mingi grins sheepishly at you before bolting out the door, whipping open the door to the staircase as you chase after him.
“SONG MINGI!” you scream, running up the stairs and following him into a random open apartment as he screams bloody murder, throwing his arms up in the air as he waves them around.
before you can register where you even were at the moment, the lights flash on and screams erupt all around you as cameras are pointing towards you.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!!!”
you pull your phone to check the time, and shining right back at your face were the numbers 00:00, indicating that it indeed was your birthday.
you start to thank everyone as they wished you happy birthday, some people giving you pats on the back while others were screaming in your face and lightly giving you birthday beats. as you talk to everyone, you can’t help but look for a particularly tall, silver-haired man who might be lurking amongst the crowd, hiding himself from your wrath, when you spot him in the hallways towards the bedroom.
mingi doesn’t even notice you marching over to him before he yelps out as he’s dragged into a bedroom.
“did you plan this?” you ask him, crossing your arms as you look up at him.
“YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!” he shrieks, holding his chest as he breaths heavily. you slap his arms as he flinches, putting his arms down. “well?”
“...yes.” he hangs his head down.
you fake a scowl before giving in and going in for a hug, taking mingi by surprise as he slowly hugs back.
“thank you.” you whisper to him, pinching his side playfully.
“AH- oh uh, you're welcome, baby.” he breathily laughs, flinching as he wraps his arms around you in a warm embrace, rubbing your shoulders in endearment.
you both stay silent before you interrupt the silence.
“now where’s wooyoung?”
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That's all folks !! Just to reiterate, only logging in on the 20th in case anyone wants to wish me happy birthday :)
(I still read fanfic so if I get a birthday one I'll be a happy lad)
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UPDATE !!
Hey everyone, it's ya boi. So a few more updates about me rn
- going to visit a prestigious uni for a scheme :)
- single asf :(
- love eng lit + socio :)
- hating psych :(
- mentally ill :(
Due to these reasons and just a general disconnect from writing, this account will now be permanently inactive. Thank you to each and every one of the 1362 of you that have made this experience so amazing !! I really do appreciate all of you, especially my amazing moots. It is quite saddening to say goodbye after I think like 2-3 years? I can't remember when I switched from my old account lol.
To give a bit more context - I have little to no passion anymore. What little of it I do have, I try to funnel into creating a portfolio if I do decide to take creative writing at university. That, also paired with the lack of engagement I was getting especially over the summer, really took a toll. I understand for obvious reasons why (I am apparently very notorious in the atiny writing community lmao) but still, interaction is what keeps writers going.
So yeah, I'm out. I'm celebrating my 17th this month so I'll check in on the next day (20th) if anyone wants to send any messages. I won't delete the account but I will be deleting all personal posts so that only this inactivity post and my fics remain.
Again, thank you for the support and I hope you all have an amazing 2024 and so on!
I may return when I turn 18 if my mental health improves, but I will not be returning any time soon imo.
- Miles ♡
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Gonna tag this properly since it was finished anyways
Just anything with Dilf ateez please 🙏🥵💀💜
“You have a lot of nerve for someone so young.”
Gulping, you bowed your head as the man in front of you eyed the papers in front of him, his gaze piercing behind his dark frames. Song Mingi was handsome in all senses of the word, from his startling( some may even say godlike) features to the shock of blond hair styled perfectly on top of his head. Wherever he went, heads turned in awe and affection, and even though he was no spring chicken, he could easily be on a runway.
Yet, this was not what had your focus, it was instead the screenshots in front of him that he was diligently sorting through. Screenshots from your social media account. He seemed to find one of your posts particularly interesting, holding it up and adjusting his glasses before speaking with a taunting tone to his voice.
“ ‘Song Mingi could crush my oesophagus with those fuckin’ thighs of his.’ ”
You took in a breath, about to excuse yourself, but he held up a hand without even looking up.
“Surely even an insolent brat like you knows children only speak when spoken to.”
Grinding your teeth, you couldn’t help but glower as he found another screenshot to his liking and read it aloud also.
“ ‘The way I would give him the most astronomical.. Gluck Gluck.. thrussy-? bonanza if he ever asked.’ I… quite an inflammatory statement, Y/N.”
Face on fire, you couldn’t help but tear up, your head hanging low so Mingi couldn’t see your tears. You mumbled under your breath and this didn’t go unnoticed, Mingi sighing before looking up at you.
“Since you do not understand the concept of silence, please enlighten me on what you’re practically dying to say.”
Meeting his gaze, your words had a bite to them as you spoke.
“I am not a child and I don’t see the need to subject me to this shaming, Mr. Song. Just fire me already.”
His brows furrowed at this, his head tilting to the side almost akin to a cat.
“Who says I’m firing you?”
It was now your turn to look confused, your body losing some of its tension and your jaw beginning to relax.
“W-…What?”
Mingi let out a chuckle, the sound deep and sultry. You loved hearing his laugh.
“At what point did I say I was firing you?”
“I- I just thought-”
Mingi rolled his eyes, letting the papers fall on his desk.
“Well, you thought wrong and frankly,”
He gestured to the papers in front of him.
“I’d take whatever thoughts I have with a grain of salt if I were you.”
Although you were all queued up for another outburst, you held your tongue and watched as Mingi stood up, coming around his desk before sitting on the corner. When he saw you shift uncomfortably, he gestured at the seat before him. You gratefully walked to it, sitting down as he considered.
“Y/N, you are one of the best secretaries I’ve ever had. Admittedly, I thought you’d consider the fact that a data handling company may have the expertise to find who runs this…”
He trailed off for a second, looking backwards at the screenshots before turning back to you.
“What do I call this? A.. fan account, I suppose?”
Your face burned as Mingi shook his head, refocusing.
“Semantics, I digress. But nevertheless, I won’t be firing you. This… childish infatuation you have with me has been addressed, and I trust this, along with your account, will come to a swift conclusion.”
You bit your tongue, words piling up and trying to escape. It was a poor habit of yours, you always wanted to get out what was on your mind. But you needed this job, and the last thing you wanted was for him to reconsider firing you. However, scrutinising as ever, Mingi saw you wanted to speak.
“What could you possibly have to say now, Y/F/N?”
Unable to contain yourself, you stood up once again, startling Mingi as you were practically inches from his face, raving like a madman.
“With all due respect sir, you’re wrong! I’m not a child, my feelings are not childish and I don’t appreciate you acting as if they are! I’m a grown adult with grown adult big people feelings for you! Infatuations don’t last years, sir! I am an adult and you will respect me as one!”
Chest heaving, your eyes widened when you had realised the entire time you had been poking Mingi’s chest, the male even more startled than before. You then took a step back, face practically on fire as your words tumbled out in a stuttered mess.
“S-sir I’m sorr-ry for my uh- my o-outb-”
“Quiet.”
Mingi stood up straight from his relaxed position on the desk, walking slowly towards you with a glint in his eye. You paced backwards as he spoke.
“Grown adult big people feelings? You can’t be serious.”
He gestured to the table with an air of anger, but there was something taunting about his gaze.
“Nothing you’ve done has been remotely adult-like! You proclaim you have adult feelings but can’t express it without screaming like some irate toddler!”
Your words bit back at him with a frustration more powerful than before.
“You wanna see me express my feelings like an adult, Song?”
“Yes! It would be a lovely fucking change, wouldn’t i-”
Your lips crashed violently onto his, moving with a hunger only desire could produce. Luckily, he reciprocated with similar eagerness, hands cupping your face as if he was scared you’d pull away. Quickly forcing your way into his mouth, your tongue explored every nook and cranny it could reach as he now pushed you up against the door, hands grasping at you as if he didn’t know where to touch first. When his hands finally decided on pushing under your shirt, you gasped into his mouth, cheeks heating as Mingi cursed and pulled you closer. You tangled a hand in the back of his hair and pulled him away, trying your hardest not to smother those plush lips of his again.
“That adult enough for you?”
Only smirking, Mingi looked lovedrunk (or the lustful equivalent of it) as his eyes held almost too much desire for you to process.
“No where near enough.”
You let go of him with a frown, wondering what you’d done wrong. He had seemed so eager..
“Wh-”
Leaning into your ear, his breath fanned over your lobe and that sickeningly attractive smirk of his was evident in his tone. Damn him and his sex appeal.
“Wanna be adult enough for me? Lock the door and get on the desk.”
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❛ that line disappears once you cross it. ❜
❛ i’m your mind giving you someone to talk to. ❜
❛ no one is going to save you. no one can. ❜
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➵ Pairing : Jongho x Fem!reader
➵ Genre : Smut + College au
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➵ A/N : Under 16’s DNI.
➵ © 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟕-𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost or use my work in any way, shape or form.
Alcohol. A great way to end a stressful exam week, according to almost the entire student body of your university. Some went out with the simple target of getting completely shitfaced drunk, others to just blow off steam. You seemed to be the former, and your boyfriend the latter.
When you and Jongho first announced you were dating, no one could believe it. You, the reckless (borderline alcoholic) party animal going out with the stoic enigma of the year? It seemed like a relationship that seemed doomed to fail, yet somehow it was thriving even with your mountainload of differences. You seemed to be teaching Jongho to live a little, whilst he seemed to be calming you down a bit.
You were a flirty person by nature, it was just your tone and way of speaking, so naturally there was many rumours of you being a notorious cheater. Many even warned Jongho away from you, but luckily the headstrong male ignored the false accusations. You both had survived your hardest year of education to date, filled with ups and downs, arguments and reconciliations, love and hate. You had made it to the finish line, so now it was time to celebrate somehow making it there against all odds.
That was why you were currently in a nearby club, popular with students due to its proximity to the university. The social butterfly you were, you were busy greeting and talking to many people, laughing away the night. Jongho on the other hand had decided to sit back after a few hello’s, preferring to sit in a booth near the back with his friends. A decision he was starting to regret. Immensely.
“Ayo! Jongho! Hohoho! Merry Christmas motherfuckers!”
Downing another shot, San let out a breath as his cheeks were tinted pink from all the alcohol he’d been consuming. Wooyoung let out a whoop, following suit as Yeosang looked on in disgust. Surprisingly, instead of joining in like they’d usually do, Mingi and Yunho were somewhere on the dance floor, doing god knows what to god knows who. When San passed a drink to Yeosang, he screwed up his face in disgust.
“Whatever shit you lot’ve spiked that drink with is your business, leave me out of it.”
Scoffing, San shrugged and drank it himself, his head already swimming. Jongho’s attention however, was not on his heavily drunk friend. It was on you, talking and laughing with another guy on the dance floor. Usually this wouldn’t faze him, but it was just something about the unfiltered lust the male’s expression that washed a wave of unease over Jongho. He had to trust you though, even if you were being completely oblivious to this stranger’s attempts to get closer to you. And the fact that he had to watch this, angered him beyond comparison.
So as San swayed in his seat, Jongho took a few of the shot glasses away from him, much to San’s annoyance.
“Stop hogging the alcohol!”
Whining, San stretched across the table for one of the glasses, soon disappointed however when Jongho downed the shot. Before he could complain any more, Jongho drank the remaining glasses too, ignoring the burn and burping once he was done. While the others merely cheered him on in their intoxicated state, Yeosang looked at Jongho as he stood up with confusion, and a little bit of worry.
“You alright, man? That’s a little much, you don’t usually drink that much alcohol in one go.”
Yeosang’s hand darted out to steady the younger when he swayed slightly, soon however being swatted away. Jongho’s expression was gloomy, and the last thing Yeosang wanted to do was anger the boy. Before he could prod a little more however, Mingi stumbled up to the table, wrapping his arms around Jongho as he nuzzled his cheek.
“Sweetcheeks!~ Can I have some - hic!- more drinks pwetty pwease~”
Already used to Mingi’s overly affectionate drunk side, Jongho shrugged him off before sighing and nodding, letting the older drag him to the bar. He needed to get his mind off of you, so what better way than drinking till his mind can’t think at all?
It took a while for you to find your boyfriend after you finally managed to separate from the stranger that had been keeping you occupied, the male seemingly disappearing. After checking a few spots you found Yunho on the dance floor, tapping his shoulder so he’d bend slightly lower so you could shout over the music.
“I can’t find Jongho, where is he?”
Shrugging, Yunho smiled and twirled you around before replying.
“Last time I saw him, he was heading to the bar with Mingi. But that was about.. 40 minutes ago?”
Nodding, you thanked the male before patting his butt, earning a wink from the giant. You then made your way over to the bar, surprised to see that Jongho was still there. Even more surprisingly, he was completely drunk out of his mind.
He was slumped on Mingi, both men chuckling drowsily as they downed another shot. You called out to him as you approached, expression turning from light confusion to shock when Jongho winked at you. He turned his bar stool to face you and as soon as you were in range, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you between his spread legs.
Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as his hands fell to your hips, kissing your neck and nuzzling it as he stroked circles on your love handles. This was definitely not like Jongho, usually he’d get all nervous if you did anything more than hold his hand in public, let alone grope him like he’s doing to you now. You couldn’t help however the warm feeling that pooled in your stomach due to his needy behaviour.
“Jongho, w… what’s u-”
Jongho interrupted you with a kiss, gently tugging on your plump lips before whispering into the embrace.
“I missed you so much, Cub.”
Your body stiffened at the pet name, knowing it was something Jongho called you behind closed doors. Something he called you when he needed you.
“J-Jjongie…”
His lips fell to their rightful place on your neck once again, one of his hands moving behind while the other traversed your arms until it landed on the opposite side of your neck. He pulled you forward once again, flush against his chest with such haste that you had to steady yourself on his thighs. Jongho seemed to enjoy this, soft vibrations making a shiver run up your spine as you began to feel something growing in front of you.
“You smell so good today, why do you smell so fucking good?”
You couldn’t help but tighten your grip on his thighs, drawing a low moan from the male. He let his hand roam freely over the curve of your ass, merely chuckling into your neck when you gasped in outrage.
“J-Jongho! We’re in public! God, what has gotten into you?! Are you that drunk?!”
He nodded and began nipping at your neck, eventually latching onto your sweet spot. As he suckled your supple skin your reserve began to waver, and your mind began to stray from your moral compass. Hey, who could blame you? Your drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend is practically ready to ravish you and it wasn’t as if you don’t have alcohol affecting your decisions too. At least, that’s what you reasoned to yourself when you pulled away from Jongho and tapped a sleeping Mingi.
“We’re gonna head out, tell the others if they come asking for us.”
Simply nodding, Mingi’s head connected with the wooden bar top mere seconds later, knocked out cold. Jongho’s hands snaking around your waist however brought your focus back to him, especially when they travelled a bit too high. Swatting him away, you gave Jongho a glare when he rested his hands atop your shoulders instead, already planning in his mind to take a detour down south at the first opportunity that presented itself.
“Let’s get you out of here, Mr. Loverboy.”
Since, most likely, your dorm mates would be spending the night in someone else’s bed, you decided to bring Jongho back to your dorm. You reasoned it was because you didn’t want him to disturb any of the others, if they actually came home for once after a night out, but deep down you knew that wasn’t the truth. After all of Jongho’s teasing, your mind had gone to filthy places, so you didn’t want the two of you to disturb the others. You knew what was gonna happen when you got back home.
Jongho was swaying a little bit as he walked down the street, his arm hooked securely over your shoulders as he stopped every few metres to pepper your face with kisses. That damned free hand of his kept wandering over your body, apparently unable to make it to the building right in front of you.
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Just anything with Dilf ateez please 🙏🥵💀💜
“You have a lot of nerve for someone so young.”
Gulping, you bowed your head as the man in front of you eyed the papers in front of him, his gaze piercing behind his dark frames. Song Mingi was handsome in all senses of the word, from his startling( some may even say godlike) features to the shock of blond hair styled perfectly on top of his head. Wherever he went, heads turned in awe and affection, and even though he was no spring chicken, he could easily be on a runway.
Yet, this was not what had your focus, it was instead the screenshots in front of him that he was diligently sorting through. Screenshots from your social media account. He seemed to find one of your posts particularly interesting, holding it up and adjusting his glasses before speaking with a taunting tone to his voice.
“ ‘Song Mingi could crush my oesophagus with those fuckin’ thighs of his.’ ”
You took in a breath, about to excuse yourself, but he held up a hand without even looking up.
“Surely even an insolent brat like you knows children only speak when spoken to.”
Grinding your teeth, you couldn’t help but glower as he found another screenshot to his liking and read it aloud also.
“ ‘The way I would give him the most astronomical.. Gluck Gluck.. thrussy-? bonanza if he ever asked.’ I… quite an inflammatory statement, Y/N.”
Face on fire, you couldn’t help but tear up, your head hanging low so Mingi couldn’t see your tears. You mumbled under your breath and this didn’t go unnoticed, Mingi sighing before looking up at you.
“Since you do not understand the concept of silence, please enlighten me on what you’re practically dying to say.”
Meeting his gaze, your words had a bite to them as you spoke.
“I am not a child and I don’t see the need to subject me to this shaming, Mr. Song. Just fire me already.”
His brows furrowed at this, his head tilting to the side almost akin to a cat.
“Who says I’m firing you?”
It was now your turn to look confused, your body losing some of its tension and your jaw beginning to relax.
“W-…What?”
Mingi let out a chuckle, the sound deep and sultry. You loved hearing his laugh.
“At what point did I say I was firing you?”
“I- I just thought-”
Mingi rolled his eyes, letting the papers fall on his desk.
“Well, you thought wrong and frankly,”
He gestured to the papers in front of him.
“I’d take whatever thoughts I have with a grain of salt if I were you.”
Although you were all queued up for another outburst, you held your tongue and watched as Mingi stood up, coming around his desk before sitting on the corner. When he saw you shift uncomfortably, he gestured at the seat before him. You gratefully walked to it, sitting down as he considered.
“Y/N, you are one of the best secretaries I’ve ever had. Admittedly, I thought you’d consider the fact that a data handling company may have the expertise to find who runs this…”
He trailed off for a second, looking backwards at the screenshots before turning back to you.
“What do I call this? A.. fan account, I suppose?”
Your face burned as Mingi shook his head, refocusing.
“Semantics, I digress. But nevertheless, I won’t be firing you. This… childish infatuation you have with me has been addressed, and I trust this, along with your account, will come to a swift conclusion.”
You bit your tongue, words piling up and trying to escape. It was a poor habit of yours, you always wanted to get out what was on your mind. But you needed this job, and the last thing you wanted was for him to reconsider firing you. However, scrutinising as ever, Mingi saw you wanted to speak.
“What could you possibly have to say now, Y/F/N?”
Unable to contain yourself, you stood up once again, startling Mingi as you were practically inches from his face, raving like a madman.
“With all due respect sir, you’re wrong! I’m not a child, my feelings are not childish and I don’t appreciate you acting as if they are! I’m a grown adult with grown adult big people feelings for you! Infatuations don’t last years, sir! I am an adult and you will respect me as one!”
Chest heaving, your eyes widened when you had realised the entire time you had been poking Mingi’s chest, the male even more startled than before. You then took a step back, face practically on fire as your words tumbled out in a stuttered mess.
“S-sir I’m sorr-ry for my uh- my o-outb-”
“Quiet.”
Mingi stood up straight from his relaxed position on the desk, walking slowly towards you with a glint in his eye. You paced backwards as he spoke.
“Grown adult big people feelings? You can’t be serious.”
He gestured to the table with an air of anger, but there was something taunting about his gaze.
“Nothing you’ve done has been remotely adult-like! You proclaim you have adult feelings but can’t express it without screaming like some irate toddler!”
Your words bit back at him with a frustration more powerful than before.
“You wanna see me express my feelings like an adult, Song?”
“Yes! It would be a lovely fucking change, wouldn’t i-”
Your lips crashed violently onto his, moving with a hunger only desire could produce. Luckily, he reciprocated with similar eagerness, hands cupping your face as if he was scared you’d pull away. Quickly forcing your way into his mouth, your tongue explored every nook and cranny it could reach as he now pushed you up against the door, hands grasping at you as if he didn’t know where to touch first. When his hands finally decided on pushing under your shirt, you gasped into his mouth, cheeks heating as Mingi cursed and pulled you closer. You tangled a hand in the back of his hair and pulled him away, trying your hardest not to smother those plush lips of his again.
“That adult enough for you?”
Only smirking, Mingi looked lovedrunk (or the lustful equivalent of it) as his eyes held almost too much desire for you to process.
“No where near enough.”
You let go of him with a frown, wondering what you’d done wrong. He had seemed so eager..
“Wh-”
Leaning into your ear, his breath fanned over your lobe and that sickeningly attractive smirk of his was evident in his tone. Damn him and his sex appeal.
“Wanna be adult enough for me? Lock the door and get on the desk.”
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You knew it was stupid to go out at night.
You’d heard the horror stories time and time again of women stolen away in the dead of night. You’d heard of bodies being found in the river, in ditches, in basements. You’d heard of the screams that echoed in the dead of night, when there was no one up to hear them. You’d heard of this, yet your late night walks still became a daily habit.
You didn’t do much, just pace around the backstreets behind your house. The backstreets that you knew like the back of your hand. If, for some odd reason, something actually happened to you, you knew every nook and cranny that you could hide away in. You weren’t the strongest persay, but you did know how to work around what you lacked in. So, you were pretty sure that if trouble reached you, you’d be able to keep yourself out of it.
Oh, how stupid of you.
See, there was a man just like you. Jung Yunho. He enjoyed late night walks, knew your area and was tall and generally strong. He was everything you were, plus a little extra on the top. And he planned to use that little extra to his advantage. He was going to use it to my take you, and make you his.
You’d interacted with Yunho a few times, nothing more than the small interactions that slowly form when you see a person so frequently. Hi, how are you, where abouts do you live, what do you do. Slowly but surely, the two of you got to know each other, and eventually your walks were now with him. Every night, 10 pm sharp. It was sweet that he’d wait outside your gate for you, sometimes with a snack for the both of you to pick on.
His eyes seemed to sparkle as he animatedly talked about his day, in turn smiling and nodding eagerly when you recounted yours. He brought you an umbrella on rainy days, and he protected you from motorbikes that came tearing through the backstreets. Everything about him was sweet, until he turned sour.
On that fateful night, you didn’t come out at 10pm. At 10:10, he knocked on your door. No answer. At 10:15, he went to the windows and peered in. Dark. At 10:16, he used the drainpipe to climb to where he knew your window was, frantic with worry. Empty. Where were you? Had something happened? 10pm. You always came out at 10pm, no later. But it’s not 10pm, and you’re not here. Why weren’t you there?! It was 10pm, his 10pm! Where were you?!
Just as he scurried back down the drainpipe, about to call the police, he heard the slam of a car door and your laughter. He checked the time. 10:23pm. Why had you gotten back so late? What had kept you out so late? …Who had kept you out so late? He heard a voice, a male voice, talking to you. Talking to his Y/N. You went.. out with a- a man?! He crept around the corner, eager to see just who this was.
“See? I beat your ass, just like I said I would!”
Yunho’s blood boiled when you laughed again, slapping the man’s arm lightly. So melodic and pretty, a sound only heshould be hearing. You looked so pretty today, your clothes nicer than usual and your makeup more careful. Why had you put so much effort into meeting this mystery man?
“Well, I only get to see your pretty face like once a month, so sorry if I was a little distracted.”
Yunho’s eyes widened at this, hand to his mouth when you ruffled the man’s hair, his cheeks tinting at your display of affection.
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It was unbearable.
The liquid screamed and pulsed as Hongjoong fought to swallow it, clawing at his throat like a crazed animal despite being nothing more than a mix of inanimate ingredients. His head swam and colours filled his vision, the whole experience a sensory overload. The screams were now piercing as the liquid refuse to submit, a burning sensation now overtaking Hongjoong’s throat. It was almost as if the liquid knew it’s ingestion would cause unfathomable horror and pain, and was trying to keep Hongjoong from this. But Hongjoong’s innate desire was stronger than the volatile concoction he’d been trying to perfect for months, so eventually he managed to overpower it, sending it down to his stomach.
His pupils became blown, his irises completely disappearing as the transformation began. It was nothing short of hellish, the bones beneath his skin cracking in and out of place as they began to shrink. He grasped the side of his workbench and let out an animalistic scream of agony, knees buckling, unable to bear the pain coursing through his very being. Despite this however, a wide smile painted his face as he writhed helplessly.
The transformation had never gotten this far before.
Despite his delight, Hongjoong soon succumbed to the pain, unable to deal with it’s intensity. He fell to the floor and his eyes soon became bleary, the pain gnawing at his insides. It was only then that it occurred to him that he might have just killed himself, and that in actuality he was hallucinating changes as his organs shut down one by one.
What would that mean for him, since he tried to harness the power of God? Would there still be a place for him in the lord’s eternal kingdom? Or would he banished to the fiery depths of hell, deemed a blasphemous fake, just as Seonghwa had predicted? It was to this morbid question looming over his head that Hongjoong soon fell unconscious, sprawled on the floor of his lab.
Two Months Later..
Yeosang sat down at his desk with a tired sigh, chuckling lightly to himself as he raised his eyebrows at his visitor. While the one on the other side of his desk was in the formal attire expected of a gentleman of his status, Yeosang hadn’t bothered to change out of his pajamas, opting to wear his robe over the top instead. He didn’t need to adhere to such formalities with someone he was so close to. Well, used to be, many moons ago.
“We’re not getting younger, are we old friend?”
The other male laughed courteously, nodding as he took a sip of the alcohol set out for him. It had been a long day consulting with some particularly hard clients, so he was relieved that he got to end it on a (relatively) high note. It had been years since the two of them had gotten together.
“You’ve wrinkled in the time we’ve been apart, has life been that stressful without my company?”
Chortling, Yeosang nodded, taking a long drag of his own drink before replying.
“Ah yes, you do have a knack of keeping things mundane, Seonghwa.”
Seonghwa clicked his back and adjusted his tie, knowing his next words would touch a nerve. But he had to insist, even if it meant he’d get nothing but aggravation from his counterpart.
“It seems Hongjoong hasn’t benefited from our time apart either, Yeosang.”
At this, the younger male stiffened, the amicable atmosphere soon deteriorating into a tense, apprehensive one. He bit his inner cheek before opening a small box, expression stony as he pulled out a cigar.
“Do not mention that name again in my house, Seonghwa, or you will not be welcomed back.”
Yeosang then produced a lighter out of his pocket, lighting his cigar before featuring to the box infront of him. Seonghwa politely declined, and the atmosphere became frosty. It was a while before the two spoke again, the air thick with both the smoke from Yeosang’s cigar and the tension surrounding them. Yeosang sighed and rubbed his temple in exasperation, exhaling a cloud before restarting the conversation, much to Seonghwa’s relief.
“He’s not someone you should be worried about, I can promise you that, Seonghwa. He’s an immoral, psychotic, delusional man, trying to play god and masking it as ‘science’! He puts real, bonafide scientists like me to shame for being in the same circle as his blasphemous ideaologies!”
Seonghwa nodded in quiet contemplation as the man in front of him took a deep dreg of his cigar, allowing his brain to digest Yeosang’s words. He took a second to respond, treading carefully with his words.
“What… ideaologies was Hongjoong discussing with you?”
Scoffing, Yeosang snuffed out his cigar, waving his hand in a dismissive manner.
“Unscientific balderdash, Seonghwa. Madman’s talk of creating life by severing the soul in two.”
A cold wave washed over Seonghwa at this, just the implications of what Yeosang was saying, if it was in fact true, sending a chill down his entire being. But he pushed his horror to the side for a second, prioritising his health and safety over accusations.
“That is not of the upmost importance, Yeosang. We mush turn the other cheek and look at the bigger picture!
Seonghwa took a deep breath for a second, trying to compose himself. He brushed a stray hair out of his face as he expression became extremely troubled. It evoked sympathy in Yeosang, who poured him another drink without asking. Seonghwa graciously nodded and finished half the cup in one go, hoping his words had chipped away at some of Yeosang’s defiance.
“I’m worried about him. He doesn’t attend events, doesn’t work. According to the rumours he spends all his time in his lab, even sleeping in it.”
Seonghwa looked over his shoulder before leaning in close, Yeosang following suit. He was unnaturally quiet after this revelation.
“I saw a glimpse of him as I was passing by the other day, and he was as weak and pale as ever. White as a sheet!”
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Day Nine: Hate sex w/ Wooyoung
✭ Word Count : did
✭ Warnings : ss
✭ A/N : Under 16’s DNI.
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Your relationship with Wooyoung was complicated to say the least.
Wooyoung was one of your fellow teammates on the Korean Olympic Reserves Team. As both of you were excellent athletes, a competition had been steadily brewing between you two. While in different weight classes and classifications, there was something about being able to rub a medal (not yet Olympic, but in due course) in Wooyoung’s face, especially after he’d suffered a humiliating defeat, that really made your day. However, this wasn’t the only way the two of you spent your time. No, sometimes instead of rubbing a medal in his face, you were rubbing your crotch on his, moaning like a bitch in heat.
Perhaps complicated was an understatement.
Tonight’s endeavours had all started when he brushed past you, hands on your hips as he murmured into your ear. The words were short, but they sent a blot of electricity shooting up your spine.
“Te deseo.”
I want you.
The two of you had decided to pick up a language neither of your respective friend groups knew so you could communicate without eager ears picking up on your words. After all, you were supposed to hate each other. You supposedly couldn’t sit in a room without bickering like children. You guessed it was true to an extent, Wooyoung was insufferable to be around, but there was something about him that left you craving for his touch even when it was paired with his smart mouth. When he was absolutely wrecking your shit, words weren’t all that important.
So here the two of you were, messily grasping at each other in your dormitory. With a competition looming everyone was required to stay at the facility, meaning you also had a roommate that would be returning soon. Luckily, the two of you were good at being quick, it was the quiet you had to work on.
With the stress piling on
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Dress up
Both you and Mingi love to play dress up on the weekend
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“You smell so sweet, my love.”
A soft sigh left your lips as Yeosang left butterfly kisses along your jawline, eyes glinting with desire as he traced his way down your neck to your shoulder. He sniffed in the delicious scent of your blood with the aura of an addict in rehabilitation; starved from a drug and craving it endlessly. For someone who had been part of the living undead for a couple hundred years, it surprised him that he was so needily impatient for the red liquid pumping through your body. Plus, he’d had his fair share of human lovers, but a thirst like this was new, and fuck, it was so tempting.
Knowing he was lost in his mind once again, you tilted your neck to the side, smiling up at Yeosang with adoration as he focused on the vein that had pushed further up to the surface. He groaned as he eventually dragged his eyes away from your exposed neck to glare at you, eyes now changing their tint slightly as he resisted the debased desires urging him to suck you dry.
“Don’t play games.”
Your smile widened as your hand rose to cup his face, stroking your thumb over his cheek.
“I’m not playing any games, Sang. I want you to feed from me, you know that.”
Sighing, Yeosang
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(is there a specific song I should ask for or…? Nvm, I’m bad at this, love you🥰🫶🏾)
DIFFERENCES - GINUWINE
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NOT ALL IMAGINARY FRIENDS LEAVE YOU AS YOU GROW UP. SOME REFUSE TO BE LEFT IN THE PAST, AND WON’T TAKE BEING FORGOTTEN AS LIGHTLY AS EXPECTED.
“Fucking hell.”
Sneezing and coughing ungraciously, the dust that had caused such a reaction from you filled the air, a mighty cloud billowing as if a volcano was about to erupt. After decades of inactivity, of course it was only natural that the boxes in your grandparents’ attic were caked in dust, yet you still couldn’t help but mumble under your breath. You didn’t expect to be assaulted every time you opened a bloody box, that’s for sure.
After a decade abroad, you had returned to your home country to help the two downsize, the large, empty house too much for them to manage alone. It had been a sad but necessary decision for them, leaving not only the house behind but a piece of their history. Fortunately for you however, not much had changed while you were away. It was pretty simple to sort the few useful boxes from the crap, and the house was like looking at an old picture. The only barrier between your current reality and the faded memories of your childhood was this layer of grime.
“God, what a load of old rubbish.”
Throwing the box to the side, you pulled another in front of you, wiping the dust off first so it didn’t assault your eyes like the others. Coughing a little, you sliced the tape off with your box cutter and opened it, mouth dropping as you saw it’s contents. Inside were all your old toys and trinkets from when you’d stay over, some worn while others close to perfect. You shifted through the boxes in quiet awe, your smile growing with every next item you took out. Each transported you to some memory that had been unaccounted for for a long time, enveloping you in the past as a wave of nostalgia washed over you. It was the item at the bottom, however, that made you almost emotional. Speaking to yourself, your touch was delicate as you lifted it out of the cardboard, scared it would break if you grasped it too hard.
“I didn’t even think it existed.”
You twisted the Cromer in your grip, inspecting every inch of it. While it didn’t exactly look brand new, nothing about it had changed since you parted with it. Flipping it, you watched intently as the sand pooled and began to flow down, piling in the bottom of the Cromer. You levelled it again so you could trace your fingers over the inscription, eyes squinting to read the faint text.
When you want to escape, when you want to deny
Turn the Cromer three times, and watch the hours pass you by
You chuckled at this, probably written by your grandpa to trick you into playing with it. Memories began to flood your mind of you on some magical island, frolicking in the sun and splashing in the water, exploring the jungle and climbing the mountains. A shadowy face was by your side every time, but you couldn’t properly remember what it used to look like. A name was on the top of your tongue, but the full thing you couldn’t remember either.
M… who starts with M…
Shaking your head, you assumed it was simply your overactive memory as a child, something that you received both praise and reprimanding about. It was one of the reasons you wanted to “escape”, it was nice to be free from the judgement of others. Shrugging your shoulders, you tipped it once again out of curiosity, placing it on the floor and watching intently as the sand slipped through the minute hole. It was fairly quick, and after two minutes all the sand had settled. A glow began to fill the room that resembled the brilliance of a sunset, but when you looked to the window, the sky was still a clear blue. Gasping, you stood up and backed away from the Cromer, watching in shock and horror as the glow only brightened. Covering your eyes, you breath heightened and your heart knocked against your ribs as the light soon became white, filling the room until suddenly, everything went dark.
“Shit, old batteries. It must’ve blown its fuse.”
You slowly took your arm down from your face, squinting in the darkness for a while, waiting for your eyes to adjust.
“Why’re the lights off?”
Putting your hands out, your brows furrowed as you tried to feel for the switch, only met by a texture that didn’t particularly feel like brick. A cold wave of fear washed over you.
No, it couldn’t be true. You must’ve fallen and hit your head. You’re dreaming right now. This isn’t real.
But to your surprise, when you paced forward and around a corner, a brilliant light filled the air in front of you. You shielded your gaze again and walked into the light (a very stupid idea, of course) tentatively. When you finally lowered your arm, the scenery in front of you almost made you stagger back into the cave, stomach churning.
It was exactly how you remembered it; beautiful green foliage reaching the sky, fruit dangling from the strong branches; a shimmering lagoon painted with all the green and blue hues that the mind could fathom; parrots and other assorted creatures filling the land with their vibrant colours. It was beautiful, but what had you reeling was that it was real. The land you thought you’d dreamt up all those cold, boring winter days, it was painfully real.
But that also meant…
“M… Mi..”
“Mingi. My name is Mingi.”
A gasp fell from your lips as a deep voice rumbled behind you. You slowly turned, and the man standing in front of you looked down at you with a sort of annoyed indifference. Scantily clad in a rag akin to Tarzan’s, Mingi had definitely changed from the tiny, awkward boy he used to be.
His muscles were taught against his bronzed skin, his crossed arms making them pop out even further. Every inch of him was pure sunburnt muscle, the tan suiting him well. His hair seemed to have been shoddily cut with a knife of sorts, no style present yet still framing his face in a way. His body was littered with scars, bruises and a few nicks and cuts, blood seeping from one of them. Despite the unfamiliarity and slight unease his off-putting gaze gave you, you felt sorry for him, your first instinct being to come closer to him. He moved back when you leaned out to touch him, hand gripping the handle of the makeshift knife tucked into his rag. You rose your hands in a sign of peace.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Mingi.”
He scoffed, grabbing your wrist when you slowly reached out again. When you tried to pull back, he only held your wrist tighter.
“How dare you come back here.”
Your brows furrowed as he pulled you towards him, teeth bared. His canines were unusually sharp, and his eyes had a glint to them that you didn’t like at all.
“What-”
“You don’t remember me? Not one bit? Are you fucking kidding me?”
Finally snapping into action, you pulled your arm away from his grip, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. Memories began to flood your brain of Mingi: playing in the sand and building a castle, paddling and splashing about in the lagoon, eating fruits and berries from the trees, climbing the very rock face you were standing on to the cave at the top. His cave. The warm cave that the two of you decorated with shells you’d discovered or the seeds from the fruits. You looked at him with newfound recognition when the startling drawing of the two of you holding hands came to the forefront of your mind, your proudest drawing ever at the time.
“Min, I-”
His voice was a deep growl as he held his head, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes. When you tried to speak again, he drew the knife at his side. It wasn’t more than a sharpened rock, but the glinting point told you all you needed to know about the danger it posed. You eyed it carefully as he spoke, brain clearly scattered.
“Y-you don’t get to do that! You abandoned m-me, left me here to rot! Don’t fuckin�� call me that!”
“Okay, okay. I won’t.”
Despite your attempts to diffuse the situation, Mingi advanced forward with his knife.
“Every day I thought about you as the months blended into years. I pined, wasted away waiting for you to come with the picnic blanket, the toys, the trinkets! I missed you, I wanted you, I believed in you!”
He let out a chuckle devoid of happiness, knife dropping slightly, pain evident in his expression.
“And you didn’t even fuckin’ remember me.”
Despite him quite literally threatening your life, a wave of guilt washed over your at his words. You remembered bringing him spare clothes, shorts and tees, so he'd have something to cover himself with. Now, as you peered closer, his rage was a shredded t-shirt of yours, caksx in years of dirt.
"Mingi, I.... I moved away. And as I grew, I thought I'd made this all up. I didn't mean to forget you, I'm very sorry."
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Forgot to add that I'll be posting all my unfinished drafts
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