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sibbydoo · 1 year

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BKDK x JunRie Series — PART 1

sometimes, the world just feels just so empty, when I get too far from you.

Here’s part 1 of a BKDK x (OnlyOneOf) Jun & Rie color-study-slash-fanart series I plan on doing!!

Part 2 Part 3

Reference | [MV] Rie “because” (be #4) - OnlyOneOf

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soobinskii · 1 month

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UP ALL NIGHT(CLUB) OVERVIEW.

"drunk on the atmosphere"

this is going to be a very long fic containing the following : drugs, alcohol, smut, fluff, angst, funny, idolxreader AND idolxidol, random idols, possible sensitive topics (death, illness, mental heath issues.)

i will update the warnings as i go...

this fic is a soobin x reader (for now) based on the old jackson wang party fics with a twist. there's going to be drama, breakups, hard times. it's going to be more realistic. (aka wattpad fanfic, party, non-idol!au)

it takes place in present day, south korea. weed is legalized in this au. this fic may have some futuristic / cyberpunk themes.

in this fic idols may play different roles, they could still be celebrities, maybe another type of celebrity, they could be usual citizens with a 9-5 job, or anything inbetween.

this is not actually how i view the idols, this is just how i write them. they may act out of character or not up to their personality. i'm just writing out of imagination. (i'm not a shipper, the idolxidol relationships are just for the plot)

character roles (ongoing) :

drug dealers :

- seonghwa, hongjoong, mingi, yunho, wooyoung. (ateez)

- johnny, jaehyun, yuta, taeyong. (nct)

- intak. (p1harmony)

- vernon, soonyoung {hoshi}, seungcheol {s.coups}, minghao {the8}, jihoon {woozi}. (seventeen)

other possible love interests :

- someone from txt, ateez or svt (may stay as soobin)

party throwers :

- jackson wang (got7)

- matthew {big matthew} (kard)

— progress : chapter one finished. | chapter two in the works..

finishing notes : sorry ! i've never written a fic overview before. lmk if i should add anything or if you'd like to know about my headcanons for someone ^^

#seventeen smut #p1harmony smut #txt smut #kard smut #bts smut #kpop smut #ateez smut #nct smut #kpop au #vav smut #onlyoneof smut #monsta x smut #the boyz smut #enhypen smut #up all night(club)

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sehnisweet · 1 year

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Drawing kyujung as that Barbie “draw your ship” thing lol

#onlyoneof #wip #fine to reblog #Seoul drift au where they get arrested #for illegal street racing #yoojung told kb it was a bad idea #he does not gaf

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kpopvillage102214 · 2 years

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《hip hop team》

Ships ------------------------------------------🌷🌻⚘🌿🍭🧁🍦~《Seungcheol × Bella 》

~Type¿?~~ father like daughter

Popularity¿?-- 67%

Suncheol things.- like a proud father. Always making sure stella is comfortable. Looking up to the leader, Suncheol is really overprotective of stella and also watch her when they're at award shows or any variety shows to make sure she's okay. And he will keep watch for Bella and staying behind her to fans don't pusher her to get to the other members and to take pictures of the members and Bella.

Wonwoon × stella

Stwoo

Type¿?-- best brother

Ship strength: 50%

This is one of those underrated ships that need to be the opposite. They are super cute together. On camera, misun love acting like a crackhead next to Wonwoon. He is the only one who never minds. And gives Bella piggyback rides at concert or maybe during an mv

~《mingyu × Bella》

~Belgyu Type¿?~ bestfriend/

Popularity: 87

Mingyu is the most overprotective brother with Bella, he loves her ways too much to let anything happen to her. When she first came, he saw how small, cute and shy she was, he was one of the first who accepted her immediately. Bella always goes to him For hugs and to get carried. He also loves the way she does vocal sing, her tone being lower than her usual voice.

~《Hansol x Bella》~

Type¿?- Bestfriend/ brother

Popularity: 78

🌷Another one who's being overprotective of her, he will do anything to protect her from the sasaeng, he was the first person that Bella has make her not uncomfortable.

#seventeen female member #seventeen 14th member au #seventeen 14th member #bts fic #Itzy #OnlyOneOf #Got7 #Yugyeom #RedVelvet

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woozten-x · 1 year

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mark x female reader first kiss fluff?

Kiss of Warmth | Mark Lee

[ m.list including other neos! ]

─ Synopsis: On a snowy day, Mark Lee is there to keep you warm regardless of the cold.

─ Genre: Tooth-rotting fluff literally!!, One-Shot, REQUESTED

─ Concepts: snowball fight, first kiss au, just reader and mark falling for each other (literally and figuratively), idk why but love with mark reminds me of winter, blonde mark because ive been in my markf era since then

─ Count of Words: 1.8k

─ Inspiration of the Work: Ultimate Bliss by OnlyOneOf

❒ a/n: tysm for requesting my lovely anon! this is my FIRST ever request and i am so happy to have someone interested <3<3 i was so excited to write something for you, so ive already had a scenario planned out the night before HAHA i hope this is to your liking, anon! :)

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Winter snowfall drops from above, the contact of some of the particles landing on your bare face causes you to shudder from the freezing cold. Instinctively, your limbs press closer against your body, hands hidden away in the pockets of your puffy jacket; the hotpack in your grasp slightly warming you from the cold battle of winter.

Despite the difficulty of the weather, you continue to wait patiently on the bench waiting for the one who promised to meet you. Looking down, your woven hat keeps your head warm and you let your feet kick at the snow underneath your feet. The sheet of snow flies into the air from the motion, the make-shift snowfall you created catching your attention for a brief moment; you continue to kick your feet, a childish yet attentive gaze captured at the repetition.

“Did I keep you waiting?” The familiar voice distracts you from your playful antics, turning your head to see your boyfriend - Mark Lee. Blonde strands of hair are captured by a red beanie, the layers of winter clothing dressing him up; a tint of red dusting the tip of his nose and cheeks from the cold. His pink lips uplifts into a captivating smile, one you are too familiar with and so in love with.

“Nope!” You get up from the bench, the yearning for his body warmth and to showcase your affection through physical touch for Mark, overtakes you. He approaches you, footprints imprinted in the white ice; he instantly opens his arms once he grows closer to you, a grin expressing from your beautiful face held a glow that Mark wishes to protect and love until the very end.

Stumbling towards him like deer on ice, you hear Mark’s laughter once he captures you into his arms. Your own laughter intertwining with his own, you rest your head against his chest to completely melt into his touch; his body heat welcoming you into a familiar serenity, the one place continuously thriving and bringing such joy for you.

Although the two of you only started dating recently, you felt like Mark has been in your life for years already. Time slows down each time in his presence, your own heart pleasantly beating against your chest as a reminder of how much you learned to love him; was this a normal feeling or was it the honeymoon phase of your relationship?

“Is something on your mind?” Mark asks, warm breath caressing the helix of your ear and you instantly shake your head at his inquiry. You look up at him with the same bright grin, “I am just so happy to see you. You know that, right?”

Mark’s round eyes become aflame, a kindling campfire within and one that holds an endearing amount of warmth. He tightly holds onto your waist, “Now I know. I’m glad, I would do anything to make my girl happy.” The cliche nickname and overwhelmingly cheesy words leaves his lips without any thought whatsoever. Instantly, his nose scrunches up to reveal his cringe.

Laughing at his reaction, Mark joins along with a few chuckles escaping him. To your dismay, his phone rings and he furrows his brows - “Damn. Who is bothering me right now?” He mutters out, seeming to be disappointed at the interruption of his time with you. “Go check! Maybe Jisung is burning down the dorm or something just as important.” You lightheartedly spoke, not sharing any negativity towards the unexpected; Mark is with you, it is the least you can ask for. Pulling away, you notice the pout replacing the smile Mark held.

As an attempt to comfort him, you pat him lightly on the chest and Mark gives you an apologetic smile before taking out his phone to answer. Watching your boyfriend place the phone on his ear and speaking into the phone, you could hear his friends on the other line; oh, they are always bothering your poor boyfriend, you can’t help but pity him.

Though, it is quite amusing to see the easygoing Mark become a little tense and strict with them however. Losing interest in eavesdropping into the conversation once realizing it wasn’t serious as the two of you expected, you glanced at the snow underneath your feet; an idea sprouting above your head, a mischievous smirk growing on your face at your plan.

Carefully walking away from Mark to not act too suspicious, you lean down and begin to collect snow to mold into a ball. Your palms and fingers become numb once you pick up ice, but it was worth it - well, you hope it is. Sometimes, these types of moments are bound to have sacrifices, especially for the cost of Mark’s reactions.

Hearing Mark end the conversation, he looks at you from behind. “What are you doing over there? Did you find something in the snow?” He curiously questions, similar to a child wondering about possible treasure buried in the snow. Smirking and turning around to face him, he is slowly approaching you with curiosity evident on his handsome face.

You made extra sure you don’t throw the snowball at his face. Lifting up your arm and swinging, the white ball hits his chest and he stops in his tracks in surprise - “Woah! Did you just throw a snowball at me?” Mark’s eyes are wide, lips parted in surprise but there is a hint of amusement regardless of his astonishment. You laugh, “No~ I think it was something else!”

“Oh yeah?” Mark scoffs, you took notice of the smile on his face when he begins to lean down to build a snowball in his hands also. Before you could waddle off to take cover behind the bench, Mark had hastily created one and thrown it directly at you. The impact hits you on the back and you scream mixed with laughter, beginning to create more snowballs to continue the challenge against your boyfriend.

Throwing another at Mark, “This is war, Mark Lee!” You proclaim and you see him creating more snowballs also. Your snowball hits his shoulder and you see the visible shudder running along his spine, some snow touching at his neck; he looks up at you, “Y/N, you are going to regret this!”

You aren’t sure how long you hid behind the bench, throwing snowballs at the blonde male as he stood in the wide open and doing his best in dodging each one. You can’t help but roll your eyes, finding Mark to be a show-off; but, the joy glowing around him is one you can’t openly complain about. He is far too adorable for your own heart with his boyish smile and purposeful attempts in getting hit to protect the smile on your face.

Of course, the unexpected occurs due to Mark’s luck. As you throw another snowball towards his legs, you did not expect Mark to miraculously trip and fall. Shocked, you are standing up from behind the bench - “Mark!” You call out the dramatic sequence of events looking like some stupid scene of a movie. Maybe to an onlooker, it would be a tragic love story.

Seeing his dark colored jacket collapse into the white snow, you scurry over with worry expressing from your features. “Are you okay?!” You hurriedly say, ready to pick him up from the cold floor; however, such plan had completely fallen apart when you somehow slipped and lost balance. Toppling on top of him, you hear Mark groan underneath you once you collide with him and you panic.

“I am sorry!” You begin to scramble, lifting yourself up but feel a grip on your waist. Slowly you look down to meet Mark’s eyes, snow contrasting the blonde locks of hair overcoming his forehead; unbelievably so, Mark held a very serious expression. Locked in a very intimate position, you have forgotten about the cold surrounding the two of you.

His eyes observe your face, longingly staring at your lips before flickering up to your eyes - “Are you alright?” He asks the question solely meant for him considering his situation, but he seems more worried about your state than his own. Nodding slowly, you realize the proximity between your faces; warm breath reaching you, his laundry detergent feeling more overwhelming than a simple hug.

Reality struck your boyfriend, his eyes slightly widening and he slowly sits up with you moving and taking a seat in his lap. “I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to make things uncomfortable,” He says quickly and his hands are disappearing from your waist. Flustered, he folds his hands behind his back and tries his best to lean away from you to avoid any discomfort for your sake.

You slowly shook your head, “No, no…You are okay…Right?” You try to change the topic. Seeing Mark avoiding your eyes, he quietly nods; you aren’t sure whether he is blushing or it was the cold snow cursing his pale skin from falling. Maybe it is both. Without thinking to get up, you stuff a hand in the pocket of your jacket to take hold of the hotpack.

Thankfully, it remains warm and you are moving it towards Mark’s lips. Instinctively, he turns to you from the warm touch, relief evident in his eyes. You smile at him, “You aren’t hurt right?”

Mark didn’t say a word. Eyes observing the beauty he dreams of every night and looking forward to during the day, he is somehow growing a desire to have your warmth instead. Lifting up a hand and wrapping his fingers from your wrist in a gentle grasp, he moves the hotpack away from his face and slowly leans forward; as he begins to move, you are feeling your breath stop.

Softly, his lips place against your own for a short moment. His warm breath caressing your face and you remained frozen until he pulled away, his eyes fluttering open to meet sight of your gaping face; regret overtakes his expression, Mark shyly looking down - “I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to kiss you…I should have asked…Sorry–”

Tenderly, you place your hands on his face, the lingering warmth of your lips growing a sudden desire you’ve never felt before. You slowly turn him to face you, “I want to kiss you more.” You admit and his lips twitch up into a smile. Before he could reply, you are capturing his lips with your own to prevent any words leaving his lips.

Head tilting to deepen the kiss, you melt into the very warmth of your boyfriend. You feel his hands placed on your waist once again, squeezing you lightly as the two of you kiss amongst the white snow surrounding the two of you.

All ice cursing is melted away, the warmth of Mark Lee’s is enough to have you at bliss.

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hexonthepeach · 9 months

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a gentle tongue breaketh the bone | 13: shock

pairing: fem hybrid fox omega!reader/hybrid Alpha!nct 127

tags: reverse harem, non-traditional omegaverse hybrid! cyberpunk au, pack dynamics, polyamory, slowburn/slowbuild, angst & hurt/comfort, heavy content warnings inc. torture, graphic violence, suicidal ideation, explicit sexual content

summary: the year is 2127. decades of eugenics and warfare have led to the rise of designated populations: the ruler Alphas and their rare, prized omegas sequestered from the Beta population. in the aftermath of the War of the Two Tigers, New Goryeo ushers in an Imperial dynasty determined not by birthright but by the alliance of the Syndicate’s clancorps to choose the best pack of your generation. you are destined to take your place within the Imperial harem as a queen, and–perhaps–Imperatrix herself

but you have a secret, written into your skin and bones–one that could easily kill you, depending on who finds it out

ten years ago you chose your Alpha and their pack in a fateful meeting

now, you must make them choose you

[masterlist & glossary] [read on AO3] [0: prologue] [1: escape, again] [2: lost and found] [3: returned] [4: bound] [5: home] [6: gift] [7: reunion] [8: security] [9: secret] [10: prisoner] [11: gambit] [12: haze]

wc: 5.3k

chapter warnings: torture, dubcon explicit sexual content

recommended listening: chrome arts - onlyoneof

Everything inside you is agony. Your heart aches, your body throbbing relentlessly, cramping with the need to be filled by your Alpha. You hadn’t thought it wouldn't feel right–that you'd feel worse rather than relieved. Your fox keens, not accepting the encounter as anything but a brief distraction, starving for the real thing.

Haechan is inside you still, knot barely deflating, occasionally bubbling back to consciousness only to drop back down into the hole you knew so well with a muttered word or a weak sob.

You'd accidentally overdosed him–an easy mistake with your tolerance and his complete lack of it. He'll live, but it’s doubtful you’ll ever get his trust back, not after what you'd subjected him to. It had to be done, you think. It had to.

Haechan's agent blinks on his wrist, pressed against his face where he's shielded his eyes from the overstimulating light from the screen.

A call, of course–Mark checking in. You have to think fast, a little clearer with the warmth inside you and Haechan's taste in your mouth. You seize his wrist and angle it so it captures your weeping face as you answer the call.

"What the hell–are you alright?"

"I made a mistake," you babble. "Please don't be mad at me, please don't hurt him."

"Calm down," Mark says. It's obvious he's in transit, Yuta saying something you can barely hear.

"Where's Taeil?"

"I had to sedate them. Both of them. They couldn't help it. They both tried to . . . They're fine but I'm scared. You said you wouldn't leave me alone . . . "

"Stay where you are," he shouts, the screen flickering as he runs. You hang up,

"Monster." Haechan says, pushing at you weakly. "Get off of me."

"Sleep," you order. It's effortless to push him into unconsciousness, feeling him finally slip out of you. He looks pathetically undone. It makes your chest ache to see his soft lips parted, the memory of them still a warm phantom against your own.

You’ve been awash in his misery since the bite but it didn't change how you felt about him–like he was someone to be cherished and cared for. If anything it’s worse. After all, he’s yours now. Your first, hopefully not your last.

You push his hair back into place and fix his clothing, restoring some of his decency. It's the least you can do.

This would have all been so much easier if you weren't up against Johnny's order. It had to be the reason they'd resisted and would continue to resist instinct–you had to find a workaround.

You clean up quickly, showering to get rid of the disgusting mess of spend and slick and worse drying on your thighs. If you cry again, no one has to know it’s not because of the pain and fire wracking through you.

You don't feel changed, like they said it would–of course you wouldn't, without a bite mark administered to you. That’s what Taeil must have meant when he said that it wouldn’t be enough: you needed a real mating, not this farce.

All those missives in the Academy’s intimacy training and books about it being a sacred, beautiful union were lies, you knew–methods to get you to accept the Alpha boot on your neck. But maybe if you were more careful you’d get one of them to agree to help you before the fire ate you up inside and burnt away your last shreds of control.

But who?

There are only two options left.

You get dressed quickly, pulling on one of your nicer sets of clothing–something unassuming and modest for your next target.

You make it only as far as the doorway, the doors hissing open to reveal the smiling face of not your first choice.

Jungwoo is dressed casually in dark streetwear, but he's still armed, nightstick prodding you in the chest as he closes in.

"Going somewhere?"

"I thought you were off duty?" You say, raising your hands.

"I was, but you caused such a scene." He shakes his head, tsking. "You really have a knack for getting into trouble."

Your heart sinks, skin flaring hot.

"You saw?"

"This room isn't private, you know. You did a good job getting the cameras. Well, most of them." Jungwoo chuckles at the sight of Haechan sprawled out, sniffing the air in a way that has you clenching your thighs together. "They really didn't stand a chance, did they?"

"Why didn't you stop me?"

"It's more fun this way.” He turns to cock his head, admiring you. “I don't think I've ever seen someone dig their own grave so deeply they kept going all the way to Hell."

"Are you going to tell Mark?"

"Tell me what?"

You'd heard his footsteps down the hallway, never more grateful to see his face and Yuta's as they flank in around the taller man threatening you.

Before you can come up with a well-crafted response, Yuta answers for you.

"Taeil sent me a message about getting you out to clear your head," he admits to Mark, crossing his arms. "Thought the old dog just wanted some privacy with his favorite patient.”

He smiles at you, nose wrinkling. "But it was you, wasn't it?"

"What are you talking about?" Mark asks.

"Princess here has a lot of hidden talents. Hacking agents, shutting down security," Jungwoo says, thoroughly pleased. "Using Moon's credentials to send encrypted messages to the Dome."

Your heart is no longer in your stomach, it's in freefall. You'd known the risks, but you'd had to.

"I think it's safe to say she's not just an ordinary little omega. But none of that is even the most interesting, is it, Princess?"

You don't answer, unconsciously moving between them and the man passed out behind you.

"The brat found out the hard way," Jungwoo says.

"I didn't think he had it in him," Yuta laughs.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Mark flares into anger, rounding on the two. "This is serious. Be serious. What did you do to them?"

The question is directed at you, rage controlled in his features as he approaches you.

"I just wanted to make it stop hurting," you say, meekly, not lying in the slightest. "But I got scared . . ."

Unlike before Mark seems wholly uninterested in your theatrics, eyes darting to the couch. His eyes widen as he seems to put two and two together.

"Did you . . .?"

"You can't smell that?" Jungwoo stifles a laugh.

"Tell me exactly what happened," he says, a little more softly but twice as dangerous as he stands over you. You could lie and pretend to be afraid, you could simper and break down. But the pain makes you angry, quick to let all the bottled rage within pour out as you hold your ground.

"Why don’t we start with you telling Taeil to put me in a coma," you say, glaring up at him.

Mark sputters a little, hand running over his head to tug at his hair. "For your safety!"

"For yours!" You hiss, tail swatting behind you. “I was right, you’re all cowards. A whole pack of useless degenerates and not one of you can do your gods-granted function. I should never have come here."

Mark's confusion quickly transforms into ready-action.

"No. You shouldn’t have. Down."

His order rolls off you with the wild rush of jimseung tearing through you. You adopt a defensive stance, hunched to spring.

Mark grabs you by the shoulders, surprised when you flow into the motion rather than against it, seizing him by the wrists so hard your nails sink into his forearms, teeth snapping inches from his collarbone. He knees you in the gut, the targeted attack making you scream in anguish.

It breaks your hold long enough for him to pin you to his chest, feeling the threat of cold metal against your temple and the click of a safety.

"Little kitten has claws after all." you mock him, twisting so your spittle flecks his face. He’s so close you can see his jaw clench. "Not such a nice guy, are you?"

He shakes you off, baring his teeth.

"Johnny was right about you," he says, tone bitter. The words hit like targeted strikes through the feverish haze of your anger, finding your heart.

"Coward,” you repeat.

He doesn't take his eyes off you, shoving you at Yuta.

"I should have listened to Taeil. She can spend the rest of her stay in Containment."

Mark watches the collar snap around your neck with finality, the muzzle over your nose and mouth already constricting. Yuta checks the fit, pinching your ear when he's done.

You sit in silence, eyes locked on Haechan asleep in the hospital bed across the room, elevated to keep from accidentally choking on his own vomit. As much as it hurts to be reminded of your sins, you feel like it's a necessity to stay fixed on him.

You need to protect your new claim.

It hadn't taken long for Mark to check the security footage, or to find the evidence of your worser crimes. He looks at you with disgust now, clearly uncomfortable even being in the same room but keeping you under careful watch.

"I’m calling Doyoung," Mark says. "We need to get a plan started for sending her back to the Syndicate."

"Good luck,” Yuta responds. “You heard her little story about the guy she marked in the Palace. It explains what happened to Johnny."

"Neither claimed her the way he did. They'll get over it.” Mark doesn’t believe his own words, tasting you more clearly than he had in the last few days. Johnny hadn’t been hyperbolic when he’d said something about feeling like God was in the room with him when you were near. You’re omnipresent, that lotus scent permeating everything.

"They’re not going to want to give her up. Taeyong especially. Even if she wasn’t a liability, you’re going to have a hard time separating them," Jungwoo adds, scrolling through files on Taeil's station.

"Three of us in a few days, four if you count Johnny. She's more pack than most of us," Yuta says.

"Never." Mark can’t imagine you ever being accepted. Not after this.

"Can't fight biology," Jungwoo says, looking over his shoulder at you. "Impressive, isn't it?"

You stare at him blankly, walled off.

"The thing I don't get is why?" Mark says. "What would be the benefit of sacrificing a potential Queen or even that valuable of an agent just to fuck with us?"

"Would you want that thing running the Imperial Palace?" Yuta shrugs. “Seems like a good set-up to get us to execute her and take the fall for it.”

"There's something off about all of this." Mark sighs. "I need Doyoung to advise on it. And we need to bring the whole pack together for a tribunal."

"Good luck. He's probably balls deep in Taeyong right now," Jungwoo says, so casually you wonder if you'd heard him right. "If it isn't Johnny's turn."

“Watch it." Mark snaps.

"It's natural." Jungwoo returns to scrolling, eye flicking to where you're trying to stay composed. "You'll know if you ever catch a rut."

"I said shut up." Mark's hand reaches for his gun unconsciously, checking himself. Perspiration has appeared on his jawline, and he swipes it away with his upper arm as he takes over Jungwoo's place at the monitor bank.

"Feeling hot under the collar, Mark? Need a booster?" Jungwoo winks at you over the other man’s head.

"Just get her out of here," he snaps back. "I'd rather not deal with her if Johnny picks up."

You're desperate to hear the conversation but Yuta lifts you by your elbow, zip tie cuffs digging into your wrists.

"We'll be back in a few. Try not to jerk off to the security footage."

Mark flashes him his middle finger, still focused on the pulsing screen in front of him, call accepting as the doors whoosh shut.

"He's so uptight," Jungwoo comments, falling into step beside you. "It's too bad she hasn't pushed him out of puberty yet."

"You start the feed?" Yuta asks.

"T-minus 5 minutes to account for a slow walk to solitary. I'm not too worried, though. You know Doyoung, he'll keep him on that call for at least half an hour."

"And Jaehyun?"

"He's doing a deep run to intercept the dove she sent past our ice. Very nice work on that, would have slipped past us if we weren't trying to flush you out in the first place." Jungwoo's voice is soft, the sentiment genuine as he ruffles your ears over the muzzle’s straps.

"Should we take her to her cell first, get some better footage with her new accessory?" His gloved fingers trace over your collar and the nape of your neck, making you flinch.

"And wake up the white knight?" Yuta asks, dripping sarcasm. "No. Let's get in as much time as we can with her."

You have no idea what they mean but things quickly become more real the moment you're steered towards the living quarters versus your future prison. You pause, dragged a little as Yuta's hand tightens on your arm to pull you along with Jungwoo's help.

"Just a little trip to your new bedroom, precious. Nothing to be afraid of." Yuta's easy cadence has you actually feeling fear, now.

You shake your head, resisting with your bare heels dug into the cold floor.

"You know what's wonderful about these collars?" Jungwoo taps the thick strip of metal mesh. "A tiny bit of coding and you can get whatever level of control you want over an Alpha. Well, at least they're meant for Alphas who need taming. Never needed to use one on an omega before. Orange."

At the word you hear a beep and feel a tingle in your skin on the back of your neck, right before your eyesight flashes white and your legs give out from under you.

"Now we have to carry her, dumbass."

"Had to be sure it worked," Jungwoo says, catching your slow-motion fall. There's no sedation, you realize, just temporary paralysis from the spinal shock. It's painless but the worst part is that you are completely and utterly helpless.

You can't even scream with the muzzle on, the sounds trapped behind your closed lips as they haul you towards the hollow doorway of Johnny's residence.

"Love what you've done with the place," Yuta comments acerbically as you pass by familiar wreckage, carried up to the second floor between them. "Didn’t Mark give you clean-up duty?"

"Why should I be responsible for his messes?" Jungwoo pouts, kicking a shattered partition down to cascade over the black tile below. "I fed his turtles at least."

"I forgot about his stupid fucking turtles," Yuta says, tossing you on the bed. Johnny's room has been destroyed and put back together in the strangest manner possible, couch cushions fortressing a bed piled high with blankets and pillows and items of clothing.

Of course they’d built you a nest, or at least a mockery of one.

"I took the liberty of making the place more comfortable for you." Jungwoo confirms his hand in it. He props you up to cut your zip tie cuffs off, swaying back when you swipe at him with your freed hand.

"Yellow." Yuta says.

They both laugh as you keel over onto a pile of bedding, breath captured in your lungs until the muscles can work again.

It takes a few seconds to pass, Johnny's deep scent easing you back to earth and washing away the bitterness of Yuta and Jungwoo's evergreen and citrus pheromones. You feel clearer now than before, almost soothed by the invisible presence of your Alpha. If only it didn’t hurt twice as worse to remember that you’ve been abandoned.

Jungwoo sits next to you as Yuta crouches down to eye level, sharp features softened with a deadly smile.

"So, Princess–"

"–we have a few questions." Jungwoo interrupts, picking strands of hair away from your eyes with gentle movements. There’s something sinister about the fact that they’re both gloved–as if they need to conceal the evidence of whatever they’re going to do to you.

You shiver a bit, turning away.

Yuta shoots him a look. "You don't need to talk, just nod or shake your head when you're supposed to. We'll play nice if you do."

You don’t move, neck still twitching from the stimulation.

"First off. Did you plan on infiltrating our organization?"

You shake your head, eyes narrowing as your ears flatten.

Jungwoo pulls you up by your collar, tongue lapping at the moisture collected under your ear.

"Tastes like lying to me."

"Not a good start," Yuta intones. "Orange."

You wince as the command takes, inhaling sharply through your nose before the wind can be knocked out of you again. There's no way to get used to it: your autonomic systems flare into alarm with each minor jolt to your heart, adrenaline making you tremble.

There was no way this was a light treatment even for an alpha–clearly they didn’t care what your physiology could handle. Sweat soaks your skin, mingling with the tears.

"Do you have a handler in the Syndicate? Someone who gives you instructions?"

You shake your head limply, not bothering to sit up.

"I think she might be telling the truth." Jungwoo says, hand back on your cheek. "Interesting."

Yuta’s posture stiffens as he contemplates the next question. "Did you put the bounty on Johnny?"

His head angles as he watches your response, your panting breaths stilling as the words sink in.

Bounty? Johnny? Icy shock numbs you. You blink at the Felid, shaking your head more violently.

"She didn't know?" Jungwoo whistles a bit. "Thought that one was common knowledge."

You sit up, woozily, not breaking eye contact with your captor.

I didn’t know, you channel, eyebrows knitted together. They seem to understand, whether or not they believe you is another matter entirely.

Yuta lifts his shirt and pulls down his belt a bit to show you a scar distorting one of his many tattoos at the crease near his hip, the tissue puckered.

"The first time we got flagged on the dark networks was after your little stunt at the debut. Three different attempts, all highly paid and well chosen. Almost got us."

You know it can’t be an understatement. Any wound that large and healed without shifting should have killed him.

"You owe me a kidney," he says, with that wry, jocular tone you know so well. This time you know he's serious.

Your mind races. Even if you had the resources, even wanting to be free of them, you would never broker their lives for your peace. How could you with Johnny at the other end of so many links in the chain tying you to them? Panic has you desperate, shaking your bowed head with added submission.

You make a garbled sound in your throat: no, no. Not me.

"Fooled me," Yuta says. "What do you think?"

"Aside from the fact she’s turned on by the idea of killing us right now, she seems remarkably not guilty." Jungwoo says. He seems to be proud of your reaction, stroking your head as a wave of cramps begins again, a whimper leaving your throat.

You curl up on the bed, holding yourself against the deep ache accompanying a sudden rush of slick. You're nauseated by the pain and the fact that you have zero control, immersed in your Alpha's scent and losing the sliver of relief Haechan had given you. Worse is the way your heat makes even the proximity of these beasts more arousing than terrifying.

“Well,” Yuta continues. “If you didn’t do it, I’m sure there are plenty of others who could orchestrate a hit like that on your behalf.”

“She’s definitely hiding something,” Jungwoo agrees. “Or someone.”

"Be a good girl and tell us who you are working for, then," Yuta says. "Who would start a war with us for you?"

You glare at him over the knees tucked to your chin, channeling your annoyance at being asked to speak with your mouth clamped shut. It was almost flattering how much credit they were giving you when you were just as much a hostage in the Dome as you were here.

"Take it off," Yuta instructs Jungwoo, rocking back on his heels. "Don't bother screaming, no one can hear you."

With the muzzle removed you rub your face, soothing your cramped jaw.

“I didn’t put a bounty on anyone.” Your voice is a croak. “I don’t have that kind of power.”

“But you know who could, don’t you? Who did you tell?” There’s a second layer to Yuta’s purred question, words of a threat drifting up from years ago.

"If you want to protect him, you'll keep quiet. You tell anyone and he dies, do you understand?"

Those green, slitted eyes are just as cold now.

"You're the ones who lied and told the Syndicate the Alpha who marked me was dead,” you hiss. "Of course they'd want to finish the job."

"If it was the Syndicate there would be a smoking pile of rubble where this building used to be," Yuta says. "Try again."

"One of your Tekhne Princes, maybe?" Jungwoo asks.

"I've never even met them." It was true–you'd been completely isolated from the heirs, lest they be influenced by you. But from what you knew of Tekhne they were harmless: uselessly spoiled heirs to the Choi clancorps.

"Family, then." Yuta remarks.

You don’t have a response for that, glaring at them.

"Oh now there's something," Jungwoo murmurs, nose pressed to your temple. "Do you know you smell like pink pepper when you're distressed? So spicy . . ."

"You idiot," you deflect. "I'm related to half of Old Seoul."

“That’s a lot of options. Feel free to narrow it down.”

“I only have my brother. And Taeyong,” you begin, quickly stopping. “There’s no one else.”

"Little liar, aren’t you? I thought you’d be better at this. Yell-" Jungwoo says. You curse him mentally as your body anticipates the shock, pulse pounding erratically in your ears. The second syllable doesn't land, and you blink up wetly at him.

"You know who it is, don't you?" He licks his lips, searching your eyes. He’s satisfied with what he finds, nodding at Yuta.

"Please. No, I don't." Your voice is tinny in your ears.

"You want to protect them?" The Felid asks. He smirks, watching you hesitate. “A stupid little thing like you? Who’d benefit from your protection?”

You shake your head, almost agreeing. "I don't know."

“They must be special to you,” Jungwoo adds, hoisting you up. “Who else would kill for you?”

“No one,” you say, mouth gaping. “There’s no one–”

"Crimson." Yuta says.

This time it's excruciating–you bite your tongue as your muscles spasm in jerks and twitches, as your heart beats like a bird against your rib cage once it’s started again. The seizure has you wrenching in Jungwoo's hold as he elevates your head. Tears stream down your face, but without a single working muscle you can't even blink.

Hatred and resignation animate you long before the myoclonic shock wears off. You breathe shallowly through your nose, torching Yuta with your gaze.

He smiles at you, lazily.

"The next words out of your mouth better be a name," he says.

You sit up, shakily, relying on Jungwoo’s support as you lean forward, like you're going to tell them both a secret.

You spit, instead. Blood-tinged foam splatters across Yuta’s face.

You challenge him, expecting another punishment. Instead he dabs at the red with his fingers, wholly unfazed, as Jungwoo collapses into laughter.

"Well that's good enough for now," Yuta says. "We don’t need to talk anymore, do we?”

You struggle as you're forced back into the leather and metal cage of the muzzle, swallowing blood.

"Positive reinforcement?" Jungwoo asks.

"Go ahead. Give her a taste."

You squirm as you realize what's happening, pulled into Jungwoo's embrace. He murmurs placations, none of them assuring you the moment he spreads your legs for Yuta to see the damp spot in the soft fabric of your pants, slick oozing from you.

You toss your head, jamming the hard lines of your mask into his chest in terror.

"Relax," Jungwoo finally orders, voice soothing.

"You think we'd take you against your will? Like you did to the kid? Claim you even?" Yuta cleans a spot of blood from the back of his hand with his tongue. "Neither of us are that stupid."

“We just want to take care of you,” Jungwoo says.

His gloved fingers sink under your shirt, drifting over your breasts through the fabric of your simple bra. Immediately you groan and push away, unable to move far enough to escape. He trails circles around your twitching stomach, dipping lower the more you respond.

“Even if you are trying to kill us,” he continues. “It’s not your fault you’re not trained.”

You buck, protesting his words more than the constant touches.

Yuta chuckles, kneading your thighs with his thumbs where he’s knelt beside the low bed. “Did you know that Johnny said he'd kill the fool who fucked you? Too bad for the brat."

Haechan. You come up from the compulsion, kicking against the sheets. Yuta registers your will to fight, holding you down with barely any effort.

"Oh don’t worry. Johnny won't have the heart to cull his favorite. But he'll have to punish him or the whole pack hierarchy breaks. Maybe take a hand for touching you? Or the whole arm?”

He blows a hot breath across your legs, “Would that please you, princess?"

No, no, no. You whine, trying to break loose, subdued by Jungwoo's hand moving into your pants, slipping into your heat.

You can’t help your fox’s response; you bend into the foreign touch without resistance. Your tail crushed between you is wagging, unwilling to admit to yourself that this is what you wanted all along–your physical needs attended to, the lack of control only enabling your animal side to sink into long-awaited stimulation.

"I thought that's what you wanted?" Yuta's voice is raspier, lowered. “Alphas killing each other for your prized little pussy not good enough?"

He makes firm eye contact as he tugs down your ruined leggings by inches, exposing you to the cool air and their view. You blink tears away–more relieved than upset.

"You have to admit it's very nice," Jungwoo purrs. "Prettiest I've ever tasted."

Yuta's nose wrinkles, gloved hand tracing up your thigh through cooling drips. "All I smell right now is that dog's cum."

"Why don't we clean her up a bit? Get her ready for her mate."

Yuta nods, giving the Canid the green light.

A shriek bubbles up in your throat as Jungwoo's fingers broach your entrance, soreness and embarrassment melting away into relief. Your fox forgets fear, tasting pleasure again without the haze of ketamine and human emotion dulling the experience.

"You’re wound so tight. Did that boy leave you wanting more?" Jungwoo asks. His breath is hot on your neck, hand holding your legs open as he pulls you against him with each pump into you.

"All of us and you choose the virgin to sacrifice," Yuta sneers.

Like everything it’s not enough, at all, your body protesting in quakes as his fingers slowly dip in and out, squelching sounds louder than your muffled cries. Jungwoo adds another digit, knuckles pushing into your walls. You can feel yourself twitch and seize, tightening.

"Poor thing, sucking on nothing. Should we give her something more substantial to come on?" Yuta asks.

You shake your head weakly in answer, abdomen fluttering each time the heel of Jungwoo's presses into your mound. It's so good–so right–you're moaning when he pulls out of you, wishing you could find a way to break the tangle of pain and pleasure under your skin.

"You could have had your toy," Jungwoo says. He rubs his fingers on the mesh of your muzzle, letting the thick drops fall onto your closed lips.

"She could have had a real knot. If only you'd kept your teeth to yourself," Yuta says. "Hold her steady."

Your eyes fly open as you realize the thing pressing at your entrance is thick and rubbery but cold, awkwardly shaped in comparison to what you need–too straight and solid. A handle. The familiar nightstick–telescopic side away from you–disappears between your legs and you buck off the bed, trying to avoid the intrusion at all costs.

"Relax, or it will hurt more. You don't need me to make you, do you?" Yuta warns.

The shape is wrong, the artificiality of it making your animal break down in terror. The only comfort is that the size is right–stretching you full, reaching deeper inside you than fingers. It feels strange, the sensation diluting some of the sharpness in your belly.

Yuta twists the handle to coat it in your slick as he pushes it in as deep as it can go. You cling to the man behind you to pull away, only held tighter, tears splashing on his exposed forearms.

"You're gonna be a good little omega and take what we can give you, aren't you?" Jungwoo says.

You nod, letting sobs rack you as Yuta fucks you slowly with the weapon, opening you up. Jungwoo is especially gentle with you now, tactile gloves soaking slick into your clothing as he brushes your nipples into peaks. You stop fighting, carried into bliss in the rhythm of their combined movements.

"That's right, such a good pet for us, so pretty and soft.” He strokes you leisurely, one of his hands slipping to the sensitive bud at the apex of your thighs, drawing circles around it in a way that has you shaking.

“Now you're ready to be bred. But you don't get a knot, yet. You have to earn it."

There's a growing pressure inside of you, rattled each time Yuta's hand thrusts forward. It's unlike anything you've ever felt, sustained and perfect build making even this debauchment something worth enduring.

You let it take up every conscious thought or instinct, finally boneless and willing. Both notice the change, Yuta's movements slowing, Jungwoo's noise of approval as he presses the expanse of skin between your hips. It makes the penetration feel so much deeper and you arch into it, hating yourself for how easily you’ve folded.

"You're close, aren't you precious?"

You make an approximation of an mmhmm, teeth gritting. You have no idea what it means to be close but if this is it, you never want it to end. The little shocks you’re feeling in your lower half are consuming you like the collar’s effects had, erasing everything painful and ugly about this moment.

"You want Yuta to make you come?"

You whine eagerly, grinding against the thing inside of you, trying to make the bubble burst like you had with your toy earlier, before Haechan had interrupted and then refused to play with you. Your fox doesn’t understand why they won’t just reach out and take an offered morsel, why they insist on holding back.

"Do you think she's earned it?" Jungwoo teases.

"No," Yuta says.

Your eyes fly open, pleading at the man between your legs. You see his lips crack open into a toothy smile, fangs exposed.

"She can wait."

You plead in so many garbled sounds, hands reaching for him–for the length slid out of your body and tossed aside. You're shoved back into the softness of the pile with a knee in your back, weeping silently as you're restrained again.

"Such a nasty little thing. You'll fit in perfectly, once you know your place." Yuta finishes restraining you, wrists bound to your ankle cuffs behind you so you can only move awkwardly, buried deeper in ripped-apart pillows.

"Mark’s asking where we are," Jungwoo says, tapping his wrist. "Take her to Containment?"

"No, I think you're right: Johnny can clean up his own mess,” Yuta says, voice monotone. “Kill the fake feed. We'll leave her here.”

He leans down to wipe his slicked glove across your exposed chest, distaste mingling with the arousal illuminating his handsome features.

“It’s where she belongs."

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krp1x1finder · 9 months

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discord kpop 1x1 rp search

heyooo! i’m yumi, age 23, they/them! i’m currently lf a few krp/kdrama partners, preferably within the age range of 19-23+! it’s safe to say that i’m open to any pairings such as mxm, fxf, poly, and trans/non-binary characters, oc x oc (faceclaims ok!) - i will say that i do have a preference for writing masculine characters and will often default to that unless discussed.

my writing style is always mirrored, so don’t be shy if you’d like to write with me in any way, shape, or form! my preference tends to lean towards novella and advanced lit (comfortably up to 500-1k or more) with present or past, third-person narratives. i have some writing examples i can send your way if you’d like to see them before committing to rp with me! i typically want to strive for quality over quantity.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ PLOTS : regarding plots that i enjoy tend to lean super heavily into the human condition (any variation or avenue of slice of life, modern aus), very lightly toeing into supernatural with succubuses/incubus or angel/devils, fallen angel concepts, and “darker” themes. some examples would be religious trauma/historical themes, substance abuse, violence, heavy angst, etc.

i also really enjoy media-based or established works of fictions like ao3, video games (the last of us, detroit become human, etc), films, and kdramas (strangers from hell, all of us are dead, the glory, bloodhounds, and more).

i’m totally interested in including nsfw into our rps aswell, though i tend to write my characters as versatile switches and would prefer if my partners were flexible and willing to collaborate to make it fun and comfortable for both of us. i will send a kink list to be as transparent as possible, or you can view that on my carrd alongside other in depth info here!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ MUSES & GROUPS : i’m open to a majority of groups including, but not limited to the ones listed below! regarding muses, i’m very open-minded and flexible and will include some examples of those i muse the most. the starred groups are the ones that i muse very heavily for currently:

☆ aespa : winter / karina / ningning

ateez : wooyoung / san / yunho

enhypen : jay / heeseung / jungwon / jake

☆ exo : jongin / sehun / chanyeol / baekhyun

le sserafim : sakura / chaewon

☆ nct (all subunits+wayv) : taeyong / yuta / jaehyun / jeno / mark / donghyuck / jaemin / xiaojun / kun / yangyang

oneus : seoho / keonhee / xion

☆ onlyoneof : nine / love / mill / rie

p1harmony : theo / intak

☆ seventeen : jeonghan / jun / seungkwan / vernon / joshua / minghao

☆ stray kids : minho / hyunjin / han / bangchan / jeongin

tempest : hanbin / taerae / hyeongseop / hwarang

☆ the boyz : sunwoo / hyunjae / juyeon / jacob / eric

☆ txt : soobin / beomgyu / taehyun treasure : asahi / jihoon / hyunsuk

☆ xg : jurin / chisa

☆ zb1 : jiwoong / hanbin / matthew / taerae

solo artists : woodz, dpr ian, jackson wang, and more . .

(these aren’t including my ships, but you might be able to get hints from who i bolded - don’t be afraid to ask for clarification though, i’ll definitely mention them once we connect).

please prioritise discussing triggers and preferences within the RP. they will always be stated by me during plotting as well. my triggers are only detailed self-harm/gore that goes alongside it. i’ll let you know if I’m uncomfortable at any point otherwise.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ MISC. NOTES : the most important part of this i would like to make sure is noted is that writing won’t always be a priority for me as i have other hobbies and responsibilities that tend to take up a lot of my free time too. i work two jobs while also taking classes from my university and gaming. i’d appreciate and prefer partners that don’t mind gaps of time between responses and won’t spam or pressure me to be quicker. i’ve had some bad luck with rp partners that don’t understand that and overstep boundaries. i will end the rp if it gets excessive. however, i’m very chatty and enjoy making playlists and pinterest boards alongside our rp au’s so it’d be cool to have partners open to that sort of connection. i’m always down for friendships outside of our rp too so the gaps of time don’t feel awkward or stilted.

if all of this sounds good to you and you’re interested in getting to know me as a potential friend or likewise to write, don’t hesitate to interact with this post on here, directly message me, or head on over to discord and add me; my username is gyumie. ♡

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serendipminie · 2 months

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Hi! I’m serendipminie, but you can call me Minie/Vasha!

You might know me from either of the following:

~ @aventurine-official (A roleplay blog for Aventurine from HSR!)

~ @serendipminie-writes (My writing sideblog!)

I’m a K-Pop multistan and HoyoVerse simp who loves reading, writing and music. I’m a February baby, my personality type is ISFJ and my pronouns are she/her. I'm fluent in English and French and I’m openly panromantic :)

I'm known among my mutuals as the Wonhyuk girl, the aesthetic queen, and the lesbian witch-- I will take those titles gladly. I play both Genshin Impact and Honkai: Star Rail, and I’m super lore-oriented. In fact, I currently run 36 rp blogs for different fandoms ahaha~

If you’d like to see the list of roleplay blogs I mod, take a look at the intro post over at (@minies-ask-game-prompts)!

I write both original stories and fanfiction for a few fandoms too. AUs are my joy. I like writing personalized fics for my friends, making aesthetic moodboards, and sending my mutuals music or art through the DMs.

My current top ship is Aventio, and my current favourite character is in fact, Aven! I happen to be an Aven myself– both in rp and to my platonic Veritas @blak-ie :)

List of my lovely mutuals here!

Want to be mutuals? No problem! Just let me know :)

If you want to sort through my tags:

General:

for my mutuals: If you are a mutual, anything with this tag is for you!

it's definitely queue ✨: Any posts from my queue!

minie's fic recs: Really good fanfic that I'll reblog here

minie's manuscripts: Anything that I write for fandom that I post here!

minie's media: Any media I consume

minie's musings: Any random thoughts I might have!

minie's moodboards: I make moodboards for my writing or by request!

minie's playlists: Playlists I put together, often kpop but can be other music too

minie's roleplay rambles: Messages or asks from other mods that end up here!

minie's song recommendations: Songs/MVs I post that I encourage others to listen to

Fandom:

aventurine stone: Aventurine / Aventio tag because I can't be normal about Aven or his boyfriend

creator of life/my wife: Ruan Mei content

dearest darlings: Yangyang/Jianxin content

genshinposting: Genshin Impact thoughts or reblogs

kaveh my babygirl: Most likely me stanning Kaveh

kpop pic collage: I make picture collages of idols and groups, find them here

my hyukie: Wonhyuk content

neuvillotter: My tag for Fontaine's Hydro Dragon. Distinguished French gays have got to stick together

ult culture: Anything having to do with my ult biases, you will find here~

starrailposting: Honkai: Star Rail thoughts or reblogs

sunturatio: Toxic yaoi throuple. Need I elaborate

wuwaposting: Wuthering Waves thoughts or reblogs

K-Pop:

I found K-Pop in late 2019, before the pandemic. The first song I ever heard was BTS's Idol. Then, I became curious and fell headfirst into the K-Pop world. It really helped ground me throughout the pandemic, and I haven't came out since.

Ult groups: BTS, E'Last, Oneus, Seventeen, Kingdom, Everglow, TXT, Dreamcatcher, OnlyOneOf, Lucy, Xdinary Heroes

Top four ult biases: Jimin, Wonhyuk, Seoho and Kim Wooseok

K-Soloists I stan: Sunmi, ChungHa, IU, Taeyeon, Jackson Wang, and Kang Daniel

Genshin Impact:

I dove into the game's lore before ever playing, fell in love with the character designs and simply had to join the fandom. Kaveh caught my heart immediately and he has not let go (I love you pathetic blonde babygirl)

I play on the American server, my user id will be added below if you want to add me as a friend!

UID:

Current main: Ningguang!

Current main team: Ningguang, Jean, Freminet and Xingqiu!

My favourite characters: Kaveh, Neuvillette, Ningguang, Kokomi, Lynette, Yanfei, Chiori, Pantalone

My favourite ships: Haikaveh/Kavehtham, Wriolette, Ayathoma/Thomato, Dottolone, Beigguang, Kazuhei, Eimiko, JeanLisa, Kaebedo

Honkai Star Rail:

I’m not ashamed to say that Aventurine drove me to this fandom. Because I save so much Haikaveh stuff on Pinterest, and the recommendations are visually sorted, it wasn’t long before my algorithm started mistaking Aventurine for Kaveh.

I was very intrigued, actually— I quickly became obsessed after I saw the gay-ass lightcone. Aventio? ...Yeah, it was over for me. I started playing in late december of 2023, and I saved my pulls from the beginning to pull Aventurine ever since I knew he would be playable :) I was successful and now have a very well-built Aventurine, his lightcone and his Veritas.

I am obsessed with Harmony chars. I have each one except Ruan Mei (but I plan to fix that), and they're all built exceptionally well.

I play on the American server once more, my user id will be added below if you want to borrow my support Aven!

UID: 617315133

Current main: Aventurine!

Current main team: Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Luocha/Bronya and Robin

My favourite characters: Aventurine, Ruan Mei, Luocha, Madam Yukong, Tingyun (rip cutie), Asta, Kafka, Fu Xuan, Misha and Black Swan

My favourite ships: Aventio/Sunturine/Sundatio, Kafhime, Renheng, Jingren, Topasta, Bronseele, Acheswan

Wuthering Waves:

I saw lots of adverts for the game and was really interested in the lore (oh god I'm such a lore player) and I ended up really liking the gameplay! A lot of people are comparing it to Genshin but honestly..? I like the gameplay of WuWa more skgdkagksgax but the lore is equal in my head. I play with the CN voice dub because it actually has emotion!!

I fell in love with Jianxin before the game's release when I was scrollong through wikis, and adored Yangyang as soon as the game began lol. Camellya was fun to meet because she matches a concept I had for an oc almost exactly-- which is fun!!

I play on the American server, and my user id is below for friendship and coop!

UID: 500879444

Current main: Jianxin!

Current main team: Jianxin, Calcharo/Danjin and Verina!

My favourite characters: Jinhsi, Jianxin, Yangyang, Camellya, Taoqi

My favourite ships: Scarover

I hope you enjoy the blog~!

#intro post #pinned post #lovely mutuals!#for my mutuals #introduction #hsr #genshin impact #genshin #honkai star rail #aventurine #dr ratio #aventio #kpop #writing #rp

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Astro

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Ateez

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BTS

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CIX

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KINGDOM

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LE SSERAFIM

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Monsta X

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N.Flying

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NCT (All sub-units)

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Omega X

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ONEUS

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OnlyOneOf

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Pentagon

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SHINee

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Solo Artists

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Super Junior

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The Boyz

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The Rose

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TVXQ

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TWICE

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TXT

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US, UK, CA, AUS Actors

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VIXX

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WEi

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Xdinary Heroes

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XEED

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ad0rechuu · 11 months

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open . . . 📁⌗౨ৎ REQUESTS .ᐟ

[ REQUESTS : TEMPORARILY CLOSED ] ⋆ [ MASTERLISTS ] ⋆ [ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ]

i. ━━━━ THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW .ᐟ

before you request please keep in mind that my target audience for all fics is and will without exception always be people with dark skin, i’m not a native english speaker, also writing takes time some might be faster than others and i have the right to not write your request if i’m not interested or if it makes me uncomfortable, minors do not interact with 18+ works please and also don’t forget to read the rules!!

please don’t forget to give feedback, not only on my works but all works you read! i cannot stress enough how much it helps to motivate writers

ii. ━━━━ WHO I WRITE FOR .ᐟ

i will take requests for kpop and all obey me characters

i’ll mainly write for ━━ ateez: ot8, the boyz: ot11, stray kids: ot8, riize: ot7, aespa: ot4, seventeen: ot:13, red velvet: ot4, snsd: ot9, twice: ot9, itzy: ot5, onlyoneof: ot7, blackswan ot3 !

but i’ll also take requests for ━━ le sserrafim: ot5, nct: ot21, victon: ot7, astro: ot6, exo: ot11, mamamoo: ot4, g-idle: ot6, loona: ot12, shinee: ot5, stayc: ot6, nmixx: ot7, txt: ot5, purple kiss: ot7 !

iii. ━━━━ WHAT I WILL WRITE .ᐟ

headcanons/reactions, blurbs and smau scenarios requests are all encouraged, i’m not sure about full-length fics yet.

i’m okay with most genre’s and aus as long as i’m interested in it! i’ll write mostly gn! reader for shorter fics but f! reader is also okay and also dom, switch and sub reader

iv. ━━━━ WHAT I WON’T WRITE .ᐟ

ships, anything other than platonic for anyone born in 05 or later (or luke), marriage, anything discriminatory, m! reader, the good girl bad boy trope, pregnancy (but parenting is fine) !

i also won’t write a very specific reader or pale/short reader. please don’t send requests that aren’t exclusive or could potentially be hurtful/harmful to other readers either !

i’m not very well versed in nsfw but i’m willing to try but all though i prefer writing suggestive, there are limits of course: no water sports/scat, romanticization of abuse, noncon (cnc is okay), step/incest, gp! reader/pegging, mama or papa as a kink, race/age play, edging, anal !

v. ━━━━ HOW TO REQUEST;

please follow the layout down below somewhat when you send the ask, it would really help for me to keep things organized in my head:

character/idol (s): type of story: prompt and/or plot: any special mentions for the request:

you can combine prompts or a plot and prompts! also prompts don’t have to be from this list but if it’s not from the lists above or if you didn’t think of it yourself please link the list you got it from !!

and please remember: the less detail in the request the more artistic liberty i will take .ᐟ

#ad0rechuu — blog keeping #cromernet #obey me requests #kpop request #ateez requests #the boys requests #aespa requests #request #open requests #request open

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mysophobix · 10 months

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discord kpop 1x1 rp search

heyooo! i’m yumi, age 23, they/them! currently lf a few krp/kdrama partners, preferably within the age range of 19-23+! it’s safe to say that i’m open to any pairings such as mxm, fxf, poly, and trans/non-binary characters, oc x oc (faceclaims ok!) - i will say that i do have a preference for writing masculine characters and will often default to that unless discussed.

☆ aespa : winter / karina / ningning

ateez : wooyoung / san / yunho

enhypen : jay / heeseung / jungwon / jake

☆ exo : jongin / sehun / chanyeol / baekhyun

le sserafim : sakura / chaewon

mamamoo : moonbyul

☆ nct (all subunits+wayv) : taeyong / yuta / jaehyun / jeno / mark / donghyuck / jaemin / xiaojun / kun / yangyang

oneus : seoho / keonhee / xion

☆ onlyoneof : nine / love / mill / rie

p1harmony : theo / intak

red velvet : wendy / seulgi / joy

☆ seventeen : jeonghan / jun / seungkwan / vernon / joshua / minghao

☆ stray kids : minho / hyunjin / han / bangchan / jeongin

tempest : hanbin / taerae / hyeongseop / hwarang

☆ the boyz : sunwoo / hyunjae / juyeon / jacob / eric

☆ txt : soobin / beomgyu / taehyun treasure : asahi / jihoon / hyunsuk

☆ xg : jurin / chisa

☆ zb1 : jiwoong / hanbin / matthew / taerae

solo artists : woodz, dpr ian, jackson wang . .

(these aren't including my ships, but you might be able to get hints from who i bolded - don't be afraid to ask for clarification though, i'll definitely mention them once we connect).

please prioritise discussing triggers and preferences within the RP. they will always be stated by me during plotting as well. my ‘no’s’ are only detailed self-harm/gore that goes alongside it. i'll let you know if I'm uncomfortable at any point otherwise.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ MISC. NOTES : the most important part of this i would like to make sure is noted is that writing won’t always be a priority for me as i have other hobbies and responsibilities that tend to take up a lot of my free time too. i work two jobs while also taking classes for my university and gaming. i’d appreciate and prefer partners that don’t mind gaps of time between responses and won’t spam or pressure me to be quicker. i've had some bad luck with rp partners that don't understand that and overstep boundaries. i will end the rp if it gets excessive. however, i’m very chatty and enjoy making playlists and pinterest boards alongside our rp au’s so it’d be cool to have partners open to that sort of connection. i’m always down for friendships outside of our rp too so the gaps of time don't feel awkward or stilted.

if all of this sounds good to you and you’re interested in getting to know me as a potential friend or likewise to write, don’t hesitate to dm me on here or head on over to discord and add me; my username is gyumie. ♡

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here4theheartbreak · 1 year

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Heaven Sent, Hell Bound (2Min)

AO3 | AsianFanFics

Relationships: Minho x Taemin Genre: smut | fluff | angel/demon AU Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~15.7k

Tags: Smut, Fluff, Angel/Demon AU, Corruption AU, Alcohol, Angel Choi Minho, Demon Lee Taemin, Getting Together, Dirty Talk, Rough, Bottom Lee Taemin, Top Choi Minho

Summary: Taemin has one final assignment to complete before he can move up in the ranks of Hell's Army. A trifle really, easy. Seduce and corrupt an angel. And he just so happens to know where one is on earth.

Square: Lee Taemin; inspired by tear Of gOd by OnlyOneOf ( @kpopwritingbingo )

The first thing that Taemin learned when he stepped foot on earth was that it stunk. Not in the amazing, eye watering way that his level of hell did, no. This place smelled like rot and despicability that even a demon would grimace at.

The second thing he learned was that angels smell amazing. He should have found it repulsive. The sickly-sweet purity, cutting through all of the decay and depravity. As a self-respecting demon – anything that pure should have made him want to vomit in the most Exorcist manner possible – ideally all over the nearest unsuspecting nun or expectant mother. But not Taemin. As soon as he neared the location of the angel he was hunting, the most delightful, overwhelming joy came over him. He had to physically stop walking to calm his racing heart and keep from rushing toward the source of that delectable scent.

Taemin was a young demon, working his way up through the ranks of their militia. This would be his final promotion, into the ranks of King Asmodeus’ legions – if he could pass this one final test. While most demons in his position waited generations for the opportunity to advance, Taemin’s promotion came with a stroke of celestial luck. In order to advance his rank, Taemin would need to corrupt the incorruptible – a pure blood angel. Of course, with the inability to enter the realm of said angels, it often took years to obtain one to complete the task. Taemin, however, was given the task just as a recently promoted angel was given his own task; to spend a month on earth without the use of his powers, in order to experience the “beauty of humanity”. Taemin knew nothing about his mark, aside from the fact that he would likely be beautiful and smell awful. He was excited about the work ahead, however. Seduction had always been his strong suit and the challenge of a supposedly chaste and perfect angel was exactly what he craved.

Before leaving hell, Taemin had asked some of his friends where they thought an angel on earth might hang out. The answers ranged from churches (duh) to gardens, to Kibum’s droll response of “probably screwing a nun”. None of them had gotten it correct, however.

Bartending, apparently, was where an angel sent to earth chose to spend their time. Specifically, bartending at a tiny little hole in the wall bar, where Taemin was pretty sure he’d seen a rat in the bathroom having dinner with the roaches.

The angel was just as beautiful as Taemin had been led to believe. He had a small, neatly semi-symmetrical face, with dark, emotional eyes. His hair was styled in a simple, unassuming way. His shoulders were broad, and Taemin could see his muscles under the tight black t-shirt he wore, flexing as he cleaned glasses. Though he was quiet for the hour that Taemin observed him from his corner table in the bar, he drew humans to him like moths to a flame. Taemin listened to at least fifteen people spill their woes over a few drinks, all while the handsome man nodded sympathetically.

How he wasn’t losing his mind was beyond Taemin. Didn’t this angel know that this stuff meant nothing in the long run? These humans would live an insect’s span of existence in the greater scheme of things, then die and be judged accordingly. Their tears were wasted over the random men and women they were in “love” with.

Halfway through the second hour, Taemin was ready to out himself as a demon just to give the poor handsome angel a break. Instead, a far more brilliant plan emerged in his mind. He rose slowly, walking carefully toward the bar to avoid drawing too much attention from the humans. He was created as an incubus, which meant that even when he didn’t want it, he tended to draw people’s interest.

Taemin made it to the bar without incident and settled onto a stool a fair distance from the other patron, a young woman who’d been flirting with the angel to no avail for the past twenty minutes.

The angel approached Taemin, his easy smile wavering when he made eye contact. “H—Hi,” he said after a minute. “Need a refill?” He jutted his chin toward the beer bottle in Taemin’s hand.

“No… I actually have a question.”

“Shoot.” The angel leaned down, fixing something under the bar near Taemin’s seat.

“What’s your name?”

The angel glanced up. He smiled brightly, his teeth perfect and straight. No wonder the woman had been flirting with him; that smile alone was to die for. Taemin swallowed hard, mentally scolding his heart for picking up speed.

“Minho. Yours? I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“Taemin. I’m new in town. Which was actually what I wanted to ask. How long have you been around? The bar patrons seem friendly with you.”

“A few weeks,” Minho said. He leaned on the counter and faced Taemin. “I’ve just got a way with people. Good listener.”

“I guess that’s important for this job.” Taemin took a sip of his beer. “Do you know if there might be any openings in the bar?” He asked as casually as he could.

“You looking for work?”

Taemin nodded. “Yeah. I’m sort of moving around right now, but this town seems nice. I wouldn’t mind staying here for a bit, so long as I found a place.”

Minho nodded. His gaze lingered on Taemin’s a little too long, brows furrowing for a moment. “Yeah,” he said, a bit distracted. He blinked and shook his head. “Sorry, um… I don’t mean to stare, but you look… Really familiar. Are you sure you’ve never been around?”

Taemin shook his head, shifting his features just enough to give himself an innocent, youthful expression. “Never. I guess I just have one of those faces.” He smiled brightly then and leaned more over the bar. “Is it a pleasant familiarity at least?”

“Oh—” Minho hesitated, confusion crossing his features. Taemin locked gazes with him, letting a whisper of his magic creep out and surround Minho. Minho reacted instantly, straightening up with a grimace. “What?” He asked, a little more sharply.

Taemin withdrew his magic, pouting softly. Well that wouldn’t work. “Sorry, I asked if I was familiar to you, to a good person you knew.”

“Oh.” Minho nodded after a second, seeming to shake off the fog that covered him due to Taemin’s magic. “Yeah, I’d guess so. Most people are pretty good.”

“You have an optimism about yourself,” Taemin said. “Doesn’t it get hard to keep that, working in a bar?”

“Nah.” Minho shrugged. He nodded to a man who entered before looking back to Taemin. “People are inherently pretty great. They just struggle sometimes. Place like this… I see everything.”

Taemin bit his tongue, struggling not to argue about humanities flaws with Minho. That would be the last thing that would make the angel interested in him. He nodded instead, smiling in a way he hoped was understanding and pleasant. He watched Minho walk over to the other end of the bar, leaning forward to chat with the new man that had entered.

Taemin finished his drink and quietly slipped from the bar. The sun was shining warm on his skin, not nearly warm enough to feel comfortable, despite the lack of clothing worn by all the humans around him. He wandered down the sidewalk, doing his best to blend in as he considered his next move.

Minho’s time on earth was meant to be spent living as a human, learning about them and taking those lessons back to heaven. Taemin had misunderstood this as having no powers, but Minho still had some residual celestial power, as evidenced by their conversation. He was able to sense – and reacted negatively – to Taemin’s own seduction power. He likely had some form of angelic charm, drawing the humans to him to spill their guts – though this may have been the alcohol consumption. Not being able to use his power made Taemin’s work in seducing him more of a challenge, but not one he wasn’t happy to take on.

The first thing he needed to do was establish himself as a presence in the handsome angel’s life. Which meant being around him, and being human – at least in appearance. Taemin followed the lingering traces of Minho’s scent to various locations around the small town.

First, a café that stunk of coffee beans and sweat amid the sugar and chemically altered flavorings. Minho must drink this stuff. Taemin made a mental note to determine which flavor he liked.

Next, a small grocery store. Taemin grabbed a basket absentmindedly, following the scent around the aisles and pausing where it seemed stronger, trying to determine what Minho may have grabbed. Did he need to eat? Was his power that removed? Or was it all for show? Another question that Taemin would need an answer to. He purchased a small bag of cinnamon candy, absently chewing it as he wandered to the next location.

This one was a small apartment building. Where Minho lived, possibly? Taemin touched the knob, reaching out with his magic to unlock the main door and slip inside. He traced the scent up to the second floor, lingering at a door emblazoned with a bronze 12 on it. Taemin touched the knob once more, unlocking it and pushing it open carefully. The apartment was sparsely furnished and obviously empty. A chair and table and a small rug were present in the front area. Taemin could see a kitchen, just as sparse – the counters were entirely empty. He crept into the kitchen and opened the fridge, surprised to see it properly filled with food enough for one person. A quick peek through the rest of the cupboards revealed that the kitchen was far less sparsely stocked than the empty counters implied; the angel was apparently just a neat freak.

Stepping deeper into the apartment, Taemin peeked into a clean bathroom, glancing in the medicine cabinet. Basic skincare, toothbrush, things that one would expect to find in the bathroom of a human man equal to the age Minho appeared. Taemin nodded in approval. The angel had done his homework, apparently; he wondered how many humans Minho anticipated coming over to see this façade. Not many, if the lack of a couch was any indication.

The bedroom was the final room Taemin entered. The bed was large and the blanket was white and soft looking. There were a row of pillows in soft blues and purples along the headboard, and a nightstand, empty save for a lamp and a notebook stood at the right. The closet was neatly organized, with an array of shirts and jeans hanging, and a small dresser that was filled with socks and underwear. A few pairs of sneakers and a pair of snowboots were present as well. The boots made Taemin scowl; how long did Minho intend to stay on earth? He pulled open the drawer of the nightstand, unsurprised to find a Bible tucked into it. He was far more surprised, however, to find a bottle of lubricant and a small pile of condoms next to said holy book. Taemin grabbed one of the condoms, smirking at the size; he’d assumed Minho was well endowed – it was nice to have confirmation. However, he’d been under the impression that angels on these sabbaticals couldn’t partake in human acts of sin. Unless he was intending on marrying a human in order to experience sex… Taemin’s scowl deepened. He dropped the condom back into the drawer and shut it with his hip. He crept out of the apartment and locked it back up, sneaking down to the front and exiting once more.

Once outside, he looked over the buzzer box, spotting the one marked ‘Office’. He pressed it and waited. There was an uncomfortable crackle before a tinny woman’s voice answered.

“Yes?”

“Hi, I’m wondering if you guys have any available apartments?”

“How many bedrooms?”

“Just one. Single person.”

“Come in, follow the first floor signs for office, we can talk.” A louder buzz sounded, and Taemin smirked, pulling open the door. He walked into the office, allowing his powers to envelop him as he smiled softly at the woman sitting behind the desk. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked at him.

“Oh—Good morning,” she said, rising.

“Morning, ma’am. My name’s Taemin. I’m new in town. I heard from a friend that you might have an open apartment?”

She rose, nodding. It took her a few seconds to make noise despite her mouth moving, her eyes never leaving Taemin’s.

“Yes, of course,” she said in a rush of breath.

Taemin could smell her arousal from where he stood, thick and pungent as she undressed him with her eyes. Humans. So easy to manipulate. He stepped forward, hiding his laugh behind a cough when she moved backwards in surprise, falling ungracefully into her chair. Taking a seat, he leaned forward and smiled again. “What do I need to do to rent one?”

The woman rattled off a list of requirements, fidgeting with papers in front of her as she did. He could see her squirming in her seat as Taemin pulled the required documents from his pocket for her inspection. He knew he could have just as easily presented her with a piece of paper torn from a year-old newspaper from another country and still gotten the apartment – but why risk it? Minho had done well, presenting as a human; the least Taemin could do was match that energy for his own assignment.

“We have an opening down here,” she said, finally gathering her bearings enough to flirt back. “Right next to my door.”

Taemin smiled, leaning a little closer to her. “Lovely… But I prefer the second floor. Apartments near the number twelve, actually… Old suspicion of mine. Anything there?”

She hesitated a moment before nodding. “Twelve is taken, but thirteen is available. Next to it. An unlucky number, but…”

“It’s perfect,” Taemin said quickly, flashing a bright grin and watching the woman’s eyelids flutter as her arousal spiked.

“H—Here. Just need the deposit.” She placed the keys in front of him, her hand shaking visibly.

Taemin pulled his wallet from his pocket, withdrawing a handful of paper money and sliding it across to her. Her eyes widened. “Oh—”

“I prefer cash. Old soul, I think,” he lied easily. “That’s okay, I hope?”

“Of course, let me write you a receipt. This is well over three months of rent…”

“That’s good. I would like to keep myself advanced on bills.” He grabbed the key and tucked it into his pocket.

When she held out the receipt Taemin took it, sliding his hand over hers. When he did she shuddered, unable to suppress the moan that slipped out as came instantly. Taemin smiled, letting her hand slip from his grip when she slumped back in the chair, barely able to keep her eyes open. A little surge of power spiked his pulse, the energy from her pleasure a delightful treat. Though he didn’t need sexual energy to survive, it was absolutely delicious when he was able to pull it. He wondered how Minho’s energy would taste. Would it have that same floral, delightful pureness? Or would his sinning sour it to something rich and dark? Taemin could barely wait to find out.

Taemin stepped out of the apartment building, taking a moment to gather his bearings. The sky had turned a lovely, fiery orange as the sun began to set. He headed back toward the bar, allowing his magic to extend back to furnish the apartment that he’d rented next to Minho’s place. No reason he couldn’t be comfortable while he completed his assignment, he figured.

The atmosphere around the bar was far livelier than when Taemin had left it earlier in the day. Though he wouldn’t call it exciting, it was far louder and more boisterous, both outside and inside. Minho was still at the bar, his bright grin contagious as he laughed over something a baby faced young man said to him.

Taemin stepped up to them, catching Minho’s eyes. He nodded. “Be with you in just a sec,” he called before stepping down the bar to pass a drink to another customer.

Taemin’s brows rose, surprise cutting through him. He’d never been told to wait before. He pouted a little, leaning on the bar. The boy that had been talking to Minho touched his arm.

“I’m Sungho. I’ve never seen you around before.”

Taemin hesitated, biting back a snide comment. He smiled instead, relaxing the hold he had on his magic instinctively. Sungho’s shoulders slumped a little, his gaze going a bit unfocused as it affected him.

“Taemin,” Taemin took the hand Sungho held out, pressing a kiss boldly to the back of his hand. Despite the spark of energy he gained from the easy seduction, something troubled him. Sure, he could seduce anyone with his magic. Even the most pious of nuns and priests were no match for his power. But that was all it was. Magic. Magic that he couldn’t use to seduce Minho, who had instinctual barriers against it. Even letting it free here, in Minho’s presence, ran the risk of him being outed as demon before he managed to even get a kiss out of the pretty angel. But what was Taemin without that magic? Could he seduce a human – let alone an angel – without the use of his power? The question made Taemin uneasy. He pulled back on his magic, quickly clamping it deep inside of himself, and settled onto the stool next to Sungho.

“I’m new in town,” he said, keeping his voice gentle enough that Sungho had to lean forward to hear him.

“What brings you here?”

“Work. As in, I’m looking for a job. My last one fell through.”

“What do you do?”

“Singer,” Taemin said after a barely noticeable pause. He wasn’t – really – but when it came to human jobs, it was one of the few he knew he could do without problems or excess magic use.

“You’re a singer?” Minho’s voice cut through their conversation. Both Sungho and Taemin looked at him.

Minho smiled sheepishly, taking a step back from the bar. “Sorry, that was very rude. I didn’t mean to listen in.”

“It’s quite alright,” Taemin said smoothly, smiling gently. “I am a singer. Sometimes, when I’m needed as one.”

“You should’ve said that earlier,” Minho said. “We just lost our last performer.” He motioned with his head to the back, where a small stage sat empty. “I bet my boss would be more than happy to talk to you about a job.”

“Yeah? I’d love that. When is he in?”

Minho glanced at his watch. “She usually comes in around ten, so if you’re willing to wait around for an hour?”

“That’s fine. I was gonna have a drink anyways.”

Minho nodded. “What can I get you?”

“You pick.” Taemin grinned brightly. “I trust you.”

Minho’s gaze narrowed a little, his mouth curling up into a smile of his own. “We just met, how am I so trustworthy?”

He shrugged, putting his chin on his hand. “Just a vibe I get. Am I wrong?” He looked at Sungho for confirmation, who smiled and shook his head no.

“Minho’s the best bartender we’ve had in a long time. Very trustworthy guy.”

“Now you’re just flirting,” Minho teased, tossing a cardboard coaster on the counter and setting a glass on it. He grabbed a few bottles and a shaker, setting to work. Taemin watched him for a few moments, drawn in by the way he worked, his movements fluid and precise despite his size.

Their gazes met when Minho poured the vibrant red drink into the glass. He slid it over to Taemin by the coaster, smiling. “Here you go.”

“What is it?” Taemin asked, picking it up.

“A red devil.” Minho said. He tapped the bar. “Lemme know how you like it.” He said before heading down to where an older woman called his name.

Taemin’s brows furrowed. Did Minho know? There was no way. He wouldn’t be relaxing and chatting with him like this if he did. Especially not flirting. Was that flirting? Taemin’s scowl deepened for a moment. Did he even know what human flirting was these days? He’d relied on his magic for so long…

Sungho nudged him. “How is it?” He asked.

“Hm? Oh.” Taemin took a sip, surprised at the fruity flavor with the level of alcohol he’d watched Minho pour into the shaker. “It’s really good,” he said, grinning. “Wanna try?” He offered the glass over.

“Sure.” Sungho took a sip, his eyes widening. He licked his lips. “Oh wow, that is good! I’ll have to order one when he gets back. What’d he call it?”

“A red devil.”

Sungho snorted. “Cute name.”

“How long has he been around here?” Taemin asked, watching Minho move.

“About a month. Feels like he’s been here forever honestly, he’s really fit in fast.”

“Do you know much about him?”

“Not really.” Sungho shrugged. “He rolled into town about a month ago, ended up coming into the bar and talking to the boss. She loved him right away and gave him a job. He said he was looking for a quiet place to settle down for a while, didn’t specify why. Of course, it’s a small town, there were rumors. He was some insane serial killer, he was a government agent, you know.” Sungho snorted. “But he’s just a sweet guy. I know it’s his job to listen to bar patrons complain, but everyone I’ve talked to that’s spoken with him – myself included – he makes you feel really important. He’s very good at his job, I guess, or he just… Loves everyone.”

Taemin smiled softly at Sungho’s description. “He sounds amazing. Are you and he a thing?”

Sungho laughed brightly. “Oh God no, I wish. Me and half the people in this place. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone not flirt with him, even our local pastor makes excuses to come in and flirt.”

“Does he have a partner yet?”

Sungho shook his head. “Not that we know of. Always goes home alone too, sadly. Guy like that…” He slumped his cheek into his hand and sighed heavily. Taemin chuckled into his glass. He knew the feeling.

Taemin nursed his drink for the next hour. Though he wouldn’t get drunk from something as simple as a human alcohol, it was good to keep up appearances. While he did, he watched Minho work, listening into his conversations with various patrons to try and learn anything he could that would help him in his seduction.

Sungho had been correct; everyone flirted with Minho, and while he remained polite about it, he never played into their flirtation, seemingly unaffected. Even the most intense flirting from some of the more beautiful humans, Taemin couldn’t sense a whisper of arousal from him.

Minho’s boss was a handsome older woman that Taemin immediately liked. If this were any other visit to earth, Taemin would have sought her as a bed partner immediately. She sized him up across the table they chose in a quieter corner of the bar.

“Do you have a resume?” She asked.

“No.” Taemin did his best to look chided. “Most of my jobs have been kinda as needed.”

“What have you done in the past?”

“In other towns I’ve worked as singer in bars, kinda like this. I’ve done some maintenance work, some sales work.”

She nodded. “What do you sing?”

“Pop, usually. But I’ll try whatever’s put in front of me.” He grinned at that, relieved when she cracked a small smile at his joke.

“You have confidence for sure, which can be good. Or horrible.” She smirked. “But you’re charming too. You’ve certainly charmed our new bartender, he seemed pretty eager to have me talk to you.”

Taemin smiled brightly at that, glancing at Minho across the bar. “He’s a sweet guy.”

“Do you two know each other?”

Taemin shook his head. “Met today. I came in earlier to ask for work and then later tonight. He overheard me talking to one of the other patrons about singing.”

“So that is impressive. He’s nice, but hard to please. I guess I should give you a shot on that alone.”

“I’ll try not to disappoint.”

She nodded. “I am sure you won’t. Would it be too forward to ask you to start us off on karaoke tonight?” I can bring in a musician if you need one next week, but just to see how you do?”

Taemin nodded. “Of course, I’m up for that.” He grinned. “Anything you want me to sing in particular?”

“Something that will impress me.”

Taemin’s grin shifted into a playful smirk. He turned his head a bit, narrowing his eyes. “You’re setting me up to fail with that,” he said, leaning forward conspiratorially. “I feel like you are one tough woman to please. For good reason.”

“Oh?” She put her chin on her hand and tapped her nails against her cheekbone gently. “And why do you think that?”

“You have high standards,” Taemin said. He leaned back, waving his hand absently around the bar. “It’s obvious to see. You run a good place. You’re clean and you make sure your servers aren’t slobs. You’re a person of class and you know it, you expect the best from people because you only hire the best.”

She smiled at that and nodded. “Astute assessment from someone so young. Mostly accurate as well. Do you have a psychology degree?”

“I just like watching people. You learn a lot from just listening.”

“My thoughts exactly. And you are right. I am very tough to please. But I feel like you’re up for the challenge.”

Taemin rose and bowed, smiling coyly. “I’ll do my best.”

He stepped up onto the stage, hesitating a moment to let his eyes adjust to the lights angled toward it. It only took a few more seconds to scroll through the song options on the small screen nearby and select a song that he knew well. The music began almost immediately and he grabbed the mic smoothly, smirking at the nearest bar patron. He began to sing, letting his eyes roam over the small group that began to form. He didn’t need his magic for this, and it felt good; despite not being human, he had been blessed with a number of human talents; music was something he’d always had an affinity for. It was an easy way to draw in his victims – willing participants in this case – and it soothed him deep down.

As he sang, the bar quieted, everyone listening to him. Taemin chose a second song quickly, riding the high of adrenaline and joy that being the focus of attention in this way brought him. He could feel eyes on him, and hear murmurs from the various people as he hit each note with ease.

As the song finished, Taemin spotted the young man he’d first smiled at taking a few tentative steps toward the stage. He crouched to be eye level with the man. “Wanna have a go?”

“I’ve never done that before.”

“It’s easy. And if you’re bad, who cares? You still got to try, right?” He grinned warmly and pulled the man up, helping him figure out the karaoke machine before hopping off the stage. He was immediately approached by a handful of people, asking if he was a professional singer, who he was, where he was from, the voices overlapped to the point even Taemin struggled to understand.

“Hey! Let him breathe!” Came a stern voice from behind them. The group separated immediately, revealing Minho, his arms crossed over his broad chest. The boy on stage began to sing, giving the patrons something else to focus on while Taemin made his escape with Minho.

“That was great,” Minho said as they approached the bar. The owner was behind it, tapping various bottles with the back of a pen as she took notes on a small pad in her hand.

“I told you I can do that,” Minho said, his voice taking on a note of anxiety as he circled around the bar.

“Nonsense, I own this place. If you keep doing everything for me, what should I do? Put on a dress and look pretty? Serve drinks?” She slapped Minho playfully on the chest and turned to face Taemin, who’d stopped in front of the bar.

“Plus, you were rescuing our new resident celebrity. You said you could sing – not that you were that good at it.”

“I’m okay,” Taemin said, smiling softly. It was a strange feeling, Minho’s gaze on him. It made him feel almost modest.

She snorted. “Understatement of the century, kid. You have the job, if you want it.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Sing. Just like that. Starting off karaoke like that at night would be great. The more they sing, the more they drink. But I want some real performances from you too… Once a week to start. If you’re willing to come in at least three other nights to work karaoke and…” She drifted off. “I think he could be behind the bar a bit. Not serving drinks, but he could help you take orders when it gets busy. Keep the customers happy and talking… Would that work for you?” She asked, looking at Minho.

He nodded. “I think that would work. Minho met Taemin’s gaze, smirking softly. “He certainly has a fanbase already.” He nodded behind Taemin. Taemin glanced back, spotting a few of the people that had come up to him after he left the stage. They were watching him closely, talking in one another’s ears. He flashed a bright grin and shook his head, turning back to the two.

“I’d be happy to come in, that all sounds great. Do you want me to give you a list of songs I’m good at singing? For a DJ or someone?”

“Yeah. You can write it out and bring it to Minho tomorrow. For now, come to the back with me. Contracts, legal stuff, gotta work it out with you.”

Taemin followed her to the back room, listening politely as she explained the legal aspects of the job. It didn’t really matter to Taemin; he wasn’t going to be staying long enough for any of this to be relevant, and he didn’t need money when he could just conjure it, but making a good impression was everything – especially since this woman had just given him his in to getting that handsome angel in his bed.

After everything was signed and agreed on, the boss offered her hand. “I’m so rude. I never introduced myself. I’m Jian.”

“Nice to meet you.” Taemin shook her hand firmly. “Can I ask you something that might be entirely out of line?”

“Shoot. Now’s the time to ask, you’re not officially my employee until tomorrow.”

He chuckled. “I suppose not. Um… Minho.”

She smirked. “What about him?”

“Is he… Um… You know. Are you and he…”

She laughed brightly then and shook her head quickly. “Oh God, no. No, he’s available for you.”

“F—For me?” Taemin did his best to look bewildered. She smiled, tilting her head to the side.

“Oh, as if I didn’t notice the way you two were looking at each other. He is far too young for me, plus I don’t date employees. He is a handsome man though. You could do worse.”

Taemin smiled sheepishly, lowering his gaze to the desk.

“I don’t have a ban on employees dating, by the way… If it comes to that. Just don’t let it affect work if you do, okay?”

“I doubt it’ll… You know.” Taemin rubbed the back of his neck, hoping he was doing a convincing job of looking shy. “Sungho said he was kinda distant in that way, not really into dating.”

“Not into dating customers. Which is a damn good mindset. One I hope you take to heart. But I’ve never seen him act like he did tonight.”

“How so?” Taemin asked softly.

“That boy nearly ran around the bar to save you from your gaggle of new fans. You’d think you were some idol and he was your body guard with the way he protected you. It’s cute.”

Taemin’s smile grew then, and his heart gave a little flutter. Strange – he didn’t recall it ever doing that before. “Yeah?” He asked, realizing it was far easier to sound hopeful.

She nodded. “Yeah. Trust me. I’ve got a good eye for these things.” She patted Taemin’s wrist. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Remember to bring Minho that list so I can get it looked over. I have a few different musicians that like playing, but they prefer playing for a singer, so, a list will help me figure out who can come in and when, that’ll help us narrow down your schedule too.”

“Of course, I’ll bring it tomorrow afternoon, so he can give it to you right away.”

She nodded again. “Good boy. Come on. Things will be busy for the rest of the night, I’ve gotta help out Minho. You’re welcome to stay, watch how we do it. It’d be great if you could pick up a few things yourself, start helping him with basic drinks.”

“I’m happy to learn.”

Taemin walked back out with her, surprised to see that the bar had filled far more in the thirty minutes they’d spent in the back. He circled around, spotting a seat at the bar that he could slip onto and watch Minho work. There was little time to talk through the remainder of the night, as Jian had implied; they seemed to draw a lot of business for being in such a small town.

Taemin could feel the energy drifting through the bar in waves – all of the emotions clashing together in a loud orchestra that made every nerve ending light up. He wondered if Minho felt the same way; if angels could pick up on the little energy changes the way demons were taught to. It would make sense, he supposed. But he knew very little about angels, on purpose; they guarded their secrets closely lest they be found out and brought down by some hellspawn. Taemin smirked into his glass at the thought. Demons hadn’t given any serious thought to angels in many millennia. They’d moved onto bigger and better things; it was angels that were stuck in the past. Aside from these occasional silly tests, demons could care less about angels and their comings and goings.

Taemin slipped out of the bar before closing and headed back toward his apartment. He didn’t want to have Minho find out about his living situation quite yet – let them develop a friendship first, then have it be a lovely coincidence. He grinned when he entered his now furnished apartment. While the angel’s next door was minimalist and white, Taemin had gone with a far more drastic pattern. A large black and red rug filled the living room, with a comfortable black leather couch and a large television, as well as a dark cherry wood coffee table. The curtains were heavy and crimson, blocking out all light when closed. His bedroom was similar, the king-sized bed covered with black silk sheets and a deep red comforter.

Taemin stripped nude and slipped under the cover, sighing contentedly. Sleep was voluntary as a demon, but he’d never turn down the excuse for rest. It was one of those human things that he simply couldn’t get enough of. His dreams that night were filled with an entirely different view of the world than he was used to. Instead of death, sex, and flames, Taemin found himself walking through a meadow with Minho, his wings vibrant white to Taemin’s sleek black feathers. Their fingers were laced together as they walked, settling down to rest near a babbling stream.

Taemin could hear Minho’s heart pounding as he rested his head on his chest, and his own matched the rapid beat. Contentment, Taemin realized in his dream. That was what he felt here. Contentment and peace… And something entirely new. A strange feeling that made his heart patter against his ribs and his stomach flutter like a thousand flies were trapped in it. A feeling he didn’t quite have a name for, though it was on the tip of his tongue. A feeling that he finally named, waking with a jolt as the sun rose in the sky.

Love.

Despite the uncomfortable wake up call, Taemin brushed it off as he got ready for his day. Eating was voluntary – but Taemin couldn’t resist the allure of an aggressively sweet bowl of sugary cereal as he researched common flirting practices of humans – through some popular television programs, of course. Afterward, he took a moment to write out some songs that he wouldn’t mind performing to give to Minho. Though this was all a part of his ultimate task, he found himself somewhat excited about the prospect of performing like this. He’d never been on earth this long before; normally he only came to visit to seduce his quota of innocent souls before slinking back to his home in hell. He hadn’t realized just how much there was to do up here.

When Taemin had determined he’d wasted enough of the day on research (and binge watched that particular program because he needed to see if they ended up together), he changed into a pair of form fitting jeans a black t-shirt and boots before heading down to the bar once again.

Despite it being a Sunday afternoon, the bar was just as busy as it had been the day before. Taemin recognized many of the faces, though there were a number of new ones as he made his way to the bar. Minho smiled when he entered, jutting his chin toward Taemin in greeting as he listened to the customer in front of him. Taemin approached quietly, taking a seat at the bar.

Minho nodded to the customer, making a quick excuse about having another patron, and hurried over to Taemin.

“You’re welcome for the escape,” Taemin teased softly. Minho smiled gratefully.

“He’s nice. Just talkative. Want a drink?”

“Sure. The one you made last night was great.”

“I’m surprised it didn’t knock you on your butt; that drink is strong.”

Taemin shrugged. “I’ve got a high tolerance.”

Minho snorted. He pulled out the bottles, beginning to make the drink. “I’d say. You sounded really good last night by the way. I was impressed.”

“Thank you.” Taemin smiled softly. “Oh, I brought the list.” He pulled out the paper and slid it across the bar. Minho took it, his eyes moving back and forth as he skimmed the songs. He nodded and tucked it into his pocket. “I’ll get it to Jian when she comes in. Are you gonna be here tonight? We could use another karaoke starter,” he teased. He slid the vibrant drink over to Taemin.

“I’d be glad to. Any requests?” Taemin leaned over the bar a little, putting his chin on his hand.

Minho’s gaze narrowed, his mouth thinning. He tapped his chin in thought. “Something sweet. I like happy songs.”

“Songs about falling in love?” Taemin asked,

Minho smiled softly and nodded. “Yeah, those ones are good.”

Taemin nodded in agreement. “I’ll sing one just for you tonight then.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Minho said, holding up a finger as he walked toward the other end of the bar.

Taemin finished his drink and paid before stepping outside. Having nowhere in particular to go, but not wanting to linger around the bar for longer than necessary, lest Minho find something suspicious, Taemin wandered down the sidewalk, following traces of Minho’s angelic scent as he did. This trail led him to a beautiful park, tucked away behind an office building. The center was filled with a lush garden of flowers, and around it was a beautifully kept meadow. Taemin’s heart skipped a beat, his skin tingling with déjà vu as he walked through the meadow. It ended at a small stream, winding lazily around and disappearing under a bridge. Recognition hit Taemin like a brick. His dream; he’d seen this exact meadow in his dream. He spun around, half expecting to find Minho – or some other angelic presence – watching him, outing him as a demon. But the park was empty, save for an elderly man walking along the trail surrounding the meadow.

The uneasy feeling of being watched didn’t stop even when Taemin left the field and headed back toward his apartment. His skin tingled, nerves further fraying whenever someone glanced at him, no matter how innocently. He hurried back toward his apartment, this new feeling of insecurity one he didn’t relish. A part of him wanted nothing more than to disappear, fly back into hell and curl up in his warm home, forget about the angel and earth and the promotion. But something held him back, kept him from turning tail and running. A part that kept thinking of the promise he made to Minho, to sing a love song, and the remembering the way Minho’s hand felt in his in the dream, how the new fluttering sensation in his tummy and heart tickled like nothing he’d ever felt before. Maybe it was the thrill of a new experience, maybe it was something wholly different, but whatever it was, it made Taemin want to see this through.

He returned to the bar that evening, his motivation renewed. As he’d assumed it would be, the bar was far busier, and he barely had a moment to say hello to Minho before the other was stepping away to take another order. Jian was behind the bar as well, serving drinks and chatting with patrons. She waved Taemin over when she spotted him.

“I got your list, I sent it out to the musicians I know, they should be getting back to me throughout the week. I’m pretty confident that we’ll have you sing a formal set, about an hour or so, this upcoming Friday, but I don’t know who will be playing with you. Is that okay?”

Taemin nodded. “I’m easygoing with it. Just let me know whenever you find out.”

“Would you be willing to do a little tonight? We have an older crowd on Sunday nights, so we likely won’t get much, but a few might want to sing after you.”

“I can give it a shot. Should I go now, or wait?”

“Give it about an hour. Wanna come back behind the bar and let me show you some of the basics?”

Taemin nodded. He rose and circled around the bar, easily dodging Minho’s arm by ducking under him. Jian chuckled. “A natural. Those fast reflexes will come in handy back here.”

The evening passed quickly while Taemin worked to learn the ropes of the bar. Though it would have been just as easy to pull from the infinite knowledge his magic could give him, there was a fun little thrill he felt in learning and succeeding in these new things. They were simple, he knew, given what he was, but it brought a feeling of joy he’d not felt in many years.

As the night drew on, Taemin climbed onto the stage once more, choosing a few older songs to appeal to the crowd that filled the seats that night. A few individuals came up after him, but more asked him to sing another song, even requesting he sing this or that that they liked. He humored a few requests, singing every little while between bursts of heavy business at the bar.

Though he hadn’t intended to, Taemin stayed until close, helping Jian and Minho clean up the tables and close down the bar. She clapped her hand on his shoulder as they stepped out into the early morning air, cooled off with the lack of sun.

“Thank you for your hard work tonight, Taemin. You did so much more than was expected.”

“Honestly,” Minho agreed, locking up the back door of the bar. “You were a massive help; I don’t think we’ve ever gotten orders out so fast.”

“He picked it up so quickly too. You’re sure you’ve not bartended before?”

Taemin smiled sheepishly, his stomach fluttering with excitement over their praise. “No, I haven’t. I’m a quick study though. I’m glad I could help.”

“Do you need a ride home?” Jian asked, motioning to her car in the parking lot.

“No, I live walking distance,” Taemin said. He bit his tongue. “Just up a few blocks.”

Minho cocked his head to the side. “What building?”

Taemin told him, trying to sound casual as he spoke.

“Hey, no kidding? That’s where I live.”

“Really?” Taemin grinned. “What a crazy coincidence. Wanna walk home with me?”

Minho nodded. He gave Jian a quick hug. “See you on Tuesday?”

“Of course. Night.” She squeezed Taemin’s shoulder again before walking to her car and getting in. Minho and he waited until she drove off before heading down the street toward the apartment building.

Taemin had about a hundred things he wanted to say to Minho while they walked, but for the first time in his very long life, he found himself entirely unable to speak. Nothing his mind helpfully supplied sounded right or good to start with, and nothing he wanted to ask seemed appropriate as they walked in the quiet early morning. It was ultimately Minho that broke the silence first.

“Your singing tonight was really something. Some of the folks that were there until we closed usually don’t stay for more than a drink or two.”

“Thank you,” Taemin said, smiling softly. “I don’t know if it was entirely my singing that caused them to stay though.”

“Oh, it was, trust me. I’ve been working there long enough to know some of these folks very well.”

“How long have you been there? Everyone seems to know you and be comfortable with you.”

Minho shrugged. “I’ve just got that way with people; can make them open up and relax.”

“That’s a good quality. Have you always been able to do that? Little boy Minho talking to the grown-ups like he was a psychologist?”

Minho’s smile softened a little. He shrugged. “It’s an inborn gift. Same as you seem to have a way with your own gifts. You’re very charismatic. Even when you messed up tonight, nobody seemed to mind. I’ve watched some of those patrons rip our waitresses a new one just for looking at them wrong.”

“People are complex,” Taemin said. “Sometimes they react without thinking.”

“And sometimes certain types just… Work for them.” Minho agreed. He unlocked the door to the building and let Taemin step in. “I’m on the second floor. You?”

“Me too. Apartment thirteen.”

Minho’s brows furrowed. “Thirteen?”

“Yeah? What… Did you know someone who lived there before?”

“No, it’s… Always been empty since I’ve been here. It’s weird, actually. I’m twelve.”

“Really?” Taemin feigned what he hoped was an appropriate level of pleasant surprise. “What a crazy coincidence! I should’ve stuck around last night, we could’ve walked back together like this.”

Minho nodded, still watching Taemin. He turned away only once they ascended the stairs. Taemin tried to remain relaxed in his posture, keeping a gentle smile on his face. Minho’s expression was unsettling; like he knew more than he was letting on.

“I’ll see you later,” Minho said when they reached their doors.”

“Jian said the bar isn’t open tomorrow?”

“No she’s closed on Mondays.”

Taemin leaned against his door, facing Minho. “What do you plan on doing tomorrow?”

Minho inhaled deeply, glancing down the hall. He shrugged. “I usually just walk around town. There’s a church I visit, volunteer a little time there. Wanna come with me?”

Taemin hesitated. Though there would be no actual physical harm in him going into a church – they made him distinctly uncomfortable for very obvious reasons. He pursed his mouth in thought.

“What time?” He asked finally. Minho smirked. He leaned back a bit, his gaze nearly sizing Taemin up as they stood.

“I’ll come get you around eleven.”

“Sounds good. Should I dress in any certain way?”

“No, it’s usually not too bad of work, helping out sorting papers or cleaning up the parish.”

Taemin nodded. “Sure, I’ll be up.” He unlocked his door and opened it. “Thanks for walking me home.”

“No problem.” Minho hesitated for a moment, looking like he wanted to say something further. Instead he nodded once, entering his own apartment and shutting the door softly. Taemin heard the lock click before entering his own apartment, barely able to hide the smile that appeared on his face as he got ready for bed.

Though Taemin was anticipating hours of discomfort the next day at the church, it was far calmer than he expected. The pastor was a young man with a warm smile. Taemin would have gladly seduced him at another time, but his focus was solely on capturing Minho’s affections in the far slower human manner.

They spent four hours at the church, working with a few other people that Taemin recognized from the bar, including Sungho, to clear out the basement for an upcoming charity sale. Taemin found himself relaxing as he worked, chatting with the humans and forgetting for periods of time that he was there for only one purpose. This was actually nice, he realized; and humans weren’t as boring or awful as his schooling in hell would have led him to believe.

After finishing at the church, Minho left, stating that he needed to help someone with some indistinct chore. Though Taemin was ready to offer his assistance, Sungho grabbed his shoulder. “You wanna come to the diner with us? Our treat. Welcoming you to town, and a thanks for helping us today.”

Taemin agreed easily, waving goodbye to Minho without a second thought until he’d already sat down at the table with the humans. He was here for Minho… Yet he was not only willing – but even happy – to socialize with humans that did not influence his job at all. It was nearly as unsettling as the field the day before had been. What was happening to him?

The answer to that question became clear as days turned to weeks, and weeks to months. Humanity, friendship, and a newfound understanding of mortal life – Taemin was experiencing a new side of existence, one he’d so long overlooked. He tried to keep his mission in mind, seduction, moving up the ranks, the power he would receive after sleeping with this angel, ruining him… But as the days passed, the assignment drifted further to the back of his thoughts until, after a few months, Taemin only thought of it late at night, when he wasn’t so tired from his work or hanging out with Minho, Jian, Sungho, or any of the other friends he’d made in the town that he went to sleep right away.

He hadn’t forgotten that he was a demon – nothing could make him lose that part of himself – but he no longer required his powers to live. He’d been spending money that he earned through the bar work, rather than conjuring it. The week prior, he and Sungho had gone shopping a town over, and he purchased some antique statues to put on shelves he’d bought and Minho had helped him set up. His kitchen remained stocked through shopping trips, and he often replenished drinks and food after nights with friends coming over to watch a human sport, play cards, or just to chat. As demonic as the blood was that ran through Taemin’s veins – he had never felt more human.

Minho was still a very present force in his life, but it was easier to see him as a human that Taemin was interested in, rather than an angel. That interest had changed as well, Taemin knew. While he started the assignment seeing Minho as a means to an end, an experiment, a tool, now he saw him as a friend. A dear friend that he wanted so desperately to be more. Not just sleeping with him either – though the thought of that sent a delightful thrill down Taemin’s belly, stirring up the butterflies that had taken up permanent residence there, it seemed. No, he wanted the dream he’d had his first night on earth. Holding hands, affection… Love.

But he knew he couldn’t. As human as he felt, he wasn’t one, and neither was Minho. A relationship like what Taemin craved would ruin Minho, and while that was, ultimately, Taemin’s original goal, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Part of him knew he’d failed in his mission. He should have gone back to hell the moment he realized, without a doubt, that he would never corrupt Minho in such a way. But going back to hell meant leaving the friends he’d made, his job, Minho. And that was almost worse than having to report his failure. So he stayed, promising just another week, another month, and then he’d go back.

Seven months after Taemin had stepped foot on earth, he and Minho were sharing a table at the bar, having a few drinks on a night that they weren’t working. Jian had recently hired a third bartender, giving Minho more days off, despite his unwillingness to take them at first.

“Will you sing tonight?” Minho asked, motioning to the stage where a couple of college age girls were crooning off key to some popular song. Taemin shook his head.

“Not tonight. Just wanna chat with you.”

“Just chat?”

Taemin’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” He asked after a moment when he was unable to process the implication. Minho smiled softly.

“It’s been seven months since we met.”

“Has it been so long?” Taemin smiled in return. “Feels a lot longer in a good way – and not that long at all.”

“I know. We had a pretty quick friendship, didn’t we? Especially for what we are.”

“What we are?”

Minho’s smile returned. He rested his chin on one hand. I know, Taemin. What you are. Where you’re from.”

Taemin’s heart clenched in a vise of panic. He smiled despite the sudden urge to run from the bar. “What are you talking about? You know where I lived last or something? Little creep. Stalking me?”

Minho’s patient smile remained. “Taemin. Drop the act. You’re a demon.”

Taemin pouted full force. “That’s not a very nice thing to say.”

Minho sighed. He waved the hand his chin wasn’t on, and the entire bar stilled.

Taemin whipped his head around, surprised at the rush of energy he felt. Every human sat frozen, mid-drink, laugh, even the beer being poured at the bar was locked in time.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to use your powers while you were on this sabbatical,” Taemin said softly. He looked back at Minho, his throat clenching. The burst of energy had revealed Minho’s truer form, beautiful wings emerging from his back, and a glowing pale blue aura that matched the natural color of his eyes. He smiled. “We’re not. But you were being stubborn.”

“I hoped you were joking.” Taemin sighed softly, disappointment creeping into his voice as he spoke. “When did you realize it?”

“The first time I saw you.”

“What?”

Minho shrugged. “I was informed that there might be demons out. Trying to make me break my vows. That it’s a special thing, an angel like me. I was taught what to look for. And when I smelled you in my apartment that night, it confirmed it.”

“Ah – I thought I covered my tracks better.”

“You did. But I was already on high alert.”

“Why didn’t ranks of your superiors come to throw me back into the pits of hell?”

Minho remained silent for a moment. “Because I didn’t tell them. I still haven’t.”

“What?” Taemin shouted, surprised. “Minho—You have to.”

“Says who? Demons roam among humanity constantly. How was I to know you were after me and not just out to corrupt humans? As an angel meant to learn how humans live, wouldn’t it make sense to study the demons who influence them?”

“But I was in your place.”

“You were.”

“And constantly around you.”

“You have been,” Minho agreed, his lips curling up into a smile.

“So… It’s pretty obvious what my intentions were.”

Minho leaned forward, cupping his chin in both hands this time. “What are your intentions then, Taemin?”

“To…” Taemin’s cheeks warmed. He looked away, shame eating a hole in his stomach. “To corrupt you. Make you fall.”

“And how is it that you do that?”

“You know how.”

“Mm. I do.” Minho leaned back in his seat again and took a sip of his drink. “I also know you’ve had more than enough time to do the job. You’re stalling. Why?”

“I’m not stalling,” Taemin mumbled. “I’m waiting for the right time. Plus, you already knew what I was supposed to do, you’d never let me succeed.”

“True. But you didn’t know that. So what’s been stopping you? You’re a sex demon, I can tell that much. But you haven’t used your powers. On me or anyone else, since you’ve been here.”

“I didn’t want you to smell it.”

“Fair. But after this long. Taemin… I have given you plenty of opportunities to try.”

Taemin swallowed hard. Minho wasn’t wrong. Especially in the past few months, lingering touches, glances, even a few close, slow dances – he had had more than enough time to steal a kiss, begin the seduction process properly. He hung his head.

“I can’t do it. I’m a failure, is that what you wanted to hear?” He snorted. “Spent years trying to work my way up the ranks, and at the last step I fell down. Because I let myself feel something for the one thing I couldn’t.” He shook his head, meeting Minho’s gentle gaze. “I’m sure that’s a story your superiors will love to hear. A demon who fell for an angel.”

“I’m sure they would, if I spoke to them still.”

“What do you mean?”

“When’s the last time you checked in with your superiors?”

“You know I can’t divulge that—”

“I don’t need details.” Minho sipped his drink again and waved his hand. His wings disappeared, his form shifting ever so slightly back into the human looks as the bar burst with life and energy once more. He sipped his drink. “Just a vague time.”

“About three months ago,” Taemin said.

“It’s been two months for me.”

Taemin scowled at him. “Why?”

Minho hesitated. He spun the now empty bottle in his hand, thumb picking at the label. “Finish your drink, then come take a walk with me. We’ll be able to talk better if we’re alone, I think.”

Taemin did as he was told, swallowing the last mouthful of his drink before rising. They tossed the bottles away and waved to Jian as they walked out into the cold night. Snow had begun falling months ago, and was now starting to melt away with the impending spring.

The two walked in silence for some time, heading in the vague direction of their apartment building, but taking a meandering path through the streets. Finally, Minho spoke.

“I haven’t spoken to them because I don’t want to go back.”

“To heaven? Why not?”

“How much do you know about it? Heaven?”

“Not much. Honestly, we don’t really care.” Taemin chuckled. “Angels love to think we’re trying to get some secrets or something. Take over heaven or ruin earth, I don’t know. Really we’re just… Doing our own thing. We know about you, and when rare things like this assignment come up, we know more, but… The details don’t matter.”

“Well, it sucks.” Minho said simply enough that Taemin stopped walking, his eyes widening. “You—But you’re an angel.”

“Yeah? And you’re a demon. How’s hell? Honestly.”

“Hot,” Taemin admitted, smiling sheepishly.

“Do you love it? Can you wait to get back there, go hang out with your demon buddies and torture souls?”

“That’s… Not true, we don’t… Actually do much torturing,” Taemin mumbled. “But I’m in no rush to get back, you’re right.”

“We’ll go back to the torture thing, but, right? It’s fine where we’re from, but here is so much richer. It’s not so black and white.”

“People don’t expect things from you just because you’re this or that,” Taemin agreed.

“Exactly. So yeah, compared to earth, heaven is boring. And I’m sure hell is too. I don’t want to stop my sabbatical yet, because I don’t want to go back up there. Same reason you haven’t told your superiors that your assignment failed. And why I don’t think you will any time soon.”

They reached their apartment building and Minho grabbed Taemin’s wrist. “And what’s more… I don’t think you’re used to feeling this way in hell. About someone else.”

Taemin looked down. Those now familiar butterflies scattered in his belly again. He nodded. “I know what it is. But we don’t… Really discuss or admit to it in hell.”

“It’s a nice feeling, isn’t it?”

“Once you get used to the butterflies, yeah.” Taemin looked up, letting his gaze linger a moment on Minho’s soft lips, curled up into a soft smile, before meeting his gaze.

“Come up to my apartment,” Minho offered. “We can talk some more. Better than standing in the cold.”

“Have you redecorated? Last time I was in there you had zero places to sit.”

Minho laughed softly. “Fair enough. I still really don’t. Yours then.”

Taemin nodded. They walked up in silence, stripping out of their winter damp clothes by the door before Minho entered the living room and settled onto the couch. Taemin lingered in the kitchen, instinctively beginning to pull out food before hesitating.

“I really have gone native,” he commenting.

“How so?”

“I was about to offer you food and drink.”

“I will take a drink, actually. Might not need it, but humanity got it right when they started making these consumable items.”

“Right?” Taemin laughed a bit. He grabbed two fruity drinks and a box of cookies before entering the living room. He sat down next to Minho. “Honestly, their idea of sweets and their use of sugar is the best thing I’ve experienced.”

Minho laughed and nodded. They sat in silence for a moment, sipping their drinks. It was Taemin that spoke first.

“So if you know what I am, and that I like you… What about you? I mean, we’re friends, I think, but I don’t know anything more. I can’t get a sense of what you feel. Can you feel anything? Do you?”

Minho cleared his throat. He picked at the label on the bottle in his hands, bottom lip moving slightly as he chewed the inside of it. “I do feel things for you. Things that my superiors would have my wings for. I didn’t mean to start liking you. I knew what you were, at first I kept you close just to make sure you didn’t hurt someone but… Then I realized you’re not a bad person. Or… Demon, I guess. And then I really started liking your friendship and that turned into something else. At first I worried I was being seduced by your magic, but I know you haven’t been using it.”

“Not for seven months, honestly,” Taemin admitted. “I knew it wouldn’t work on you, so I had to practice not using it. Then it just became easier to do things the human way.”

“And you made friends. Real human friends.”

“I did. Our friends are important to me. I know a big reason why I’m sticking around still is because of those friendships. So, you actually like me? Even though you know what I am?”

Minho nodded. “I do.”

“What do we do about it?” Taemin asked.

Minho sighed. “I don’t know. It’s a catch-22. As much as I don’t want to go back to heaven… I don’t want to fall.”

“And intimacy with a demon is grounds for falling.”

Minho nodded, his face twisted up in discomfort. “So I mean, we could date in the human sense – going out together for dinners and stuff like that but… Any real intimacy…”

“Would be off limits.”

“Yeah, for the most part. There are a few loopholes.”

“Like what?” Taemin tilted his head.

Minho smirked. “You’re the demon, you don’t know?”

“No, and I’m both offended that you think I should just because I’m a demon… And concerned and surprised that I don’t.” Taemin said, grinning as he spoke to let Minho know he was joking.

Minho leaned back on the couch, his smirk shifting into a more relaxed, albeit just as smug, grin. “Apparently, I learned… I can touch myself, even to the point of orgasm… Without falling. No matter who I’m thinking about.”

“Really? I thought good God-fearing people weren’t supposed to spill their seed.”

Minho shrugged. “Some of that book is… Wildly misinterpreted. Biologically, these bodies just… Ejaculate. It’s nobody’s doing, not a demon or an angel. It’s science. So pleasuring yourself isn’t some big sin. Now… What you think about does matter. I have a few feathers that have… Darkened in the past few months.”

Taemin leaned forward. “You’ve jerked off? Thinking about me?”

Minho squirmed, and Taemin watched his cheeks redden.

“Don’t try to lie, I can smell that you know. I’m a demon. How much?”

“You’re telling me you haven’t?” He mumbled.

“I have. More than a few times. But I’m a demon. It’s kinda my thing. What were you imagining?” He pressed.

Minho squirmed again, looking anywhere but at Taemin.

Taemin sighed. “Fine, keep it a secret. But I expect details at some point. So, okay, you can touch yourself.”

“And I can touch myself thinking of you. Which would imply that as long as you aren’t touching me sexually, we’d be okay.”

“I suppose that makes sense. So that gives us a few avenues.”

“And hanging out together obviously doesn’t do any damage. We’ve slow danced together before and it was fine too. I think that it’s limited to actual sexually intimate things.”

“What about… Kissing?” Taemin asked softly.

“I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to risk it. Since it is a more intimate thing.”

Taemin nodded. “I understand. So we could date, sort of.”

“It doesn’t feel fair to you.”

“You aren’t getting a much better side of the deal though, it’s not like it’d be easy for either one of us. I think we just need to decide if it’s worth it.”

“I stayed on earth for you. Partly for you, I mean. It’s worth it for me.”

Taemin smiled softly at that. “And I guess I stayed for you too, partly so… It’s worth it for me too.”

Minho set his bottle down and took Taemin’s, setting it on the coffee table. He took Taemin’s hands in his own, making the other meet his gaze. “I just have one thing that you need to promise me.”

“Of course.”

“You won’t use your powers. Those ones, you know. On anyone. If we date…”

“I won’t. I’ve been the most celibate sex demon in existence lately, I’m sure. I have no problem keeping it that way.”

Minho smiled at that, his entire face brightening. “I wish I could kiss you,” he whispered.

Taemin leaned forward, moving his head to the side and placing a kiss on Minho’s cheek. “There. It’s better than nothing, right?”

Minho closed his eyes and nodded. He placed a kiss on Taemin’s cheek as well. “So I think this means you deserve a real date from me, right?”

“I would think so. If we wanna do things like the humans do.”

“Next week, when we’re off work. We’ll go to the next town. There’s that restaurant Sungho mentioned he took Junhyung to. We should go there.”

Taemin nodded, grinning at the thought. “Yes. Good, that sounds like a great first date.”

“But until then… I should get back to my place,” Minho said softly.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow at work?”

“Of course.” Minho finished off his drink and rose. Taemin followed, walking with him to the door.

“I’m glad we talked. But you could have told me earlier you knew what I was. I wouldn’t have fought so hard to hide it.”

Minho smirked. “What would the fun be then?”

“You’re conniving for an angel.”

Minho’s grin grew wider. He leaned closer to Taemin, their noses nearly brushing. “You have no idea.” With that he walked out, leaving Taemin gaping at the spot he vacated. He heard Minho’s door close before he snapped out of it, laughing softly in surprise.

Dating an angel was surprisingly easy, at least for the first few months. They went out on dates at least weekly – sometimes doubling with the other couples in their friend group, sometimes alone. They maintained a polite distance at work, despite Jian’s constant teasing about their affectionate looks across the bar, and Taemin’s sudden uptick in love songs during performances.

But as spring turned to summer and the weather warmed, so did their needs. Taemin found himself having to actively resist kissing Minho far more often than usual, and even Minho’s touches became more lingering and heavier with implication than they had before. Once they’d attempted to stay in the same room while masturbating, testing the theory that it was only touches from Taemin that would corrupt Minho, but both realized it was far too much temptation to cross the room and help each other that they never tried it again.

Even sexting was off the table, as their proximity in living spaces was just too risky. They prided themselves on their ability to keep calm heads regarding intimacy, but it was a visible struggle on both sides.

The two went out on the one-year anniversary of the day that they met, going into the next town for dinner and a concert that they were both interested in. As the night passed, that ache in Taemin’s chest seemed to grow so much larger. He desperately wanted Minho in every way, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to resist. But he knew why Minho was reluctant, and he respected that.

When the two arrived back at their apartment building, Minho lingered by his door.

“Wanna come in for a while?” Taemin offered.

“I do,” Minho whispered, but made no move to approach. Taemin waited, smiling gently. He pushed his door opened, beckoning Minho forward. Minho hesitated further. He wet his lips, looking down at the ground a moment.

“What’s the matter?” Taemin asked. He reached out, touching Minho’s cheek. Minho leaned into the touch, closing his eyes. He set his hand over Taemin’s, lacing their fingers together. The familiar tingle of his magic ignited the nerves down Taemin’s arm, drawing goosebumps to his flesh as his own magic rushed back toward Minho; a gentle intimacy that they were allowed despite their forced distance.

Minho opened his eyes suddenly, his pupils wide and dark. He went forward suddenly, pushing Taemin into the apartment as he did. The door slammed behind him as he turned them, pressing Taemin to the wall with his body.

Taemin gasped as the air was knocked from his lungs. “Minho—”

“I can’t do this anymore,” Minho whispered, leaning closer to him. Taemin gasped again, realizing what he was about to do. He braced his hands against Minho’s shoulders and shoved, using just enough of his powers to force the angel backwards.

“We can’t.”

Minho gritted his teeth, baring them for a second. “Please, Taemin – I know you want it to.”

“I do.” Taemin said softly. He relaxed, stepping forward and setting his hands on Minho’s broad shoulders. “I do, you know I do. Take your shoes off, I’ll get us something to drink, and we can talk. I think it’s time for us to do that anyways.”

Minho nodded, closing his eyes. He took a second to compose himself before leaning down to remove his shoes. Taemin stepped back, doing the same before heading into the kitchen. He heard Minho shuffling through the apartment, and the soft whoosh of the couch as he sat. Taemin tried to keep his actions slow and even, not wanting to rush back into the room. He wanted to give Minho a second to gather himself, recover from what had nearly happened, before they approached it. Things could only go one of two ways tonight, Taemin figured, and he wasn’t sure which would make Minho the happiest.

He settled onto the couch next to Minho, remaining quiet as he set two glasses of wine in front of them. Minho was leaning forward, his eyes closed and his hands clasped into a fist over his mouth, as if he were praying.

Taemin leaned back, folding one leg under him and raising the other onto the couch. He clasped his hands around his knee, watching Minho patiently.

After what felt like hours, Minho sighed heavily and opened his eyes. He looked at Taemin, his expression stoic.

“I poured the wine you like,” Taemin said carefully.

“Thank you.” Minho took a sip, staring into the dark red liquid.

“Were you praying?” Taemin asked.

“Yes.”

Taemin nodded. He brought his leg down, crossing them and leaning forward. “Did your God offer any advice?”

“No. He’s been quiet for quite some time. I think they’ve given up on me up there by now.”

“That doesn’t sound much like the religion I know of.”

Minho smiled briefly. “No, it doesn’t, but… It feels that way. I understand now why humans can be so easily swayed away from it. His silence is… Unnerving.”

“If you had kissed me tonight, Minho… You would have fallen.”

“I know.”

“There’s no coming back from that.”

Minho nodded. “I know,” he said again. “You pushed me away.”

“Not because I don’t want to kiss you,” Taemin assured him. He smiled when Minho looked over at him. He shrugged. “I pushed you away because you didn’t look like you were thinking right. I wanted us to talk before we made a decision like that one, so we both knew we were… Ready.”

Minho chuckled. “Ready. As if we’re school age humans instead of centuries old celestial beings.”

Taemin laughed once and nodded. “In a way we are. When it comes to this sort of thing, right?” “I suppose.”

“If you fall… You’ll never be able to go home. Four months ago, you weren’t ready to accept that. What’s changed?”

“Do you still consider hell your home, Taemin?” Minho asked instead of answering the question. “I—I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.”

“Please do. I’ll wait… This is important. When you sit and think about what home is to you, what it means, how it feels, how you feel about it. Where is home for you right now?”

Taemin remained quiet as he mulled over Minho’s question. It was a valid question, and his gut told him an answer he wasn’t sure he was comfortable with. But the longer he considered it, the more he realized it was indeed the correct answer.

“No,” he finally whispered, shame coloring his cheeks a deep red.

“No?”

“No, you’re right. Hell isn’t my home anymore. It hasn’t been for a while, I don’t think.”

Minho nodded. “I thought so. Where is?”

“Right here.” Taemin said. This apartment, maybe. Earth. My friends, you. My job… I’m happy here, where I am.”

“If someone told you that you’d never be able to go back to hell…. You’d lose your connection to it. What would you say?”

“I’d be a little sad but… Right now the thought of going back there makes me nervous. I don’t want to face them, the demons I mean. Not because they’ll be upset. They will, but I’ve handled demonic wrath before. I don’t want to hear them tell me I’m wrong to enjoy this life.”

Minho smiled softly. “You answered your question. What changed from when we started dating. My fear about not being able to go home. I realized I am home. And if I have to fall to be happy with you, then I’m ready to accept that.”

“But falling won’t just mean leaving heaven… You’ll become a fallen angel. You’ll be a destined for hell if you ever want to leave earth.”

“Good thing I know someone from there. And I heard that he’s about to get a pretty big promotion too.”

Taemin’s heart skipped a beat. “We don’t have to.”

“No, we don’t. You’d never force me to. But I want to. If you do.”

He laughed. “Of course I do. God, I want to so badly.”

Minho grabbed Taemin’s wine and set it on the table. He leaned forward. “Then what’s stopping you?” He murmured.

“Just one thing,” Taemin whispered, setting one hand on the side of Minho’s neck, the other on his shoulder.

“What’s that?”

Taemin smiled softly, their lips nearly touching. He pulled back, laughing when Minho nearly fell into his lap. “We need to move to the bedroom.”

“Why?” Minho asked breathlessly.

“Because I have wanted to take you apart for months, angel. I’m not going to stop once we start, especially not for something as simple as a location change.”

He stood up quickly and grabbed Minho’s hand, nearly dragging him toward his bedroom. Minho laughed brightly, rushing to follow. When they hit the bedroom, Taemin felt strong arms wrap around his middle, and Minho’s lips hit the back of his neck, pressing kisses along to the side of it. “I’ve never been in your bedroom before,” he murmured between kisses. “That bed looks so soft.”

“It’s amazing,” Taemin agreed. He pulled from Minho’s grip and threw the covers back, turning and stripping out of his shirt.

“Let me.” Minho stepped up, pushing his hands away and beginning to undo the buttons. Their foreheads pressed together, and Taemin could feel Minho shaking. He set his hands lightly on his wrists.

“We don’t have to do this right now. Even though we decided, we can take our time.”

“That’s not why I’m shaking,” Minho admitted.

“Then why?”

“Because it’s taking every ounce of my power not to just rip this shirt off you and steal our first kiss this very second.”

Taemin laughed softly at that. “Rip away. I don’t mind.”

Minho groaned. He gripped the fabric and tugged. They both laughed when the buttons popped off easily, and Minho shoved the shirt down past Taemin’s shoulders. He yanked at the button on his pants while Taemin treated his clothes with the same aggression, tearing the shirt open and sliding his hands over Minho’s broad, bare chest. The stepped apart to finish undressing, both climbing into bed and immediately grabbing ahold of one another, drawn by invisible magnets.

“Are you sure?” Taemin asked one final time, brushing his nose over Minho’s.

“Yes.”

Their lips met with a surprising gentleness, and Taemin felt a bright spark. Minho’s magic, he was sure. It increased quickly in aggression and intensity, their bodies reacting to the touch of their mouths. Taemin rolled them over, straddling Minho’s hips and gently grinding their hardening cocks together. He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into Minho’s mouth. Minho’s fingers tangled in his shaggy hair, a soft moan slipping from his lips.

They kissed until Taemin’s lips were numb and his body ached desperately for more. He pulled back, leaning up and splaying his fingers over Minho’s chest.

“Do you want me to use my magic to get ready for you? Or the human way?”

Minho’s eyes fluttered shut. He wet his kiss swollen lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing rapidly. “I’d say human - but I don’t think I can wait,” he admitted. Taemin smirked. He slid his hands down Minho’s chest slowly, curling his fingers to let his short nails scrape the skin as he did.

“I’m so glad you said that,” he admitted. “But you still need some lube.” He leaned forward, ghosting his mouth over Minho’s as he dug in the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lubricant. He dropped it onto the bed before moving down his body, folding his own body over to kiss along his chest and stomach.

Minho’s cock was thick, curving ever so slightly upward, a perfect example of male anatomy. Taemin lifted it, running his tongue along the underside before wrapping his lips around the tip. Minho shouted, covering his mouth with his hands.

Taemin pulled back, stroking gently. “Go ahead and make noise. My room is soundproof. That was a necessity for me when I moved in.” He sank back down on Minho’s cock, easily taking it into his throat with minimal effort. Minho moaned openly, burying his fingers in Taemin’s hair and thrusting up toward his face.

He swore softly when Taemin pulled back, licking his lips. Taemin grinned. “Don’t wanna get you too worked up.” He teased.

“As if I wouldn’t be able to come more than once,” Minho complained.

“Oh… Well it’s funny that you think I’m going to just make you come once tonight.” He moved back up to sit on Minho’s hips again, gently sliding his ass along his spit slicked cock. “Did you forget you’re about to fuck a sex demon? I can go all night, angel.”

He grabbed the lube and opened it, leaning forward and catching Minho’s mouth in a kiss as he reached back to slick his hole up. Minho’s hand caught his wrist.

“Let me,” Minho murmured against his lips. He scraped the lube from Taemin’s fingers with his own, bringing them to his ass.

Taemin gasped when Minho slipped two fingers in. Even with his own magical preparation, he hadn’t been expecting the thickness of Minho’s digits, or the graceful finesse he used to spread the lube inside him. His cock twitched between their bellies, and Taemin moaned softly, feeling Minho smirk.

“You gonna fuck me, angel?” Taemin teased, beginning to grind against Minho’s fingers. “Make those dirty dreams come true?”

“Taemin—“ Minho gritted through his teeth.

“Oh, we both know it’s true,” Taemin whispered. He whined when Minho pulled his fingers out, but relaxed at the sound of the lube bottle again, and the wet sound of Minho stroking his own cock. “You’ve dreamed of it, haven’t you? Fucking me, making me moan. Taking me just like this I bet. Have you woken up covered in come from a dream, Minho? Or do you just wake up with an aching cock, desperately wishing you could come over and sink into my ass like you want to?”

Minho growled. He grabbed Taemin’s head with his free hand and dragged him into a rough kiss that made Taemin giggle. The energy in the room was positively electric, and his body was drinking it in eagerly. He felt the blunt tip of Minho’s cock nudge against his hole, and pushed toward it.

“That’s it,” he whispered against Minho’s lips, “take me. Make us feel so good.”

Minho pushed his hips up, guiding his cock into Taemin for the first time. Taemin lowered his body at the same time, sinking onto it with a gasp.

He pulled back as soon as Minho was nestled inside him and sank down again, throwing his head back in a delighted moan.

Minho cried out as Taemin began to ride him, his grip tight on Taemin’s hips.

Taemin leaned down, kissing him gently. “Is it good?” He panted.

Minho moaned, grabbing Taemin’s ass with one hand. He wrapped the other around his shoulders, dragging him into another deep kiss. “Amazing,” he panted against his lips. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Taemin giggled. “It’s cute when angels swear. Do it again.”

Minho smirked. He leaned up, nipping his earlobe. “I wanna fuck you so hard you scream,” he whispered.

Taemin shivered. “That’s sinful, angel. Do it.” He pulled off Minho suddenly, his body aching at the loss. He moved to the side and laid on his back, stuffing a pillow under his hips. It only took Minho a second to catch up. He rolled over and pushed Taemin’s legs open before bringing them up to his shoulders. Lining up his cock, he sank to the root, tilting his head back as he moaned Taemin’s name.

Taemin shouted happily, his back arching as Minho began to thrust, hard enough that it would have hurt a human. It was exactly what Taemin craved. He screamed happily, holding onto Minho’s arms as his body was forced open again and again on the thick cock.

“Yes! More! Oh fuck, it’s perfect!” He sobbed. “Keep going, I’m so close, oh!”

He clenched around Minho’s shaft as his cock throbbed, semen spurting onto his belly and chest.

Minho moaned, thrusting harder into him. The rough strokes against his prostate drew his orgasm out, milking his body until his stomach ached.

They kissed again, and Minho grabbed his shoulders, dragging him down against his cock even as he thrust into him.

“I’m gonna come,” he gasped. “Oh God, Taemin—“

“Come for me,” Taemin whispered. “Give it all to me.”

Minho moaned low in his throat. He continued to rut into Taemin, stealing his moans with soft gasps. His cock throbbed deep inside Taemin, and a delightful bloom of energy filled his body, a sure sign that Minho was spilling inside him. He closed his eyes, gasping and sighing as it washed over him, dragging him to a second orgasm with the intensity of it.

Minho whined softly, shuddering. “I can’t—“ He whispered as his cock throbbed once more. Taemin dropped his legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist as a second orgasm washed over Minho, immediately following his first. Minho shouted brokenly, overstimulated. Taemin milked his cock, stroking his back and ass as purple sparks bloomed behind his closed lids. The energy shifted around them, the sweet purity of Minho’s light fading, darkening into a rich, deep velvety feeling. He was falling. He was falling fast and hard and every drop of his release was pushing him further, held securely in Taemin’s arms.

Taemin rolled them over and gently pulled off Minho’s softening cock, giggling at the rush of come that dribbled down his thighs. He moved forward, gently rubbing his cock over Minho’s lips.

“Open.”

Minho obeyed, his eyes rolling up to look at Taemin as he took his cock into his mouth. Taemin caressed his cheek, gently thrusting into his warm mouth. “Swallow when I come,” he said, his voice soft but demanding. Minho nodded as well as he could, hollowing his cheeks and sucking. He swirled his tongue around Taemin’s cock; delightfully talented at this despite Taemin knowing he likely wasn’t experienced. He sighed happily as his orgasm neared, burying his fingers in Minho’s hair. “Deeper.”

Minho lifted his head, letting Taemin push deeper, until the tip of his cock bumped his throat. Taemin shivered, moaning. “Perfect, take it… Doing so good,” he murmured. He began to move quicker, nudging Minho’s throat on each thrust. Minho moaned, his throat clicking as he struggled to stave off his gag reflex. Taemin whined softly.

“Here, Minho - Oh fuck, swallow it for me.”

He thrust twice more and stilled, shivering as his cock spurted into Minho’s awaiting mouth. He gulped quickly, his eyes slipping shut. He reached around, sliding two fingers easily into Taemin’s hole. He fingered him hard as Taemin groaned.

“That’s it,” he whispered, pulling his cock free. He squeezed himself, working one last dribble out and onto Minho’s lips. Before Minho could lick it up, he leaned down, kissing him hard and driving his tongue into Minho’s mouth. They shared his come as they kissed, their bodies sticking together with sweat and semen.

Taemin pulled away and rolled off Minho, flopping next to him on the bed. He reached down, finding Minho’s hand and lacing their fingers together as they laid in the suddenly oppressive silence of the room.

“Wow,” Minho whispered, breaking the silence first. Taemin’s breath escaped in a rush; he hadn’t realized he’d been holding it. “You okay?” Minho asked.

“I’m great, I was about to ask you the same thing.”

Minho drew in a deep breath. “I’m sore. And I definitely… Feel different. Magic wise. But I’m okay. I’m good.” They looked one another in the low light.

“We should shower,” Taemin said. “Then we can talk.”

Minho nodded. The two rose quietly and made their way to Taemin’s bathroom, stepping into the shower. Though it wasn’t a necessity; he could have easily cleaned them up with his power, it gave him – and Minho – some time to process what they’d just done. Thankfully, if Minho’s gentle touches were any indication, he didn’t regret it.

The two stood under the hot water for a while after they cleaned one another, Taemin’s face buried in Minho’s neck as they embraced.

“I’ve fallen,” Minho whispered.

“You did. I’m right here thought. I won’t let you be alone in this. I don’t know a lot of fallen angels… But I know their powers are similar to a demon’s. I’ll help you learn, if you get confused or don’t know what to do.”

“I know you will. I’m not upset.”

Taemin pulled back, meeting Minho’s gaze. “You’re not?”

“No. It’s overwhelming. I feel so different… Free, somehow. But not bad. I’m happy, actually. What we did was amazing, and I never would have been able to experience that if I wasn’t willing to take that leap.”

Taemin smiled softly. He kissed Minho’s mouth gently, sighing. “I’ll never get sick of doing that.”

“Me neither. Hey… You completed your assignment. Doesn’t that mean you get to move up in your rank now?”

Taemin nodded after a moment. “I do. When I go back. If. If I go back.”

“You aren’t planning to?”

“Not any time soon. I meant it when I said I was happy here, this was home. Unless you want to go see what hell looks like, I… Don’t think I’ll go back any time soon.”

“I’m perfectly fine waiting until these bodies waste away to go visit. I’d like to experience growing old like a human.”

“Yeah?” Taemin grinned brightly. “With me?”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

They stepped out of the shower and went back to the bedroom. Taemin dressed first, slipping out of the main door to Minho’s apartment. He grabbed a pair of sweats for him, knowing none of his would fit Minho. When he returned, Minho was standing in the bedroom, his wings out on display. Instead of the bright white that Taemin was used to seeing, they were now a rich, velvety black, intermixed with purplish hued ones.

“I’m beautiful,” Minho said, turning to face him. His eyes had changed as well; instead of a vibrant, sky blue, they were now dark brown, tinged with red. They were similar to Taemin’s, but just a bit lighter, a sign of his fading purity.

“You are,” Taemin agreed. He stepped up, stroking one of Minho’s wings. “This looks lovely.”

“Thank you. I wanted to see… If I’d like it. I do.”

“They suit you.” He handed Minho his sweats, looking around the messy bedroom. “Why don’t you try out your powers. See if you can clean up the bedroom. A good practice.”

Minho nodded once. He chewed his bottom lip, and Taemin could tell he was trying to figure out how to draw from the new power budding deep inside him. He went around behind him, wrapping his arms around his middle.

“Relax,” he whispered. “This power is different. It’s a part of you. Just let it come out, you know what you want done.”

Minho took a deep breath and released it, nodding once. He raised his hand and flicked his wrist. With a rush of energy, the bedroom shifted. Taemin laughed softly when he realized what Minho had done. He succeeded, mostly; the sheets were clean and the piles of ripped clothes were gone. Except, instead of the sleek black silk that normally adorned Taemin’s bed, it was now the same baby blues and soft white cottons of Minho’s room.

Minho made a small noise. “Sorry. I can fix it…”

“No.” Taemin pushed his hand down. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind, really.” He went around and kissed Minho’s mouth. “If we’re going to end up living together at some point, we’ll need to figure out how to make our design ideas work anyways so. This is good practice. Come to bed with me.”

The two curled up together under the blankets, their arms and legs twisted together as one. Minho sighed after a few minutes of silence. “I can’t fall sleep.”

“Is something wrong?”

“No, not really. I can feel the last bits of my angelic purity. Deep down, they’re fading but holding on. It’s like I can feel the angels I left. I know they know what happened, we can feel it when one of ours dies or changes like this. I know they’re crying over it, even though I’ve been away so long.”

“Are you upset?”

“No. I’m sad that they don’t understand it. That they’re shedding their tears when they don’t have to. They can’t understand how happy I am. How this… This loss gave me paradise in so many ways. But I still don’t regret it. I don’t think I ever will.”

“Hopefully they’ll understand someday,” Taemin said, holding Minho’s hand over his chest. “We’ll just need to work on it here, showing our paradise, how nice it can be. Why tears don’t need to be shed.”

Minho nodded in silent agreement. Their lips met once more, and Taemin felt that blossom of energy deep inside him. It was a unique feeling – so different from the butterflies he felt, or Minho’s purity. This was something entirely new, a dizzying sensation that he couldn’t wait to explore hand in hand with his fallen angel.

#shinee fic #minho x taemin #2min #angel/demon au #choi minho fic #lee taemin fic #taeminho #taemin smut #choi minho smut #mywriting #musicbingo23

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hello! I am a semi-lit, literate, novella male writer at the age of 23! i’m looking for someone who is 18+ but 21+ is preferable! discord exclusive though i am soon to be making this account i am sending from active here on tumblr! eventually! but it may take awhile! i am looking for anyone who enjoys any type of plots/universes/tropes! though my favorite genre is horror/nsfw! i also love omega-verse, fantasy/supernatural, sci-fi, idol-verse, slashers, post-apocalyptic, vampires/werewolves! i definitely only have a preference for MXM pairings and am open to poly ships as well! non-au, au, oc, and cc settings are all good for me. some cc ships i’m looking for currently are cheongsan/suhyeok ( all of us are dead ), jiwoo/seojun ( to my star 1 & 2 ), any mxm ship from squid game, etc! it also just depends on what you’re feeling at that moment!

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𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘....

Tᖇᗩᗪᗴᗪ!

Genre: Crossover, Idol AU, Introductions

Warnings: none

Word Count: 0.5k

Traded

RBW Entertainment

Fandom Name: Traitors

Official Colors: Black and Red

Dorm Arrangement:

Dorm 1: Ciel ; Hanako

Dorm 2: Tanjiro ; Mikey ; Toge

Dorm 3: Kenma ; Killua

All members have individual dorms too

Extra Info:

Traded debuted on November 16th, 2017. The group consist of 7 members

Debut Song: OnlyOneOf, Seoul Drift

I think Traded goes well with Ateez voices, so I make them sing Ateez songs.

They are arranged in age order based on their real birth date and the time the anime takes place.

ℂ𝕚𝕖𝕝

Anime: Black Butler

Positions: Producer, Lead Vocalist, Lead Dancer, Visual

Ateez Member: Seonghwa & Wooyoung

Voice Alike Idol: P1Harmony, Theo

Extra Info:

-Real Birthday: December 14th, 1875

-AU Birthday: December 14th, 1998

-At first, Ciel was meant to be a Main Vocalist, because of Toge joining the agency later on, he became a lead.

-His dance style is like Enhypen Sunghoon.

𝕋𝕒𝕟𝕛𝕚��𝕠

Anime: Demon Slayer

Positions: Leader, Main Vocalist, Main Dancer

Ateez Member: San & Seonghwa

Voice Alike Idol: NCT, Ten & Oneus, Seoho

Extra Info:

-Real Birthday: July 14th, 1900

-AU Birthday: July 14th, 1999

-Tanjiro is normally considered the best vocalist of the group because he can do all sorts of tones and pitches, he's stable, and flexible.

-Tanjiro is the all rounder of the group, being number 1 on vocals, 1 on dance, and 5 on rap.

-His dance style is like San, Seonghwa

ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕜𝕠

Anime: TBHK

Positions: Sub Vocalist, FOTG (Potential Lead Dancer)

Ateez Member: Yunho & Yeosang

Voice Alike Idol: TXT, Huening Kai & Ateez, Yeosang

Extra Info:

-Real Birthday: November 25th, 1955

-AU Birthday: November 25th, 1999

-Hanako debuted as a visual along with Ciel and Toge, but he was switched for Face as the group debuted without one.

-Hanako is also an actor!

-His dance style is like TXT Huening Kai.

𝕂𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕒

Anime: Hunter X Hunter

Positions: Lead Rapper, Lead Dancer, Sub Vocalist

Ateez Member: Hongjoong & Yeosang

Voice Alike Idol: Oneus, Ravn

Extra Info:

-Real Birthday: July 7th, 1987

-AU Birthday: July 7th, 2000

-Sometimes Killua Is considered the 2nd Main Rapper of the group.

-He was about to debut with Dreamers.

-His dance style is like Oneus Hwanwoong No Diggity style :)

𝕄𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕪

Anime: Tokyo Revengers

Positions: Lead Rapper, Sub Vocalist, Center

Ateez Member: Mingi

Voice Alike Idol: NCT, Winwin

Extra Info:

-Real Birthday: August 20th, 1990

-AU Birthday: August 20th, 2000

-He is the deep voice of the group, although his normal voice is soft.

-His dance style is like Treasure Junkyu

𝕂𝕖𝕟𝕞𝕒

Anime: Haikyuu

Positions: Main Rapper, Main Dancer, Sub Vocalist (Potential Lead Vocalist)

Ateez Member: Hongjoong & Wooyoung

Voice Alike Idol: The Boyz, Sunwoo & NCT, YangYang

Extra Info:

-Real Birthday: October 16th, 1995

-AU Birthday: October 16th, 2000

-Kenma didn't want to become an idol he wanted to be a producer for the company.

-Kenma gets a lot of vocal lines and is treated like a lead vocalist.

-He doesn't have good stamina but is a part of the all rounder line, being the 1st in rap, 2nd in dance, 4th in vocals.

-His dance style is like The Boyz Sunwoo & NCT YangYang.

𝕋𝕠𝕘𝕖

Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen

Positions: Main Vocalist, Visual, Maknae

Ateez Member: Jongho

Voice Alike Idol: Ateez, Jongho

Extra Info:

-Real Birthday: October 23rd, ??? (Theory: 1999-2001)

-AU Birthday: October 23rd, 2001

-He joined the agency when the group already had a line up, but only had few training months.

-He was supposed to debut in another group as Traded was already getting a line up, but since the line up wasn't official, he became the 7th member.

-His dance style is like Oneus Xion and Ateez Jongho.

#anime #kpop #au #animekpopau #kpop au #introduction #black butler #demon slayer #tbhk #hunter x hunter #tokyo revengers #haikyuu!!#jujustu kaisen #kpop members #fake kpop idol #fake kpop group

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