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dweetwise · 4 years

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OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE WHO IS PINNING FOR DWIGHT ITS ACE WHO HE CHOOSES AND THE OTHERS ARE LIKE ????? WHERE DID HE COME FROM ????? ace is actually really romantic and soft and cares very deeply for dwight and it took him awhile to show that yes he is serious and no he's not gonna use him and leave

I’M SORRY IF THIS WASN’T MEANT AS A REQUEST the idea just popped into my head and i had to write it! yes i have a soft spot for this ship leave me alone ;w; also i cried at “ace is actually really romantic and soft” like you can’t just sAy thAT to me and expect me to function properly hnsdsfdhfdg ;A; no warnings for this one, only a little crack and ooc!

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Ace X Dwight (/X p much everyone): Never reveal your winning hand

“—fock off with that shit! He’s stayin’ with me!” David yells.

“I should share with him, I’m his best friend!” Jake counters.

“Ya just wanna get in ‘is pants!” David accuses.

“Oh, as opposed to you, huh?” Quentin butts in, crossing his arms and glaring defiantly at the Englishman.

Ace leans further back against the log and watches the spectacle unfold with a lazy smirk.

The Entity had recently gifted them tents to sleep in, only there weren’t enough for everyone and some would have to share. The girls had been able to decide their sleeping arrangements easily, but David’s temper had sparked an argument among the boys and now all of the men were sent into the woods until they could come up with a solution—‘Peacefully,’ Claudette had insisted, shooting a pointed look David’s way.

Which was proving much harder than anyone would have anticipated, since it turned out nearly everyone wanted to share with Dwight, and wasn’t afraid of voicing it since their leader was currently stuck in a trial and oblivious to the argument going on.

Bill had left only minutes into the discussion, angrily claiming he’d rather sleep on the ground than listen to them for another second, followed by Tapp and Ash who had watched the scene with varying levels of disbelief before silently agreeing to share with each other.

Ace already knows how this will turn out, but it’s just funny to watch the others fight over Dwight.

“Since when ‘ave you lot even fancied ‘im?” David glares. “And you—ya barely just got ’ere!” he stops to address Felix in an accusation.

“And that means I probably have a better chance than any of you,” Felix explains calmly. “I’d actually make a move and not just pine for four years.”

“Hey!” Jake protests.

“Alright, what reason the rest of ya got?” David demands, regarding the group skeptically.

“I just wanna make sure he’s not perved on by someone else!” Quentin argues.

“No, you want to white knight for him!” Jake counters.

“Shut up Jake, now what about the rest?” David interrupts.

“I’d just really like to spend some time with him to get to know him better,” Adam explains.

“Me too,” Jeff says. “I haven’t had a proper chance to ask him if he’d be interested.”

David nods in acknowledgement, before his eyes meet Ace’s and he can’t quite suppress the disgusted sneer upon imagining Dwight ending up sharing a sleeping space with him.

“I just think he’s cute,” Ace says with a smile, giving a one-shoulder shrug.

“Look, why is Ace even here?” Jake sighs in annoyance. “Nobody would touch him with a ten-foot pole, least of all Dwight.”

“Maybe we should just ask Dwight who he wants to share with?” Steve suggests, cocking his head in thought.

“NO!” a chorus of protests interrupt him and the well-intentioned teen offers an apologetic grin.

“Look, we all know I’m ‘is type—” David starts, puffing up his chest, highlighting his generously open neckline that shows off his build.

“You don’t know shit,” Jake argues. “He sure as hell wouldn’t go for a dumb meathead like you!”

“Mate, you watch your mouth—” David starts.

“There you are!” a familiar voice interrupts the argument and both David and Jake freeze, turning their heads to look at Dwight making his way over to the group. “What’s going on? Bill said I should come sort something out?”

“Uhh…”

Ace rolls his eyes. At first, everyone was shouting over each other, and now, face to face with the object of their affection, are rendered speechless like a couple of schoolboys.

“Err, did you see the tents?” Steve starts, taking the initiative to explain when nobody else is making a move to do so.

“Oh! Yeah, they’re pretty neat, huh?” Dwight says with a small smile.

“Y-yeah,” Steve stammers and blushes a little, Dwight’s cuteness apparently making his words leave him, so Jeff takes over.

“There’s not enough for everyone, so we were just trying to figure out the sleeping arrangements,” Jeff explains. “Do you… um, do you have a preference…?”

Ace can feel everyone holding their breaths as Dwight blinks a couple times in confusion, before a flush spreads over his face.

“Oh, uh, don’t worry about me,” Dwight says, nervously wringing his hands together, before finally meeting Ace’s gaze. “I already know who I’m sharing with.”

Ace swears he hears jaws drop to the floor as Dwight makes his way over and sits down next to him, making himself comfortable against Ace like he’s done countless times before, only this time they have an audience.

“Welcome back, cariño,” Ace murmurs warmly, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders. “How was your trial?”

“It was okay,” Dwight says, looking up at him with a happy smile. “Could have used some of your crazy luck, though. I missed you.”

And then the boy dares to place a peck on his cheek in their first gesture of PDA, and Ace doesn’t even bother trying to hide his smug grin from the others.

“You could have told us,” Adam scolds him, huffing in annoyance but otherwise seeming to have collected himself.

“What?” Dwight pipes up, a frown on his handsome face and oblivious to Ace taking his silent victory over the others. “What do you mean?”

“N-no, not you…” Adam stammers, averting his eyes.

“Fucking figures,” Quentin scoffs in disgust, meeting Ace’s eyes and not bothering to mask his hostility.

“Is there a problem?” Dwight is suddenly raising his voice, wrapping his arms around Ace almost protectively, looking at the others defiantly as if daring someone to protest.

Ace finds the display unbelievably adorable, his normally meek boyfriend coming out of his shell to defend his honor. He places a kiss into Dwight’s hairline to soothe some of his nerves but not ready to defuse just yet, a twisted part of him wanting to see how the others react to their leader’s possessive behavior.

“Not at all,” Jeff says, trying and failing to hide the surprise on his face. “We just had no idea you were… involved.”

“We’re not ‘involved’, we’re dating. He’s my boyfriend,” Dwight is quick to remove any doubts, scowling at the others as intimidatingly as anyone with his baby face and doe-like brown eyes is capable of.

“Well, I suppose that’s the end of that discussion,” Felix comments, not seeming terribly phased to learn that Dwight is taken.

“Yeah, uh… congrats!” Steve laughs nervously and gives them an awkward thumbs-up.

“You’d better take care of him,” Jake glares at Ace like he’s the scum of the Earth, and Ace is fluent enough in Jake-talk to know that’s the closest thing he’ll get to having the saboteur’s blessing.

Ace raises a challenging eyebrow in response and Jake grits his teeth to no doubt suppress a snarky comment that he knows Dwight wouldn’t appreciate hearing, and Ace smirks over the moral victory and focuses his attention on David instead.

And promptly has to suppress a laugh over the brawler’s reaction. David is staring at them, or well, mostly at Ace. He looks completely gobsmacked, looking Ace up and down before looking down at his own, naked and well-defined chest, confused beyond what his fighting-filled brain can handle.

“Something on your mind, King?” Ace asks cockily, knowing full well the scrapper is most likely trying to figure out why Dwight would choose someone like Ace over a prime specimen like himself.

“How the fuck,” David merely mutters but, thankfully, isn’t picking a fight. Dwight still tenses in Ace’s arms and Ace’s grip tightens around him in an attempt to soothe him.

“Shh, it’s fine,” Ace murmurs into his lover’s soft hair, and that’s enough to reassure Dwight, the man relaxing into the embrace.

“So, guess we’re sharing with each other!” Steve exclaims, breaking some of the tension over the group. “Who’s going with who?”

“I’ll come with you,” Quentin says, still sounding a little pissed off but not about to cuss anyone out again, at least. “Unless someone has any more confessions to spring on us,” he snarks.

“Works for me,” Steve beams, nothing seeming to ruin his good mood.

Ace hears Felix mutter something about how he “Might as well go with Bill”, but then he sees David approaching Jake and instantly focuses on that instead.

“So, Jake…” David starts, cocky attitude back in place as he approaches the sulking saboteur with his shirt fluttering open—what the hell, did he pop even more of the buttons?

“What,” Jake spits, the challenging glare never leaving his face, and Ace almost prepares for a fight to break out.

“Wanna share?” David asks instead, not bothering to hide the way his gaze roams over Jake’s body. Ace chokes on a disbelieving laugh and from the way Dwight’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head, he’s not imagining the sudden sexual tension between the two frenemies.

He sees the wariness in Jake’s expression, and the way his eyes very obviously linger on David’s now exposed chest.

“Fine,” Jake says, but it lacks any real heat, at least of the ‘I’m-five-seconds-away-from-punching-you’ kind, and David grins and seems way too pleased with himself.

Well, there goes everyone’s undisturbed sleep for tonight.

Finally having sorted out their sleeping arrangements, with Adam and Jeff being the unlucky ones left but not seeming to mind being stuck together, the others take their leave to go set up the tents.

Ace is finally able to wipe the smirk off his face in favor of a softer smile that’s solely reserved for Dwight, turning his head around to face his boyfriend and about to start explaining the strange behavior from the others, when…

“Had enough of your gloating?” Dwight deadpans, taking Ace completely off guard and making him gape a little stupidly. “I’m not dumb, I saw what you were doing.”

Ace offers a nervous chuckle while trying to collect himself. He should have known by now Dwight is not nearly as naïve as he seems, and that he’d easily pick up on what was really happening.

“I’m sorry, amor,” Ace says, wincing from embarrassment over his childish actions. “I did want to show you off, especially after hiding for so long. And I also really wanted to watch Jake eat his words,” he confesses, clasping Dwight’s hand and bringing it up to brush his lips against the knuckles. “Forgive me?”

Dwight’s frown immediately melts into a dopey smile, and Ace barely has the time to blink in confusion over the kid’s perfect poker face before Dwight’s lips are meeting his in a reassuring kiss.

“Of course, you dummy,” Dwight beams at him, placing one last quick peck on his lips. “I’m just… really happy you think I’m even worth showing off.”

“No no no, sweetheart, we’ve talked about this,” Ace returns the smile, carding a hand through Dwight’s hair in encouragement, his boyfriend immediately leaning into the touch. “You’re not allowed to talk about yourself that way. Because…?”

“Because I’m…” Dwight starts, a flush creeping up his neck. “’Gorgeous’ and ‘perfect’,” he says, doing air quotes.

“Uh-huh,” Ace’s smile widens even further as he takes Dwight’s hands in his own to stop the self-conscious gesture. “And?”

“S…” Dwight flounders as his face reddens even further and he averts his eyes. “S-‘sexy’.”

“Damn right you are,” Ace purrs, releasing his gentle hold on Dwight’s hands to wrap around his waist instead. “I’ve got good taste.”

As if 75% of the male survivor population thirsting after his adorable boyfriend wasn’t proof enough.

“You’re ridiculous,” Dwight huffs, embarrassment giving way to a fond smile.

“You love it,” Ace counters, placing a playful peck on Dwight’s nose.

“I love you,” Dwight corrects, chasing his lips and going in for a passionate kiss that has Ace’s breath hitching in his throat and his heart hammering in his chest.

And damn, if the others knew exactly what they were missing when it comes to Dwight Fairfield, Ace would be in a lot of trouble.

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insphoeration · 5 years

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Between Right and Wrong

Part three of my prince Yunho thing

Fandom: ATINY

Pairing: prince!Yunho x nonroyal!reader (fem)

Summary: Someone catches the eye of the future king and it isn’t his future queen. [Fluff but some angst because it mentions death as something more desirable than something] Part 1 here

One of his hands rested on your waist, while the other came up to wipe the smudge of lipstick on the corner of your mouth, then to cup your cheek. You were dizzy, he was so close you could barely think straight but you knew enough to know as good as his hand felt on you it was all wrong. You brought your hand up to graze his wound, hoping it would snap you both out of making a terrible mistake.

“Your majesty, you’re hurt.”

He shook his head.

“Only a scratch.” He whispered, against your lips.

Yunho’s thoughts were filled with you, it both delighted him and pissed off. When he was having a hard day, all he had to do was look for you, your smile that could melt the entirety of the northern kingdom, but that smile haunted him when he was in meetings. No matter how important the situation, a thief in the village, the rising tension with the northern kingdom, you seemed to take president. And with you taking up most of his attention, he completely forgot about his family coming to visit.

“I just don’t understand why we have to greet them so formally, they’re family.” Yunho grumbled, fussing with the sleeve of his shirt. The guys have known him since he was a baby, they’ve seen him covered in dirt and sweat and yet his mother insisted on this ridiculous display.

“It’s because you’re royals.” You giggled, walking up beside him. Once you saw his messy collar you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching up and fixing it for him, but froze once you realised what you were doing. “Sorry.” You mumbled, stepping away from him. He reached out to grab you to prevent you from moving too far back, but he just missed.

“Why are you sorry?” He asked, although it came out as a whisper. He thought you were past this but apparently, you weren’t.

“Your friends should be here soon, I’ll see you at the main gate.” You said, looking at the ground, Yunho opened his mouth to say something but you had already turned on your heel and rushed away.

Seeing his friends was definitely worth the stuffy clothes, Yunho didn’t know how long it had been since they last saw each other, he only knew that it was too long. He greeted Seonghwa and Hongjoong with a grin and hug and put stiff Yeosang into a headlock, Jongho and San also got hugs. Wooyoung walked right by Yunho to Jihyo, bowing and placing a kiss on her hand. Mingi drop kicked him right then and there.

“Relax Mingi, I was only greeting my queen.” He said, flirtatiously. Mingi’s face scrunched up in disgust as he stood in front of Jihyo protecting her from his greasy friend.

The boys took to the gardens immediately. When they were little, the gardens were like a maze, they could spend hours running around, but now that they towered over the bushes, they spent their time practising archery and swordsmanship.

The servants brought them some tea and snacks while they fooled around, or rather San and Wooyoung were sparring with large branches, Yeosang and Seonghwa were competing to see who could do better in archery in such a civilised way it made Yunho roll his eyes. Jongho was tossing around an apple by the fountain with Mingi trying to distract him, Hongjoong sat with Yunho by the tea, catching up with and occasionally heckling his friends.

“Seonghwa, is that really the best you can do?” Hongjoong teased as Seonghwa got a near perfect bulls-eye. Seonghwa chuckled and shook his head.

“My apologies prince, for not everyone has the time to shoot arrows all day.” Seonghwa called back, the two were cousins but Seonghwa did not have royal blood and so he was only a Noble but Hongjoong treated him more like a brother so he lived at the palace like a royal.

“My queen!” Wooyoung called, jumping down from the ledge of the fountain where he and San were attacking each other with overgrown branches. “What a sight you are, after looking at these savages for so long, I feel like my eyes have been renewed.” Mingi jumped up, grabbing the stick from San and hit Wooyoung in the back.

“Oops.” Mingi shrugged, tossing the stick to the ground.

And as you and Jihyo approached it was like all Yunho could see was you. He stood up and grinned at you, making you blush and look to the ground causing his smile to grow even wider.

“Noona, we’re hanging out guys only!” Jongho said in a nasally voice. Jihyo giggled.

“Maybe if we were still young, but we’re of age now, which is actually why I’m here.” She said.

“Come to talk to your betrothed?” Hongjoong chuckled, they were all friends, not extremely close but they knew each other long enough to joke comfortably. Jihyo only took your hand and pulled you forward, instantly Yunho stood up, the urge to be at your side overtaking him. His heart was pounding too quickly to be considered healthy, but in the best possible way.

“Actually, I came to introduce Y/N to Seonghwa.” She smiled.

“What?” Yunho gulped. “Why?” He snapped, the pounding feeling moving to his throat, like it was blocking it and preventing him from breathing.

“Lady Y/N must find a husband soon, and I think Seonghwa is a perfect candidate.” Jihyo looked at her friend sharply. “Wouldn’t you agree? He’s handsome, kind, well spoken and he has both land and title.”

“It’s an honour to meet you, Lady Y/N.” Seonghwa smiled, coming up to you. He was indeed attractive but not the same way Yunho was, Seonghwa was intimidatingly handsome whereas Yunho was cute and warm, easy to talk to as well as look at.

“The honour is all mine.” You said politely, bowing in front of him. Life was cruel, why couldn’t Seonghwa be the unattainable prince and Yunho the person your queen would set you up with.

Yunho’s jaw clenched so hard that his teeth grinned against each other. He glared at Jihyo with all the hate in the world, almost matching his distaste to that of the northern kingdom. And if that wasn’t enough to make Yunho nearly explode, Jihyo clapped her hands together.

“You guys should go for a walk, and get to know each other!” She chirped. Seonghwa held his arm out to you, you glanced at it hesitantly, wanting to look at Yunho.

Yunho prayed that you look at him, so you can see his eyes pleading with you to say no, but instead you looked at Jihyo who grinned at you, nodding. Yunho’s heart shattered the second you reached your hand out and took his arm. As the two of you walked away all the energy drained from his body.

“Why?” Yunho demanded through clenched teeth.

“Come back to reality Yunho, Y/N needs to be focusing on her future, not an engaged prince.” Jihyo sighed. She knew you were interested in Yunho as it was painfully obvious but she thought Yunho was being a little selfish by making you think there was a possibility for the two of you.

“If that’s the case, then perhaps I should introduce Mingi to one of the eastern princesses, Tsuyu is quite lovely.” He hissed, walking right up to her. She glared back at him.

“How dare you.” She sneered. “That is not the same.”

“Isn’t it?” Yunho spat, Jihyo opened her mouth to say something but Yunho was already walking away.

👑

Seonghwa turned out to be a lovely person, much less intimidating than he looked, there was only one problem, he wasn’t Yunho. You didn’t know what it was, Seonghwa was perfect, perfect for you, a perfect man, just perfect. But perhaps you were just a masochist because you couldn’t cut the thread that connected your heart to Yunho.

“Lady, Y/N?” Hongjoong greeted, you bowed to him.

“Prince Hongjoong.” He shook his head.

“Please, just Hongjoong.” He smiled, you smiled back, your mind distracted from Yunho for only a moment. “How was your date with Seonghwa?” He asked and your smile faltered, that it was a date wasn’t it?

“It was good, Seonghwa is quite the gentleman.” You smiled politely. Hongjoong nodded knowingly.

“If you don’t mind,” you shift your weight from one foot to the other, suddenly uncomfortable with the new subject.

“Of course.” Hongjoong stepped aside, letting you scurry away. You went straight to the kitchen seeking the comfort that only cake could fill. And apparently Yunho had the same idea because he walked into the kitchen shortly after you started digging into the cake with only a fork. He froze when he saw you, a million things running through his mind, as well as yours, the both of you stayed silent, not knowing what to say until-

“I don’t know what to do.” Yunho blurted, tears threatening his eyes.

“About what?” You asked, your voice just above a whisper.

“You.” He confessed. Your breath hitched in your throat and if you hadn’t abandoned the cake, you would have choked on it. “I know that I shouldn’t be here, so close to you, it’s dangerous for me, for your reputation. And now that Jihyo has introduced you and Seonghwa, I really shouldn’t be here.”

“I’m not a pet for someone to command where I get to be.” You teased, trying to bring his beautiful smile back to his face. “I make my own decisions, your highness.”

“Then tell me what I should do, because the logical part of me is screaming at myself to turn around and run, to put as much distance between us as possible.” He whispered. “But I can’t.” He looked drained, like he could fall to his knees at any moment. “In fact, the only thing I’ve been wanting to do is kiss you.”

You let out a sharp breath you didn’t even realise you were holding.

“So, what should I do?”

Part 4 ~

#lmao so i literally wrote this in my psych class it was so boring #i keep ending on cliffhangers because i straight up to not know how to write an ending #this was not supposed to turn into a series lol #ateez drabbles #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez prince au #jeong yunho imagine #jeong yunho fluff #yunho imagines #yunho x reader #yunho angst

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infires-fanfic-blog · 6 years

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The Scarlet Lust - BTS x Reader (18+) (2)

Part 2 - The Awakening

(Word count: 2,688)

I had awoken in a strange room. The furnishings in this room were all light peach in color and matching, which left a strange contrast to the dark colors of the walls and carpeting. There was an antique vanity with three large oval mirrors, a tall uniquely shaped dresser and a matching nightstand. Other random decorations were present in the room but I was in no state of mind to pay that much attention to detail.

Where am I? This isn't my room....

Then I remembered. I sat up in the strange bed, but immediately became light headed. I put my hand against the left side of my neck and found that there was a gauze bandage secured there with medical tape.

I pulled it off and looked at it. It was stained with my blood. I took a couple deep breaths and managed to muster up the strength to get out of the bed, (which now that I looked at it, it matched the rest of the furnishings), and stumbled over to the vanity.

I sat myself carefully into the chair in front of the vanity to examine my neck. I immediately noticed that I was wearing a long frilly white nightgown. Someone had changed me...

A flash of anger bubbled up inside of me. There are some things that I am not too keen on, one of them being a stranger seeing my body without my permission. I held my anger in for a moment and turned my head to the right so that I could thoroughly examine the left side of my neck.

The bite mark looked as if it was already almost healed. How does this make sense? How long have I been here?

I continued looking myself over and noticed that there were dark red and almost purple hickey like marks all over my shoulder and part of my neck. I grew more and more angry, but also confused and scared.

The last thing I remember that man saying was that he was going to keep me forever. A flash of panic erupted inside of me as I remembered his hazy words and his sickening laughter reverberating in my mind.

I took a deep breath and stood up, wobbling over to the nearest door. I opened it, but it revealed itself to be a closet. I did however find that my luggage had been stored within it. I quickly scrambled through my carry-on bag and started desperately searching for my cellphone. I had to call for help!

I dug through it and resorted to dumping out the entire contents of the bag when I did not see it. Fuck my life. It was not there. My cellphone had been taken.

My eyes teared up, but I stopped myself from crying fully. No, you will not show whoever is keeping you here any more weakness!

I scanned the room and noticed the second door in the far left corner of the room. I desperately scrambled over to it, catching myself against the wall as I stumbled in my light-headed state. Just how much blood did that creep drink from me for me to be this weak?

I opened the door and cautiously stepped through. I looked around for signs of that man. Nope, nothing to my right. I looked left and fell over sideways, but was caught by the intimidatingly beautiful looking man that was standing there.

"Oh! You are awake! That is good, I was worried there for a moment." said a silver haired man that was only a little taller than myself. He had very full soft looking lips, smiley eyes and a beautifully shaped jawline. He kind of reminded me of a gentle house cat for some reason, but I was not quite sure why. He has a light peaceful tone to his voice.

This was definitely not the same person who did those things to me. He helped me stand straight on my feet and I looked at him inquisitively.

"What happened to me? Or better yet, who did that to me?" I asked in the most convincingly authoritative and stern voice I could muster. I must admit, it didn't sound convincing even to me.

"Ahhh..." the man said with a light chuckle that sent a weird almost electrical feeling through my body.

"You must pardon Taehyung, he was not quite in his right mind today it seems. However, is it not more polite to introduce one's self before asking a bunch of questions? My name is Jimin, and your name is?" he asked with a large smile that made his eyes shine, though I was too enraged and flustered to look straight at them.

"Ha, formalities after I was just attacked like that? Fine. My name is (Y/N). Now if you will excuse me, I really must be leaving because there must have been some sort of mistake. I will send the authorities for my belongings." I said huffily as I attempted to walk away. The large staircase was nearby so I knew where the exit was already. It was just a matter of getting out of here.

"Hmmm," said Jimin with a slightly saddened tone, "I am afraid that will be impossible. We simply can not allow you to leave after what you have witnessed today."

What? Was he crazy? Why would I stay after the hell I just got put through?

"What the hell are you trying to say? I can't leave? Well, just watch me then!" I snapped back.

I began walking toward the staircase but was caught halfway by Jimin who then pulled me startlingly close to his body. His face was very close to my own and I immediately became flustered and struggled against him, but stopped immediately as I accidentally looked into his eyes.

Once our gazes met I felt a wave of calmness rush over me like the cooling sea. I felt as if I could trust him with my very life. I knew that feeling was strange and wrong, but I had no power to fight it as I slowly relaxed in his arms.

"What have you done to me?" I whispered softly, my eyes unable to leave his tender stare.

"Nothing at all.." He whispered back softly as he stroked my jawline carefully with his thumb.

In the back of my mind I knew it was a lie, but I had strangely no will to fight against it. I was simply caught in a lie.

"Ok..." I whispered back trustingly.

"Please come with me now, the others will want to talk to you about all of this since there is a bit of explaining to do." Jimin said in a caring manner as he released me from his hold and gently took my hand in his. I felt like I was in the most blissful trance, but part of me was screaming inside knowing that this was all a fabricated state of calmness.

He began to walk me to the staircase, but I was still weak and ended up falling down a short while later. Jimin smiled brightly and softly and picked me up like a sack of potatoes, carrying me the rest of the way to our destination. He walked down the staircase to the ballroom-like area from before. I looked around and saw the fainting couch from before and got a chill through my body.

He walked to the area between the two ends of the staircase and opened the small door in the very middle. Beyond the door it was all a seemingly endless rock and cement staircase leading down into pitch darkness with one dim light at the end. As we descended the staircase and slowly approached the light, I saw that it was a lit candle next to a metal door.

Still holding me, Jimin opened the door and entered through into the next room. The room was like a large underground library; the biggest I've ever seen. It almost looked as if the walls themselves were bookshelves. This house sure had a lot of secrets.

The furniture down here was all as it was above. Red and black mostly, but it was decorated as if the center of the library was a large sitting room. A large fireplace roared away, lighting up the room a bit more. I was astounded that a fireplace could go so deeply underground. That must be one long ass chimney.

What caught my eye the most however, was the six way-too-handsome-to-be-a-mere-mortal looking men sprawled about the various furniture.

All of their eyes slowly focused their attention to both Jimin and myself as he carried me further into the room and closer to them. As we finally reached the others, he gently sat me down on the softest couch in the room that happened to be vacant and situated himself next to me.

Jimin's mind tricks were still there, but beginning to fade a bit. I dared not look at them yet, because if Jimin could do that to me with one look then there is no telling what the rest of them could do.

There was just me in my mind, screaming in a small voice that only I could hear that one of these men put me through quite the terrifying experience and that I did not want to be here.

"Alright, now that we are finally all here, we can get down to business." said an unfamiliar yet very smooth sounding voice. The voice was deep, but not as deep as the voice that I was searching for. It did however have a slight hint of authority in it. He must be the leader of all of this.

I looked up slightly to look at the figure walking toward me and was cautious not to meet his eyes just in case. He was tall with honey blonde hair, full lips, dimples and a strong yet slim figure. There was a a slight twinge of fear poking through as Jimin's illusions began to fade away even more.

I think that he could sense it, as he said, "Jimin."

With that one simple bark of his name, Jimin gently held my face in between his hands and attempted to lock gazes with me once more. I immediately looked down, avoiding all eye contact.

Namjoon immediately sighed and called out another name.

"Jin Hyung, help Jimin with the girl please." he asked with a slightly agitated tone.

"Sure thing, Namjoon." said another one of the men as he stood up.

I glanced over quickly to study him but it was difficult, as Jimin still had a hold of my face. From what I saw, he too was a taller guy, but among all of the good looking men in that room his face was just slightly more handsome from the little I had seen. He had chestnut brown hair, full lips, and equally attractive eyes and nose. I still would not be swayed. It takes a lot more than a handsome face to fool me, although I was a bit worried of what kind of help he intended to provide Jimin.

I snuck a second peek at Jin but he did not try to meet my eyes, which worried me even more. What was this person going to do?

He playfully blew a kiss to me and giggled when I looked away, then at the flick of a switch there was suddenly a serious air about the room that I could not explain. You could feel it physically though.

Jin walked up to me and crouched down to my ear level, making me jump in my seat. He sweetly began to whisper in my ear.

"You want to look into Jimin's eyes." he said with positivity.

As soon as he spoke those words my eyes locked with Jimin's once again, refilling me to the brim with a false sense of security. Only then did Jimin finally release my face from his gentle hold.

I was no longer afraid. I looked straight at Namjoon.

"Who are all of you? Why can't I leave? Which one of you is Taehyung, the one who attacked me?" I asked bravely yet calmly.

"I will answer all of your questions thoroughly, but one at a time so listen well." said Namjoon in a straightforward manner.

He crouched down in front of me, making complete eye contact. His burning stare made my face flush but I could not look away.

"We are vampires, although I am sure that it was not hard to figure out after your little incident earlier with Tae." he said nonchalantly.

Little? Was he kidding? It was mortifying!

He continued his words after a short pause and a sigh.

"You, girlie, can not leave because you know. You can not possibly even begin to understand or comprehend the severity of the damage it would cause to our kind if the rest of the world were to find out. We have struggled to survive for lifetimes hiding behind myths and fables. I will not let you spoil that and I do not trust a human when they say that they can keep it a secret. They all lie." he explained with the same unchanged expression on his face, dimples showing through as he spoke.

My heart sank into my stomach. What did he mean I could not leave? I would not stay. I would not! I would escape somehow, sometime. Just watch me.

"Tae," Namjoon said, snapping his fingers.

My heart sank even further, but I could not muster up the fear that I should have felt due to Jimin's illusion.

A figure rose from the sofa a ways across the sitting area. He too was tall with brown hair. He was a beautiful sight for the eyes to behold, as his features were exact and near perfect. His face was startlingly symmetrical apart from having one mono-lid and one double eyelid and a freckle on the end of his nose. His body proportions were strong and cut, yet still slim and he filled out his clothes in all the right places.

He slowly approached me, walking with a model like poise and letting a boxy smile show on his face.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked in his deep all too familiar voice, still smiling.

I just stared at him with my mouth slightly agape. I could not bring myself to answer him, though I put my hand on the left side on my neck as I stared. He was certainly more dangerous than he appeared. I had experienced it myself.

Namjoon continued his explanation, motioning for Jin and Taehyung to sit down elsewhere. They did so accordingly.

"As for the rest of us, I will introduce you one by one but then I get to ask some questions." He said dominantly.

"That only sounds fair." I replied quietly.

"Hoseok, Yoongi Hyung, Jungkook. Come here and introduce yourselves please." Namjoon instructed.

The first to approach was an orange haired guy. He had prominent cheekbones, kind eyes and a warm and soft expression. He was about as tall as the rest of them by the looks of it, but had a slightly leaner muscle to him.

"Hello, I am Hoseok." He said with a smile. He bowed slightly and shyly then returned to his seat.

Next to approach via Namjoons request was a dark brown haired man. He was good looking, as all of them were, but he seemed to have the most muscle out of all of them and that was quite apparent. Something about him intimidated me a bit.

"Hey, Jungkook." he halfheartedly introduced himself, before immediately turning back around and going back to his seat with little more than a glance at me.

The last to introduce themselves did not get up to do so. He simply waved once from his seat and said dully, "Yoongi." before rolling over and attempting to sleep from the looks of it.

From the looks of him, he too was extremely handsome and slightly baby faced with perfect lips and triangular cat like eyes. His hair was pitch black and tousled from sleep, but it was hard to assess him from this distance in the dimly lit room.

"There. We answered your questions. I am sure you have more, but let me ask first." Namjoon said. He ran his hand through his hair, then continued speaking.

"How did you, a foreigner at that, end up just waltzing into our house unannounced like this?" he asked sternly.

"I am an exchange student from America. I just went to the address that I was given." I said quietly.

"Well, we sure didn't ask for any exchange student. I am pretty sure I would remember something like that. I remember most everything." he stood up from the floor, towering above me and reached into his pocket. He pulled out my cellphone and two wrinkled pieces of paper.

"Is this the address you are speaking of? 801?" he asked.

I nodded my head timidly. He sure had a powerful demeanor.

He laughed, showing me the number and flipped it upside down. It then read 108.

"This is why you write the address on ONE piece of paper you stupid girl." Namjoon snapped, obviously annoyed.

"I did... but it tore in half. I didn't mean to.." I whimpered as fear started to creep back in faster and heavier by the second.

He looked at me with wild eyes.

"And now, due to that one mistake, you will never ever leave this place."

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