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Choco Bun: 5

Choco Chip

— Summary: When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Korea’s biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses weren’t particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?

HYBRID TYPES: Reader-Bunny Namjoon-Earth Dragon Jin-Water Dragon Yoongi-Moon (Dark) Dragon Hoseok-Sun (Light) Dragon Jimin-Wind Dragon Taehyung-Ice Dragon Jungkook-Fire Dragon

— Pairing: ceo!mythical hybrid!bts x poc!curvy!hybrid!coffee shop owner!reader

— Genre: fluff / poly!au / ceo!au / hybrid!au / mafia!au (if you squint)

— Status: Completed

— Warnings: fluff, fear & comfort, SMUT

— Word Count: 5.4k

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**AUTHORS NOTE**

Here’s chapter 5 so soon after chapter 4 lol! This was a bit unexpected for even me but I’ve been waiting to get to this point! There is SMUT at the VERY END. It’s not like super explicit and it’s my first time so please bare with me lol. Next chapter though, I plan on doing more practice and research beforehand because that chapter is supposed to be SUPER SMUTTY with like everyone!!! For now, please enjoy this chapter. A bit longer than I’d like but still short-ish.

**UPDATED JULY 2nd, 2021** I changed the smut scene. I feel far better about it now than I did when I originally posted a few weeks back! Hopefully anyone who’s read it has a chance to go over it again before the next chapter but it’s really not necessary lol!

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Things had been a bit different when you all first started dating. You weren’t used to the overly affectionate advances, especially when it was because you guys were a couple. You didn’t mind it but it took some getting used to. They enjoyed your shy, timid, flusters. The way you would stutter, or avert your gaze, or ask for permission to do normal couple things was too cute for them to handle. But no matter what, they never did anything out of your comfort zone. And you were thankful for that.

You all agreed to keep your relationship a secret from almost everyone, the only ones being aware of it was the staff at the mansion, including Mr. and Mrs. Choi. They had a majority of their life plastered under a microscope for millions of people to witness and dissect. The last thing they wanted was to have you scrutinized and evaluated for being their girlfriend. That being said, it meant that you all had to be a bit more cautious about your interactions at work.

You being you, you never had a problem with that. But some of the others kinda had a hard time containing themselves when they finally got to see you for the day. It was especially bad if they went almost the entire day not seeing you. That’s when they would become very clingy. It was the ones you’d expect; Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook. Hoseok and Jin were pretty mild while Namjoon and Yoongi almost always managed to contain themselves, for the most part at least.

Naturally, they all had their fair share of slip-ups. Mrs. Choi said it was because they were all so smitten with you and excited to finally call you theirs and that’s why they all would get a little clingy. That only made you grow an even bigger soft spot for them, especially for Namjoon and Yoongi, the two who try to restrain themselves the most. Regardless, you quite enjoyed the sneaky interactions, the knowing glances, and the subtle touches. It made you feel like you were doing something daring and it excited you. Stuff like this went on for the remainder of the year, you becoming more and more accustomed to their likes and dislikes, their behaviors, their schedule, and even to those random times they’d disappear during the full moon.

Ahh yes, the full moon. You never pestered them when this happened, feeling as if it wasn’t your place to question them, but you managed to piece a few things together. Everytime the full moon approached, the guys would start acting...weird. They always told you that an important meeting occurred during the week of the full moon and it always made them stressed out. Understanding that it wasn’t just business related but also something to do with the Dragon Union (a council to ensure equal rights and protection of all Dragon hybrids), you never pushed further. You always missed them when they left but knew they’d always come back as their normal selves. But something told you it was more than that. Call it your animal instincts or even a hunch, something else was going on. But you were just going to wait for them to feel comfortable enough to tell you.

Now that you guys had just celebrated the major Fall and Winter holidays and entered the new year, you noticed something more off than usual. Work had started back up and you all went about your business as normal. However, the guys rarely visited you and when they did it was very brief and uncharacteristically curt. You, at first, figured it was because they were busy. This time of the year many musicians were coming back from their breaks and were going to start releasing comebacks, singles, albums, and much more content. Actors were preparing for the revamp of their second seasons or new shows while many new products that aligned with the current season were gearing for improved commercials. Naturally, everyone was going to be pretty busy, but this was far from the first time as stuff like this occurs all throughout the year. So you knew for sure it was more than that.

When the second week into January came to with the same interactions as before, you were done waiting around for answers. It had gotten so bad that you barely got to even see them after hours. You figured you had been patient enough, respecting their boundaries and their privacy, but you were also now a part of this relationship and you needed to take into account your own feelings as well.

So during your lunch break the following day, you decided to make your way up to Namjoon’s office. You had been up here so many times that his secretary knew you by heart. The young man had assumed you were here to drop off coffee for said male and with ease let you through. When the knock came to the door, Namjoon mindlessly allowed the individual (you) in. When he came into view, you noticed he was buried in some papers, having not yet bothered himself to lift his head quite yet.

You smiled sheepishly at him, realizing he hadn’t noticed you. Approaching his desk carefully, your scent hit him first before his eyes had a chance to land on you. He perked up quickly, a bit bewildered by your sudden presence.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” he asked, surprised.

You took the opportunity to sneak into the chair adjacent to his desk.

“I was checking up on you. You’ve all been fairly busy lately and I just wanted to make sure you were doing alright.” you stated.

He smiled lovingly at you, his heart warming due to your concern.

“Don’t worry my love. No cause for concern. With everything going on right now, it has gotten a bit busier. I’m sorry we’ve been so absent lately. That isn’t fair on you.” he stated, apologetically.

You shook your head dismissively, immediately wanting to relieve him from any concerns of you feeling upset from them working.

“No no, Joonie. I totally understand you guys are busy! I’m not going to punish you for that. This is something you all love, care, and cherish. I would never make you feel bad for something out of your control. I’d wait a million years if I had to.” you proclaimed with a giggle.

Though it was evidently playful, hearing you say that warmed Namjoon’s heart. He shyly looked down with a flushed face, your words hitting him harder than he’d care to admit. But he knew there was something more to this conversation. He could feel it.

“That means the world to me, love. And I’d bet you anything the others would agree. But why does it feel like there’s more on your mind?” he asked openly.

You were a bit taken aback by his observation, hitting it right on the head. You sighed a little before positioning yourself to be a bit more comfortable on the chair.

“Well, I get that you guys are busy. That much is clear. But it just seems that there’s more to it than that. Like somehow your personalities are a bit...different. I’m not sure if I’m making any sense and that’s why I wanted to wait a while before coming to talk to you. I wanted to be sure. But there is definitely something more going on than just your work piling up and I wanted to ask you first before jumping to conclusions.”

Namjoon stayed silent for a brief moment, deep in thought as if he was trying to choose his words carefully. You observed his actions, intrigued by his reaction to your concern. This was definitely not how you envisioned this to play out. With how cool, clam, and level headed Namjoon usually is, you found it surprising that he seemed almost stumped. And if you were being completely honest, it kinda frightened you. After a little while Namjoon broke your train of thought with a heavy sigh, almost as if he concluded on something.

He looked at you almost pleadingly, offering his hands out for you to place your own in. You immediately did so, no questions asked, and you turned all your attention onto him, gazes hooked on one another. He smiled almost apologetically before averting his gaze. This was not the Namjoon you were used to. He had moments of doubt, fear, and uncertainty but not quite like this. If anything, you slowly began to panic internally waiting in anticipation for his words.

“Please understand that we care deeply for you. More so than anything else. You have become this sudden beacon of light in our lives and we would do anything to ensure your happiness, safety, and love. With that being said, we also want to take into account your comfortability in this relationship. And in order to do so, we had to hide...a part of ourselves from you. Just until it was the right time. The last thing we wanted to do was lie to you but we agreed that it’d be much safer, much easier, to wait until the relationship had progressed. So if you can just give me some time to speak with the others, I think it would be better if we’re all together to explain.”

The desperation in Namjoon’s suggestion made you cease any further questions. Deep in your heart, you knew that they’d never do anything like this without reason, and even then, you refused to jump to any conclusions. Doing that would only make matters worse. You happily agreed to his request, him thanking you profusely for understanding even though you didn’t really get any answers. He placed a soft kiss on your inner wrist before you two agreed to meet back here after hours with the rest of the guys. Just before your departure you went up to Namjoon and kissed his cheek. Afterwards you lightly scented his neck. You could tell he was a bit anxious and you wanted to assure him that you were far from upset with him. You must’ve done the trick because as soon as you waved him one final goodbye, his caramel colored skin was peachy red and adorned with a shy smile, dimples and all on display.

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The clock had struck 7 and you had finally finished cleaning up, prepping dishes for tomorrow, and arranging papers for admin. You had been so busy all day long that you were too distracted to even consider this big talk Namjoon had in store for you. When the realization finally hit, you admittedly got a little anxious.

Closing up the shop doors officially, you made your way to the elevator and up to the 26th floor. Each passing number made your heart rate accelerate that much faster. For some reason you were getting more scared to see them but you were far from considering backing down. You gave yourself a mental pep talk before the all familiar ding chimed throughout the small space. Stepping out, you made your way past all the empty cubicles, offices, and even the secretary’s desk. Reaching the giant doors, you knocked on them gently.

“It’s me!” you called out in clarification.

You took no hesitation in opening the door, witnessing all 7 of the men who light up your world standing or sitting stiff as boards. You didn’t particularly like the sight before you, knowing that their rigid formation was due to this upcoming conversation. Trying hard to not add more into the already suffocating atmosphere, you smiled sweetly at them all before sitting down next to Hoseok. They all returned your gesture, albeit much more timidly, as you waited patiently for Namjoon to speak up.

“Hey love.” Namjoon started off.

“I know this is probably a bit confusing and we all acknowledge that it hasn’t been very fair either.” he continued.

“Our strange behavior and our calculated absences, we swear there’s reasoning behind it.” Yoongi added.

“When we explain, it may be a bit hard to understand at first and it’s going to be asking a lot to adapt to.” Hoseok said.

“And with that being said, we completely understand if….” Seokjin cleared his throat before speaking again.

“If you’d like to take alternative approaches to our relationship.”

You paused for a moment, completely flabbergasted with the initial start of this conversation. You started getting a little anxious, but not nearly as much as the guys did. All you could do was nod your head in understanding, waiting for further explanation.

“We’re not entirely sure how much you are aware of mythical hybrids, specifically the dragon breed. Most people have a basic understanding of how we function but we learned the hard way that too many are unaware of the more important aspects.” Namjoon started off again.

“You’ve noticed that every upcoming full moon, we tend to leave back to the Mother Den of all dragon hybrids. While it is true that the Dragon Union holds special meetings every full moon, it is not the entire reason as to why we go. Most of the reason is to protect you from our Inner Dragon.” Seokjin stated.

“Inner Dragon?” you asked, cocking your head.

“Yes. Our Inner Dragon is the core part of every dragon. It, essentially, is our link to our full-fledged ancestors. When every dragon hybrid reaches a certain age, they experience Moon Phasing, a special phenomenon where we connect with our Inner Dragon and are then bestowed a specific and specialized name. The older we get, the more accustomed we are to the will and characteristics of our dragon side.” Hoseok said.

“And sometimes those characteristics are a bit...hard to handle. Every full moon our Inner Dragon comes out and we take on those characteristics.” Jimin chimed in.

“We’re still us, of course. But we have amplified personality traits thanks to our dragon connection.” Taehyung continued.

“And we also go by our true dragon’s name. The whole process starts a few days before the full moon and then lasts about a week after it. We then ease back into our normal selves once it’s all over.” Jungkook shyly added.

“This window is our mating period and that’s why we go through such drastic changes. And like most hybrids, we can get a little...passionate with our partner. We didn't want to impose that on you so we agreed to be separated during that time.” Namjoon explained.

You admit it was a bit to take in. But if you were being honest, like entirely honest, this didn’t seem like something you would fret over. This was something they couldn’t control. However, you didn’t want to downplay their fears. There was something about this that made them worry to the point of thinking you might break up with them. Before saying anything, you tried replaying the various facts in your head until something stood out.

“Then, may I ask something? Well, more like a few things.” you questioned.

“Of course.” Namjoon said.

“The names, the Dragon Names I mean. May I ask you all what they are?”

“Mine is RM.”

“SUGA.”

“jhope.”

“Just Jin for me.”

“It’s Park, my surname.”

“JK is mine.”

“V.”

“Wow~, that might take some getting used to.” you said giggling.

“But I’ll manage just fine. Okay, so next thing. How do you work with clients with the name and personality change?”

“Actually many of our close clients are aware of this but we only work handson with certain individuals. Most of the time it’s done remotely but there are plenty of instances where we interact with people. In cases like that, we collaborate with special staff members of the Dragon Union that help accommodate both sides in case something happens.” Hoseok explained.

“It’s an effective but somewhat complex process.” Seokjin added.

“Oh, okay. So then, the personality and characteristics you have amplified, what are they like for each of you?”

You didn’t get your answer as quickly as you did when you asked for their names or their clients and that’s when it dawned on you. This is what they were most afraid of you dealing with. You smiled sheepishly at their hesitation, grabbing the nearest hand as an act of comfort. It was Hoseok’s.

“It’s okay. You all can take your time.”

If they could express to you the appreciation that they have for your patience and consideration, they’d do so in a heartbeat. But, for now, they composed themselves before each began speaking openly.

“I can be a bit cold.” Namjoon stated.

“I’ve been told I give off a dominating aura, one that can become threatening when things don’t go according to plan.”

“For me I can become a bit condescending towards others. Easy to dismiss and a bit arrogant.” Seokjin said with a sigh.

“Apparently I’m overly intimidating. Smug towards those I don’t like and assertive when pissed off.” Yoongi cooly stated.

“I can kinda lose my temper more easily. Becoming very frightening before getting violent as soon as things don’t go my way.” Hoseok chimed in next.

“I don’t really care what people have to do or say. I usually do whatever I want and if someone tries to stop me I can become a little ruthless, cruel even. I also...I can also get a little...erotic...sometimes. Especially towards people I’m extremely attracted to.” Jimin mumbled the last part with a crimson blush.

“Deceitful.” Taehyung said flatly.

“I tend to enjoy toying with others, playing tricks on them. Especially those I don’t like. I can be a bit insistent when I am initially denied what I want and will always find a way around that. And similarly to Jimin...well to be honest, all of us, I can become a bit...carnal.”

“And I can become possessive over the things I lay claim to. If anyone encroaches, I can get extremely hostile. Most of the time, I’m just pretty cocky though, going out of my way to beat anyone who tries to challenge me.” Jungkook finalized.

Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck and sighed heavily.

“Babe, I know this is a lot to try and remember. For the personality thing, it may be easier to experience yourself, but…”

“But, before we even want to consider that option, we want to make sure that this is something you’re okay with handling. With accepting fully. Taking on this side of a dragon hybrid is something not romanticized like the rest of our breed’s characteristics. It also isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. ” Namjoon added.

“And with that being said, especially with the approaching full moon, it’s only fair that you know this now rather than later.” Seokjin said.

“We care deeply about you Y/n. You mean so much to us. That’s why we were afraid to say something in the beginning of our relationship.” Jimin stated.

“We know this relationship is still fairly new and in its early stages. It was about time to come clean about this.” Taehyung clarified.

It stayed silent for a while. You definitely needed a minute to process everything. You were afraid the longer you waited the worse the implication of your actions came across. So, eventually, you kind of said the first thing on your mind that sounded comprehensible.

“I’ll admit, that truly is a lot to take in.” you said with a light chuckle.

“But, hear me out, I was kinda expecting something worse if I’m being honest. Don’t get me wrong, I can only fathom the misconceptions people have about dragon hybrids. Us rabbit hybrids get that a lot too, especially about sex. But as far back as I could remember, mythical hybrids in general were romanticized for all of the unique and mystical qualities they have. A lot of unhealthy good comes from that as well as a lot of toxic bad. To be honest, I was completely unaware of the true specifics of Moon Phasing. I had skimmed a very brief overview of Moon Phasing but I think I managed to skip out most of what you experience. I do know it affects every dragon hybrid differently, especially when they’ve already formed dens with others. But I didn’t know it was your mating period.”

“That being said, saying and doing are two very different things. Right now, I am 100% committed to this. I care about you guys a lot too. So much so that I am more than willing to accept all differing aspects about you. How would a relationship work if everything was perfect? Or what if nobody had flaws or fears or doubts or anything that could be seen as weak and negative? Not possible. I know I’m far from perfect and you all have accepted me, the good and the bad parts, that I never believed were lovable. So what kind of person would I be to not at least give you this. I’ll admit it’s a bit nerve wracking to know you guys may be a bit different than what I’m used to. And then to call you by a different name is also kind of jarring. But it’s nothing to run away from. If I were to run from any of you then that proves I never loved you, that I never was deserving of this relationship. And with all my heart, I can tell you that I would never do that. Not unless you gave me a true and legitimate reason. And so far, I haven’t heard one yet.”

It was almost as if the air was lifted. As if the tension dissipated and all their worries were washed away. If you were lying to them you were doing a hell of a job. They’ve had past partners make empty promises to them before but none of their words were as elaborately thought out or heart felt like yours. This gave them a frightening sense of hope. 6 months they’ve hidden this side from, longer if you were to count the start of your friendship. Of course they were a bit scared. But something about the way you comfort and give the benefit of the doubt to them makes breathing just a bit easier.

Jimin couldn’t hold back anymore. He practically tackled you into the sofa, burying himself in the crook of your neck as he scented what he had access to. It started to tickle so your natural response was to start laughing. That reaction gave Taehyung incentive to come and pile on top of the both of you with giggles radiating from the small group. The others either joined in or watched on lovingly.

“Y/n.” Namjoon called out.

“Yes?” you said trying to remove Taehyung from your abdomen.

“Thank you. I mean that. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

You were momentarily stunned before your eyes softened followed by a sweet smile.

“Of course Joonie.”

“Oh! But..uhm...one more thing…” you said feeling a bit hesitant.

They all paused, waiting in anticipation for your words.

“I would...I wouldn't mind uhm...assisting you guys during your...uhm you know. Just whenever you need me I’ll do my best. I’m not experienced...but I’ll do whatever you need me to do.”

Your face felt like it was on fire. It was oddly embarrassing yet relieving to admit this to them. But your sensitive and shy heart couldn’t really bear to witness their reaction so, given your current position, you buried yourself into Hoseok’s side. This was probably for the best because the predatorial and animalistic looks they were giving you were far from innocent and if it weren’t for the fact that you were unprepared things would’ve become intimate rather quickly.

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A few days after that, you were heading into work a bit earlier than normal. That morning you had received a text from Taehyung requesting you meet with him before he was to be away on set for a few days. He had claimed he was craving some of the recently made chocolate chip cookies and wanted to take some with him. You, of course, were more than happy to, but you failed to understand why he needed to be so early when he didn’t have to leave for another couple of hours.

When you reached your shop, you were surprised to have seen the lights on and the door opened. Walking in, you spotted Taehyung, except he seemed a bit different. When he looked at you his eyes were no longer that deep wooded brown. They were a glowing icy blue. He cocked his head to the side with a playful smirk adorning his handsome face. Arms crossed as he leaned against the counter, he dripped with sensual and sexual desire.

It took you a second to figure out what was going on but then you realized. This was V. The full moon started last night and this was the first time you had met any of their Inner Dragons. You noticed that his horns were much longer, the surrounding area was much cooler than normal, and he definitely carried himself differently.

“V?” you immediately asked out of curiosity.

He just kept up that smirk, observing you silently. You were going to take that as a yes. Setting your bag down, you approached him like you would always, admittedly a bit hesitant at first. He opened his arms to you and you immediately obliged by hugging him. He held you tightly, ensuring his scent was all over you in the midst of that hug.

“Hello my little choco bun.”

“Hello my love. Did you get any sleep? I know you guys told me that the transition can be a bit hard on your night schedule.” you asked, looking up at him with slight concern.

He chuckled at you before cupping your face. He loved your innocent and doting personality when it came to them. All the more fun to corrupt.

“No need to worry. I managed this time. But I know what would make me feel better.” he said, approaching your ear.

“Eating your cookie.”

Your face went red and your ears were burning. The implication behind what he said seemed a bit suggestive. You weren’t entirely sure but you remember that V liked to toy with people so you didn’t take it to heart. In response, you tugged on his cheek playfully before walking away. It didn’t really matter because he already received the reaction he wanted.

Following close behind, you both made it to the back of the mini kitchen. You opened up the fridge where you stored a small container of the cookies just for him. When you handed it to him his eyebrow raised with confusion. Taking the lid off, he pulled a cookie out and ate one. He hummed a bit before speaking.

“It’s delicious. As always. But this isn’t what I wanted.” he sounded almost disappointed.

“Huh? But you asked for the cookies.” you reminded him.

“No, I asked for yours.”

“Those are mine silly. I made them last night.”

“No, love. That’s not what I meant. I want your cookie. I can guarantee it’s far sweeter than this. Softer, warmer, and wetter too.”

Oh.

That’s what he meant.

You froze, your heart was going crazy as you fell silent. He knew you finally caught on to what he was saying before another playful smirk came across his face. Taking your hand and dragging you further to the back of the kitchen, he pushed you against the counter, caging you away from the exit.

“You said you’d do anything we asked, right? To help us out during our time of need?” he questioned with purposeful intent.

You nodded, your mouth running dry and your throat hitched from saying anything.

“Good girl. Well then, what I want is to taste something far sweeter than your baked goods. I want to taste you.”

V licked his lips slowly, ensuring to maintain eye contact the whole time.

“May I?” he asked for confirmation.

“O-Of course...if it really means I’ll help you then-”

Before you even had a chance to finish your sentence, V had already lowered himself to your waistline. Unbuckingling your pants swiftly, he tugged them down along with your underwear, keeping sure that your tail didn’t yank along with it. The cool air breached your folds fairly quickly and the dripping wetness only made it colder. You inhaled sharply at how fast this was escalating but you were so turned on with temptation, you never once gave an indication that you wanted him to stop.

He smiled at what he was looking at, both at the darkened red hue adorning your cheeks and the brightly pink lips staring him directly in the face. You emulated a sweet and succulent scent that penetrated his senses. It was driving him crazy knowing no one was ever intelligent enough to claim you yet and he thanked his lucky stars for leaving and coming in early without any of his brothers realizing. He knew he would be reprimanded for this but he couldn’t give a damn. Now he can always hold the lead in being intimate with you and this, to him, was beyond honorable.

Your arousal was overflowing so much that it slowly began dripping down your inner thigh. V took advantage of the situation and began licking the trail all the way up to the outer corners of your pussy lips. He would drag his tongue back down the same way he traveled and then back up again in perfect repetition. Each time he made his way back up however, he inched closer to your opening, his hot breath tickling your core and causing you to take in sharp inhales.

When he was pleased with the teasing, he lightly flicked his tongue out at your swollen clit, causing you to squeak out louder than you were expecting. You covered your mouth hastily, embarrassed for being so loud and praying no one had heard you. V just laughed, rubbing your right thigh for comfort to get you to calm down a little.

“It’s okay little one, no one will be here for a while and, even so, it won't take me long to get what I want.”

Without so much as a warning he dipped his face in between your legs. He licked a long fat strip up the middle of your heat painstakingly slow, tasting every part his tongue touched. This was such a foreign feeling to you that you instinctively gripped the counter tip with so much force and bucked your hips in his direction. He continued this motion, a grin forming thanks to your reaction as he continued each long swipe of his tongue.

He eventually began to switch it up a bit, taking your clit into his mouth and sucking it slightly then going back to licking long strips from the bottom back up to the clit. It didn’t take much for you to start moaning or for your hips to rock against his tongue once more as he began eating you out with fervor. You wanted more of his tongue inside of you and he only obliged with each thrust. You’d never experienced anything quite like this. Only fantasized and imagined it. But no matter how experimental you got, nothing could compare to V’s work.

‘F-Fuck-” you whimpered.

His tongue began to penetrate you further and you screamed, gripping his locks, eventually finding his elongated horns and using them as leverage. Bucking harder into his mouth he wrapped both your legs around his shoulders to gain better access, really shoving his tongue into you as much as possible. You arched your back as a result, your body instinctively trying to get more of his tongue to deppen between your folds.

These actions went on for a while, your quivering whines and loud cries increasing in volume as a result. The sensation began building with every thrust. But V was far from done yet. He replaced his tongue with those long fingers of his, using them as a means to go even deeper inside of you. The new penetration was so intense you instantly contracted over the first appendage.

“My god you’re so tight and so fucking beautiful.”

“P-Please~ moore-AHh~”

He gently added a second finger to stretch you out and when he was given the green light based on your reaction, he added a third one. He pumped in and out at a quickened pace, the build garnering a stronger hold in the pits of your stomach.

“V-V~! I..I can’t...I can’t take it anymore~~! Please, I’m...I’m about to..~! Ehh Ahhhhh~!!!” you shouted.

“Then cum for me love.” he said, placing his whole mouth over your clit and sucking while his fingers pumped in and out of you.

It was a matter of seconds afterwards when your walls contracted over his fingers. You began to cum while gripping V’s horns and bucking harshly until you calmed down from the high. When it finally subsided, he retracted his fingers and removed your grip from around his shoulders. As a result you slid down the countertop onto your bare butt, panting heavily as your vision was still blurred white.

V was still on his knees between your legs and he began sucking his fingers as if it was the last thing on earth. Your breathing was ragged and your vision was slowly clearing up just enough to witness that. When you looked him in the eyes however, you noticed his handsome face was slicked with your juices as well and a vicious smile followed suit.

V eventually helped you off the floor, the both of you cleaning up and trying to look more presentable given your current state. Nothing was said at first until he snuck his arms around your waist with a satisfied hum, burying his face in the juncture of your neck. You eased into his touch, feeling oddly relaxed despite the exceedingly unsanitary and unprofessional thing you just did. He too felt the same, your scent having one of the most calming effects for his senses, especially now mixed with his own. He started kissing on your neck, sucking lightly on the dampened skin.

“Do you feel better?” you asked shyly.

“More than ever.” he nonchalantly answered.

“I...I didn’t hurt you did I? From when I-”

“From when you were fucking my mouth and death gripping my precious horns? Not at all.” he said teasingly.

You quickly turned to him, a horrified expression lacing your features.

“I-I’m so sorry!” you apologized profusely.

He put his hands up to cup your cheeks, a playful chuckle radiating from his throat. Your face was so warm from embarrassment, having never done something so vulgar before in your entire life. When he buried his head near your ear, he spoke in a hushed whisper.

“I told you, didn't I? That your cookie was going to be far better than anything you’d ever bake. And might I say, I’m quite addicted to it, little bun. So if it means my horns are going to have to go through a little beating, so be it”

With that, he kissed your cheek and let you go from his hold. You watched with slight confusion and a tinted hue on your face, as he waved with a wink, exiting out the door towards the elevator to who knows where. You knew that this was going to be a really long week and you began to question of you’d really be up to handle it.

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foralleternityidiot · 3 years

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On The Topic Male-to-Male Skinship: An Open Discussion

I have been thinking about writing a post on this topic for some time now and since I've been seeing a number of anons recently on other blogs (@keeperoftinyarmy @kookie-min-monster and @themoonispurple7 specifically) struggling with the implications of certain types of queer-coded interactions between JM and JK (and all of BTS or even throughout Kpop as a collective), I felt like this couldn't wait.

Before I begin, I want to state that I am a queer-identifying, white, American, cis(?) woman in my early 30s, so what I have to say will be shaded by my experiences as such. I also want to make the disclaimer that I am not stating that anything I say here is 100% accurate or without boatloads of nuance (culturally or otherwise). I am only one person taking a bit of time at the end of my work week to think about and research a bit on this topic. There is a lot more to say than what I have said here and what I have said here is in no way perfect nor meant to be taken as such. I am entirely open to disagreement and debate on the subject. I also would like to reserve the right to expand or alter what is said here as I gain more insight from independent research, personal experience, or through the shared experiences and knowledge of others.

I ask only 2 things before we begin:

Read my entire post before responding.

Between anyone and everyone who enters this discussion, we are going to assume the best intentions in tone and nuance.

This entire post was inspired by an article I read sometime between the spring of 2013 and the spring of 2015 about the importance of physical intimacy between male friends. The article specifically discussed the differences between skinship in western vs easter culture and the psychological importance to metal health in young men. I could not find that article, but I found many others and linked them all at the bottom of this post.

So here we go:

I want to discuss how platonic touch between men in American culture has negatively changed over the last century and how the fixation on dissecting skinship in Korean culture could lead down a similar damaging path.

Prior to the early 20-century, platonic touch between men in American society mirrored the current culture of skinship in modern Korean society. Currently in Korean society there appears to be a blind eye turned toward LGBTQ+ identities which mirrors a similar state in American society during the time when platonic touch was more acceptable amongst men. In America, as LGBTQ+ identities made their way into the mainstream public consciousness, men drew back from their skinship with other men. Because of the homophobia? Because of the homophobia.

The loss of social acceptability of platonic touch between these men has wreaked havoc on male mental health for a hundred years. (Note: I’m not getting into depth about the damage to male mental health here, but if you take a look at the sources I’ve linked below you can read more about it). Only recently as diverse sexualities have become more accepted in American society have we seen men begin to reengage in platonic same-sex skinship. You may have noticed that I have attempted not to pass harsh judgement on the men in American society for their choices to avoid skinship or not. Rather, I would like to pass judgment on society itself for creating an environment in which men would feel uncomfortable touching other men for fear of society’s rejection of them based on the collective homophobia of the time. It’s great that things are now changing, but the damage was already done.

So here is what we need think about regarding putting male-male skinship in Korea under a microscope and judging interactions from a lens of queer-codedness which has become so prevalent in Western-driven sociocultural discourse. Korea is, from an outsiders perspective, going through a shift in LGBTQ+ acceptance that happened in many Westerns and some Eastern cultures 10, 20, and 30+ years ago. What we should NOT want to see happen is a repeat of what happened in American society. As LGBTQ+ identities gain more recognition and acceptance and rights in Korea, men should not feel pressured to reduce their physical contact with other men. Of course, we cannot control the internalized homophobia of individual men, but we can attempt to control the collective atmosphere of acceptance from all sides.

I often pause to wonder about claims that possible fanservice, or interactions that aren’t easily codified as fanservice, between idols is offensive to LGBTQ+ people unless the members involved are LGBTQ+ themselves.

I pause to think about the implications of telling men that they should not demonstrate platonic intimacy because doing so between non-LGBTQ people is appropriative.

I pause to question if telling men that their platonic intimacy is queer-coded will pressure them to hold off altogether and cause long-term damage to male mental health as is what happened in America (and I am sure many other countries as well).

(Here is where I take a breath to allow room for all the paragraphs upon paragraphs of nuance that needs to be hashed out but that I’m not doing in this post).

I do not have any answers. I only have wonderings. I am open to receive everyone else’s thoughts on the topic. Feel free to tell me if you agree, disagree, are angered or pleased by this post, etc. I am not going to invalidate anyone. I just want to open this discussion because I think it’s an important one to have. My ask box is always open and anon is always on.

Here are some articles (a bunch of op-eds and one scholarly article that I could find which goes to show that more peer-reviewed psychological and sociological study is necessary on this topic):

https://www.researchgate.net/publication/12134802_Affectionate_Same-Sex_Touch_The_Influence_of_Homophobia_on_Observers'_Perceptions

https://remakingmanhood.medium.com/touch-isolation-how-homophobia-has-robbed-all-men-of-touch-239987952f16

https://www.huffpost.com/entry/when-did-touch-between-male-friends-become-taboo_b_59034d03e4b084f59b49f845

https://slate.com/human-interest/2013/11/male-affection-and-touch-homophobia-ruins-platonic-touch-for-straight-men.html

https://goodmenproject.com/featured-content/megasahd-the-lack-of-gentle-platonic-touch-in-mens-lives-is-a-killer/

https://medium.com/@carly.corthell/the-importance-of-touching-your-male-friends-platonically-7daaf136091e

https://www.popdust.com/we-need-more-bromance-2639008676.html

#jikook #kookmin #i really don't know how to tag this #skinship #social discourse #blogging #i promised y'all i'd start discoursing soon so here we go

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Eleven

.04 - 18

synopsis: the number Eleven had always appeared in milestones of your life. it was a constant, and you didn’t know why. but you would soon find out when you study abroad in japan and meet Him.

pairing: tsukishima kei x fem!reader

warnings: none!

masterlist: here :)

a/n: more introductions! English will be in bold. Hope you enjoy this one <3

previous || next

We made a start. Be it a false one, I know.

“Oh. It’s you.”

You turn to see the one and only Tsukishima towering over you. But that didn’t shock you.

His jersey number was Eleven?

Why the hell did he have that number? Is this supposed to mean something? I could be safe to call it a coincidence, but there was no way. Your whole life that number had appeared, so it should be a sign of something, right?

But what?

Millions of questions dashed through your mind as you stare each other down. The split second of intense eye contact felt like an eternity of wavelengths flowing between the two of you. That split second was all it took for everyone in the gym to dissect this interaction.

Hinata, always being the one brave enough in awkward situations, spoke up. “Uh...so you guys know each other?”

His inquiry broke the tiny trace between you and Tsukishima. You glance at your feet, the team, the net. Anything but him right now.

“I guess you can say that,” you admit shyly.

Tsukishima grunts. “She’s staying at my house for the time being. Not a big deal.”

Gee, he’s so nonchalant about it. You weren’t sure how to feel about that, but seeing at the confused looks being exchanged between the players, you felt the need to give a quick rundown of what the deal was. Better to prevent any wrong ideas.

You pipe up after Tsukishima, “It’s really not. I’m originally from the United States, but I’m studying over here now. Mizuki, Tsukishima’s mother, generously offered hospitality while I was over here in the country. Nothing more than that.” You smile assuredly, trying to avoid the need for any more pressing questions.

Too bad that didn’t work.

The two boys that high-fived, who you discovered to be Nishinoya and Tanaka, burst out, “So if you’re from America, you know English, right? Say something in that language!”

Not surprised, you ask, “What do you want me to say?”

A dark-haired boy, who quickly introduced himself as Kageyama, had been quietly observing the entire time. However, he was lightning-fast to give his suggestion:

“How do you say, ‘Hinata, you dumbass’ in English?”

“HEY!”

You pivot toward Hinata’s voice and find him staring daggers in Kageyama’s direction.

“Sorry Hinata, but Kageyama thinks you’re a dumbass. Sorry Hinata, but Kageyama thinks you’re a dumbass.”

Nishinoya and Tanaka whisper to themselves, and you only catch phrases like, “Who knew foreign languages could sound hot” “The way she could flawlessly switch between them bro oh my gosh”. You felt like a bug under a microscope. Especially with Tsukishima’s negative vibes rubbing onto you. It’s so weird how just his presence has been taking a toll on you.

A blonde man, probably in his twenties, strides up to the huddle, redirecting the team’s focus to him. He seems a little intimidating, but not too much. This must be the coach then.

He announces, “Alright guys, the ride to Tokyo is in a MONTH. Just some food for thought, so I would suggest you guys get cracking on your drills sooner than later.”

Daichi claps twice. “Alright! Starting with dives! Let’s go!” And with that, the team narrows their attention to the court.

The coach hums and finally acknowledges you, in a warmer tone opposite to the stern voice he just served his team. “Hey there, seems I missed introduction time. I’m Ukai Keishin, coach of this team. You’ll meet our team advisor too. He should be coming in soon, he just went to get something real quick. So, what brings you here?”

You explain the same spiel you gave the team, and he gives a curt nod. “I see. This might actually be perfect timing then. We were actually going to begin to evaluate each player to find their strengths and weaknesses, so we know what to tweak before Tokyo. You know what, think of today as a trial. Maybe you’ll be able to give us a new perspective we could miss.”

Your eyes glisten at the thought of being legitimately helpful for the team. You felt you were meant to be here.

The doors burst open, and in scurries what looks to be the advisor with multiple packets in his arms. You sense his distress, and you dash over to help him, managing to catch one as it fell off the pile.

“Why thank you! Can’t lose that at a time like this!” he smiles in appreciation.

The two of you carry the papers over to the rest of the staff. More introductions were made on your behalf, and soon Ukai and Takeda, the advisor, catch you up on their latest tactic of evaluating the team. They give you an extra copy of their packet, which lists every player’s strength and weakness.

“Your job, (y/n), is to capture their weaknesses in action. This way, they can physically see what they’re doing, and go from there. You can throw in some cool ones of them too, if you want. So their egos can get a little lift,” explains the coach.

You get to work.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You only have the essentials of your photography setup with you wherever you went, while your more professional add ons were in your room. This meant you had to get a bit closer to capture the range of certain angles, but you didn’t mind. You’ve been on a football field, basketball court, and a whole bunch of other arenas where you were drowning in a sea of giants. You’ve definitely seen worse situations.

Practice ran pretty smoothly. You were surprisingly able to shoot everything needed within the players’ packet, so once the team was officially done, Ukai had them all line up. One by one, each player would be able to look at their action shots, and the coach would explain to them what was working, or what can be improved. The players were, to say the least, super hyped at seeing themselves in action. (Nishinoya: “SHE GOT MY ROLLING THUNDAAA!” Your ears rang for a couple minutes after how closed he yelled) You weren’t too familiar with the sport itself, but you made sure to slide in a compliment for every player. It really made all the difference in the world to see their face light up, knowing someone else is motivating their hard work.

But a certain someone has been very difficult to read so far.

Tsukishima approaches you for his turn. What if he doesn’t like his photos? What if the angle you shot his blocking wasn’t good enough?

Why are you suddenly self-conscious?

You show him the first photo burst. A simple serve. Shouldn’t be too much.

Ukai begins explaining volleyball gibberish to Tsukishima, and you’re just trying to focus on not doing anything irrational. Just stand. Breathe. Click through photos. Repeat.

Usually, you’re able to tell what a player is thinking once they see their plays in action. But man, this guy was just so monotone! The only ounce of emotion you were able to detect was the tiniest glimmer of awe in his eye when you clicked through one particular block of his. This was the best from his series in your opinion. At least he recognized it. Your chest felt warm for some reason.

Before Tsukishima was dismissed, you slip him a quick confidence booster. “You’re really good at blocking. You look like you manage to catch anything, it’s awesome!”

He half-heartedly turns your way, looks at you dead in the eyes, and hums as a thanks.

So much for interaction.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Practice ends, and the gym gets locked up, much to Hinayana and Kageyama’s dismay.

Everyone begins to go their separate ways. Tsukishima was still conversing with Yamaguchi, so you weren’t sure if you should wait for him or not. Playing it safe, you start to walk, but slowly. Eventually, you hear footsteps crunching behind you, signaling him catching up.

“You shouldn’t walk alone in the dark. Can’t have mom’s favorite getting hurt or lost now, can you?”

It seemed more like a rhetorical question than one you should answer, given the way he has his headphones on. You decide to give him the benefit of the doubt, by trying to keep up with his pace. Metaphorically, anyway. Man, he sure walks fast!

“I know the way back! Plus, there’s streetlights, so it’s not that dark,” you muster out.

He sighs, then takes off his headphones. “You’ve been here one day and you know you’re way around? Seems like a stretch.”

You bounce back, “I mean, it’s literally down the street. The only way I would get lost at this point is trying to keep up with your long ass stride. Chill dude!”

He finally looks at you in the eyes.

He smirks.

Then slips his headphones back on.

You couldn’t tell whether or not this was his way of playful banter, or if he was genuinely trying to get a rise out of you. Either way, he had you feel a certain way. Good or bad, who knows?

The rest of the way continues in silence. And all too soon you both arrive at the house.

At dinner, Mizuki is excited to hear how your first day played out. “You came home along with Kei, so is it safe to assume you’ve already found a club or some sort to be in?” she innocently inquires.

You animatedly nod in response. “Actually, I was with his team. Hinata has shown me around the school, so he’s the one who invited me to their practice! One thing led to another, and basically I’m the team’s official photographer!”

Mizuki smiles and grasps your hand in exhilaration. “That’s great (y/n)! It’s a good thing Hinata was your guide then. Maybe it’s fate! I feel good knowing you and Kei will be around each other often. Isn’t this great, Kei?”

He looks up from his bowl. “As long as I don’t have to carry her from a concussion or something.” He goes back to his dinner.

Even though you retort, “I’ve been surrounded by pleasures of almost every high school sport, including volleyball. So I’ll be fine,” it still didn’t stop the evident blush that was resting on your cheeks. Why were you blushing? Stop blushing!

Once the kitchen was cleaned and you all were in bed, that’s when your thoughts started to stir. What exactly was the universe trying to tell you with his jersey number? Why did everything he did make you feel a certain way? How was he attractive without even trying? He wanted nothing to do with you, so why him?

Little did you know that he was thinking the same about you.

Why you? With the dumb way your face looks, all cute when it’s flustered? How you were able to flawlessly match his sarcasm and comebacks? He hasn’t even known you that long, so why are you making him feel something he hasn’t felt before?

While you both were drowning in each other’s thoughts, you both were staring at the same wall. The one wall separating your rooms.

It was Eleven o’ clock.

Let's split the night wide open. We'll see everything. We can live in love, in slow motion.

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#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima imagine #kei tsukishima #kei tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #eleven

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marshmallow-phd · 6 years

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The Experiments: Bonus Chapter

Genre: Sci-Fi, Thriller, Experiment AU

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Exo (????)

Summary: You were a med school graduate who just wanted to help research cures for the world. Instead, what you got was a dream job at EXO Applied Sciences. That is, until you discover the secrets of Level Sixty-Six and the nine inhabitants that are stored down there….

Warning: None

A/N: This is just a little bonus chapter as a special treat for hitting 200 followers! You guys are awesome! This coincides with Chapter 3 of The Experiments. Happy reading! Let me guys know if you’d like more things liked this in the future!

Read the main story here!

Today was his lucky day. Not that he had many of those in the last fifteen years.

It seemed every time he was awake, he was being stuck with needles or carted off to be drowned or pumped full of chemicals that made him feel like his entire body was ripping itself apart. Honestly, he wasn’t sure which he preferred: being submerged in the tank for an endless hour, getting one gulp of real air before being dunked back in, or being strapped to a table while the doctors smiled down on him, pressing a button so another blue liquid could be shot into his bloodstream. Both were a nightmare, one that he was being spared from for the time being.

Apparently, it wasn’t his turn as the guinea pig and the tank had sprung a leak. He hated the thought of which of his brothers weren’t so fortunate. Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Yixing. They weren’t fighters and they didn’t deserve this. None of them did, but - well, here they were.

That was, perhaps, the only downside to being left alone for the day. He was able to let his mind think, draw up pictures of his brothers and their own personal hells. With his fist clenching tightly to the thin sheet on his mattress, he tried to chase the thoughts away, a small rumble vibrating his chest when he failed.

Letting out an angry hiss, the door to his cell slid open. He didn’t turn to look at whoever had entered. Silently, he prayed that they just needed a blood sample and weren’t here for something more drastic. The light footsteps and slight change of scent in the air told him that his visitor was a female. To his surprise, she didn’t say anything but instead picked up the chair that he never used and positioned it so she was sitting down in front of him next to the bed.

She didn’t say anything. He still refused to look at her, thinking just maybe she might go away if he didn’t interact with her. The minutes ticked by and she didn’t move. It was a standoff. Or maybe she was just even sicker than the other doctors and was messing with him as a little game before dragging him off. He’d heard the guards snicker about what fun they had occasionally with Yixing, cutting him and beating him because it wouldn’t leave a mark and they thought it was good fun to pass the time. Just the thought of it was enough to make him sick.

Enough.

“Just get it over with,” he growled, still refusing to look at her.

He could hear her shift her chair before she asked, “Get what over with?”

“Don’t play games with me!” Only an ounce of control remained as he turned to face her, just enough to keep his face calm. Her question had come out so innocent, but the years had taught him better. “Stick whatever needles in me you want to and leave.”

The woman held up her empty hands. Only a file, notebook, and pencil laid in her lap. She didn’t even have gloves on. Only her pristine white doctor’s coat hinted at who she might be. “I don’t have any needles with me. I’m simply here to talk. My name is Dr. (y/n) (l/n).”

Her voice came out soothing, if a little unsure. Getting a better look at her, he knew he’d never seen her before. Taking in her appearance and supplies she brought with him and dredging up vague memories, he came to a simply conclusion:

“So you’re a shrink?”

She shook her head, little loose strands of hair bouncing off her temples. “No, I’m not. Officially, I’m a blood analyst, but I think there’s more to what’s going on inside of you all than a biological change. That’s just the surface of it.”

So, she was the one who studies his blood after the fact. Must be fun, sitting in a chair, looking at blood that belonged to someone that was once human.

Just for a second, he was curious as to what his blood would look like now, under a microscope. Did it resemble anything of what hers looked like? Or was that just the surface of their obvious differences? And did she really want to know how the changes in his blood had changed his head? How animalistic they’d all become?

Raising an eyebrow, he put his focus back on what was being discussed at the moment. “And so you want to dissect my head?”

The woman nodded, the corners of her mouth twitching up. She must have been holding back a smile now that she’d gotten him to speak. “In a sense.”

Pulling her eyes away from him, she plucked a pen out from behind her ear and opened the notebook, flipping to a fresh page. Looking back up at him, she asked, “How long have you been here?”

“You should know that. It’s in my file.” He didn’t mean to snap, but her question was infuriating. Everything she wanted to know, every surface level question she could possibly ask was listed right in his file, he was sure of it. They wrote everything down, logging every little reaction he had or didn’t have.

“I want to hear it from you.”

Looking in her eyes, the sincerity was obvious. They looked back at him with warmth and a softness that he hadn’t seen in years. She wasn’t like the others. Harm was not her intent, although the reflex he’d built up over the years saw all of them as a threat.

No, the one who sat in the chair and patiently waited for him to give her an answer to her question was not a menace that wanted to dissect him and use him for her own amusement. She was holding out a metaphorical hand to him, to keep him from drowning.

“Fifteen years, give or take. It’s hard to keep track sometimes.”

Her muscles tensed up, freezing her in place. With a frown, her eyebrows knit together and she scribbled something in her notebook, keeping the angle just so where he couldn’t see what she was writing down. In her next question, her voice was less stable, trembling just a bit to go unnoticed by normal, human ears.

“And have you always been in this room?”

Harmless or not, her line of questioning was still annoying. “You’re asking questions that you should already know the answer to.”

Sighing, she put down her pen. “I don’t know the answers, that’s why I’m asking.”

He pulled his eyebrows together, not expecting that kind of response. The other doctors here liked to act like they knew everything, quickly covering up any flaw that might expose a weak spot in their knowledge.

Putting the notebook and file down on the floor beside her, Dr. (l/n) leaned forward, sending her scent to him like a wave. It was a natural, human scent, not covered up by too many spritzes of perfume. There was a slight citrusy undertone to it, most likely from her shampoo. He liked that smell. It was comforting; a small glimpse of the outside world he hadn’t seen in a long time. As subtle as he could, he took several deep breaths, trying to memorize the scent.

While concentrating on his breathing, he almost didn’t catch what Dr. (l/n) said next. “I’m actually fairly new here. I was barely able to get permission to speak with you. Soon, I’ll talk to the others as well.”

The others? He pushed back a smile, knowing that Baekhyun would just talk her ear off. She might even prefer the younger one’s company over his considering their different levels of cooperation. That last thought almost made him growl, although he wasn’t sure as to why.

Copying her posture, he leaned forward, getting as close to her as he dared. “And why do you want to talk to us so badly?”

She didn’t flinch with his invading of her personal space. “Because I still see you as human.” Her voice was just barely a whisper, but he heard her loud and clear. “You’re more than just something to poke and prod. So, I want to know how it’s all effecting you.”

Human. He hadn’t been referred to as that in a long time. No one else, including himself, saw him that way. How could she? How could she get so close to him and not be afraid? How could she talk to him like he couldn’t kill her if he simply lost control?

There was something about her. As cliché as it sounded, there was.

Straightening up, he looked away, fearful of what he might let slip past his lips. Instead, he felt she needed to be reminded of the truth. “But I’m not human. None of us are.”

“I don’t believe that,” she argued. “You were born human. No matter what happens to you, you’re still human.” She said those sentences with such conviction, he couldn’t find it in him to counter it with facts.

Was he born human? Yes, that was true. But humans couldn’t do what he could, what his brothers could do. There were definitely events that could happen that could turn someone into something not human, but origins didn’t dictate how you changed. The tadpole may call itself a fish, but eventually it would change into a frog.

“You’re not like the others.” He kept his eyes trained on her, trying to get to the root of her own otherness. How she could be so compassionate and bold when the others were weak and indifferent?

As if she was uncomfortable under his gaze, she swallowed and bent down to pick up the notebook and file. A distraction. Was he confusing her as much as she confused him?

Oh so quietly and barely looking him in the eyes, she asked the most forbidden question.

“What’s your name?”

He smirked. Bold indeed. “You’re not allowed to know that.”

“Why won’t you let me know that?” she asked defiantly.

He shook his head. “It’s not me that made that rule. It’s them.”

A dangerous, determined look flashed in her eyes, making him admire her even more. “So, break the rule. Just once.”

Leaning forward, his lips felt like they were on fire in anticipation to speak the word they had been barred from forming for years. His ears burned from a yearning to hear it as well. To hear her say it.

“Junmyeon. My name is Junmyeon.”

She smiled, a soft, welcoming smile. His heart thumped in eagerness. Would she?

“Junmyeon.”

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