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dark and dangerous, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

you were the love of my life the darkness, the light this is a portrait of a tortured you and I is this the end? – up in the air by thirty seconds to mars

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; blind reader; hitman!au (basically John Wick universe; I was inspired by Donnie Yen's character Caine); violence + body disfiguration from violence; reader being forced + blackmailed back to service; tbh, many feels; smut (fem reader, choking / erotic asphyxiation, ink appreciation, a lot of sensual touching, slight D/s due to the situation, mild restraint, cowgirl); non-idol!BTS - retired hitwoman!reader x current hitman!JK; sub!JK; JK’s POV

He hadn’t seen her in a long time.

Time was a bitch.

She had defied it in some ways, as he knew she would. Pristine, glossy waves of hair cascading down her left shoulder. Longer than he had ever seen it. Gleaming skin, with that little mole under the right side of her lower lip. A little prefect imperfection under a perpetual faint smile. Blouse with a ruffled collar. Clean black longline trench. That was all he could see from this angle, above the bobbing heads of the packed train car. They were both forced to stand, along with many others. No free seats available. Her shoulders were forward, as if her hands were resting in front of her body. Not holding on to any railing, her back only vaguely leaning against the steel pole.

She wore dark-tinted glasses now.

Cat-eye-shaped, with silver accents. Actually, probably palladium. She had expensive taste.

The train approached a tunnel.

There was chattering, but mostly it was the low buzz of the general public. A mass gathered but not interacting. Passengers politely in their own worlds with the collective backdrop of a thundering train speeding through carved darkness.

The gunshot tore through the murmur.

Everyone began screaming.

He was standing in the corner of the train car, towards the door. Looking very much like a businessman ready to punctually take his leave, and suddenly he was one of the many flattened against the metal walls, crushed past the doors and into the train map. The mass became one. Earsplitting panic ricocheting. The awareness of being contained, confined, trapped, heightening and getting louder. He paid attention to none of it, instead narrowing his eyes and focusing on the way the crowd parted, right at the center.

Right where the woman in dark-tinted glasses was standing.

Her body was ever-so-slightly turned.

It must have been less than a second.

It was so fast that he barely had a chance to see the crouching man with arm extended, and then there was another blast of sound. The fear pitched, piercingly sharp. Instant, whirling black as she closed the distance. Long, thin, rod-like, rising. He finally found out what she kept in her hands in front of her body.

Thwack!

The sound cracked through the air as startlingly as the gunshots. Even faster, perhaps, because there was no hesitation. The untrained eye would be unable to keep up, but he was no untrained eye – one strike, onto the hand, where the delicate bone of the thumb was immediately snapped. The gun flew out of his hand and into the crowd, causing more alarmed screeching as people stampeded away from it, throwing themselves against the sealed doors. The disarmed gunman had no time to shriek. Two strikes to the arm and he was crumpling. Two more. Shoulder, head bowing as the body involuntarily cowered to protect itself and the last, side of the head behind the ear.

The gunman hit the floor with a crunch, groaning wetly.

The hysteria was racing towards critical level, but the train slowed and the doors burst open despite the mechanical reminder to stand back. No one noticed. No one cared. Flinging themselves out, scrambling over each other, clawing to be the first ones to escape. Crying, tripping, running, and then.

Silence.

“The doors are closing. Please stand back.”

The whirr reinstated after the doors closed and the train began moving again. A metal shell was oblivious to human terror.

The woman in dark glasses remained.

There was a gleam of silver towards the top of her cane. Something wicked hiding within.

Her hand shifted and snapped it shut.

She flipped the cane in her hand, the bulbous handle pointing downward.

The man on the ground grunted, shifting.

Crack!

Completely still now.

The gun was still on the floor, all the way to the other side of the car.

The woman stood in the middle. The cane in her hand flipped back to its correct alignment, the tip rapping the floor. It moved forward, to the body, poking it several times. Gingerly. Her lips twisted into a pout of discomfort, muttering something under her breath that sounded like, just one, the disrespect, and she crouched down, sweeping her coat aside.

Ping. Ping.

A familiar sound.

She stuck her hand out and calmly patted down the fallen man. There was a distinct tapping motion rather than a grazing along the body. Manicured nails, and then those nimble fingers flitted under the collar of the jacket her assailant was wearing. An exhale and she pulled, hard, plucking something from the body. A small metal disc, no more than a couple centimeters, with an engraving on it. It looked like a stylized ’S’ with flowers made of blade-like petals.

Her thumb ran across the surface.

“Fuck,” she spat.

Then she tucked the pin into the inside of her coat.

The woman in dark glasses stood back up and tapped the floor with the black cane again. This process had taken about a minute. The train was still moving, onto the next stop. The cane struck the linoleum, repeatedly, against the seats and the metal poles, the tinkering echoing in the cabin.

Stopped.

Shit.

The woman tilted her head slowly, then faced his direction.

“And here I thought you were stupid,” she said, her voice loud and clear, directed to the corner he was standing in. “But actually you were just being courteous to the disabled, hm?”

The black cane turned, silent, the stance of the hand holding it altering from exploratory to predatory.

He had two choices.

Talk or get his ass kicked by an expert of ass-kicking.

He settled on saying, “Not a warning shot.”

She froze.

Still wary and on high alert, but no longer an arrow pulled to the brink against the string of the bow. He saw the twitch of one of her eyebrows.

“You have got to be kidding me,” she hissed in icy annoyance. Her shoulders lowered and her head ticked back. The body language equivalent of rolling one’s eyes. The dark glasses remained though. “Why the fuck are you here? I’m retired.”

He didn’t move from his corner. The tip of that cane was blunt but he just watched her take out a man in five hits. That thing wasn’t made out of plastic – and he was pretty sure it was sheathing a blade. No thanks. “And still getting shot at.”

“I said I was retired, not uninteresting,” she retorted, stance relaxing. He let out the breath he had been holding. “Answer my question.” She rapped the floor sharply and his body immediately snapped to attention.

He should have listened to his superiors.

“Why are you here, Jeon Jungkook?”

Leave the information to be found. Do not engage with the target.

The last time Jungkook saw her, she still had sight.

He let out a soft sigh.

“The Elders are giving you a name.”

The dark tint of those sunglasses did nothing to hide the vicious distaste behind them.

“Tell the Elders to shove the name up their collective assholes,” she growled, but he was already walking forward and the cane was pulling back, poised at an angle at her side.

“I didn’t want to come,” Jungkook said, and it came out quieter and more helpless than he thought it would.

The anger in her expression wiped clean.

The Elders, his superiors, were not to be trifled with.

She tucked her tongue in her cheek as he reached into his suit jacket. It was made an unpatented combination of fibers, the latest in cutting-edge bulletproof fabric. Couldn’t really patent shit made for the general public to not know. He suspected her coat and slacks were made of the same material, which explained the pinging noise earlier.

Old habits die hard.

“I’m blind. Not stupid,” she muttered.

She held her hand out, but her face wasn’t quite in his direction.

He placed the black card with a series of raised dots.

She swiftly pulled it back, not allowing his hand to linger. Mashed it against the top of the cane. He noticed the orb-shaped handle was an intricately carved piece of silver metal. Vines? No, more like stylized lines of water. Or fire. There was a creature within those lines, inset, making it look like it was huddled within.

A bunny.

Her fingertip pressed into the black cardstock. Stopped in between, only halfway. Then pressed on even though they both knew the name on there. He couldn’t read braille but he could read her pissed-off expression pretty well.

She let out a huff.

“Really.”

It wasn’t a question.

“He betrayed us.”

“Like I couldn’t have told you that sooner,” she breathed out in a vengeful exhale. “I warned them. I warned them against taking that American snake’s money. They didn’t listen to me. Took my eyes instead. And now they gave me a name? You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

He really did not want to see her angry but there was no other reaction she could have.

The train was calling, indicating the next stop was coming.

Jungkook opened his mouth, a single syllable of her name escaping his throat.

The cane shot up and jammed into his chin. Bruising pain. Shut him up and made him jerk back, but she pressed forward, lowering her head, still not quite looking at him, and that was the worst, her not being able to look at him even though she was doing the equivalent of that.

Just…

Differently.

“Young gun,” she sighed, and the hole in his chest tore open a little more upon hearing the nickname she had for him long ago. Back when they were not quite friends on the surface, because this life that they chose didn’t allow for that, but friends nonetheless in the moments that counted. “If they sent you, that means you should stay away from me.”

“They didn’t send me,” Jungkook admitted and he could smell her perfume.

Sweet.

Familiar.

In the past, it had clung to his skin sometimes.

Her head tilted.

The train was slowing, announcement crackling up above. They would have to get off. Can’t be near a body with brain damage and a gun. He spoke softly to the thin air between them.

"I picked up the task with the last messenger was… interrupted. I happened to be closest.”

Silence.

There was the faintest tick at the corner of her lips. She removed her cane from his chin.

“Happened to be closest,” she echoed.

Her voice like smoke curling in the darkness.

“Hm.”

The train stopped.

The doors slid open.

She backed up and turned away. The cane tapped from side to side. Side to side, a rhythm and routine of finding the opened doors. The mechanical announcement called above their heads. He watched her stride away confidently, a stricken feeling in his chest, remembering something she used to whisper to him in the dark, I love looking at you, curling smoke all around them as scarred fingertips slid up his naked forearm.

She stopped at the exit.

“Don’t follow me.”

Walked out.

Jungkook followed.

“How’s your father?”

“I told you not to follow me.”

They were standing at a crosswalk and he was behind her. Not that close but close enough. She stayed close to the pole where repeated beeps indicated it was not safe to cross yet. Cars zipped by. For some reason, Jungkook found them unnaturally loud and violent even though he had never thought that about cars before.

“He’s fine.”

He glanced at her face but there was no expression.

“Still has dementia, still gambles and milks every cent out of the old folks in the retirement complex. You would think he would ease up once he’s struggling to remember the people in his life but, nope, he’s completely content with only knowing how to kick your ass in poker.”

There was a resonance of bitterness in those words but, also, a feeling long gone.

She ticked her head. “They keep him alive to remind me he doesn’t remember I exist. Least he pays his own bills with his habits.”

It was safe to cross now.

He watched the cane sway and tap. She walked calmly and with ease. Maybe even a swagger. It relaxed him as he fell in step.

“You do what you know,” he commented, his eyes darting, taking in his surroundings.

“I really try not to, young gun.”

They walked briskly along the streets. She turned this way and that, stopping once at a fruit stand to buy some apples. The merchant accepted the bills handed to him. She asked if it was enough. Jungkook saw it was more than enough. The merchant replied it was the exact amount. She hummed and stepped away before Jungkook could say anything. He hurried after, and she immediately turned and walked right into a laundromat.

The repeated thump-thump-thump of whirring washing machines and dryers radiated all around them as people fought with their duvets and swore under their breath.

“You overpaid,” Jungkook hissed, stepping closer.

“Such is life,” was her reply. She chuckled, tap, tap tapping away, hitting the edges of the machines but not a single person seemed to notice or care, too busy hurling themselves into the large cavities to yank out their sopping garments. “I do it sometimes just to see if they’ll correct me. They don’t.”

He frowned and made a mental note of the man’s face.

Just in case.

She held delicately to the bag of apples and shouldered her way into the back double doors.

Kept walking, through the back of the laundromat, into the alleys, and now the faces here were different. Keen, sharp gazes that ignored her presence but immediately narrowed upon seeing Jungkook, looking him up and down. Men and women, in musty coats and worn-out gloves with holes in them, backpacks and carts. A complete turnaround from his sharp three-piece suit and neatly parted hair. She breezed past, the apples rustling in the plastic bag, skimming her cane along the concrete, not quite looking exactly forward. Her head was slightly tilted; one ear closer to him.

“I told you not to follow me,” she chuckled.

“I see that,” Jungkook let himself say, calmly and without emotion.

“I don’t,” she quipped back.

There was a lightness to her tone that indicated there was no danger as long as he kept his hands to himself. He continued to follow.

Someone on his right reached out and shoved him.

The cane whipped through the air, swatting Jungkook’s left arm and pinning it to his body. He grimaced, feeling the solid stripe of pain, noticing her movement had stopped his body from colliding with another in this narrow alley. The woman to his left glared at him, grinding her teeth. The shove hadn’t hurt.

It was just disrespectful as hell.

What had been previous tense silence erupted into malicious sniggers.

Droning all around.

Jungkook gritted his teeth and pushed his anger down.

Her head jerked like a hawk.

“You know the rules,” she warned to the air. “You upset me and I will take your offering from the shrine and then there will be nothing to protect you.”

The sniggering immediately died.

Now the silence wasn’t tense.

It was fear.

She removed her cane from Jungkook’s arm and swung it in an arc. Slowly.

Stopping.

Jungkook didn’t have to turn his head. He heard the sharp intake of breath. Hard not to in the terrified hush. He didn’t say anything. He let her handle it. If he reacted, there would be cracked skulls. He had a feeling that the woman in dark glasses would be a lot more pissed at him if that was the case. He did not want to make her angry. It seemed like a bad idea.

She whacked the tip of the cane against the brick wall.

Everyone flinched.

Even Jungkook felt a muscle in his shoulder twitch, reacting to the loud, piercing sound.

She turned back around and continued walking.

No one bothered them after that.

They finally turned and stopped at a makeshift shrine in the middle of the maze of alleys. It seemed to be a clearing point. An intersection of sorts, where a group of buildings were sequestered awkwardly due to poor planning. Someone had created a structure in the middle of this chaos with a shingled roof and a statue in the center surrounded by a sandy pit of burnt incense sticks. There was a wall behind it, with strips of paper tacked on, fronted by tables overflowing with fruit and cellophane-packaged boxes.

She placed the bag down and it tumbled against a stack of oranges, one red apple spilling out of the plastic and hitting some pears.

Jungkook stepped up and corrected it.

She faced the papers. They flapped about like ducks crowding a lake, not in the wind but in the hot air blasting out a vent from of one of the buildings. She made a noise that sounded like disapproval and irritation mixed together. Turned and walked purposefully away, running her cane along the cracks of the concrete.

Jungkook followed once more as she stepped out, following a walkway between two buildings.

Stopped.

There was a door to their right, inset within the walls. Or, not a door. He frowned. Instead of a handle, there was an odd dent in this part of the wall that seemed to cave inward. She paused, tapping the cane along the ground. There was a hollow sound, and Jungkook looked down to see some metal tiles littered against the door. She stepped forward, treading along the otherwise meaningless metal sealed into the concrete. She slid the cane up in her hand, gripping below the rounded handle.

The orb made of swirls around a bunny.

She raised it and with surprising accuracy, within two taps against the door, slid the orb into the dent.

There was a whirr and a click.

The door slid open, a strip of light appearing on the ground.

She stepped inside.

Jungkook followed.

“What if you lose your cane?” he wondered out loud.

The door slid closed after they entered.

“There’s another way to get in, obviously,” she tutted. “All I have to do is bleed on it.”

A hollow silence.

They were in darkness except for the thin line of light at the bottom of the door.

“I…”

“Don’t need to talk,” she interrupted. “I need to shower and then pack some things. Wait.”

She stepped out of her shoes and placed the cane against the wall beside them. Felt along shoulder height, pressing switches. Stripes of light gleamed from above and below the walls, along the edges and sides. He had to pause to take it in. Black ceilings with brocade-patterned obsidian wallpaper where the designs were glossy compared to the matte background. A squishy-looking coffee-colored leather couch, a huge sound system bolted to the wall above an electric fireplace, bobbly blankets stuffed in a basket. No television, no coffee table. A large, empty space behind this area with a large set of dark wood armories along the wall. To his right, a kitchen with dark granite countertops that had similar notable differences than what he was used to. When she walked, she followed the lines of light along the ground.

“I’m sorry,” he called after her.

She stopped.

“I should have…”

“Shut up, young gun.”

She didn’t sound angry or pissed off.

She just sounded tired and that was worse.

“You couldn’t have done anything. This is the life we have.”

“I should have tried to find you,” Jungkook pleaded to that back, to that longline black coat and graceful legs. Dancer’s legs, he used to think, so nimble and quick that he could never keep up. He had been a little envious of how lithe she was back then. Aroused at how she always struck with such poise, something he wasn’t good at. He preferred brute force. Learned outmaneuvering from watching her move, often. It was addicting, watching her move, and he had found himself wanting more.

He hadn’t expected this would be the result.

She reached up in one smooth motion and removed her sunglasses. Placed them on the kitchen island.

The palladium on the edges of the dark lenses glammed.

“You wouldn’t have found me.”

She turned.

Starburst eyelashes surrounding white, mottled irises framed by twisted scar tissue.

A faint, emotionless smile.

“Can’t find a shadow when they’re all around you, Jungkook.”

He breathed in.

The bed smelled just like her. Her perfume, mixed with fabric softener, and there was that indescribable scent that could only be described as his perception of her. The smell that didn’t change despite the perfume, the smell he breathed in now with his back flat on the mattress, the smell that only he knew because its effect on him was different from everyone else. It was an experience. It was memories. It was…

Jeon Jungkook breathed in, laying on her bed as she showered.

He hadn’t asked. Probably should have. His arms were spread out with the backs of his hands touching the duvet. His black jacket and vest were draped on the pale chestnut-colored velvet armchair next the bed. At least he had kept his dress shirt and necktie on. He had thought about removing them. Letting his bare skin touch the folded duvet, even slip under to be against the sheets, but even he had a limit to his insanity.

He had thought about it though.

Maybe would have done it if she meant a little less.

He had missed her smell. He inhaled again. The last time he memorized it, she still had sight. It had been so long. Time was a bitch. His hands turned. The duvet was made of a cool, creamy linen. He closed his eyes, fingertips grazing the soft fabric, something satisfying about the wrinkled texture, organic, imagining their body lines pressed against it.

He bunched the fabric in his fists.

Let go, sighing.

For not the first time, Jungkook wondered how it could have been different.

He hadn’t missed the details. All of the furniture in this home had rounded corners. Lines of light streamed throughout every room, clearly indicating all the corners and edges of the walls. There were little speakers positioned discreetly, waiting for her command. No mirrors anywhere. No windows. Hole in the wall that no one was supposed to know was here, although Jungkook was sure the Elders somehow knew. Or guessed. Sometimes one didn’t need to have full information to cause enough disruption. He gritted his teeth even though he understood why she hadn’t been in touch.

The rage within him, from witnessing how she now lived, was beyond violent.

Careful there, young gun.

This was Korea but Jungkook was eager to introduce the Elders to the language of Columbian neckties.

You’re so reckless. I like that about you.

He was of the belief that he could handle the details later. The reality was that he was just very lucky to meet certain people in this business of killing for hire. People who saw something in him, whatever it was. Youth. Energy. Power. He was coasting a little because of his looks.

That was part of playing the game, too.

He liked playing the game. It had been a necessity once, and now he liked it. Because of ego. Because he had a natural talent for it. Because there was a time where he believed there were no rules – but the rules were always there, a silken web underneath his feet. In this business, one didn’t get to decide to work for the Elders.

The Elders decided when you worked for them.

Crossing paths was inevitable.

He had almost hated it. And then he met her. Same business. Different approach when it came to dealing with the cards that had been dealt. A moment that meant everything. Pivotal. Fate. Guns crossed and he knew. He knew the moment he looked into her eyes.

Jungkook turned his head and inhaled again, drenching his lungs with her scent.

Opened his eyes.

She was gliding into the bedroom, a long, dark maroon silk robe flaring out against her legs. Her hand was following the wall, three fingertips grazing against the black wallpaper. Skin gleaming, hair pinned in large, soft curlers, head tilted to one side. The silk clung to her shoulders, her breasts, her hips, and then she turned, facing the dresser.

Her hands lifted, finding the glided edges of the dark wood, stroking the intricate profile of inlaid silver.

“If I didn’t know better, I would be creeped out right now,” she chuckled.

He sat up.

“Do you know better?”

He didn’t know how he wanted that to sound, but those words escaped with an edge of uncertainty.

On the dresser was a plate with a perfume and a collection of faceted crystals. Her hand was dancing upward, following the surface, finding the dark glass bottle. He didn’t understand the meaning of the various stones, but for some reason he didn’t think they were there for a spiritual reason.

Those thoughts were confirmed as her other hand drifted over them, following the edges.

“You’re simple, young gun.”

She doused herself with sprays of spicy gourmand.

Exhaled, satisfied.

He could smell it from here and it made him ravenous.

“And not that subtle,” she added, smooth and biting.

Silence.

Neither of them moved.

Jungkook found that despite the carnal instincts eating up in the cavity of his ribcage, he wasn’t sure if he wanted her to turn around. Knotted lines and white orbs. He grimaced and hoped it was silent. Still, he didn’t look away from her back, his skin burning all over with festering shame and guilt.

She shifted her weight, accenting the delicious curve of her hip.

Dark silk molded to those body lines.

Yeah, Jungkook was sure that he didn’t want to stop looking.

“Are you supposed to be accompanying me?” she asked.

He could lie. “I’ve been assigned to be your eyes.”

She snorted.

He would have followed anyway, orders or not. The orders were there to both torment and annoy him. Well, the level of pain depended on how he felt about the situation, he knew. And that depended on how he could navigate this moment, right now. Currently the status was, not well. Her back still facing him after all.

“Stupid motherfuckers.”

“Yeah.”

He smiled despite himself. It was funny and familiar, her swearing. He noticed the pin with the lotus and the stylized ‘S’ in her hand now. She ran her thumb over it. There was a tension in her shoulders. He didn’t recognize that symbol and that bothered him.

“I thought you were retired?”

She hummed, tapping the metal against the wood. “I am. I got bored. Gotta pick up hobbies, you know.”

“I could pick up your hobby,” he offered.

She chuckled again, placing the pin down and sliding it to between white crystals. “Sadly, I think that fun will have to wait. I’m being called to service and all that shit.”

Silence again.

It was hard to know how much time passed though. Time almost didn’t seem real in within these walls.

She broke it.

“Don’t you want to get out?”

He took a moment.

“The Elders would have called you back eventually.”

He let that statement hang in the air.

“Tracking was never your strong suit.”

Yeah, it wasn’t.

“Now it’s not mine either.”

Jungkook winced and hoped she couldn’t hear it. Her head ticked. Sigh.

“My fucked-up eyes bother you?”

“No.” Shit. He said that way too fast. “I don’t think you’re ugly.”

“That wasn’t what I asked, Jungkook.”

Her words cut through him, razor-sharp and accurate. He withered despite not being viewed.

“You know the Elders suspected you might intercept. They’re old, not dumb.” He did know. He still didn’t say anything. He struggled to say it out loud, but she had no trouble. “They are testing you. They will manipulate you no matter how you feel about it. The best way to avoid those puppet strings is to feel nothing at all. You are putting yourself in danger.”

It was unbearable, saying nothing.

“What about you?” he asked softly.

A pause.

He saw he index finger bounce silently on the edge of the dresser.

Her head turned a little more, the curlers holding her hair blocking the side of her face. She reached one and, one by one, removed them. Pulling out pins. Setting them on the dresser. Pulling out the soft curlers, setting the cylinders on the flat side so they didn’t roll away. Locks of hair cascading down, falling, falling, framing shoulders and back.

She ran a hand through her hair, sighing, separating the waves with her fingers.

Messy.

“I told you. I’m retired.”

His lips parted.

“Not uninteresting.”

The side of her mouth curved upward.

“You shouldn’t have intercepted the messenger.”

There was something about the way she said it. Teasing rather than chiding. And yet there was still that hesitation. He let his eyes roam over her partial side profile.

“I’ve been in danger from the day I met you,” Jungkook finally admitted and he didn’t mean his physical self.

From what he could see of her expression behind her hair was an amused one. “Shit. You’re gonna make me blush, young gun,” she snickered.

Her words had the opposite effect. He felt his neck heat and instantly reached back to rub it, trying not to let it show. Well, she couldn’t see anyway. After a split second of consideration, he let out the low noise of embarrassment. Her head lifted, hair shifting. He saw the side of her mouth soften to a faint smile.

“I wonder how you’ve changed,” she breathed out. “Can’t appreciate you like I used to.”

He still couldn’t quite see her eyes. They were covered by curls of hair shadowing her temples.

Jungkook let himself say her name the way he wanted to.

She didn’t move, still life wrapped in deep scarlet silk.

“I don’t believe you.”

He could see it now, the subtle change in her demeanor. Sharpened. He had said the words with a smile and she could tell. Tone or volume or both. If possible, more frightening now. More deadly. More of a weapon, which was why, he assumed, the mutilation was done rather than an execution.

“You’re blind. Not stupid,” he reminded her.

Her head and body turned.

The way her hair framed her face, only half done. The slim openings of the robe securely tied at the waist, exposing thin white scars and the raised marring of worse ones. Retired, sure, but not that long ago, and still honed in muscle and movement. She wasn’t that much older than him. She just called him young gun to get on his nerves a little. Had seniority over him in this business and all that. Pretty easy to have seniority when one was given to the Elders as a child.

Payment.

He wasn’t always a good gambler. We all start somewhere.

Jungkook stood up.

Those clouded orbs found the source of blocked light at the end of the bed. It was a different feeling, being the focal point knowing the other didn’t have sight. Unnerving was the wrong word. He was just very aware that he was the target of her senses. With sight, he realized, he had an inherent level of complacency. There were a lot of intricacies in a single glance. The concrete details mattered less than the contrast between what he expected versus what he didn’t expect.

Ah.

Her lips curved into a dangerous smirk.

He admired it.

She moved forward, silent.

“You do seem to have put on more muscle,” she hummed. “Heavy.”

“You always reminded me to remember to eat while on the job.” The direction of his voice. His breathing. “You’ve learned more skills. Scary.”

She grinned. “I’ve had some free time. Wait till you see me dual wield.”

She stopped in front of him.

Raised her head.

Jungkook found he saw a lot more when he looked into her scarred eyes than he ever expected.

“You have changed,” she murmured.

A faint smile.

“Y… Yeah,” he breathed back, the ache in his ribs rattling.

It was different.

She reached up and forward. Fingertips grazing his shirt, then finding the tie. Following it with two hands, carefully. Seeing. He tried to stay still. Focused on her face, the little smile when she found the tie clip, muttering under her breath, oh, you’ve become a little more of a man, huh, and her body language, relaxed. Comfortable. Details he would have ignored given different circumstances.

What else had he missed all this time?

He was still lacking in some areas, he realized.

She was unraveling his tie.

“I hope you have learned how to tie a tie by now.”

He hadn’t. “Nope.”

A laugh. “You hate them anyway.” She folded it in her hands and held it to the side. “Hold onto it for me. I might need it.”

His skin tingled, the sensation traveling up his back. Lifted his hand and let it linger, brushing past her callused knuckles, taking the necktie from her. A contrast from their past. This was a measured ferocity compared to a fast-paced chase. He ran his fingertips along her wrist, trailing off her forearm. She smiled and he felt it everywhere, in his blood and in his nerves, his world alight once more.

Skin-to-skin.

She raised her hands again and followed his shirt placket, starting from the top.

“I like this cologne.”

“You said it was your favorite.”

“You really can’t be subtle to save your life, can you, Jungkook?”

She teased him as easily as she teased the buttons from their restraints. He bit his lower lip, sucking in a breath.

“I’m really trying to be patient right now,” he gritted out.

She smiled again.

This was her smile she only showed him.

He was sure of it.

His shirt was halfway unbuttoned now. She leaned in, locks of hair curling over her shoulders, spreading the placket open with two fingers. Breathed out. The heated air washed over his chest, and he closed his eyes, shuddering, ignited desire shimmering in his raging blood. She did it again, but this time with his name.

“Jungkook…”

His head tipped back, lips parting, the low sound of clawing lust bubbling in his throat. His hands came up, tensely resting on her silken shoulders.

The rest of the buttons came undone as he himself unraveled.

Her hands slid in, fingers spreading over his flexed abdomen. Cool, careful, seeing him. He gasped, struggling to keep still. Exploring his scars, known and new. His shirt peeled back, tugging out of his slacks as she touched him. Along his sides, his chest. His nipples, and she flicked one, making him hiss and flinch. They hardened as she rubbed them.

“Still like that, hm.”

“S… Shut up.”

Her palms over his pectoral muscles, fingers fanning out.

“Been working out, haven’t you?”

His breathing was shallow. “Gotta pick up hobbies, you know.”

A soft laugh. She gently knocked back his arms, pushing the dress shirt off his shoulders. Confines, he concluded. Her fingertips paused on his right shoulder. He looked down, body on fire. Her lips were parted, pink tongue dancing on the edge of for lips.

“You have tattoos.”

Oh.

That was right. She hadn’t seen yet.

“Hobbies,” he snickered.

She turned her head, fingertips hesitating.

Jungkook reached up and pressed her hand to his arm.

“Please. Look.”

It was a strange, intoxicating sensation. Being touched like this, guiding her along. He murmured under his breath, describing them one by one. She could follow, especially the newer ones or the ones that were done over his scars. She lingered by the tiger lilies on the inside of his forearm. There was a patch of black there. Amusement flitting across her features. Continued down, following the outline another tattoo, tracing the eyelashes.

She cocked an eyebrow.

“I think I might change that one. In light of… events.”

Her cheek tightened in mirth. Just more confirmation that she was alarmingly acute in sensing tone and meaning beyond words.

“You’re unbelievable.”

He froze, feeling her other hand sliding up his back as the one he was holding slid down to his knuckles, caressing them as her lids lowered. Lines of scars, across starburst lashes and across his spine, closer, her fingers lacing with his, her chin lifting.

That small mole under the right side of her plush lower lip.

“You have goosebumps, Jungkook,” she purred, dragging her nails down his back.

He closed the distance.

Her scent all around him.

Her taste.

The fervor seeped into him when their lips connected, ravaging his senses and his thoughts, body to body. Nights and days, culminated memories bleeding into now, into the ferocity of their kiss, her fingers claiming his back and his in her hair, tangled in the mess, clasped hands below them, squeezing tight.

He thought he would never see her again.

Never hold, never touch, never breathe in her breath.

He was afraid too. Afraid it wouldn’t feel the same. Afraid their euphoria was broken by interference and ego. Afraid he was wrong, abut himself, about her, about them.

But he wasn’t.

Jungkook could tell.

She let go of his hand and wrapped it around his throat.

“I missed your taste,” she whispered into his moan, in between nicks of teeth and feathery kisses. “You know what makes someone dangerous?” Her grip tightened, pulling him down to her, red silk slipping off her shoulders. “When they have someone to die for.” Her lips traveling over his jaw, to his gasping mouth, his blood flow slowing as her fingers pressed into the sides of his neck. “When they have someone to live for.” Ravenous kiss, making his eyes roll back and his air disappear, lightheaded as he touched the exposed skin of her upper arm, knotted lines of scar tissue from a previous gunshot wound under his fingertips.

She murmured to his open mouth, husky voice a caress.

“When they have someone to kill for.”

He pressed his forehead to hers, his erection straining against his slacks, pressing it into her naked thigh.

“You…”

Jungkook stared into her white eyes and she reveled in the darkness, basking in his shadows, seeing all of him with all her other senses.

“You made me all three,” he gasped.

Her grip loosened and the blood rushed back, making his eyelids flutter and fire crawl up his scalp.

A resolved sigh.

“We are one and the same, you and I.”

His hands following the memorized lines across her back. The dark red silk pooling onto the floor. Her hand between them, stroking him through his clothes, choking him again. Pleasure seeping down his tense thighs, up his clenched abs. The pressure winding within his core, his lips trembling against her calm, so close to the perfect imperfection of that mole under a silver tongue.

“Guns just waiting to be aimed.”

She held down his wrists bound by his necktie.

Rammed her hips into his and he hissed, back arching, bouncing on the mattress. Torn condom wrapper on the floor by their discarded clothes. Saliva drying on the inside of his hard thighs still tingling from bites. Her other hand pressed down on his chest, pushing him back into place. Fuck, so tight. So wet, constricting around his cock, the swollen head throbbing against her pulsing walls.

Her face was directed to the side.

Seeing with her ears.

He groaned, feeling her hips rock, building the pace deliberately, squeezing every centimeter. Fuck. He pressed his head into the pillows, black strands invading his vision. His own hair a mess. Whimpers threatening to break free. She raked her fingernails over his chest, teasing his hardened nipples. Toying with him. Rolling her hips as he thrust up, a vain attempt to fight back.

Her fingers fanned over his wrists, palm pressing down on the knot.

“I’ve missed your sound,” she shuddered, her hand on his chest sliding to his collarbones.

Her nail scraped against his Adam’s apple, sparking electricity through his veins.

“Just… fuck… choke me, please.”

The side of her lips twisted into a smirk.

“I’ll wrap my hand around your neck.”

So tight, with love.

Her grip closed in, causing the fire to prickle over his skin, up his cheeks and down his spine. Limited oxygen, heightened awareness, pleasure flowing to every core, bound at the wrists but finally free, losing himself to the sound of connected bodies and swirling moans, to the shock of firm, wet slaps between hips, to the scent of sex weighing down the air, soaking it, to the taste of iron as he chewed on his lower lip, whines leaking out between his teeth, deeper, harder, faster.

His vision hazed, edges smoking with black.

Her chin tipped down.

Clouded white.

He was exposed, torn open and ripped apart by that gaze that was no more.

He could barely force the words out, the ache in his ribs pooling down, down.

“Take… me…”

She breathed in, seeing all of him.

“Fuck, you feel good.”

She let go of his wrists and layered both her hands over his throat, choking him harder and fucking him into the mattress. Air gone, his eyes rolling back, vision black, power radiating in every thrust, and he felt her body weight shift downward, fingertips digging into the sides of his neck, hopefully leaving bruises, his resolve cracking, slick walls around him throbbing in their shared pulse, there.

“F-Fuck!”

He rammed his hips up and the orgasm shot through him in shattering bolts, through his burning muscle and his empty lungs, his cock jerking, and then – release – his voice returning in a hoarse moan, another wave slamming into him, another level, creating a ripple effect throughout his nerves that electrified him, burning, gasping, his spine locked in an arc, hearing her exhale his name in a wanton hiss, clenching, spasms, sweet and sticky between their thighs.

His tongue extended, tasting the air, their passion palpable and pungent.

His body was trembling so much he was sure she could feel it even through her hands flat on the bed next to his head. She raised one, tracing his trembling jaw. Ran the pad of her fingertip over his quivering lips. Her name came out in a weak rasp, hot and shaking against her touch.

And yet he wanted her hands around his throat again.

How he missed that feeling.

“Jungkook…”

She saw with her hands. In scent and sound. In previous knowledge, and she knew his body so well, his heat and his hunger. Bondage was temporary. Trust was forever. She could mark him in bites and in scratches, but her scars were in the cavity of his ribs, in his heart that still yearned and in hers that she kept from him to protect them from becoming tools against the other.

Jungkook was afraid.

But he had someone to die for, to live for, to kill for.

And that made him dangerous.

So the Elders could try to rip them apart, but he was sure now that they would go down causing irreversible damage.

She ran her hands over his heaving chest.

“I’m not doing this stupid assignment until I’ve made up for lost time,” she panted, warning sharpness to her tone.

He smirked.

“I was hoping you would say that.”

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S-POP GROUPS OF NOTE #2: NEONDREAM

The S-Pop girl group that really put the idol genre on the map, NEONDREAM is manned by four members (from left to right) Villa, Suzy, Jinah, and Haru; and was formed by entertainment giant, EG Group. They are best known for their strong, fierce, and often described as “girl power” concept that catapulted them into fame and success almost instantly. They have all also released their own solo tracks, showcasing each member’s solo popularity alongside the astronomical scale of fame the group as a whole have.

Though the group scarcely brings out new music (often due to their agency’s strange plans), the girls are often doing their own thing by dipping into other facets of celebrity activities like modeling, acting, and fashion. Notably, all the members are international ambassadors for high-end fashion houses.

Members (organized by age):

Jinah Park - Lead Vocals, Visual

Suzy Jeon - Main Rapper, Face of Group

Villa Park - Main Vocals, Lead Dancer

Haru Ogawa - Lead Rapper, Main Dancer

thank you to @flowerchamber for the BlackPink poses, they were exactly what I needed for these sims + @rimings for the outfit cc - really can’t beat how perfect they were for this purpose!

#simblr #ts4 kpop #sims 4 kpop #sims 4 story #sims 4 screenshots #shades: neondream

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 53]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

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"Are you done with your breakfast?" You asked Haneul. She nodded, going to put her dishes in the sink and washing her hands. You ushered her into the bedroom.

"Sorry, you'll have to stick with me for a bit, baby. Until I get your school sorted out." You told Haneul as you dressed her.

"It's okay, unnie. I can read while you work!" She giggled. You wished you were like Haneul, open and happy to accept the new challenges ahead of you in an entirely new country. But you were scared to do this all on your own. Your support system was gone, this was your new home now.

"Thank you." You kissed her forehead and stood up once she was dressed. Haneul waited patiently for you to get ready. You also packed some snacks for her to have if she'd like.

"Alright. Let's go." You held her hand and left the apartment. You called for a cab to take you to the office building.

"Wow, it's huge." Haneul said in awe, pressed to the window, as the cab pulled up to the building.

"Thanks. Keep the change." You handed the cab driver the money and ushered Haneul out. Habitually, you bowed to the doorman that opened the door for you.

"Hi, can I help you?" One of the guards asked in English, probably cautious of you in a mask.

"Umm, I'm looking for-"

"Producer Indigo!" Someone shouted in Korean. You and Haneul turned around to see a lady rushing over to you. She was dressed in office wear, with files and papers in her hands. You bowed gratefully to the guard and headed over to the woman.

"I'm Kim Yoojin. Nice to meet you, it's an honour." She bowed, reaching out to shake your hand. You chuckled and bowed to her too as you shook her hand.

"This is Haneul." You introduced. Haneul shyly clung to your leg as Yoojin waved to her.

"Come, I'll take you to your studio." Yoojin waved for you to follow her. Haneul held your hand and walked alongside with you.

"We know you're still in the process of getting Haneul situated into a school here. But in the mean time, if you'd like, we do have a kids play area that is supervised for parents that bring their kids."

"That's good to know. Maybe I'll check it out later. Thanks." You nodded your head.

"Here we are. Producers are on the second highest floor, after our CEO's floor." She told you, holding the door open for you.

"We've set up the furnishings of the studio as per your request. The equipment you have sent over from Korea have not been touched, they're still in the packing boxes." She explained. You nodded, looking around the rest of the floor. There was a small coffee and snacks pantry bar right at the front.

"Here we are. Producer Indigo." She opened the door. The door had your name on it. The studio was big, a lot bigger than you had expected it to be.

"So the pantry out front is free for all. This floor is restricted access so you shouldn't have to worry about security." She assured.

"It's a lot bigger than I thought." You noted.

"Our branch in Korea told us to make sure to arrange a big studio space for you during your time here." She smiled. You couldn't help the small snort that escaped you.

"Should have known." You put your bag down. Before you and Yoojin spoke business, you sat Haneul down on the big chair for her to colour of read, she was fine and could entertain herself for a bit.

"Here is your company tag, it will be your access card to different areas around the building." She handed it to you.

"This was a map of the building and your company issued tablet." She laid the items out.

"And this is your company welcome bag, there's a hoodie, zip up jacket, shirts, shorts, all that." She chuckled as you looked through the bag. This was a lot of stuff but you guess it was all for the branding. Even Yoojin seemed a little embarrassed by it.

"If you want any more, just let me know and I'll procure them for you. I'll be your main point of contact since I handled relations between the American and Korean offices." She informed.

"Alright. Thanks, Yoojin." You nodded, putting everything aside for now. It was a lot to handle at one go.

"You've settled into your apartment, okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, it's fine. Thankfully, I've had the past week to settle in. The area is good, safe and there's an asian mart nearby so I don't have to go far to find what I need." You explained.

"That's good to hear. I know it's not easy uprooting and coming here with Haneul alone. But I hope your time here with us is productive and fruitful." She smiled softly, genuinely meaning that.

"I hope so too."

"I'll leave you to unpack and settle in. This is my card with my number. Let me know if you need anything, regarding business or not." She giggled. You knew what she meant, she wanted to be friends outside of work. Maybe you could but now, you were patching up the wall around your heart.

"Thanks for your help, Yoojin. I don't know how I would have managed all this on my own. And putting together the list of schools for Haneul." You bowed.

"Oh, no need to thanks." She blushed.

"Welcome to HYBE, Producer Indigo." She wished with a soft smile before leaving the studio.

In Korea before you left...

Ever since you got that message from Pdogg, asking you if you'd like to sign to Big Hit, you've been transparent and honest with Eden about it. Surprisingly, Eden was more encouraging about it.

"If you really want exposure and experience, Big Hit and HYBE is the right way to go. They're internationally known with great connections. It's a great opportunity, Indigo. I would say, don't be so quick to turn it down, consider it." He told you.

"A good thing about Big Hit is that their foundation is a little like our own. BTS started as they're self-producing idols, I'm sure you know that." He added.

"I know. 3 of their rappers do a lot of producing and lyric writing." You nodded your head.

"So I think it's good. You'll be working with the great producing team there AND the idols themselves, rather than working in a more... song-factory type environment." He chuckled.

"But-"

"You'll always be friends with Ateez and everyone in Edenary. They would want you to do this for yourself." He already knew what you were going to say.

"Thanks for the advice, Eden. I will think about it." You smiled. He nodded and patted your shoulder.

Eden's encouragement gave your courage to actually consider the offer. And after discussing it with Eden, you decided to tell CEO Kim. You didn't tell him because you wanted a raise or extra company benefits. But knowing that he did want you to stay, you wanted to let him know there were other offers.

"I won't break my contract, CEO Kim, I promise that. I'm not sure what my decision is yet but I know for sure I'll work until the end of my contract." You promised.

"That's a relief then, Indigo. Big Hit is a really good company to work in, especially for a budding producer like yourself. A lot of people would have ran to them immediately." He said.

"I wouldn't do that to you, Eden, the Edenary members and the Ateez boys." You shook your head.

"But I do appreciate you telling me." He added.

"Of course, sir. I felt that it was only right to be transparent and honest about it. But as I have told Eden when I first informed him of the offer, could you please keep this to yourself?" You requested.

"Not tell Ateez, you mean?" He chuckled. You nodded your head shyly.

"I just don't want to distract them or make them worry about it. They have a comeback and a lot of other things to think about. I wouldn't want to add to that with this." You explained yourself. CEO Kim nodded and shook hands with you.

"Alright. There's no rush. We'll see what your decision is at the end of the contract." He smiled.

So the two knew since the start about your offer. They never treated you any differently and you kind of pushed it to the back of your mind, especially after getting together with Mingi.

For a while, you did consider staying on, growing alongside Ateez. Not just because you were close friends but also you synergised well musically.

"Unnie?" Haneul stood in front of you, tilting her head in confusion when you saw you spaced out.

"Oh, sorry, baby. Did you need something?" You asked. She shook her head but came up to sit on the couch, her book in her lap.

"I'm going to start unpacking and setting up some stuff. Snacks and water are in your backpack so help yourself, alright?" You smiled softly and reached out to stroke her head. She nodded her head with an excited smile. Since she was distracted with her book, you got to unpacking your equipment.

"Unnie, can I help?" Haneul put her book to the side and got off the couch. She carefully made her way to you, avoiding the items on the floor. She peered at you curiously.

"Can you hand me the blue wire over there? Be careful." You cautioned. She nodded and went to pick up the loop of wires.

"This?" She held it up.

"Exactly. Thanks, baby." You connected your monitor to the rest of the system. With Haneul acting as your little assistant, you managed to set up everything.

"That's me!" Haneul exclaimed happily when she saw you take a photo of her out of the box and put it on the shelf.

"There's big princess." She took the photo out of you and Mingi that you used to have on your desk. When you didn't take the photo from her, Haneul 'helped' you by putting it on your desk since she couldn't reach the top shelf.

"Haneul..." You didn't know what to tell Haneul. No matter what happened, you wanted her to have a good impression of Mingi and still 'like' him.

"Do you not want big princess' photo?" She faltered a little, clutching onto the photo as if she was worried she had done something wrong.

"It's fine, baby. Thank you, you're a great helper." You smiled softly, reaching out to pat her head.

You had found a group photo at home, left on the counter. It was you and the boys at M Countdown, during your first win. You've never seen the photo before but found it when you were unpacking.

'I got the photo developed and printed for you to preserve the memory of your first M Countdown win! Congratulations, baby! To many more wins together!

9 makes 1 team

- Mings ♡'

Mingi's handwriting was on the back. Then it dawned on you that was how he found out. He probably went to your studio to find you and found it empty, which led him to your home, catching you in the midst of packing your home to leave. It was still a fresh, hurtful memory that made you choke when you thought about it.

Some of the boys were still trying to reach you through messaging apps. They stopped trying to call, probably knowing that you were overseas either from the dial tone or from Mingi.

The only one you've been in contact with was Jongho. And that's only because you didn't want to break his relationship with Haneul.

"Can I eat my snacks, unnie?" Haneul asked.

"Of course but not too much, we'll go get some lunch soon." You nodded, breaking out of your thoughts. You continued setting up your studio, arranging the smaller items like your notebooks.

"Also, if you feel tired, you can sleep." You told her, knowing she was still adjusting to the time difference.

"I'm not sleepy." She pouted.

"Alright." You chuckled. You knew very well that she would be tired later. Opening the small boxes of drinks that was ordered for you, you stocked the mini fridge. There was a small tray you put on top to put some of your favourite snacks too.

"This calls for a small break. Want to go explore the building, baby?" You asked her, going to get a wet tissue to wipe the snack crumbs from her hands. She beamed and nodded excitedly.

"Let's go wash our hands properly first. And pee." You ushered her to the bathroom. When you were done, you navigated to the cafeteria.

"Wow! There's so much food!" Haneul looked up at you.

"Yeah... So many options..." You scratched your head, feeling a little overwhelmed and unsure of where to start. Haneul wanted to see all the options before making a decision.

"If you want something, we'll stop and order that." You informed. Haneul peered over the counter at all the food.

"Cream pasta!" She pointed happily.

Since you had your mask on, you got all the food in to go boxes, intending to eat in your studio. Haneul didn't seem to mind, even offering to help you carry two of the food boxes. You couldn't really decide so you got a selection of a few items that you knew Haneul would be more than happy to try.

"Could you press the lift button for me, please?" You requested. Haneul balanced two boxes in one hand, helping you press the button for the producer floor.

"There we go." You laid out all the food on the coffee table, pulling your chair over so Haneul could take the couch.

"So, baby, we've been here for a little over a week. What do you think?" You asked.

"I like it! Even if the clocks here are backwards." She scratched her head as she took a mouthful of pasta. You laughed, she was referring to the time difference.

"Well, I'm glad you like it here. It'll take a while for us to get used to living together and being in a new home." You said.

"I like living you with you, unnie." She giggled.

This was what you've been working towards since Haneul came into your care as a baby. For the time where she would be able to live with you and you could support her. And now, you didn't have to fear the threats or look over your shoulder, worried about her safety.

"I like living with you too, Haneul. I'm glad we can finally live together like a family." You smiled softly, reaching out with a napkin to wipe the sauce off her cheek.

"But we're not a full family." She stated.

"What do you mean?" You blinked in confusion.

"Because the oppas aren't here. They're our family too but they're in Korea so we're not a full family." She shrugged, poking a chicken nuggest with her fork to eat. You froze at her statement.

"R-Right..." You stuttered and forced a smile. She didn't notice how you faltered, more interested in the food selection.

Despite setting up her calls with Jongho, you never spoke to him. It was best to keep it this way. If you spoke to him, you were afraid that you might be tempted to ask how the others were, to know how Mingi was holding up. But you knew you didn't have the right to ask since you were the reason he wasn't in a good condition.

So you "avoided" catching up with Jongho, only exchanging hi's and bye's before you handed the device to Haneul for her to speak to him.

You figured he didn't tell the others he was still in contact with Haneul. Maybe it was best to keep it that way.

Like you told Seonghwa, you would give it a while before contacting them to start up a conversation and let them know that you were okay. You needed to be away for a while.

"You know, baby, I saw some yoghurt outside at the snack bar. Shall we go get some as snacks later on?" You brought up.

"Yes! Yes!" She cheered.

"Joong oppa and I always share yoghurt. He should have a yoghurt fridge at work too so he can have all the yoghurt he wants." She thought out loud, ending with a happy giggle.

"Maybe..." You nodded slowly, picking at your food.

After the lunch food was finished, Haneul was a great helper with cleaning the table and bringing the empty food boxes out. She got some colouring out to do. While she was distracted with that, you sat down and began to do some work.

'How's America? - Eden'

'Eden! It's great to hearing from you. I've spent the last week or so unpacking and settling into the apartment. Today's my first day of work so it's also just been unpacking equipment. - Indigo'

'I'm glad you're settling in well. I met some of the Big Hit producers for dinner the other day and EL CAPITXN is excited to have song camp with you. - Eden'

'I'm really not that good... I'm gonna be a nervous wreck when it comes to my first song camp. - Indigo'

'We all know you'll do fine. - Eden'

'And now that you're in America, there is a whole different culture there with the way they work. It'll be a good chance for you to learn some things from them. - Eden'

'Agree. Thanks for keeping in touch, Eden. Even thought I told Seonghwa I wouldn't be contacting them for a while. - Indigo'

'That's understandable. You might drop everything and run back to Korea. - Eden'

'That's exactly what I told him. - Indigo'

You didn't chat with Eden for too long. You were both busy and you already had some work to do. The work you were given was from the Big Hit in Korea. You were just working and staying in America to learn from the producers here and gain some experience in working with as many people as possible.

"Hey, baby. Do you want some-" You stopped mid sentence when you turned around to see Haneul asleep. Her head bobbed as she slept, her colour pencils around her while the book stayed in her lap.

"Told you, you would be tired." You chuckled, standing up to go to where she was. You carefully cleared the pencils and colouring book.

Once you were able to lay her down, you put her rabbit and giraffe in her arms, grabbing the blanket to cover her.

"Sleep well, baby. I love you more than you know." You kissed her head, making sure she was tucked in properly. Before going back to work, you dimmed the lights.

"Okay, where were we?" You sighed and put your headphones over your ears.

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orangebl0ssoms · 1 day

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𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬: non-idol!skz x oc

wordcount: 11k

chapter warning(s): violence, cursing, movie reference(s), mentions of injuries, etc.

synopsis: Ha-na and Mo-mi unintentionally break into an abandoned wearhouse where they get caught by a group of 8 rebellions, a man-made organization called, Stray Kids.

a/n: just a quick note, i got the inspo for the boys and the house off some pinterest fanart a while back, the creators insta is, koyasumi, so cudos to them, the boys designs are not made up by me. FULL CREDIT TO THEM YALL PLS.

“That’s poison ivy, and that’s poison ivy-” Ha-na timidly itched her arms glaring down at the tall grass, Mo-mi who struggled to carry her own backpack; filled with food and essentials from the store, rolled her eyes. “Not every fucking plant is poison ivy, Ha-na.” She grunted out.

The two walked through an open field, overlooking a lake. Sunlight beamed over their silhouettes, while birds chirped in the distance, a rare look for the setting in the homeless area. “Are we gonna be there soon?” Mo-mi whined, “You’ve been asking that for the past 10 minutes, nothing has changed.” Ha-na grumbled, in which the other girl sighed. “Maybe if I wasn’t carrying the heaviest bags of the bunch.”

Hana stared down at the map in one hand, ignoring her friend’s complaints. Her eyes lit up, “Ooh! We’re getting closer I think.”

Mo-mi glanced over briefly, “Don’t play with me.” She raised a brow. Hana shook her off with a small wave of her palm, “It’s fine, we’ll be there at dawn, probably?”

Mo-mi immediately dropped the bag, laying on the grass, “What do you mean, ‘probably’? That’s still too long.” She puffed her lips up. Hana stared down at the girl in amusement. She takes a seat next to her, “Do you need a break?” Mo-mi nodded, “Just a bit.” Throwing an arm over her eye to block out the golden rays shining in her eyes.

Hana looked down at her watch, “Well, we’re gonna go soon. So hurry-” The minute those words left her mouth, Mo-mi was fast asleep.

So the day went on.

—

Mo-mi’s eyes twitched open to the sound of crunching, as if someone was eating chips. Low and behold when she rubbed her eyes and glanced to the side, Hana had her mouth stuffed with chips as she doodled on a little notepad she found inside of her duffel. Hana swiftly turned around upon hearing the chuckle that came from behind her. “Don’t scare me like that!” She placed a hand on her chest, letting out a small huff. Mo-mi scoffed, “You’re the one who woke me up with your loud chewing.” Hana slowly gulped her food down with red cheeks, before glancing down at her watch. “We need to go.” She huffed, placing her chips down.

“Jesus. How long did I sleep?” Mo-mi yawned, standing up, glancing up at the sky with squint, the atmosphere darker than before she had slept. “A couple hours. I didn’t want to go through the pain of waking you up, so I let you sleep.”

Mo-mi grinned softly tilting her head to the side, “Aw-”

“Yeah, whatever. Carry your bags.” Hana shoved the the heavy bag and her belongings into her arms. Mo-mi rolled her eyes as they both got their gear on, “I take it back.”

“Ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

—

Hana and Mo-mi made their way down a hill, the moonlight sparkling over the dark blue water, the sprinkles of water since it was about to rain, nothing but small crickets in the distance and silence, or what should’ve been silence for the two considering the small argument Mo-mi may have started. In the girl’s defense, all she asked was a simple question. ‘Are cat’s better than dogs?’

“Dogs have many beneficial qualities that help humans, alright?” Mo-mi rolled her eyes at Hana’s assumption, “Oh alright Bill Nye, where did you get your information from, google? Cause clearly…” Mo-mi glanced around, “There’s no cell tower around here.”

“So what?”

“So your information is wrong and I'm right.” Hana glanced over appalled, “Actually, no, that’s not how that works. i’m not bull-shitting, alright? I’ve had a dog before-”

“Yes. Five years ago.” Mo-mi deadpanned. “Doesn’t mean anything has changed.” Hana snapped as the other girl placed her hands up in defense, “My reason is valid.”

“No it’s-”

Mo-mi stopped, huffing out a small ‘shut up’ staring ahead. “Look.” They both stared at what looked like a big house, or what looked to be a home. A bunch of bushes and trees, sticks and wire, covered the opening, it looked as if someone moved them there to keep people out. Hana nodded her head towards them, both immediately pushing past the tree branches and barbed wire with ease. The two looked up, welcomed with a huge dark, looking wearhouse. As big as a building almost. “Oh my god…” Mo-mi gasped. Hana nodded, staring up with the same amount of amazement in her eyes as Mo.

“Alright, no offense but when the hell did the homeless start building cool things?” Mo-mi turned to Hana who ran a hand down her face. “I don’t know, but someone is definitely living here.” She nodded assuredly. Mo-mi furrowed her brows, “You don’t know that?” Hana went to protest until Mo-mi cut her off, “We can just check, alright? If there are, we can leave. Simple.” Hana rolled her eyes, “Fine, but if we get caught, I swear-”

“We won’t. Chill.”

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Unfortunately, their small heist didn’t go on for too long. As the two moved around the perimeter of the warehouse, Ha-na made the move of knocking on the door, only for it to slowly creak open. “That’s creepy...” Mo-mi muttered from under her scarf, Ha-na nodded in agreement before placing a palm on Mo-mi’s shoulder, “You check the outside, i’ll get the inside.” Mo-mi nodded as they both parted ways. The shorter girl’s steps were light against the cold floor on the inside, the girl was met with a homey space, well homey to a man. The scene looked as if it were to be on a set of a movie, very put together as if someone had been living there.

Skateboards were lined up on the wall, paint splatters used as decoration, a leftover pizza box on the put together coffee table, soda cans, etc.

It was oddly clean, ‘A boy definitely lives here…or a couple at least?’ Hana thought. As she looked through the house, Mo-mi snuck around the backyard, finding a garage. She raised a brow, staring down at the half assed toy buttons to open the door, one red one green. Once pressing her finger down on the green button, the door lifted only to reveal a shiny looking car, spray painted with tons of colors and various different words with orange road cones lined along the roof. One recurring word that stood out to Mo-mi was the ‘SKZ’ was spray painted on the front doors. She hummed with a small frown, walking off.

Hana walked all around the house to see what she’d find. What had her on edge was that every door was open, no equipment nor shoes lying around, just empty. She was greeted with a small door at the end of the stairs she walked down. She looked down at the rusted lock hanging with a chain wrapped around the handle, it had been a small door down that led to what she would assume was a basement. Making an attempt to pry it open or unlock the small lock hanging on the handle wasn’t enough, it was as if it got budged or blocked. Hana swiftly smacked down the lock on the door with the handle of her scythe, successfully opening the door. She carried on down the wooden steps, coming face to face with a large white room with a bunch of motorcycles lined up. Huge bikes, all spray painted on. Ha-na’s jaw dropped, she couldn’t even count the amount if she wanted to. ‘This person must love bikes’ She thought.

“Jesus.” Hana muttered, only to hear the resounding noise of a gun clock.

Before Ha-na could take stance, a bullet flew past her shoulder. She let out a small yelp, her hand gripping where the bullet grazed. turning around to see a flash of white hair and smoke move behind a small wall. The lights turned off just when Ha-na went to grab her scythe. “Whoever the hell is here, stop fucking around!” The girl yelped, her breathing fastening, her body tense but ready to pounce as she looked around. Once hearing the small snort of laughter that came from behind her, definitely too deep to be Mo-mi’s, she took cover just before an array of bullets flew her way.

On the other side of the door, Mo-mi’s head shot up from her knees upon hearing the gunshots. She stood up from the floor and called out, “Ha-na? Ha-na!” Her eyes darting around her surroundings. She tried to yank open the door that was previously open before, now locked. “What the fu-” just as her fists made contact to bang on the door, an arrow flew past her head, multiple actually. Mo-mi ducked and whipped around to see where the arrows were shot from. Through the bushes near the woods, Mo-mi couldn’t fully identify who it was due to the darkness. The person finally stood up, making the glare from the porch light cascade over over the mask they had on. To Mo-mi it looked to be a girl at first due of the brown bun they rocked, but it had to have been a man due to his height and the muscle he was packing, the only thing that wasn’t revealed was his face, covered by a cat mask.

Mo-mi moved to walk up to him, “Who the hell are-” only to be cut off by someone kicking her in the back, almost sending her forward off her feet. She groaned and glanced up from the ground to be met with another guy, this one had been shorter, bright blond hair and bangs with red streaks. A red jacket and a white ripped crop top, showing his abdomen. This ones mask was yellow, resembling a chick. Not a cat, but a yellow chick. “What is this? some kind of cult?’ Mo-mi genuinely thought. The girl went to look for her bow, glancing down at the ground where her backpack was supposed to be, but had been in the hands of the taller man.

He tossed it into the bushes, as the smaller guy ressasured him. “I’ve got this one, go help the others.” He spoke in Korean, as if giving him a signal to leave. The low register of his voice shocked the girl, as she watched his friend nod and unlock the door with the end of her bow with ease, walking in. The masked man’s head slowly turned back, almost as if a switch went off in his head, but Mo-mi knew how to play nasty too.

She watched as he took one of his swords off his back, this didn’t faze Mo-mi. In fact, once he swung his sword down to hit her she swiftly moved back, initially dodging the blade of the weapon. Their speed matched up to one anothers. Mo-mi was a pretty skilled fighter, but her tactics barely stood against his own. Knowing this, the same moves she made wasn’t going to hold him off forever. So she ran off, leading him back behind the house, where she wanted him.

Meanwhile, Ha-na winced, covering her ears at the loud sound of gunshots hitting her ears, bullets flying past her, not only from one person but two, one had a fox mask while the other had a bunny one. She was hidden behind a small pillar, which wouldn’t act as a barrier for long considering how much they shot at it.

Until it stopped, followed by silence. The air was sharp, warm, as if someone was about to make a move. Just as Do Ha-na moved to grab her weapon, she felt a harsh tug on the back of her hood, pulling her up over the counter. Ha-na yelped loudly making eye contact with bunny mask. Acting quickly, she kicked him in the stomach making him stumbling back.

Bunny clearly wasn’t affected, nor did he even budge. The other male in the back, fox mask, laid back against the wall lighting another cigarette. His gun fell to the floor, Hana could practically feel the smirks sprawled across their faces. “This’ll be fun.” White hair chuckled, bunny mask rolled his white sleeves up nodding his head. “Make a move.”

Hana scoffed, cracking her neck, knowing the two were only trying to rile her up more. She replicated the head nod back, the man sighed in response. Cracking his knuckles, he made the first move by lunging at her, throwing fists, in which she swiftly blocked. The man ended up being able to get Hana to a disadvantage after she went to throw a punch, grabbing her arm and using it to flip her onto her back. The move almost knocked the air from out her lungs.

She spun in a circle, rounding her feet over his arm, replicating the same move he used on her. Only this time he was able to throw her off him, using his strength…and he was very strong. Ha-na was punched.

Mo-mi was kicked. In the nose. She stumbled back while wiping her leaking nose; glaring at the blonde male stalking towards her. She swerved and slid across the concrete with such ease just to get away from his blatant attacks. Leaping away from him, she used his shoulder as a leverage once he swiped at her with the sword. The two both fall back from the force, Mo-mi rolling into the garage of the wearhouse.

Before Mo-mi could get up, he was fast on his feet, sprinting at her with the sword ready to attack her with. Upon swinging his blade at her she ducked and rolled, the blade hitting the side of the house, initially breaking the sword in half with a resounding ‘clink’. Mo-mi chuckled, watching as the man shook his head and dropped the rest of the sword onto the cement. “You think this is funny?” The man spoke in english. His voice was not only deep but held a thick australian accent. The moment was amusing to the girl. Not much for him.

Hana was pushed down into a chokehold onto the floor, she gasped for air as the man spoke into her ear. “Who are you?” He hissed, tightening his grip when she didn’t answer. “Not gonna answer me?” He huffed. Hana seethed, immediately gripping onto his forearms, letting her powers burn his arm with a bright light coursing through them. He yelped loudly, yanking his arms back, falling back onto the floor. “The fuck was that?!” The platinum exclaimed, grabbing his gun just as bunny stood up, the two left utter silence.

“Listen to me, or else I won’t hesitate to kill the both of you.” Hana pointed her scythe that radiated a gold glow, she panted seeing as the two didn’t make any moves to stop her. “You’re-”

“I-” She stuttered, just realizing what she had done by outing not only herself, but Mo-mi as well. All of a sudden she felt hot sparks of electricity crack up her sides before she fell to the ground, instantly passing out. The man who tased her, had stood behind her figure with a wolf mask. “You two go find the other, I’ll take this one.” He spoke, grabbing the girl by her sides, tossing her body over his shoulder with ease.

—

Mo-mi was about to get ganged up on by the rest of the men that surrounded her, and time was running out. They stared down at her with impulsive eyes. It was as if she were prey and they were the wolves. That was till the smoky black mist that manifested from her palms, exerted out towards the 7 men. The shock wave sent them back onto the ground, the force practically knocking the wind from half their lungs. They were all left groaning as Mo-mi laid unconscious.

That’s when Wolf mask entered the room, his buff arms folded, he was amused.

“Let’s clear out.”

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falconearring · 25 days

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' I'm going to most of the MCYT 's artist's and giving them a motivational booster (I hope) Message<3 '

Your art is so dramatic and you can draw a single art frame and you can already imagine the story behind it. Your way of capturing the settings and also mapping your comics out is so talented! Your a great person and absolutely stunning art style that I just want to eat up, We love you and Thank you for everything, your a big idol/ inspiration for a huge bunch of us<3!

- The British Stranger 💡

WOOWOWOW!! thank you so much for your kind words, this put a huge smile on my face! Hope you're doing well today!!!!!!!!! <33

#asks #apologies this sat in my inbox for awhile I came back and read it like 3 times since I first saw it you are the sweetestt

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Intro Post

Permission Given to Send Me Literally Anything in an Ask I Love Reading Your Random Thoughts and Comments

I'm going by Mori or M here for anonymity's sake, just like the little weirdo I love.

18+

He/they/it pronouns, no preference

AFAB & GNC transmasc

Call me a theyfab and I will eat you

Aegosexual, omnisexual, demiromantic

This is a blog dedicated to my struggles with paraphilias and PDs, as well as information surrounding them. I have multiple of both. As for PDs, this includes ASPD, NPD, BPD, and AVPD. My BPD is... especially severe. Routinely fucks up my life. As for paraphilias, I have more than I can count, but one is part of the Big 3; I am a staunchly anti-contact and non-offending 🗺️. I speak pretty openly about it because I'm tired of being vilified for it. Though other paraphilias will also be spoken about.

I am a survivor of CSA and grooming from multiple people (both contact and non contact), as well as an extremely mentally and verbally abusive household. I may speak on my trauma here but you have no right to ask me about it. Do not.

Feel free to ask me anything (except the previously stated). I'm an open book and love spreading information and sharing my experiences. There's no such thing as a stupid question as long as it's asked in earnest. Worst case scenario, I don't answer or point you to someone who can.

P.S. Before you say it, I am already in therapy. And am also in school to become a therapist. Double whammy.

Masterposts

MAP Resources

Common Tags

#m.beingpissyagain ; My more serious thoughts. Mostly unfiltered. It will also include important information from others.

Nested tags:

#m.pers info ; Information on personality disorders as a whole. #m.aspd info ; Information on ASPD. #m.npd info ; Information on NPD. #m.bpd info ; Information on BPD. #m.avpd info ; Information on AVPD.

#m.para info ; Information on paraphilias as a whole. #m.big 3 info ; Information on the big 3 as a whole. #m.pdf info ; Information on pedophilia.

#m.cptsd info ; Information on c-ptsd.

#m.kink info ; Information on kink as a whole.

#m.asks ; Asks. That's it lol. They usually don't fit anywhere else.

#m.positivity ; Positivity posts! About a variety of things.

#m.thedemonswon ; My paraphilic thoughts. Almost entirely unfiltered. All posts will be marked as mature, but I don't generally provide specific CWs. Mute this tag if you don't want the graphic shit.

#m.venting ; Me venting when it's not also something important. I will not mark these posts as mature or provide specific CWs, as I find it disrespectful to request people censor themselves when venting. Mute this tag if this bothers you.

#m.fuckassery ; My random weird thoughts. Have fun trying to make sense of them.

#m.rb ; My random reblogs. Usually memes or things I find funny.

#m.discourse ; Because I can't stay away.

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I will talk about a wide variety of disturbing and uncomfortable topics here, usually untagged. I don't like to censor myself. These content warnings include but are not limited to:

Paraphilias (duh). If you don't want to see anything related to 🗺️s, mute #🍸.

Mental disorders, heavily focused on PDs.

Intrusive fantasies & thoughts.

Abuse and trauma of... all kinds really. Child abuse or otherwise.

Idolization and romanticization of horrible things and people (yes, I'm aware of it. No, I can't help it. Piss off).

Honestly, if you can think of it, it could probably be on this list. Just be aware and cautious I guess.

Stances and DNI

I do not have many boundaries, but they are very harsh and I do not appreciate them being disrespected. I will block you.

Stances

Pro recovery (specific views in link), psych critical.

Very pro kink.

Cluster b abuse does not exist, you were emotionally abused.

Transandrophobia is just as real and harmful as transmisogyny.

Contradictory labels are great. Go be hot and sexy.

MOGAI, LIOM, and xenogenders are great. Go be hot and sexy.

Otherkins, therians, etc. are great. Go be hot and sexy.

Singlet and thus divorced from syscource. If you're chill, we're chill.

Anti-contact (for paras that would infringe upon consent) and absolutely unwilling to engage in discourse on this viewpoint.

Proship, darkship, comship, etc.

Pro para.

Anti-radqueer and transID.

RPF of minors is, by law, CSEM.

Don't approach me with discourse. If I want to engage, I will.

DNI

Minors. I swear to god do not interact with me.

Thinspo. It's a genuine trigger.

I don't particularly care who interacts with my blog (besides minors and thinspo). I also don't particularly care if I'm on your DNI or not (unless you're anti-MAP, in which case I will block you for my own safety), I'm gonna interact anyway. Feel free to block me if that bothers you.

However, if you're touting harmful ideology to yourself or others (AAMs seeking MAPs, MAPs seeking AAMs, pro-cs, etc), I am more than willing to report you.

Reblogging random art sideblog: @bsdposting

Writing sideblog: @degens-paradise

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thewebcomicsreview · 6 months

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Happy 10/25, the third most important religious holiday in the Homestuck Calender, and we got a new HS2 to celebrate, focusing on one of the new kids. The new kids were one of the parts of Homestuck 2 I actually liked, so let's see how the new writers handle them! With a Jailbreak reference, apparently.

Wait, hold on, deep lore: thespiansGlamor is Harry, glutinousGymnast is Tavros. RecidicivousGainsayer and gavageCunctation are names we haven't seen before. GC fits into the AGTC DNA theme of all the screen names we've seen so far (it's Terezi's acronym), and RG doesn't. They might be random NPCs, but they might also be foreshadowing. Also, neither Rose nor Kanaya appear to be on their daughter's friendlist, unless they're under the scroll bar, but maybe that's not weird.

What, uh, what did she draw the key with, HS2? That's her blood color, but she's not bleeding.

Also, who's narrating this? This has been a question in HS2 all along, but the narration here calls attention to itself more. It's much more "Homestucky" than HS2's had been.

We even have narration describing conversation, which is something HS2 has never done and HS1 restricted to carapacians.

You suggest to Vriska that you should go the other direction. Vriska says nah this is definitely where we wanna be. She says between the two of you, you've probably got enough luck to take this whole place off the map if you really wanted. You ask her what the fuck she means by that. She says you know like with your Thief of Light powers. You tell her you don't have anything like that. She says huh, weird!

Oh FFS now I have to go look up if post-Retcon Vriska met Aranea, her own dancestor who was not a Thief of Light. That's such a weird thing for Vriska to assume, that Vrissy not only has Vriska's powers but has mastered them. Also, I wonder if this narration style, besides being a Jailbreak reference, is because the new writers aren't confident writing the HS2 characters yet? Or maybe they just don't want Vriska/Vrissy dialogues because they're kind of hard to read.

I like these expressions. I also like this continuation of Candy Lore, that all the HS1 characters see Candyland as a "fake" universe and that's part of why they fucked around so much and got so fucking weird, whereas we see here that the actual Candy Natives do not see their planet as "bootleg". The fact that the HS parents don't think of their own children as entirely "real" is actually super fucked up, but I guess Yiffy's got the main right of complaint there.

I like that Vriska, who can fly, still makes Vrissy give her a boost. What a jerk!

Vriska says now THAT sounds like some shit a REAL Vriska would say! You roll your eyes and start to leave when Vriska calls out to ask if you're going without wishing her good luck. As you start to wish her luck she cuts you off and tells you to keep it, as she already has aaaaaaaall the luck she needs. You say okay dude.

I don't know if the original HS2 writers intended for the resolution of the "Vrissy kind of idolizes Vriska" subplot to end with "Vriska's so fucking Vriska that Vrissy is disillusioned within literally minutes", but it's honestly kind of funny and I like it.

JANE: From the conversation recovered from Egbert's phone, we've learned that Roxy has been... conspiring alongside the rebels for months now. Operating a lab deep within the ruins of the Troll Memorial Meteor, she and her coconspirator Calliope are preparing some kind of super weapon they've dubbed "The Plot Point". JANE: Heretofore referred to as The Point.

This feels a little like shade.

JANE: Let’s get to The Point!!

A lot like shade.

It's a little convenient to the new team that they took over right when HS2 was starting to actually go somewhere, but regardless, that was a neat page. I got a soft laugh out of it, the plot is starting to move, and there was some decent worldbuilding.

#Homestuck 2 #Homestuck 2 Liveblog #Feels nostalgic to do this!#Homestuck

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kmgkmg · 1 year

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GOOD RIDDANCE, A NEW TIME - JOSHUA HONG

word count: 4.7k... (my longest fic yet!!)

pairing: joshua x gn!reader x jihoon (for the first half)

synopsis: it’s the start of the new year and you’re spending it with a wildly attractive stranger in a leather jacket.

genre/s: angst (for the first half), fluff, non-idol!au

warnings: alcohol mention, cheating mention, angst

rating: pg-13

a/n: my first joshua fic! i hope y’all enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it :D!! this is another submission for k-vanity’s season’s greetings event! theme: formal, accessories/extras: new years eve, holiday party, resolutions, transition. the title comes from the song good riddance, a new time by laica!

“You have got to be kidding me, Y/N.” Jihoon sighs, his irritation quickly becoming evident.

“Aren’t we supposed to get off two stops from now?” You ask your boyfriend, confusingly looking at your phone and the maps app that was open.

“No! We should’ve gotten off at the stop the driver just drove past.” He slid back into his seat, beginning to tap his foot impatiently.

Who would’ve thought that your navigation app would misguide you, but you could tell that your boyfriend’s anger was growing by the second and nearly going to burst. The other occupants of the bus were looking at both of you, causing you to nervously look down at your phone and the incorrect directions once again. You wished that you could explain that his loud voice towards you wasn’t a regular thing to the people watching, but you knew that would only upset him more. Jihoon was always pretty understanding when it came to you, but lately he became snappy. You figured he had been more susceptible to emotional outbursts since he was rushing to meet the deadline for producing a new singer’s album, so you could only look at him apologetically and press the button to alert the bus driver that you wanted to get off at the next stop.

You had persuaded him with much effort to attend the New Years Eve party your mutual friend, Soonyoung, was throwing, hoping it would be the most opportune time for him to destress. It’s understandable to be upset, you thought to yourself. Especially when you were the cause of the two of you to be running late. You had recently bought a washer and dryer, sick of needing to visit the laundromat when the nearest one was a forty minute bus ride away. The problem with these new appliances is that the outfit you planned to wear for the party was still damp when Jihoon informed you that he was waiting in your apartment complex’s lobby. You still find it comical how you found anything and everything that matched Soonyoung’s party theme of ‘New Beginnings’, before haphazardly selecting articles of clothing.

The bus takes a slight turn to the right and abruptly stops, indicating that it was your stop to get off. You’re torn from your thoughts of earlier and look beside you, only to see Jihoon’s spot was vacant. He was already at the bus’ door and asking the driver to open the exit. You frown, unused to him ignoring you, but regardless get up from your seat and leave the bus. Promptly putting on a smile, you hurriedly try to catch up to Jihoon, who was walking at an overwhelmingly fast pace. He was busy on his phone, probably texting Soonyoung to inform him that you would be late.

“How good do you think the music will be this year? Last year’s music was awful, but I feel like that was because Chan ordered a random local DJ to perform. At least Hansol is going to be in control today.” You try to start conversation, cautiously glancing at his expression and attempting to read the mood between the two of you.

Silence fills the air as he continues to walk at his hasty pace, before he finally looks up from his screen, exciting you for the potential interest you sparked.

“Why would I care about music when I’m not working? God Y/N, you are so dense.” His tired expression and monotonous tone leave you flustered, resulting in another apology, yet this time it was quietly muttered. Silence suddenly fell onto the two of you again and the rest of the walk was finished with the complete absence of words.

The music can be heard nearly a block away, but the familiar tunes of popular songs amongst your friend group causes you to feel a bit more at ease with yourself and the night. The queue to get into the club was snaking around the corner and you felt extremely grateful that your friends had rented out a section of the venue. Jihoon gives the bouncer your names and the worker checks their list before nodding and letting you both enter. Walking in Jihoon makes a beeline for the bar, leaving you alone once again. Sighing, you start to search for Soonyoung’s reserved table by yourself and prepare yourself for a stressful night.

You hear a voice that you’re accustomed to before you feel an arm sling around your shoulders. “Y/N, the one and only! My favorite fellow moodmaker is finally here, and with Producer Woozi!” Seungkwan slurringly shouts to express his joy at your arrival, before grabbing your shoulders with each of his hands to look you straight in the eyes. His face turns serious and you prepare for what he’s going to say before he hiccups, “You know we love you, right?”

You laugh at his drunken antics and hug him, before nearly jumping out of your skin at the sound of another familiar voice behind the two of you.

“Jihoon finally decided to take a break from his work and we have you to thank for that.” Breaking from your hug with the intoxicated Seungkwan, you turn around and see Seungcheol waving at you with a smirk grin. He told the group chat that he wasn’t going to be able to attend since he would be abroad when the party was going to happen, so his appearance was entirely unexpected. But he loved surprising you guys and he had successfully done just that. You enthusiastically wave back at your friend, having your mood drastically improve from earlier when you were alone with Jihoon.

“Where is he by the way?” Seungcheol asks and Seungkwan’s arched eyebrows prove that he was equally as curious to know where their other friend was. You point to the bar, expecting him to be there, and he was sitting near the end, already having three empty glasses in front of him.

His presence was intimidating enough to make you all aware that you should leave him alone for the time being. Sensing your regained sadness, Seungkwan looks to Seungcheol and points with his head to the dancefloor.

Noticing Seungkwan’s hint, Seungcheol begins to ask if you’d wanna dance together but is discouraged to finish his sentence when you sit back on one of the club’s sofas. Wonwoo, who has been keeping you company, gives the guys an urgent look to lift your spirits. The three of them look at each other and shrug, unsure of what to do with the awkward tension between their friend group’s favorite couple, you and Jihoon. As if on cue, Hansol turns on one of your favorite songs and your ears perk up and eyes sparkle as if you were a kid who just got gifted their favorite candy.

“No way, did one of you tell Hansol to play this? I love you guys!” You were easy to satisfy and your three friends thanked Hansol and fate for playing the song at the right time. You run to the dance floor, making sure to motion for your friends to follow you and soon enough the four of you were dancing and enjoying yourselves to the beat of the song.

The party ended up being more fun than you originally thought it would be and although you arrived at 8:30, three hours had passed in the blink of an eye. The clock was ticking, time was dwindling, and in thirty minutes it would officially be a new year. A while ago you stopped dancing and you noticed that Jihoon was still sitting at the bar with one more empty glass. Making your way over to the bar, you gently placed your hand on top of his as he maintained a blank expression on his face.

“Babe, did you say hi to Seungcheol yet? He fooled all of us and actually showed up tonight!” You inform your boyfriend, laughing at how surprised you were.

“Yeah, he came over some time ago.” He replied simply.

“Oh nice!” You smile at him, taking a seat and ordering a mocktail since you didn’t really want to drink when Jihoon had already drank multiple drinks.

“3…2…1… Happy New Year!” The whole club erupted into cheers as people began to kiss whoever was next to them, a tradition that you always found to be one of the cutest.

“Happy New Year!” You exclaim, leaning towards Jihoon to kiss him, only for him to turn away from you. Confused, but blaming it on the alcohol in his system you put a hand on his cheek, you then tried to go in for a more lighthearted kiss on the cheek, but he still dodged your affection.

“Stop, Y/N. Let’s break up.”

His words hit you like arrows piercing through your heart and the music felt deafening now. “You’re drunk, I’ll take you back to your place and we can talk in the morning when you’re sober.” You reason, struggling to conceal the hurt that he had caused you to feel throughout the night.

He turns back towards you, with an alarmingly scary expression. “You know my tolerance is high. I’m serious, Y/N, I don’t want to be with you anymore. I’ve been seeing someone else for about two months, we really aren’t compatible.”

“You’ve been cheating on me?” Tears begin to well up in your eyes and you find yourself standing up from the seat you were positioned in next to him.

“Don’t act like you aren’t all over our friends, instead of being with me this whole time you’ve been hanging out with them.”

His reply leaves you speechless, dumbfounded even. “How is hugging my friends who I’ve known for years, able to be compared to you cheating on me? I wouldn’t have needed to spend time with them if I had an attentive boyfriend. I never expected you to be fully energized going to this event, but I surely didn’t anticipate that you would give me the cold-shoulder for the entirety of the night either. You didn’t even wait for me to get off the bus together, Jihoon.”

“Well, I’ve made this decision a long time ago. We aren’t together anymore.” He shakes his head, irritated at your futile attempts to salvage your relationship.

“You really think relationships can be ended unilaterally?” You whimper, turning into a mess because of his damaging words.

“So you’re going to force me to stay with you? What type of relationship is that, Y/N? Relationships do end unilaterally all the time, it’s called getting dumped.” He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated that you weren’t giving up as easily as he predicted. Almost as if he had timed it, a girl walks to him and interlocks her arm with his and whispers something in his ear, arousing a laugh from him. “Are you starting to comprehend the situation better, Y/N?” He triumphantly asks you, making it the final nail in the coffin. Your sadness is now mixed with anger, and he walks off with the unidentified girl, once again leaving you alone.

You stand by yourself, reflecting on all that had happened and it all transpired when it was still less than fifteen minutes into the new year. “Wow, alright.”

You can sense that your friends were watching the whole scene play out and you couldn’t help but feel uneasy at the thought of being soothed by them. You know that this break up wouldn’t break up your friendship with the other guys, especially since you had introduced some of them to Jihoon, but knowing that didn’t make the fresh heartbreak hurt any less. You needed to get away from this club, away from Jihoon. Granted he wasn’t in your eyes’ sight, but you weren’t about to risk the chance of seeing his tongue down some girl’s throat.

You walk out of the club, having friends call out for you to come back inside. You knew it wasn’t smart to go out by yourself, especially since it was cold and late at night, but being in the club was too painful. How could Jihoon be so cruel? Thoughts racing in your head, you find yourself experiencing intense dizziness. Swiftly, you sit on the outside steps of a nearby building, putting your head in your hands to calm down. Panting can be heard from two people and you know they’re your friends. Sitting on the steps near you, you prepare yourself for whatever pep talk they thought of.

“Y/N, please come back inside.” Seungkwan begs as Wonwoo puts your coat over your shoulders and begins to rub your back.

“I don’t want to go back and see him.” You state, defeated.

Wonwoo and Seungkwan exchange looks, unable to figure out how to make you feel better. “At least let one of us drive you back to your place. Or we can take the bus with you back?” Wonwoo proposes, causing you to feel slightly warmer at the extent to which your friends cared for you.

“I’ll be better, I just need some time to myself. I have a pretty full battery for my phone and I can keep in contact with y’all throughout the night to ensure I’m safe. I had no drinks tonight, you know I’m responsible. Go, have fun at the party Hansol is DJing at.” You manage to lift your head from your hands and smile softly at the two friends in your view.

They sympathetically looked at you, understanding you wanted to be alone. “Okay, we’ll respect what you want, but if anything happens don’t hesitate to call any of us. We are all on your side, I can’t believe he would do that, and today of all days. The fucking audacity he has.” Seungkwan accepts your plans for the night and huffs in exasperation at Jihoon’s actions.

“Sounds good, thank you guys. Really.” You say before watching as they walked back in the direction of the club’s loud music.

Hearing three guys chat with each other, you continue staring at the pavement of the stairs. “Dude, we know your birthday is always overshadowed by New Years but we should still go have fun! It’s only a little past two, the night is ours.”

You overhear their conversation, not meaning to eavesdrop, but they were right in front of you and definitely weren’t whispering. You stayed quiet, hoping they would eventually walk away until noticing one of them wearing converse with small four leaf clovers painted on the white front part. “Oh, is it my lucky day then?” You chuckle to yourself, fed up with the irony of seeing such a sign, unaware of how loud your rhetorical question came out of your mouth.

Amused at the comment on his shoes, Joshua motions for his friends to stop talking for a minute, taking in the image of you on his apartment’s stairs, looking about as rough of a condition that he felt. He figured asking if you felt alright was a question doomed for failure, anyone could tell how dejected you are. Instead, he decided to be straightforward.

“What happened?”

You’re surprised that four leaf clover shoes is talking to you, and even more surprised when you look up and see three insanely unrealistic attractive men in front of you. The one in the center being four leaf clover shoes, wearing a leather jacket that only added to his hotness factor. But then again, it’s late at night and stranger danger is always a good code to live by.

“Who, who are you?” You countered instead of answering his question. The three guys look at each other before grasping the situation and realizing they must’ve looked intimidating to you.

“Sorry,” the four leaf clover shoes apologizes, “this is Jeonghan,” he introduces the guy on his right, “this is Mingyu,” he introduces the guy on his left, and finishes with himself, “and I’m Joshua. I live in the building that you’re currently sitting on the steps of.” His explanation of why he was on the steps with you instantly makes you jump up onto your feet, before stumbling at the dizziness that hadn’t diminished since you left the club.

Joshua’s amusement quickly becomes worry as he catches you from nearly tripping down the stairs. Tonight was truly not your night, he thinks to himself.

Mingyu tries to stifle his laugh before carelessly commenting, “Woah, someone must’ve had a lot of drinks tonight.” He didn’t mean for his sloppy judgment of you to be said out loud, but he had a few drinks already and was way beyond the tipsy state. Still, he knew well enough to recognize when he messed up and covered his mouth with his hands, clearly remorseful at his inner thoughts coming out. His clumsiness wasn’t anything new, but it still earned him mean looks from Joshua and Jeonghan, never failing to be shocked at their younger friend.

“I actually didn’t have any drinks.” You defend yourself while regaining your composure and leaning on the handrail next to you.

“Well, do you want to be left alone or taken to a nearby hospital to get checked out? Or would you rather go out with us?” Joshua inquires, not realizing that you thought he offered a health checkup and getting drunk in the same breath.

You laugh at the absurdity of the questions being asked, but drinking with them didn’t seem like the worst thing right now. “Sure, I could use a drink.”

Joshua blinks at Jeonghan and Mingyu and they respond with knowing looks, both aware that when Joshua meant go out he meant eat with them at their favorite 24-hour restaurant down the street. Since his birthday was so close to New Years, he never was a huge fan of partying all night. Nevertheless, he didn’t want to casually deny you from drinking, especially when you were feeling the way you were. Their plans were to catch up on the latest season of one of the series on Netflix that everyone had been talking about on social media for the past week, but Netflix can wait. He could sense that you needed companionship right now above everything else.

“Um, what type of drinks are you looking to have?” He starts to ask, before a phone suddenly rings.

Jeonghan pulls his phone out of his jeans pocket and picks up the call, unable to hear his friend past the blaring music of what he assumed to be a club. “Seungcheol? What are you saying, I can’t hear a single word you’re trying to tell me.”

Your eyes darted to the man who stood farther from you to accept his call, not expecting to hear the mention of your friend’s name. “You’re friends with Seungcheol? Choi Seungcheol?”

Now it was Jeonghan’s turn to be surprised as he removed his phone from his ear, “How do you know Seungcheol?”

“He’s my friend! Could you tell him I’m still safe?” You request, happy to know that you had mutual friends with these three strangers.

“Sure,” Jeonghan replies, returning to his phone call with his friend before noticing they never asked what your name was. “What’s your name by the way?”

“Y/N L/N!” You respond, waiting for him to be done with his conversation so you could drink with them.

“Seungcheol, Y/N L/N is with us right now and they’re still safe. They wanted you to know that, I really can’t hear you though. If you need me, or them, just text us.” Jeonghan practically yells into his phone, before ending the call. Exhausted from the unexpected use of his energy, Jeonghan looks at the three of you with a more haggard expression on his face. “I should go pick him up. Whenever he calls me, 99.99% of the time it means that he got hammered and needs me to take care of him.” He groans and the fact that Jeonghan knew Seungcheol’s drunk habits made you feel even more comfortable with the guys in front of you.

“Him and Soonyoung really are the clingiest when they drink, huh?” You agree, nodding to yourself at the thought of your drunk friends.

“How do you know them by the way?” Mingyu asks, confused since he never ran into you at parties or other events.

“I’ve known some of them since high school, others in the friend group I met through Jihoon. It’s easy to get acquainted with your boyfriend’s friends– or should I say ex-boyfriend now, ha.” You explain, turning uncomfortable at the mention of your freshly established ex.

Mingyu makes an ‘O’ shape with his mouth, “You were Jihoon’s partner? They talked about you all the time, when did you change your hair from the ruby color he always talked about?”

Your face twists in confusion, letting the truth of Jihoon cheating on you finally set in. “Oh, that must be the person he was cheating on me with. I’ve had this hair color for the past year.” You grab a strand of your hair while looking at it seemingly unbothered, as the three men in front of you are left flustered by your nonchalant energy.

“Sorry, we should really go pick up Seungcheol, Y/N. Also Jihoon is absolute trash for cheating on you, we’ve only met you tonight but you seem way too good for him.” Jeonghan glares at Mingyu again for speaking before thinking, that was one of his resolutions to fix for the new year. Jeonghan pulled Mingyu down the stairs and waved goodbye to you, leaving the disoriented Joshua alone with you.

A silence fills the air, a limitless amount more comfortable than the silence you experienced with Jihoon earlier in the night. You both begin to speak at the same time, causing an overlap and making both of you laugh at your impeccable timing. “You first.” He offers, but you shake your head and motion for him to speak first.

“Well, where would you wanna go?” He asks.

“Somewhere that you feel at peace.” You stated, hoping your night would get better.

The first place he brought you was a diner about three blocks from the building he lived in. Even though it was New Years Eve weekend and everyone was outside partying, the diner seemed to function in a completely separate dimension. Its interior was a bit barren, making it seem like a prime example of a stock photo when someone would search liminal spaces on the internet. However, being with Joshua the diner still gave off welcoming energy. The heater was also on, warming you up on this cold winter night.

He took the initiative to choose a booth and greeted a waiter that he seemed to know. So he was a regular here, good to know. Giving a menu to you first, he pointed out his favorite items off the menu, asking what your preferences were and altering his recommendations to fit what he thinks you’d like. You wanted to pay attention to what he was saying, but something about him made it impossible for you to look away from his face. Not realizing how long you were staring, Joshua had looked up to see you in what he assumed to be a zoned out state.

“Y/N?” Your name being said makes you stop staring at him and quickly look down at the menu, trying to play it off that you were shamelessly checking him out.

He smirks, trying to lighten the mood. “Do I have something on my face?”

Before you can reply, the waiter comes to your table asking if you were ready to order. You internally sigh to yourself, relieved that you didn’t have to answer him. Joshua looked at you, expecting you to order what you wanted to eat, but you hadn’t paid attention to the menu since you were too focused on his face. “I’ll get the same as whatever you’re getting.” You mumble as your embarrassment only continues to grow by the minute.

He nods, placing the order before handing his friend the menus and leaning back. “Do you want to talk about what happened tonight?” He carefully asks, not sure how serious the events that occurred were.

You normally wouldn’t talk about your feelings, especially to a stranger, but something about him was different. He had the kindest eyes you’ve seen, eyes that look as if they would understand you even if you shared your deepest and darkest secret. “Well, it started with my dryer not working…”

Hours passed and multiple glasses had been emptied between the two of you. Neither of you were drunk, although you had been with him for a long time all of the empty glasses were from smoothies. The diner was also known for its smoothie flavors, a dessert that you loved to consume. Your food had long since been devoured, with the only remains being cold fries. You learned he had grown up in LA and only moved to this city a couple of years ago so he wasn’t as well acquainted with your other friends like Jeonghan and Mingyu were. He continued to go on about his life and the recent happenings, even revealing that his last heartbreak was about four months ago when his ex confessed they cheated on him. His similar experiences only bonded the two of you quicker, and you found yourself sharing even the most cringeworthy stories with him. You liked how free he made you feel, you could say anything and still not have to worry about how he perceived you.

Joshua holds up his final smoothie of the night and begins to toast, "Good riddance to Jihoon, and here's to a new time, a better year!” He smiles at you, downing the remnants of his drink and paying the waiter for your food. You offered to pay half, considering you spent way more than you expected, but he adamantly refused.

“I was the one who invited you out, wasn’t I?” He concludes, holding the door as you both walk out of the diner with the sun starting to rise. The approaching sunrise made the city look anew once again and although you got your heart broken earlier, you felt refreshed. You had been through hell and back for the last day of the past year, but you were grateful that you could begin the new year with your newfound friend. A clean slate, with a sincerely caring person was what you needed and words could not articulate how thankful you were for Joshua’s presence.

“Let me take you home, only if you’re comfortable with me doing so.” As you were about to walk to the nearest bus stop that offered your route, Joshua’s voice interrupted your thoughts.

“You would do that?” Once again, you’re touched by his attentiveness to you. He only nods in response, smiling at you again.

The bus ride back to your apartment was more relaxing than any other bus ride you’ve had before. Somehow, the fifty minute commute was satisfying to experience today. Knowing that you had today off, seeing the city before everyone was fully awake was a consoling way to start the new year. It was an added bonus that you got to spend more time with Joshua. Soon enough, you were near your apartment complex and you hit the button to get off. Joshua trailed behind you, stopping at the bus stop to wait for the next bus back to his place. Seeing how he didn’t expect anything and genuinely wanted to make sure you were safe made your heart beat faster, and you decided that if it was the new year, you weren’t going to live with regrets. Although you had been walking to your building, you turned on your heels to walk back to him. He was patiently waiting at the stop, clearly tired from the night, but that sight of him only made you more certain that you were interested in him. Tapping his shoulder and making him jump slightly made you giggle, but his face soon softened upon seeing you. Anytime he smiled at you, it made your heart beat even faster.

“Did you forget something?” He innocently wondered, standing up in your presence.

“Yeah…you actually. Do you want to stay over for breakfast?” You boldly suggested, pleased with his reaction when his face lit up and he shook his head in agreement.

Maybe it was your lucky day after all. The new year was going to be memorable, you could tell.

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Diabolik lovers S+M+T brothers at beach

Hi Love,

Gosh, I am so sorry! I hope you are still around. This took months! To everyone I am sorry for my absences, in December I hope to be less busy. I luckily found some time for writing so I decided to finish some stuff while I'm at it. :) Hope you guys like it!

-Liannelara

Diaboys At the Beach HCS

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General (includes everyone):

🏝They took a van altogether to get there.

🏝Or it may have been Kou’s tour van bc he’s an idol.

🏝And Yuma didn’t want to go.

🏝But he was the one who ended up driving because he thinks that Ruki and Reiji are too slow because they follow the speed limit.

🏝Carla and Shin cannot drive because they are too old so good luck explaining to them how a car works.

🏝Plus Shin drives so bad, omg.

🏝And so yeah, Yuma would get everyone there faster.

Sakamaki

Shu:

🏝Made a fake treasure map and sneaked it somewhere on the beach and Ayato found it.

🏝This way the triplets would be preoccupied and leave the damn place so he could get some freaking peace and quiet.

🏝He openly admitted to Reiji, Subaru, Ruki, and Carla who were resting on lawn chairs also.

🏝“It’s been a while since we have seen those three.” Ruki commented.

🏝“Tch, yeah they must be so busy checking out chicks.” Subaru said.

🏝Shu continued to look asleep with his sunglasses and said, “Oh, they’re not checking out chicks.”

🏝“Then why the hell are they so busy?!” Subaru looked confused.

🏝“Well, I didn’t want to say anything but I figured a fake map would do the trick.”

🏝“You did what?!” They were all shocked.

🏝“They’re looking all around for treasure that doesn’t even exist. But I figured it was the only way to get them to shut up.” Shu grinned, knowing he had screwed them over.

🏝“It is unbelieve that you even bothered to do something productive, let alone beneficial to us all.” Reiji commented while adjusting his glasses.

🏝Getting him to come was hard, it was only because Reiji said that there would be steak so he agreed to come.

🏝Wears his damn cardigan in this hot @ss heat.

🏝Rei does not understand this at all and can’t stand it.

🏝And he’s shirtless and probably has some beach necklace on.

🏝He makes sure to leave his cardigan open tho, that way chicks can check him out.

🏝But he does wear his swim trunks (they’re yellow) and sunglasses.

🏝And he’d sip out of a f*ckin’ coconut and you know it.

🏝Spends most of his time on the damn lawn chair or on a beach towel under the umbrella shade.

🏝This just gives him the excuse to be lazy.

🏝While he lays on the beach towel if girls walk by in their bikinis, he looks up.

🏝He is still listening to his music tho, that will never change.

🏝Probably got a tan, which might be funny if he had his choker on through it all so it’ll leave that shape on his neck now.

🏝He’s a little annoyed by it and the triplets find it funny.

🏝He might complain about the sun being too bright tho, lol.

🏝Once the day is over, he literally does not carry anything back to the van.

Reiji:

🏝Reiji has everything ready before they leave.

🏝And he’s just trying to make sure everything goes smoothly.

🏝He’s hoping he can relax a little because the beach will keep his brothers busy.

🏝He goes for a swim because it's good exercise.

🏝He and his brothers drag Shu to go but Shu will only go if a hot chick catches his attention and she’s by the water.

🏝Reiji and Ruki are responsible for the food because we know that the boys can’t cook for sh!t.

🏝So they are in charge of the barbeque, and they fight over how to do things, such as how to season things, what temperature the meat shout be cooked at, when they should flip it, and when it’s done, etc.

🏝Azusa tries to help them negotiate but they just end up yelling at him and he becomes disappointed because they haven’t hit him. Yet.

🏝Apart from this he does try to relax by sitting on a chair and reading some things.

🏝 Reiji is probably wearing some swim trunks and button-up shirt that is somewhat undone, so girls can catch a glimpse of his chiseled chest.

🏝I mean have you seen this man?????!!!!

🏝He only takes off his shirt when he’s going to swim tho.

🏝 And he wears his sunglasses here, probably the kind that also works as glasses so he doesn’t have to have two with him.

🏝The triplets are always trying to sabotage things for him like they unscrewed the screws in the folding chairs just so he’d fall out of it.

🏝Oh and if he ends up falling asleep in the chair, they steal his sandals and hide them while he’s sleeping.

🏝They’ve also stolen his towel and gotten it wet in the ocean and then returned it to him.

🏝He was so annoyed and scolded them about their behavior while Shu was amused.

🏝He will not build a sandcastle but if he sees that Ruki is, it will lead to competition between the two about who can build a better castle.

🏝Reiji is also constantly telling his brothers to not cause trouble.

🏝If he’s near the shore but is only getting his feet wet, the triplets will just push him in.

🏝He doesn’t allow the triplets to use the yacht they have.

🏝“No, there will be no parties on father’s yacht.”

🏝And if they are making a fuss about getting ice cream, he gives them money because he won’t hear the end of it if he doesn’t.

🏝Sometimes Laito tries to coax him into looking at chicks with him but Rei tells him he’ll pass.

🏝He’ll be sitting in his lawn chair with his shades, reading a book or science article of some sort. So Laito will approach him and say, “The women you take interest in are no fun, now lighten up brother.”

🏝Reiji would sigh and take his shades off, “That’s because you have little regard for what a woman is. The females you take an interest in are far beyond from being ladies. They are young and incompetent girls.”

🏝“Ohhh, then perhaps you're into older women~”

🏝“Do not say such nonsense.” He’d say adjusting his glasses.

🏝Reiji may even participate in a sport with his brothers. In fact, he’s probably the one telling them to get good exercise and having them play volley ball.

Laito:

🏝Is really looking forward to going and can’t wait to see girls in their swimsuits.

🏝He and Ayato are trying to undo the strings on girl’s bikins.

🏝And their main goal is to pick up chicks.

🏝He wore a speedo, and I’m betting it's zebra or leopard print.

🏝Or even worse, green.

🏝Ayato said his outfit was silly and Subaru thought it was ridiculous but he simply told them they knew nothing about fashion.

🏝“Laito you look like sh!t.”

🏝Sits on a hammock and Subaru sabotages it.

🏝He brings rollerskates but he falls a lot.

🏝He does go in the water and he goes a little far in.

🏝However if he doesn’t realize what is on him, like seaweed for instance, he might freak out.

🏝I also see that he left his hat on his beach towel cause he didn’t want to get it wet.

🏝But knowing Ayato and Kino they’d use his damn hat as a freezbe and do it across the water in hopes of getting wet.

🏝Meanwhile, Laito is trying to stop.

🏝And it’s basically a monkey-in-the-middle situation because he can’t catch it.

🏝If he’s in a pool or in general if he plans to look underwater he brings goggles with him.

🏝He kinda looks like this dude → click here

🏝Oh and I bet he goes snorkeling and thinks the fish are cool.

🏝He’ll try to take pics of them and then put them in a scrapbook or something.

🏝He will laugh if the fish try to tickle him, and literally if he saw two fish mating he’d take a photo of it cause he thinks it's interesting.

🏝And then he’d show it to Subaru. “Don’t they look interesting? They are so innocent when they procreate, it isn’t like our kind.”

🏝“Shut up, idiot!”

🏝He plays volleyball with his brothers and Subaru makes sure they're on opposing teams just so he can win against him and possibly hit him with the ball.

🏝Although even if they were on the same team he’d still aim the ball at him when he’s getting on his nerves.

🏝Will complain about the water being pretty cold too.

🏝Ayato will make jokes about him being a mermaid and Laito becomes offended/upset.

🏝“That is just cruel brother, very cruel.”

Kanato:

🏝Wore a lilac button-up shirt and some white and purple swim trunks.

🏝He has the top somewhat button-down.

🏝Teddy and him have matching outfits.

🏝And he’s got nice black shades, with a tint of purple.

🏝Picks up chicks with his nice outfit.

🏝Spends time building a sandcastle but he honestly doesn’t have the patience.

🏝Especially if Ayato ended up kicking it because he was playing sports or something.

🏝He was so annoyed and made sure not to mess with Teddy’s sand castle ever again.

🏝Literally I could see him throwing seashells/sand at him and anyone who walks by.

🏝Laito might participate in helping him build it because he finds it fun but Ayato will just say its for kids.

🏝And Kanato doesn’t like it when someone calls him a kid

🏝But if they make a game out of it he wants to compete because Oreo-Sama is the best.

🏝He brought a little backpack where he keeps the sweets Reiji packed for him to avoid any possible tantrums he may give if he didn’t.

🏝And god forbid if a seagull swooped down and took any candy.

🏝He’d be enraged.

🏝And you can best bet that this little purple goblin would curse at it.

🏝He may even cry over this bc he’s such a child.

🏝If Ayato laughs at him he’ll just chase after him.

🏝I think he likes putting his feet in the water but if a seaweed came near him he’d be annoyed.

Ayato:

🏝Get’s sunburned easily (idk if vampires can actually get sunburned but whatever.)

🏝Brings a f*cking metal detector to check if he can find valuables in the sand.

🏝Subaru sees this and just thinks he’s an idiot.

🏝You know how his pants are rolled up on one side?

🏝His swim shorts are the same deal.

🏝Wears ugly neon green alien sunglasses and matches with Kino.

🏝He plays monkey in the middle with Laito and Kanato and Kanato is in the middle.

🏝Kanato gets fed up in two seconds and probably pops the beach ball.

🏝Tries to pick up chicks with Laito and Kino.

🏝But he just embarrasses himself.

🏝He and Kino bring their skateboards and try to do tricks.

🏝Knowing Ayato he has tripped over seaweed and even sand.

🏝He tries to go surfing and he fails miserably.

🏝He goes in the water and I’m not surprised if Kino and Shin schemed something together and made Ayato think there was a shark in the water.

🏝He was well convinced and completely left his surfboard due to fear.

🏝He really wants to use the boat his family owns so he can fish.

🏝He did this once over the bridge and fell over the railing and it was hilarious.

🏝Overall, he’s mostly just making a fool of himself throughout it all.

🏝I mean from how many girls he’s asked out or flirted with and he’s like tripped in front of them it just makes me laugh.

🏝Oh and he’s going all over with the “fake” treasure map he found with Kanato and Laito.

🏝And it’s just hilarious how they went around the whole town.

🏝If he’s in charge of grilling Shu’s special stake he’ll burn it and start a fire.

🏝And he will put out the fire by pouring a bottle of water over the stake because he’s lost all hope.

🏝And Shu hates him after that.

Subaru:

🏝He carries most of the supplies and stuff since Reiji asks him.

🏝He will complain slightly but after being able to trip Kou along the way he’s all for it.

🏝Will go out for a swim cause it will relax him.

🏝He wears a black tank top and swim trunks.

🏝Girls stare at his arms and he’s embarrassed.

🏝Laito literally even introduces him to girls he met and Subaru just gets flustered.

🏝He will look at girls in their bathing suits but try to cover up the fact that he’s looking.

🏝And if Laito catches, omg he will not hear the end of it.

🏝He will try to him his little bro get her attention.

🏝"Oh, I see you need some help in getting a girl's attention?" Laito would say.

🏝"Shut up!"

🏝"Well, a little push never hurt anyone." He’d say to his little brother before actually pushing him forward to bump into the chick.

🏝"Ok, you know what to do brother, take it from here."

🏝Meanwhile Subaru just wants to kick his @ss for pushing him forward and bumping into the chick.

Kino:

🏝Having drinks with chicks.

🏝Causally joins other people’s parties and bonfires.

🏝He comes with only his weird printed swim trunks and skateboard.

🏝He thinks the pattern looks cool but Ayato and Shin dis him about the f*cking print.

🏝Brings a boombox.

🏝Does any sport possible, so he’s definitely doing surfing and power cursing.

🏝Brings a polaroid camera, and f-ing films the whole time on his phone.

🏝Tries to make vines with Ayato and Shin.

🏝Will flip sh!t if Ayato eats a hot dog in front of him.

🏝He literally gasped before chucking the thing straight into the ocean.

🏝Right in front of Ayato’s eyes, leaving him speechless only to respond with, “Bruh.”

🏝He and Ayato play video games and literally argue.

🏝In fact, when they play volleyball they argue about who lost or who was out of bounds.

🏝He honestly doesn’t do much, he's just really obnoxious.

Mukami

Ruki:

🏝He wears those white polo shirts that are short sleeves so you can see his muscular arms.

🏝And it’s just one of those tight shirts they put on models, he looks good with it.

🏝F*ck

🏝Anyways, this boring @ss brought a book with him, of course.

🏝He will occasionally look up if he’s interested in some girl specifically.

🏝He’d be focused on his reading when the voice of girl caught his attention, causing him to lower his gaze on the female.

🏝He does get a little involved with playing sports if his brothers ask him or if he’s being challenged.

🏝Ruki is mostly busy reading, relaxing, or competing against Reiji in something.

🏝If he has a partner, he’d become more involved in the sense of messing around with her and pushing her into the water.

🏝but those are hcs for another time. ;)

🏝If he really wants to do something different he might build a sand castle.

🏝Other than that he doesn’t do too much but he does sometimes get in nerd debates with Reiji.

Yuma:

🏝He carried almost everything in like a few trips.

🏝He builds sandcastles with Azusa.

🏝Plays volleyball and makes sure Azusa is on his team and that Kou is on the opposite side.

🏝 He literally make sure the ball hits him down each time 😂

🏝Feeds the seagulls because he feels bad.

🏝But will get mad if they follow him.

🏝“Hey, look I was trying to help out. Now that’s enough.”

🏝Although if his brothers are not watching he will be more friendly towards them.

🏝“Huh, you guys really like bread, don’t ya?” He ask, petting one of the seabirds.

🏝 He’s not trying to but he gets a tan.

🏝 He’d be shirtless the whole time, he tried to even arrive shirtless but Ruki told him it wasn’t proper.

🏝 So he put a beach sweater on but then instantly took it off.

🏝 I say this because he probably thinks it’s hot a lot of the time.

🏝 I really can’t imagine the attire but probably orange swim trunks? Idk, just look at dive to blood when I don’t give a description 😂.

🏝 Will swim far out in the ocean.

🏝Is basically anywhere where Kou isn’t.

🏝Has a hard time relaxing bc he can almost never sit still.

🏝 Although once his brothers convince him enough to relax and he is finally able to and he’ll check out chicks even if his facial expression doesn’t display any hint of that.

🏝Though I say most of his time is spent watching Azusa and ambushing Kou.

Kou:

🏝He wore a light pink bucket hat and Yuma didn’t want to be around him cause he thought he looked dumb with it.

🏝”The only thing you are hurting right now are my feelings.” I see it like in this clip here. (idk if the clip is still in there, I hope)

🏝He also wore pink swim trunks and Yuma just can’t talk to him.

🏝And I see that he’s got wacky sunglasses like it’s just ridiculous.

🏝Subaru flips him off his flamingo floaty. (If they were at a pool anyways)

🏝 he’s honestly everywhere and his brothers just hope the disguise is enough knowing he’s an idol or he just might ruin everyone’s vacation.

🏝Which as you can imagine, that is exactly what happened.

🏝And believe me they were not happy about it at all.

🏝“Oh come on guys you know I didn’t mean to do this.”

🏝“That ain’t the point man, you always do this. This is why no one wants to bring you on trips.” Yuma would say annoyed by Kou’s excuse.

Azusa:

🏝He builds really nice sandcastles with water and stuff.

🏝He’s really good it, and people take photos of his work.

🏝Azusa will try to get stung by a dead jellyfish and Yuma has to constantly watch him to make sure he isn’t to far out into the sea to get eaten or something.

🏝“Azusa, get the hell out of there!”

🏝Azusa is pretty calm most of the time, he might sun tan because he hears it's relaxing.

🏝Although he’s mostly trying to find ways where he will feel pain.

🏝So everyone kinda worries about where he wanders off to sometimes or if he’s been gone for too long because he’s probably doing something he shouldn’t be doing.

🏝He’d literally stay in the water when there's a shark.

🏝He might even give it a name and try to pet it.

🏝Meanwhile Kou is screaming at him to get out of the water.

🏝Azusa would also probably try to throw himself on the boulders that he sees just to feel something and Yuma would constantly have to pull him away.

Tsukinami

Carla:

🏝He’s just trying to relax, but Shin won’t allow him.

🏝Because he’s either pulling pranks on him or he made some girl’s bf upset and now Carla has to fix things.

🏝Girls look at him but he’s not focused on this.

🏝He might be trying to paint the ocean tho.

🏝And he’ll probably paint a girl he found attractive too.

🏝He’s mostly exploring around the nearby gift shops and possibly buying souvenirs.

🏝Because he’s trying to “relax”.

🏝He’ll probably try to read or something and Shin is telling him to either get in the water or get a tan.

🏝Or get a girl.

🏝Shin wants to turn into his wolf form but Carla gets mad at him and tells him no.

🏝“What’s it going to look like if there is a wolf running around on a beach?” He’d ask his younger brother.

🏝Shin looked at him before shaking his head. “No one will notice.”

🏝”No, no wolf form.”

🏝“Fine, then I’ll turn into a snake.”

🏝 “No.” Carla anwsered.

🏝“A bat.”

🏝“No.”

🏝“An eagle.”

🏝”No. No, no, no! You will not turn into anything. Just stay in your regular form!”

🏝Overall, Carla’s really got his work cut out for him lol.

Shin:

🏝Came shirtless, and was about to come in his wolf form but Carla stopped him.

🏝 He’s doing some type of sport and tries to drag Carla into it.

🏝 Like Shin would try anything and Carla doesn’t like the idea because it’s usually reckless.

🏝 I could see Shin wanting to try power cruising and Carla is worried that Shin will just crash somewhere, leading him to be the one to cover the damages because he’s the oldest.

🏝 He’d also go cycling most likely, but he’d never wear one of those outfits.

🏝Idk if you guys are familiar with cycling at the beach but I live in a beach town and that’s what everyone does. Especially tourists, so yeah I could see that Shin rented a bike.

🏝That’s usually how it works, at least at the beach town I’m at. 😂

🏝And honestly the whole time Carla is just hoping nothing crazy happens.

🏝Aside from this if Shin is not cycling he’s probably doing stupid with Kino or checking out girls.

🏝That’s what the whole trip consists of.

🏝But if he turned in his wolf form it’d be another story.

🏝 It’d be so chaotic and Carla would be freaking out bc everyone is wondering why there is a wolf at the beach. 😂

🏝It’d get so bad that Carla would have to fake it and say that Shin is his husky 😂. This way no one will question.

🏝And then in the van he can give a long lecture about it and why he will never do this trip ever again.

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angels and devils

angels and devils — prologue of the smell of roses [ → part one ] [ series masterlist ] [ general masterlist ]

this series (and this blog) are 18+ !! minors do NOT interact!! no real people are represented.

• lee know x female reader / changbin x female reader / lee know x female reader x changbin (NOT a love triangle), all other stray kids members are featured but not main characters.

• non idol au, bikers au, rivals to lovers au, small town au. inspired by sons of anarchy.

• word count: 4.9k (4091)

• warnings: mentions of all sorts of illegality; money laundering, drugs and weapons dealing. corruption and blackmail. a lot of drinking (often excessive). a lot of swearing and insulting. drug consumption (weed only). anger management problems. mental health issues (people are not quite sane). mentions of scars. mention of violence (stabbing). mention of pyromania.

It feels like the ground is opening up under your feet, the darkness threatening to swallow you whole. Once your father is gone, the Rose Garden will be yours.

That’s what you’ve wanted your whole life. For it to be yours, entirely, completely. Not to share it with someone else. Especially not them.

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It’s a rainy day in the small town of Temperance.

The clouds are dense and dark, hovering over your head like omens. You don’t mind rain, not at all – in fact, you love those types of days when the air has a bitter feel to it, when the cold slides into your bones and the streets glisten. They are rare around here, where summer lingers all year around, where it’s always warm and heavy.

Although you especially like rain because it often means those fucking bikers are not out there all day with their rattling engines and arrogant smirks. They drive around like they own the place – and they do.

Everything in Temperance belongs to them.

The Vices Motorcycle Club.

You often wonder if they chose the town on purpose. If the Vices, decades ago, opened a map and chose it specifically for its name just to turn it into a joke. You don’t think so – from what you heard, many of the original members grew up here. Their children, too, and they run the club now. But still.

It’s almost too fucking ironic.

There is absolutely no temperance in this town. Who would expect moderation or discretion from a biker gang? From what you know, they deal in dirty money, weapons, drugs, and probably a shit ton of other illegal stuff. You don’t really care to know the details – you just make sure to stay away from them.

Most of your life, you’ve been able to. When you were little, your father made sure to keep you away from them, although you went to school with their children and so, grew up with them. It’s not the same when you’re five and playing in the sandbox.

In high school, if one of them told you I’ll tell my father, you just raised your middle finger.

You’re a Temperance girl. You’ve never left town, except for a few months of traveling once. It’s where you want to be. Running the shop is all you want to do with your life. You love the town. You know every street, every coffee place. Despite housing a motorcycle club, it’s a lovely place to live.

But it’s getting out of hand lately.

The Vices are everywhere.

They own half of the businesses, have their fingers inside all of the others’ pockets. They’re friends with the mayor. They have a deal with the police. You can’t go anywhere without seeing a trace of them, either by spying a leather vest or hearing one of their names. Your favorite pub, Rossi’s, even has a drink dedicated to them. Gluttony, of course.

Every bar, every warehouse, every street corner, it’s theirs.

Except your father’s shop.

The Rose Garden is your pride. It was opened by your maternal grandparents, passed down to your mother and father, and it will be yours when the time comes. It’s your favorite place in the world, filled to the brim with the smell of flowers. You grew up in this shop – you even took your first steps in it. It’s a part of you who are, and you’d never let anyone touch it. Especially not the Vices.

You’re so proud of your father for refusing to deal with them. What would a biker club want with a flower shop, anyway?

Not that they never asked – they came around a few years ago to ask for friendship. You were away, so you didn’t witness the conversation they had with your father, but he told you he had politely declined. Then again, the Vices had just started to extend their influence in town and many people were still resisting.

It has never been this bad. According to what your father told you, the original members had created the club for the sake of allyship, had provided protection, and used to run a few shady deals. But then their sons took over, and it changed. They had ambition. They wanted power.

They wanted revenge.

You don’t know the full story. Nobody does. All you know is that the original members dropped one by one. They had accidents. People were dying.

You’ll give the current Vices members that – nobody dies anymore. The town is safe. Under their control, but safe.

Still, you hate how they have seeped into every seam, inescapable, their names on everyone’s lips, their stupid logo everywhere you look.

A devil with angel wings.

According to your recent round-up, the Vices owned everyone, and your father was the only one left. Because of that, you knew it was a matter of time before they would come for a visit. You and your father never talked about it, but you just figured he would say no again. The Rose Garden is yours. It will never be theirs.

Over your fucking dead body.

The rain passes early in the morning, leading to a cloudy sky. You need to buy a few supplies for a special order, so you head to the hardware store. The place is quiet at this time of day, Seungmin giving you a nod from behind the counter. The store is his and his father’s – just like in your family. It’s not unusual for Temperance, but you and Seungmin have especially bonded. His parents are good friends with your father, so you spent a lot of time together during dinners playing video games.

Just like you, Seungmin is exactly where he wants to be. If you grew up around flowers, he did around tools, the smell of paint and the sound of chainsaws. Neither of you have ever wanted anything else.

You know the store like the back of your hand, so you head directly to the alley you need, crossing paths with a guy with broad shoulders and a baseball cap covering his orange hair. You’d know that signature leather cut anywhere. Vice. His name is Chris, and he dates a sweet girl with eyes like honey. What she sees in him, you’re not sure – he scares you.

You give him a dirty look – he just raises an eyebrow at you, not looking fazed in the slightest. A tattoo covers almost the entirety of his neck, chains and barbed wire enhancing a thin white scar instead of hiding it. He goes to the counter to pay, and Seungmin makes sure to stay calm and polite.

He doesn’t like them either – but his father had no choice but to get the Vices on his payroll. Bikers did not need flowers – but they needed tools. Seungmin is more careful than you. Not that he’s scared, but he’s worried about his mom. She is terrified, so Seungmin makes sure she never has to deal with them directly – which results in him working almost every day so she doesn’t have to. It makes your blood boil.

The sound of the bike engine starting outside irritates you, and you watch the Vice drive away under the drizzle with obvious disgust on your face.

“You’ll only get yourself into trouble, you know,” Seungmin tells you when you go back to the counter, placing your stuff on it.

You scoff. “What are they going to do, kill me?” Seungmin gives you a glare, and you falter slightly. “Come on. Even they wouldn’t get away with that.”

“I wouldn’t put it past them, that’s all,” he sighs, scanning your things. He grabs the pencil that he always keeps behind his ear to take note of something, and you wonder if he’s right.

Murder. Would they go that far?

You shudder when you realize you have no idea.

“I’m going to be careful, Min,” you say. “I just hate the way they prance around town like they own it.”

“But they do,” he underlines with a joyless smile. “Tab?”

You nod. It had become a nuisance for you to pay every time you come for the slightest thing, so you and Seungmin had agreed to put a tab in place, which you paid every month.

“But they’re so…. They’re so…”

“Y/N,” he tells you softly. “I know. I’m just saying. Be careful. The town is big enough for us to stay under their radar, but still.”

There is clear worry in his voice, and you give him a soft smile. “I promise.”

When you come out of the hardware store, after talking with Seungmin for a few minutes, the clouds have dispersed. No more rain, it seems – which bothers you a little. It’s only a short walk back to the flower shop, and you turn around your conversation with your friend in your head. You try to remember if you’ve ever heard anything about the Vices doing something truly horrible, but all you can think is dealing drugs and all sorts of things on the black market.

For some odd reason it bothers you, as if it would give you a really good excuse to profoundly hate them. They’re killers sounded like a pretty good one. But all you can think of is the sound of their bikes annoy the shit out of me and they make money selling guns – which is already pretty fucking awful. But you’re not sure they really use them, although a few months ago there was a rumor their leader had once stabbed someone repeatedly. That person probably didn’t deserve it, you convince yourself. Their leader looks like a real psycho after all.

Lee Minho. His face is all smugness and he looks at everyone like they’re cockroaches. Something in his eyes, in the way they move, rubs you the wrong way – like you’d say the wrong thing at the wrong time and he’d absolutely snap. Not that you’ve ever spent a lot of time in the same room as him – you’re pretty sure he doesn’t know you exist, which suits you – but it is a small town.

You close your eyes, trying to think about anything else, and just when you think you’ve succeeded, those fucking engines invade the air around you and pollute it. Your eyes search for the bikes, and you realize they are leaving parking spots. The flower shop’s. Your heart drops at the bottom of your stomach, and because of the shock you can only stare at them drive away. Once the sound fades, you break into a run despite your trembling legs.

Dad, you keep thinking. Please be fine.

Please, please, be fine.

When you enter the shop, breathless, you find your father in the workshop, sitting at his bench. He has removed his glasses, his face in his hands. He looks fine, but you can’t calm down.

“Dad!” you cry out, running to him. “Are you okay?”

He lifts his head. His eyes are dark, and you try to recognize the look on his face.

“Did they hurt you?” you ask, your voice shaking.

He shakes his head and then it hits you – shame. Disappointment. Resignation. “I’m fine, sprout.”

“What did they want with you?” you say, your eyes wide in fear, although you already know the answer.

Your father stands up slowly and puts a heavy hand on your shoulder. His smile is one you hate to see. “I’m sorry, sprout. I’ve run out of times to say no,” he states.

“Dad, no.”

But he nods. “It’s time.”

“I fucking hate their fucking guts, Hyun.”

That night you stop by Rossi’s, the local pub and your favorite place to indulge in a drink or two. You don’t usually go on Monday nights because you work early the next day and there are always Vices around, but you feel like an exception had to be made.

The tall blond behind the bar chuckles at you. “Okay, Y/N. Maybe I should take that drink back.”

“Don’t you dare,” you hiss, taking your glass in your hands to pull it close to your chest, away from his grasp. You squint your eyes at him.

“Just messing with you,” he says with a sigh. “But seriously, keep it down.”

He gives a nod towards the back of the bar, where a few Vices are sitting.

There’s three of them occupying a booth, another two playing pool.

Neck tattoo guy is there, his girlfriend – sorry, his old lady – curled around him.

You’ve learned, against your will, that there’s a hierarchy in a motorcycle club.

There’s the leader, the president.

The vice president.

Sergeant-at-arms, which is Chris.

The secretary, an older guy from the previous generation.

There are the regular members, the full patches, and then, the prospects. There’s one at Rossi’s tonight, his cut’s patch reading Prospect in big letters. His smile is wide, his laugh cheeky, and it clashes with his leather pants and ripped long-sleeved shirt. Felix. You know him a little, as he’s only a year younger than you. He transferred to Temperance Middle School when his family bought the local supermarket. He was always a little bit of a pyromaniac so it’s not really that much of a surprise he joined the Vices – but you wonder what precipitated him to do so recently.

Another one is sitting quietly, seemingly deep into his own thoughts. Him you know better. His name is Jisung and you were always in the same classes in school.

He has blue hair covering his eyes and he never blinks.

The rest you’ve seen around. None are the leader, though.

The president.

What a pretentious title.

You glare at them. “They’re not listening to me,” you spit. “Like they care about us insects.”

Hyunjin shakes his head, but he does not insist. He knows you need your venting session, and he always obliges.

This is your favorite bar. You love the red booths, the wooden tables and counters, the music, and you love the drinks – enough to forgive it’s slowly becoming a major landmark for Vices. Once you felt so bitter you ordered a Gluttony just so you could spit in it, go outside, and throw it on the pavement.

You had been quite drunk that night.

“Hyunnie,” you moan, your head falling in your hands. “They can’t take the Rose Garden. My father worked his whole life for that shop. So did my grandfather. So do I. It’s like, my legacy.”

Hyunjin gives you an understanding smile. “You don’t have a choice, Y/N. They’re not the kind of people you can keep saying no to. Besides, they’re really not that bad…”

You scoff, gulping a big sip of your drink, but Hyunjin is not laughing. And when he’s serious, he’s serious.

Hyunjin is yet another person you’ve known for long. Too long, maybe. With Seungmin, he’s the only one you missed when you were away.

You used to have the biggest crush on Hyunjin in high school and you really wanted him to be your first – your first everything – until the day, at a party, where he said you were like his little sister. That turned you off real fast.

He’s still one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen. Legs for days, eyes like dark oceans, the softest looking hair. You like to watch him work, his long fingers holding up bottles and making glasses dance. Before, when you were really drunk, you liked to flirt with him just to know how it felt, and sometimes he indulged you.

But Hyunjin has a girlfriend now. Damn lucky bastard.

She’s told you once over drinks that he’s a fucking delight in bed.

You nearly threw your vodka in her face out of jealousy but instead suggested you both smoke a joint so she can tell you everything – and she did.

You’ll remember that conversation for the rest of your life.

But aside from being a literal demi-god walking amongst mortals, Hyunjin is also your friend, and your favorite barman.

“I’m serious,” Hyunjin states. “They’re not going to take over your business. You’ll barely see them. They just take some money. In exchange, you get protection.”

“Against what?” you frown.

“You think a biker club doesn’t have enemies? It’s like, the whole concept.”

You pout. “I don’t want protection.”

“They’re not going to post a bodyguard in front of your door,” Hyunjin says, rolling his eyes. “They’re just going to make sure nobody bothers you.”

“What if they bother me?”

“Fuck’s sake, Y/N…”

Hyunjin rubs his temples and you sigh.

“I don’t want to argue with you,” he states. “Just don’t be stupid.”

You pull a face at him. This is the second time today you’ve heard something like that. Be careful, Seungmin told you. Don’t be stupid, Hyunjin says. If you were really petty you’d do the exact opposite just to get back at them.

You’re not that petty, but you’re not far.

You glance at the Vices in the back. They’re laughing and drinking in their stupid leather vests. Despite yourself you rack your brain trying to think of a way to get back at them. To bother them for once, see how they like it. But there is not really any way it doesn’t come back to bite you in the ass, so you let it go.

For now.

You’re too preoccupied to really act out, anyway. Your father told you the Vices would be back in a few days to collect the first payment and confirm the arrangement. You intend to be there for every open hour and never leave your father’s side – you hold on to the possibility his decision can be reversed. If you can’t convince him, you’ll convince them. Or you’ll try.

It feels like the ground is opening up under your feet, the darkness threatening to swallow you whole. Once your father is gone, the Rose Garden will be yours.

That’s what you’ve wanted your whole life. For it to be yours, entirely, completely. Not to share it with someone else. Especially not them.

Near the end of your third drink, your head starts to spin, and you decide to head home. Fortunately, you live close to the bar, and walking will only take you a few minutes.

Outside, the sky has entirely cleared from clouds and you gaze at the deep blue. You decide to linger a little for a smoke – and that might be the only advantage you can find for the Vices to rule over your town. Not only is weed extremely easy to find, you can also smoke it freely. Even the police indulges, your friend assured you. But then again, you know Jeongin, and it’s no offence to him, but he isn’t really an example to follow on any aspect of life. How and why he became a cop, you have no clue. Not that he’s stupid or anything – he just has no authority whatsoever, is completely reckless and you’ve never seen him obey a single rule.

You light up the joint, inhaling slowly, letting the daze settle in your body. This will calm you down – and it will help you sleep, too. Otherwise, you’re pretty sure you’d lay all night with eyes wide open, plotting extorsion, kidnapping and murder.

“Can I get a hit?”

You blink a little hazily and stare at the guy talking to you. Jisung is not smiling and you can barely see his eyes behind the strands of his dark blue hair. He doesn’t look like someone who’s just asked you to share your joint – it’s more like he’s threatening you. If it weren’t for his cute, puffy cheeks, he’d be downright scary.

The light in his eyes.

Something’s not right in there.

But then again, he’s wearing a Vice cut, and Jisung has always been a little weird. He disappeared for a few years and reappeared sporting leather. If he was in jail or in a psych ward is still a mystery. For all you know, he went through both.

“Don’t you have your own?” you tell him.

“I forgot it,” he says with a shrug. He doesn’t blink. He never does.

“Too bad, then.” You snap back, taking a hit in front of him.

You’re playing with fire and you know it – and you don’t care. Jisung chuckles.

“Y/N,” he says. “You’re being a bit rude.”

“Jesus,” you sigh in annoyance. “Here, take it and go away.”

You hand him the joint, and he takes the hit with the ease of a guy who does this often. Clearly, it’s a habit he hasn’t let go of - you skipped class together a number of times in high school to smoke bad weed - but you don’t judge him, because neither have you.

“Thanks,” he says afterwards.

He puts his hands in his pockets and stands next to you.

“You want a drink?”

“I was heading home,” you say.

He moves suddenly, and his face is so close to yours you have to bite down a scream. Jisung has those eyes – and you don’t understand how a person can be so calm and restless at the same time. He’s from the same mold as his leader, that’s for sure. If there’s one that could’ve committed murder before, you think to yourself, it’s Jisung.

“You know,” he whispers, leaning towards you. You step back, your back against the wall, and Jisung’s hand comes to rest next to your head. He stares at you. He still doesn’t blink. “You should really watch what you say.”

For a second, you feel a hint of fear crawling up your veins.

Jisung smiles widely at you. “We hear everything. Even insects.”

He backs away from you and starts to walk away – but not before he barks out a laugh. You stare at him, terrified, confused, and maybe a little amused.

“It’s your day off, sprout. Just go home.”

You shake your head as you continue clipping the stems of a bouquet of daisies. “No. I’m staying here.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you glare at him. “I’m not going home, Dad. No fucking way.”

He sighs deeply, shaking his head. As he walks back to the store front, you hear him whisper something about language. You just smirk, trying to focus on work. A few days have passed, and you know it’s only a matter of time before the Vices visit the shop. It’s probably even a matter of hours.

Still, you lose track of time as you always do – you’re rearranging the display near the window when the doorbell tinkles. You turn, expecting a client, but your words of welcome die in your mouth before they reach your lips.

He enters first.

Lee Minho.

He’s all in black. Shirt, jeans, boots.

They contrast with his neatly cut silver hair.

He has a scar on his face. It slits the tip of his right eyebrow and runs down close to his eye. It still looks fresh.

His patch reads President.

You would laugh, if only you could utter a single sound. Because Minho might be the president of the Vices, whom you hate, he emanates more charisma than ten guys put together. Something about him just makes you shut up.

He’s accompanied by two people. One is Jisung, who immediately goes to smell the flowers. The other, you’re not sure what his name is. He’s not from Temperance. You just know he’s Minho’s right hand – the vice president. You’ve only heard people calling him Vice – the Vice of Vices.

The guy is all muscles. He stares around him with wary eyes, and he looks like he’s always ready to jump at someone’s throat.

You’ve heard he has slight anger management issues, which only makes you want to poke at them to see how far you can go.

In high school, people called you Trouble.

Some still do.

“Good afternoon,” Minho states, leaning against the counter.

Your dad is standing behind it, visibly nervous and defensive, but he still smiles politely. “Good afternoon.”

Minho smacks his lips together. “Well, you know why we’re here, right? Let’s not waste anyone’s time.”

You’re pretty sure he hasn’t noticed you. Jisung has, because he comes to stand next to you calmly, as if to put himself between you and Minho if you were to jump at his throat. The Vice is staring at you from across the store, his arms crossed on his chest. You glance at him, spying tattoos on his hands that clearly continue under his sleeves. His fingers are covered, too, with ink and silver rings.

There is nothing in his eyes.

Just darkness.

“Right –” your dad stutters, and it takes everything from you not to say something. “Of course. Just – give me a second.”

Minho raises an eyebrow at him, visibly waiting. Your father’s hands are trembling as he opens the drawer under the cashier to take an envelope. Your hands are tightened into fists. You desperately want to say something, to stop this from happening, but you have no idea how. It’s like you’re stunned, and you hate yourself for it.

Minho takes the envelope, opens it, and takes out the pile of bills. You gulp. He licks his finger and starts to count, taking his time. You alternate between glaring at him and entering staring contests with the Vice.

“Let’s go over it one more time, huh?” Minho says when he’s done, tapping the bills on the counter before putting them in his inside pocket. “Just so we’re clear.”

As he spreads out the terms of the arrangement, you feel a warmth spread to your cheeks, anger rising in your throat. You’re squeezing your fists so hard they go numb. You have to do something. You have to say something.

Minho is in the middle of explaining something when the words escape your mouth, loud and full of rage. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

The shop goes silent. Minho blinks, and slowly turns to you. You don’t falter because you’re looking at your father.

“Dad, you’re not seriously going to do this, are you? There is nothing in this for you. You’re just giving them money, it’s not an arrangement, it’s fucking blackmail!”

“Y/N…” your father sighs.

“No!” you cry out. “No way am I letting you do this. You promised.”

“I don’t have a choice.”

Your father’s voice is so full of despair, so full of shame, your anger bursts into flames. You see red, you see black – and you turn to Minho, pointing your finger at his chest. “This is your fault,” you sneer at him. “You think you’re on top of the fucking world, don’t you?”

He doesn’t answer. He just looks at you in mild surprise and disinterest – and you’re too enraged to notice if he’s amused or getting angry, too. You don’t even care.

“I fucking hate your guts, you arrogant, corrupted, despisable bastard,” you spit at Minho.

Next to you, Jisung lets out a snort, but Minho barely reacts. He keeps staring at you – so does his Vice. They are not saying anything, and it makes you even more angry.

Be careful, Seungmin told you.

“You think you can treat people this way, and just get away with it? Maybe the others will let you, but I won’t.”

Don’t be stupid, Hyunjin said.

Fuck it.

You hold your head high, keeping your eyes in Minho’s. Finally, he blinks.

“Who are you?” he simply states.

Your father’s face has gone white. “I’m sorry. It’s my daughter, she’s…”

“Don’t you dare say I don’t know what I’m saying,” you growl at your father. “I know exactly what I’m saying, I don’t care who he is. He can’t take advantage of people like this. You fucking asshole.”

Minho does not flinch. “Your daughter, you say,” he calmly states. He’s talking to your father but still looking at you. Now that your anger has settled a little – it feels insanely good to let it all out – you can see his eyes are shining. Brightly.

He’s amused, and you just want to rip out his throat.

“What’s your name?” he finally asks you.

You scoff. “What’s it to you?”

“I like to know who I’m dealing with,” he says, taking a step towards you. The shop is not very big, and he’s not that close, but his energy still tramples yours.

You tighten your jaw. “If you’re trying to intimidate me, try again, buddy. I’m not going to play your little game.”

He chuckles. “A game? I didn’t know we were playing.”

You blink at him, feeling a fuse break in your brain. It’s your turn to take a step towards him. “What’s so fucking funny –”

You stop, because the second you move, so do Jisung and the Vice. The first takes your arm, the second seemingly ready to throw you on your ass.

You’re too busy staring at Minho, though. The room is silent and tense. He’s eyeing you up and down, a smug smile on his lips, and you do the same, except your face is tense with anger. After a few seconds, he lets out another chuckle.

“I’ll come back at a later time to finish our conversation, sir,” he says, addressing your father. “It seems like you have a few things to discuss with your daughter.”

You hold up his stare – you’d rather die than let him think he’s winning this – but he quickly turns away and walks out of the shop in a couple of steps. The Vice follows him, his face still stern, as if nothing happened. Jisung is the last to leave – not without grabbing a single flower from a bouquet, blue like his hair, and twirling it between his fingers as he leaves.

The door closes behind them. You’re too busy trying to calm down your anger to see him straddle their bikes and drive away. After a while, you hear your father sigh.

“What the hell did you just do, sprout?”

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ACCIDENTAL GOD: CHAPTER ONE

Pairing: OT8 Ateez x Reader Fantasy AU

Synopsis: You get summoned into a fantasy world by a group of runaway misfits, (who strangely look like your favorite idols) who claim you to be an ancient forgotten War God, and they need your help to survive while being hunted down by a tyrant King.

Warnings: Heavy Religious themes, member x member, eventual smut, slow burn, gore, death, language, torture, angst, fighting, magic, mentions of past abuse, rituals, blood rituals, some obsessive behavior

Let me know if i missed anything! More warnings will be added as the story goes.

A/N: Finally, here is the first chapter! And don’t worry, reader is introduced in the next chapter! Sorry for any weird formatting, idk how to write lmao. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Please be sure to read the Prologue, it’s short but it’s important!

Masterlist, Prologue, Chapter Two,

Seonghwa’s entire body hurt. He couldn’t seem to remember what happened, where was he? Why did he hurt? Why did he feel like he couldn’t breathe? There was something heavy on his chest, and it wasn’t until he opened his eyes and looked did he realize. There was someone-no, Hongjoon was laying on top of him, seemingly unconscious, he could recognize that ash blond mullet anywhere. Gently, he tried to push Hongjoon off of him and to the side to be able to get up, but slightly winced as his own body protested at the exertion. Once Seonghwa knew Hongjoon wasn’t lying uncomfortably, he sat up on his hands and began to take in their surroundings.

The first thing he noticed was the fact they were in a deep crack in the earth, vines clinging to the steep walls and trees hung over the edges overhead. The next was how dirty and wet he was, along with Hongjoon. Both of their clothes were torn and caked in mud and leaves. Seonghwa tried his best to rack his brain for information on how both him and Hongjoon ended up here, and without any sign of his other clan members nonetheless.

Seonghwa knew He was helping Hongjoon draw a map of the castle grounds to go along with the already drawn areas of the town surrounding the castle earlier, when he heard Mingi’s voice yelling from the woods. He couldn’t see him yet, but knew Mingi was running towards their camp. He was alerting everyone of the guards that were surrounding them and before Seonghwa knew it, Hongjoon was barking orders that they grab what they could and run. Seonghwa helped the captain put away the map and shove it along with some other important documents and books they had into a leather bag, before Hongjoon slung it over his shoulder. The others doing similar things as they prepared to take off. Seonghwa made sure to stuff the dagger he had stolen, his Father’s dagger, into his boot before Hongjoon grabbed his hand and forcibly pulled him along, the rest of the clan members quickly following suit.

He knew they had run into an opening where the king’s guards, who had just arrived at their camp as they were leaving, weren’t covering. But he didn’t know the direction they were headed. The ATEEZ clan hadn’t settled in this forest for very long, a week at most, and hadn’t had a chance to fully explore their surroundings other than right around camp. Basically, none of them had any idea where they were going, and they were fucked.

The guards were hot on their trails as they all ran, Hongjoon was still holding Seonghwa’s hand. Seonghwa didn’t know how long they had run for, but his body was about ready to give out when he noticed Hongjoon lagging behind him. He did his best to tug him along, trying to lose the guards in the dense forest, but as Seonghwa passed through another bush it wasn’t until it was too late to stop did he notice the steep drop right in front of him. As the ground disappeared underneath him, Seonghwa whipped his head around to meet Hongjoon’s fear-filled eyes. Seonghwa knew, as some sort of adrenaline filled fast thinking, that even if he had let go of Hongjoon’s hand he would fall too. So he tugged Hongjoon into his chest with as much force as he could muster and wrapped his arms around him. One around his waist and one on the back of his head to protect it. He didn’t let go as they fell, not until he hit the ground and everything went black. Right, So that’s how they got here. However, Seonghwa still had questions. Where was the rest of the clan? Are they safe? Captured? How do he and Hongjoon get out of here? What do we do next?

A groan from his right snapped Seonghwa from his thoughts, Hongjoon was awake. Sitting up, he looked around and saw Seonghwa before he spoke.

“What happened? I feel awful… Where are we?”

“It seems we are in a ravine somewhere in the forest. We fell as we were running away from the guards that invaded our camp.” Seonghwa spoke as he stood up. The pain from the fall was bearable now, but still throbbing underneath his skin. He held out his hand to help Hongjoon stand.

As Hongjoon wobbily stood, he groaned, his body also aching. He still had questions.

“What about the others? How do we get out of here? How long have we been here, actually?”

Hongjoon shot questions at Seonghwa once again, but these he had no answer to.

“I’m not sure, I woke up not too long before you, and I can’t see the sun from here so I couldn’t tell you the time.”

Seonghwa craned his neck upwards to see the top of the ravine again. The sun was still shining brightly through the trees and vines overhead. It had been early morning when they were attacked, the sun just fully risen over the horizon, so it must’ve been a few hours at least.

“Let's just focus on getting out of here first, Hongjoon. Then we can see if we can find any of the others.”

Seonghwa didn’t want to say ‘Find their bodies’ but he was afraid that was most likely the truth. That, or they are currently being tortured at the castle for information, or simply for the enjoyment of the King. Seonghwa’s stomach turned at the thought. His father- no, the King. That man was no father, maybe not even human. He was a sick man, and Seonghwa resented the fact that they are kin in any way. He shook his head to rid of those thoughts. Stay focused, they are alive, they have to be. You must survive to help them, and you can’t do that stuck where you are.

The both of them began walking towards one end of the ravine, the other close enough to see it was too steep to climb.

“Hongjoon,” Seonghwa called, the man in question humming in response, “ Did you help with the fall?”

“What do you mean?”

“We shouldn’t have survived the drop from that height, did you do something?”

“Ah yes, I did. I remembered I threw up a protective barrier at the last second before we hit the ground. That is most likely the reason we aren’t dead, though the guards from before seem to think we are.”

“What makes you say that?”

“They haven't come to retrieve your body as proof yet.”

Right, of course the king would need proof of the prince's death. It made sense since Seonghwa has quite the bounty on his head, as do the rest of his clan members. Treason (and many other crimes) were written on the wanted posters across the town whenever they had snuck in to steal supplies. It was not a pleasant sight to see, and it was a big reality check for them all as to what they had gotten themselves into.

Seonghwa realized they had made it to the end of the ravine now. It wasn’t very long, surprisingly, as it was a good width. This end they could climb, while the slope was still steep, there were various small trees and rocks they could grapple onto to climb up, and so they did.

No words were exchanged as they climbed, just small grunts and pants escaping their mouths. Once they made it to the top, they stood there for a second to rest. Hongjoon looked at Seonghwa before he spoke up.

“Do you think it’s safe to try and grab anything left from camp?” Seonghwa only shrugged. It was a risk, but one they were going to have to take. They had virtually nothing on them besides the bag of documents still over Hongjoon’s shoulder, the clan wasn’t supposed to split up and in their rush they didn’t grab anything in case they did. Perhaps if one of the other clan members got away, they would have the same idea to head there. It was the only familiar territory any of them knew in these woods.

They began to head towards their camp, following the trail they had sprinted down and passing broken tree limbs and rushed footprints along the way. Yet, no sight of blood, which is both good and bad. It means that their clan members weren't hurt on the trail, but it also means none of the guards were either. Seonghwa hopes that at least some of the others got away. After about 2 hours or so, both Him and Hongjoon came across a small waterfall, leading into a pond. They stopped to rest, refilling the waterskins that hung off of each of their hips, and attempting to wash off some of the dirt still stuck to their skin. A tense silence hung over the both of them. The thought of their clan members, their new family, possibly dead or worse stuck in their minds. Hongjoon had just sat down near the edge of the water as Seonghwa was still cleaning up, when they both heard a ‘snap’.

Both heads whipped impossibly fast towards the noise coming from behind them, on high alert. Two figures began to walk out of the trees towards them, one tall, one shorter. As Seonghwa began to grab his dagger out of his boot, the figure's faces came into view. Air felt like it was sucked out of his lungs, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. Hongjoon was the first to move, sprinting towards them.

“San! Wooyoung!”

He crashed into the other two clan members with force, nearly knocking them both down as Hongjoon wrapped them in a bear hug. Seonghwa was quick to follow suit.

“You're alive! You’re- How did you get away? Have you seen any of the others? I’m so glad you are both safe!” Hongjoon rushed out the words, pure relief lacing his tone as he pulled back. Smiles graced everyone’s features.

“You guys are okay! And no, we haven’t seen anyone else. Both me and Wooyoung managed to slip away after we lost sight of you both. I’m not sure if any of the others did so as well.” San seemed on the verge of tears as he spoke, Both happy and worried tears. The healer cares so much for his clan, not knowing what happened to them all was tearing his heart apart.

“What happened to you guys?” Wooyoung piped up now, looking both Hongjoon and Seonghwa up and down, taking in their tattered and dirty attire.

“ We were chased off into a ravine, it was not an easy fall.” Seonghwa finally spoke. They had all pulled away from the group hug but still stayed close, not wanting to be too far from each other now that they were together again. Wooyoung’s mouth parted into an ‘o’ in understanding as San spoke up once more.

“So what do we do now? The other members have most definitely been taken by the guards back to the castle. How are we supposed to get them back? We don’t even know which way to camp is! Night is falling soon as well and I’m sure there are still guards lurking to find the rest of us. We saw them on the way here.” Worry pulled at his features, and all Hongjoon wanted to do was make him smile again, to make everything better again.

He didn’t know what to do, it was near impossible to sneak into the town surrounding the castle without being recognized anymore, forget trying to sneak into the castle. If they ran into anyone they would more than likely lose that fight and end up killed. They needed help from an outside source, but who would help them? Who could they trust? He was silent before Hongjoon spoke again, a frown on his lips.

“We can’t break them out alone, that’s for sure. We need to find someone that can help us, but who? Do any of you know someone? Or have any ideas?” It was silent once more as everyone tried to think. They were desperate.

“What about your magic Joong? Could we do something with that? Summon a minion or something to help us?” Wooyoung threw out the idea, a stupid idea better than none in his mind.

“No, my magic isn’t powerful enough to summon someone to help, and would be no use against the Royal Sorcerers. They have wards up near the castle so no one can use magic around it. Besides, to perform such a powerful ritual like that to summon something would require certain spell books to work, ones we don’t have.” Hongjoon responded. Not even the old spell books and grimoires stored in his magic shop had information on how to do that. Such powerful things were outlawed to the public, only Royalty and those allowed by royalty could access things like that.

“Wait,” A lightbulb seemed to go off above Seonghwa’s head. He turned and rummaged through the bag over Hongjoon’s shoulder before pulling out a large book. It had a dark brown leather cover with red gemstones decorating it, and unknown language written on the front.

“We might be able to do that! This is a grimoire I had stolen out of the library back at the castle before I fled. I meant to give it to Hongjoon but with everything that has happened, it slipped my mind. Here.” Seonghwa handed the book to Hongjoon. The latter excitedly began to flip through it.

“Seonghwa, Do you even know what you grabbed? This book has so many forgotten and outlawed spells and rituals! It’s most likely one of a kind!” Hongjoon plopped down onto the ground where he stood, still flipping through before stopping on a page, Something must've caught his eye. They all looked over Hongjoons shoulder, now crouching around him to get a better look. Different images and graphs lined this page, along with a lot of writing in seemingly the same language on the cover. Hongjoon was quiet now, intensely focusing on this specific page.

“Can you really read all that?” Wooyoung commented, it seems Hongjoon ignored him as he looked up at Seonghwa with an astonished face.

“We can summon a God. A long forgotten and Powerful God. Do you know what this means? We can get the others out! We can be protected!” A look of disbelief coated Hongjoon’s face.

Dumbstruck looks seemed to cross everyone’s faces. A god? Was that even possible? Confused murmurs left the others mouths. Hongjoon looked back down at the book before speaking.

“It’s extremely dangerous, and I’m not even sure it’ll work, but I think it’s our only chance at saving the others. This page details the ritual to summon Omen, a god of war and wrath, among other things but that is what they were most known for.”

This time San spoke up. “Almost no one worships them anymore, right? They’ve almost faded into obscurity. I remember reading a book on them. Are we sure we want them? They could easily kill us the moment we call for them! Are they even real?”

Many gods had shrines and temples mortals would go and worship, praying and leaving offerings in exchange for their wishes. But Omen was a god lesser known, having vanished from text and tongue in the day and age they were living in. Summoning a god was completely unheard of, the all powerful beings didn’t often meddle in mortal affairs, only caring for the land or doing small favors for offerings. They wouldn’t let some measly mortal have any power over them and messing in mortal wars was definitely something they didn’t do either. Why would a War god want to help them?

“It’s our only shot, San. What else can we do? Leave the others to be slowly tortured to death as we continue to run like a bunch of cowards?” Hongjoon’s words were sharp, slicing at the feelings of the others. He didn’t want to be mean, but it was the cold hard truth. They couldn’t keep running like this, and they could never leave their comrades behind. A long, silent beat passed.

“Fine, so we all agree to do this?” Seonghwa looked at San and Wooyoung for confirmation. He had made up his mind, and he knew Hongjoon wouldn’t budge. They had to get the others back, and if that meant doing something so stupid like trying to summon an ancient god, then so be it. Seonghwa was also tired of running and feeling helpless. He saw San and Wooyoung reluctantly nod. Upon seeing their reactions, Hongjoon stood as determined words left his mouth.

“Alright, let’s get to work.”

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